T'yer of Brown Muldiseth

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Name: T'yer
Rank: Weryling
Age: 19 Turns
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Dragon: Brown Muldiseth
Pets: --

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Appearance:

Tall, dark, and brooding. T'yer stands at 6'2, about average for a male of his age. His body, hardened by both hard work and hardship, is rather slim, though every pound is rock hard muscle. Every feature is clearly defined, chiseled in such a way as to make him seem carved of stone. His cheekbones and jaw are sharply cut, his cheeks sinking in slightly. His eyes, perhaps his most intriguing feature, are narrow and dark, alluring in their mystery. His hair is nearly as dark as his eyes, short enough to spike up with little difficulty, yet long enough to lie flat against his head.

Personality:

Working from a young age to eke out a living has taught T'yer how to be a hard worker, determined to perform as well as he can. He throws one hundred ten percent of himself into everything he does, and refuses to leave any task undone. At times, his determination to get the job done can lead to him to drastic measures, mainly pushing himself to his limits and beyond, which, of course, has serious repercussions. Aside from the obvious risk to his physical person, overworking himself can drain him, leaving him tired and weary. His exhaustion also affects his sleep, which just begins a cycle of exhausting days and sleepless nights. When he's dead-set on something, he seems to develop something similar to tunnel vision, focusing only on the task at hand, without even realizing his own needs.

When he doesn't overwork himself, T'yer is responsible, dedicated, and thoughtful, using his mind to determine the best and most efficient way to do what needs to be done. He's surprisingly intelligent, able to quickly and accurately determine the best way to solve a problem. T'yer likes taking the initiative, and laziness isn't a concept he's familiar with. He wakes up early, works all day, and goes to bed late, because working hard is all he's ever known. In his mind, there is no other option; the only way he can survive in this world is if he works for it.

T'yer is dedicated to his family. Having practically raised his siblings, he holds them close to his heart, especially his youngest sister Makenzi. She was raised without a mother, and thus T'yer has a special connection with her. T'yer had taught Makenzi of her mother, telling her of her love and dedication to her children. Makenzi attached herself to him, seeing him more as a father figure than a brother. It doesn't bother T'yer much, though. He knows he can be a much stronger man than his father could ever hope to be.

Even though his devotion to those he loves is great, the harsh reality of his life has taken a toll on him. He's strong, steady, and able, but he's also scarred. He's serious, with little tolerance for foolishness. It makes him seem uptight, but he knows that folly and stupidity can lead to destruction. While he was eager as a child, he's lost that innocence, and when around other humans, it seems he doesn't know how to have fun. He has an aloof, distant air about him, which when combined with his sharply cut features, makes him appear unapproachable. He's not one to go out of his way to make friends, rather stands to the side, watching others act and react around him. T'yer generally seems to stand as a fixed point, while the world and the people in it move around him, like a river around a jutting boulder.

Family:

Father :: Siroh
Mother :: Natalie
Brother :: N'tanyl
Sister :: Chassiday {nine turns}
Brother :: Stephan {eight turns}
Sister :: Makenzi {five turns}

History:

Born in Tidewalk, Tvoyer grew up in a difficult household. He was the second oldest child, with his older brother Nathanyl, and his younger siblings, Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi. The litter of five lived with their father, Siroh, and their mother, Natalie. Natanyl was two turns when Tvoyer was born, and the two brothers grew up happily, until Tvoyer's tenth turn. Chassiday was born, the first little girl in the family, and Natanyl and Tvoyer both helped to raise her. Another son, Stephan, was born a few months after Chassiday's first turn, and Natanyl and Tvoyer helped to raise him as well. During this time, Siroh had spent much of his time working to scrape out a living for them; at least, that's what he said he was doing. Some nights, Siroh would come home in a rage, reeking of every scent besides work. Tvoyer would hide Chassiday and Stephan in the corner of his bedroom closet, while Natanyl, just over thirteen turns then, would attempt to keep Siroh from lashing out at their mother. When Stephan grew old enough to remain on his own with Chassiday in the closet, Tvoyer began to join Natanyl in trying to calm their father.

It was a lot more violent that Natanyl had let on.

