Name: R'shahar
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Why don't you come find out?
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Mercenary/Assassin
Physical Description: Towering at 7', R'shahar is a little taller than his fathers, a fact that pleases him inordinately. He is also one solid man, in extremely fit shape due to an inherited neuroses and vanity. Like father like son. Does anyone want two tickets to the gun show? Yeah, he's got them right here. His hair is cropped relatively short, and is a dark red that borders on black. He has his father's grey-green eyes, and a particularly sharp smirk. He has a tattoo of a Bronze dragon that ranges all across his chest to drape over his shoulders and along his back.
Personality: When R'shahar devotes himself, he does so to the hilt. His affection, once given, will be the possession of whomever dares to claim it. He portrays himself as fearless, but in truth, his greatest fear is that he will not be able to protect those whom he loves. That he is not good enough, strong enough, or clever enough to keep his family and friends safe. He treasures them beyond price, and cannot bear the thought of losing them. There is a sort of hidden fragility within the man, as if he was born with a flaw in an otherwise carefully faceted psyche. Yet in a way, that flaw makes him who he is, and like any cut gem, he shines the brighter for it.
He is a man of strong principles, who truly believes in his role as arbitrator of justice. Admittedly, those principles can seem rather muddy to others, who don't understand why he once filled the role of sell sword. While he was particular about the jobs he took, especially the secret assassin jobs, he could not say that he never made mistakes. That is impossible, and death is quite final. No one ever had the opportunity to find the error of their ways, and turn over a new leaf. All the same, he has no shame for the part he played in their deaths. They wouldn't have been on his list if they had been good people. Yet it was this moral dilemma that led to his transition from hired killer to dragonrider.
He can be extremely possessive. He is not one to easily fall in love, but if he were to do so, that would be it. There would be no other man after the first, and he had best hope that they, too, were loyal. A profoundly determined man, he does not readily give up on a project once he has started it. He will see it through if at all possible, often to foolish extents. There is nothing that he would not do in order to keep his word, and where he has fallen short it will haunt him.
Positive Trait List Devoted, implacable, dogged
Negative Trait List Vulnerable, possessive, foolhardy
History: When he was a boy, he was somewhat aware of the fact that his father was an exile. At the time it didn't seem to matter terribly much because they wandered a lot. His father Sh'han was a mercenary, trained in the style of their particular Igenese band. K'var, his other father, was courtesan trained - a stage actor, as well as a deadly fighter. His grandparents were the leaders of the most notorious band of Igenese nomads, his grandmother the first among them. His aunt, who was by blood his mother, followed in her parents footsteps. Shahrahzad, Jahangir, and Roshan made for a hard act to follow, but the young woman was determined. While she made a name for herself as a particularly blood thirsty warrior, Rishahar's blood father was falling in love with her own brother, Shahjahan. Now Sh'han, and a rider, the man found it terribly amusing to torment his lover, letting him think for a long time that his heart did not belong to him. Yet K'var persisted, determined to be Sh'han's weyrmate.
When they were ready for a child, they turned to Sh'han's sister, who was interested in seeing her bloodline continue, but less interested in actually handling the rearing of that child. So she became Rishahar's dame, his mother in blood, if not in spirit. ... Which was a very long way of explaining how the young man came to be. It may not actually be the correct version of events, but that's what they've told the world.
In any event, he himself was trained to be a mercenary, although he has a very particular sort of job that he's willing to do. He'll take on marks that suit him, and only those, much to his father's amusement. But what isn't to his father's amusement, in the end? As a young boy he was allowed to play, just like any other child, and he took a particular delight in doing so with his growing family. He is not the eldest child, but he is the first child whose blood can be traced to both parents. His older brother Arishahn is Sh'han's child by means of a Flight. Several other siblings were adopted, some of whom he hasn't actually met yet. In other words, he has a large and chaotic family, but they love one another, which is the important.
When he showed promise in the family business, he was apprenticed to his father, although his own methods were a little less messy. Sh'han seemed to think that he was allowing his principles to get in the way of his work, but on the other hand, if it made the kid happy, why not? Still, there would come a day when he would have to face the fact that what they do is not blameless, and their hands are very much bloodied after the Turns they've spent at the practice. It seemed that his other father did not entirely approve of the assassin side of their work, but Rishahar argued his case to him. After all, sometimes being a mercenary alone was not the answer. Where a war might drag on and involve innocent people, a single assassin could wipe out the cause of the war at the very root.
They had the argument a number of times, and each time Rishahar tried to prove that he was doing the right thing, even if the argument was a bit difficult to make. Finally, he struck out for High Reaches Weyr to take a contract awaiting him there. However, much to his surprise he found himself Standing at the Hatching instead. For although both of his parents were riders, neither dragon had mentioned anything in particular about the boy. When he left the Sands with Viandarth, he was dazed and a little confused. How had his life gone so quickly sideways? And how would he continue his important work? However, before long he decided that this would resolve his moral quandary, and he chose becoming a rider full time above returning to his bloody ways.
Before his dragon was a full Turn old, Thread began to fall once again. He had never been among those who believed that it would return, so he found himself suddenly in the role of future protector. Which, ultimately, suited him far better than that of assassin, yet would one day put him in harm's way. It has only been within the past six months or so that he has been able to fight Thread himself, and he is a little disappointed that his training as a mercenary did not well prepare him to become a Thread fighting dragonrider. V'mel's tutelage was the only thing that saved him from certain death, and though he might not say so aloud, he is certainly grateful to the man.
Other: Has secrets. Won't share them.
DRAGON
Name: Viandarth
Age: 1 and a half.
Color: Bronze
Size: 44'
Physical Description: A dark olive, near antique gold colored Bronze with darker stripes all along his body. A handsome gentleman who prides himself on his fierce appearance. He doesn't mind being able to fully cover others with his wings, either.
Personality: No one loves Viandarth more than Viandarth. He is a fine specimen of a Bronze, if he does say so himself. However, there is one person that the dragon loves infinitely more, and that is R'shahar. He is a big Bronze with a big man, and they're quite happy together. They could, in fact, be happy alone together, although if R'shahar is kind enough to find him a nice mate, he won't object. He enjoys nothing more than riding the wind, and showing off his prowess. Kindeth's clutch brother, but considerably brighter than his sweet sibling. He has a certain fondness for male dragons, perhaps because of his own rider's tendencies, or perhaps because he's more than a little vain.
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