Masterharper Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2017 4:39 pm
Name: Th'res (previously Tharesil)
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Prefers men but can be opportunistic.
Weyr: Unaffiliated
Rider Rank: N/A
Previous Rank/Craft: Daredeveil / Acrobat Entertainer
Physical Description: Th'res isn't a large or tall man, which suits him just fine. He was meant to be small, and prefers it that way. He stands just about 5'6" but has never been bothered by his height or suffer a complex. For all his short stature, he has a large personality, and that tends to come through more than his height. He's thin, trim, and strong -- which is something he needs to pull off many of his acts. He's attractive enough, which is something he takes pride in as well, with dark black hair, and naturally pale skin. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, and he sports various tattoos and piercings to complete his rebellious look and attitude. He often sports some sort of goatee or facial hair, which adds to his overall rugged attractiveness.
Personality: Th'res is the sort of man that wants your attention, and he'll stop at nothing to get it. Some have called him fearless, others reckless, and both would be right. An adrenaline junkie, as soon as Th'res left the Weyr, he threw all limits and rules aside. Nothing was going to stop either of them from living their life, and pushing the envelope of what a rider and dragon could do with their lives. Though this has resulted in injury for both rider and dragon, neither Th'res nor Sozanth have stopped their antics; injury is expected.
While neither rider or dragon is suicidal, they do have blind spots concerning their abilities. Th'res believes in his own skills, and Sozanth's abilities, so thoroughly that he tends to throw caution to the wind. If he sees someone else pull of some trick he's never seen, he'll be the first to learn it, and then somehow exceed it. He wants nothing more than to be the best, and sees everyone else purely as competition; his jealousy has caused him some trouble as it can affect both his business and his personal life. He can't help it -- to see someone else get a larger applause, or make more marks, or be more attractive, or be better than him in any fashion... He hates it. It's not uncommon to find him brooding with Sozanth when his jealousy is at its peak, and the source of his disdain outwardly ignored or spurned. Thankfully, it doesn't take much to soothe his sore ego, and any sincere desire for his attention will usually distract him from his mood.
Th'res is an independent man. He knows how to take care of himself and Sozanth, and doesn't usually need others help. In fact, he'd rather prefer to be a solo act. He know he can get himself out of any scrap he gets himself in (or so he believes) and while this can make him aloof, it can also be a benefit for any troupe or group he works with. He has no trouble getting his hands dirty, or pulling more than his share of weight when something needs to get done. He'd rather get something done right the first time than do only his assigned share, and watch others bungle up or procrastinate their tasks.
Positive Trait List Fearless, Driven, Independent
Negative Trait List Competitive, Risk Taker, Jealous
History: Tharesil was born and raised in the Southern Continent, in a small Hold on the outskirts of Monaco Bay. He called the jungles his home, and was about as wild as a feline's he grew accustomed to seeing. His parents were both feline handlers, and adventurous sorts. They traveled all over the Southern Continent, and would periodically bring Tharesil with them.
He was given a healthy dose of adventure, and learned to be fearless from a very young age. While his parents loved him, they seemed more in love and devoted to their craft and their felines than the young boy that surprised them; needless to say, he grew up without siblings, and was often left to his own devices based on the needs of the resident prides.
Given Tharesil's parents moved and educated local Hold's about the benefits of felines, or helped to protect local native prides, the boy grew up entertaining himself. He would do all sorts of acrobatics, just to pass the time; he'd also challenge himself. How far could he climb in one sitting; how fast could he run, how far could he jump. This lead to many broken bones and some close calls, but no amount of pain or discomfort seemed to deter the boy. He was fearless, and as he grew, seemed to enjoy the challenge and adrenaline that came with doing more and more crazy stunts.
While he had always assumed he would follow in the footsteps of his parents, a travelling caravan of entertainers happened to stop at Landing during one of his family's stays. Tharesil couldn't believe what he witnessed -- everything he loved to do was laid out before him! There were men and women who did knife and blade tricks, others who wielded fire; there were limber individuals that danced using ropes and ribbons, and all sorts of entertainers.
Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to run off with them, and he watched with a heavy heart as the little troupe left after a few days stay. Though he couldn't go with the troupe, he never forgot what he saw. He decided that if they could make a living entertaining and wowing the crowds, than he could, too! So, for the next few Turns, he spent every waking hour he could trying to come up with some sort of routine, some sort of stunt. For a while, he thought he might be able to work with a feline, and become an entertaining feline handler. His family, while not as impressed, did like the idea of the boy keeping to their roots....
But at Turn 14, everything changed. He was Searched by a rider from Southern Weyr! Of course, his family bade him to go, and Tharesil accepted. It would be a new adventure, and maybe, just maybe, he'd walk away with a dragon rider. It didn't take the boy long! His very first Hathing, a month later, resulted in a blue dragon, Sozanth, picking him above all the others. If bonding to a feline had been something he'd always been envious about, Impressing Sozanth stole the show. There was no doubt that he had found his best mate, and his perfect match.
The blue was big as a hatchling, but fast! He seemed to enjoy learning tricks as much as Tharesil enjoyed showing them off. The pair got in endless amounts of trouble, and didn't make it through weyrling training without more than a few injuries. It was bad enough what they did on the ground -- it only got worst when they learned how to fly. Sozanth was a speed demon, and Th'res only encouraged his blue. They practiced long hours, and when no one was looking, took a few risks they probably shouldn't have. Lecture, after lecture, after lecture -- yes he knew the risks, but Sozanth was also a bit of an enabler; the two were confident in each other, and both loved the attention it wrought them.
