Post by Sebz on Jun 2, 2011 12:14:05 GMT -5
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Age:[/font] 32
Birthday: [/font]February 2990
Gender:[/font] Male
Sexual Orientation:[/font] Bisexual
Rank: Blue Rider
Not the tallest rider ever, R'vor stands at about 5'10. Average just about sums up R'vor, as there is nothing to extraordinarily about it him. A slender nose sets in between two light blue eyes that look grey in the early morning light. His eyes are perhaps the feature that give people a reason to feel uneasy around him, as they are cold and emotionless, and would look at place on a corpse. His face is rectangular in shape, with prominent cheek bones that taper into a cleft chin.
R'vor, like most riders, has skin that is tanned from the time spent outside though there is a definite redish tint that never seems to fade from his cheeks and shoulders, attributed to permanent sun damage. R'vor's time in Selenitas has left him with a smattering of freckles across his skin, leaving no place untouched by the troublesome dots. This was the source of much teasing during his years as a weyrling, as the freckles could easily be mistaken for a mild case of acne that just never seemed to disappear no matter how many times R'vor put soap to skin. For a while, perhaps he wished it was acne, because freckles were permanent and no amount of scrubbing would rid them from his skin. Now older, they are more defined and R'vor has given up, the freckles have become part of his image and are what most people associate his physical appearance with.
Long in leg, R'vor was built for running, and perhaps he would have made a fine runner one day if he had not been searched. He is neither extremely buff or lacking in muscle, it is simply there and definable. He is broad in shoulder, and narrow in waste, his waist, usually accented by his choice in clothes which usually includes a belt. R'vor's hair used to be jet black, but his years of riding have left him with silvery strands intermingling with the black. R'vor likes to keep cleanly shaven, but he's usually found with a persistent stubble on his chin and temple. Certainly not the most handsome man at the Weyr, he does have a rather cheeky charm that is only emphasized by his personality.
R'vor is possibly the most annoying person to walk pern. He just can't shut up. He acts the same around everybody, though his often witty remarks and talkative nature is often perceived as one of two things. Some find him quite irritation while other's think that he is extremely funny; it just depends on the personality of the person or people his is interacting with. He talks so much that it seems to be impossible that a few lies haven't let his lips. Labeled a liar by his friends, he defies this label and insists that he never tells mistruths, and technically he's right. The Blue rider is more likely to hold back facts or simply manipulate the truth, which he does quite a lot. Quick on his feet, R'vor has the talents of both wriggling out of bad situations, and making them seem a lot less serious than they actual are. Quite the extrovert, R'vor is determined to make an impression on everybody that he meets, be it good or bad. His wit and love of glib are perhaps the reasons why R'vor can't keep his thoughts to himself. If he thinks of a witty comment, he just absolutely must share it with anybody in the vicinity. Likewise, if he has a problem with someone, he will immediately tell them what the problem is, and why it their fault that he is annoyed with them.
R'vor is actually quite bright and is skilled at finding the solutions to problems, though his motivation for finding the answer ends at just that- he has in intention at actual solving the problem he his faced with, he is content with just knowing that he can. Terribly manipulative at times, he sometimes get caught up in his own web of half truth's. R'vor is a tad self-absorbed, and doesn't always think of others as much as himself. If he does something for himself that benefits others, well that's fine and dandy, but he will not go out of his way to appease others. R'vor lives to be in the limelight, and will do most anything to seize it. A fan of surprising and shocking people, he loves to play pranks and generally just have a good time. R'vor doesn't have any boundaries and can easily go to far in an attempt to have some fun.
He has next to no temper, and perhaps that's why more often than not he finds himself to be the butt of the jokes- he would never retaliate. But he doesn't really mind, as long as somebody is enjoying themselves, even at his own expense, he finds it to be great fun. However, stuffing down his emotions is not healthy, and one of these days, somethings going to set him off. It will not be a pretty site when this emotional time bomb's fuse runs out. The only strong emotion that R'vor doesn't seem to hide away is passion. He wear's his heart on his sleeve and when he finds somebody he want's to be with, he will give them his love without restraint as well as becoming fiercely protective of them. If his love interest does not return the feelings, he remains oblivious to it no matter how many hints his would be lover drops until he is told in plain language. He then tends to sink into state of depression that lasts until he finds another person of interest and promptly becomes infatuated again.
Since joining the weyr, he began to develop a cynical side. Seeing violence and murders at a young age has affected him, and he, at times, becomes cold and aloof. He has had a good sense of self-preservation, and detest conflict of any kind. However, when thrown into conflict, Piwoth's personality rubs off onto him and he becomes ruthless and bloodthirsty- and he absolutely hates that about himself.
Pre- Weyr Life
The identity of R'vor's, known then as Rishavor, father could never be confirmed, but the consensus of his mother and the rest of the drudges at Blossom was that it was indeed the Lord Holder. From birth, R'vor resembled the Lord Holder from his dark hair to his almond shaped eyes, though he had inherited the almost grey coloration from his mother. While never recognized by his father, her grew up in Blossom, and his probable parentage coupled with his mother's tendency to spoil him allowed R'vor to have a very relaxed and easy childhood
As a child, R'vor had a small group of friends that he seemed to revolve around him, and though he was never the leader of the group, he was the creative one of the group that came up with new things to do though never volunteering to execute them. Those outside of his close knit group tended to dislike the boy and his teasing and wry comments, and they often become the target of his playful teasing, though more often than not it was not viewed as 'playful.'
