Parlhion

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NAME: Parlhion [Previously Pa’hn]
RANK: Dragonless Rider, Artist
AGE: 24 Turns
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Hetero
DRAGON: Blue Trinikoth [Deceased]
PETS: Blue Flit [Bell]



APPEARANCE: Face of Ben Barnes.

His eyes are a dark brown – and appear almost black in certain dim lighting. He goes a while without cutting his hair, letting it get shaggy and trimming his facial hair to light gruff before letting it grow out a bit – but always cutting it before it gets too ‘full’. His clothing is always clean, and pressed, but casual. He doesn’t wear any of his riding leathers, but still loves the feeling of wearing leather clothing – especially jackets. He keeps casual and unassuming, and holds himself surprisingly tall for someone who doesn’t believe much in his own abilities, and stands at 6’ 1”. His face is usually somber and smiles are more rare now, unless in comforting another, most of his current smiles won't reach his eyes. The only dragon he’ll touch in his dagger with a handle that transforms into a dragon, he keeps it on his body at most all times.

Personality Type: ISFP-T, Adventurer (Possibly Entertainer before Trinikoth’s death)

PERSONALITY FAULTS: Superstitious, Gamer, Stubborn, Arrogant, Reckless, Self-Deprecating, False Confidence, Revengeful

While most of Mirran has superstitious tendencies, Parlhion seemed more susceptible of them than most. He tends to group things that happen into bad or good luck, and that karma plays a heavy roll in what happens to you. Some of his beliefs in the Mirran caste system cling to him still, though conflicted after being impressed to a blue for almost half of his current life. He especially believes in all sorts of other good and bad luck things – some he made up a child to wish more bad luck on his enemies, like stepping on cracks in stone, he’ll still avoid them- almost subconsciously.

If not already poor for his status, he has a tendency to bet – a childish arrogance that he’s right and you better put your money where your mouth is. He got pretty good at it, despite Trinikoth warning him against it. Ever since his blue’s death, he has spent less time seeking such things out, but he still has that addictive behavior ingrained in him from years of participating in such games.

Despite being boisterous and loud as a child, he had a knack of observing things that others overlooked. It made people think he could ‘read’ their mind, and would talk him up in his intelligence, it fed his youthful arrogance into something more permanent. He doesn’t think he’s ever wrong – the only one who he ever somewhat listened to was his blue, so now he doesn’t have anyone to tell him he’s not completely correct all the time. This leads to his stubborn streak, even if in the middle of being proved wrong, his arrogance can lead to blindness to the truth even if someone is spelling it out for him.

Reckless now and reckless when he had been a child or as a dragonrider have differed. Before – it had been in fun, to feel the thrill of danger and seek it out. He’d push his blue into doing things he wasn’t so comfortable in doing, but had done because he'd wanted to make his rider happy. Parlhion had done things without much regard of consequences, while now he’s seeing much more the consequences of his earlier recklessness, his current recklessness is simply in disregard to his life. He doesn’t seek out such thrilling things at the moment, especially not on dragon back. He currently has an aversion to riding on the backs of dragons, since the last dragon he’s touched was his own.

He might have a tight hold of his beliefs and arrogance, but it doesn’t translate to how he thinks of himself. It used to more, but ever since impressing a blue it went downhill, and now after losing Trinikoth any good about himself has gone out the window. Usually his arrogance pulls out a false sense of confidence in his abilities – since he used to be quite the sales-men when trying to pick up artistic jobs to gain extra marks when a rider (mostly so he could either burn it at gathers or gamble it away).

Even if he doesn’t think much of himself, he doesn’t take insult lightly. He can talk himself down all he wants, no one else is allowed to. Perhaps this has strengthened due to the fact that Trinikoth would stand up for him in such situations when he’d been especially younger. He doesn’t forgive easily, and remembers insult – and always hopes to find ways to repay. He doesn’t have as hot a temper as he used to, now he simmers and plots, until either he doesn’t see the person again or has the ghost of his blue tell him some nonsense wisdom about how everyone is just ‘human’ or ‘dragon’.

PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Brave, Kind, Artistic/Creative

There’s a fine line between reckless stupidity and being brave. He is not a coward, and will stand up for others as much as he will stand up for himself – no one except themselves should be able to talk someone else down. He is brave, especially for others, though now he has new fears that encroach upon his brave nature. (like dragons and between). Even Thread he doesn’t really fear, even if it was the thing that drove his dragon to between, his fear is more based on the sudden disappearance of his dragon and where his dragon went. There aren’t other dangers that frighten him the same way, and maybe it is the thrill he still gets when standing up to things that seem bigger and stronger.

Though he is not as boisterous and playful as he used to be, he has kept his kindness, especially to those he thinks deserves it. He only withholds kindness if he sees the other person in question being unkind or not good in some way or another. Otherwise he has a desire to help and make others smile – because surely they deserve to be happy, even if he does not.

While he hasn’t practiced much art in the last year, he still has the talent passed down from his mother – art. He has an eye for beauty and likes to capture it. As a child and into his youth he got especially good at people, in order to stick his enemies on the other side of his shoe. As he got older he did it out of joy or to earn an extra mark or two to sketch and paint riders with their dragons. He is creative as well, but his art is usually strictly what he sees – maybe exaggerating the beauty just a little to make his clients happy. He also has a creative mind in solving problems and getting things done.

Previous Attributes: Playful, Bright Humor, Boisterous


FAMILY: Mother; Purlmarl [Deceased], Father; Kushmion [Ku’mon] of Brown Gulolth [Deceased], Possible Half Siblings from Ku’mon

HISTORY:

Born to Purlmarl, who died in childbirth to Parlhion. She was from the Mirrish caste, her blood line from a gold rider - but she never impressed to a gold, even though she stood for every gold egg, and was lucky that the greens had ignored her as she hurried off the sands. She instead went into art and pottery, focusing on the fine things in Mirran. She had been young when she had birthed Parlhion, who had been a result of a gold flight. She’d been excited for the possibility that her first child would be the result of a gold flight – but had unfortunately passed away during childbirth. Parlhion was given to a Mirrish nursemother as a baby and raised in the Mirrish crèche. His father was somewhat interested in him, as Purlmarl had let him know she had gotten pregnant after the gold flight aftermath.

As a boy Parlhion just wanted to be like his father- a dragonrider. He was a troublemaker from the start, pranking the girls and getting into unnecessary fights, just because he could. He had inherited his mother’s hand in art, and once they figured out how good he was, they let him sit in on lessons and started helping him train his ability. But as much as he loved art, all he really wanted to be was a dragonrider.

Parlhion was young when he impressed – one of the first times on the sands at 12 turns and he impressed to Trinikoth. What was supposed to be an exciting moment, the moment where he became a dragonrider like his father, had been closer to devastation, because the little dragon that had impressed to him was blue, throwing him down into the Mirranese caste. To make matters worse, the bluest parts of his dragon were mixed with a green hue, a sea green blue – and he was endlessly teased for not only impressing to a blue, but also a green. “He’s BLUE!” He’d shout at them angrily, running to cry into his blue’s hide where none of them could see. From then on, his father didn’t come and see him, from then on – he had no father or mother – or any relatives that had previously been caring for him. It had been a shock in itself and Trinikoth had been the only reason why he had survived mentally. He was a light and love to Pa’hn, and he slowly came to love his blue, despite the color of his hide. When he’d been younger, he’d treated his blue hot and cold, loving and hating his blue at the same time for what he’d done to him.

With no family for guidance or real love, it made acting out come more naturally. Doing things that would get attention from anyone. He got to the point where he was really good at pretending like it didn’t effect him the way people sneered or completely ignored him. He got particularly good at drawing and paint in the time he wasn’t make a fool of himself, especially for people, since he was often putting the faces of his rivalry on the bottom of his shoes. And then, at the age of 17, his Threadfall began. It made being a dragonrider all that more frightening and fulfilling – gave him something to take his angry energy out on. In one of the first Threadfalls, his father took an injury meant for someone else, and died. They had betweened and hadn’t come back. When hearing about it, he’d already felt like his family had died – but even still it hurt him deeply to know that both mother and father had left him for death.

