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Rider
Name: Kr'stof
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Previous craft/rank: (Former) Journeyman Ancientcrafter specializing in inventing
History:
Kriana and Stofan were a lovely couple of Weavers in Malvren Weyr, both of them Holdborn and married. They were good at their jobs, had a large circle of friends, and yet lacked the one thing they desired: a child. Kriana conceived serveral times through her life, all of which resulted in a miscarriage. The fourth known miscarriage was a late-term one and nearly killed the woman. After that, the couple put their idea of children aside and adopted a few creche children. Years passed and well into her 45th year, Stofan hitting 51, Kriana became pregnant. They didn't realize until she was about six months in. Insert panic and bedrest for the next two months. Born about three weeks early, Kristof came into being as a sickly, weak lunged little beast. Needless to say, his parents doted on him and kept the boy clear of others for at least three years. Sort of. He had his older adopted siblings to help protect and care for him as well.

He eventually had to be put in the creche during the day in order to keep him under control as his parents worked. He was small and sickly still, although his lungs weren't horrible any more. He got colds a lot. He'd get better. His parents apprenticed him to an Ancientcrafter when he was 10 , which kept him from setting too many things on fire.

At twelve, he met Jahonas. They immediately hated each other. Think of a really mean Bucky Barnes vs pre-serum Steve Rodgers. Like that. Jahonas kept getting on his case about being small and skinny and mocked him for being smart, Kristof eventually ended up acting out on him. Jahonas is where he learned to fight like a scrappy little thing and became unafraid of those bigger and stronger than him. Around fifteen is where Jahonas and Kronos started to sling around insults about him being 'such a greenrider'. Bristle bristle!

Life continued, he walked the tables at 19. There were some boyfriends here or there and he eventually was able to tune Kronos and Jahonas out - especially after catching Jahones in the corridor with a pretty young man, doing what teenagers in darkened corners do. Jahones panicked and backed off for the most part. He walked the tables at nineteen and decided to go back to Malvren to visit his parents. ... Kronos and Jahones followed, he didn't know why, didn't care. They were Weyrbrats from Malvren so it probably was why.

Kristof kind of Impressed by accident. His mother encouraged him to Stand and he decided to go with it to make her happy in her old age. He never imagined to get a stocky, daring green clambering up onto him with demands of Now, Kr'stof! It is time to be amazing! Who could say no to that? Jahonas Impressed a Silver and Kronos Imperssed Bronze. He started Weyrlinghood filled with elation and pride and... to be treated as a greenrider, as if it were a bad thing. His Crafting talent went aside in favor of being a swishing greenrider and that is how he started to be defined.

That's when the anger started.

Him and five other greens hatched from that same clutch decided to join up and be fabulous.Well... perhaps it was less 'LET'S BE AWESOME' and more 'People treat us like butt so let's be friends'. Some of them formed tighter bonds than others but Kr'stof, being himself, tried to make friends with everyone. While he didn't have the intense hardcore love for his fellow Bolts, he rather adored them in his own way, preferring to be friends with as many of them as he could. They were the Bolts! They could be awesome! Kr'stof put his Craft aside to practice more and start a life outside of Ancientcrafting. He missed it terribly but... one needs to prove themselves.

In his 23rd turn, Kr'stof ended up in bed with J'onas. He couldn't even try to blame it on a Flight, though for a hot minute he attempted to go 'NO XENTH WAS PRODDY' because even he knew that was wherrieshit. The morning after was super awkward, J'onas still in hardcore denial he was gay despite 'childish explorations' when they were teens. It... took a while.

Eventually they worked out a relationship and got along rather well. Their only major issue was that J'onas never really understood why Kr'stof became so upset over color politics. He tried, he really did, but conservative J'onas did not really understand. It didn't help that his best friend, K'nos, told Kr'stof to his face that he believed his upsets to be 'adorable little thoughts'.

Keller came along.

