Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider: Gale Stalkers
History: Mica was born into a group of Traders, travelling from Hold to Weyr to Hold. As they traveled the island that Malvren resided on, he was able to grow up around several different people, allowing him to see and take part in different crafts. From Weavercraft to Baking to hunting and Tanning. His parents both were trappers, helping to catch food as well as some rare pets.
While they weren't close to Malvern Weyr all the time, It had been quite a discovery to find a Search Dragon from the Island Weyr claim that he was a candidate. While it was a large shock to his family, him being not only a trader's son but being 18, he was already close to apprenticeship in one craft, trapping, something he had learned to prefer, of course they let him be taken to the Weyr. While he missed the hatching he had been brought for, he was in line for the next one. It had been a tense moment when the eggs were all broken except for a few ones. One turned out to be an empty dud.
The other released a silver and finally the last one was his. When the body of his little black dragon fell out and didn't move, he was crushed thinking they had opened the egg too late. But Turoth rolled onto his small legs and stumbled towards him, calling out immediately to him. Raising his dragon was hard and he received guff for not changing his name, figuring Mica was short enough for his little black to call. He was beautiful to Mica, black and his pattern made him easy to recognize even if there wasn't many other blacks. It was a tough road to get through to adulthood and he had celebrated with the others when he knew that Turoth would be part of a wing like others of his clutch.
He served for 3 years when the trouble all started. [Metaplot] He stayed out of it all. Defending himself when asked, especially when it was revealed a black dragon had been the assassin as if all of his dragon's color were evil. He listened to the rumors and the accusations and such. He had been with some of the others when the Cries had gone up that Benden had fallen and the war with Malvren had come. He had fought for only a small while before escaping. He wanted to take refuge in Trine, but he knew that the battles would start there again and he wanted to get away from the fighting. It was hours of jumping between before they found a place, it was by a lake which Turoth had desperately needed as they were both thirsty. He needed to lay low for a while, maybe when it died down, he would search out news.
He just didn't want to deal with it all, he had seen his home for the last 8 years be destroyed by those he had trusted, even a few he had called friends. And he was sure that Benden was taken over and that Trine might have succumbed as well. With only his dragon to comfort him, he stayed in the woods, moving around until he found himself a suitable place to live. He had used his skills from growing up and began making himself a home.
Moving from place to place when they have to, keeping themselves safe and under the radar for whoever might be looking to hurt them.
To survive for 6 turns within the jungles of Trine, Mi'ca used skills he had learned from traders, from hunting and trapping to be able to give himself food and even clothing, to weaving and even tanning to provide for him and his very large dragon. He had on him when he escaped a standard dagger and he used that as his only weapon until he could make something akin to spears. Turoth helped as much as he could, felling down trees and even using his flight ability to make them a shelter during rain or wind but within weeks Turoth's ability to breathe flame stopped as they had no way for him to get access to more stone. Leaving them to retreat and hide while thread fell in stone caves that were dotted in the jungles. Having to wait until the thread drowned or died on the stone with nothing to eat. Thankfully, by some miracle status, they were never scored while hiding.
It was tough to live though, Turoth could fly them between places they had already been to and they had learned to travel on foot beneath the shelter of the trees, using Turoth's black hide to the advantage and flying over the treetops mostly at night. Mi'ca killed and trapped for food and they stuck as close as they could to water, he had thoughts often of going back to Malvren or trying to find Trine to see if it had survived but he didn't want to risk Turoth's life. It was lonely and though the black dragon could no longer remember when he was born or how life had been before the wilds, Mi'ca remembered and it made him miss the company of people.
It wasn't until by accident, Mi'ca and Turoth discovered Euclid weyrhold and even by further accident that Mi'ca met Natai. In a bid to finally find a place safe for both of them, the blackrider finally asked to stay. It wasn't a place under siege of Wherhandlers and it also wasn't Trine which seemed like chaos from the rumors he heard in his first weeks in the newly established weyrhold.
He was elected Candidate Master for his seemingly strict manner. And for a while it was a good life. He and Turoth were safe with a place to do something for themselves. He was given tasks and he worked hard to repay the Weyrwoman for her kindness of taking him in. He enjoyed his work as well, even if it wasn't quite busy. He was glad to be useful again.
During the conflict for the Wherwars, Mi'ca stayed with Euclid while the other weyrs fought. He continued on with his duties though at some points he wished he could help Trine. After all, they were reclaiming Malvren, his home. But he stayed where he was because he thought it would be safer and it would be best to help Natai and the others of Euclid.
After the Wherwars, the Queen conflict started. Many began to change their ways and though Mi'ca personally tried to stay out of it, he was dragged into conversations among those at Euclid and was asked how he felt about them being the last with a Weyrwoman solely elected because of having a queen.
It was something he was torn with. He didn't know if not having a Queen be in charge was good or not and he had a loyalty to Natai for letting him come in from the wilds to live. In the end, he left with others as they followed Natai to Trine.
Having never been there before, even as a wingrider before the revolution, he was overwhelmed by the much larger Weyr with it's own politics and way of life. He was no longer a candidate master, that was someone else's responsibility. He had no rank other than a simple wingrider to the Gale Stalkers, joining nearly as soon as he realized he needed a job.
He tries to stay out of politics and the conflict with the queens. Even owning a black who could resist a Queen's call. He had been driven into the wilds once already by conflict and politics and he wasn't eager to return. He would rather have peace and a life with a purpose than argue.
