Post by Tashe on Dec 31, 2009 21:26:38 GMT -5
Human:
Name: K'thay
Handles: Solan, [Abel]
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Born: August 30, 2989
Physical Appearance: Like his Dragon, K'thay is around the average size for a man his age, topping out at 5 feet 7 and a half. He is slender, but mostly made up of compact muscle from years of rigorous training. Dark Brown hair that is often considered black in the shade, crowns his head in short wavy locks. The sides and back of his hair are cropped closer to his head than the front, giving the top of his head a certain fullness that he tends to mess with. His hair is not very often combed, because he thinks it looks far better messy than it does sleek and slicked back. Light Blue eyes are located under slim eyebrows and, depending on the person, may look out of place on his more masculine face. His distinguishing figure is the goatee he wears trimmed close to his face, brown like his hair it extends back from his chin and sometimes connects to his hair through sideburns. K'thay doesn't always sport the facial hair and will occasionally shave the entire thing off.
He likes to be clean when he can, and finds pleasure in wearing clean clothing. The Bluerider will almost always be found in the morning with a dirt free shirt, though the same shirt might be soiled if checked on at a later time. Its not to say he doesn't mind getting dirty, in fact he enjoys a good day's labor. His clothing style is simple, a tunic with slacks or breaches, the colors always muted unless at a gather. But by far, his favorite outfit consists of dark brown pants, a white long sleeved tunic and a grey vest or jerkin to go over it. K'thay believes its a nice little number that looks good on him in any situation. The Rider wears no jewelry, save for a copper stud in the cartilage of his left ear, and tries to avoid flare or excess unless its needed or required. K'thay is nothing spectacular. He could very well be, just another face in the crowd.
Personality: K'thay is the type of person to remain silent unless he prompts himself to speak. One of the reasons his friends say that Castidenloth is a perfect match for him. Both Rider and Dragon share many of the same attributes, and because of that have been able to develop a deep bond. The Bluerider is very much the observer, but does his best to be amusing when he engages in a conversation. K'thay is generally more open to being kind to others, willing to show them that he does have a softer side. Docile when not provoked, the Bluerider would make a very good pet if he wasn't a human. Sure, he'd probably be a scruffy gaurdcanine, but he's just about as loyal as one when he gives his trust away. But when he is provoked, its hard to predict whether he'll explode or be deadly silent. Although he's proficient with a dagger, its the poison needles that he carries you'll need to look out for. Poisoning people in hand to hand combat is his thing, and he's good at it to. His needles are coated with deadly mixtures that vary in potency depending on which case he takes them from.
K'thay is intelligent, but not very ambitious. He works until he reaches a point that he's content with, and leaves it at that. The Bluerider doesn't want to be the center of attention, but he also doesn't want to be the wall flower his superiors pass over every time for missions. He wants to be noticed, but only just on the radar. K'thay likes making the people around him happy, but only those people. Outsiders are considered with suspicion, treated cautiously but kept at an arms length, their emotions disregarded until he can figure them out. Usually he's all smiles, but never when under inspection from a superior. When he's with his wing, he's a good little fighter and falls in line easily. No complaints here, thank you. But when he's with good friends, or a woman he's courting, K'thay is the quiet but jolly sort of man. He's not above bringing friends flowers or small things like a bottle of wine either in tough times, or simply as a gesture of good will.
History: Born in the Turn 2989 to a pair of Fort Riders, K'thay was seven when the Dragon War started. Back then he was Kanthanay, a small rambunctious child who wanted nothing more than to become a powerful Bronzerider like his Father's wingleader. They commanded the loyalty of their Riders, and to watch his father train was amazing. He knew little of the problem that was facing their Weyr, other than the fact that the Riders were angry that the Junior Weyrwoman had died from her sickness. The seven year old didn't know that in those times, a Gold normally produced only a single Gold child because there was little need for more, and that the death of the junior gold could spell the end of Fort. No, in his eyes, he thought that Grenostith could just lay another Gold if everyone was so angry about it. But what confused him the most was the fact that the Riders stole eggs from another Weyr. Stealing was bad, he'd gotten punished enough for it to know. Why couldn't Grenostith just clutch her own eggs? It wasn't fair to the other Weyr, even if they didn't like Fort much.
