"And that was how I learned to live when you can run but you can't hide
How to feel trapped in a tunnel but come out the other side
'Cause with all the stormy weather in the world you learn to take life one storm at a time
You don't have to be afraid
And now when there's bad weather on the way I stay calm
And I keep hangin' on because it's always darkest before the dawn
And I keep hangin' on
I keep hangin' on"
"The Tornado" By Owl City
BASICS
NAME: M'ric (formerly Marric)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2747
AGE: 28 (Age-as-of-Present-Date, 29 as of CURRENT TURN)
LOCATION: Semeca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider
WING: Nocturne
APPEARANCE
EYES: Bluish-Green with a touch of gray
HAIR: Blond, shoulder length with the occasional, Thread-fall haircut
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3 and 200 lbs, tall and muscularly lean
PLAY-BY: Luke Eisner
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: M'cen/ Wingrider of Blue Gilsaith/ Fort Weyr/ 56 Turns old
Mother: Ircaria/ Wingrider of Green Kiknioth/ Fort Weyr/ 55 Turns old
Half-Brother: M'cent/ Wingrider of Brown Azujath/Fort Weyr / 30 Turns old
Half-Sister: Ircariel/Wingrider of Blue Tesduriath/ Fort Weyr / 26 Turns old
Full-Sister: Mahariel/ Dragon Candidate/ High Reaches Weyr/ 20 Turns old
Son: Kelmaric/Weyrbrat/Fort Weyr/ 8 Turns old
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Kellis/ Wingrider of Garnet Brihalath/Fort Weyr/ 28 Turns
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
TW: Mention of Threadfall Death, Impression Day Mauling
Marric was born at Fort Weyr, the second oldest son of Wingrider M'cen of Blue Gilsaith. He was fostered to M'cens sister Maceana, who worked in the Creche of Fort Weyr. Ahead of him was his older half-brother Melorcent. He was two Turns ahead of Marric; his mother having been M'cen late Weyrmate Lorceta. Lorceta of Green Nuriath had been lost in Threadfall when Nuriath caught a clump badly across her right wing. Panic and massive pain caused Nuriath to jump Between without preparation. M'cen found solace from Lorceta's tragic death in the arms of a mutual friend of theirs, Ircaria of Green Kiknioth. Six turns after Marric was born, Ircaria had M'cens daughter, Mahariel.
Maceana, along with her husband Tanthan, fostered Melorcent, Marric and Mahariel. Ircaria had an older daughter; Ircariel was fostered to Ircaria's brother Ircan and his wife, Beffia. The adults agreed that it was important for the four children to know each other and form social bonds to strengthen family ties. Both M'cen and Ircaria, being Searchriders, were very busy and while Marric and his siblings knew who they were, they didn't spend much time with their biological parents.
Melorcent and Marric, with so little time between them, could not help but become rivals. For who was the bravest, the most clever, for M'cens approval. When the two boys began to stand for Hatchings, they needled each other mercilessly about who would Impress first. As fate would have it, they would Impress at the same Hatching. Neither one could have guessed how high the cost would be. One hatching day, Marric and Melorcent found themselves standing near a trio of eggs that seemed to hatch all at once. In the ruins of their eggshells, three handsome dragons stood. The first was a sapphire Blue Dragon; he turned and passed the boys to march up to Ircariel.
"He says his name is Tesduriath!" she said, her eyes filling with happy tears.
"Just like M'cen. Good for her." Marric said before a heavy shove knocked him to the ground. Melorcent attempted to intercept the bronze dragon in the middle, the one who had tarried long enough to nuzzle his brown brother. Melorcent reached for the Bronze only to have him trumpet in indignation. This boy was between him and his chosen! Growling deep in his throat, the bronze tackled Melorcent to the ground, raking him deeply with his claws. The Brown mewled in distress and the Bronze stopped to look at him intensely. After a moment, the Bronze released Melocent and trotted back to the Brown to nuzzle him again.
It is all right, Azujath. Take him if you want him. and the Brown hurried over to the fallen Melorcent. The Bronze dragon locked eyes with the starring Marric.
I am Oakentoth, M'ric. the Bronze said simply, his faceted eyes filling with a rainbow hued regard. Marric stumbled over, running his hands over the warm bronze hide. Oakentoth was covered with darker bronze branches and through the strength their bond, Marric knew he had his defender and lifelong companion.
"Oakentoth. My handsome Oakentoth." M'ric said, his eyes misting over.
