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Character Name: S’raid

Age: 26

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Craft/Rank: Wingrider

History: The product of a failed mating Flight, Saraid had very little attachment to his father growing up. The man in question was a Brownrider, one whose Brown (predictably, really) had failed to catch a Queen. Instead, he sought solace in the arms of one of the lowercavern workers. She was a woman that had he but known was herself a past Candidate who had stood on the Sands, hoping to Impress a Queen time and time again-- though she would have settled for a Green, naturally. In her heart of hearts, she dreamed of one day becoming a dragonrider’s weyrmate. If she could not become a rider herself, she would live vicariously through another.

Such was not to be, however. Instead, she grew large with the Brownrider’s child, and saw nothing at all of the man himself. She knew his rank, of course, for in that brief moment before he’d tumbled her to the bed, she’d seen his rank knots. The man himself did not know for some time that he had fathered a child, only discovering this when the boy grew to look very much like him. This did not trouble either the woman or her young boy, and he grew up knowing that his father had been a dragonrider.

One of many such children at the Weyr, he strove to distinguish himself from the others if he could, making friends where it suited him and carefully avoiding alienating as many young weyrbrats as he could. People, he found, tended to respond better to requests if they believed that you cared what they thought, and if you treated them genially. It was a strange concept for the young man, who saw little purpose to it initially, but through experimentation learned that smiles won far more than frowns ever could.

A very strange concept indeed. His mother had instilled in him a desire to rise above his station, one which he shared in kind. She was certainly not the only young mother to believe incredible things of her only son. He was determined to become a dragonrider where she had failed, and set very high standards for himself. He would be no less than a Brownrider, as he had to be at least as good as his father, and by preference a Bronzerider. But then, didn’t every young lad hope to rate a Bronze?

When he was finally old enough to Stand, he was met with disappointment after disappointment, unable to find a dragon to match him. Surely this meant that his dragon hadn’t been shelled yet? As he oozed his way into the young politics of the Weyr, he pretended at confidence over this very idea until he himself believed it. His dragon would hatch, and he would Impress. On the eve of his final Hatching, he was forced to face the facts: there was a great likelihood that he would not Impress, and would have to take himself with shame off of the Hatching Sands.

Very soon he would age out of eligibility, and that was not to be tolerated. So, with an edge of desperation he stepped onto the Sands, anxious as any other failed (and aging) Candidate. But finally what he had been waiting for happened. His dragon was on the Sands, looking for him! As entitled as he was, he felt that he was finally receiving his just desserts, and beaming, he crossed over to the dragonet, who was still wet with egg fluid. Impression had been made. From that moment, Bronze Galvanth and S’raid belonged to each other, never to be parted.

Since that moment, they have worked together to be the best pair that they can be, and while thus far no one has given them the rank that S’raid believes they deserve, he has high hopes of achieving quite a bit in this move to Trine. After all, with a smaller Weyr there were fewer rivals to be found. If they should fail in their quest, it would be no different than their lives at Benden. There was nothing to be lost and everything to be gained... and besides, someone needed to do something about those misguided Atypicals and their delusions of being as good as, if not better than traditional colors.

Description: A man possessed of reasonable height, S’raid is rough hewn, and sharp looking. The most fascinating thing about him are his eyes, which are a cold blue. He is obviously a Northerner, with pale skin that is inclined to freckle and burn in the Southern sun. While naturally black haired, he has begun to gray, and there are broad streaks of it throughout his short, wavy hair.

Personality: He is a man of many faces, one of which is presented to the Weyr at large (and now Trine Weyr as well), and underlying every bit of his force of personality is the driving need to conquer. He must win his way to the top, whether by spreading carefully concocted falsehoods to slowly cement discontent with the current leadership, or by simply being his very best. He is as charismatic as his Bronze, hiding a cold inner self with a shell of easy warmth-- the kind that you want to get to know, to keep close to you. He would smile at you if he were betraying you in the worst way possible, because he genuinely believes that anything, anything at all that he does is ‘for the good of the Weyr’. Aren’t you excited to be a part of that?