But as soon as the War started, Kanthanay was forced to grow up faster than he would have liked. Both of his parents were wingriders, so that left him alone more often than threadfall would. He could only watch as Fort transformed itself in preparation to survive the War, and transformed itself it did. Torture, the use of slaves, and the sheer military feel of the Weyr rose in strength until even he began to understand that the fighting was a serious matter. But when D'loro took power as Fort's Weyrleader, everything seemed to fall into place. Kanthanay more than ever wanted to be a Rider, to help in the efforts. He wanted to serve under those Riders who he had seen training hard with their wings, he wanted to help defeat Benden. They were going to be victorious!
The turns dragged on. Now twelve, Kanthanay had been chosen as a candidate, but even he could see the war drawing to an end. Fort was going to win, it was almost assured! They were too powerful, too organized to be defeated by Benden. That all changed, when one of the many Bronzeriders he had looked up to, defected to their enemy. It was a devastating blow to them, allowing Benden to rise up once more when they had just about been beaten. When Mian'he took power, everything seemed to slowly begin to unravel. The only good news that turn, was Tollith's birth and impression.
In the Turn 3006, Kanthanay was sixteen, and it was in that Turn he impressed to a snappy little Blue named Castidenloth. It was also the time when the Threadfall returned, surprising the Northern Weyrs into a short stall in the War. When D'loro became Weyrleader again, K'thay was subjected to the intense training that all Riders had to preform. It was exhilarating, but he quickly grew conscious of exactly how well he needed to do if he wanted to survive the War. High proficiency with short range combat led him directly on a path that would teach him the skills of assassination and abduction. It was in this time that he aquired his first set of needles. News of the Southern Weyr began to pick up, starting particularly with the rumor of the break in the Selenitas line. He was still a lowly rider yet, and was not privy to hearing about the more juicy info that the spies reported back. Eventually, he heard through the Weyrgossip, that his leaders were thinking of a possible alliance with Selenitas now that it's laughable 'noble' line had been destroyed.
K'thay was twenty-one when a disaster of almost unimaginable proportions shook Fort to its core. Morsrath appeared during one of Grenostith's flights, and down on the ground, C'leon slaughtered D'loro and Kamerai when they were preoccupied with flight lust. This caused Fort and all of its Riders, to effectively fold in on itself. It was total chaos from K'thay's perspective, and when R'anatar stepped up, the Bluerider's loyalty soon began to slip. R'anatar was nothing like D'loro, he commanded the Weyr through fear and intimidation. In this time, K'thay was terribly glad that he was not a Bronzerider. Being on a threadfighting wing was dangerous, but not compared to what those higher colors who where loyal faced. He and Castidenloth had to be careful, loyal to the ways that D'loro had run the Weyr, the Bluepair had to hide their growing disapproval of the new Weyrleader. Still, they worked and trained, and the Bluepair did their best to stand out just enough so they could be picked for a lesser fighting wing. Threadfighting, although fast paced and intense, wasn't enough for him. He wanted to fight. And in time, one of the Wingleaders finally decided that he might just be promising up and coming rider. And thus, he was assigned to one of the Fighting wings.
He knew he should have fled when most of the other D'loro supporters left, but something kept him at Fort. Fort wasn't clean anymore, not pristine as it had been. There was a invisible grime that seemed to clutch at K'thay until he could no longer handle it. To well had he convinced those around him that he was completely loyal to R'anatar, that he was not part of the group who left to join Benden now that J'lorin had begun to reshape it. That, he thought, had been his last chance to escape. Was he stuck here at this place he no longer felt he could serve willingly? It struck him to his core that Fort was no longer the Weyr it had used to be. But then, came his chance.