Finally, for once in his life, they were the stars of the show.
With great reluctance, the Weyrlingmaster finally let them graduate, and Th'res and Sozanth were gone. They returned to Monaco Bay to meet his parents. He expected praise, expected his parents to fawn over his beautiful Sozanth, and couldn't wait to show off, or even help them with their felines. But no praised or amazement came. His parents seemed pleased enough to see their son grown into a young man, but the dragon was bulky, and upset their felines and the local prides. It stung, but Th'res finally saw the truth -- his parents really had little interest in their child. He was a burden, an upset to their order, and an upset to their beloved prides. He didn't blame the felines... but he regretted ever coming home.
So, one night, he left with Sozanth. They wouldn't miss him, and the prides down in the jungles would be left in peace.
It wasn't hard for him to find marks. He was able to travel throughout Pern and began performing. At first it was small things here and there; watch him jump off his dragon and be caught; watch him be flown around doing acrobatics on his blue. But the crazier stunts Sozanth and he did, the more marks and applause he'd receive. On top of loving the adrenaline rush, Th'res loved the praise and applause. He loved it.
The Turn's passed. Eventually, Th'res settled in with a small group of entertainers and their dragons. Th'res became their resident daredevil and acrobat, and they made quite a name for themselves down in the Southern Continent. The troupe was his home, his family; there was drama -- so he wound up bedding half the men, and cheating on them with the other half -- and heartache, accidents, accusations, and hard night; jealousy over who got the most applause, anger when pay was short. . . but there was also applause, adoring fans, and the love of Pern. They had the power to keep eyes on them, to impress them with their skills, to pull off stunts no sane rider would ever try.
Life was bliss. Th'res was happy. Sozanth and he were stars.
Until Thread came back. The travelers had been on the move between Holds when the silver stuff fell upon them. The fact that Th'res was mounted on Sozanth, and taking up the rear guard was the only thing that saved them. What had looked like silver rain suddenly poured down on them. Too late did the cries go up, and too late did Sozanth leap up to get away. Th'res and Sozanth were both scored before jumping Between -- back to a tiny minor Hold they had just come from two days away.
The world went to hell.
Though they were scarred, they were not down for long. Most of their troupe had been eaten -- though a few of the fellow riders had made it out scarred but alive. If he regrets not having been able to save those in his troupe, he buries it. His entertaining group was dissolved -- not out of need, but out of literally almost everyone getting eaten alive.
For the next Turn, Th'res and Sozanth tried to carry on, and even debated returning to Southern Weyr to help with Thread. But being trapped in a Weyr... No. He wasn't a fighter. If anything, what he did with Sozanth was cowardice. Could he have saved those in his troupe? Could have have tried? Everything had happened so quickly, he'd responded instinctively -- but the troupe had been his family, and he'd been incapable of doing anything. He'd let them down.
So it was, Th'res and Sozanth left the Southern Continent. They recovered from their injuries, dodged Threadfall whenever they could, and looked for a fresh start; new faces to wow, a new act to get involved in. Recently, he's joined up with a new group of entertainers -- and while he's not the only daredevil -- there are dragons enough to keep Sozanth happy. If he's more reserved than he'd been with his old troupe, it's to be expected. Between the pain, the guilt, and the horrors of watching his troupe get eaten, he's trying not to get overly attached to this new group. He's an outsider coming in, and that's fine. He'll wow and amaze, he'll still take risks no riders dare... And if it's the death of him, well, at least Sozanth and he will go in style -- not wrapped in a blanket of silver Thread.
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DRAGON
Name: Sozanth
Age: 20
Color: Blue
Size: 33'
Physical Description: Sozanth is a large dragon, but much of that is made up of his neck and tail. He is a surprisingly agile dragon, despite being larger than most blues, and even the smallest of browns! He has large wings that help him fly, and his stamina is excellent. He's nimble enough to wow an audience, but large enough to be able to take a hit, a failed landing... or broken bones. Honestly, Sozanth looks like a rugged blue because he is. He's been through his fare share of scrapes, and scars, and has a somewhat crooked tail from breaking parts of it over the Turns.
Personality: Sozanth is as much of a daredevil as his rider. While he is less of a peacock than some entertainers out there, Sozanth does enjoy it when all eyes are on him or his rider. He is fearless, and not afraid to take risks. Forever loving, he loves his rider above all else; but he'll happily cuddle up to any dragon who might say sweet enough things. He's the sort of dragon who knows he's a winner -- he walks with a natural strut, and enjoys the fact he's larger than some of the smallest browns! Like rider like dragon, he is known to get jealous, particularly when it comes to his current mate or mates. Should another capture their attention, or if they coo over another that isn't him -- he will go to great lengths to try to wow them or draw their eye -- and if that doesn't work, he is known to bristle and snap at any who get too close. While he's a good workhorse, and pushes himself to his limits every day, he does have a fierce streak in him. Just let someone try to take advantage of his rider, his mate, or his family -- they will find out quickly that some of his scars are not necessarily just from botched tricks.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: https://postimg.org/image/kcvqcfakp/
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