T'ri of Blue Arhenaiyth

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T'ri
Bluerider, Hipster, Professional Slacker

Name: T'ri (Torino)
Age: 27 (October 2995)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, but open
Rank: Bluerider

Physical Appearance:
T'ri is taller than his brother, so taller than average, and thinner, too. While K'sel has at least some visible musculature, T'ri is a hipster lady's dream. He has to have less than 2% body fat, and while he doesn't exactly look unhealthy, it probably isn't normal to see quite that many ribs. Not to mention that girls should usually have thinner waists and wear tighter pants than their boyfriends. Right? Wrong, where T'ri is concerned. Not too many people who aren't starving are thinner than he is. He certainly looks like a weak little pretty boy, but people who take that to mean T'ri is an easy target will discover that those spindly little arms pack quite a punch.

While one might compare his older brother to a fine wine, T'ri is more along the lines of the neon-colored mixed drinks he prefers, the ones that don't look right without a tropical flower stuck in them (and the ones that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful). The only word for his fashion sense is 'unique', and he is often found in hand-me-downs and the kind of clothes that should be thrown out, which he has repurposed with a variety of colorful accessories into 'fashion'. Hats are common, scarves are practically obligatory, and he can even be found sporting a pair of riding goggles without the glass lenses on occasion. No one really knows why, or where he got them, but he loves them (secretly).

T'ri's oval face, more pixieish than K'sel's, is pleasant enough in the manner of their family, cute rather than handsome. To make up for its lackluster features and hazley-mud eyes, he's cut his light brown hair into a mysterious poof, which seems to be almost separate from his head. It is kind of an extra-long fauxhawk with a life of its own, where the sides are shaved short and the middle is allowed to grow wild, longer in front than in the back. Usually he sweeps this long bit to one side or the other, but just as frequently slicks it back or allows it to fall where it will, sometimes in his eyes. It is almost always attractively tousled and windswept, as if he'd just gotten off a dragon, even if he hasn't been anywhere near Arhenayith that day.

No matter how much time T'ri spends outside, his skin never seems to lighten from the ivory paleness except when it burns, which it does quickly and dramatically. In summer time, he has a perpetual burned streak across his nose, which has left behind the barest hint of frecklyness. That, in combination with his quirky, brightly colored wardrobe and hairless face (seriously, he may never grow facial hair as much as he would like an ironic mustache) gives him the opposite feeling of his brother. Everyone always thinks T'ri is younger than he is, to his vague, detached chagrin. He's given up trying to ooze maturity and wisdom after years of failure, though, and now oozes elitism and irony instead. He figures he can be mature when he's old, might as well have fun now.

Personality:
On paper, T'ri is a very unpleasant person to be around. Difficult, snobby, elitist, apathetic, contrary just to be contrary... the list goes on and on. But somehow, in practice, all the negative traits combine with the young man's big personality and odd sense of genuineness to just barely come down on this side of charming. As much as you expect to hate him, something about the way he rolls his eyes and his fluffy hair poof turns what could be abrasive into something potentially cute. People from the North and South alike tend to appreciate how little he tries to manipulate and control; as long as he can get out of chores, he doesn't care where he is in the hierarchy. He knows he's at the top of the social order, after all.

And really, given that he dismisses anything you think is cool, T'ri can be quite fun, and always has an interesting project going on. He can be going on about how much your dragon's color, as a whole, fails, and somehow convince you to be his friend at the same time. Catching him out doing something wrong hardly seems to matter to him, and in about ten minutes, it won't matter to the catcher, either. T'ri sneers at authority, but he can certainly turn on the charm if it means getting out of required duties he'd rather not perform. He shirks those 24/7 anyway, preferring to sit on other people's stoops and pick out elementary melodies on his guitar.

While he is absolutely awful to authority figures and totally apathetic towards those he doesn't consider friends, people that can tolerate him are greatly rewarded. In T'ri's own mind, he is the best thing ever, and people that hang out with him are automatically promoted to best thing #2. His network of friends is vast, and as distant as he might seem on the surface, a single conversation with someone can elevate them to friend status. He still has contacts throughout the South with whom he frequently exchanges short, ironic letters, keeping in touch just in case. Friendship with T'ri means you are his friend forever... or until you do something majorly unhip.

Like his brother, though, he is highly opinionated, and unlike K'sel, he doesn't know when to stop. There is no such thing as picking battles with T'ri. If he's right, he's right, and he will not rest until you agree with him. Often, these arguments are about what is cool or fashionable and what isn't; T'ri certainly has a unique sense of what looks good, but those things often seem to magically become trendy about a month after he has stopped wearing/enjoying them. In fact, he actively shuns anything he considers 'mainstream', opting instead for older versions or things that barely even exist yet. In fact, he would greatly prefer an old, broken down dresser (for instance) instead of a shiny new one - it helps further the fiction that both he and K'sel embody, the one where they are both down on their luck (despite being over-loved by Marina their whole lives).