During a mission in which he had been assigned, K'thay and Castidenloth had agreed they would fake their deaths. The good little rider was about to disappear. When the Fort Riders where discovered, a small battle ensued. Castidenloth deliberately took a slash to the neck, falling away from the Benden Dragon with a scream. Moments later, they winked between with the pain sharpened image in their minds. Coming out above the Selenitas jungle. Castidenloth fought to right himself in the air, doing so just in time to save them from crashing into the trees below. But the Blue was tired and bleeding, gliding only so far as the edge of the jungle. There they were, at a Weyr that was now Fort's enemy. They were in bad shape, and could only hope that the Selenitas Riders would be polite enough to help them out. They weren't there to fight after all.
Life at Selenitas - 3014
They managed to call for help and to their exhausted delight, received the medical assistance they needed. It was difficult getting Castidenloth to the infirmary but eventually they managed it. K'thay on the other hand, got no reprieve. He was immidietly wisked away for questioning, as to why he was here and what his intentions were. The Bluerider must have convinced the Selenitasian somehow, because after a while he was instructed to go to the mainhall and register himself with the Weyr. Tired and sore, he spent his first night at Selenitas on pins and needles. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. He kept mainly to himself, except in wing drills, and didn't outwardly seek friends. Until he met Serissa. Another Bluerider who had defected from Fort a while before him. She'd been a Junior Weyrling when he'd been a Senior, immedietly they struck up a friendship born of shared pasts.
Not too long after K'thay defected, Fort attacked and destroyed High Reaches Weyr. It was unfortunate that the Selenitas people did not surrender the escapees to their rival, for it forced K'thay to fight against Wings that had carried some of his old friends. He was fortunate though, none of the Wings he battled were the one he had originally rode with. It was a small grace, for those Riders had been his closest friends of all. The rest of the Turn held no real interest for him, it was just hatchings and politics. Though... one of the captured Greenriders was fairly interesting...
A'emi and the New Regieme - 3015
Speaking of Greenriders... that same man soon became one of K'thay's closest and most amusing friends to ever come out of a conversation. A'emi was... well there really aren't very many words one could use to describe him. Either way, K'thay was making friends faster than he had expected. More hatching and politics... and then... Wasteland attacked. K'thay pinned down with his back against a wall, wasn't able to flee with the rest of the escapee's. Forced to stay and watch the Bendeners take over Selenitas, the Bluerider did everything in his power to stay out of their hair, not that he didn't expressly object to the takeover. Once a Fort rider always a Fort Rider. That said it came as a complete shock when he and Serissa were assigned to the Alpha Wing, lead by the Weyrleader himself. The whole arrangement made him uneasy but he knew Benden rules, and he knew better than to object. As if to make matters worse, Millieth rose and was caught by Demotaeth. She clutched. They hatched. Four of her babies were culled. K'thay knew it was going to happen, so when it did, niether he nor Castidenloth reacted to it.
Still trying to survive - 3016
Hyphen gather and another disaster. All K'thay was thankful about was that A'emi's name had not been among the people killed that day. It sounds coldhearted, but he had never been close to the other people. It was depressing though, that Ka'rys had been killed. He really held no love for the man, but the Bronzerider had been amazing at tactics. If the Exiles wanted to return then all their hopes now rested on the few remaining upper ranked men that managed to flee. But what surprised K'thay the most, was when Ja'kin stepped down from his position as Weyrleader. It was an uneasy feeling in an uneasy time...
3017-3019
As life moved on, Pern was determined to throw another wrench into the plans. A massive earthquake just about destroyed Selenitas, which gave the exiles the perfect oportunity to turn the situation to their favor. Suddenly, the two Weyrs were united at a hidden Weyr in the middle of the forest. It was kinda creepy, not gonna lie. Weird creatures attacked in 3018 but aparently the Wherhandlers took care of that. Later part of 3018, Selenitas finally and officially joined the War in alliance with Benden. He was chosen to go with the first wave of Riders, already having knowledge of past Fort battle tactics. It was rather surreal having to wear Benden's colors, and fighting along side them... at that point, he'd worn every single Weyr color (with the exception of highreaches). But despite everything, it was... well... fun to get back into the action again. He'd been raised to be a fighter and nothing really ever felt the same. And he was finally being used for his assassin skills as well as his aerial battle skills. Border skirmishes filled him with both enjoyment and sometimes sorrow. 3019 ushered in true frontal fighting. When Benden attacked full force, K'thay was in one of the wings that appeared to help flank them. The fighting was long and bloody. Once the main fighting was over, and the Fortians were tossed into disarray, K'thay was given time off before being transfered to a hunting wing.
