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Username: Faewynd

Name: C'rest
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingleader
Former Craft: None. C'rest was raised to stand.

Personality: C'rest is an intense and driven man. In his youth, he was full of fiery ambition. He was arrogant with it, confident that he would impress immediately, and he was not exactly well-liked for it. Things were not helped at all when he impressed immediately, and to a bronze. The pair, both young and brash, fed off of one another's arrogance. It took some hard lessons for C'rest to learn about humility. In fact, it was not something he managed to accomplish until his early twenties. He was more or less insufferable as a teenager, though with his intense presence and his beautiful bronze dragon, he was quite popular with the ladies.

As C'rest grew and matured, he became less arrogant and more thoughtful. He learned how to listen to others, and he learned a great deal about how to work with people. How to inspire them and drive them towards a goal. His whole life being focused around dragons, that focus doubled once he Impressed. Regardless of how much he had matured, C'rest still maintained a certain sense of superiority - he just hid it better. Couched it in the guise of stern leader and strict instructor.

As a leader, C'rest values the same things as his dragon - hard work, integrity, honor. He has an unfortunate tendency to judge people based on their gender and the color of their dragon and can be rather elitist - but he hides it well and never expresses his opinions to anyone other than Cortanth. He has extremely high expectations of those who fly in his wing, but he never asks them to do anything that he himself would not do. And he holds himself to even higher and stricter standards than those he expects from others. This intensity and confidence inspire those who are in his wing - being around C'rest makes a person believe that they are capable of becoming so much more than what they are. And more than that, people want to excel under his guidance.

As a friend, C'rest is about as distant as his dragon is. He has very few close relationships, and most of those are with the elitest riders in his wing. He is not an openly emotional man, he keeps himself to himself and comes across as highly controlled and somewhat rigid. When it comes to women, C'rest views them as the weaker sex, meant to be protected and coddled, but not necessarily respected. There are, of course, exceptions to this generalization. He admires clever and ambitious women, those who have passions and drives that match his own. Female dragon riders are either grudgingly respected or looked down upon - it depends on how good they and their dragons are. He certainly doesn't go easier on them than he does on the men. If they want to fly in his wing, they'd better make the cut and thats that. He has had a number of intimate relationships, but they never progress to emotional intimacy. Instead, he takes his physical pleasure and then turns back to work. While he is a skilled lover, he is sorely lacking in the "cuddling afterward" department and he has no intention or desire to settle down into monogamy.

Physical Description: C'rest is tall and lean with a sort of intensity about him that makes him seem almost feverish at times. His hair is dark brown and he wears it long, in a myriad of little braids and dreadlocks. His eyes are a pale, unusual green and they stand out in his deeply tanned face. He dresses neatly, and always seems to be well groomed and put together.

History: C'rest was born to two dragonriders, the result of a mating flight. Instead of just shuffling him off to the creche, however, his parents chose to raise him themselves. At least, for the earliest part of his life.

The moment C'rest was old enough to walk and talk on his own, he began learning about dragons. Everything about dragons. He began to learn the duties and tasks of a candidate long before he was eligible to stand. There was only one path that his parents sought for him, and that was the path of dragonman. There were no backup plans. There were no deviations.

When he was twelve turns, C'rest stood for the first time. And he impressed immediately, almost as if it were foreordained. From there, life followed a straight and clear path. The pair excelled at their lessons. They excelled in their wing. They showed leadership early on, and it was no surprise that they were promoted to wingsecond, and then wingleader when the old wingleader retired. Under the command of C'rest and Cortanth, the wing went from being a well oiled machine to being irreproachable. They have worked very hard to earn their reputation.

Talents: Being awesome
Notes:

Dragon:

Name: Cortanth
Age: 23
Color: Bronze
Physical Description: Cortanth is a sublime specimen of a bronze. Big, sleek, and perfectly proportioned.

Personality: Cortanth was born to be a leader, and he has always been aware of this fact. In his younger days, he was brash and arrogant. As he has grown older and wiser, his personality has tempered itself and he has become an intelligent and reliable dragon. This bronze values justice, hard work, honor, strength and bravery. He also believes in practicing what you preach, and he does his best to live by his own standards.

Cortanth expects to be listened to. When he gives a command, it is meant to be obeyed and he does not look kindly on those who are reckless or disobedient. There is a code to be followed, and when it is adhered to, the wing is strong and capable. Superior in skill and cohesion to other, less disciplined wings. As a leader, other dragons tend to look up to him. Indeed, it is hard not to idolize this bronze who exemplifies dragonhood. He is the sort that one wants to impress, and when he is dissapointed with your performance he doesn't need to say a word. His whole aura drips with displeasure, causing younger and less experienced dragons to grow rather droopy about the wings and tail.

Part of the reason others look up to him is that he holds himself apart. Cortanth is not a silly chatterbox of a dragon. He does not play jokes, and there is very little in the way of humor or mischief about him. He is a proud and noble creature, solemn and serious. While he has become less arrogant than in his youth, his sense of superiority never fully dissipated. He sees those under him as his charges, to be guided and protected and taught. It takes a great deal for Cortanth to view another dragon as his equal, and those he does respect find themselves holding valuable positions within the wing.

When it comes to chasing the ladies, Cortanth rises only for gold. He believes that part of his duty to the weyr is attempt to further his bloodline, providing the weyr with strong dragonets who can be trained in the arts of combating thread. He is not particularly sentimental, and any gold that he does catch will not find him the sort to cuddle or whisper sweet nothings. Golds are valuable and must be protected, but they are also incapable of being warriors and therefore they do not warrant a great deal of his time or attention.

Prompt:

It didn't matter how excited he was, the small, lanky twelve-turns old boy let no emotion save pride show on his face as he arrived on the sands. Unlike some of the other candidates who were mussed up and wearing wrinkled robes, C'rest (he was already thinking of himself with an elided name), was wearing a perfectly starched and pressed robe. Not a hair was out of place. His queer green eyes shone feverishly from his tanned face. It was time. Finally, it was time. As was his nature, he was one of the first on the sands, and he made certain that he was standing at the very front of the growing group of male candidates. The dragons were humming, and C'rest could feel his heartbeat rising. It seemed as if it was beating in rythm to the the song.

A blue hatched, then two greens. A brown and another blue. C'rest had eyes for the brown, but it seemed that fate had something else in mind. For the moment the brown impressed, a large egg cracked open with a sound like thunder, and out tumbled a bronze. He was beautiful, and the moment C'rest laid eyes on him, he knew. Of course, half the other male candidates were probably having the exact same reaction. Hunger for that shiny hide was rampant, and the crowd had erupted in admiring "oohs" when the handsome bronze had hatched. But the bronze, wasting no time, turned his head and from across the cavern his eyes burst into the rainbow of impression as he spotted C'rest.

It is good to see you are ready for me, C'rest. I am Cortanth. Come here now, and walk proudly. For I am yours.

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