History:
2995 - 3010: Selenitas Weyr; Early Life
Born almost precisely eighteen months after the ill-named Kasella, the younger Torino had a fairly easy childhood, especially in comparison to his brother. Of course, even at a young age the contrary Torino was intrigued by the shunning his brother endured and quickly aligned himself with Kasella, basking in the reflected scorn. Marina was constantly at a loss when it came to little Tor; the child seemed bent on being as difficult as possible, thumbing is nose at authority left and right, and even going so far as to dig old clothes out of the trash pile to wear instead of the perfectly acceptable garments his mother provided. He listened to no one but Kasella, and even that was intermittent at best, greatly preferring to find his own path through life free of parental restrictions.

This didn't change at all as he aged, even with the return of Thread and stricter rules in the Weyr. Somehow, T'sel's younger son seemed to be allowed far more slack than the other Weyrbrats, something that suited Torino just fine. Competition with his brother - sometimes friendly, sometimes in earnest - took up most of Torino's time and attention, until stupid Kasella went and got himself taken to the Harper Hall. Ever a rebel, however, Torino adjusted quickly, replacing his brother with a succession of various friends, none of whom stuck around too long. He was never asked to go to the Harper Hall as Kasella was, but of course Torino couldn't be beaten there, either - he picked up a guitar and taught himself to play, although he learned a folksy, earthy style that would never be tolerated among true Harpers.

Slowly, many of Torino's friends trailed away, standing for Dragons, moving on to Halls of various types, or starting to settle down with partners. World events passed by without event a tiny bit of notice from the Weyrbrat - who cared, after all, what shiny thing was handing down idiot pronouncements now? His mother, trying to encourage apathetic Torino to take an interest in something, sent him to spend time with his father. It was from T'sel that Torino learned to drink, and discovered his first true passion (or, possibly, inherited alcoholism). He didn't learn much else before his father was lost to threadfall, but that hardly mattered. The two were never really close.

3010 - 3015: Blossom Hold; Holder
Fed up with his tragically boring life at the Weyr and his mother's needling, Torino attached himself to a trade caravan heading for Blossom, looking mostly for a change of scenery. He missed Kasella's return from the harper hall by about a month, unaware that his brother had ended his tenure there early. The journey was uneventful, and Torino's arrival even more so. He knew no one, but being Torino he almost immediately insinuated himself into Hold society, quickly occupying the exact same place he had held at Selenitas. His gambit for a more interesting life had failed... almost.

Something Blossom had that Selenitas didn't was dolphins, which didn't interest Torino in the slightest. Kimilan, however, did. The young Dolphineer, bearing the Hold's trademark of blond hair and blue eyes by way of her mysterious father (widely suspected to be the Lord Holder, but he had never claimed her), caught and held Torino's attention in a way no other girl had, ever. Unfortunately, most of the young man's relationship experience consisted of those infamous 2-day girlfriends he and Kasella seemed so good at, so... well, you can guess how his conquest of Kimilan went. On and off, hot and cold, heaven and hell; their turns together were a rollercoaster of emotions, cheating, and drama. Finally, one of them went too far, and they called it permanent quits - about three months before Kimilan married someone else. Epic blow to the soul.

3016 - Present: Burimyu Weyr/New Selenitas Weyr; Candidate, Weyrling, Rider
Pretending it didn't bother him, Torino immediately started looking for a way out of Blossom. It came in the form of Greenrider Nephele, on Search. Sure, he didn't really want to impress, nor did he think he would, but what better way to subtly shove Kimilan's mistake in her face? Coulda married a Dragonrider, instead she's saddled with some lower caverns fool, and already pregnant. Oops. Totally ignoring everything Nephele said about where she was taking him, Torino expected to be taken to Selenitas, welcomed back with open arms... imagine his surprise upon arriving at underpopulated, ignored Burimyu, which half of Pern didn't even know existed.

Oops.

Well, he was at the exile Weyr now, and there was nothing for it but to grudgingly drag himself to Candidate lessons (mainly because everything else was even more boring), and eventually the Hatching. The rest of his Candidate class didn't interest him much, although he was amused by little Nividya, and intrigued by equally bored-looking Roselle... of course, all social pursuits were quickly put aside when Jingth's final clutch's very first dragonet hatched, making his way to Torino's side. The newly-dubbed T'ri impressed Blue Arhenaiyth, first to hatch and therefore the original, the best, the most vintage of all his siblings.