Kr'stof approved immediately. He'd not been treated with respect since his Impression ("Good for only Flights and fodder" being only one of many comments) and that anger an frustration turned into something putrid and bitter over the turns. The Bolts as a whole joined in and, to be honest, Kr'stof assumed J'onas would join as well if he knew. The few times they broached the subject, the silver rider appeared sympathetic but not to the point Kr'stof point-blank told him what was going on. He just... he thought the man he spent the last five turns of his life with would be with him on this equality bit.

Viva la revolution. Krissy killed a few people - including the 'Flights and fodder' commentator - and came across K'nos murdering someone. A child no older than thirteen. Kr'stof flipped out, attacked him as the child sputtered to death on the floor, an the two of them fight. He killed K'nos with a slam of his fist up against K'nos' nose - it's deadlier than it sounds, folks. Cartlidge to brain equals death. J'nas, fighting down the hall, came around the corner to see Kr'stof standing over his dead friend since childhood.

They fought; J'nas leaped in a blind rage, Kr'stof reacted accordingly, and he stabbed his lover to death in the hall. He ran to try and find the other Bolts only to learn L'roh and V'i dead, a third of his group dead and his lover as well. He fell into a state of shock for a while, withdrawing into himself and refusing to let anyone harm J'nas' already stabbed form. He insisted on taking him between himself. It took a while for him to come to terms with the things that happened and, finally, pulled himself out of it. He's leaned more heavily on his companions and Xenth ever since. He doesn't regret what happened, the Revolution, he just wishes he could have kept his life.

Description: Back in the day of his youth, Kr'stof was a wild haired boy with too big eyes while being small and scrawny. Luckily, he grew out of it. He still refuses to acknowledge the days before hair product.

Nearing 30, Kr'stof is already gaining thin crows feet and laugh lines, though he calls it being 'distinguished'. Otherwise, he is ... pretty. That's really the only way to desribe it. He has a sharp features and full lips, large eyes so dark brown they're nearly black, and the ear-length curls match. His skin is only a few shades lighter and he wears jewel-toned clothing because it looks 'dashing' or something equally Robin hood-esque. The romantic life of a dragonrider! A Bolt of his awesomeness must always look dapper.

Kr'stof is only 5'7" and slight of build, some scars dotting over his chest and side from years of dragonriding, a few threadscore scars marring a good portion of his back. Kr'stof is all whipcord leanness. He is not a soft swishy thing. He is a hardcore swishy things (and yes. He swishes.) He is strong enough to be formidable in hand to hand combat but is the sort to rely on speed and smarts instead of brute strength. He has a few badges of war from the Revolution, most notably the four deep oval imprints lying horizontally on his cheek in the form of a strike from brass knuckles and another just under his right eye. While his vision is blurred, luckily the punch didn't take his vision.

Also, he wears a leather strap around his throat with the letter 'D' carved into it. Don't touch it. Since the Revolution, he's taken to wearing elbow-high fingerless gloves as well due a wee bit of PTSD coming from killing a few people he knows. And slept with.

Personality: Kr'stof is not a stereotypically aggressive personality; he does not raise his voice, does not swear or shake people to get his point across. His idea of taking control is being able to do so with eye contact, commands, and a firm tone. People react worse when those attempting to be in charge are overreacting or trying to assert themselves without anything to back it us. His personal space is always firmly in his control, choosing who can and cannot get near to him. If this is ignored, he can lash out verbally and quite dramatically. He has a flair for drama.

Kr'stof does his best to keep a level tone at all times, though inflection varies on what he is feeling that moment. If he knew he were being roleplayed, Kr'stof would abuse that italics and bold like no ones business to get his point across. He uses his hands when he speaks as well, sweeping motions or small, punctuated jerks instead of raising his voice. He tries to be positive, he does, and prefers to smile and compliment then anything else, but Kr'stof learned from a young age that sometimes people only shut up when the tone gets firm and the frown fades away, eyebrows pulled close. And his sense of humor, despite the smiles? Full of sarcasm as he finds it hilarious.