Siroh would rage and roar, as Natalie cried in a corner of the room, helpless. Natanyl and Tvoyer would attempt to hold their father back, often taking the brunt of the blows and and beatings that would have landed on their mother, had they not been there to stand in the line of fire. The nights slowly became easier to bear, as Siroh would disappear for days at a time, before returning home in yet another fit of rage. This cycle went on and on, and by Tvoyer's thirteenth turn, he and Natanyl, fifteen turns, were working hard wherever and however they could, in order to provide for their mother and siblings.

In Tvoyer's fourteenth turn, another child was born, a daughter named Makenzi. Sadly, during her birth, Natalie didn't make it out alive, leaving little Makenzi to the care of her siblings. She was a strange child, but Tvoyer's closeness to her almost rivaled the tight relationship he had with Natanyl. A subtle shifting happened within the household, Tvoyer and Natanyl taking on the roles of parents, with the elder working relentlessly to provide, while Tvoyer spent more time taking care of Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi.

After Natalie's death, Siroh decided to take his children and leave, travelling with others to the new weryhold of Mavros. Their future there was uncertain, but Siroh cared little; he only wanted to get away, to leave, to escape everything. His children were forced along with him, though Natanyl and Tvoyer protested that Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi were far too young for such a long journey, but Siroh would have none of it. So, with Tvoyer playing mom and Natanyl playing dad, the broken family boarded a ship and journeyed off.

Once they landed on the small island, Natanyl, Tvoyer, Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi where herded off the ship, their father taking advantage of the slight chaos to separate himself from his children, effectively cutting ties with them. The weryhold was young, but organized enough that the children were almost immediately ushered off into the crèche. Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi were all placed into the hands of the caregivers there, while Natanyl and Tvoyer were expected to become contributing members of the young weyrhold, and they did. Their days were filled with chores, meals, and more chores. Neither Tvoyer nor Natanyl minded, as they enjoyed helping out those around them. They were able to rest at night together, sharing a space, and spent what little free time they had with their siblings.

About a year after their arrival, Mavros' second clutch was laid. Before the candidates would be led up for the first Touching, many of the new arrivals were to stand before a Search dragon. Tvoyer and Natanyl were picked out, among many others, and they joined the candidates on the sands. It was the first time either brother had seen a dragon egg, and they were excited. They moved about the eggs, filled with a special awe. Natanyl Impressed a dragon from that clutch, Blue Gaudeth. Natanyl's name shortened to N'tanyl, and his life changed, seventeen turns to Tvoyer's fifteen.

Tvoyer returned to his daily routine of chores, meals, and chores, with the addition of candidate lessons. All of his sparing free time was spent with his siblings, amazed at how they were growing. Makenzi seemed to be growing the fastest, even beginning to learn how to walk and talk. Tvoyer continued to make himself a part of the weyr, learning how to live and work in a community, as opposed to the partially secluded life he had in Tidewalk hold. He saw another clutch hatch, without Impressing, and again returned to business as usual.

In his eighteenth turn, his world spun upside down. N'tanyl and Tvoyer were out walking together along the edge of the plateau, when a ghost from their past stumbled out in front of them. Neither knew where Siroh had been for the past four years, but now he was standing before them, with a manic gleam in his eye. No words were spoken, though the silence didn't last long. Siroh lunged forward, a knife in his hand. N'tanyl and Tvoyer leaped to the left and right, dodging their father's attack. Siroh, for once in his life, was sober, though by the look in his eye, it would've been better if he had been.

Siroh had sobered up about six months after arriving on Mavros. He had realized that moving had been a mistake. There was no alcohol, there was too much work, and there was not enough rest. If he had been an angry and haggard man before, three years of sobriety and work had made him even worse. Siroh turned back to his sons, who had regrouped and stood staring at their father, prepared for a fight. Siroh again lunged forward, aimed at Tvoyer, but suddenly changed direction at the last minute and charged N'tanyl. The rider jumped back, though Siroh's knife skimmed his chest. His shirt was slashed and drops of blood sprang from a shallow cut. When Siroh changed directions, Tvoyer moved, lunging after Siroh. Siroh followed through his movement, and Tvoyer rammed into his father, knocking the larger man to the ground. The force sent Tvoyer to the ground as well, and the two scuffled a bit, Tvoyer attempting to pry the knife from his father's hand.

