Name: U'zan (previously Udezan)
Age: 50 (3524.05.20AL)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (but will try anything once!)
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: N/A
Physical Description: Long, lush brown locks curl loosely down to U'zan's shoulders, accompanied by a similarly-hued beard that comes to a slight point off his sculpted chin. If you look very (VERY) close, you might spot a few silvered threads weaving through at his temples and on the edges of said beard...but you'd have to get very lucky—he plucks them as soon as he notices them. Such signs of aging do not mesh, you see, with the broad, certain smile and the grinning blue eyes that give him the look of one eternally up for a good time, and a glass of good wine.
6'2", broad at the shoulder and trim at the waist, he's a good looking sort and he knows it. He looks like the cliche bronze rider, really, tall, handsome, cocksure. He wears fine leathers and richly dyed tunics, unafraid to make use of his wealth and position to indulge in the finer things when given the chance. Golds, blues, reds, blacks, and browns make up most of his attire, and he's extra fond of any accessory or style that can add a bit of swoosh or flair.
Personality: U'zan has been around the block a time or two, and he knows exactly what he's doing and where he's going, and every shortcut and high-end shop along the way. He's very good. So really you should just listen to whatever he tells you, because obviously if you were half as good as him, you'd be where he is, you'd be riding bronze, you'd have the ear of the Weyrwoman. But...you don't! And that's just fine, just fine. We need people at all levels, so just sit back, relax, and let U'zan shine.
He's got all the confidence of a gate-keeping white man who knows even a little bit about whatever topic you've brought up and is ready to 'mansplain' it to you. But sharditall, the trouble is that he actually knows things, and is good at them, so if you can get past his shitty attitude, you probably will actually learn something.
While he doesn't always work hard (skating by on his charm and clever ability to whip things together at the last moment when he needs to) he definitely parties hard. Known for making a point of getting only the best wines, the choicest foods, and inviting only the best of the best around the Weyr to indulge, he is a huge fan of really letting go when he lets go. The man's definitely thrown open his doors after the night of a gold flight and had ten and twenty people (of all ranks, races, and genders) come staggering out with hangovers, hickies, and little party-favor bags!
Unfortunately it is only during party time that U'zan really sees everyone as equal. Aside from the Weyr's goldriders and Headwoman, he lacks a certain respect for women. That's not to say he's aggressive, or prone to insulting them...but facts are facts. Women aren't as strong, don't have the same stamina, and for turns and turns were relegated to at MOST riding greens for a reason. Sure, now and then a really exceptional one will crop up, maybe make wingsecond even, but they're the exception, not the rule. He is inclined to scoff at women on blues, and instantly question if women on browns really are women.
Of course, there are things women are far better at than men. Organization, preparation, even tactics are all suitable for ladies, but the carrying out of those tactics, the utilization of those preparations, should be left to the men. Not to mention, but men are frankly expendable, in terms of continuing to keep Pern's numbers up. They could die by the score and things would carry on. But women? No, women are far more valuable, like gold dragons, for their reproductive capabilities than men are, if you ask him.
Pros: Capable, confident, charismatic.
Cons: Arrogant, indulgent, sexist.
History: What's there to tell about how good old U'zan's childhood? Not too terribly much, really, honestly, but he'll tell you anyway. His father was a rider—no one important, mind you, a bluerider and a fairly good searchrider, but little more—and his mother was a Holder girl, wooed to the Weyr for the chance to impress, and after being left standing was kept on in the kitchens and in the bedroom by the oh-so-charming searchrider who'd fetched her hence. Being young and lusty, and with his father's blue happy to chase any flashing green tail, it was only a matter of time before Udezan was brought, squalling and wriggling, into the world. He was a handsome child even then, but his parents were too busy (mostly with each other) to mind him, so off to the creche he went.
He came up with the rest of the weyrbrats, and thanks to his natural good looks and charm, had no trouble surrounding himself with a gaggle of friends (minions) and rising to the top of his little clique. By the time he was of age to step onto the sands, he was beyond cocky. His throng went with him, all headstrong and ready to impress together. Of course, that didn't work out, and he was left, flummoxed on the sands and alone. He rebounded from the disappointment swiftly—hadn't the clutch been so small, hadn't the bronzes been scrawny, hadn't the attitudes of all the hatchlings been subpar?—with the help of his remaining yes-men (and ample wine!) and moved on, through clutch after clutch with more or less the same criticisms. His charisma made each time seem genuine, as if he wasn't just scuffing the new riders to shine himself back up, but it would be fair to say he made himself believe it too.
At long last, near the end of his tenure as a candidate, the day came. A gorgeous golden dragonet spilled onto the sands, and a beat later, a strapping bronze. Both were large for their age, and the bronze seemed intent on standing guard for his sister, snapping and hissing at anyone, candidate or dragonet, that drew too near to her. When Udezan, now U'zan, asked the bronze, Balizarth, about it later, the dragonet had simply stated that it was his duty to 'wrangle these untamed, disobedient masses' and 'teach them some respect'.
If Balizarth chose U'zan for his confidence and self-sure nature, or because the cocky hedonist was the biggest challenge to bronze could see to tackle, is still being debated.
From there it was all smooth sailing. He ascended to his destined place, astride his bronze, and has been living it up ever since. Working hard (enough to maintain the lifestyle he has come to enjoy) and playing hard, he's made ample friends and enemies, and at least one or two kids, actually. What, you didn't think a party-man like him'd make it through all those flight-nights without popping a bun in an oven or two, did you?
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DRAGON
Name: Balizarth
Age: 24 turns (3550.01.13AL Zamiath x Baloth clutch)
Color: Bronze
Size: 46'
Physical Description: Like several other members of his clutch, Balizarth is at the maximum size for his color. He is a dark, almost grungy, tarnished sort of bronze...or would be, if he wasn't star-studded and nearly glittering. He is not bulky for his size, or slender for his size. He is perfectly proportioned, to the inch. No extra long or short headknobs. No wider or thinner wedge of the head. No awkward gait, nor gliding step. Aside from being exceptionally large, he has no standout physical characteristics, which, soldier that he is, is just how he likes it.
Personality: Balizarth isn't here for your s**t. Whatever it is, you need to get over it yourself and stop being a burden to their glorious Weyr. No, he is here to do exactly three things. He is here to protect and advance his rider's position. He is here to fight thread. And he is here to ensure that his sister is treated with all the respect and deference she deserves. The bronze has no interest in love, no interest in friendships, no interest in anything beyond the scope of his three duties. He will not begrudge those of weaker wills for being drawn to him, seeking him out, wanting to be near him, as long as they do not get in his way.
It is possible that he loves his sister, Eveleth, over his rider. Were he given conflicting orders from each, he would follow Eveleth's without question (unless, perhaps, she asked him to do harm to his U'zan). She was born to rule, and he was born to help ensure and protect that rule. He has stepped on ample toes in the process, but he'd have it no other way. Thankfully he has U'zan to make up for his social shortcomings, though he doesn't quite approve of the wild parties and affairs the man gets up to.
He is an ambitious dragon, and would gladly take the place of a wing or flightleader, though as long as he has a job to do at any level, he will throw himself into it. And would that the flighty, emotional, simple-minded lesser colors could be made to see why it is important that they do the same. The recent uptick in non-traditional thinking upsets him to no end.
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