Name Pronounced: Sah-ril (Sare-ren--ril) Character type: Dragonrider Rank: Wingleader Age: 30 Gender: Male Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Current Location: Arolos Weyr
Appearance: Saerennryll has dark honey skin, dark eyes, and black hair, with a scruffy beard and goatee. He's not short, but he's certainly not tall either. He stands around 6'1" or so. He's muscular after Turns of handling runners and now dragonriding. S'ryll isn't vain so much as arrogant. There is a casualness about him, and he exudes confidence. So his appearance isn't always perfect, nor does he have that penchant for finely crafted details that others do. Someone had told him once that he could wear a wet rag and make it look good. He'd agreed. He still maintains a slight rugged look about him, like he's not afraid to get his hands dirty. None of this is to say that he doesn't look presentable and polished; he does, but a good portion of that is simply his confidence that no matter what he's wearing, he makes it look good.
He's not much for grand gestures, being much more of a direct kind of guy. He doesn't 'talk with his hands' or anything of the sort, but his face is very expressive. A raised eyebrow here, a small twitch of his lips there. If someone learns how to read him, it's all in his face. He's doesn't have a broad wide smile, more like a grin for other people. Still, he's got one of those beautiful, mysterious and compelling smiles that simply makes him irresistible!
He has some Threadscoring on his left shoulder (scars are sexy) and wears a silver ring inlaid with Vastolth's shell.
Personality: Saerennryll is cocky and arrogant and feels destined to be someone great and important. He knows he's beautiful and is able to get most young Hold girls. Of course, when some of the holder girls didn't want him, well...they changed their mind eventually. He loves runners, and his confidence is partly due to his ability to handle them so well. Saere is intelligent and patient, two qualities that go a long way towards getting him what he wants. He does have a bit of a complex because his parents were nobodies in High Reaches Hold. He's decided that no matter what, that won't be him.
When he first arrived at High Reaches Weyr, Saere has gone through a bit of a transformation. His initial attempts to bully his way up the chain of command in the Barracks only resulted in him being more ostracized than anything. The first Hatching he stood for saw one of his few friends Impress bronze. He took to bullying another kid, who Impressed bronze. Seeing those around him Impress but being himself left on the Sands provided the incentive Saere needed. He began to make an effort to do the opposite of what he normally would, and while some might struggle to call him 'nice', he was certainly more helpful than before and began to demonstrate traits of leadership. He refers to this time period as his "Mr. Likeable" campaign.
Through weyrlinghood, he has continued to progress, mostly in his efforts to become leadership material and hopefully, one day, become Weyrleader. His close relationship weyrwoman Tyne also helped to shape him. Their friendship helped him to temper his worst moments and be patient in his ambitions. She reinforced some of his beliefs about rank, while gently shifting others in a more positive direction.
His attitudes towards women have changed as well. While before they were nothing more than a means to an end (his own), his close friendships with ww Tyne, and other strong women have made him realize that they have their own merits. But he still has ambitious goals He sometimes has trouble balancing his need for physical companionship with his focus on self-improvement and sometimes believes the two are mutually exclusive.
History: Born to two NPC workers at High Reaches Hold, Saerennryll grew up like most Hold boys, getting into trouble, doing extra chores for getting into trouble, and trying his luck with the ladies. During one such round of chores, he found himself in the stables mucking out stalls. He noticed one runner lying on its side, breathing heavily and nipping at its belly. The master beastcrafter was quite thankful that the boy had recognized the signs of colic.
Shortly after, Saere began his apprenticeship with the beastcrafters. It wasn't too long after that he began exercising the runners too. He developed a reputation for being able to ride any beast, a reputation that as he got older, was often put to the test.
Saere was adamant in his determination to not end up like his parents, blissfully working low positions in someone else's hold. He wanted to make something for himself, some place in the world. Runner racing was certainly a lucrative sport with all the Lords owning and racing. If he could become a jockey for one of them...well, he might just have a chance in life.
Only a few sevendays before he was Searched, Saerennryll was selected to walk the tables to Journeyman status. He'd been working as a jockey on the side in some of the smaller races and had been doing well.
And then the Searchrider came and changed all the possibilities. Now Saere has set his sights on being Weyrleader one day...the Impressing of the bronze and the winning of the necessary flights only a matter of time. Of course, he'll keep riding runners because well, he needs the marks in the meantime and there's always plan B. So he left for the Weyr with barely a goodbye to his parents.
Saere stood for 2 Hatchings and was left at both of them; his ego and confidence told him that his bronze simply hadn't Hatched...yet. When his bronze finally Hatched, Saere felt validated, and for a time, reverted a bit to his arrogant self; his dragon didn't help really. His friendships, however, brought him around to a more manageable state. ww Tyne and he became friends, he one of her devoted bronzeriders. Their shared ambitions and goals brought them together, but Saere found her to be much more than just a goldrider to advance his own ambitions. A deep friendship developed between the two, and while lovers, Saere would never have claimed to think that she loved him, or he her, in any committed way. When her gold died and she left High Reaches, Saere struggled to find his place again, but the lessons she taught him helped him.