If S’raid lies to you, you made be sure that there is a grain of truth to that lie, carefully mixed in to make it seem all the more innocuous. He is offhanded with his statements, seemingly confiding a little tidbit that oh really isn’t all that important, and do you really want to know? After all, it’s nobody’s fault that they are flawed individuals. He just needs to take care of them all. S’raid knows what’s best. He truly believes this, almost religiously. There is nothing more terrifying than a fanatic, and that is S’raid.

He has very few people he considers actual friends, and no bond is stronger than his with Galvanth. Theirs is a bond that was complete in its inception, and finally S’raid found a mind that he could be sure truly understood his own, and accepted him for what he was, and what he strove to become. It may be that Galvanth is the only being that he genuinely loves. There is room for growth, yes, but that would take time and dedication on the part of the interested party. Even then it might fail, because he is simply that cold.

Despite it all, he possesses the ability to become if not a benevolent leader, then one who is capable. It is his Bronze’s wish to rise above all of his peers, and he is determined to fulfill that wish and his own... for the good of the Weyr, of course! Pern demands a strong guiding hand, and these misguided dragonmen who raise up Atypicals above their betters could surely use one. They need to be... educated, yes. Educated. While he agrees with Galvanth’s belief that there is no true place for such inferior, unnatural dragons, he is not one to entirely discard something which has potential use.

But the idea that they dare breed these Atypicals via the Crimson dragons, now that strikes him as wholly offensive! He is a traditionalist to the core, and even such creatures as female Blueriders seem foreign to him. That Silver dragons are held up as equals to Bronzes, or near them, and are allowed to Impress to women is entirely anathema. The twisted beasts themselves are abhorrent, but to destroy the ordering of things so entirely? No, that is not to be tolerated. They will be put in their proper place in due time-- just as soon as he has managed his coup, naturally.

He is an ambitious, selfish man who believes his own falsehoods, one who is entirely willing to take advantage of and use others, and one who is blind to his own faults. A real peach, truly. He is, however, also loyal to the Weyr, and to his dragon, willing to do what others won’t to get what needs done. If there had ever been a dreamer, a lover, or a poet in this Bronzerider, it has long since faded with childhood, and it would take a minor miracle to coax it back out again. What is left behind is drive and determination, with a streak of ruthlessness several dragonlengths wide.

Other: S’raid has a soft spot for his aging mother, whom he still visits from time to time. After all, she had a hand in his creation.

Dragon: Galvanth



Bronze Galvanth is every bit the Benden Bronze that people expect. He's proud, big, and in charge. Granted, he might not be the bronze in charge but that doesn't mean he doesn't have dreams of taking his proper place in the hierarchy of things. So when the opportunity to be a dedicated dragon in Trine arose, he leaped at the chance. You see, being the big bad and devastatingly smooth bronze in this little backwater Weyr meant he might have the opportunity to lord it over some of the 'lesser' dragons.

Patriotic and opinionated, as well as caught by a fancy of curiousity, Galvanth is one of the few bronzes who chose to come to this affair. His memory might be just as terrible as the next dragon's but that doesn't mean he's stupid either - it all fits in somehow. The things that have no place, however, are the Atypicals... the Runts and Duds. This bronze despises them, especially those haughty Crimson and Silvers who hold themselves to the same levels as their better counterparts. Galvanth is the sort of bronze to be able to charm the vast majority of people with wit and word but those he chooses not to lavish that skill on know it all too well - to those unfortunate souls he's cold and distant, barely civil (he's not a barbarian and won't stoop to such levels.)

RP Logs:
1. Who Knows? (Benden Riders)
2. Us And Them (Moira/S'raid) Fin
3. For Want of Pants (S'raid/Ofelia)
4. [Beta Clutch] Hatching (Trine/Benden)
5. My Captain, My Friend...Sometimes (S'raid/D'vas)
6. Trine Riders: The Next Generation (G'brel/S'kagi/Dragons + Galvanth)
7. [Beta Clutch] Hatching Feast (Trine/Benden)
8. [Metaplot ORP] A Crimson Funeral (Trine/Benden/Malvren)
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