Name: Tyven
Age: 37 turns
Sex: Male
Craft: Watchwher Handler
Rank: Wing leader (obviously not of a wing of dragons..more of a 'wing' of whers, for nighttime thread battling.)
Physical Description: Tyven was quite the charmer in his youth it's said. His hair is (or rather was) black-brown and his eye is a deep blue. Of late his hair has begun to gray a bit near the temples but as he has little care for his looks he hasn't done a thing to stop it. He's as thickly muscled as his watchwher, and there's an odd (true) rumor that the two wrestle for exercise. He's got many scars on his chest and arms from training said whers his whole life, and his left eye, the non-blue one, is fake. The original was lost in a fight that resulted in his first wher's death. In it's place is a very well-crafted glass one, fine except that the color is slightly wrong and a lighter blue-green. Ah well. Tanned and weathered (his skin shares a bizarre resemblance to leather...) from long hours working with the tough beasts, Tyven is a sight to behold. A behemoth of a man he towers near 6'7" tall, and is corded all over with thick wiry muscle. His hands are rough, large, and calloused, nicely matching the many cuts, scars, and gouges he wears on his body.
Personality: As stern and serious as any miner-gone wherhandler could possibly be, Tyven is a no-nonsense mental fort Knox. His emotions are captured tightly within him, privy only to Tyvensk. He is stoic and stable, the perfect example of a rider and handler, devoted to his work and nothing else. His determination to better the weyr is matched only by his enthusiasm for physical labor. Even when he's not working, he's usually exercising. He's quiet and a little aloof, but that's because Tysk is so dead set on not being awake in the daytime. To appease the strong-willed and jealous wher, Tyven only goes out at night as well. He's on quite good terms with the weyr's night-staff, and knows the morning watchdragons and their riders too. But really not very many of the...friendly type are out in the dead of night. Because of that he's used to keeping his cards close to his vest. He is not cruel though.
History: Born and raised in Ista, there's not much to tell. His parents had no rank, and were of general working class. He was raised to work hard and be tough, like his da. He considered dragons for a while, but with the overpopulation he turned to the less-loved Whers. Those, he figured, would never be in such high demand as to flood the place how dragons had.
His first wher was a blue thing, rather small unfortunately. He went by the name of Vesk, and though things started out well, as Tyven grew it was clear at full size the blue would have trouble carrying his handler if needed to. Regardless, they worked well together...Until one night Vesk got a bit too close to a brooding mother and her clutch. The queen wher promptly attacked Vesk, and killed him despite Tyven's efforts to pull them apart. Tyven was mauled in the process and lost an eye.
Ironically as this all went on, the eggs began to hatch. One wher, a beastly looking bronze thing, decided he liked Tyven. Or rather, liked how said eye tasted. Yes. The wher ate Tyven's eye right off the ground. Welcome to the world, Tyvensk. Obviously Tyven was glad to have the new wher, if only to replace Vesk, and after he healed things went essentially back to normal.
Pets: None.
Other/Talents: Anything involving moving heavy objects, lifting, or other tasks involving heavy manual labor...he's good at that stuff, yes. He probably has some hidden talents, but he'd never let anyone know except Tyvensk.
Will this character be a candidate? No. Unless you want to laugh at a poor 37-8 turn old sitting though 'this is what happens when your dragons rise' with a bunch of hormonal teens.
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