Brushing off his attempted sunny personality for imcompetance is a mistake. Kr'stof is nice, yes, but he will mess you up. He quite enjoys not being caught off guard and knows how to use knives with pretty decent skill. He can fight - one can't grow up in this world and Impress a green with his sort of personality without knowing how to fight.

The Revolution is the exception to these rules. Kr'stof did not learn to fight in order to kill and having to do so broke him, just a little. He was loud then, and violent.

To say 'he's smart' would be a gross understatement. Krissy went into Ancientcrafting and inventing because he had himself a brain and a flair for creativity; he likes to tinker and create new things, to bury himself in hours of experimentation. He misses it dreadfully. All of that creativeity and drive had to be channeled elsewhere once he Impressed Xenth, when he began to feel the eyes looking down on him. Kris never took the words to heart, the idea that greens were less because they were smaller and didn't make babies. Even if he never believed he stood lower than the rest of the weyr because of his girls hide color, K'rstof never the less became exceedingly hostile towards the status quo. He still is.

Other: Everyone gets called by pet names - darling, precious, sweets, muffin, doodlebug. All of it. You will not escape. 'Love' and 'pet' are reserved and not for you.

Dragon
Name: Xenth
Age: 8
Colour: Green
Size/build:
Description: As greens go, Xenath is very, very large. She is the build of a small blue, thickset that tapers into something of a slim tail, longer than usual. Her chest is large bordering on being considered a 'barrel chest', her wings strong, and she has something of a Glasgow smile from a freak hit of Thread that somehow managed not to kill her.

Her hide is a soft pea green with dark grass colored speckles along her toes and the tips of her tail, along the length of her chest and down her stomach. Since the Revolution, she bears scars raking along her left side from the talons of another dragon and numberous bite marks along her front claws. A few bones were broken so she is currently wearing a dragon leg brace. It's not as comical as it sounds.

Personality: Xenth is loyal. It can be considered a defining characteristic, that this green will fight to the death for those she is loyal to, and almost did in the Revolution. While this sounds like an absolutely wonderful, beautiful thing, Xenth has what we'll call 'trust issues' when it comes to other dragons. It's not just a matter of color, it's a matter of Bolts versus everyone else. If they are not one of her four other sisters, they are to be viewed with suspicion. Anything other than greens she sees as possible threats, as colorist pigs that may try to make her or Hers feel bad for what they are. So her ideals, they may be a little skewed. She listens to Kr'stof, she feels what he does, and when they hurt him, she hurts them. And so what if they can't hurt humans? Other riders have dragons and she has absolutely no problem going after the dragons.

Outside of the 'blah blah blah messed up honor' thing, Xenath has a biting sense of humor with a head for tactics and group formation but due to color, they've never been able to get any sort of leadership position. She enjoys the flying and the antics of the Bolts, taking out her aggression and strength in the sky. Xenth wouldn't be able to say whether or not she's happier in the Bolts than she would be if able to be, say, a Wingleader or something, and she's quite glad she doesn't have a shiny hide, but her lot in life never the less dissatisfies her.

While she considered silver Ranoluumath to be her mate, he did not Chase due to, well, he was a silver. When she Flies, Xenth tends to go for the screeching, killer version of Flights, clawing and biting at her suitors until one is suitably bloodied up and thus acceptable. She mourns for Ran when Kr'stof remembers him and what sort of short-term dragon memory feelings she had. Her best friends are the other Bolts, whether they like it or not, she's rather fond of firelizards.

She is XENTH, WARRIOR PRINCESS.

Other: She Chases greens. biggrin

Why did this dragon choose their rider?: Xenth is a fierce warrior in the small and chromatic body. Kr'stof is a dominant personality with leadership qualities inside a small, thin greenrider. Neither one of them can rise too far in the ranks and neither wants to be anything other than the best. Xenth chose a personality near to her own but with the calm exterior and cheerfulness to keep her tempered, her fueling his strength and him her calm. Kr'stof never resented her hide and, in return, Xenth gave him nothing to be ashamed of. She accepts everything about him even if they don't always agree. Also, they're both snarkers who quite like sarcasm.