Age: 26 Turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weyr: Other
Rider Rank: N/A
Previous Rank/Craft: Courier
Physical Description:
Skin: Pale
Hair: Mid-length, straight, graying light brown, has a goatee a slightly darker brown than his hair
Eyes: Brown, small
Height: Average height
Weight: Quite thin
Build: Somewhat broad
Personality:
All of his life he’s been ascetic. When one doesn’t have much, there’s not much reason to surround one with material comforts. Even on the rare instances where he does come into some marks, they usually aren’t spent on him except for bare necessities. He’s quite happy with what he has. The one he does spend any spare marks on is Cereth, his brightly colored green. In fact, he will down right indulge the green in anything she desires. An extra herd beast bought for her feast, or fancy sweet smelling oil to be used after her baths.
Since Choissir doesn’t have much in the way of material possessions it’s relatively easy to keep everything neat. His rooms, his clothes, his appearance can all be described as neat. He refuses to keep anything that might make him look scruffy or ill-kept. Hidden around his rooms are tiny little objects of sentimental value from people he’s known in his life. Most belong to those who have passed away or parted friendship from him.
Unlike the revelry and gamboling nature of Nabol Hold, he is a serious fellow. He’s quiet, almost never raising his voice, thoughtful, and more often than not failing to laugh at jokes. His dragon comes up with the worst jokes she can to try to get him to laugh. Most fail, but Cereth keeps trying. Choissir leans toward being circumspect. He will take into consideration all possible circumstances and consequences before acting. Despite after considering the consequences he will still take the action that has the most meaning to him.
For the most part, he is disloyal. He lacks serious faith in most; particularly from growing up in and around the Nabol Hold area. Nearly everyone from the area is considered greedy in one form or another. One of the rare exceptions is Ameliah and Sharath. He finds the relatively honest goldrider an interesting difference from the usual Nabolian. Choissir finds her idea of a new weyr appealing. His one-dimensional view of the more traditional weyrs makes him leery of joining up with one. He feels the weyrs are almost as greedy as the Lord Holder of Nabol.
Positive Trait List Neat, Sentimental, Serious
Negative Trait List Disloyal, Indulgent, One-dimensional
Neutral Trait List Ascetic, Circumspect
History:
Choissir was born to two low class miners in 3548. He was placed in the cretch with his siblings until they were old enough to help their parents in the mine. He has one older sister, and one younger sister and two younger brothers. As he got older and was able to take care of himself, he also helped take care of his younger siblings while his parents worked in the mine.
What he recalls most about that time, is they never really had enough of anything. There was always something more they needed than they had funds for. Still they managed to scrape by, but his siblings grew cold, distance, and self-centered as time went on. Eventually he grew fed up with their grubbing ways and did his best to distance himself from them.
Choissir found himself working in the mines as soon as he was old and barely big enough to help. He started by carrying water and doing other small chores like pumping bellows. For many turns he worked down there although he never really liked it. He blamed working in the mines for his pale complexion and thin frame.
As he grew older and stronger, he would help with delivering the ore to Nabol Hold for it to be shipped or whatever they did with it. Choissir had a tiny apartment he called his own when he was there. He found he was troubled and disgusted by the greed he always seemed to find rampant in the hold.
When he was 18, little did he know how his world would change. In Turn 3566 a gold came to Nabol Hold to clutch. Choissir only heard a few rumors about the clutch down in the mine, and didn’t really pay much attention to them. The next time he surfaced, the hold was almost to a Gather point with the clutch being due to hatch any day.
At first he ignored it, but then his interest grew. He’d never seen a hatching before. The teen decided if it happened the clutch hatched while he was there, he’d try to sneak a peek; then he would have something interesting to tell those down in the mines. The very next day word went around the clutch was hatching. Choissir waited for the main crush toward the sands to finish, then snuck over himself.
The place was packed full, even with people standing outside the entrance. Even standing on tippy toes, he really couldn’t see much. Choissir listened though, he could hear eggs cracking and the crowd’s reacting gasps or ooohs or aaahs. About half way through the hatching he heard a confused murmur from the crowd and people near the entrance started shuffling.
Choissir felt a tickling in the back of his mind. Something or someone was calling him. He wasn’t sure at the time just why he started pushing through the crowd toward the sands, but the green reason was coming to meet him anyhow. They met at the middle of the entrance and Cereth promised he’d never have to go back into those mines again.
Several days later, and High Reaches Weyr and Western Weyr representatives had come to Nabol Hold to make their selection on which new riders to take back. Choissir found himself transported to High Reaches Weyr. There he spent the rest of the weyrlinghood. He learned the basics of dragon riding. Choissir decided not to shorten his name like other riders. He felt that it wasn’t him to shorten his name and he wasn’t a true dragonrider in the old sense so didn’t really deserve the honor.
Soon after he graduated to the ranks of riders, he left High Reaches Weyr. Despite them taking him in and training him, he felt no loyalty to them. He decided to return to his home in Nabol to try and do a little good for the world. Choissir set himself up as a courier service. He bases his charges upon how much a person can afford; he transports goods or people.
For about three Turns, he worked his own little business. Traveling to smaller holds and helping to transport goods to and from market. During one of these trips, he counted Ameliah and her gold Sharath. He found it was nice to have another rider to talk to. They came to an agreement where he would occasionally help her transport firestone.
As he got to know her better, he appreciated her honesty in a corrupt hold. When he found out she was interested in starting her own Weyr, he immediately signed up if she could pull it off. Five turns later, and he’s still waiting. Cereth and him help them out whenever they can.
He was dismayed and disappointed when thread did return a Turn ago. Despite the call for riders to return to the Weyrs, he has refused.
Other: His siblings are open for adoption!
Nabol Hold
3566.06.20
Nimonth x Ravioth
20 Eggs
0 gold / 4 bronze / 3 brown / 6 blues / 7 greens
DRAGON
Name: Cereth
Age: 8 Turns
Color: Green
Size: 26’ 7”
Physical Description: A radioactively bright green.
Personality:
Cereth is a green who misses nothing. Her eyes are sharp and watching you. Yes you! With all the sneaks, thieves, and thugs surrounding Nabol Hold someone has to watch her rider’s back. With her bright colors, no one has to guess if she’s in the area or not. Thankfully, she is incorruptible. No one will be able to budge this green from her moral stand point. They might be couriers, but she won’t let her rider over charge their clients. Not that he would, but she stops him even if someone has pressured him to. If someone is more able to pay though, then it’s not over charging. There is a difference.
She might be his moral compass when it comes to marks, she is super miserly with what they do get. Cereth will sleep with their marks so no one can steal them during the night. She hates when they have to spend marks on anyone but themselves; particular her. While her rider is ok the bare basics, Cereth wouldn’t mind having a room at the Hold proper; which sadly Choissir would never put up with. She is fond of when her rider buys her new stuff, like a brush or sweet scented oils. On certain things she likes to self-indulge herself. Her rider is usually quick to give into whatever she wants.
To counter her rider’s serious exterior she keeps trying to get him to crack a smile with any joke she can come up with. Most of the time her bad jokes fail to have any effect. One day though, she’ll find the right one and she’ll see him laugh. Without Sharath and her goal for a weyr her own, Cereth finds herself aimless. She is willing to jump on someone else’s goals for themselves and help them achieve it, but she really has nothing for herself.
Pos: Incorruptible, Observant, Jokester
Neg: Miserly, Self-indulgent
Neut: Aimless
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment:
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