Raythael

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Candidate Raythael

Name: Raythael
Pronunciation: Ray-thigh-ell
Nicknames: Ray, Thael
Age: 16
Birthday: August 2998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Candidate / Senior Beastcrafter Apprentice

Physical Appearance: Ray has always been a little under average height-wise. Never more than a few inches shorter than the rest if his peers. He's still strong enough to pull more than his weight and as he continues to grow a little more, Raythael will probably be a little taller than everyone and have the potential to become quite stronger if he bothers to exercise enough. His skin is originally a light cream and from years in the sun, it has acquired a nice tan though rarely burns. That's not to say he can't burn because when he does, Raythael looks like an over-sized lobster. Ray's hair is a common enough shade of dark brown with the few sun-streaked blond highlights from life in the sun. He keeps it short like many riders do and most of the time, his hair looks time, but get it wet and it will be as curly as a poodle.

His most noticeable facial feature are his eyes. They appear to be a striking blue because most of his clothes sport blue of some sort, but they are really a green-blue with an emphasis on the blue. Up close, it is easier to see the green tones, but many assume that Raythael has blue eyes and that's that. His clothes are always complimentary to his natural colors with browns and various shades of blue though Harper Blue is never used. Speaking of Raythael's attire, he tends to wear trousers and a tunic. Fancy can never be affiliated with those items. Ever. His craft background has influenced his taste to be sturdy and simple. If it can't last a long time and under harsh treatment, Thael refuses to wear it.

His only piece of jewelry, if it can be even called that, is a very small teardrop shaped sapphire hanging from a plain leather cord necklace. Though candidates are not known to have such an expensive piece of gemstone, Raythael inherited it from his mother. It had been given to his great-mother by his great-grandfather, a miner, for their Handfasting ceremony. It was then passed down from mother to daughter for the next two generations, but because Raythael's mother did not have a daughter, she gave it to her son. It was an extremely sentimental object and the boy never goes anywhere without it.

Ray always carries a sharp belt-knife with him. The level of fighting skill he possesses minimal at best. Actual training from someone who knows how to defend himself with a knife has never been taught to him. So he lacks basic technique and finesse. The belt-knife itself is kept sharp and clean. Never has it seen action nor wounded an enemy. There is no doubt, if even possible, that Raythael will try and keep it that way too. Along with his single weapon, Thael is always carrying pieces of charcoal and paper to sketch with. His ability to replicate what he sees is almost uncanny except that he has practiced since he was a small child. Sometimes, he'll have ink in hand instead, but it is normally a sharpened piece of charcoal.


Personality: It is obvious at first glance that Raythael is a considerate person. He takes great pleasure in helping other people when he can whether it means carrying a heavy load or listening to someone speak about his troubles. Ray is a loyal confidante to those he cares for. Secrets that pass into his care are stored away and never spoken of. However, the only time Thael will ever break his silence is when the secret he has been told endangers the life of another. Then he can't help but intervene. The knife the boy wears around his belt can confuse many, but the weapon is only hung there grudgingly out knowledge that the world is not a safe or kind place to an unarmed individual.

One part of Raythael that no one has yet to see is his anger, pure and free to wreak havoc. An enraged Ray is a completely different person. Frightening, loud, and a bit violent. When his loved ones are hurt terribly by the hands of others, a vengeful seed is planted inside Thael; however, it is a rare occurrence and often at odds with the boy's naturally happy personality. Also independent, Ray likes to do as he pleases which means exploring the Weyr often. His usual haunts are many and stretching across the area around the Weyr. These refuges are used as inspirations for his artistic talent, drawing. Years of practice has allowed Raythael to grow in his gift and though there is room for him to grow, it is not much. He can draw exact copies of what he sees though embellishments are seen occasionally.

Living at Selenitas Weyr has inspired hundreds of drawings and almost all of them are hung on his walls or laid out for him to see. Words are never written on their pages and only the story behind each captured moment is known to Raythael. In one way, his drawings are his visual record of how his life passes. Because no one else knows what moved in to create each piece, the boy feels no problem letting others see his art. In fact, Ray likes to show off especially when he is working on a piece or two. Dragons are often incorporated into sketches be it a shadow overhead or a sleeping silhouette in the sunset. Whers, on the other hand, rarely ever find themselves drawn by Raythael's hand for one simple reason.

He does not like the dark. At all. Leave him alone for even five minutes and Ray will find the nearest corner to cower in. A glow, usually a dim one, will be kept at hand during the night. Never will he be presented to a Queen Wher and her clutch solely for this reason. Dragons are not nocturnal therefore Raythael plans only to ever Stand for a dragon Hatching. There is a possibility that Raythael may come to terms with his irrational fear later on, but at the moment, that is very unlikely. Besides his fear of the dark, Thael dislikes Infirmaries immensely. The simple smell of disinfectant makes his stomach churn. Only if an injury is life-threatening will the boy step foot into the domain of the Healers. Otherwise... there is no way aside from dragging Ray by his feet into that room.