When he was a few years older, his desire to be the center of attention surfaced. At first R'vor wished to gain the lime light in legitimate ways, he spent hours at a time honing his talents, the boy was very musically inclined as well as talented with healing, as well as dedicating large amounts of his day's to studying. He figured that if he was knowledgeable, people would respect him and come to him for advise. But this method of gaining attention was to slow, so eventually he turned to most outrageous methods that involved either making a fool of himself or others. It was all in good natured fun, but it usually ended up in him getting in trouble. But he didn't care, he got his fifteen minutes of fame and that's all that mattered
R'vor was sent to Healer Hall at Southern when he was at ten to become an apprentice. Not the most exceptional healer in his class, he was often overlooked and deemed average. This did not please the boy, as attention seemed to be only given to those apprentices at each end of the extremes. Since R'vor had no chance of becoming one of the top in class, he aimed low and soon was the worst. Never doing chores, going to lessons, or really anything that Healer apprentices were supposed to do, he became a problem quickly for the Journeymen and Masters alike. R'vor learned absolutely nothing at his time as an apprentice, and he didn't give a darn. He was getting the attention that he wanted, mind you it was negative attention, but it didn't matter. He was finally getting noticed.
He was about to be kicked out when the Selenitas dragons came on search. The greenrider instructed all those of age, twelve and up, to stand in the front and be expected. Though only eleven, R'vor got in line, mildly surprised when none of the Journeymen objected. They were just all crossing their fingers, hoping that by some miracle the difficult child would be searched and be out of their hair once and for all. He was deemed acceptable and taken away, much to everybody at the Healer Hall's delight. R'vor was not particularly interested in dragonriding itself, but he was enamored with the prestige that accompanied the rider's knots. In his mind, impressing meant insta fame.
3001- 3002
Selenitas weyr became his home, and he fit right in despite being the youngest of the candidates searched. He befriended those around him, though while he may have called them 'friends', his so called friends just put up with him. Nevertheless, R'vor loved the weyr life, it was so much more fast paced than life at Blossom had been, even though it was harder to make a name for himself. His exposure to the dragonriders and their dragons changed him subtlety, he began to appreciate that the world did not revolve around him, a revaluation for the slightly egotistical boy.
The day that the clutch hatched, the clutch being the second to last clutch Fath would ever lay, though this was not known at the time, he did get a share of the limelight, as all candidates did. Usually ranked lowest in the weyr, the day of impression elevated them to the most important, a fact that R'vor relished. He stood on the sands, relieved that during the time before the hatching he had indeed turned twelve, becoming of legitimate age to be a candidate, and watched without moving as the eggs began to crack.
A few impressions were made without incident, and R'vor began to relax. His attention was drawn to the largest egg in the lot as it began to splinter, the one that everybody hoped concealed and gold dragonet, and watched with fascination as a large bronze dragonet tumbled out. A bronze, the most prestigious of male dragons, and therefore, obviously destined to impress R'vor. the candidate straightened up, preparing to bask in the glory of the impending impression, when another egg cracked, and a green dragonet made a beeline towards him. R'vor mine, you are /mine/. Stop looking at me like that, your Blue Piwoth demands that you feed me. The only question that escaped the newly dubbed R'vor's lips, was "Are you sure your not green?" a question which earned him an annoyed prod from Piwoth's tale that knocked him to the ground. And so R'vor met his mind mate. The clutch unfortunately didn't contain a golden queen, much to the uneasiness of the people in Selenitas. Fath was still the only fertile female. What if something was to happen to her?
3003-3010
Piwoth and R'vor went through weyrling training without anything out of the ordanary occuring, and the return of thread was not troubling to the young R'vor, who was to besotted with the gender confused Piwoth to care what was happening, but the rest of the weyr was thrown into a panic. Firestone was being mined at a frenzied pace and for the first time in turns, tactics to destroy the thread were incorporated into weyrlings lessons.He also hadn't been in Selentias long enough to understand the magnitude of Aslath's rejection of Seresta over Shmee, though he did enjoy watching the hatching and the feast after it.
Sera's death did effect him though. He had never known her personally, but when Sera died and her gold betweened, he was filled with the worst feeling of mourning he had ever experienced, doubled when Piwoth's grief crossed the mental link. He had been oiling his still dragon and he had immediately known when the weyrwoman passed. This was his first exposure to dragon death, and he finally understood why dragon death affected the weyr so negatively, and further more, how why it was imperative that dragon must never fight dragon.
Kaegans arrival brought with it the rumors of drugs being administered to dragons in Benden. The fleeing gold pair's arrival had an unforeseen consequence. Up until then, Benden and Fort had not laid it's power hungry gaze upon Selenitas, but now with Kaegan taking refuge there, Selenitas was now put into the spotlight.
R'vor didn't have a problem with Kaegan himself, but Piwoth remained untrusting of the gold pair, but never validated his dislike when R'vor pressed him. As Fath's last clutch began to near hatching, Piwoth, much to R'vor's amusement, became extremely fascinated with the clutch, and it was not above him to perch near the hatching sands and just watch them for hours.
R'vor dismissed his dragon's strange behavior, at least until the eggs started to crack. Deformities. Almost every dragon had them. R'vor was not week at heart, but some of the deformities made him squeamish, and Powith did not react much better, his eyes seemed to turn permanently red in response to his distress. With Shmee conspicuously missing from the already tense hatching feast, rumors began to spread. Was the deformities the result of the supposed drugs? Shmee returned days later, though R'vor never found out where she had been. Something had changed her, for better of force worse R'vor couldn't tell. Either way, she had returned just in time for her gold's first flight, which was interrupted by a Benden Bronze, but the bronze was unsuccessful, and Aslath's first clutch was thankfully normal.