Blue Gaudeth flew high above, circling closer when Siroh scratched N'tanyl. N'tanyl ordered Gaudeth to stay back; this was a fight they could handle on their own. The dragon circled above, a frustrated nervous energy flooding his veins. Tvoyer and Siroh wrestled for the knife, N'tanyl waiting for an opening to safely assist his brother. He got his chance, when Siroh managed to pin his son. Tvoyer's hands were wrapped around Siroh's wrist, as Siroh fought to bring the knife down to Tvoyer's chest. N'tanyl ran forward, tucking his shoulder and tackling his father with all the force of a freight train. Siroh was knocked a few feet away from Tvoyer, and N'tanyl skidded to a stop a few feet beyond that. Siroh lay winded a moment, and Tvoyer saw a chance to snatch the knife away from him.

N'tanyl rose, and the pair of brothers stood prepared, waiting for their father to rise. Slowly, Siroh found his feet. His eyes held a rage that sent chills down Tvoyer's spine. It was then that he realized that disarming his father wasn't enough. He wasn't fighting logically, he wasn't thinking. He was fueled by some darker energy, some rage or powerful emotion rising up from deep within. The dots connected in Tvoyer's mind, and just as Siroh turned and charged at N'tanyl, the pieces clicked. Siroh wasn't here to fight; he was here to kill.

Tvoyer screamed a warning to N'tanyl, but it was too late. Siroh rammed his body into N'tanyl, and they fell backward. N'tanyl had been just a few feet from the edge of the plateau, and Siroh's attack sent them both over the edge. Tvoyer ran to the edge of the plateau, at the same moment that a roar of mixed anger and anguish rattled his bones. Gaudeth tucked his wings and plummeted from the sky, racing to get to the ground before N'tanyl did. T'voyer raced down the sloping ramp to the bottom of the plateau. N'tanyl and Siroh had hit the ground hard, and a small cloud of dust floated around them. Tvoyer raced to where they lay, hoping against hope that his brother would live. The blue dragon landed heavily, his long, keening wails wrenching Tvoyer's heart in two. Tvoyer shoved Siroh, dead, off of N'tanyl. His brother groaned, and Tvoyer carefully wrapped his arms around the older boy.

He cried for his brother to stay alive, even as his breath came less frequent, and his face grew paler. Throughout it all, Gaudeth wailed horribly, the sound nearly tearing Tvoyer apart. As N'tanyl drew in his last breath, Gaudeth spread his wings and hopped into the air, the downdraft of his wings wrapping Tvoyer and N'tanyl in a gust of wind. N'tanyl exhaled, and Gaudeth Betweened, leaving Tvoyer clutching the body of his brother, tears soaking his face.

Tvoyer sank into a depression after N'tanyl's death. He merely went through the motions of his daily activities, there, but not really there. His chores were carried out in a lifeless, robotic sense; he sat sullen and picked at his meals, barely eating; his free time, he remained locked in a daze, refusing to leave his bed. A few months went by like that, before Tvoyer slowly began to return. It was Makenzi who brought him back from darkness. Her gentle ways and constant prodding had drawn him out, and he began to heal. The very next turn, another impossible happened.

Tvoyer Impressed.

A deep, dark, brown dragon had chosen him to be his lifemate. Tvoyer was excited, though he was uncertain. He wasn't sure how well he could care for a dragon, when he could barely take care of himself such a short time ago. As he learned how to care for his dragon and grew closer to the Brown Muldiseth, T'yer has gained confidence, and his earlier uncertainty has almost completely vanished. Now, his time is spent between chores, caring for Muldiseth, lessons, and enjoying spare moments with his sisters and brother. The busy schedule he now follows is good for him, as it helps keep his mind away from darker topics. With Muldiseth in his life, he's beginning to enjoy life a little more, though Muldiseth and Makenzi are the only ones who get to see this softer side of T'yer. He's looking forward to many years of caring for his dragon, and looking forward to watching Chassiday, Stephan, and Makenzi grow and take their own paths in life, whatever path they may choose.

In the event of your sudden, unexplained disappearance from the site at any point in time, what do you wish to become of this character and any creatures they may impress?

b. Turn them into an NPC who may be killed off or used for plot purposes but who will not be played by someone else.