Weyrling training went awesome if you were T'ri, and dreadful if you were any of his teachers. He was reliable in nothing but truancy, and he and Arhenaiyth alternated between performing far above their expected competency and far below, whenever they performed at all. He missed so many lessons, in fact, that he failed Weyrling training the first time around, held back to join the clutch laid by Millieth after the weyrs rejoined. This one he grudgingly passed just to avoid lessons again; now that Arhenaiyth was full grown, it was easy. Shortly thereafter T'ri impressed his green flit, Cristal, and Arhenaiyth started chasing, demonstrating an absolute lack of concern for anyone in the flight but himself and a frustration with the biology that made him chase, all of which combined to make him an absolute terror. He eventually caught Roselle's Tserieth in her maiden flight, and Roselle promptly stopped talking to T'ri - their relationship has been strained since.

Before Tserieth, though, Arhenaiyth had chased Khiraeth. Qaena's green hadn't picked her brother, but T'ri's awkward attempt to apologize for his and Henny's behavior sparked a friendship, then a relationship. Not wanting to hurt the painfully shy Greenrider, and excited to be in a relationship again, T'ri consciously avoided his old patterns... with the result that he fell hard and fast for Qaena, getting far more involved than he had intended. Qaena and Threadfighting consumed his whole life - he and Arhenaiyth were considered too unreliable to be on a fighting wing - and he avoided politics in favor of spending time with his girlfriend. Eventually the Greenrider broke it off, though, and T'ri spent a week or so getting very drunk before returning to regular life.

That week or so that he spent drinking was conveniently the same week that the summit was going on. T'ri was left at Selenitas, something that made Marina almost catatonic with joy, since her other son and her grandbabies were being taken from her. T'ri was somewhat less excited, since K'sel and Roselle moved north, and both Qaena and her new boyfriend were kept in the South. Many of the Bluerider's other friends were scattered throughout Pern, and Arhenaiyth's siblings were similarly scattered, something the blue did not appreciate at all. Otherwise, things went on pretty generically as they had for years. Something needed to be changed, and soon.

Arhenaiyth
Blue Dragon

Name: Arhenaiyth (are HEN AYE ith)
Age: 6 Turn (October 3016)
Color: Blue

thy firmness makes my circle just,
and makes me end where i begun

Physical Appearance:
Arhenaiyth will rapidly grow into one of the most normal blues to grace Pern, in terms of length; he falls right in the middle of his color from nose to tail-tip. His wingspan is equally typical of a blue—graceful enough, but nothing special. He is also, however, prone to gaining weight if his diet and exercise is not carefully watched by His (because Arhenaiyth sure won’t care). As a hatchling Arhenaiyth won’t be anywhere near overweight; in fact, he even starts out nearly slender—but as time goes on a thick, ropy layer of muscle will develop. And it will be followed by fat. You have been warned.

When it comes to movement, whether Arhenaiyth can be called “graceful” or “clumsy” is almost directly related to his current weight status, and how much practice His bothers to put into anything. Arhenaiyth is more than capable of becoming gorgeous; a sight to die for; he’s also got the chance of being an erratic, unsteady, undependable flight. With experience will come grace, if only Arhenaiyth and His put in the time and energy to ensure it. As a hatchling, Arhenaiyth will find himself prone to stumbling, but as he grows those little things will smooth out until he’s more than comfortable hopping along on land, even if flying would be ever so much better.

A dazzlingly clear, bright turquoise blue, is Arhenaiyth. His hide is fairly matte, with only the faintest hint of a gleam, and even then only after he’s been freshly bathed and oiled. The color fades into a darker blue at the very tips of his toes, and a stormy gray-blue dapples his rump like an appaloosa runner’s blanket, scattering spots up his spine and down his tail and haunches. Around his left eye is a dark blue circular splotch; Arhenaiyth’s other eye is free of markings, but his right cheek looks as if someone dipped their finger in dark blue paint and drew three thick lines from each corner and the center of his eye down towards his jaw.

Arhenaiyth’s eyes have an odd, constantly filmy look to them, and he possesses only two eyelids as opposed to the typical three; while he can certainly see, the blue tends to blink more often than most, and the colors of his gaze are always quiet and muted, no matter how intensely he feels. During the day, Arhenaiyth often claims discomfort, but not enough to drive the blue to being nocturnal—although at night, Arhenaiyth will feel no discomfort whatsoever, will be perfectly capable of seeing clearly at night.

