Post by Rei on May 9, 2012 17:35:20 GMT -5
Fort Weyrleader - Originally written by Requiem, ages updated and history added by Rei
ASSASSINATED IN THE DRAGONWARS
Name: R'anatar (formerly Rillyanatarien)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrleader - Bronzerider
Physical Appearance:
Sometimes the genes come together just right. This seems to be true in the bronzerider's case. Standing at a notably average 5'10" compared to some of the other giants at the Weyrs, R'anatar is neither bulky nor wiry. His shoulders, however, are fairly broad, his waist narrow, and if the silhouette wasn't enough, the slight swagger screams masculinity. By no means pretty, he has a hawkish nose set between two light blue eyes that - while capable of ice - are usually touched by soft humor.
Sandy blonde hair is kept short, but not as short as most Fort men tend to wear it, allowing for it to maintain some of its natural curl. The blonde hair and soft blues combine with deeply bronzed skin to make it obvious that, yes, the man is of Southern stock. He also tends to be a bit more flamboyant in dress than the men around him, often wearing clothing with gold or silver piping, and colorful. At first glance some might even think dandy. His dress is emmaculate, expensive, and even if there's something of an unkempt ruggedness about him, it can only be assumed that it's intentional.
One silver ring adorns his left ear which...if anyone was to look closely enough, or remember the battle some turns back...had to be restitched to his head after nearly being severed clear off. That and the single band of jade that looks suspiciously like a joining ring remains his only jewelry.
Personality:
There's no other way to say it. R'anatar exudes charisma. That good ol' boy mentality? He's perfected it. The man's capable of sweet-talking a woman out of her newborn, a man out of the clothes on his back, and a dragon away from being oiled. You can know perfectly well what he's about and what he's done, but if you let yourself get close enough to have a conversation with him, you almost inevitably forget what it was you were so pissed about a second ago. The gift of a gilded tongue and animal magnetism.
Nor does he wield this weapon clumsily. No one - absolutely no one - succeeds at Fort Weyr without being exceptionally intelligent. Fort didn't fall apart after the death of the Weyrleaders mostly due to his ability to instill loyalty in even the most skeptical. It helps that he's an ousider without truly being an outsider. One of the more successful wingleaders at Fort before becoming Weyrsecond, R'anatar seemed above politicking, the Southerner that the north managed to 'corrupt.' He proved himself more than competent.
Unfortunately for those around him, R'anatar is ambitious. At first it was earning himself a wing, then he aimed for Weyrsecond, then Weyrleader. Now that he has this, he's not at all interested in giving up any power to Benden. The war can only end with Fort or Benden at the head, and he doesn't intend to lose. He's only lost once, after all, and that because the girl wasn't worthy of a gold. Sly and cold behind the ready smile and easy humor, R'anatar will subjugate the north, or die in the attempt. And thus far...it doesn't look like he'll be dying any time soon.
History:
Rillyanatarien's (called Rilly by his father, much to his chagrine) birth and childhood was inauspicious enough. Natalia was one of the few female blueriders at Selenitas, but aside from that she was really nothing special. No relation to the powerful bloodlines of the south. No ancestors amongst the ranks of dragonriders, and certainly no relation to any of the metallic riders. The bluepair was competent enough not to get themselves killed when hunting felines...and that was about it.
If anything, Raylarien was less impressive. The man was a weaver who had only risen to the rank of Sr. Apprentice before leaving off his training to leech off Natalia. She tolerated him because he was convenient (she wanted to keep her son rather than foster him, and Raylarien made a decent-enough nanny). 'Rilly' himself was distinctly more outgoing than either of his parents, and tended to attract friends rather easily. But the south was still very much concerned with parentage and other things people had little to no control over. That and his nickname kept him in the middle rungs of society, spurned by those who, by accident of birth, were 'better' than him.
Still, he had quite a following of others in similar straights, and little battles between the 'old' lines and the roguish group of weyrbrats Rilly indirectly led kept the Weyr entertained for a good number of turns. From an early age, the boy was determined that he'd Impress. And not just to any dragon, either. It would be a bronze, the best bronze. The future lead bronze of Selenitas.
