Ja'kin of bronze Demotaeth

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Name: Ja'kin
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Bronze rider; former Benden Weyrsecond / Wingleader

Appearance: The dark auburn hair, that he's worn long enough to tie back since he was a weyrling, shows signs of natural bleaching from being out in the sun for years; his hair becoming as an interesting mix of light and dark, thick with a natural wave-like curl to the long strands. The eyes are kind, a set of deep blue that help to soften the fierce features that lean toward wolfish. He stands a few inches over the heads of others at an even six foot, a trimmed physique shaped by turns of an unending war. Exuding a natural-born confidence, Ja'kin's body language is rarely – if at all – tense or uncertain. Each move done with a purpose. He's a man that knows what he wants and how to go about getting it.

Persona: Oh you wish you knew.

So mysterious.

No one can really say one thing or another about Ja'kin and feel they have the whole story. He certainly possess a certain amount of charm that inspires loyalty in those that seem unlikely to give it. He often operates with a pack mentality; as long as those within his pack do their work and don't test his patience, he will see that they are taken care of. If people are loyal to him, it's because they chose to be, not that they were forced. When met with hostility or rebellion, the outcast will quickly find themselves worst off than before. Ja'kin favors efficiency and never shies away from what needs to be done. He'll do it too, with his own hands, all the while kindly explaining why it was necessary, and where you were wrong.

Still, there are those that profess to him having a softer side, and those that vie to be part of it..

Others yet that comment his soul is black and twisted.

Who knows?

History: Bred from dragonriders, Ja'kin lived the typical life of a weyrbrat including being fostered to Keroon Hold. Children often soak in and learn from the environments they grow up in, and Ja'kin was no different. The totalitarian behavior of the Lord over the hold – pushing the people to their limits to milk the most out of crops and stocks, the strict view that no one should be slacking, the harsh form of punishment for those that step out of line. When Ja'kin returned to the weyr, it was with a hardened exterior, hands-on approach, and mannerly (strange if only he had come from a Hold that dealt with beastcrafting).

When he stood the stand the first time he came away disappointed, and his parents didn't want him to stand again because of the war that had rose up around them. They didn't want their son to be involved in it. Yet not amount of stern talking detoured the teenager from standing a second time.. and a third. Ja'kin impressed bronze Demotaeth at his second standing, two turns into the war, at age 17. The bronze and his gold sister were close, and even though Arga wasn't the most approachable girl, Ja'kin slowly grew to know her through their dragons, a mere friendship if anything, making him even a touch fond of her..

So, when her maiden flight came and went, putting C'leon in her furs and another bronze with Baith, the young Ja'kin couldn't help but feel slightly betrayed. Yet, with the war going on, it was an easy thing to push aside. Ja'kin fell back into the shadows, letting the new weyrleader.. and eventually the fort defector to take the limelight. Thus began the game of metallic weyr politics. By the end of C'leon's reign, Ja'kin had worked his way into his trusted circle.

.. C'leon never knowing that hearing about the his death by the hands of Arga and Kaegan pleased Ja'kin.

Playing in with J'lorin wasn't hard. The Fortian needed someone that the people of Benden would listen to since the majority distrusted, or generally disliked him. Ja'kin had always been a trusted hand, he was an obvious choice. Demotaeth catching Kleopath only strengthened Ja'kin's position. It came as a surprise when Ja'kin disappeared from the ranks of Benden, only to appear at Selenitas with the whole of wasteland at his back.

After Millieth's last hatching (Demoteath the sire), and seeing the resulting mutations of the offspring, Ja'kin's found himself in a trouble position of his bronze vowing to never chase such a mutated queen. A weyrleader cannot lead when his dragon will not catch the leading queen. Thus Ja'kin stepped down prematurely to hand the title of weyrleader over to H'nes - a fellow bronze rider that had come from the north. A curious arrangement, considering that Ja'kin still acts that he's at the reins of the weyr..

