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Handler
Name: Iorme
Age: 30 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Rank: Journeyman
History:
Like any young boy, Iorme had dreams of Impressing a dragon. It would have been a bronze, of course, and the most impressive beast in the Weyr. He often had daydreams dancing before his eyes of the adventures he and his dragon would have. It didn’t help that other children teased him for his apparent slothfulness; making him defend his claim with boasts about Impressing. In hopes of proving his point he often positioned himself where any dragon could easily see him. Though he saw many dragons, none ever came over to whisk him off to the Weyr.

Iorme was born in a relatively small Benden hold near the Weyr. His parents were respectable weavers, and though the hold was small they had several apprentices. He has two younger siblings; twin brother and sister. As he spent more time watching dragons than learning weaving his parents began to apply pressure to leave the fantasy. Desire turned to desperation. Determined to Impress, Iorme ran away from home at 16 Turns. He struck a deal with some traders heading to the Weyr; working in exchange for a ride and protection. His parents used his actions as a lesson to their remaining offspring, and no longer welcomed Iorme home.

Left with only his dream intact he made his way to the Weyr. Iorme was filled with awe as he walked into the tunnel used by the caravans. When he entered the weyrbowl, he immediately told the first person he saw that he wished to join the Weyr. He was put to work doing mostly drudge work. During this time he met a candidate named Rias. The two boys became fast friends, and Iorme learned all he could about dragons from him. Much to his disappointment he was never chosen to be a candidate. Still Iorme faithfully attended every Hatching. Sitting in the Stands, hoping for a stands impression, but his dragon never came.

Then Iorme aged out. He knew now there was no chance he’d ever Impress a dragon. Dejected he turned to the darker side, wherhandling. He lost most contact with Rias; occasionally spotting him around the weyr. Iorme drove himself to learn the ways of wherhandling from the accepting handlers. Within a Turn he was allowed to stand at a gold’s clutch, but was rejected. He was at his second clutch when he received his egg at 23 Turns. Elated Iorme cared for the wher egg until it hatched; he bonded to the green hatchling named Iosk. For several Turns he was content training Iosk and working where he was needed.

Unexpectedly, a number of Turns later he came back into contact with Rias. The candidate had also aged out and joined the handlers. They rekindled their friendship and something more. A romance. Iorme was grateful to have the young man by his side. He blooded Iosk to Rias; the wher would allow Rias to watch her and occasionally listen to him though she could be stubborn at times. When word of the revolution came Iorme jumped at the chance.

He, followed by Rias, headed down to Malvren to assist with the hostile takeover. They had nearly succeeded when a silver dragon attacked. He lost his wher and his two fire lizards. Iorme was devastated by the losses. Only Rias’ constant company prevented him from losing his mind and perhaps his life. In the end it was Rias who convinced him to make an attempt at the wher clutch. It surprised him when the gold allowed him to select an egg. From the egg hatched, Iormesk, a light blue wher.

Description:
Iorme is somewhat slim with the right amount of muscles for his frame. He does have fairly large bones that give him some extra weight. There isn’t much fat on him. He stands 5’9”, with a triangular face. His nose is exceptionally large and nearly beak-like. Iorme is a red-head, with dark green eyes; making him ideal for working in the dark and night. He burns easily in the sun. His complexion is fair with a large number of freckles across his cheeks, nose, and forehead. He keeps his hair just long enough to tie back into a pony-tail and keep it out of his way. For clothing, he wears earth tones. Period. Not one for fancy he doesn’t tolerate frivolous stuff. As long as it fits reasonably well then he is happy.

Personality:
Ever since he failed to be chosen and Impress he has blamed the riders. Despite knowing it is the dragon who chooses the rider, Iorme had to have someone to blame for an event he could not control and his mind picked those most closely associated with the dragons. He loathes all riders. It never fully leaves his thoughts. The revolution gave him the chance he has always wanted to lash out at them.