3020-3023
Needless to say when he was discharged from duty, K'thay returned back to Selenitas quite happy. Although the realization that he would no longer be needed as a fighter dawned on him soon after. How would he be able to be satisfied by fighting thread? That was a depressing thing to think about. There was both good and bad news to come out of the summit. Good news: He wasn't a crafter and therefore didn't have to go to a Hold. Bad news: He was being assigned to Inverness and A'emi wasn't going to go with him. The moving itself wasn't a bad thing he supposed, more likely to encounter rogue Fort exiles there than in the south, but leaving a best friend behind wasn't cool. For the friend he left behind, K'thay managed to gain a new one. In 3020 Castidenloth chased and caught Peppeth, a few days later he ran into the Green's rider on his way to lunch. Because there was really nothing better to do, he sat down to eat with Farryl, they ended up bonding over how grumpy they were about being transfered to Inverness. But as the Turns dragged on, and K'thay was able to go and visit Selenitas every so often, he fell into the life of an Inverness Wingrider. His friendship with Farryl also grew, as well as feelings toward her, until just before 3023 when he finally asked her out on a date.
Dragon
Name:Castidenloth
Color: Blue #3232CC
Age: 17
Physical Appearance: An unassuming shade of Blue, Castidenloth is rather unremarkable in terms of color. There are no unusual markings on his hide to distinguish him and when he was younger he could slip into obscurity when surrounded by other Blues. But as the turns passed, his hide has collected more than enough scars to serve as markings. The scars seem to cluster around his legs, but aren't confined to them. Most notably the ones on the bridge of his maw, where a dragon had raked a set of their claws across it. Its obvious that Castidenloth is no stranger to either battle, or the infirmary. He likes his scars, he thinks they are far finer than any spots, stripes or patches the others of his species has. He earned his marks, they were born with them. They meant nothing while he was a virtual scroll of memories, each had its own story.
His height and length are not spectacular either. Castidenloth averages out at the medium length for a Blue, about 27 feet, and he matches the expected height that goes with it. His wings are angled and slightly long, their membranes a slightly lighter color than the rest of his body. They are also his only appendages to bare no scars, other than a triangular nick in the sail of his left wing. Grey talons tip his toes, pearly in sheen compared to the slightly matte color of his hide. His tail is long but generally thicker, making it a weapon with a sting to it if he chose to bash it into someone or something. This Blue has the atypical Dragon neck, regal, long and prone to arch when not actively moving.
Personality: Castidenloth tends to be quiet, reserved and most importantly, secretive. He's social, yes, if only superficially. He is cordial and polite when he does bespeak other Dragons, treating them with a mild amount of respect until it is proven that they deserve more or less than he is willing to give off hand. Its not hard to gain the Blue's friendship, but gaining his trust is another matter, especially when it comes to the Dragons in his Wing. If he is going to have to rely on them to watch his back during threadfall or a battle, he simply wants to be able to whole heartily do so. His mindset is like a Terran soldier, his wingmates are his brothers and sisters despite coming from different dams or sires. Castidenloth forms his closest bonds within a wing, and those Dragons are assured that he will be there to support them. He lives by two words, and they have always pulled him through. Protect and Serve.
Castidenloth will obey his Wingleader without hesitation, Bronzes are the princes and kings of the Weyr for a reason, and the same thing could be said about the lower colors. Born to serve, was he, and the Blue flourished under the strict military control of Fort. But of course, there are two sides to Castidenloth. He might be a vicious fighter and rather refined when he isn't, he can be gentle and sentimental as well. In a... strange round about way. The Blue isn't exactly comfortable when it comes to expressing love or kindness, he is used to having to be the tough silent type to survive. A nudge here, a gentle brush of his mind there, maybe even a few encouraging or comforting words. Small gestures that translate precisely what he wants to convey even though little is said or done. To receive comfort or a gentle sort of kindness from Castidenloth is a true sign of friendship.
