Post by Taxx on Nov 4, 2019 20:51:13 GMT -5
NAME: L'rey (Gildrey)
RANK: Bronze Weyrling
AGE: 12 Turns
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Not sure yet. He's 12
DRAGON: Bronze Codrath
PETS: None
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Growing up with a crowd of other kids, L'rey learned early how to push his ideas forward; he wasn't the type to sit back and let others- at least other kids- run everything. And if he had to be a bit louder to make himself heard, so be it. As a result, he can be a bit pushy, and bossy. He doesn't back down easy from his ideas, and he can sometimes get a bit too demanding about others following his lead. He's young, and he knows it, but his rank of bronzerider has to stand for something, right? Codrath saw something worth choosing in him, now he just needs to make everyone else see that he's worthy of their loyalty.
Being young, though, and a tad desperate, he doesn't quite grasp that knowledge comes with age. Nor is he experienced enough to really understand that being a leader is about not leaping to the first course of action that comes to mind, but taking a moment to consider the situation fully before acting. He is, at the moment, more fixated on being the leader of the group, and he ends up trying too hard much of the time. He wants to prove himself to his classmates, to D'rew, to the older riders. And to his family, when he returns to current time- to his father, though he hasn't yet really admitted that even to himself.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Before he left Tillek, his uncle told him he might well end up on a bronze; and so he did. Now there are responsibilities that come with that: bronzes are Wingleaders and Weyrleaders, and there's a lot to learn. A lot to live up to. L'rey has every intention of living up to the best of them, his young age notwithstanding. It doesn't matter that he can barely haul himself up onto Codrath's back- the bronze growing at an insane rate while L'rey has Turns to go before reaching his final height; he is a bronzerider and he has to play the part, and he will.
When he's not in that mindset, though, L'rey can be fun. He enjoys being around people, never the one to sit back and let life go on around him. He might make a nuisance of himself trying to join in when he may not be wanted, and he might take it a bit personally if told to go away, but rarely do those moods last long. He's got no problem approaching someone and suggesting a way to pass time- preferably something to do with walking or flying involved, since he doesn't do sitting still that well- and if he can't find someone then he'll just go on his own.
FAMILY: Father: Treyjen, Captain of the Storm's Eye
Mother: Gildira
HISTORY: Gildrey is the only child of Treyjen and Gildira, but the size of his father's family has always made him feel like he was just one in a brood. Not siblings, but cousins: his uncle Reyloran and his aunt Wyliva's kids. They were close, and playmates for when his mother and father were busy. They weren't always peaceful- children will fight, and get jealous, and Gildrey had both his share of getting teased and teasing in return.
He's grown up without his parents; looking to his aunt and uncle as his guardians instead. Only recently has he really understood the reason behind both parents being apart from him- his mother's leaving of her own accord while his father couldn't risk returning. Both of them had their reasons, and he misses them both- he remembers Treyjen slightly better than Gildira since he was around a bit longer, but even Treyjen hasn't come around since he was four Turns old and he barely remembers what either of them look like by now.
He's happy enough with the family he has; his closest age-mate is his cousin Reylivan, and as boys the two were close as can be, getting into trouble almost without pause when they were younger. In some attempt to give the two something constructive to do, they started learning the family craft of fishing. From learning how to make their own poles and lines, to how to cast and bait fish (possibly the most boring part, that) to slowly graduating to making nets and helping with the catches brought back by the older fishing crews.
Gildrey took to it readily enough; some parts of the craft were interesting, and some dull, but of course he had to take the boring with the fun. He more often than not made it a competition with Reylivan, to ease the tediousness of it.
Had he stayed, Gildrey would have been content; he had started to learn how to man a boat- not one of the little skiffs children played on, but a bigger one where he had to know what he was doing- in preparation for the day he'd take up a position on one of the big vessels. He'd enjoyed these lessons. They were challenging and tough, yes, but but they skills he'd need to know for later in life.
He hadn't expected the blue and his rider, who'd come from the not-well-known Mavros for a basket of fish, to change the course of his life. The blue, no matter how familiar dragons were, drew attention from a crowd of people, Gildrey and cousins included. They hovered at a distance, marveling at the dragon with wide eyes, but none getting too close. He never even turned his head to look in Gildrey's direction, which was why, when the rider stopped at his side, he was confused.
The man was beaming, the words he spoke catching the boy off guard- the surprise jumping to excitement in the blink of an eye. He picked you, the rider told him; words that Gildrey would remember forever. He thinks you'd make a good rider.
Reyloran had been just as surprised- and cautious. But he left the choice to Gildrey, and gave his permission. His parting words were possibly just meant to be encouraging, but Gildrey took them to heart as he settled on the back of the blue and looked down at the children he'd spent every day so far with: "You'll go far. Maybe we'll see you on bronze, one day."
Gildrey would have been content if he'd stayed, doing what the rest of his family did; leaving, though, set him on a different path, and Reyloran put the idea of aiming high in his head. Maybe this was his destiny- he would have been just another fisher among the crowd at home, but here? He could be more than that. He'd always been confident, self-assured; as he learned more about what it meant to be a rider, some aspects of his personality changed. Bronzeriders were leaders, strong-willed people who stood a chance to stand alongside the Weyrwoman. Role models. They were what he needed to be if he wanted to Impress one.
And he did want to Impress one- to the point of boldly claiming that there was no doubt that he would whenever anyone asked. None of the others, he assured the rest. Bronze or nothing.
It was disheartening to find out that they were going back in time, to when Mavros didn't even exist and Gildrey was hardly more than a baby, for the Flight, clutch, and Hatching of the twin golds. He was sworn to the same secrecy as the others, and assured that no matter how much time was passing on this side, hardly any time would pass in reality- they would be returning on the same day they left. Just- older.
The alternative, to wait for who knew how long until the next gold rose, was unthinkable. This was his chance, and Gildrey wasn't about to pass it up. He went.
And it paid off, as well as he could have hoped. He Impressed- a bronze. Codrath was every bit the bronze he'd hoped for, and his demeanor only bolstered Gildrey's... L'rey, as he came to be known. Weyrling training has gone smoothly, and it won't be too much longer before they're back in the right time; he can't wait to show off his bronze to his uncles, aunts, cousins... and to his dad, wherever Treyjen is.