Not once did he doubt this, even after seven turns of Standing with no success. No, Rilly's bronze didn't hatch until the boy Stood (quite possibly for the last time, seeing as how infrequently there were clutches these days) at age nineteen. Wereth claimed R'anatar. Nearly overnight, upper society at the Weyr opened to him, even if the boys he'd grown up with weren't all that pleased to see 'Rilly' suddenly the interest of the girls that had always been theirs.
R'anatar began staking his claim immediately. He wasn't unattractive, and he was novel. The new bronzerider. As soon as Wereth was old enough, the young man began marking his territory in conquests, which his bronze encouraged. The most notable was Seresta, who positively adored R'anatar, even if she found his behavior rather disgusting. (Apparently it was impossible for her to be mad at him when they were in close proximity, much to her misfortune.)
Everyone knew. Some still fought it, but they all knew. Seresta was completely enthralled with R'anatar's roguish charm, and the girl would Impress gold, just as all her ancestors had. The young man was treated as the prince of the Weyr, Wereth the upcoming King. Already, the man in his early twenties had plans...plans to put the north under Selenitas's thumb. Fort and Benden had alienated them through the fighting. He would turn the hunters of Selenitas into a fighting force, then steal the resources and support of the north out from under the noses of the brawling Weyrs.
Selenitas might have become something quite different under R'anatar and Wereth.
Unfortunately, that plan was dependent on Seresta, and she proved to be an utter disappointment. The same turn that thread returned, the Selenitas line finally broke. Shmee. Some people thought the resultant transfer had to do with Seresta's death - that R'anatar really had some attachment to her. Others stated that the bronzerider's magic simply didn't have any effect on Shmee. In truth...he didn't even try. The girl was repulsive to him, a power-snatching harpy who he could barely stand to be around, even to use her. And he had a more - interesting - offer in the form of one of Fort's operatives.
Undoubtedly Kamerai meant to use him. After all, he was the 'deposed prince' of Selenitas, a man bitter enough to be easily manipulated. When Wereth and R'anatar arrived at Fort on her invitation, they were greeted with open animosity and distrust. Pretty Southern dandy with no combat experience, and a bronze not so far from weyrlinghood as to be paid much mind. (Fort riders tended to live far longer than those of Benden, and bronzeriders weren't so rare there as the other Northern Weyr.)For whatever reason, though, they took to the wars surprisingly well, and the blue and greenriders began to openly adore the pair that didn't mind 'dirtying' themselves by associating with them.
It didn't take long. By 3007 - just a turn later - R'anatar and Wereth were leading a wing after proving themselves vicious in the wars. The wing worked with such cohesion (and Kamerai wanted to placate her southern 'pet' enough to bring him to D'loro's attention) that by the time Sera died and Shmee officially came to lead Selenitas, Wereth flew at the head of Beta wing, the pair Weyrsecond to D'loro and Kamerai. Fort was surprisingly fine with this arrangement. After all, the young bronzerider wasn't involved in the power plays that had gone on for generations at Fort, which meant that, since D'loro was also neutral, no faction had superiority in the leadership.
But second best was hardly good enough for R'anatar and Wereth. They were patient...for two turns. Kamerai never should have trusted them so much. They knew she was the real power behind Fort, and her influence got them close to D'loro and Jrenth as well. R'anatar's power base built steadily, the man playing the ambitious off one another and building on the admiration of the other riders. He was far more approachable and likabel than the antisocial D'loro, after all. Many believed the deaths of D'loro and Kamerai to be an attack from Benden. They played it well, even staging the resulting invasion. Fort turned to the Weyrsecond who had repulsed Benden in the wake of the deaths. Elaira's cowardly escape was something of a drawback but...it actually removed any suspicion that might have resulted, and gave R'anatar further time to prepare.
He was always around, approachable when Liosa had questions. She was inexperienced and all too willing to allow the man to see to the Weyr. No match for the man's charm, the girl fell under his thrall and remains so even now. When Doryith Rose in her maiden Flight one turn later, R'anatar's dominance over Fort Weyr became official.
Right now he continues to solidify his base of support. Some of the old powers of Fort have to go...and J'lorin's deception made him angry enough to strike Liosa in a fit of rage when he learned of it, though she's forgiven him for it since then...but mostly Fort has changed little since the shift in power. After all, R'anatar and Wereth may be Southern, but they've been a Fortian dragonpair for seven turns, and Fort wingleaders all tend to follow the same theme.
