Name: D’arlo (Davirsarlo)
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Weaver
Physical Description: D’arlo has blue eyes; neither light or dark blue, but a shade between that he calls “gray”. This is an inaccurate description, the color is more shade of a morning without the first rays of sun. He has brown hair that often falls past his forehead and into his eyes. When it reaches his eyes, he trims it. This gives it a bit of an uneven look in front. He’s usually has it tied back. His face is bony, and the rest of him is slim. Muscles aren’t well defined on him. He has a slow, but joyful smile. He seems like the type of man who used to laugh easily. He dresses in earthy shades, hues of blues and greens when is appropriate. This guy takes special care of how he looks, making sure there’s no dust on him. He doesn’t tolerate wrinkles on his clothes.
Personality: At first glance, D’arlo might seem like a quiet person. And he is, depending on who he’s with at the time. He prefers to observe those he doesn’t know well. He feels as if he can get to know someone by observing them rather than speaking to them, because people can lie. They manipulate. D’arlo is keenly aware that he has been tricked in the past. He trusts the wrong people, and this makes friendships difficult. When he does find that friendship, he is open and trusting in it. Those walls come down.
The person he should have those walls up for, however, is the person he trusts most. His sister. She can get him to do just about anything. She is the person he depends on, and also the person he’s most loyal to. He’s oblivious to her manipulation.
Because he’s learned to be observant, while he isn’t empathic, he can read others’ expressions well. Patience also stems from this, but also from his chosen craft. His parents taught him to sew and embroider: these tasks take a lot of diligence and patience to complete them. He is motivated to learn and also to succeed. He wants to be best in every endeavor. He knows he’s a talented weaver, but dragonriding is still something he’s learning. After two years with his dragon, he still feels there’s much to learn. He didn’t get the chance to take candidate lessons, but he doesn’t feel as if he needs to compare himself to those that had.
He is especially vain about his looks. Particularly his clothes. He spends more time on his clothing than he probably should, embroidering flits on hems for gathers. He enjoys the finer things.
Positive Trait List Easy to read, motivated, loyal, confident, patient,
Negative Trait List Vain, easily fooled/manipulated,
History: Daviriarlo was born to wealthy weavers, and while his sister dreamed of becoming a dragonrider, he was content to follow in his parents’ footsteps. He followed for a time, learning everything he could. And life was good. Thread happened and took much of their livelihood—and their family too. He tried to stay in control. As the oldest, he was in charge. He wasn’t a master in his craft, but he had enough ability to make some marks with it. Thread shook him more than showed. His family had been torn apart, and there was no hope of reuniting with them. They were gone. They headed towards the Weyr, where they found that their story wasn’t unusual. He planned to earn his way to rebuilding much of what they’d lost.
Then, his sister was searched. He was invited to watch the hatching. He didn’t really expect anything to come out of it, he still believed his sister belonged back home. The home they would rebuild together. That changed during the hatching and instead of going to see his sister Impress, he ended up Impressing as well. He didn’t know anything about dragons! He told the dragon so. This was a mistake. The dragon needed someone who knew how to properly care for him!
You’ll learn to care for me. And I’ll learn to care for me! Were you surprised, my Davirsarlo? I wanted to surprise you! Surprise!
It certainly was a surprise. The boy had been encouraged to head down to the sands by the person next to him. He tried to catch his sister’s eye. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. Today was supposed to be her day! But he couldn’t reject the sweet creature, either. What was he supposed to do? The dragon, Tywinadolth, the baby reminded him, had a solution.
You could feed me, he offered. We can go see your sister after I eat! They grew, and as Tywinadolth had said, they learned to care for each other.
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