Arolos Weyr - T'ryn

T'ryn

User: Jerzy

Name Pronounced: Teh-rin
Character type: Dragonrider
Rank: Wingleader
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Current Location: Arolos Weyr

Appearance: T'ryn looks like what people would expect a bronze rider to look like. He's tall, with a slender build, and well toned muscles. His face is angular, with a well defined nose, brown eyes and full lips. His hair is black and curly, and kept cut short.

T'ryn will always be impeccably dressed, be it his riding gear or normal clothes. Everything will be clean and pressed, and if repairs are necessary, will be done in such a way as to give the appearance that his clothes have just come fresh from the tailors.

Personality: Arrogant? A bit, yes. That arrogance came after he Impressed, though, after it became clear to him that he ~was~ better than those around him. After all, he did Impress a bronze. He's a gregarious sort of person, loving to be in the company of others, especially the ladies. He's a handsome fellow, and he knows it, and doesn't waste an opportunity to show it off. What he never planned on was being a leader of any sort. He's more of the wait and see, follow others sort of person, not a take charge and go kind of person. Learning to be the one to take command, as expected of a bronze rider, is something he's still trying to adjust to.

History: Taryn was born in a northern cothold, into a long line of woodcrafters. Like the rest of his siblings, he was expected to follow in the family craft, and Taryn certainly didn't mind the thought of this. He liked working with wood, liked building things, especially liked learning to carve fancy work on the more intricate goods. It was something he could see himself doing for the rest of his life.

Life had other ideas, though. At 12 turns old, a dragon showed up on Search, and found Taryn acceptable as a candidate. Countless generations of woodcrafters, and he was the first to have ever been Searched in his family. Having no rider blood in him at all, Taryn really didn't expect to Impress anything but a blue or green, and given the reputation of Fort, he wasn't sure he wanted to try for fear of what would happen.

And it seemed that those fears were somewhat justified. The Weyrbred candidates made his life as a candidate miserable, because he was not only holdbred, but he wasn’t even from a major hold at that. Instead of the blue or green he expected, though, Taryn found himself walking away from those sands with the most handsome reddish bronze dragon he’d ever seen, shocking his fellows, his family, and most of all himself.

During his time as a Weyrling T’ryn blossomed into the man you’d expect to have Impressed a bronze. It helped that he no longer had to fear his classmates, and that he would have the chance to rise in rank. He did find it difficult to look down on those who rode the lesser colors; it wasn’t in his nature to be aloof or cold to anyone, but he knew full well that being openly friendly to them could be even more dangerous for all concerned.

So he settled for being cold and aloof when eyes were on him, but more friendly and approachable when it was safe enough to do so. After all, it might be expected for the lesser riders to obey him without question, but obedience was more easily attained if you also had the people’s loyalty as well, and people weren’t loyal to cruel masters. This perhaps is what saved his life, for when the knife fell on the Weyr as a whole, it was the warning of those loyal riders of the lesser colors that allowed T’ryn to escape before he or his dragon could come to harm. Like many former riders from Fort, T'ryn was shuffled around, eventually coming to Arolos Weyr.

In perhaps the most surprising twist of his life, T'ryn's Myholth actually caught Kassia's Foreth in a Flight, making him Weyrleader, a position he never wanted. The term was marked by more than a few disasters, enough to convince T'ryn that the power of such a position was definitely a curse, and nothing he ever really wanted to touch again. Needless to say, he was more than thrilled when M'gal's bronze caught Foreth the next time, and he prays that Myholth will stick to the junior golds from now on.

8.24.02.29 - T'ryn is severely injured by whers rescuing Dyrina from attack. Several broken ribs, deep scratches and bite wounds, and a very badly broken/nearly crushed leg. Only quick action by the Weyrhealers saved both the bronze rider's life *and* limb.

8.24. Midsummer Gather - He's since made a remarkable recovery, though his leg is still in a cast and he's still grounded. He's out of the infirmary at least, and taking a lot of the paperwork back from R'tal. Its likely he's going to have a permanent limp and need the use of a cane to walk around, though.

8.27.11.21 - turns 26

Information about T'ryn's pets

Pet Name: Pouncer

Pet Type: Bronze Firelizard

Appearance: Pouncer here is a fine handsome fellow, no doubt about it. His shiny bronze hide holds just a tinge of copper. Slightly darker strips of bronze run horizontally across much of his body, giving him a striped appearance.

His body is just on the larger side of average and evenly proportioned, save for a tail that’s extra long and sinuous. He sprouts a particularly distinguished muzzle, giving him, at first glance, a dignified appearance.

Personality: There are stately, dignified bronzes and there are intelligent, commanding bronzes. Sadly, Pouncer is neither of the above. As a matter of fact, he’s about as silly and flighty as a bronze could be. A new idea will pop into his head and he’ll barge straight ahead with it, no matter how outrageous that idea may be. And trust me, he’ll be getting plenty of new ideas.

He’s energetic as well. Oh my, is he energetic. In fact, it’ll be a warm day between before you’ll see him sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. He also has a nasty inclination for sneaking up on people and dive-bombing them. T’ryn had best train that out of him early, lest he wants to find angry victims pounding on his door at all hours of the day.

Information about T'ryn's dragon

Dragon Name: Myholth

Colour: Bronze

Age: 14

Wing (Weyrling Group): Wind-dance Fury

Appearance: I am not fat, I am just fine, thank you! Myholth is a chubby, medium sized bronze, with slightly longer than usual wings. This makes his chubby body look more bulky than he already is, and its something that displeases him greatly. His hide is an even, reddish bronze color all over, with no other shadings of any sort. He will always be impeccably clean and well oiled, and avoid anything that might get him dirty.

Personality: Myholth is charming, smart, and above all else, manipulative. Oh, he could simply order you to do something, but why cause the resentment and the trouble that could follow? A well timed compliment and a kindly prompted suggestion would serve so much better. And when it turns out he was right after all, it makes it that much easier the next time around. He could be a great leader, absolutely, if he had the inclination to do so. He knows he's smart, smarter than everyone around him, but when push comes to shove, this fellow would actually prefer to be the one pulling the strings from behind the throne, so to speak, rather than being the one on it.

Weyr of Origin: Fort

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