* Under his control Fort began to grow more and more ruthless and powerful.
*R’anatar had Liosa so enamored with him that he had an easy time controlling her.
* When J’lorin started to try and solidify his hold on Benden R’anatar was instigating the Wasteland invasion of Sel
* Concentrated his efforts on trying to keep Benden from growing too stable so that he could overthrow the other northern weyr once and for all
* Tried to find where Selenitas had hidden itself but after a time stopped looking as Benden started to increase it’s skirmishes
* Finally was killed in 3019 by a group of Sel and Benden combined black ops forces signaling the end of Fort.
Fort's King
Name: Wereth
Color: Bronze
Age: 18 turns
Physical Appearance:
He's a handsome beast if ever there was one, clearly southern in breeding, from the darker coloring to the more muscular build that isn't quite muscular enough to indicate Benden. Healthy, in his prime, and sizable enough to give other bronzes some pause, even if he's certainly not as large as some bronzes - most Fort bronzes, in fact - the appeal that his rider exudes is also present in him. He carries himself with confident ease.
Wereth sports few scars, particularly for a leader of one of Fort's fighting wings, and it's definitely not because he hasn't seen his share of battles. Admittedly, he is younger than the majority of Fort wingleaders, though. Still, lighter streaks of near gold sometimes can give off the impression of scarring, as they trace his hide liberaly in seemingly random patterns.
Personality:
Just as ambitious as his rider, Wereth is a naturally patient sort. He treats other dragons with respect. This isn't so much truly how he sees them as a manipulation tactic, because it's far easier to get things done when other dragons want to please him, and all too many are flattered by a polite bronze. It doesn't mean that he wouldn't hesitate to tear out the throat of a creature persistently getting in his way, and his true colors tend to show in the terrible battles that rage across the northern skies.
Flirtatious, he knows just how to flatter a gold, and accepts the golds as his superiors out of necessity. If you can't control someone directly, you just find a way to do it indirectly. Doryith dances to his tune. Whether he actually is fond of her or not is up for debate, but one thing is true enough; he doesn't take kindly to any bronze trying to move in on his territory.
ASSASSINATED IN THE DRAGONWARS
Name: R'anatar (formerly Rillyanatarien)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Weyrleader - Bronzerider
Physical Appearance:
Sometimes the genes come together just right. This seems to be true in the bronzerider's case. Standing at a notably average 5'10" compared to some of the other giants at the Weyrs, R'anatar is neither bulky nor wiry. His shoulders, however, are fairly broad, his waist narrow, and if the silhouette wasn't enough, the slight swagger screams masculinity. By no means pretty, he has a hawkish nose set between two light blue eyes that - while capable of ice - are usually touched by soft humor.
Sandy blonde hair is kept short, but not as short as most Fort men tend to wear it, allowing for it to maintain some of its natural curl. The blonde hair and soft blues combine with deeply bronzed skin to make it obvious that, yes, the man is of Southern stock. He also tends to be a bit more flamboyant in dress than the men around him, often wearing clothing with gold or silver piping, and colorful. At first glance some might even think dandy. His dress is emmaculate, expensive, and even if there's something of an unkempt ruggedness about him, it can only be assumed that it's intentional.
One silver ring adorns his left ear which...if anyone was to look closely enough, or remember the battle some turns back...had to be restitched to his head after nearly being severed clear off. That and the single band of jade that looks suspiciously like a joining ring remains his only jewelry.
Personality:
There's no other way to say it. R'anatar exudes charisma. That good ol' boy mentality? He's perfected it. The man's capable of sweet-talking a woman out of her newborn, a man out of the clothes on his back, and a dragon away from being oiled. You can know perfectly well what he's about and what he's done, but if you let yourself get close enough to have a conversation with him, you almost inevitably forget what it was you were so pissed about a second ago. The gift of a gilded tongue and animal magnetism.
Nor does he wield this weapon clumsily. No one - absolutely no one - succeeds at Fort Weyr without being exceptionally intelligent. Fort didn't fall apart after the death of the Weyrleaders mostly due to his ability to instill loyalty in even the most skeptical. It helps that he's an ousider without truly being an outsider. One of the more successful wingleaders at Fort before becoming Weyrsecond, R'anatar seemed above politicking, the Southerner that the north managed to 'corrupt.' He proved himself more than competent.