Personality:
Arrogance, thy name is Arhenaiyth. The blue will seem to most to be highly abrasive, and it will be difficult to truly like him or befriend him—not that it concerns Arhenaiyth one way or another. While his arrogance usually only makes it appearance around dragons who ‘deserve’ it (in his opinion, that will probably be all golds and bronzes, most browns, and a few blues and greens), omnipresent is Arhenaiyth’s uniquely sarcastic, morbid sense of humor; it’s difficult to comprehend for most that Arhenaiyth is, indeed, only joking and does not actually wish to see anybody run themselves off a cliff and forget how to fly, or anything of the like that he may say, no matter how convincing he may be.

When it comes to Arhenaiyth himself...well, he doesn’t notice or doesn’t care of what his impression on people or dragons may be; he is who he and everyone’s going to end up dead anyway, so what does it matter? With an extraordinary turn of laziness and outright stubbornness, His will find it a difficult task to drag Arhenaiyth to Lessons, Drills, whatever it may be, and Arhenaiyth will typically have no qualms about making his superiority and displeasure known—he’s not a shy dragon at all. Despite the fact that Arhenaiyth hates having to make room for other people’s schedules, he’s very precise about his own; the blue is, simply, impatient and often it comes out dripping in sarcasm.

Arhenaiyth is, however, incredibly, possessively protective of His and while he may roll his eyes and grouch, that protectiveness extends to generally all of his siblings and his closer friends, however few they may be. While he never quite does let go of his sarcasm or his snotty attitude, Arhenaiyth finds other ways to make his approval known. He’s a touchy dragon—will likely invade His’ bed a few times as a Weyrling until it breaks or His shoves him off, for that matter—likes skin-to-skin contact and while his light, pleasant nuzzles may shock some, for Arhenaiyth they’re simply comfortable and nice.

Cristal
Green Firelizard

Name: Cristal (chris STALL)
Age: 5 Turns (February 3018)
Color: Green

Physical Appearance:
This little lady’s all sleek lean angles and lithe curves; she’ll always be built on the long slender side, moving with a degree of startlingly subtle grace and efficiency that’s lovely to behold and difficult to pinpoint. She’s small as greens go, with sharp ridges down her spine and long elegant head knobs, her tail and wings long and expressive and a sure indication that she’ll take to the winds with easy familiarity and confidence from the very beginning; the female’s comfortable with her own body and all its not-quite proportional quirks in a way most of her kin take time to acclimatize to. Claws curved into sickles will give her no problem when she lands on people; her oversized wings will never trip her up.

In color she’s an undeniably attractive creature; a pleasant shade of warm green settles over her hide with a definite shimmer of yellow highlights underlining the ripple of muscle across her shoulders, sides, and flanks, contrasting to cool blue undertones that slide down her spine and curved neck. Her wingsails are a green as dark as to be black, but when she’s well-oiled, they’ll shine like an oil slick—with an array of stunning rainbows, but most prominently a lovely shade of beryl green. Across her sides in translucent, clean minty greens twist intricate runes, each blurring and melting into her hide but distinctly traceable; the same shade lines the edge of her wingsails, shining with blue undertones.

Personality:
She’s a creature of spectacular paradoxes, lover of chaos and illusions and the finer things in life; with a personal vendetta against settling for less, she’s effortlessly manipulative when it comes to getting what she wants. Coyly mischievous and unrepentantly sneaky, she’s a femme fatale who adores the shadows, can and will disappear when she feels the need to and return at opportune moments on cue. Between is her playground as much as the skies are, and all the people are the equipment…for she’s not a bit shy about dropping in on strangers or snatching little souvenirs as she goes about her daily business…which is whatever she feels like doing that particular day.

While she’s smart enough to be trained at the drop of a pin this green’s also stubborn enough to deliberately trounce all attempts; Hers will only see her at all when she sees fit, for she’s a streak of independence and self-preservation largely unmatched by most firelizards who are as attached and fiercely loyal to Theirs as she is…she’s just too smart to be clingy, is all. That said, her affection comes across prominently in faintly mocking playfulness and a blind indifference to typical social standards, and it’s easy to mistake for her typical devil-may-care, pushing-the-boundaries attitude; those who are particularly close to her may recognize the undertones of true affection and genuine pride—and her willingness to do anything for them, when it comes down to the things that matter most.

She has her moments of true abandon, though, and a tendency to overindulge in the nicer things—she likes her living space to be lavishly decorated, her food to be rich, her Flights controlled by her; she’s a flirtatious creature in an almost arrogant way, demands attention with such perfect composure it’s hard to deny her, or even think of it as less than absolutely deserved and normal. Her sense of humor is dryly appealing and warm, and she tends to present herself as pleasantly humored by life, unruffled and unashamedly indulgent in its absentminded little follies.

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