The next turn was chaotic for R'vor and Powith. A dragonhealer admitted to drugging Fath, and we killed much to Powith's pleasure. The dragon's bloodlust seemed to be growing, and continued to do so the weyrling massacre that followed soon after. The rest of the turn was horrible, and R'vor to this day continues to try and block it out. Between the murder of Fort's Weyrleaders to the invasion of Benden, R'vor was overwhelmed, and only Powith's presence kept him at Selenitas.
3011-3018
Somehow managing to escape harm throughout the crazy years prior, during the relitily calm year of 3011 disaster struck for the pair. During a thread fall, Piwoth came out of between, right into a clump of thread, and his wing was scored badly. Piwoth went crashing to the ground, screaming in pain as R'vor was thrown from the dragon's back. The safety straps he had made saved his life, but his ankles were both broken as the straps yanked him out of the air.
Piwoth was saved by a low flying brown, but R'vor learned this only after he came out of a coma. Piwoth's thread wounds healed, with minimal scarring. R'vor's ankles took a bit longer, but after a few months of rehabilitation, they were back to where they were before the accident. While R'vor was conscienceless, Shmee had been killed and Kaegan took over, much to Piwoth's displeasure.
R'vor healed just in time to partake in the Bendan Seige of Selenitas. He had been awake, actually he had been using the lou, when the first of the Benden dragon's poured into the weyr. The bloodbath commensed and R'vor watched his friends fall to their death. Piwoth's bloodlust overtook R'vor and he took a fair amount of lives that night. Cl'eon's death brought about the end of the Seige, and R'vor was left lying on the ground, nursing a wounded shoulder and clutching a knife bathed in his victims' blood. Repulsed by what he had done, a rift began to form between himself and his dragon, a rift which would not be mended for years to come.
R'vor hated Benden, in his mind they had turned him and his dragon into a killing monster. He became aloof, not caring about his comrades or the weyr itself. So what if more dragon's hatched, so what if reimpressions occurred. R'vor's cynical mind led him to believe that with each impression made, i was just another pair to add to the fight with the north, and eventually, they would either be forced to take other's lives or die themselves.
His obsession with the conflict with Benden consumed him for months. Perhaps that's why he was so appalled when the alliance between Selenitas and Benden was formed.
When the river was poisoned, it was pure luck that Piwoth never to a drink, as so many other's had done. Perhaps it wasn't just luck though, R'vor noticed over the years the the blue had an acute sense of when something was not quite right, and took great lengths to avoid that something. Many became victim to the poisoning, but R'vor just didn't care. Hardened by the deaths he had witnessed from a young age, he had grown to only look out himself and his dragon, though he was still unhappy with Piwoth's love of killing.
Wasteland take over of Selenitas was the next even that directly affected the bluerider. Millienth had surrendered to avoid more death, but in doing so she lost the support of many Selenitas natives, R'vor included. He was aware that a few riders had escaped the takeover, and was pleased they had, though he had no intention of leaving his home. During this time, Piwoth and R'vor began to heal the rift that had formed between them, and they were effectively reconciled when they raised their voices together in protest of the culling of four deformed dragonet's in one of Millienth's clutches by the rider known as Ze'ves. R'vor began to rethink his definition of home, Selenitas was not what it used to be.
The discovery of the Burimyu riders at the Hyphen gather game R'vor hope. He wanted them to succeed, and more importantly, he wanted the to survive. R'vor and Piwoth began quietly rebelling against Wasteland weyr in whatever way they could. Though not caught yet, the pair continue to be cautious, well aware that dissenters of wasteland often find themselves put to death.
At the onset of the earthquake and the destruction of Selenitas, R'vor found his whole life being uprooted. Buriymu became his new home, and though they adapted quickly, they mourned the loss of their comrades. Rebuilding their life took time, but with their new found allies, they began the process which would take months.
3018- 3023
Much to R'vors and Piwoth's disgust, the pair found themselves wearing Bendan Colors earlly in the turn of 3018. They were sent to join forces with Bendan wings to participate in small squirmishes with fort. Piwoth's hatred of Bendan was slowly eroded with his bloodlust, which further disturbed his rider. R'vor never quite accepted working with the Bendan riders, but he wasn't stupid enough to voice his distaste.
At the beginning of 3019, Selenitas began the final siege. R'vor and Piwoth found themselves taking place in the ariel assault on Fort Weyr. Piwoth kept them safe, proving himself once again the be a dangerous dragon once first blood was drawn, and he fought ruthlessly and viciously for his weyr and his friends. He suffered of large scratch to his belly, but that only deterred the blue slightly as he fought.
With the downfall of Fort and the call for a Pern-Wide Summit, R'vor found himself saying good bye to many of his friends and comrades who were to be transferred away from Selenitas to the new weyr, Inervous, as well as the holds, including one of his friends whom he cared for, Serissa. Piwoth became unrestless in the turns that followed, after getting a taste for the violence of war, he craved for more, which continues to worry R'vor to know. Perhaps even more unsettling is that R'vor, now 32, is still as virgin.
