Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 20:12:27 GMT -5
NAME: Arendion
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: A'dion
RANK: Former Wingsecond (Demotion explained in RP)
AGE IN TURNS: 32
FAMILY: Arenin - Father (Deceased) / Diona - Mother, Master Healer at Benden (Alive) / Kenessia - Cousin, Searchrider (Alive)
DRAGON: Bronze Zevranth
PETS: Gold Tipsy (deceased)
APPEARANCE: A'dion is your typical, ruggedly handsome man. Tall, at 6'4'', broad shouldered and thickly armed (but not Arnold Schwarzenegger big). Dark hair always cut to his jawline, curly and slicked back, with an earring in either ear. Dark eyes glint with mirth, but he always holds himself with a 'holier than thou' attitude, even if his personality isn't quite the same.
EDUCATION/SKILLS: A'dion can read and write rather well. Figuring eludes him, though he's able to do simple things.
ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual, heavy female preference
*PERSONALITY FAULTS: A'dion, a bronze rider, is known for being a 'colorist'. If you ride a dragon below a Brown, he's not likely to notice you're alive unless you're a relative or female. He's known to be sexist, but not to the 'bring me a sammich' point. He believes a woman should be on the ground, safe and sound and out of harm's way, not fighting on dragonback. He's cocky, a smartass, and after an incident at High Reaches Weyr, doesn't take kindly to authority. Women are both a blessing and a curse to him, as sometimes he doesn't put his foot in his mouth when he should. It can, and sometimes does, lead to comical moments.
*PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: A'dion is chivalrous, and will gladly save a weaker person from bullying or what have you. He will give someone the shirt off his back if they need it, and will do whatever he can to help them aside from using his dragon as a pack horse. Zevranth gets upset if that happens. As courteous as a prince, if a woman is stepping off a dragon or a runnerbeast, he will offer a hand to help them down, or do so by their waist. He is not adverse to hard labor, and can often be seen chopping wood or plowing a field. When it comes down to it, A'dion is a dependable man, and will respect authority if he deems the situation heavy enough. During Threadfall, he listens well and does what he is told, only waiting til everyone is safe before being an ass to someone if they deserved it.
FEARS: Not much, aside from losing Zevranth
DREAMS: To be Weyrleader, or a Wingleader, or both! What every bronzer dreams of.
*HISTORY: Born in High Reaches Weyr, RAISED in High Reaches Weyr, and Impressing to a Bronze at High Reaches Weyr, A'dion is the pinnacle of Pern society. Born to high social status, he is no doubt well-versed in intrigue and etiquette to fit royalty. His father was a Holder of a minor hold, and his mother a Journeyman Healer, thus they didn't see a lot of their son. But when they did, they taught him well and loved him as best they could. Arendion's father was constantly spoken to about his 'common blooded' wife, and why he didn't force her to take on more 'wifely' duties at the Hold proper. His only response? 'You can take the woman out of the infirmary, but not the infirmary out of the woman.' Some figured he'd tried just that, and had been met with with such a fierce wall of 'No.' that he hadn't ever tried again.
Being the son of a Holder, even a minor one, sets one apart from the rest of their peers. Such as it was for Arendion, and because of this, he was taught all the best BY the best. His father taught him high class manners, etiquette, rank order, and how to use his rank to the best of his ability without seeming to use it at all. To counter it, his mother taught him to be chivalrous, kind, and only use his rank when he had no other choice in the matter. Though his parents loved each other, they were so different in thought patterns that they often thought their path was the correct one. As it was, Arendion ended up adopting his father's cunning and diplomacy, and his mother's kindness and serenity.
Arendion was so named after his grandfather's grandfather, a renowned Bronze Dragonrider and Wingleader, thus he had big shoes to fill from birth. As he grew, he learned to read, write, and figure a bit, but his main dream was to become a Dragonrider. At age seventeen, he Impressed at a High Reaches Impression. His bronze Zevranth was large and lithe, and they match each other perfectly over the years. Arendion, now A'dion, was a snooty, arrogant and colorist (even though kind, and he's still a colorist) man, and Zevranth was a kind, strong, brave and robust Bronze.
