Black Rider M'cel
Character Name: M'cel (Marcel)
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Weyrborn
History: Marcel was born to a weyrfolk woman and an unknown rider. He was raised in the creches and lived a fairly active, normal life in the weyr. He was known for being a sweet tempered but impulsive young man. He zipped around the Weyr, getting into trouble with his friends and always trying to sneak onto the hatching grounds to catch a peek at the eggs. Any trouble he got into was never serious, and he was allowed to stand at twelve.
At his third Impression, a fairly normal one by any standards, there was an unhatched egg. Once it was smashed, a lithe black dragonet fell out. The small dragon shook off the egg muck, turned it's whirling eyes towards the boys, and rocked Marcel's world forever.
As a Weyrling, both he and Tairoth were very rambunctious. Both were playful and loved to joke, never taking anything seriously. Once Tairoth was allowed to fly and go Between, they spent as much time out of the weyr doing errands as frequently as possible. After one such errand, M'cel was delaying his return to the Weyr. While Tairoth lay sunning himself on a rock, M'cel went off exploring the area. It was his misfortune to come across a lone adolescent Cat. M'cel's screech alerted his dragon to the problem, but he wasn't able to make it to his rider in time to save him from injury. The creature had chased M'cel down as he ran, pouncing on him. The dragon savaged the creature, but M'cel was left with wounds to his shoulders and back. Fearing the worst, Tairoth grasped his rider in his forelegs and took them
Between to a populated part of the weyr.
He feared the worst for his rider, but the healers tended to him well. M'cel praised him greatly for saving him and getting him to safety so quickly, though the Weyrfolk were likely annoyed with Tairoth's choice of landing spot. M'cel escaped from the encounter with injuries, yes, but they healed with time. He sustained the worst injury of all to his childish personality, which was forced to grow up after such a traumatic event.
To this day, he serves Malvern as a more laid back rider. He will impart any knowledge that he knows to the younger generation and is a friendly, easy to get along with older rider.
Description: 'Average' would be the best way to describe M'cel. His height is average, his build is lithe and lean. His hair is an average medium brown, cropped short for comfort under his riding helm. The one odd thing about his appearance is his eyes, which seem to be as dark as his dragon's hide.
His form and face are both pleasing, he's started to develop some laugh lines and he keeps his face free from hair. His hair has yet to turn grey, and he worries about this quite a bit. He doesn't want to look old! He still retains scars from his cat attack as a younger man.
Personality:Even though he's nearly in his fourth decade of turns, M'cel is still... Well, a teenager in his head. He's easygoing and cheerful, and it's hard to ruffle his feathers. And, by the shards of his dragon's egg, he's energetic. The man has seemingly endless energy; he's always out and about working or playing. He's never too tired for his wingleader's orders, and he does them as fast as he can.
Mostly, because if he's not working, he's off flirting. M'cel is a pretty little man, and he knows it. He's more than a bit vain and loves women. Many women. No woman has made M'cel find a Weyrmate, and he doubts one ever will. He's kind and courteous with women, and he's never rough; he's just never found someone special enough to settle down with. He has a streak of hopeless romantic, however, and wonders if one day he'll meet that special person who'll make his heart flutter.
As sweet as M'cel is to the members of his own Weyr, he's not so well behaved to those from outside of it. The only exception are those found on search; he's even more kind to them because they have more to learn. But even other Southern Riders are to be watched until they can prove themselves to him. He's always a little wary of Holders, and he despises Northern riders. They're barbarians; choosing to let dragons die in shell rather than helping them to survive. And they're all so narcissistic! He thinks they think they're the best in the world, even though their Weyrs aren't producing like the Southern Weyrs are. Wouldn't they be making more of an effort to protect the few dragons that were clutched? Fools, every sharding one. He does, however, feel very bad for any Atypical rider from the north.
Perhaps his dislike of the Northern Weyrs stems from his adoration for his own Atypical, Tairoth. To think! If his precious one had been born in Telgar or Fort, he would've died in his egg! He is devoted to his bond and is very protective of him, to the point that he will be provoked to fight over comments made. Luckily, since he's in Malvern, that doesn't happen much. But he's for sure not a diplomatic man. Leave him behind at the weyr. It's best for everyone, really.
Another major problem with M'cel is something that frequently happens with riders of smaller dragons: He tries to overcompensate. He knows that his dragon is the best, but he has to have others know that his dragon is the best too! He's been reprimanded before for his risky actions, but he'll likely continue to serve as such.
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