Dragon
Name: Demotaeth
Color: Bronze #ddaa00
Age: 16

Appearance: An average sized bronze with a darker coloration than his brethren. The dark tone serves to accentuate the elegant gold masking that covers his eyes, thing lines twining outward to stripe down his muzzle, and over his brow. These thing vein-like tendrils of gold pattern all through his dark high. The thin skin of his wing sails also boasts of the regal color; add in the light of sun and in flight it appears shimmer.

Over the turns spent in constant war, Demotaeth has earned himself a few lasting scars. The most notable that his tail, once forked and dipped in gold, is missing. He is also missing all but one toe - and chuck of his thigh - from his back right leg. These small disfigurements are typically hid in how Demotaeth sits or lays down.

Personality: Like his rider, there is a certain unknown factor about Demotaeth. He doesn't speak much, at least to anyone other than his rider, or about anything outside of what the two constitute as 'business'. The bronze had a fondness of anything he finds beautiful, such as golds – and Demotaeth will not chase anything less than a gold. He doesn't like disfigurements (as such he hides his own from being noticed) and the mutated dragons from the Benden clutch have always been low on his list of worthy dragons. Demotaeth is not above displaying physical dominance over other dragons, whether it be pinning them or marring their hide, or just flat out killing them if they become too much of a nuisance.

Pet

Death Green Salamandyr
Name: Aken
Impressed to: Ja'kin
Age: Adult
Color: ccdd66

Appearance: Her frame is a touch…awkward. There’s really not any one thing that is off or weird, when it comes right down to it, but somehow the sum of the parts warrant a second, third and fourth glance as you try to determine just what it is that is so…unusual. Her legs are all slightly different lengths, unnoticeable unless you bothered to measure each limb, and certain ones are more muscular than others which gives her an awkward, almost lurching gait. It doesn’t seem to hamper her speed any, though. Her tail’s a little too short, though not short enough to be called stumpy. One wing is also slightly larger than the other. She’s capable of real flight, remarkably…she just flies in circles when she tries.

Now, her coloring is just…sickly. Pale yellow with a green tinge, it looks much like a rotting corpse. Black spots form up in almost-lines, randomly encircling a limb above the knee, another at the hip, another right above her foot. Another line of black dots loops around chest and neck almost like a string of tiny black pearls. Her wings are as black as her spots, and her frill as white as snow, but the ribs of the frill are a blood red, and she often flares it when a movement doesn’t go quite as planned in order to catch herself.

Personality: Sweet, loving, but decidedly stupid. She genuinely adores other salamandyrs and, yes, firelizards. This green loves nothing more than to involve herself with any little pet who crosses her path, wooing them with poetry. Of course, her poetry takes the form of rhymed couplets. Two words, usually. She’s not the most eloquent of creatures, and her idea of what is beautiful and what are compliments tends to be just a bit different than that of other living things. For instance, she thinks nothing to be more complimentary than being compared to a maggot, and the creatures that others consider to be ugly she finds to be the most beautiful. The more deformed it is, the more she adores it.

Apart from this oddity, she has a rather odd affinity for dead flesh. Salamandyr flesh and firelizard flesh are the best, of course, and even better if they were a friend. No friend would want their flesh rotting and going to waste, right? Maybe she thinks that by eating them they live on inside her. Who can tell? Of course, this craving of sorts also likes to manifest when something isn’t yet dead. It’s safe to say that if you are of a size to make a meal for a ‘mandyr, you’d best not be getting injured. She just can’t resist a wounded body. They look so delicious!

There is one time that she will cannibalize - or eat a firelizard - when they are perfectly healthy. When this green gets overwhelmed with love for a mate, she must immediately start feasting upon them, as this clearly is the ultimate sign of her devotion after they have mated. Now they will be together forever. Afterwards she mates again, with her adored and hideously ugly (though of course she thinks she’s the most beautiful creature in the world) clutchsister, whom she shared her grisly meal with in the first place. Fortunately for her sister, she is quite full by that point so cannot cannibalize her, too.