Trinikoth was the only thing that made him really happy. He was the sound of reason, wisdom, and positivity that he didn’t have on his own. Trinikoth and his blue flit, both were the joys in his life. He’d gotten his flit a few turns after becoming a rider, he won him in a bet, but usually he'd draw people’s dragons as a way to earn pieces of marks here or there. He had spent almost half his life with Trinikoth, enjoying his sleek body and ability to do fun tricks. Perhaps he had egged him on too much during the Threadfall, it had to have been his fault – but Trinikoth got injured badly. They blinked between, but it had been a lot of Thread, and the blue had twisted his body so that it had been the dragon to take the brunt of the Thread. They reached the ground, but only just. They tried treating Trinikoth, but the pain had been too much, the injuries too deep and aching – the blue had wrestled uncharacteristically out of the caring hands of the healers, unable to heed the command of the bronze to stay still, and had blinked away between. It had taken a moment for Parlhion to realize that his dragon wouldn’t come back, and he still has nightmares of his dragon blinking away, expecting him to return, but… he hadn’t been there with him to bring him back.

The keening sent Parlhion to his knees and everyone watched him expectedly, expecting his heart to give out. Somehow it hadn’t – he was in a stupor for days, people had brought him a pill with water, telling him he’d feel better after taking it. It was the way, to die with your dragon. But he could almost see the way his dragon had deliberately protected him, heard his voice telling him never to harm himself. It was a dreary morning when he saw the blue face of his flit, his concerned noises poking and prodding him to come back to life. Still mourning, he came to, refusing to take the pill or whatever other solution they shoved at him, the gentler and humane ways to take one’s life, so they didn’t have something traumatic like someone jumping off a cliff. Once they realized that he wasn’t suicidal, he was sent away to the hold portion, and even then – to the outskirts to where people would actually deal with him. They mostly packed everything for him, but he made sure Trinikoth’s Semblance made it into his pack, carefully on top – not to suffocate it, even if he was already gone.

Being away from dragons helped at first, he felt the relief of not being reminded constantly of his loss, not that he needed help of the gaping hole in his mind and heart. Soon as he came to consciousness, he realized the way people looked at him, the rumors of who he was and what had happened had spread far enough that it was difficult to find any work, the only work that would take him had nothing to do with his artistic talents. It wasn’t enough though, because while it kept his hands busy, it didn’t keep his mind busy enough to contemplate if he’d been right in refusing ways to terminate his own life. Plenty of time to think about what a horrible person he must be to have the sort of luck in losing his dragon. It’d been his fault, he didn’t deserve his beautiful blue… but every time he got to the point of wanting to die, he could hear his blue’s voice in his mind, telling him that his life was precious. Or seeing the way his blue had done all he could to protect him.

Finally he realized that as perfect as Mirran was, he’d somehow ruined the opportunity of life there. He would have to exile himself, since they didn’t have the heart to tell him to just leave Mirran. He was smart enough to know that no dragonrider would take him away, and even ships that homed in Mirran tried to find ‘reasons’ why they couldn’t take an extra passenger. It wasn’t like he deserved to have a dragon to ride away, besides – the thought of riding a dragon… or even going /between/ where his beloved Trinikoth left, hurt. And Mirran didn’t deserve him, a disgraced Mirrish impressed blue and then lost said dragon. He didn’t blame the ships either – and found a less reputable ship that was headed toward ‘Mavros’. A Weyr, or Weyr-hold, sort of, and sort of like Mirran. It could never be as good as Mirran, but he didn’t deserve as good as Mirran. He’d had torn feelings about going to another Weyr, but realized something, as much as it hurt. He wanted to serve dragons, he wanted to be able to help them, if not as a rider, in whatever capacity Mavros would take him. He’d do it to honor Trinikoth, his whole life would be for him, just as his had been for him.

CANDIDATE SECTION
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: Pa’hn [I'm also okay if he doesn't end up impressing again, this is here in case fate decides he gets another dragon!]
COLOR PREFERENCE: Blue/Brown/Bronze
MUTATION?: (: [I was just thinking, if you ever want to have an albino on Mav, he'd be my one character that would prolly be okay with that]

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.