Age: 35
Sex: male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Weyr: Other
Rider Rank: Nope
Previous Rank/Craft: Tattoo artisan, Piercing artisan, tebori and tatau
Physical Description: V'ail is muscular, like a boxer and tall. His skin is olive in complexion, clear, and often decorated in henna and permanent tattoos. He has warm hazel eyes with a tad bit of green and straight black hair kept around chin length.
Pierced- lobes and cartilage of both ears.
Tattoos - blossoms and twining dragons from left ankle to hip
Personality: Out of Locke, Shidan, and Nevah children, V'ail is the most independent, stubborn, and reckless child. He charges into situations blindly, taking things at face value and disregarding history. He only holds loyalty to his family, bouncing from relationship to relationship and can't seem to commit to just one. If V'ail is with someone it is a casual fling or sexual buddies at best.
He loves his work, managing for hours at time to put his energy into intense focus of tapping or poking ink into skin depending on his customers pain tolerance or designed wished for. He is prideful of his work, of his abilities, and wears his ink proudly. He mixes his own inks and makes his own tools. He is very careful with his craft instruments, making sure they are clean and sanitized between use.
Positive Trait List independent, focus, loyal to family,
Negative Trait List stubborn, reckless, noncommittal, prideful
History: Born in the late months of Winter, V'ail and his twin started out as trouble. While Nash has turned out mostly respectable, V'ail is like several shades of trouble and is to blame for most of his parents grey hairs.
V'ail has always thrown himself into a fight, into the next idea, into the next adventure, and has gathered his share of bumps and bruises. He just had a tendency to wander off and be dragged back by either of his fathers, his mother, Moarteth, or anyone else in the merc group.
He loved Moarteth dearly, often bringing her shells and leaves, and other gifts. Or just trying to hang off her tail or climb up her back, and usually just laughing when she huffed and finally got Locke to get him off her.
They traveled often, V'ail always loved watching tattoo artist and found himself apprenticing early to a rough regular in the group, picking up the different styles and learning to make ink sticks and how to grind and mix his own inks.
V'ail loved his family between the mercenary group and his grandparents in Zanoma. At 15 his life changed when they were escorting a trader caravan about and made a stop in Dunto Weyrhold. There was eggs hard on the sand and after a bit of talk, V'ail and his twin was allowed to stay with Locke and Moarteth when the rest moved on.
The weyrhold was small and ehh, boring. V'ail was a humming ball of nerves and excitement and just hope. The eggs spilled out their dragonets and the gold that everyone else was excited about, but also a bright sleek tiny green. Lanreth was perfect little bundle that was messy with fluid and a bit of egg shell and bright whirling eyes.
Locke was pleased, V'ail was dumb struck that such a perfect creature would ever seek him out. His twin ended up elbowing him in the ribs to get a move on and feed her. Locke and Nash stayed a day or so to make sure he was settled and Locke promised to come back every few weeks or so. It was just a blink between to visit.
V'ail stayed barely long enough for Lanreth to to have her first flight before seeing that about leaving. He wanted to go home, in so much that they had a home and ended up leaving about eleven month of training.
Between his grandparents in the camp and his dad, they filled in any blanks as they aged and V'ail enjoyed his new found freedom with Lanreth. They could go anywhere and the views from above were fantastic. V'ail mostly worked as a scout for the group, gleefully flying ahead of the caravans to watch for dangers ahead.
Thread to V'ail is more shrug and how is it their problem? They can just round up their stuff and blink away.
Other: V'ail might be will to end up at a weyr depending on how thread fall goes in Western.
DRAGON
Name: Lanreth
Age: 20
Color: Green
Size: 18'
Physical Description: Lanreth is a bright green with pale markings on her head neck, tail and hind legs. She is a tiny green, slender and delicate, and narrow of built.
Personality: Lanreth is a tad bit vain, she knows she is a looker and she goes out of her way to look her best and tries her best to help V'ail in his fashion choices. She loves him dearly, but sometimes, love put on a shirt. She is just as passionate about art as her rider, dragging her claws through dirt and sand to make patterns, she chips at stone and shifts around branches and while the results are crude, she is pleased with them.
She is deeply passionate about flights, they make her feel like the queen she really is no matter the actual color of her hide and she sings gleefully as she pushes forward. They are a single day affair, she expects them to to give their best and then welp that is it. She doesn't really care for them to stick about after but presents are good. If anyone cares to give them. Lanreth certainly won't say not to proper presents given to her.
She can be terribly petty, when someone slights her, she remarks on it as long as she can remember. It is just absolutely awful that anyone would dare, and who do they think they are. Hmmph.
She certainly is adventurous, she loves flying and seeing all the new things that is out there. She really likes to go fast and be able to spread her wings and just show off her speed.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment:
[NPC-DEFUNCT] Dunto Weyrhold
3553.11.01
Chehaveeth x Likoth - Final Flight
11 Eggs
1 gold / 0 bronzes / 1 brown / 3 blue / 7 green
Anali of Gold Banshidheth :: Weyrless :: Played by Meepfur
