Age: 60
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi and Poly
Weyr:Other
Rider Rank: Nope
Previous Rank/Craft: Mercenary/ will kick your a**
Physical Description:Locke is strongly muscular and rough. Rough clothing, rough attitude, rough look. He shaves and trims his hair with a razor and usually by feel. He is usually some level of worn and dirty, clothing clearly used and armor battered but otherwise in good shape. Same with his weapons. He walks with a clear confidence and carries himself tall and perhaps a bit cocky. He is tanned, what little hair that can be seen, since he shaves it down close to his skull, is black and his eyes are green. He has a strong jaw, and missing a tooth in the front, leave a gap and missing a molar or two. He has a lot of scars that bother him as the months get colder or weather turns to storms leading to irritability.
Personality: Locke... Locke is a bit of a smug a*****e mixed with crotchety old guy. He is brash, crude, and rude not one for manners or niceties. He's also a scarred up survivor that turns to irritated grump as the weather turns and has a tendency to drink to deal with it that leads to yelling at everyone next morning when hung over.
He is surprisingly good with his kids and his trainees, letting them explore and be independent but not setting them up for failure. He is supportive and firm but expects the best from them. He is a hands on teacher, working with individuals one on one or in small groups when they are having difficulties with drills.
Locke is a hard worker, things need to be done and you do it now and not later, specially when you are living in the wild of western and hunting bandits and wild beasts that are causing issues. He is reliable, if he takes a job, it will get done.
Positive Trait List Supportive, Hands on, hard worker, good time management, Reliable, it will get done.
Negative Trait List Brash, cranky, smug, likes his drinks
History: Locke was born in Zanoma camp to a pair of green riders and their wild and independent way has always stuck with him. He left young, running after a mercenary leader about twenty years his senior at 18, determined to prove himself. Perhaps find a dragon, be a rider, show off.
Instead he found love with the leader and a slightly younger women and slowly started to give up ever impressing or finding a wild clutch of eggs. Instead he had Shidan, Nevah, and a family, a pair of twin boys and an infant daughter and a growing name as the band became known to being reliable and while a bit crass kept control and order.
He was thirty when dragons reentered his life when the band escorted a trader caravan to the Weyr and ended up in the stands to watch with his lovers and kids.
He never thought a spunky green would force her way up into the stands let alone talk to him.
It was difficult being away from his family and annoying being the eldest in a class with a bunch of snot nose punk kids for a turn. Moarteth though, she was a dream he had nearly given up on and a year later he left the weyr, and proudly returned to Zanoma to show her off to his parents. He talked around the camp to find his family and was off again, rejoining the band and his lovers with Moarteth in tow.
For the last thirty some years, Locke been raising his kids, finding jobs protecting caravans from bandits and hiring out as extra protection to holds when needed and occasionally swinging by the camp to met up with his parents. He has a new son, watched most of his children impress their own dragons and while not age gracefully, is still alive.
With Thread, he is torn between returning and remaining with the group. For now, until someone bothers to ask, he is going to keep doing what he is doing. He recently impressed a green fire lizard hatching, finding the damp and struggling baby on the beach. Locke still thinking up a good name for her
Other:While Unaffiliated at the moment, would be open to returning to Western Weyr if approached first with a good offer.
Flitter -
- Contest win - will name and cert after his approval DRAGON
Name: Moarteth
Age: 30
Color: Green
Size: 27'
Physical Description: She is large, in charge, and scarred. Moarteth is a striking green, if heavy set with muscle. She is mainly a dark green with nearly black and brighter green markings on her neck and face, tail, and the back of her hide feet. Her wing webbing is bright green. She has a mess of scars down her back hind leg and side from arrow and a nasty wher attack.
Personality: Moareth is big, large, and in charge. She is bold and says what she feels, flat out and doesn't pull her punches. She doesn't respect anyone that hasn't earned her respect. Gold? Bronze? Bahahhah, don't make her laugh at those puffed up shiny hides. They are good at making eggs and hatchlings and not much more.
She does have a few soft spots, specially for people who try so hard and end up bloody and survivors. You survived child, that all the proof to know that you are greater then those that did not. You have a fire that burns in you, now take it and make those that hurt you pay. You pick yourself up and you try again, wait. Locke! Locke! Get over here and give the boy some pointers, luv. Don't worry, he is an excellent teacher, you will only feel like you want to die. When someone gets Moareth help or interest, expect it to continue for the long run. Moareth wants those she feels are worthy to do well and can be very overbearing and hyper focus.
Moareth is a big believer for an eye for an eye. She is rage, passion, and sharp eyes and big toothy intimating grins. She is unconditional in her love and her anger. And her Locke of course. And well, his brats have promise, if given a few more years.
Her flights are long and bloody and demanding. You are going to give her all you got and she will lash out at someone she thinks is slacking. Moareth is not a fine poet but she is passionate and loud in flights, calling out to any one chasing her.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Starter Green
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Vimiath x Wincheth
26 Eggs
1 gold / 3 bronzes / 4 browns / 8 blues / 10 greens
Clutch