Piwoth
Species: Dragon
Color: Blue 009955
Looks too: R'vor
Age: 14 years
Appearance: Gender confusion, thy name is Piwoth. From a distance, Piwoth's hue is sea green, though the tips of his extremities tend to lie towards more turquoise. A smattering of dark blue is smeared across his wings. The only problem with his coloration is that Piwoth demands that he is in fact a blue, and will bite anybody's head off who says otherwise, and he's right. Upon closer examination, the color of the dragon is most certainly, blue. Perhaps the confusion comes from the fact that he has not one base color, but three, and they all seem to be differant shades of turqoise. Another characteristic that shows Piwoth's "true colors" is his size. Piwoth is rather large for a blue, far to large to be a green. Eaither way, it is possible for someone to mix up his coloration, but they will be corrected by a very snarky Piwoth that even if R'vor seemed effeminate, he was most certainly not.
His appendages are propotrionate to his body in all regards, excluding his tail. His tail is about one and a half times longer than it should be, as well as being thin and whip like. Piwoth doesn't like it to drag, so he tends to flick it up and around his shoulder, quite a sight to behold. Piwoth's face is pointed and angled, and that coupled with his pearly white fangs and claws gives him a truly dangerous appearance. He has exceptional control of his body, and though he will never be the fasted nor agile of whatever color he many be he has excellent aim and can aim and hit anything that he can see. His eye sight is rather exceptional as well, though it is lacking when there is no light available.
Personality: Piwoth doesn't act like a blue or even a green, instead he parades around like he is a bronze, and not just a bronze, the best bronze to ever grace pern. He is however, perhaps he bossiest blue to ever walk the planet, and is not above demanding things from dragons and riders alike who rank far above him. This blue loves the golds, and will chase them from time to time. At the very least, he will allow them to cuddle with him, when he wants to of course!
Overly protective of his rider, he is not above pointing out that everything and anyone is not good enough for his R'vorMine. Piwoth on occasion, when growing jelous of someone who R'vor is spending excessive amounts of time with, when R'vor really should be using that time to oil him and making Piwoth even more pretty than he already is, has been known to physically pick up the offending person and take him as far away from R'vor as possible. Piwoth demands his rider's full attention, at all times. R'vor better not ever think of getting emotionally involved in anyone else, because obviously whoever he chooses simply cannot be as amazing as his Piwoth. Piwoth is also very attuned to disturbances, and it is not surprising for him to become ancy around things that are simply not right, though nobody may know it.
The blue also has a rather darker side. Though usually under control, Piwoth has a great bloodlust, and when it surfaces, he becomes a monster. Piwoth can get very ugly, very fast. Claws and teeth aren't just there for decoration, he will hurt things, and do so with great pleasure. R'vor has to work hard to keep him civil, but whenever his rider or friends are in danger, he turns downright vicious. Killing and death doesn't bother the blue, as long as the person being killed isn't himself or his. He gains great delight in the act of causing pain to those he doesn't like, it is decidedly satisfying every time he takes a life, which disturbs his rider greatly.
Pisero
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Base: FFFFFF; Markings: FFCC66
Looks too: R'vor
Hatched: December 3016
Appearance: White salamandyrs are small to start with, but his (he is actually gender neutral but it’s best not to remind him of such) body will never be longer than the length of the first two knuckles of a man’s middle finger. He is also even thinner than might be expected of a ‘mandyr of such diminutive size. His tail is longer, too, managing to be two and a half times longer than his body. Easily long enough to wrap around a wrist. Eyes appear to be slanted, his wings thin and well-large enough to glide and even fly for very short distances if weather conditions are perfect.
There is absolutely no doubt that he is white. Pure, snow white is his hide, and rather than the spots that most of the chromatic colors sport, instead fine filigree-thin lines of a golden hue twine along the length of his body in random winding patterns, making him shimmer in any sort of light even when holding still. Wings and frill are transparent but for a single red blotch on the left side of his frill that vaguely resembles a heart. (An actual heart, not a pansy stylized one.)
Personality: If this white is mute, he certainly isn’t silent. He has an opinion on just about everything. His will be graced with constant (pictoral) criticism of everything people are doing and saying around the two. In fact, he blatantly mocks them all to His while presenting the image of a sweet, demure little white to everyone else if he bothers to speak to them through images at all. This salamandyr also happens to be very good at communicating what he thinks in exaggerated caricature. Yes, his images can be quite amusing, but it’s best not to laugh; if you insult him he will bombard you with a kaleidoscope of vibrant mind-splitting colors flashed at migraine-inducing speed until you apologize properly.
In terms of behavior, this white is a pretty active little guy. He doesn’t often spend more than a couple of minutes at a time apart from His, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t get around. From the moment of his hatching he has been expert at Betweening and only becomes more so as time goes on. Anyone he deems particularly idiotic or hypocritical or merely interesting he is likely to check up on several times a day so he can report his findings back to His, emerging from Between to silently curl around R’vor’s wrist. Naturally he is sexless and does not Chase, but he does like to chase female (and homosexual male) salamandyrs just so he can snub them when they choose him and disappear Between to laugh at the idiots with His as audience.
R’vor is for the most part exempt from his salamandyr’s derision and criticisms. All but for one aspect: meat. The white salamandyr absolutely abhors meat (and anyone who eats meat by extension) with a passion. Absolutely no meat ever for him or His. Should the man forget, he will be reminded forcefully by the white, and should he ignore his pet, the salamandyr will both shun his person and refuse to stop showing images of shriveled male parts day and night until R’vor both purges himself and apologizes profusely. That meat simply is unclean.
