Clovis
"I'm a super super star on Hollywood Blvd
And I can make all of the boys come to my yard.
You see my dear, I can show you how to do it."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire both
NAME: Clovis
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Oblivious heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2742
AGE: 30 as of Late Fall 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate Master
WING: Stormlight
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'11", not the tallest but definitely lean and thin.
PLAY-BY: Clovis la Britannia (Code Geass)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Probably the last thing someone thinks of when they envision a dragonrider, Clovis is pretty, posh, and built like a stick. He is not the tallest of his siblings and half-siblings, but the resemblance is there in the shape of his eyes and curve of his jaw. This hair is long and blond, only pulled back whenever he's actively flying Thread, and he genuinely looks like he has never worked a day in his life. It just comes naturally, he swears. He dresses in expensive clothes, usually dyed a royal purple, and looks like he would instantly die if he fell in the mud.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
An absolutely arrogant snob, Clovis is the horrible embodiment of the Reaches of old, despite riding blue. Everyone is beneath him, especially his siblings. He is Candidate Master because they needed a body and Artoriath volunteered them, but despite how much of a prick he can be, he does genuinely try his best to actually teach. The problem is that he is indeed an arrogant, naive young man and his lessons are not always the most useful. He tries, really.
Though 'ladies man' might describe him, Clovis tends not to really care about someone unless he deems them his equal. Students are students, but other dragonriders? They have to be in his inner circle for him to even listen to them. If it weren't for Artoriath he would have been dead turns ago, and he's very aware of it. Clovis is in no hurry to get himself killed, even though with Schneizel in charge and Lelou having returned with some mutant dragon, he's aware he must be much more careful than he has ever been. Unfortunately, he is still Clovis, ineffectual snob extraordinaire.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Lord Harel (father)
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth (half brother)
Cornelia of Garnet Guiloth (half sister)
Euphemia of Green Nivath (half sister)
Lelou of Blue Isith (half brother)
Nunnally (half sister)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none
BIRTHPLACE: minor cothold beholden to High Reaches
HISTORY:
In days past, Clovis was born in a minor cothold to the lording family, and he was destined to a life of privilege from the start. The war loomed overhead and there were dragons in the skies, but that hardly mattered to the boy. To him, as long as he was pampered and tended to properly, what cares did he have for the dragons and other such beasts?
One of Harel's many children, Clovis was raised for the eventuality that he may become Lord Holder as well, though the position mattered little to him. Schneizel and Cornelia took precedence, and he was fine with that.
The raid that took Harel's wife, though not his mother, and which lead to Lelou and Nunnally's loss, while jarring and vile, was brutal. It was the first time Clovis really saw the vileness of the world. Part of him was truly disgusted, and part of him, for such a vile act, felt nothing. He cursed the Reaches, swore to do nothing with them.
Of course, until he was Searched by the Reaches.
Searched, not kidnapped, Clovis would always clarify, at 15 when he was taken to this nightmarish land of golds and monsters. Though nowhere near as skilled at manipulation as his siblings, Clovis still knew when to keep his head down and out of trouble, most of the time, instead currying favor with the 'ruling class' as if he belonged there himself. The other candidates did not matter to him, and why should they? They were all beneath him.
So there he was upon the sands for his first hatching, and a large, steel-colored egg hatched to a mighty, powerful blue. A blue that chased off his bronze siblings, and struck the Reaches with a terrifying and glorious visage.
That blue - Artoriath - was his.
And then the nightmare of the Reaches crashed down on him. No matter how intimidating Artoriath was, he was still a blue. The colorism and rank pulling slammed into Clovis like a door in the face - more like multiple doors. Upon graduation, Artoriath never stopped holding his ground against those who decided to throw their weight around for their color. It was in a fight with a larger brown that had insulted and tried to rend his blue's wings that Artoriath proved his viciousness.
Artoriath's left foreleg was damaged for good, barely able to hold his weight and keeping him limping permanently, and the brown was dead. Clovis carved out the smallest bit of respect that he could be taken by a bluerider, and clung to it until Golre fell.
Unfortunately, Schneizel existed.
Before Clovis could try to sweep in to the council, his bronzerider brother had been elected into the position. Lelou - largely forgotten - had left and returned with his monstrous blue.
Taking whatever bit of leadership he could, Clovis volunteered to teach candidates, though he had very little experience. Artoriath pushed him, probably more than he wanted. With the lack of golds, well, the man was certain this would be simple.