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T'van of green Kivalleath [WIP, ADPT]

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T'van of green Kivalleath [WIP, ADPT]

T ' V A N

Oh no, this isn't your fault.
This is merely a consequence, and you cannot be held responsible for consequences.


BASICS


NAME: T'van (Tenivan)
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: um, probably? More or less demi.

BIRTHDATE: Winter 2737
AGE: thirty-four as of Summer 2771
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: rider, culinary connoisseur
WING: Raindance

APPEARANCE
EYES: light brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: six feet and three inches, stronk and beefy
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE:

T'van might not be the tallest or the strongest rider in the weyr, but he isn't lacking in either area. He has a kind face, a beaming smile his favorite expression to grace the rest of the world.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

It's no secret that T'van has cultivated a large part of his personality around food. If he hadn't Impressed when he did, he would have ended up in the Lower Caverns. He tends to think with his stomach first, and he will absolutely get himself disqualified from a game - wing drills disguised as a game or otherwise - if there's a better offering in the kitchen. As a rider in a Pass, he doesn't get to spend much time tinkering with recipes as he would prefer. Easily distracted by food, his skills as a wingrider have more to do with his length of experience than the quality of his efforts. He's been paired with Kivalleath for more than half his life at this point, after all. That's a long time to not have learned anything.

T'van isn't brave, though. He wouldn't call himself brave. His dragon might be able to bulldoze her way through life, but T'van has significant anxiety that comes being able to see, just, all the way things could go wrong. Having lived through Golre's oppression and seeing a lot of the terrible things humanity could do to each other, thus reinforcing his fear of the worst happening, certainly didn't help.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Mother - former Harper
Father - beastherder/shepherd
four brothers
Youngest sister - Toki of Gold Aldoeith, Late Summer 2750, High Reaches Weyr, Nightwing (weyrling)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: Cothold in High Reaches territory
HISTORY:

As the oldest of what would eventually be five boys, Tenivan was theoretically supposed to be the leader of the pack. That was the prerogative of the oldest, the first born. The thing was that he didn't especially want to be the leader of anything, except maybe a raid on the kitchen. He was happy to defer to one of his younger brothers, only rarely pulling the 'I'm the oldest' card. While at least one of his brothers turned out to have talent for defense work and fighting, Tenivan's heart lay in the kitchen. He could have been very happy as a holder all his life, providing for his family and learning how to get the best results from his ingredients. No ingredient, however odd or difficult to get, could intimidate him!

That was the plan, anyways. The weyr had different ideas. Tenivan was visiting a friend at a larger hold that was close enough to visit casually, but far enough that it was at least an overnight trip. It was his third time making the trip by himself, and he fully intended to bring some sort of a treat home for his youngest sibling, his baby sister Toki. Toki was only three, but all five boys loved her already. Before he returned home, he and his friend were 'Searched' by High Reaches. Neither boy was given the option to refuse, or even consult their parents as to what preparations the families would need to make to send one of their children to the weyr.

Tenivan was sixteen the first time he saw dragons up close. He was a few months into seventeen when a scrawny scrap of a green lunged across the sand to demand his attention.

Tenivan! I am your Kivalleath! I need food, and a bath, and attention.

The Reaches were not a good place to be a chromatic pair. (Truth be told, it wasn't a good place to be a gold, either, not under Golre. Kivalleath and her siblings were not laid by Vizeth like the weyr assumed, but her subordinate Rhunith. With both golds gone, there's no way to tell for certain, and at this point, what does it matter?) T'van and Kivalleath got the worst jobs, from cleaning up messes that weren't their responsibility to fighting in a war that wasn't their concern.

It wasn't the fight with the Istan bronze that lost Kivalleath her leg, even if that's how T'van would tell the story. A few days after the fateful fight with the Istan bronze, Kivalleath was flying a perimeter sweep when she got caught in a storm that was worse than she and T'van thought it would be. She landed badly, all her weight on the leg that had been injured, and crushed her leg. It was amputated later.

It was a post-war world Kivalleath had to learn how to navigate without her leg. While she was in the infirmary, the weyrs declared peace in preparation for the Pass about to start.

Councils
Tad Cooper -
Call it fate, call it serendipity, call it whatever, just don't call it late for dinner! T'van attends Fort Hold's Gather with his weyrmate. They buy a pair of fire lizards, which hatch into a handsome bronze and his gold sister. His weyrmate names his gold Serendipity, while T'van struggles a little more to come up with something good (Fate having been nixed by both dragons). He eventually comes up with 'Cooper', but Kivalleath had already started calling him 'just a tad shiny', which ends up being 'Tad Cooper'.

Conclave
Eventually, time and Thread come for all men. T'van's weyrmate and his dragon are claimed by one of the terrible Falls High Reaches has been having.
Egg theft
New wing!

Started from the bottom now we're here

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K I V A L L E A T H
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BASICS

NAME: Kivalleath
BIRTHDATE Late Fall 2754
AGE: sixteen as of Summer 2771

CLUTCHING

CLUTCHING: NO
RUNS/FLIGHTS: >1

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: small
HEIGHT:
WINGSPAN:
COLOR: Green
HEX CODE: #27AF2C
FULL APPEARANCE:

Age and experience have not made Kivalleath look any less like a scrawny, scrappy trouble maker. She's too thin to have much power, and what muscle she does have is more wiry than bulky. Her remaining limbs are covered with a fine, intricate pattern like lace, or particularly showy embroidery.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Kivalleath is very goal oriented. She wants things, and will go to extraordinary lengths to achieve them.

Kivalleath - skinny, very goal oriented, in another time could go slightly mad with equal parts hunger and power, here and now willing to give up material things - including meals - in favor of her goalss
Also she does the whole 'stress not-eating' thing, so when times are bad her rider has to work especially hard to get her to eat
Adores her rider, but thinks he needs to do more than stay in the kitchen and cook. She's partial to his honey cookies, though, so she often rewards his efforts in the kitchen with her satisfaction. It's a vicious cycle.

Got caught in a storm, landed horribly, lost her leg as a result.

I believe in you, Tad Cooper!

BASICS

NAME: Tad Cooper
BIRTHDATE Fall 2765
AGE: five as of Summer 2771

APPEARANCE
SIZE: middling-large
COLOR: Bronze
HEX CODE:
FULL APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
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