Age:[/font] 32
Birthday: [/font]February 2990
Gender:[/font] Male
Sexual Orientation:[/font] Bisexual
Rank: Blue Rider
Physical Appearance:
Not the tallest rider ever, R'vor stands at about 5'10. Average just about sums up R'vor, as there is nothing to extraordinarily about it him. A slender nose sets in between two light blue eyes that look grey in the early morning light. His eyes are perhaps the feature that give people a reason to feel uneasy around him, as they are cold and emotionless, and would look at place on a corpse. His face is rectangular in shape, with prominent cheek bones that taper into a cleft chin.
R'vor, like most riders, has skin that is tanned from the time spent outside though there is a definite redish tint that never seems to fade from his cheeks and shoulders, attributed to permanent sun damage. R'vor's time in Selenitas has left him with a smattering of freckles across his skin, leaving no place untouched by the troublesome dots. This was the source of much teasing during his years as a weyrling, as the freckles could easily be mistaken for a mild case of acne that just never seemed to disappear no matter how many times R'vor put soap to skin. For a while, perhaps he wished it was acne, because freckles were permanent and no amount of scrubbing would rid them from his skin. Now older, they are more defined and R'vor has given up, the freckles have become part of his image and are what most people associate his physical appearance with.
Long in leg, R'vor was built for running, and perhaps he would have made a fine runner one day if he had not been searched. He is neither extremely buff or lacking in muscle, it is simply there and definable. He is broad in shoulder, and narrow in waste, his waist, usually accented by his choice in clothes which usually includes a belt. R'vor's hair used to be jet black, but his years of riding have left him with silvery strands intermingling with the black. R'vor likes to keep cleanly shaven, but he's usually found with a persistent stubble on his chin and temple. Certainly not the most handsome man at the Weyr, he does have a rather cheeky charm that is only emphasized by his personality.
Personality: ~Silence is Golden, but Duct Tape is Silver~
R'vor is possibly the most annoying person to walk pern. He just can't shut up. He acts the same around everybody, though his often witty remarks and talkative nature is often perceived as one of two things. Some find him quite irritation while other's think that he is extremely funny; it just depends on the personality of the person or people his is interacting with. He talks so much that it seems to be impossible that a few lies haven't let his lips. Labeled a liar by his friends, he defies this label and insists that he never tells mistruths, and technically he's right. The Blue rider is more likely to hold back facts or simply manipulate the truth, which he does quite a lot. Quick on his feet, R'vor has the talents of both wriggling out of bad situations, and making them seem a lot less serious than they actual are. Quite the extrovert, R'vor is determined to make an impression on everybody that he meets, be it good or bad. His wit and love of glib are perhaps the reasons why R'vor can't keep his thoughts to himself. If he thinks of a witty comment, he just absolutely must share it with anybody in the vicinity. Likewise, if he has a problem with someone, he will immediately tell them what the problem is, and why it their fault that he is annoyed with them.
R'vor is actually quite bright and is skilled at finding the solutions to problems, though his motivation for finding the answer ends at just that- he has in intention at actual solving the problem he his faced with, he is content with just knowing that he can. Terribly manipulative at times, he sometimes get caught up in his own web of half truth's. R'vor is a tad self-absorbed, and doesn't always think of others as much as himself. If he does something for himself that benefits others, well that's fine and dandy, but he will not go out of his way to appease others. R'vor lives to be in the limelight, and will do most anything to seize it. A fan of surprising and shocking people, he loves to play pranks and generally just have a good time. R'vor doesn't have any boundaries and can easily go to far in an attempt to have some fun.
He has next to no temper, and perhaps that's why more often than not he finds himself to be the butt of the jokes- he would never retaliate. But he doesn't really mind, as long as somebody is enjoying themselves, even at his own expense, he finds it to be great fun. However, stuffing down his emotions is not healthy, and one of these days, somethings going to set him off. It will not be a pretty site when this emotional time bomb's fuse runs out. The only strong emotion that R'vor doesn't seem to hide away is passion. He wear's his heart on his sleeve and when he finds somebody he want's to be with, he will give them his love without restraint as well as becoming fiercely protective of them. If his love interest does not return the feelings, he remains oblivious to it no matter how many hints his would be lover drops until he is told in plain language. He then tends to sink into state of depression that lasts until he finds another person of interest and promptly becomes infatuated again.
Since joining the weyr, he began to develop a cynical side. Seeing violence and murders at a young age has affected him, and he, at times, becomes cold and aloof. He has had a good sense of self-preservation, and detest conflict of any kind. However, when thrown into conflict, Piwoth's personality rubs off onto him and he becomes ruthless and bloodthirsty- and he absolutely hates that about himself.
History:
Pre- Weyr Life
The identity of R'vor's, known then as Rishavor, father could never be confirmed, but the consensus of his mother and the rest of the drudges at Blossom was that it was indeed the Lord Holder. From birth, R'vor resembled the Lord Holder from his dark hair to his almond shaped eyes, though he had inherited the almost grey coloration from his mother. While never recognized by his father, her grew up in Blossom, and his probable parentage coupled with his mother's tendency to spoil him allowed R'vor to have a very relaxed and easy childhood
As a child, R'vor had a small group of friends that he seemed to revolve around him, and though he was never the leader of the group, he was the creative one of the group that came up with new things to do though never volunteering to execute them. Those outside of his close knit group tended to dislike the boy and his teasing and wry comments, and they often become the target of his playful teasing, though more often than not it was not viewed as 'playful.'