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Name: K'thay
Handles: Solan, [Abel]
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Born: August 30, 2989
Physical Appearance: Like his Dragon, K'thay is around the average size for a man his age, topping out at 5 feet 7 and a half. He is slender, but mostly made up of compact muscle from years of rigorous training. Dark Brown hair that is often considered black in the shade, crowns his head in short wavy locks. The sides and back of his hair are cropped closer to his head than the front, giving the top of his head a certain fullness that he tends to mess with. His hair is not very often combed, because he thinks it looks far better messy than it does sleek and slicked back. Light Blue eyes are located under slim eyebrows and, depending on the person, may look out of place on his more masculine face. His distinguishing figure is the goatee he wears trimmed close to his face, brown like his hair it extends back from his chin and sometimes connects to his hair through sideburns. K'thay doesn't always sport the facial hair and will occasionally shave the entire thing off.
He likes to be clean when he can, and finds pleasure in wearing clean clothing. The Bluerider will almost always be found in the morning with a dirt free shirt, though the same shirt might be soiled if checked on at a later time. Its not to say he doesn't mind getting dirty, in fact he enjoys a good day's labor. His clothing style is simple, a tunic with slacks or breaches, the colors always muted unless at a gather. But by far, his favorite outfit consists of dark brown pants, a white long sleeved tunic and a grey vest or jerkin to go over it. K'thay believes its a nice little number that looks good on him in any situation. The Rider wears no jewelry, save for a copper stud in the cartilage of his left ear, and tries to avoid flare or excess unless its needed or required. K'thay is nothing spectacular. He could very well be, just another face in the crowd.
Personality: K'thay is the type of person to remain silent unless he prompts himself to speak. One of the reasons his friends say that Castidenloth is a perfect match for him. Both Rider and Dragon share many of the same attributes, and because of that have been able to develop a deep bond. The Bluerider is very much the observer, but does his best to be amusing when he engages in a conversation. K'thay is generally more open to being kind to others, willing to show them that he does have a softer side. Docile when not provoked, the Bluerider would make a very good pet if he wasn't a human. Sure, he'd probably be a scruffy gaurdcanine, but he's just about as loyal as one when he gives his trust away. But when he is provoked, its hard to predict whether he'll explode or be deadly silent. Although he's proficient with a dagger, its the poison needles that he carries you'll need to look out for. Poisoning people in hand to hand combat is his thing, and he's good at it to. His needles are coated with deadly mixtures that vary in potency depending on which case he takes them from.
K'thay is intelligent, but not very ambitious. He works until he reaches a point that he's content with, and leaves it at that. The Bluerider doesn't want to be the center of attention, but he also doesn't want to be the wall flower his superiors pass over every time for missions. He wants to be noticed, but only just on the radar. K'thay likes making the people around him happy, but only those people. Outsiders are considered with suspicion, treated cautiously but kept at an arms length, their emotions disregarded until he can figure them out. Usually he's all smiles, but never when under inspection from a superior. When he's with his wing, he's a good little fighter and falls in line easily. No complaints here, thank you. But when he's with good friends, or a woman he's courting, K'thay is the quiet but jolly sort of man. He's not above bringing friends flowers or small things like a bottle of wine either in tough times, or simply as a gesture of good will.
History: Born in the Turn 2989 to a pair of Fort Riders, K'thay was seven when the Dragon War started. Back then he was Kanthanay, a small rambunctious child who wanted nothing more than to become a powerful Bronzerider like his Father's wingleader. They commanded the loyalty of their Riders, and to watch his father train was amazing. He knew little of the problem that was facing their Weyr, other than the fact that the Riders were angry that the Junior Weyrwoman had died from her sickness. The seven year old didn't know that in those times, a Gold normally produced only a single Gold child because there was little need for more, and that the death of the junior gold could spell the end of Fort. No, in his eyes, he thought that Grenostith could just lay another Gold if everyone was so angry about it. But what confused him the most was the fact that the Riders stole eggs from another Weyr. Stealing was bad, he'd gotten punished enough for it to know. Why couldn't Grenostith just clutch her own eggs? It wasn't fair to the other Weyr, even if they didn't like Fort much.
