B’tar:
Age: 29
Born in a cot hold raising Herd animals, B’tar does his best to make sure no one ever knows about this, ‘humiliating’ aspect of his life.
Handsome enough, with wavy dark brown hair and dark eyes, B’tar is particularly charismatic, and his presence is difficult to totally ignore no matter what the circumstances.
Additionally: he’s a surprisingly brilliant individual, well versed in both reading and writing, both skills he poured effort into acquiring, to separate himself from his contentedly low class family, though his greatest interest, aside from Veriath, is the stars, and trying to create or improve star-charts to better predict arrival of thread than has been done in the past, though this is something of a purely theoretical pastime, since he rarely has time for it, and thread has never fallen in his life time. One of his more impressive goals however is to try and make a movable star-chart with a view of the Hold’s best viewpoint, and a rotating wheel to display the movement of the stars. Inset with gems would CLEARLY be far more dramatic, he feels.
The reason B’tar, in spite of his intelligence and charisma, never impressed a higher-ranking dragon is actually fairly simple. His drives are almost entirely selfish, though a number of them correspond with the wellbeing of the weyr and how good it would make him look, and because he’s arrogant. He really does believe himself to be considerably superior to his upbringing, and loves to seek out attention and affection, possibly to cover for his own personal insecurities.
Heterosexual, he adores women, almost all of them, and pursues them with a casual abandon and a general lack of concern for the feelings of the one he might have just abandoned on a new chase. Because of Veriath, he has slept with men, though he makes it clear he finds this… irritating at best, and will, if he can, either arrange a stand in or stalk off with a few choice words, as quickly as is possible without being entirely naked. He does make a fair demonstration of making it clear how ‘comfortable’ he is with intimacy in a Weyr, just to encourage people further to mistake him for Weyrborn if they don’t know any better.
Veriath: A sleek, somewhat peacock like green with few markings, is very average in stamina, size and speed for a green.
She loves to take flight, a relationship with intimacy she shares with her rider, even if they don’t necessarily agree on who would be more ideal to fly, and she seems to take great amusement out of his occasional irritated suggestion that perhaps SHE should try waking up with someone of the same gender for a change, to which she usually replies only ‘That’s Silly’, though she does, actually, acknowledge that it bothers him, she won’t let him know it, and actually feels that maybe he needs bothered on a regular basis to keep him from settling into a comfortable nest of self superiority.
Strange a pair as they sound with their similar drives, Veriath is actually capable of bringing out the best in her rider, however deep people reason she has to dig.
Pushy enough to not put up with his ego or his thick facades, Veriath is well aware of the ‘scared little boy’ B’tar still walks around with in his thoughts. Never abused, his active imagination still painted pictures of a world with thread in it, and tried to imagine the devastation it could create, and Veriath, dogged and stubborn as she is flirty, plays on that so that in times of need, the two actually behave as a fast thinking and excellent pair on the wing.
She’s patient if a little bored with other greens, and flirtily fascinated by any male she thinks she can head-turn, though humans other than B’tar or the members of their wing seem to register with her something like flits; Small vulnerable things, cute, but not really very significant.
During her hatching, when she dramatically surprised her very confident of his certain bronze, partner, she didn’t maul any candidates, though a few were taken down by hatchlings in dogged determination to reach their actual partner, not that oblivious and hopeful thing in their way, she just shoved, knocking a few people down on her way, but really causing no harm directly, other than to a few egos.
She does make a fair point of trying to remember the various ‘conquests’ her rider has made and acknowledge them when she sees them, but with her short memory, it’s really only a brief gesture that gets made.
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