Unfortunately for those around him, R'anatar is ambitious. At first it was earning himself a wing, then he aimed for Weyrsecond, then Weyrleader. Now that he has this, he's not at all interested in giving up any power to Benden. The war can only end with Fort or Benden at the head, and he doesn't intend to lose. He's only lost once, after all, and that because the girl wasn't worthy of a gold. Sly and cold behind the ready smile and easy humor, R'anatar will subjugate the north, or die in the attempt. And thus far...it doesn't look like he'll be dying any time soon.
History:
Rillyanatarien's (called Rilly by his father, much to his chagrine) birth and childhood was inauspicious enough. Natalia was one of the few female blueriders at Selenitas, but aside from that she was really nothing special. No relation to the powerful bloodlines of the south. No ancestors amongst the ranks of dragonriders, and certainly no relation to any of the metallic riders. The bluepair was competent enough not to get themselves killed when hunting felines...and that was about it.
If anything, Raylarien was less impressive. The man was a weaver who had only risen to the rank of Sr. Apprentice before leaving off his training to leech off Natalia. She tolerated him because he was convenient (she wanted to keep her son rather than foster him, and Raylarien made a decent-enough nanny). 'Rilly' himself was distinctly more outgoing than either of his parents, and tended to attract friends rather easily. But the south was still very much concerned with parentage and other things people had little to no control over. That and his nickname kept him in the middle rungs of society, spurned by those who, by accident of birth, were 'better' than him.
Still, he had quite a following of others in similar straights, and little battles between the 'old' lines and the roguish group of weyrbrats Rilly indirectly led kept the Weyr entertained for a good number of turns. From an early age, the boy was determined that he'd Impress. And not just to any dragon, either. It would be a bronze, the best bronze. The future lead bronze of Selenitas.
Not once did he doubt this, even after seven turns of Standing with no success. No, Rilly's bronze didn't hatch until the boy Stood (quite possibly for the last time, seeing as how infrequently there were clutches these days) at age nineteen. Wereth claimed R'anatar. Nearly overnight, upper society at the Weyr opened to him, even if the boys he'd grown up with weren't all that pleased to see 'Rilly' suddenly the interest of the girls that had always been theirs.
R'anatar began staking his claim immediately. He wasn't unattractive, and he was novel. The new bronzerider. As soon as Wereth was old enough, the young man began marking his territory in conquests, which his bronze encouraged. The most notable was Seresta, who positively adored R'anatar, even if she found his behavior rather disgusting. (Apparently it was impossible for her to be mad at him when they were in close proximity, much to her misfortune.)
Everyone knew. Some still fought it, but they all knew. Seresta was completely enthralled with R'anatar's roguish charm, and the girl would Impress gold, just as all her ancestors had. The young man was treated as the prince of the Weyr, Wereth the upcoming King. Already, the man in his early twenties had plans...plans to put the north under Selenitas's thumb. Fort and Benden had alienated them through the fighting. He would turn the hunters of Selenitas into a fighting force, then steal the resources and support of the north out from under the noses of the brawling Weyrs.
Selenitas might have become something quite different under R'anatar and Wereth.
Unfortunately, that plan was dependent on Seresta, and she proved to be an utter disappointment. The same turn that thread returned, the Selenitas line finally broke. Shmee. Some people thought the resultant transfer had to do with Seresta's death - that R'anatar really had some attachment to her. Others stated that the bronzerider's magic simply didn't have any effect on Shmee. In truth...he didn't even try. The girl was repulsive to him, a power-snatching harpy who he could barely stand to be around, even to use her. And he had a more - interesting - offer in the form of one of Fort's operatives.
Undoubtedly Kamerai meant to use him. After all, he was the 'deposed prince' of Selenitas, a man bitter enough to be easily manipulated. When Wereth and R'anatar arrived at Fort on her invitation, they were greeted with open animosity and distrust. Pretty Southern dandy with no combat experience, and a bronze not so far from weyrlinghood as to be paid much mind. (Fort riders tended to live far longer than those of Benden, and bronzeriders weren't so rare there as the other Northern Weyr.)For whatever reason, though, they took to the wars surprisingly well, and the blue and greenriders began to openly adore the pair that didn't mind 'dirtying' themselves by associating with them.