But as soon as the War started, Kanthanay was forced to grow up faster than he would have liked. Both of his parents were wingriders, so that left him alone more often than threadfall would. He could only watch as Fort transformed itself in preparation to survive the War, and transformed itself it did. Torture, the use of slaves, and the sheer military feel of the Weyr rose in strength until even he began to understand that the fighting was a serious matter. But when D'loro took power as Fort's Weyrleader, everything seemed to fall into place. Kanthanay more than ever wanted to be a Rider, to help in the efforts. He wanted to serve under those Riders who he had seen training hard with their wings, he wanted to help defeat Benden. They were going to be victorious!
The turns dragged on. Now twelve, Kanthanay had been chosen as a candidate, but even he could see the war drawing to an end. Fort was going to win, it was almost assured! They were too powerful, too organized to be defeated by Benden. That all changed, when one of the many Bronzeriders he had looked up to, defected to their enemy. It was a devastating blow to them, allowing Benden to rise up once more when they had just about been beaten. When Mian'he took power, everything seemed to slowly begin to unravel. The only good news that turn, was Tollith's birth and impression.
In the Turn 3006, Kanthanay was sixteen, and it was in that Turn he impressed to a snappy little Blue named Castidenloth. It was also the time when the Threadfall returned, surprising the Northern Weyrs into a short stall in the War. When D'loro became Weyrleader again, K'thay was subjected to the intense training that all Riders had to preform. It was exhilarating, but he quickly grew conscious of exactly how well he needed to do if he wanted to survive the War. High proficiency with short range combat led him directly on a path that would teach him the skills of assassination and abduction. It was in this time that he aquired his first set of needles. News of the Southern Weyr began to pick up, starting particularly with the rumor of the break in the Selenitas line. He was still a lowly rider yet, and was not privy to hearing about the more juicy info that the spies reported back. Eventually, he heard through the Weyrgossip, that his leaders were thinking of a possible alliance with Selenitas now that it's laughable 'noble' line had been destroyed.
K'thay was twenty-one when a disaster of almost unimaginable proportions shook Fort to its core. Morsrath appeared during one of Grenostith's flights, and down on the ground, C'leon slaughtered D'loro and Kamerai when they were preoccupied with flight lust. This caused Fort and all of its Riders, to effectively fold in on itself. It was total chaos from K'thay's perspective, and when R'anatar stepped up, the Bluerider's loyalty soon began to slip. R'anatar was nothing like D'loro, he commanded the Weyr through fear and intimidation. In this time, K'thay was terribly glad that he was not a Bronzerider. Being on a threadfighting wing was dangerous, but not compared to what those higher colors who where loyal faced. He and Castidenloth had to be careful, loyal to the ways that D'loro had run the Weyr, the Bluepair had to hide their growing disapproval of the new Weyrleader. Still, they worked and trained, and the Bluepair did their best to stand out just enough so they could be picked for a lesser fighting wing. Threadfighting, although fast paced and intense, wasn't enough for him. He wanted to fight. And in time, one of the Wingleaders finally decided that he might just be promising up and coming rider. And thus, he was assigned to one of the Fighting wings.
He knew he should have fled when most of the other D'loro supporters left, but something kept him at Fort. Fort wasn't clean anymore, not pristine as it had been. There was a invisible grime that seemed to clutch at K'thay until he could no longer handle it. To well had he convinced those around him that he was completely loyal to R'anatar, that he was not part of the group who left to join Benden now that J'lorin had begun to reshape it. That, he thought, had been his last chance to escape. Was he stuck here at this place he no longer felt he could serve willingly? It struck him to his core that Fort was no longer the Weyr it had used to be. But then, came his chance.
