I'ver
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight as an arrow. A very, very, very, very, exceptionally straight arrow. I'm talking the type of arrow that you could use as a ruler. A perfect arrow for making extremely straight shishkebab's on the grill. The kind of arrow that makes people stand up and proudly say, “Damn, that is one straight freaking arrow.”
Physical Description: I'ver is blessed with good looks, and he knows it. At 6' tall, he is an imposing figure, appearing to be built for hard labor. With a strong, square jawline, he fits the profile of what most women would consider to be 'classically' handsome. Wide shoulders complement a toned physique, the result of an exceptional amount of discipline when it comes to physical training. His hair is as black as burnt Thread, left untrimmed just past his shoulders and almost always bound at the nape of his neck. His eyes are a hazel color leaning towards green, and tend to be considered his most attractive feature.
Personality: I'vrer has worked for almost everything he has, and he is damn proud of it. His confidence is nearly untouchable, a trait brought on by both his appearance and his own understanding that there can be no question about whether or not he deserves what he's got. His work ethic is a simple one; you reap what you sow. It is a philosophy he lives by, and because he has worked his a** off over the course of his 26 turns, he feels like he should be reaping considerably more than he has thus far. The very mention of Th'ran – who I'ver considers to be a lazy, worthless man who has glided by on his mother's figurative apron strings – rankles I'ver, and will likely send him into either a long rant or just cause him to become exceptionally short-tempered, depending on the source. Of course, he will never pass up an opportunity to make some snappy comment in Th'ran's presence, either.
In fact, he never passes up the opportunity to make a snappy comment in general.
Charming and intelligent, he has been known for his reputation of being somewhat of a playboy, often using his status as a bronzerider and his own charm to bed women. He's not picky. If the woman is mildly attractive and has most of her teeth, I'ver would probably tap that. This tendency to chase after girls is often driven by simply physical desire, largely because his dragon does not typically chase greens, a trait which I'ver highly approves of even if it means he gets laid less frequently. After all, they deserve to fly a gold, and they will settle for nothing less; chasing a green might as well mean giving up on all of their aspirations. Further, the significant lack of female-ridden greens at Igen leaves I'ver perfectly alright with Skelath's choosy nature. I'ver typically avoids these women afterwards, and has wound up with several hard objects thrown at his head as a result.
The man likes chasing tail, what can he say?
As far as authority goes, I'ver's biggest issue is that he isn't the one who has it. However, while I'ver might plot in secrecy, he holds face-to-face respect in the highest regard (except when it comes to a particular snot-nosed pansy, who he prefers to verbally assault until he runs and hides beneath his goldrider mother's skirts like the wusswher he is). While his dragon might loudly balk at orders he disagrees with, I'ver will grudgingly accept those that he must follow, and will keep Skelath in check accordingly... for now. I'vren has all the traits of a brilliant leader, but has a way to go when it comes to growing up and getting his priorities straight. He still has a few extremely childish qualities which hinder his desire to rise to the top, including a lack of ability to keep his damn mouth shut.
The arrival of a new Weyrwoman has I'ver up in arms and eager to make an impression.
History: A man of simple origins, I'ver grew up on the shores of Ista. His father was his idol, as is the case for many young men, and I'ver always imagined that he would follow in his father's footsteps and ultimately take on the life of a fisherman. It was a rough life, with little money to spare, and I'ver began working the nets at a young age. There was no real drama in his childhood, being the only son of a single parent, but his constant exposure to the open sea left him feeling awkward and uncomfortable when he was brought to Igen. The transition into such a closed space left him insecure, a personality trait that kept him from impressing his first few hatchings.
The fact that he failed to impress while Th'ran did not is still a sore spot for I'ver, even if he impressed at a younger age than his rival.
As time passed, I'ver ultimately learned the ins and outs of Weyr life, and while he will always prefer the open air to the stuffy, cramped Weyrs, he overcame a majority of his insecurity and adapted to his new life. With that significant insecurity out of the way, I'ver impressed bronze Skelath, who saw something in I'ver's ambition and work ethic that made him a suitable choice.
Since his impression, I'ver has found a purpose. Being a dragonrider simply is not enough. Being a wingleader would not be enough. He is destined, fated, and determined to become Weyrleader and prove to the world that he and Skelath have everything it takes, and more, to make Igen the most envied Weyr on Pern.
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