And leadership noticed. Eventually, Saere became a Wingsecond at High Reaches, and proved himself a decent leader. He still had a long way to go however.
Which is why the transfer to Arolos was shocking to him. He thought he was doing better, thought he'd avoided rubbing the wrong people the wrong way. He wasn't sure exactly what happened. But he suspected. When he was a Candidate, he'd been a bit of a bully. It wasn't unusual given the attitudes of the times, but he'd had the bad luck of bullying the wrong kid. There was one kid, he'd bullied pretty hard, and that kid turned out to Impress bronze, and happened to be the son of a bronzerider as well. And that adult bronzerider, he particularly disliked Saere. And recently, that same bronzerider had become very high ranking, and within days, Saere got his transfer orders. It was the only thing that Saere could think of, and the bronzerider's actions, a knowing smirk and grin, only confirmed it. Of course, when he tried to mention it to his wingleader, to try to stay at High Reaches, he didn't believe him. So suddenly, he lost his home and got shuffled to a Weyr that had, well, a certain reputation. It was going to take getting used to. And there was the loss of rank. He'd worked so hard to get to a w2, and then, with a single decision not even his own, it was gone.
8.0.07.02 - Nameday
8.15.7.10 - Saerennryll, now at the HR Beastcraft Hall and traveling as a jockey, receives word that both of his parents are dead. His mother died of an infection, and his father apparently suicided afterwards. He does not go back to High Reaches Hold.
8.17.10.5 - Saerennryll is Searched
8.20.04.01 - Saerennryll Impresses Bronze Vastolth and becomes S'ryll
8.23.11.09 - Ardany tells Saere she's pregnant with his child
8.23.12.10 - S'ryll takes Ardany on a long trip between to the beaches of Southern Boll to attempt to lose the baby
8.26 - S'ryll becomes a wingsecond
8.28 - S'ryll is unceremoniously transferred to Arolos Weyr
8.28.5.15 - S'ryll becomes wingleader
Information about S'ryll's dragon
Dragon Name: Vastolth
Colour: Bronze
Age: 10
Wing (Weyrling Group): CloudDancers
Appearance: To call an adult Vastolth a giant would be the complete truth. Being near what's considered largest for his size he doesn't merely loom above the smaller dragons, there are bulky muscles sculpting his form to appear even larger. All his musculature is decidedly meant for use and his proud stance, with snout raised in condescending manner over his lessers, makes it seem he'd take an insult personally. At Hatching however he will seem small, and rather round, but during his first few months of Weyrlinghood he will bulk up and out into a giant of a bronze. His lower jaw's set somewhat forward and in his mouth are sharp teeth, almost as narrow as needles waiting to puncture their prey. Though when he's smaller they're prone to breaking on mouthfuls that're too big, that's something he'll outgrow within the first Turn after hatching. Across him, however, a bronze coloration stretches verging on paleness so much he stands in brilliant contrast among the
weyrwalls surrounding Fort, more odd is the fallow bronze markings scribbled over his wings. They crisscross written like distorted letters piled one on top of another to the point no one could read them.
Personality: If ever there was an embodiment of the High Reaches beliefs it is Vastolth. He knows he is the top dog of the Weyr, knows that he is one of ‘the’ Bronzes, and he acts accordingly. He might not be the most intellectual dragon ever produced by High Reaches, but his bulk and physical presence make up for the lack of smarts. To him blues are nothing, browns are handy backup and greens are only good to flirt with. Only the golden queens will earn his respect, and his charm. In his mind he is a worthy mate, the most worthy of them all, and should he be rejected in anything, it could get ugly.
It is strange that a Bronze should be so narcissistic; normally it is the territory of the flighty greens. But to Vastolth he is superior and he will make sure to let everyone know just how incredibly awesome he is. He is High Reaches' favourite son…at least in his own mind and his rider will have his work cut out for him, trying to restrain this very large ego.
In some ways, Vastolth an example of what his rider might have been like if he'd been born into something, rather than as a no one. Vastolth's arrogance is his birthright, and unlike S'ryll, he doesn't have to earn it. Time will give him the experience he needs, and once he has that, he will be the Best Bronze...in his own mind at least.
Weyr of Origin: High Reaches
Abilites and weaknesses: Vastolth is strong, and his endurance allows him to be an asset during Threadfall. He can fly far and long without tiring. Problem is he doesn't understand why others can't push themselves the same way. His arrogance plays into this, and he's a hard task master.
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