***This is for the Meta Clutch***


Rider_____________________________________________
Name: Hivex (H'ex)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: None
Rank: Weyrling

History:
Hivex was the youngest child born into a farming family that specialized in raising livestock. His mother, despite being a farmer’s wife, had exceptional people-handling skills and raised her brood of six children with a stern hand. Driving responsibility and honour into each of her two daughters and four sons, she was determined that they be upstanding citizens and productive holders when they became adults. His father, a honest and upright gentleman added to that strong upbringing in his own ways – respect the earth and respect its guardians and it will take care of you. His words were few but his lessons strong and the family as a whole prospered.

Hivex’s eldest brother (the oldest of the six) became an established and talented drummer while his middle brother (the second oldest of the six) developed a keen interest in the livelihood of the family. His sisters also remained within the farming community and took husbands in neighbouring farms, leaving Hivex to also inherit a farm that, while he loved, he always felt he didn’t quite fit. It wasn’t a higher calling, but rather a continued nervousness around the livestock that caused his work to be that much more difficult. His parents were not daunted by his skittishness around the beasts and thought he would grow out of it as he became a man.

Almost mercifully, he was Searched during a trip to the Hold that his farm delivered tithes to. He agreed to the opportunity quickly and it was clear from that moment onward something in him had blossomed. As a child he would roam the fields with his siblings, or more commonly alone, lost in thought and wonder and, unlike his siblings, would almost obsessively keep a diary. The entries were usually scribbled on some spare parchment and bound with thin filaments of rope – a ramshackle diary if anything – and would be on any and every topic his mind came across. Not overly verbose, he chose instead to express himself in roughly sketched images and leaf and flower presses and rubbings and rambling tales – but always kept to his diary.

At the Weyr, this tendency didn’t change. He was a soft spoken gentleman, polite and genial but his lack of deliberate social engagements and tendency to speak little made his peers think he was more aloof or cold or snobbish then the rest of them. In reality, he was watching and recording and experiencing, a tad vicariously, life at the weyr. His diary became infamous – its tattered pages and home-made bindings iconic to the other candidates and the topic of much gossip.

Few dared to steal it, however, as the one time someone had, the poor soul had been lectured long and hard in most coldest of voices and reduced to tears. He had never apologized and they had not stolen from him again – it was a tenuous peace.

The first time he Stood at a Hatching came and passed, and while a brown had stared long into his eyes he had ultimately been rejected. Disheartened by that rejection, he had considered leaving the Weyr. In the end, he stayed because he was truly happy here, among the bustle and activity and chores so familiar to home but, unlike home, without the invasion of privacy and pressing responsibility a large family incurred. He could be and do as he wanted here and that appealed to Hivex, as it does to most teenagers.

A second Hatching came and went, with not great fanfare, this time he was not even considered by any of the dragons that hatched.

Finally, at his third Hatching, there was absolutely no doubt about who Tialzieth wanted. The bronze had made a beeline for Hivex, bowling over a few unfortunate candidates in his hurry to get to His. Even then, he’d tackled the surprised youth and immediately started telling Hivex of the things he could remember from inside the egg and how he was hungry, hungry enough to eat a whoooooole herdbeast, and why did Hivexmine look so startled? He was His!

And, that, as they say was that.

Initially, people wondered at the matching – including Hivex, now H’ex – but it became obvious with time that the two were better then matched then could be seen from outward appearances alone.

Appearance:
Hivex is tall, willowy, and freckled with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes. Not overly handsome and not overly girly, he’s fairly average in his appearance. He does, however, take great care in the daily presentation of himself. His hair is always tamed, short cut and styled as best as he can manage, his clothing is always fresh and crisp, and his boots are, without fail, always shined. Even on the farm, when the chores were done and mud washed away, he would clean up to be presentable to family and friends a like.

Hivex favours utilitarian clothing of heavy, durable fabrics and dark colours for chores but for day to day activity, he prefers more formal attire, better suited to reflect his rank as Weyrling. His knot, however unremarkable, is worn with pride.