Description: His eyes are perhaps the most interesting part of him. They are dark green and have near permanent bags underneath them from 6 turns of little sleep and stress and even more turns of him being just tired while working and living. They seem to show the horror's he's faced and the pain of losing his home and family and then being lonely for so long. They are deep and easy to get lost in. He also has deep dark brown hair with lighter natural highlights. He has tan skin from living in the hot sun of Southern with little to no protection from the sun. The only part of his body not tan is his scars. He has several of them, a few crisscrossing each other. Marks on his thigh and upper shoulder from escaping a feline. two long scars on his face, one on his chin from a knife fight and another through his eyebrow from a fight. Other scars are from nicks and falls while living in the jungles of Southern. Once, he had a goatee that he kept roughly in care of while living in the jungles of the Southern continent, but he has let it grow out into a full beard, though trimmed in a somewhat stylish fashion along his jawline. He stands at an average height of 5'10 and has a built upper body, nothing too bulky, but enough to be able to stay fit and you have to be fit to be able to run or fight.
Personality: Mica was raised to be polite and he is. Respecting those who may be his customers in whatever field he chooses. As he lived with a trader caravan, it allowed him to gain experience, not only from his parents but by many adults. Each with their own trade or craft. And he was always running around when the caravans stopped, letting him see more of the world. He learned early on how to haggle with others, even if he wasn't always so good at it. He has learned to be charismatic when selling whatever wares or ideas that he has, this attitude, he has learned to turn off when he needs to as he doesn't want to sound like he's selling something all the time.
He is a social person, but not a big talker, preferring to be around the others and listening to their conversations rather than participating. He can appear standoffish and he has a tough attitude when it comes to things like common sense. Really if more people had common sense then the world would be a much smarter place. He deals with incompetence very severely, especially when it comes to dragons or fighting thread. If you're going to screw around and get your dragon hurt needlessly, then you don't deserve to have one in the first place.
Being that he has an air of being disinterested and such, he does feel bad when he ends up driving people away from him. He would rather have friends around him that know even though it appears that he's not really listening, he is and they will appreciate the quiet ear.
He has been known to lose his temper and get into shouting match, which might be the most anyone sees him talk...ever. He isn't one for violence however, unless absolutely necessary and really that's only when he deems necessary. He would rather walk away than go through a fight. Despite the scars he bears from them. Though he is quiet, he is useful and works his a** off. As he became a dragon rider at a younger age and has dealt with thread, he has become a little more softer, especially to those like him and Turoth, the underdogs. His little black almost didn't survive and so Mica has become more sympathetic to some plights of others. He is known to be a little more lenient on atypical riders if he encounters them doing something stupid. But only because he was that young once. He truly hates mischief and idiot people. There is no room in the world for people like that.
Despite how he feels about screwing around and being a nuisance, he has been known to play some harmful tricks of his own. While he is social, he can also be a little more playful than he first appears. Maybe starting a game if he's in a group of people or getting them to start to have fun. He's not as serious as he appears ALL the time, and he does enjoy just relaxing every now and then. Despite where he lives now.
Above all things, what he holds most dear is his dragon. He has had many pets throughout his life, living in a caravan, he was able to see firelizards, canines, and has even met a dolphineer once. So he knows somewhat how to handle certain animals and their movements. But out of all of them, Turoth is the one he keeps closest. Despite his dragon's reluctance to be close to anyone. What he most used to fear is that someone from Malvren or Trine will find him and Turoth and take them for traitors. If he's seperated from Turoth, he'll fight tooth and nail, to get back to his dragon. He'd rather be in the wilderness with his black than in a Weyr jail without him.
Before all of this happened, Mica had aspired to someday either be a Search dragon or be a Weyrling or Candidate Master. He had always liked the younger generation, but with his current situation, it may never come true.
With being in the Jungles for 6 turns, he had grown lonely and missed other people, often imagining other voices responding to his own words and called himself crazy many times.
Once he found Euclid, his fears and feelings began to change, around people, he felt happier and more at peace, knowing the world had kept turning for others after the pain of losing Malvren and fearing Trine had been lost. Euclid was the beginning for redemption and healing for Mi'ca.
Once he left Euclid and followed to Trine, he felt overwhelmed and lost among the large Weyr with it's many dragons and refugees and traders and the people who seemed to just flock there. Of course Turoth didn't remember the Jungles anymore but sometimes Mi'ca wondered if he had gone from one extreme of loneliness to go to another extreme of chaos within the big weyr. It had been nearly 17 turns since he had been in such a large weyr, not even Euclid had been that large compared to this.
He began to find a place though, becoming a wingrider once more and finding a purpose to his life and Turoth's life, though the black dragon still would feel comfortable staying in their room all day.
Other: Rogue - Fled to the Jungles of Southern when Malvren Fell.
Dragon
Name: Turoth
Age: 16 Turns
Colour: Black
Description:
Size: Average
Build: Below Average
Personality: Turoth is difficult. He is only as social as Mica will force him to be. He isn't much for social interactions and he much prefers to work on a team by himself. His attitude for the other dragons isn't much different than his attitude for the average human. He'll tolerate them, but he won't be overly friendly unless asked by his rider.
While he isn't very social, he does possess the curiousity that is known for his color, he likes to get into everything and while he doesn't like to be around everyone, he does like to know ABOUT everyone. Even dragons need gossip right? If he wasn't so big, his nose would be in every little nook and cranny and he is great at keeping secrets. Mostly because after a few weeks, he'll forget about them.
Like his rider, he doesn't approve of violence, not really finding any fun or exciting reason for there to be any, but like the rattlesnake that his pattern comes from, he will only strike when he is cornered and fiercely, often, he'll go all out to protect himself, his rider or something he wanted to keep safe. While he can't harm humans, he'll throw up threat displays to push or get them away.
Other:
((edits to the last 10 turns in red))