Ten years went by with little or no fun. Then Threadfall began happening. A'dion's young friend, Derenda of Green Vivianth, was taking her first threadflight, and she was terrified. A'dion was a Wingsecond, one of the best High Reaches had seen in a while. The greenrider did her best to maneuver as she could, but her fear was causing her dragon to panic, and throw off the wing she was in. A clump of thread got through, and A'dion barked an order for a small brown to go after it, as it was heading straight for Derenda. The Wingleader belayed that order, and A'dion watched in horror as the thread landed gracefully on both the green dragon and his beloved. A heartwrenching scream was heard, and the girl and dragon winked between forever.
A'dion never got over the death of his friend and lover, and thus he moped around the Weyr, throwing himself into drills and the care of his beloved Zevranth. He felt it was his fault that Derenda had died. He had pushed her and pushed her in her drills, demanding that she conquer her terror of Thread, demanding that she do him proud. Only when that scream ripped through his head did he realize he had been all wrong. Zevranth tried to help his rider, to assure him that whatever ailed him, it was not his fault. Dragon memory was notoriously short-term, so the Bronze wasn't even sure what his Rider was upset over. But at least he tried.
Z'mer, A'dion's long time friend and fellow Bronze Rider, suggested that he transfer to Mavros Weyrhold, a remote, out of the way place that was in need of a strapping bronze rider like himself. A'dion took this to heart, and suggested it to the Weyrleader. Upon agreement, A'dion was relieved of his post with honors, and three months later he went between to Southern Weyr, and from there he had Zevranth mine for a picture of Mavros Weyrhold, and was informed that most of the candidates and leading Dragonriders were at Mirran Weyrhold for a hatching, and that his youngest family member was there as well. So he took a picture of Mirran from the watchrider, and winked between to the Weyrhold. At least he might be able to carry his cousin back.
For two years A'dion has reigned supreme as the weyr's local gigolo, making men and women happy however they wished him to. He aspires for Weyrleader one day, but for now he will assist the Weyr however he can, be it Wingsecond or otherwise.
A'dion pities you.
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: A'dion
RANK: Former Wingsecond (Demotion explained in RP)
AGE IN TURNS: 32
FAMILY: Arenin - Father (Deceased) / Diona - Mother, Master Healer at Benden (Alive) / Kenessia - Cousin, Searchrider (Alive)
DRAGON: Bronze Zevranth
PETS: Gold Tipsy (deceased)
APPEARANCE: A'dion is your typical, ruggedly handsome man. Tall, at 6'4'', broad shouldered and thickly armed (but not Arnold Schwarzenegger big). Dark hair always cut to his jawline, curly and slicked back, with an earring in either ear. Dark eyes glint with mirth, but he always holds himself with a 'holier than thou' attitude, even if his personality isn't quite the same.
EDUCATION/SKILLS: A'dion can read and write rather well. Figuring eludes him, though he's able to do simple things.
ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual, heavy female preference
*PERSONALITY FAULTS: A'dion, a bronze rider, is known for being a 'colorist'. If you ride a dragon below a Brown, he's not likely to notice you're alive unless you're a relative or female. He's known to be sexist, but not to the 'bring me a sammich' point. He believes a woman should be on the ground, safe and sound and out of harm's way, not fighting on dragonback. He's cocky, a smartass, and after an incident at High Reaches Weyr, doesn't take kindly to authority. Women are both a blessing and a curse to him, as sometimes he doesn't put his foot in his mouth when he should. It can, and sometimes does, lead to comical moments.
*PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: A'dion is chivalrous, and will gladly save a weaker person from bullying or what have you. He will give someone the shirt off his back if they need it, and will do whatever he can to help them aside from using his dragon as a pack horse. Zevranth gets upset if that happens. As courteous as a prince, if a woman is stepping off a dragon or a runnerbeast, he will offer a hand to help them down, or do so by their waist. He is not adverse to hard labor, and can often be seen chopping wood or plowing a field. When it comes down to it, A'dion is a dependable man, and will respect authority if he deems the situation heavy enough. During Threadfall, he listens well and does what he is told, only waiting til everyone is safe before being an ass to someone if they deserved it.