Personality:
Taking after his father, Hivex is soft spoken when he does speak, and he prefers to have a purpose for speaking. In a family of eight, conversation could often get rowdy and loud and he learned to cope by trimming his words down to the very most essential things so that when he spoke, others tended to listen. This is a trait shared with his father and the two would often sit in amiable silence to enjoy the farm while the others roused themselves and breakfasted.

An early riser, it is uncommon for Hivex to sleep in much past sunrise, and most common to see him up and about in the twilight hours just before the sun graces the horizon. He quite enjoys the sunrise, for its poetic beauty, the semi-hush of the waking world, and its sentimental value. It’s not that he dislikes the hustle and bustle of daily routines; it’s more that the quiet moments in between let him breathe and relax. And, really, it was only during these quiet times that he found a little privacy and peace in his ever-busy family.

Honourable, polite, and gentlemanly, Hivex will pause to open doors, greet people, and otherwise be amicable even if he does not speak much. Mixed reactions sometimes confuses him, but he mostly ignores the gossip and jabs at his sensibilities – choosing to believe those people are simply too ignorant to realize the value of the spoken word, or of silence. In that, they are right – he can be particularly snobbish and caustic when they do wear him down enough that he snaps. Most simply don’t take the time to understand why he is quiet. Because he does not like to speak overmuch, he far prefers a more supportive role in group activities and has proven quite adept at it.

Theft, however, sends him off the deep end. It simply is not tolerated by this one. Growing up, where everything was shared and shared alike, he had very few things that were his alone. As a result, he can be particularly territorial over what he considers his personal valuables. He almost never loans out personal affects and is very secretive about his dear, dear diary (which of course, fuels curiosity about it – much to his chagrin). His temper does flare like others’ do – instead it is a cold kind of fury, the kind where his voice becomes cold, flat, his gaze sharpens and pierces you, and his body becomes somehow more formal, stiffer and more imposing. He is cutting, brutally honest, unapproachably unapologetic and quite verbose when you anger him enough to cause a fit of rage – and there is nothing like theft to spark such a fit. You want to know what he’s thinking? You want to know what’s in this book? Oh, he’ll tell you alright, he’ll tell you that and ever other little fault you’ve displayed in the theft as well, you miserable cretin! You should be ashamed of yourself!

The side most people do not see, and can usually only guess at (though Tialzieth makes much more obvious) is his more whimsical side. Always first to the Harper’s lessons, he listened with a great deal of interest and while some thought him merely keen to do well, he was, in fact, truly interested in the stories and histories the harper had to tell. Not as prone to flights of fancy at his bronze, he does still enjoy daydreaming when the opportunity arises – though the dreams have shifted throughout the years.

Also, because of his love of story and history, Hivex is much more accepting of lies then he is of theft. He can understand the need to lie – to hide your precious toy from demanding sisters, to create a spot of peace or wriggle out of trouble, or even make a story better. Lies that harm, however, means he thinks you’re irresponsible – if it hurts another, why do it?

Over all, Hivex is a complex mixture of child and adult, driven to be his best but also private in his personal life. If you will listen, he will speak… and he will listen if you speak – but do not waste his time with needless gossip and hurtful insults. You can depend on him, but do not pry into his life unbidden.

Other:


Dragon_____________________________________________
Name: Tialzieth
Appearance:
Blotched like a poison dart frog, his markings are exotic and his colours rich in hue. Inspiration photos: [x] [x] Edit @ Feb 10: Could you please pattern his wings too? If there should be more simple body pattern, please make the wings striking in pattern. If he's already done, don't worry about it xD
[Colour Reference on Dragon Lines] - Something akin to this please! Colour is fine to be shifted slightly to be more bronze as needed =3
** Edit: Or if it's supposed to be a Dog Breed - something like a Cattle Dog or a German Shepherd

Personality: [Theme Song: For Your Entertainment]
Even as a dragonet, Tialzieth was talkative – not just to other dragons, but to people and flits, and anyone else who wanted to listen. Ever fond of tales and music and adventure, this dragon will just as soon stop to listen to the harper’s tales as he will spin some far flung drama. With a better memory then most dragons, his stories are often spun from his own experiences and they’re never the same twice. While he is young, fibs and stories are a grey area for him and while he never deliberately lies, he sees no harm in exaggerating a little.

