TO BE EDITED fornowit'srough. Excuse the mess.
Name: R’lian (formerly Rillian, pre-impression)
Age: Somewhere around 30 turns, though he prides himself in pulling off the “dashing young ladykiller” look.
Sex: Male. Just a very
pretty male (or so he thinks)
Orientation: STRAIGHT AND YOU WILL NOT TELL HIM OTHERWISE >C (… no seriously, he may be bisexual on the inside, but he’ll deny it to his dying day.)
Physical Description: Tall, handsome and well sculpted, just like those beautiful male models that don’t exist in Pernese culture-- … except not quite; R’lian’s self image far exceeds the true to life packaging, but he’ll still strut his stuff like a real c**k of the walk anyway. Fairly average in both height and build, he boasts an ‘adequate’ amount of muscle, vaguely defined cheek bones, lightly tanned skin and mostly-well-proportioned features that aren’t
too hard to look at. He takes pride in the (self proclaimed) “striking” quality about his green eyes and long dusty blond hair-- which, curiously enough, has one odd premature gray patch in the bangs he can’t seem to disguise properly, regardless of how he styles it. His nose, however, is probably the most attention-drawing part of it all, possessing an odd lump in the center of the bridge from some old childhood break. He takes great pride in maintaining a certain look of ‘rugged beauty’ at all times in public, and probably devotes some hours each day to grooming himself.
Personality: R’lian was just born with a gift for sweeping the ladies off their feet, and anyone who says different is clearly lying out the teeth to slander his spotless reputation. Self assured and assuredly confident (perhaps too much for his own good, at times), he’s good at what he does and knows it, too. From an early age he learned the ways of charming others to get what he wanted, be it weaseling out of chores or into the arms of a young lady… so he says, anyway. Truth be told, R’lian’s not half as successful with the ‘fairer sex’ as he claims he is, and that battle to prove his manhood has only grown more difficult in these last post-impression turns, as he’s become something between a legend and a joke around Igen’s circles of gossip.
Oh, look, Miri, it’s that fellow on the green who tried courting Rishas the other day! Is he still after her? Goodness, what a fool! Of course, on the off chance he happens to be doing well with any particular female, a certain over-eager, frustratingly oblivious dragon is sure to somehow butt in and ruin it all. One of Kiilath’s greatest talents in life is unwittingly reducing her bonded to a state of flustered, awkward, emasculated woe in no time flat, and just her presence can all but deflate that cocksure persona… but when she starts shoving her face against him for “nuzzles” and grooming his hair like a happy mother hen in public? Oh, that’s just the daily death of his ego, nothing more.
To equate the relationship between them in human terms would be something like a wannabe-lady killer and their ditzy, air-headed blonde girlfriend. R’lian truly does cherish Kiilath dearly, and while she causes him endless suffering with her antics, he knows it isn’t her fault.
She’s just a very… special dragon, that’s all, and for some incomprehensible reason, they were meant to be together, through whiplash, degradation, and insufferably miserable post-mating-flight grief.
… Because waking up in the arms of another dude will never leave him feeling particularly happy in the manliness department, and it
ALWAYS SEEMS TO HAPPEN, SHARD THE MESS. On the whole, though, R’lian is a man of relatively decent character despite the constant need to affirm his masculinity: relatively smart, well-rounded, and possessing just enough of a conscience to do the ‘right’ thing nine times out of ten. He’s a good guy if you can just get past the antics (or catch him once he’s been thoroughly doted over/deflated by Kiilath).
History: Born and raised in a major island hold, Rillian suffered a perfectly average and uneventful childhood. Like so many of the other boys, from and early age he professed his future as a dragonrider—but not just
any rider! Oh, no, he was going to Impress a big sparkly bronze dragon and fly the queen and be the Weyrleader, and all the other boys would look to him in jealous awe because he was just that awesomely manly and cool with the swooning Weyrwoman in his arms like those pictures on the covers of trashy romance novels, ripped shirts, windswept hair, and all!
Sure enough, he was searched in his latter teenage years and couldn’t have been happier, priding himself whenever the Candidatemaster scolded his brazen flirtatiousness with the Weyr’s young women. Impression day finally came about, and surely, surely, that glittering bronze would be his at last!
… But wait, no, where was it wandering off to? He wasn’t in that crowd of young males a— it had impressed the wrong boy! The cycle repeated: two blues, a brown, another bronze that seemed so bewildered that it actually missed him. Something wasn’t right here; his dragonet was late! Surely, there would be a beautiful, glossy hided dragonet for hi—
Miiiiine, Kiilath sees thiiiiings! And is wet! Oh, that wet tastes like not good! Come try it, Mine! It is very not good— I am hungry, are you hungry? The others are eeeeating! I bet it tastes better than wet.That voice, that surge of overwhelming emotion and love!... Oh, his bronze had arrived at last! Certainly a talkative partner, for what the boy could discern with his head in such a mad tailspin, but where
was he? Sure, there was a rather diminutive dragonet trying to lick its own elbow in the middle of the sands, but if that was Kiilath… then Kiilath was officially the
greenest bronze he’d ever laid eyes on. Still a bronze though, right? And his! Oooh, all his, the beautiful, diminutive, somehow female green-colored bronze!
Of course it was only some time after the fact that the newly christened R’lian realized she was actually a green… but hey! That didn’t mean anything about him! He’d still be a big manly Weyrleader yet, able to make women swoon and faint from presence alone, right?
…
Right? ((... To be expanded on when I'm not exhausted, blah))
Pets: None~
Other/Talents: … Er, well, if a silver tongue counted, he’d definitely qualify there. R’lian’s a pretty fair speaker, and his years of practice “charming” the ladies has left him with a solid ability to persuade or sway others. Other than that, he can… sew, actually, though he’ll never admit that he’s any good there, for fear of deteriorating his image any further (like that’s even possible).
Picture: (if you have one) OHOHO.
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