Name: D’amir
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingsecond – Fire Storm Wing
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Trader/Transporter
Physical Description: D’amir is the “wholesome bronzerider” type. He has wavy blond hair, tanned skin, and eyes of pale blue, a pleasant smile and a fair height of 5’11”. Then there’s the broad shoulders, a strong jawline, and some stubble for that masculine touch to prevent him from looking like a juvenile.
Personality: D’amir is often seen smiling, at peace with the world. He possesses a deep voice and loves to belt out seaman’s ditties. He’s good at selling things, be it goods or ideas, due to his past life as a trader. Because of that bit of history, he will sometimes unconsciously stretch the truth a bit, or paint it with rosier colors than it really is. He’s good with numbers, and can tell time and direction by a quick glance at the sky.
After being thrust into the world of dragonmen through a surprise Impression, he has lost most of his ambition, instead merely taking things as they come until he lands in a comfortable place where he can work well with decent pay. Though Delfrith has the instincts and interest for higher rank someday, D’amir has no desire to climb any higher than Wingsecond and isn’t even certain he’d be qualified. He’s still a bit stuck on the whole color aspect of rank presented at High Reaches, and feels that a bronze’s station is a little above him.
Positive Trait List Cheerful, intelligent, good salesman
Negative Trait List Deceptive, unmotivated, not confident in his abilities
History: Donamir was born at Tillek Hold and grew up on the sea. As an adult, he’d become a Journeyman Trader and Transporter, serving the western shore and rivers of the northern continent from High Reaches Hold to Southern Boll Hold. One of the ship’s stopovers after delivering goods to High Reaches Weyr happened to coincide with a Hatching, which Donimar and the other crewmates attended. It was quite the surprise when Donamir Impressed bronze Delfrith from the stands. He was twenty-nine, and should have been too old to Impress, they said. But dragons knew best, they said. Welcome to High Reaches, they said.
After the freedom he’d known at sea, he hated the constrictive environment at High Reaches, which he’d neither asked for nor expected. Suddenly a whole weyr full of strangers had taken over his life and demanded that he should fit into this obligatory role of ambition and arrogance that was foreign to him. The only thing that made this period bearable was Delfrith, who was a natural comforter. But what he saw there between the riders of “higher” and “lower” dragons rankled him. Being a bronzerider himself, he had enough sway to occasionally stop some bullying, but he was still fairly low on the ladder, with only a newborn dragon to his merit.
A couple of months into this new life, D’amir made the mistake of trying to help a greenrider named L’fer. Not only did he get laughed at by the bronzer gang doing the bullying – he also received quite the shiner from the greenrider as a thank-you for making things that much worse. The incident led to punishment for the both of them, as Delfrith put up such a racket that half the Weyr knew something had happened. D’amir suspected that in the heat of the moment, L’fer hadn’t realized he was punching a weyrling, and didn’t hold it against him. But those in charge did. L’fer was marked as a real problem in their eyes – he should have known better than to fight with a new weyrling! What if he’d caused the hatchling to go between? What would he have done then?!
D’amir’s dogged efforts at smoothing the situation were fruitless. It left him feeling indebted to the greenrider, and he made a few earnest attempts to befriend the man, but hadn’t quite succeeded by the time L’fer and green Morpeth left the Weyr. Though he knew these scenarios happened often at High Reaches, he still felt that this particular departure was his fault.
Rather than continue to support that elitist society, D’amir and Delfrith also departed after graduation, returning to the sea. But its hold on him had weakened since D’amir had sailed his last before joining with his bonded. The sound and smell of the waves were as beautiful as he remembered, his crewmates still the best people he knew, yet the man felt incomplete. It wasn’t long before he realized that his sense of incompleteness was actually young Delfrith’s natural desire to return to the Weyr to be part of a fighting wing with other dragons. They were one, now, and would have to find a place in the world that completed them both. As High Reaches was not a place the rider ever cared to set foot in again, they agreed to try Western Weyr instead.
Though it had a few political oddities of its own, Western was a vast improvement over their first weyr. Ambition wasn’t forced on a bronzerider and wasn’t discouraged in riders of other colors. Everyone was free to fall into the roles where they fit best. After a short period of testing the waters, the pair decided to stay and trained as wingriders for the better part of nine turns.
During that period, L’fer and his green also came to Western. D’amir recognized him instantly, but kept his distance and didn’t try to force some sort of reunion, not knowing how well he would be received. If the greenrider held a grudge, he didn’t want to stir up trouble. But it was the dragons who quickly brought them together, so to speak. Though D’amir was the sort to choose a nice lady partner after a flight and then go on with business as usual the next day, Delfrith wanted to dote on Morpeth after he caught her, as the green seemed to be out of condition and was feeling unwell. Delfrith’s concern for Morpeth was serious enough to pull D’amir right into the thick of it, leading to that reunion with L’fer that he’d been avoiding.
L’fer was a bit unsure of him at first, but the fact that D’amir and Delfrith were at Western, and thus had also abandoned High Reaches, carried a lot of weight. While taking care of their dragons’ needs, the two men finally had an actual conversation, during which they both admitted they each thought the other held a grudge over that ill-fated punch so many turns ago. Suddenly, the colors of their dragons meant absolutely nothing, and they realized that they had missed out on what could have been a good friendship.
They were still a little awkward for some time after that, but they ended up being assigned to the same wing, where they had almost-daily contact. Over time they came to trust each other, and as he became more adjusted to the relaxed atmosphere at Western, L’fer’s leadership qualities began to re-emerge. D’amir wasn’t exactly surprised when L’fer was promoted to Wingleader, but he did find it terribly amusing, after his short immersion in the traditional ways of High Reaches, to see a relatively tiny green outranking his massive bronze. His amusement about it is always warm, even borderline affectionate, and he chuckles every time he sees Delfrith and Morpeth beside each other, the bronze bowing his enormous head in deference whenever she gives him an order.
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Delfrith
Age: 10
Color: Bronze
Size: 46’
Physical Description: Big, cuddly dragon! (To be better described when art is obtained!)
Personality: Delfrith is a vast, warm, living sponge there to gather you into his arms and physically soak up all the dirt and rotten leftovers piling up in the kitchen sink of your soul. If you’ve been hurt and need a hug, or someone to vent to, or you’re feeling lonely, or even just a little bored, he’s here for you.
He really does care, but his natural way of preserving his own health is to let others’ problems disappear from his thoughts almost instantly after hearing of them. A few days later, he may not even recall what they told him in the first place, unless it was something very, very serious. If there’s anything that might need to be remembered, it will be reported to D’amir before the forgetfulness sinks in.
Things related to his wing and wingmembers will always be reported. He’s a smart dragon, but not always sure what’s relevant and what isn’t, so he’d rather bother D’amir with too many details than end up watching a frustrated wingmember get upset or make a silly mistake that could have been avoiced. As a bronze, his wingmembers are very important to him, and he feels responsible for their well-being and performance, even if he isn’t Wingleader. Delfrith could see himself as a Wingleader someday, but for now he’s content to let his rider set the limits he’s comfortable with.
This bronze will always chase a rising gold, but his hearts lie with the greens. He finds them enchanting in their speed and grace, something a bronze of his bulk can only watch and dream of matching. When he does manage to catch one of these dancing pixies, it is a cause for celebration, though none have yet wanted to keep him around for very long afterward.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Contest for Fire Storm’s Wingsecond!