A dreamer in a dragon’s body, this bronze is often distracted by his thoughts and rather dislikes silence. To the point where he’ll vocally rumble and huff and bugle to disrupt the silence he feel encroaches on the closeness between people. A particularly social bronze, he is at his best in a group and works wonders as a team mate. Some, especially when he is young, find his vociferous enthusiasm both daunting and perhaps even annoying. After all, why can’t his rider quiet the loud dragon? Must he ask all these questions? And, really, can you not speak for yourself?

In a group setting, he would never be a leader but he runs intermediate exceptionally well. Given a task, he will complete it – no matter how far flung it is. As such he would likely be best suited as a search dragon, or perhaps a wingsecond if his day-dreaming and adventurous spirit can be focused enough. Also, he often speaks on behalf of his rider and some may wonder if the rider Impressed the dragon or the dragon Impressed the rider.

His adventurous soul and tendency to spin tales can and will, however, get both he and His into trouble. Where others would hesitate to tread, Tialzieth will blithely go forward, if only because the opportunity for another story or another adventure awaits around the next bend. Also of note, his stories and imagination make him a superstitious creature – not paralyzingly so – but enough that he will develop specific rituals, especially when something brings good fortune for he and His, and can grow quite distraught when those rituals are interrupted.

Viewing Golds as the fair maidens, queens, and glorious matrons from his beloved stories, Tialzieth will be more then willing to give chase to a gold when he matures. The very thrill of the Mating Flight is akin to the brave souls rescuing the damsels from the thread or to meet the challenge of the noble Amazonian warrior. In short, he idolizes the power and prestige the golds represent and will pay homage without failure – whether it is by compliment or by gift – even if he is spurned. This childlike ideology doesn’t really seem to change as he grows, only mature from that of ‘fanboy’ to ‘doting suitor’.

Of middling size and sleeker then normal build, this bronze likens himself to a work of art. He knows he’s beautiful and while it isn’t an overwhelming facet of her personality, he will simply snort and tell you otherwise if you suggest he lacks in the beauty department. Endurance is average, nothing special, which makes the likelihood of his actually catching a gold in flight slim – perpetuating his adoring attitudes.


Why Me:

Tialzieth saw his reflection in Hivex. He recognized immediately that streak of golden chivalry and while it might be hidden, that whimsical dreamer that H’ex keeps private appeals oh so much to the gregarious dragon. He recognizes H’ex’s need for privacy but also sees so very much opportunity for adventure and shared experience in the other. And, with time and reason, Hivex will find he has no more trustworthy a friend and partner then Tialzieth, growing to become as enthusiastic in their shared interest while still maintaining his privacy. Their connection will be strong and their adventures likely quite (in)famous.

Also, Tialzieth loves to talk and this tendency absolves Hivex of any needless chatter – he can contribute through his bronze, and speak verbally when its is truly needed. In this sense, too, they are incredibly well matched. It is important for H’ex to be heard and understood and his most faithful audience is Tialzieth. The same goes in reverse. H’ex greatly enjoys his imaginative dragon’s stories and will always be willing to listen even when others find his insistence annoying.

While Hivex isn’t particularly good at singing, he does understand creative expression and encourages Tialzieth’s singing. However, while Tialzieth find silences disturbing, H’ex finds it comforting and that is something the two will need to come to some sort of settlement on.

A more obvious point is perhaps that Tialzieth’s gregarious nature encourages Hivex to be more social, to interact more and engage more in what the dragon considers a giant family. The bronze encourages greater understanding of Hivex and in turn expects him to be more willing to divulge his thoughts and opinions – even if they’re idle thoughts (he does, after all talk to Tialzieth quite frequently, why not others?)

That H’ex also prefer a supportive role is just fine and dandy for Tialzieth as it allows them the chance to better experience the world around them without having to worry about giving orders or organizing things or whatever! Give them a task, hand them an order, and they’re happy to do it!

They compliment each other wonderful, building upon each other’s strengths and bracing their weaknesses.

Much can be expected of this pair.