It didn't take long. By 3007 - just a turn later - R'anatar and Wereth were leading a wing after proving themselves vicious in the wars. The wing worked with such cohesion (and Kamerai wanted to placate her southern 'pet' enough to bring him to D'loro's attention) that by the time Sera died and Shmee officially came to lead Selenitas, Wereth flew at the head of Beta wing, the pair Weyrsecond to D'loro and Kamerai. Fort was surprisingly fine with this arrangement. After all, the young bronzerider wasn't involved in the power plays that had gone on for generations at Fort, which meant that, since D'loro was also neutral, no faction had superiority in the leadership.
But second best was hardly good enough for R'anatar and Wereth. They were patient...for two turns. Kamerai never should have trusted them so much. They knew she was the real power behind Fort, and her influence got them close to D'loro and Jrenth as well. R'anatar's power base built steadily, the man playing the ambitious off one another and building on the admiration of the other riders. He was far more approachable and likabel than the antisocial D'loro, after all. Many believed the deaths of D'loro and Kamerai to be an attack from Benden. They played it well, even staging the resulting invasion. Fort turned to the Weyrsecond who had repulsed Benden in the wake of the deaths. Elaira's cowardly escape was something of a drawback but...it actually removed any suspicion that might have resulted, and gave R'anatar further time to prepare.
He was always around, approachable when Liosa had questions. She was inexperienced and all too willing to allow the man to see to the Weyr. No match for the man's charm, the girl fell under his thrall and remains so even now. When Doryith Rose in her maiden Flight one turn later, R'anatar's dominance over Fort Weyr became official.
Right now he continues to solidify his base of support. Some of the old powers of Fort have to go...and J'lorin's deception made him angry enough to strike Liosa in a fit of rage when he learned of it, though she's forgiven him for it since then...but mostly Fort has changed little since the shift in power. After all, R'anatar and Wereth may be Southern, but they've been a Fortian dragonpair for seven turns, and Fort wingleaders all tend to follow the same theme.
* Under his control Fort began to grow more and more ruthless and powerful.
*R’anatar had Liosa so enamored with him that he had an easy time controlling her.
* When J’lorin started to try and solidify his hold on Benden R’anatar was instigating the Wasteland invasion of Sel
* Concentrated his efforts on trying to keep Benden from growing too stable so that he could overthrow the other northern weyr once and for all
* Tried to find where Selenitas had hidden itself but after a time stopped looking as Benden started to increase it’s skirmishes
* Finally was killed in 3019 by a group of Sel and Benden combined black ops forces signaling the end of Fort.
Fort's King
Name: Wereth
Color: Bronze
Age: 18 turns
Physical Appearance:
He's a handsome beast if ever there was one, clearly southern in breeding, from the darker coloring to the more muscular build that isn't quite muscular enough to indicate Benden. Healthy, in his prime, and sizable enough to give other bronzes some pause, even if he's certainly not as large as some bronzes - most Fort bronzes, in fact - the appeal that his rider exudes is also present in him. He carries himself with confident ease.
Wereth sports few scars, particularly for a leader of one of Fort's fighting wings, and it's definitely not because he hasn't seen his share of battles. Admittedly, he is younger than the majority of Fort wingleaders, though. Still, lighter streaks of near gold sometimes can give off the impression of scarring, as they trace his hide liberaly in seemingly random patterns.
Personality:
Just as ambitious as his rider, Wereth is a naturally patient sort. He treats other dragons with respect. This isn't so much truly how he sees them as a manipulation tactic, because it's far easier to get things done when other dragons want to please him, and all too many are flattered by a polite bronze. It doesn't mean that he wouldn't hesitate to tear out the throat of a creature persistently getting in his way, and his true colors tend to show in the terrible battles that rage across the northern skies.
Flirtatious, he knows just how to flatter a gold, and accepts the golds as his superiors out of necessity. If you can't control someone directly, you just find a way to do it indirectly. Doryith dances to his tune. Whether he actually is fond of her or not is up for debate, but one thing is true enough; he doesn't take kindly to any bronze trying to move in on his territory.