During a mission in which he had been assigned, K'thay and Castidenloth had agreed they would fake their deaths. The good little rider was about to disappear. When the Fort Riders where discovered, a small battle ensued. Castidenloth deliberately took a slash to the neck, falling away from the Benden Dragon with a scream. Moments later, they winked between with the pain sharpened image in their minds. Coming out above the Selenitas jungle. Castidenloth fought to right himself in the air, doing so just in time to save them from crashing into the trees below. But the Blue was tired and bleeding, gliding only so far as the edge of the jungle. There they were, at a Weyr that was now Fort's enemy. They were in bad shape, and could only hope that the Selenitas Riders would be polite enough to help them out. They weren't there to fight after all.
Life at Selenitas - 3014
They managed to call for help and to their exhausted delight, received the medical assistance they needed. It was difficult getting Castidenloth to the infirmary but eventually they managed it. K'thay on the other hand, got no reprieve. He was immidietly wisked away for questioning, as to why he was here and what his intentions were. The Bluerider must have convinced the Selenitasian somehow, because after a while he was instructed to go to the mainhall and register himself with the Weyr. Tired and sore, he spent his first night at Selenitas on pins and needles. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. He kept mainly to himself, except in wing drills, and didn't outwardly seek friends. Until he met Serissa. Another Bluerider who had defected from Fort a while before him. She'd been a Junior Weyrling when he'd been a Senior, immedietly they struck up a friendship born of shared pasts.
Not too long after K'thay defected, Fort attacked and destroyed High Reaches Weyr. It was unfortunate that the Selenitas people did not surrender the escapees to their rival, for it forced K'thay to fight against Wings that had carried some of his old friends. He was fortunate though, none of the Wings he battled were the one he had originally rode with. It was a small grace, for those Riders had been his closest friends of all. The rest of the Turn held no real interest for him, it was just hatchings and politics. Though... one of the captured Greenriders was fairly interesting...
A'emi and the New Regieme - 3015
Speaking of Greenriders... that same man soon became one of K'thay's closest and most amusing friends to ever come out of a conversation. A'emi was... well there really aren't very many words one could use to describe him. Either way, K'thay was making friends faster than he had expected. More hatching and politics... and then... Wasteland attacked. K'thay pinned down with his back against a wall, wasn't able to flee with the rest of the escapee's. Forced to stay and watch the Bendeners take over Selenitas, the Bluerider did everything in his power to stay out of their hair, not that he didn't expressly object to the takeover. Once a Fort rider always a Fort Rider. That said it came as a complete shock when he and Serissa were assigned to the Alpha Wing, lead by the Weyrleader himself. The whole arrangement made him uneasy but he knew Benden rules, and he knew better than to object. As if to make matters worse, Millieth rose and was caught by Demotaeth. She clutched. They hatched. Four of her babies were culled. K'thay knew it was going to happen, so when it did, niether he nor Castidenloth reacted to it.
Still trying to survive - 3016
Hyphen gather and another disaster. All K'thay was thankful about was that A'emi's name had not been among the people killed that day. It sounds coldhearted, but he had never been close to the other people. It was depressing though, that Ka'rys had been killed. He really held no love for the man, but the Bronzerider had been amazing at tactics. If the Exiles wanted to return then all their hopes now rested on the few remaining upper ranked men that managed to flee. But what surprised K'thay the most, was when Ja'kin stepped down from his position as Weyrleader. It was an uneasy feeling in an uneasy time...
3017-3019
As life moved on, Pern was determined to throw another wrench into the plans. A massive earthquake just about destroyed Selenitas, which gave the exiles the perfect oportunity to turn the situation to their favor. Suddenly, the two Weyrs were united at a hidden Weyr in the middle of the forest. It was kinda creepy, not gonna lie. Weird creatures attacked in 3018 but aparently the Wherhandlers took care of that. Later part of 3018, Selenitas finally and officially joined the War in alliance with Benden. He was chosen to go with the first wave of Riders, already having knowledge of past Fort battle tactics. It was rather surreal having to wear Benden's colors, and fighting along side them... at that point, he'd worn every single Weyr color (with the exception of highreaches). But despite everything, it was... well... fun to get back into the action again. He'd been raised to be a fighter and nothing really ever felt the same. And he was finally being used for his assassin skills as well as his aerial battle skills. Border skirmishes filled him with both enjoyment and sometimes sorrow. 3019 ushered in true frontal fighting. When Benden attacked full force, K'thay was in one of the wings that appeared to help flank them. The fighting was long and bloody. Once the main fighting was over, and the Fortians were tossed into disarray, K'thay was given time off before being transfered to a hunting wing.