When he was a few years older, his desire to be the center of attention surfaced. At first R'vor wished to gain the lime light in legitimate ways, he spent hours at a time honing his talents, the boy was very musically inclined as well as talented with healing, as well as dedicating large amounts of his day's to studying. He figured that if he was knowledgeable, people would respect him and come to him for advise. But this method of gaining attention was to slow, so eventually he turned to most outrageous methods that involved either making a fool of himself or others. It was all in good natured fun, but it usually ended up in him getting in trouble. But he didn't care, he got his fifteen minutes of fame and that's all that mattered
R'vor was sent to Healer Hall at Southern when he was at ten to become an apprentice. Not the most exceptional healer in his class, he was often overlooked and deemed average. This did not please the boy, as attention seemed to be only given to those apprentices at each end of the extremes. Since R'vor had no chance of becoming one of the top in class, he aimed low and soon was the worst. Never doing chores, going to lessons, or really anything that Healer apprentices were supposed to do, he became a problem quickly for the Journeymen and Masters alike. R'vor learned absolutely nothing at his time as an apprentice, and he didn't give a darn. He was getting the attention that he wanted, mind you it was negative attention, but it didn't matter. He was finally getting noticed.
He was about to be kicked out when the Selenitas dragons came on search. The greenrider instructed all those of age, twelve and up, to stand in the front and be expected. Though only eleven, R'vor got in line, mildly surprised when none of the Journeymen objected. They were just all crossing their fingers, hoping that by some miracle the difficult child would be searched and be out of their hair once and for all. He was deemed acceptable and taken away, much to everybody at the Healer Hall's delight. R'vor was not particularly interested in dragonriding itself, but he was enamored with the prestige that accompanied the rider's knots. In his mind, impressing meant insta fame.
3001- 3002
Selenitas weyr became his home, and he fit right in despite being the youngest of the candidates searched. He befriended those around him, though while he may have called them 'friends', his so called friends just put up with him. Nevertheless, R'vor loved the weyr life, it was so much more fast paced than life at Blossom had been, even though it was harder to make a name for himself. His exposure to the dragonriders and their dragons changed him subtlety, he began to appreciate that the world did not revolve around him, a revaluation for the slightly egotistical boy.
The day that the clutch hatched, the clutch being the second to last clutch Fath would ever lay, though this was not known at the time, he did get a share of the limelight, as all candidates did. Usually ranked lowest in the weyr, the day of impression elevated them to the most important, a fact that R'vor relished. He stood on the sands, relieved that during the time before the hatching he had indeed turned twelve, becoming of legitimate age to be a candidate, and watched without moving as the eggs began to crack.
A few impressions were made without incident, and R'vor began to relax. His attention was drawn to the largest egg in the lot as it began to splinter, the one that everybody hoped concealed and gold dragonet, and watched with fascination as a large bronze dragonet tumbled out. A bronze, the most prestigious of male dragons, and therefore, obviously destined to impress R'vor. the candidate straightened up, preparing to bask in the glory of the impending impression, when another egg cracked, and a green dragonet made a beeline towards him. R'vor mine, you are /mine/. Stop looking at me like that, your Blue Piwoth demands that you feed me. The only question that escaped the newly dubbed R'vor's lips, was "Are you sure your not green?" a question which earned him an annoyed prod from Piwoth's tale that knocked him to the ground. And so R'vor met his mind mate. The clutch unfortunately didn't contain a golden queen, much to the uneasiness of the people in Selenitas. Fath was still the only fertile female. What if something was to happen to her?
3003-3010
Piwoth and R'vor went through weyrling training without anything out of the ordanary occuring, and the return of thread was not troubling to the young R'vor, who was to besotted with the gender confused Piwoth to care what was happening, but the rest of the weyr was thrown into a panic. Firestone was being mined at a frenzied pace and for the first time in turns, tactics to destroy the thread were incorporated into weyrlings lessons.He also hadn't been in Selentias long enough to understand the magnitude of Aslath's rejection of Seresta over Shmee, though he did enjoy watching the hatching and the feast after it.
Sera's death did effect him though. He had never known her personally, but when Sera died and her gold betweened, he was filled with the worst feeling of mourning he had ever experienced, doubled when Piwoth's grief crossed the mental link. He had been oiling his still dragon and he had immediately known when the weyrwoman passed. This was his first exposure to dragon death, and he finally understood why dragon death affected the weyr so negatively, and further more, how why it was imperative that dragon must never fight dragon.
Kaegans arrival brought with it the rumors of drugs being administered to dragons in Benden. The fleeing gold pair's arrival had an unforeseen consequence. Up until then, Benden and Fort had not laid it's power hungry gaze upon Selenitas, but now with Kaegan taking refuge there, Selenitas was now put into the spotlight.
R'vor didn't have a problem with Kaegan himself, but Piwoth remained untrusting of the gold pair, but never validated his dislike when R'vor pressed him. As Fath's last clutch began to near hatching, Piwoth, much to R'vor's amusement, became extremely fascinated with the clutch, and it was not above him to perch near the hatching sands and just watch them for hours.
R'vor dismissed his dragon's strange behavior, at least until the eggs started to crack. Deformities. Almost every dragon had them. R'vor was not week at heart, but some of the deformities made him squeamish, and Powith did not react much better, his eyes seemed to turn permanently red in response to his distress. With Shmee conspicuously missing from the already tense hatching feast, rumors began to spread. Was the deformities the result of the supposed drugs? Shmee returned days later, though R'vor never found out where she had been. Something had changed her, for better of force worse R'vor couldn't tell. Either way, she had returned just in time for her gold's first flight, which was interrupted by a Benden Bronze, but the bronze was unsuccessful, and Aslath's first clutch was thankfully normal.