FEARS: Not much, aside from losing Zevranth
DREAMS: To be Weyrleader, or a Wingleader, or both! What every bronzer dreams of.
*HISTORY: Born in High Reaches Weyr, RAISED in High Reaches Weyr, and Impressing to a Bronze at High Reaches Weyr, A'dion is the pinnacle of Pern society. Born to high social status, he is no doubt well-versed in intrigue and etiquette to fit royalty. His father was a Holder of a minor hold, and his mother a Journeyman Healer, thus they didn't see a lot of their son. But when they did, they taught him well and loved him as best they could. Arendion's father was constantly spoken to about his 'common blooded' wife, and why he didn't force her to take on more 'wifely' duties at the Hold proper. His only response? 'You can take the woman out of the infirmary, but not the infirmary out of the woman.' Some figured he'd tried just that, and had been met with with such a fierce wall of 'No.' that he hadn't ever tried again.
Being the son of a Holder, even a minor one, sets one apart from the rest of their peers. Such as it was for Arendion, and because of this, he was taught all the best BY the best. His father taught him high class manners, etiquette, rank order, and how to use his rank to the best of his ability without seeming to use it at all. To counter it, his mother taught him to be chivalrous, kind, and only use his rank when he had no other choice in the matter. Though his parents loved each other, they were so different in thought patterns that they often thought their path was the correct one. As it was, Arendion ended up adopting his father's cunning and diplomacy, and his mother's kindness and serenity.
Arendion was so named after his grandfather's grandfather, a renowned Bronze Dragonrider and Wingleader, thus he had big shoes to fill from birth. As he grew, he learned to read, write, and figure a bit, but his main dream was to become a Dragonrider. At age seventeen, he Impressed at a High Reaches Impression. His bronze Zevranth was large and lithe, and they match each other perfectly over the years. Arendion, now A'dion, was a snooty, arrogant and colorist (even though kind, and he's still a colorist) man, and Zevranth was a kind, strong, brave and robust Bronze.
Ten years went by with little or no fun. Then Threadfall began happening. A'dion's young friend, Derenda of Green Vivianth, was taking her first threadflight, and she was terrified. A'dion was a Wingsecond, one of the best High Reaches had seen in a while. The greenrider did her best to maneuver as she could, but her fear was causing her dragon to panic, and throw off the wing she was in. A clump of thread got through, and A'dion barked an order for a small brown to go after it, as it was heading straight for Derenda. The Wingleader belayed that order, and A'dion watched in horror as the thread landed gracefully on both the green dragon and his beloved. A heartwrenching scream was heard, and the girl and dragon winked between forever.
A'dion never got over the death of his friend and lover, and thus he moped around the Weyr, throwing himself into drills and the care of his beloved Zevranth. He felt it was his fault that Derenda had died. He had pushed her and pushed her in her drills, demanding that she conquer her terror of Thread, demanding that she do him proud. Only when that scream ripped through his head did he realize he had been all wrong. Zevranth tried to help his rider, to assure him that whatever ailed him, it was not his fault. Dragon memory was notoriously short-term, so the Bronze wasn't even sure what his Rider was upset over. But at least he tried.
Z'mer, A'dion's long time friend and fellow Bronze Rider, suggested that he transfer to Mavros Weyrhold, a remote, out of the way place that was in need of a strapping bronze rider like himself. A'dion took this to heart, and suggested it to the Weyrleader. Upon agreement, A'dion was relieved of his post with honors, and three months later he went between to Southern Weyr, and from there he had Zevranth mine for a picture of Mavros Weyrhold, and was informed that most of the candidates and leading Dragonriders were at Mirran Weyrhold for a hatching, and that his youngest family member was there as well. So he took a picture of Mirran from the watchrider, and winked between to the Weyrhold. At least he might be able to carry his cousin back.
For two years A'dion has reigned supreme as the weyr's local gigolo, making men and women happy however they wished him to. He aspires for Weyrleader one day, but for now he will assist the Weyr however he can, be it Wingsecond or otherwise.
A'dion pities you.