3020-3023
Needless to say when he was discharged from duty, K'thay returned back to Selenitas quite happy. Although the realization that he would no longer be needed as a fighter dawned on him soon after. How would he be able to be satisfied by fighting thread? That was a depressing thing to think about. There was both good and bad news to come out of the summit. Good news: He wasn't a crafter and therefore didn't have to go to a Hold. Bad news: He was being assigned to Inverness and A'emi wasn't going to go with him. The moving itself wasn't a bad thing he supposed, more likely to encounter rogue Fort exiles there than in the south, but leaving a best friend behind wasn't cool. For the friend he left behind, K'thay managed to gain a new one. In 3020 Castidenloth chased and caught Peppeth, a few days later he ran into the Green's rider on his way to lunch. Because there was really nothing better to do, he sat down to eat with Farryl, they ended up bonding over how grumpy they were about being transfered to Inverness. But as the Turns dragged on, and K'thay was able to go and visit Selenitas every so often, he fell into the life of an Inverness Wingrider. His friendship with Farryl also grew, as well as feelings toward her, until just before 3023 when he finally asked her out on a date.
Dragon
Name:Castidenloth
Color: Blue #3232CC
Age: 17
Physical Appearance: An unassuming shade of Blue, Castidenloth is rather unremarkable in terms of color. There are no unusual markings on his hide to distinguish him and when he was younger he could slip into obscurity when surrounded by other Blues. But as the turns passed, his hide has collected more than enough scars to serve as markings. The scars seem to cluster around his legs, but aren't confined to them. Most notably the ones on the bridge of his maw, where a dragon had raked a set of their claws across it. Its obvious that Castidenloth is no stranger to either battle, or the infirmary. He likes his scars, he thinks they are far finer than any spots, stripes or patches the others of his species has. He earned his marks, they were born with them. They meant nothing while he was a virtual scroll of memories, each had its own story.
His height and length are not spectacular either. Castidenloth averages out at the medium length for a Blue, about 27 feet, and he matches the expected height that goes with it. His wings are angled and slightly long, their membranes a slightly lighter color than the rest of his body. They are also his only appendages to bare no scars, other than a triangular nick in the sail of his left wing. Grey talons tip his toes, pearly in sheen compared to the slightly matte color of his hide. His tail is long but generally thicker, making it a weapon with a sting to it if he chose to bash it into someone or something. This Blue has the atypical Dragon neck, regal, long and prone to arch when not actively moving.
Personality: Castidenloth tends to be quiet, reserved and most importantly, secretive. He's social, yes, if only superficially. He is cordial and polite when he does bespeak other Dragons, treating them with a mild amount of respect until it is proven that they deserve more or less than he is willing to give off hand. Its not hard to gain the Blue's friendship, but gaining his trust is another matter, especially when it comes to the Dragons in his Wing. If he is going to have to rely on them to watch his back during threadfall or a battle, he simply wants to be able to whole heartily do so. His mindset is like a Terran soldier, his wingmates are his brothers and sisters despite coming from different dams or sires. Castidenloth forms his closest bonds within a wing, and those Dragons are assured that he will be there to support them. He lives by two words, and they have always pulled him through. Protect and Serve.
Castidenloth will obey his Wingleader without hesitation, Bronzes are the princes and kings of the Weyr for a reason, and the same thing could be said about the lower colors. Born to serve, was he, and the Blue flourished under the strict military control of Fort. But of course, there are two sides to Castidenloth. He might be a vicious fighter and rather refined when he isn't, he can be gentle and sentimental as well. In a... strange round about way. The Blue isn't exactly comfortable when it comes to expressing love or kindness, he is used to having to be the tough silent type to survive. A nudge here, a gentle brush of his mind there, maybe even a few encouraging or comforting words. Small gestures that translate precisely what he wants to convey even though little is said or done. To receive comfort or a gentle sort of kindness from Castidenloth is a true sign of friendship.
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