The next turn was chaotic for R'vor and Powith. A dragonhealer admitted to drugging Fath, and we killed much to Powith's pleasure. The dragon's bloodlust seemed to be growing, and continued to do so the weyrling massacre that followed soon after. The rest of the turn was horrible, and R'vor to this day continues to try and block it out. Between the murder of Fort's Weyrleaders to the invasion of Benden, R'vor was overwhelmed, and only Powith's presence kept him at Selenitas.
3011-3018
Somehow managing to escape harm throughout the crazy years prior, during the relitily calm year of 3011 disaster struck for the pair. During a thread fall, Piwoth came out of between, right into a clump of thread, and his wing was scored badly. Piwoth went crashing to the ground, screaming in pain as R'vor was thrown from the dragon's back. The safety straps he had made saved his life, but his ankles were both broken as the straps yanked him out of the air.
Piwoth was saved by a low flying brown, but R'vor learned this only after he came out of a coma. Piwoth's thread wounds healed, with minimal scarring. R'vor's ankles took a bit longer, but after a few months of rehabilitation, they were back to where they were before the accident. While R'vor was conscienceless, Shmee had been killed and Kaegan took over, much to Piwoth's displeasure.
R'vor healed just in time to partake in the Bendan Seige of Selenitas. He had been awake, actually he had been using the lou, when the first of the Benden dragon's poured into the weyr. The bloodbath commensed and R'vor watched his friends fall to their death. Piwoth's bloodlust overtook R'vor and he took a fair amount of lives that night. Cl'eon's death brought about the end of the Seige, and R'vor was left lying on the ground, nursing a wounded shoulder and clutching a knife bathed in his victims' blood. Repulsed by what he had done, a rift began to form between himself and his dragon, a rift which would not be mended for years to come.
R'vor hated Benden, in his mind they had turned him and his dragon into a killing monster. He became aloof, not caring about his comrades or the weyr itself. So what if more dragon's hatched, so what if reimpressions occurred. R'vor's cynical mind led him to believe that with each impression made, i was just another pair to add to the fight with the north, and eventually, they would either be forced to take other's lives or die themselves.
His obsession with the conflict with Benden consumed him for months. Perhaps that's why he was so appalled when the alliance between Selenitas and Benden was formed.
When the river was poisoned, it was pure luck that Piwoth never to a drink, as so many other's had done. Perhaps it wasn't just luck though, R'vor noticed over the years the the blue had an acute sense of when something was not quite right, and took great lengths to avoid that something. Many became victim to the poisoning, but R'vor just didn't care. Hardened by the deaths he had witnessed from a young age, he had grown to only look out himself and his dragon, though he was still unhappy with Piwoth's love of killing.
Wasteland take over of Selenitas was the next even that directly affected the bluerider. Millienth had surrendered to avoid more death, but in doing so she lost the support of many Selenitas natives, R'vor included. He was aware that a few riders had escaped the takeover, and was pleased they had, though he had no intention of leaving his home. During this time, Piwoth and R'vor began to heal the rift that had formed between them, and they were effectively reconciled when they raised their voices together in protest of the culling of four deformed dragonet's in one of Millienth's clutches by the rider known as Ze'ves. R'vor began to rethink his definition of home, Selenitas was not what it used to be.
The discovery of the Burimyu riders at the Hyphen gather game R'vor hope. He wanted them to succeed, and more importantly, he wanted the to survive. R'vor and Piwoth began quietly rebelling against Wasteland weyr in whatever way they could. Though not caught yet, the pair continue to be cautious, well aware that dissenters of wasteland often find themselves put to death.
At the onset of the earthquake and the destruction of Selenitas, R'vor found his whole life being uprooted. Buriymu became his new home, and though they adapted quickly, they mourned the loss of their comrades. Rebuilding their life took time, but with their new found allies, they began the process which would take months.
3018- 3023
Much to R'vors and Piwoth's disgust, the pair found themselves wearing Bendan Colors earlly in the turn of 3018. They were sent to join forces with Bendan wings to participate in small squirmishes with fort. Piwoth's hatred of Bendan was slowly eroded with his bloodlust, which further disturbed his rider. R'vor never quite accepted working with the Bendan riders, but he wasn't stupid enough to voice his distaste.
At the beginning of 3019, Selenitas began the final siege. R'vor and Piwoth found themselves taking place in the ariel assault on Fort Weyr. Piwoth kept them safe, proving himself once again the be a dangerous dragon once first blood was drawn, and he fought ruthlessly and viciously for his weyr and his friends. He suffered of large scratch to his belly, but that only deterred the blue slightly as he fought.
With the downfall of Fort and the call for a Pern-Wide Summit, R'vor found himself saying good bye to many of his friends and comrades who were to be transferred away from Selenitas to the new weyr, Inervous, as well as the holds, including one of his friends whom he cared for, Serissa. Piwoth became unrestless in the turns that followed, after getting a taste for the violence of war, he craved for more, which continues to worry R'vor to know. Perhaps even more unsettling is that R'vor, now 32, is still as virgin.