Ever since he was a child, Raythael has loved to be with other people. Chatting and catching up with his friends. It is not possible to simply say 'hello' when passing on the hall. Several questions will be asked and information traded. If it were not for his decision, enforced by his incredible stubbornness, to not spread gossip, Ray would most likely be one of the greatest gossips to ever live. He is that comfortable with everyone he meets. Those individuals can range from a high ranking rider to a lowly drudge, but no matter how "powerful" one is considered, they are all treated equally and with respect. Only his father and those that attack the weyr are considered the lowest of the low along with any persons who enjoy hurting other people.

Despite his Holder origins, Ray is completely at ease with his sexuality. Who he likes and is attracted to is an extension of who he is. If you are a woman who likes men, that's great, and if you're a woman attracted to women, again, good for you. Never once has Raythael been infatuated over a girl even when his best friend was gushing over the "delicate" feminine creatures. A Hold life restricted him from expressing his emotions and opinions, but at the Weyr, Thael feels at ease in his own skin. His opinion on sexualities also ties back to his opinion of equality. Simply being attracted to someone of the same or opposite gender does not make a difference. You are who you are.

Sweet food. His total downfall. For a couple of bubbly pies or plate full of sweetbuns, Raythael will be completely under your command until either no sweets are left or someone entices him away. Sugar is his best friend and something sweet once a day at least keeps him going. No sweets equal sullen Raythael. It is his version of a car's gas so to speak. Without it, our precious Ray is just a bump on a log. *insert sadface here*. Next to his love for sweets are darters. Someday, Thael aspires to have his own fire-lizard-- how he hasn't managed to get one yet is a mystery --though color and name have not been thought about. While he adores fire-lizards and occasionally a little puppy, Raythael cannot get within six feet of a feline or else his nose begins running and it becomes hard to breath. See, he is severely allergic to the animals and while he finds them adorable, there is no way he will let one live with him.


History: Raythael was born to Aytha and Renmel of Selenitas Hold. His father was a Beastcrafter dedicated to his animals and not much else. Aytha considered it a miracle that she became pregnant with her son because her husband spent so much time with the beasts he was in charge of. She spent her time at home caring for Raythael, keeping house, and chatting with her friends. As a child, Ray loved to draw on whatever he could get his hands on. His small room was quickly covered with various pieces of art. Many of their subjects were the surrounding scenery, his mother, or friends, but once in great while, Renmel's face would appear in the mix.

Among his friends and family, the boy was friendly and happy, but when he was placed with his father, he grew quiet and meek. The man was an enigma to him, a stranger that lived in his home. Renmel never acknowledged his son except to bark orders or criticize. So Raythael learned to be quick and diligent in his work. After every encounter with the Beastcrafter, Aytha would hug her son and whisper encouragements. She too was ignored unless her husband wanted something. At least it was easy to handle. A happy Renmel equaled a happy household for all.

Vessik and Raythael ran into each other one day and just clicked. They got along wonderfully and often had a lot of time on their hands and when they could, would spend time together playing in the surrounding area. Many times, Raythael would sketch out scenes in the dirt and then he and Vessik would reenact them. A tomboy named Xelya joined them in their adventures too. They all became very close friends, closer then siblings. Every day, no matter what, was an adventure filled with a multitude of treasured memories.

During his entire childhood, Renmel remained an aloof stranger in Thael's life. His mother more than made up for the near fatherless child with the bountiful amount of love she possessed. As such, when Raythael realized he didn't really think of girls as anything but friends and discovered guys could be friends or that special someone, he believed the woman would have no problem accepting this new piece of knowledge. Aytha, thank Faranth, did not instantly push away her son, but pondered the situation. Renmel firmly held the belief that homosexuality was wrong which his wife knew. Raythael was only fifteen at this time. The Holder knew it important to send her son to the Weyr. All sexualities were accepted there.

Only a sevenday later, Raythael found himself on the tithe caravan headed for the southern based Weyr. In his possession was his mother's necklace with a small teardrop sapphire, some changes of clothes, and a belt-knife. Thus he arrived dirty, but happy, at Selenitas Weyr February 3014. Ray promptly became a candidate, despite not being searched, and began to the process of acclimated to the world that is Weyrlife. It was not a smooth transition to say the least. The river had been poisoned, leaving numerous dead and instilling a healthy fear of the infirmary in the boy. He found it hard to watch as so many died around him. One of the few friends Thael made was among the causalities.

Were that not interesting enough an experience, Raythael was definitely thrown for a loop when Fort decided to attack the Weyr. Luckily, Ray was neither directly involved directly affected by the circumstances for the most part. He was hanging out in the territory around the Weyr and out of danger. So Raythael was left with no real idea of what happened during the attack, but he has heard multiple versions from various sources.

Now what will happen to our amazing candidate who finds the dark frightening and fire-lizards the best thing since sweetbuns?



Father: Renmel; Beastcrafter; Alive
Mother: Aytha; No real Craft; Alive
Siblings: None
Children: None. o.o

BFFs: None D8
Enemies: The bad people?
Weyrmate: Nope.
Other important People:

Has threaded with: ----

Candidacy

Name Contraction: R'hael
Desired Dragon Color: Green/Blue/Purple P:
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Dragon.


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Notes

Created IC: December 3014
Created OOC: 6-27-2010
Last Updated: 6-27-2010
Threads: None so far. xD