THE RIDER
Name: I’ver (ee-VIR)
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Orientation: Leans more towards males
Physical Description:
I’ver is definitely on the small side - he is lean and wiry, and unmistakably under 6 feet tall. His skin is a fairly basic white, covered in light brown freckles across the shoulders and chest, and is often either tanned or burned by the sun thanks to his carelessness. His hair is mostly brown with a bit of red, messy and slightly wavy, and usually pulled back. When down it would just touch his shoulders, although it is not one uniform length.
I’ver has an oval face, rather open features, and an often mischievous, self-contented look about him. His demeanor on the whole tends to be likeable, although sometimes his obvious amusement can swing more towards slight malice. His eyes are dark brown, and never still, but bright and normally kind. He has a curling, thin-lipped mouth that is extremely expressive, easily the most notable of his features after his eyes. His nose is straight, strong, and entirely unremarkable. He is clean shaven, and has a youthful face overall.
When not wearing his flying leathers, I’ver wears normal clothes - breeches, a tunic, a pair of sturdy boots, and a belt. He does like to get dressed up for gathers and feasts, though, and loves patterned and brightly colored fabric - even the addition of just a scarlet belt or a vest made up of many different blues can make his day.
Personality:
I’ver is often immature. He loves trouble, conflicts and confrontations, and being far too dirty-minded for anyone’s good - including his own. Already a typical young man, growing up and living in the Weyr has made him that much more comfortable and aware of human sexuality and sensuality. Characteristically, he delights in making sure everyone else is aware of it, too.
I’ver is opinionated, but generally level-headed - he‘s happy to take part in verbal sparring, but leaves the true fights to those more muscled (and also less intelligent, in his disparaging opinion). Occasionally he has been known to act before he thinks when he finds someone he really wants to impress, but he would never personally admit as much. I’ver would love to cultivate the idea that he moves between lovers with ease and also without forming attachments, and does not care about other‘s opinions. This is definitely not always the case, though - and those close to him tend to see right through his act. I’ver
does fall for other riders - and when he falls, he falls hard. He’s far too immature to have had a real relationship yet - his issues with his “image” definitely need to be sorted out before he can have a normal one.
In a large group of people I’ver usually stands out a bit as something of a joker and loudmouth. He is definitely not a leader, however. Generally, he‘s the one backing up the guy with the plan, or the one watching and commenting loudly from the sidelines. He likes being noticed, and showing off a bit - he simply does not have any wish to lead. Let others take the burden that comes with such responsibility! He’d much rather care about his dragon alone, and spend his time exploring and flying just for the fun of it, or with friends back at the Weyr.
Although he can be immature, selfish, and a bit of a slacker, he still somehow manages to be all business when given serious orders. I’ver is a solid wing-member, and practically lives for flying and for the opportunity to fight thread. It is the mundane work that he despises. As a member of what he considers the “elite” (the dragon riders, that is), he doesn’t understand why he is sometimes required to do tasks that he considers better fit for drudges or candidates. In his mind, a dragon rider should be given all the free time in the world when not drilling - it is only their due, for the protection they provide to Pern! Of course, this mindset can cause more than a little disagreement between I’ver and his Wingleader, or other authority figures. Needless to say it can be frustrating for them, as he often needs to be shouted at to get back to work. Being such a hardworking wing member during drills helps to offset these bad moments somewhat, and helps to ingratiate him once more with his Wingleader - but he still tends to grate on the nerves of those in charge.
Having left his family at such a young age, and being basically terrible at intimate relationships (although friendly enough with companions), I’ver tends to rely heavily on his dragon for comfort and love - perhaps even more so than most riders. His dragon is thus his world and his first love, and he tends to talk with them often, be it out loud when they are together, or in his head when they are apart.
History:
Although I’ver can sometimes act like he has a chip on his shoulder, his young life was entirely wholesome and unremarkable. He was born Ilover (ILL-oh-vir), in Ista Hold, to a Journeyman and Journeywoman of the Glass-smith Hall there. He has two older brothers - the younger of the two is a Journeyman at the Glass-smith Hall at Ista also, while the elder left for Telgar and is now a Journeymen Smith there. Needless to say, crafting was the center of his family growing up. His parents stressed the importance of learning a craft, both to serve others and to better yourself.
Being decent with his letters and numbers, and friendly enough at first encounters to set people at ease, Ilover was most likely destined for Healer or Harper Hall - although his parents would have liked to see another Glass-smith in the family. However, I’ver was searched by Ista Weyr at the young age of 11, which cut short both his education and any apprenticeships that his parents might have been trying to arrange. Of course, he could have returned to Ista Hold and only spent time at the Weyr during hatchings - but Ilover quickly found that he much preferred the Weyr to anywhere else he had experienced.
Being searched at such a young and impressionable age certainly had a huge impact on Ilover and his personality. He become much braver and cockier as a result, and cast aside the formerly ingrained idea that if he did not learn a Craft he was nothing. Ilover was sure he would impress a dragon - but on the very slim chance that he did not, he certainly would not be returning to his home and to the “drudgery” of Craft life! In many ways he acted much like a weyrbrat, thanks to joining the Weyr at such a young age. His mindset of Dragonrider superiority is certainly in keeping with many Weyr-bred children, despite his roots.
I’ver ended up impressing at 19 - fairly old for a Weyrling. Eight years of waiting for what he considered to be inevitable was a bit of a strain on his pride, but in some ways it also kept his ego slightly more in check - and at any rate, all stress was forgotten upon his impression to Hallianth - the most amazing dragon in the world.
Pets: None currently
Other/Talents:
I’ver is quick with numbers, and fairly good at reading, although the years since his formal education ended have taken a toll on his spelling and the neatness of his hand.
He has a passing Tenor voice, fairly strong and fairly sure. He enjoys singing, although only in groups as his voice is truly not remarkable enough to carry a song well by itself.
Picture: None currently
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