Piwoth
Species: Dragon
Color: Blue 009955
Looks too: R'vor
Age: 14 years
Appearance: Gender confusion, thy name is Piwoth. From a distance, Piwoth's hue is sea green, though the tips of his extremities tend to lie towards more turquoise. A smattering of dark blue is smeared across his wings. The only problem with his coloration is that Piwoth demands that he is in fact a blue, and will bite anybody's head off who says otherwise, and he's right. Upon closer examination, the color of the dragon is most certainly, blue. Perhaps the confusion comes from the fact that he has not one base color, but three, and they all seem to be differant shades of turqoise. Another characteristic that shows Piwoth's "true colors" is his size. Piwoth is rather large for a blue, far to large to be a green. Eaither way, it is possible for someone to mix up his coloration, but they will be corrected by a very snarky Piwoth that even if R'vor seemed effeminate, he was most certainly not.
His appendages are propotrionate to his body in all regards, excluding his tail. His tail is about one and a half times longer than it should be, as well as being thin and whip like. Piwoth doesn't like it to drag, so he tends to flick it up and around his shoulder, quite a sight to behold. Piwoth's face is pointed and angled, and that coupled with his pearly white fangs and claws gives him a truly dangerous appearance. He has exceptional control of his body, and though he will never be the fasted nor agile of whatever color he many be he has excellent aim and can aim and hit anything that he can see. His eye sight is rather exceptional as well, though it is lacking when there is no light available.
Personality: Piwoth doesn't act like a blue or even a green, instead he parades around like he is a bronze, and not just a bronze, the best bronze to ever grace pern. He is however, perhaps he bossiest blue to ever walk the planet, and is not above demanding things from dragons and riders alike who rank far above him. This blue loves the golds, and will chase them from time to time. At the very least, he will allow them to cuddle with him, when he wants to of course!
Overly protective of his rider, he is not above pointing out that everything and anyone is not good enough for his R'vorMine. Piwoth on occasion, when growing jelous of someone who R'vor is spending excessive amounts of time with, when R'vor really should be using that time to oil him and making Piwoth even more pretty than he already is, has been known to physically pick up the offending person and take him as far away from R'vor as possible. Piwoth demands his rider's full attention, at all times. R'vor better not ever think of getting emotionally involved in anyone else, because obviously whoever he chooses simply cannot be as amazing as his Piwoth. Piwoth is also very attuned to disturbances, and it is not surprising for him to become ancy around things that are simply not right, though nobody may know it.
The blue also has a rather darker side. Though usually under control, Piwoth has a great bloodlust, and when it surfaces, he becomes a monster. Piwoth can get very ugly, very fast. Claws and teeth aren't just there for decoration, he will hurt things, and do so with great pleasure. R'vor has to work hard to keep him civil, but whenever his rider or friends are in danger, he turns downright vicious. Killing and death doesn't bother the blue, as long as the person being killed isn't himself or his. He gains great delight in the act of causing pain to those he doesn't like, it is decidedly satisfying every time he takes a life, which disturbs his rider greatly.
Pisero
Priest White ‘Mandyr
A Discordian shall Partake of No Hot Dog Buns, for Such was the Solace of Our Goddess when She was Confronted with The Original Snub.
Species: Salamandyr
Color: Base: FFFFFF; Markings: FFCC66
Looks too: R'vor
Hatched: December 3016
Appearance: White salamandyrs are small to start with, but his (he is actually gender neutral but it’s best not to remind him of such) body will never be longer than the length of the first two knuckles of a man’s middle finger. He is also even thinner than might be expected of a ‘mandyr of such diminutive size. His tail is longer, too, managing to be two and a half times longer than his body. Easily long enough to wrap around a wrist. Eyes appear to be slanted, his wings thin and well-large enough to glide and even fly for very short distances if weather conditions are perfect.
There is absolutely no doubt that he is white. Pure, snow white is his hide, and rather than the spots that most of the chromatic colors sport, instead fine filigree-thin lines of a golden hue twine along the length of his body in random winding patterns, making him shimmer in any sort of light even when holding still. Wings and frill are transparent but for a single red blotch on the left side of his frill that vaguely resembles a heart. (An actual heart, not a pansy stylized one.)
Personality: If this white is mute, he certainly isn’t silent. He has an opinion on just about everything. His will be graced with constant (pictoral) criticism of everything people are doing and saying around the two. In fact, he blatantly mocks them all to His while presenting the image of a sweet, demure little white to everyone else if he bothers to speak to them through images at all. This salamandyr also happens to be very good at communicating what he thinks in exaggerated caricature. Yes, his images can be quite amusing, but it’s best not to laugh; if you insult him he will bombard you with a kaleidoscope of vibrant mind-splitting colors flashed at migraine-inducing speed until you apologize properly.
In terms of behavior, this white is a pretty active little guy. He doesn’t often spend more than a couple of minutes at a time apart from His, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t get around. From the moment of his hatching he has been expert at Betweening and only becomes more so as time goes on. Anyone he deems particularly idiotic or hypocritical or merely interesting he is likely to check up on several times a day so he can report his findings back to His, emerging from Between to silently curl around R’vor’s wrist. Naturally he is sexless and does not Chase, but he does like to chase female (and homosexual male) salamandyrs just so he can snub them when they choose him and disappear Between to laugh at the idiots with His as audience.
R’vor is for the most part exempt from his salamandyr’s derision and criticisms. All but for one aspect: meat. The white salamandyr absolutely abhors meat (and anyone who eats meat by extension) with a passion. Absolutely no meat ever for him or His. Should the man forget, he will be reminded forcefully by the white, and should he ignore his pet, the salamandyr will both shun his person and refuse to stop showing images of shriveled male parts day and night until R’vor both purges himself and apologizes profusely. That meat simply is unclean.