He holds a grudge against those who he believes have slighted him. Watch your back around him because he remembers for a very long time. He will find a way to stab you in the back sooner or later; and he hopes it hurts! The ones he trust the most are the handlers. They took him in without reservations, trained him, and eventually gifted him a wher. He wants to repay that, and gives his undivided loyalty to them in return.

Though he rarely displays it, Iorme is a passionate man. Whatever he feels he feels strongly. Most of the time it is kept bottled up, until something has to give. His emotions can sometimes run away with him. Making him feel a certain way about something based solely on the emotion connected to an association near that thing. Only to a few people and his wher does his show the true depth of them. He prefers to be realistic in his beliefs. The dragonriders aren’t as superior as they think they are. True the wherhandlers are pristine white either, but they aren’t hung up on egos and glory. Iorme believes the riders will try to retaliate for the taken Weyrs. It’s all a matter of when.

Nothing fascinates his mind more than ‘cause and effect’. I do this, and you do that. He loves to guess how people react to an action. A private amusement he shares with Rias and no one else. Iorme will bet on the outcome of the scene playing out before them. More than that, he uses it. If he can guess what someone will do, then he can influence them. He is not above blackmail or coercing to have his way should he know your weak spots. Only Rias is safe from this.

Iorme was highly traumatized by the tragic deaths of his wher and flits. If it were not for the constant care by Rias he would have gone permanently insane. The younger man’s devotion and love stopped him from going over the edge; however, it did not save him completely. The sudden, violent deaths of wher and flits left him slightly unstable. Iorme has a berserker rage that is triggered by the word ‘silver’. He doesn’t realize it is happening, and will destroy everything in sight until he is subdued or exhausted. Rias, for whatever reason, is the only person able to get near without harm and calm him. Iormesk is also able to approach, but unable to calm.

Though he finds females generally appealing, Iorme is completely faithful to Rias. They have been through too much together for him to consider another. His friend and lover is much like a soothing balm on raw wounds. He is able to siphon off and deflect Iorme’s passionate moods into something a bit more normal. While he is around Rias his emotions and hate of riders is kept in check. The usual surly handler who wears a scowl most often when alone will find a rare smile on his face for his lover. The utter devotion of Iormesk holds a special place in his heart while providing another source to keep him sane.
Other: Handler made for the wher I won from extra wher egg clutch. Krus and I worked together for both chars and agree to this arrangement.


Wher
Name: Iormesk
Age: baby!
Colour: Blue
Description: Light Blue, Song

Size: Average
Build: Average
Personality: Iormesk is a cheerful, excitable handful of a wher. While some handlers will have to worry about keeping their bonded under control so they don't harm anyone, that will likely only be an issue for this blue while he's a hatchling, and even then it's only because he doesn't understand just how easy people are to hurt with those teeth and claws of his. He's liable to get carried away in his enthusiasm and bowl someone over, or jump on them to greet them, or grab at their clothes to get their attention. Until his handler succeeds in teaching him to stay off - hopefully before he gets very big! - being around this bouncy wher will carry with it the possibility of minor, albeit unintentional, injury. Even once he's learned better, there may be occasional slip-ups, but they'll be few and far between.

Iormesk tries very, very hard to be a good wher and please humans. His handler is his focus, of course, but he likes all humans (and whers, dragons, and everything else!) as long as they're nice to him and his bonded. Any action that might be construed as the least bit aggressive or threatening towards him or his handler, however - even just a raised voice or a playful punch in the arm - will bring out the aggression watch-whers are known for.

He is as loyal and faithful a companion as you will ever find, but frets when left alone. He'll kick up a fuss whenever his handler leaves him behind, and carry on and on until they come back or he exhausts himself.
Other:

Hahahhah I didn't say -how- he got to Benden. Guess I assumed he had help along the way. I'm glad that was the only thing. Change made in red. Thanks Tawny!