"By the first egg, how am I supposed to deal with you idiots?"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire both
NAME: N'eth, Sane N'eth
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Subtle gay
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2736
AGE: 34 as of Early Fall 2770
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider, One Sane Man
WING: Daylight
APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Messy brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6' even, lanky but fit
PLAY-BY: N'eth (Chronicles of Pern)
FULL APPEARANCE:
N'eth is a man who looks like every stereotype that a greenrider should be. He's always well-kept and well-dressed. He looks good and he makes himself look good. He makes sure his hair is always this weird, well-looking mess and he is always pretty easy to spot coming. He doesn't look terribly fit, but he is a strong man in his own right. He has some lines and wrinkles already, and some dark circles from just dealing with the other Chronicles in his class. They're a family but boy they give him headaches. He enjoys wearing a little bit of pink on his person now and then, usually on a shirt or a little patch on his flight jacket.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Somehow, despite the best efforts of his class, N'eth is somehow the sane one. He is not entirely immune to their strangeness and their idiocies, but he does a lot better than a lot of others. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, and he spends most of his time babysitting his friends. After all, they are a mess in their own right, and he needs to make sure someone is keeping an eye on them. That is usually him. Actually, it is pretty much always him. Great. Well, he's determined to bear the burden because if he wasn't keeping an eye on them, then they'll probably get killed. He knows that it's a thankless job, but someone's got to do it.
When he isn't mothering his classmates, N'eth is a friendly, jovial sort of man who really just likes doing his thing and letting people smile. He doesn't mind that he rides green. Azoth is a handful but she's his handful, and he's pretty content just being a greenrider. He's already achieved his dream of riding a dragon, everything else is just extra. If he wasn't constantly watching others, he'd be a pretty good candidate master. But his hands are full. He likes to knit in his spare time too. Scarves and mittens are not unusual for him to just make an excess of.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Neferet of Green Bizuth (father), Paalla (mother, weaver)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
Nemetham's life began as one of very little note. Born to a greenrider father and a weaver mother, he lived a life as many weyrbrats do. His existence was rather unremarkable, just like him. He took interest in weaving and fabrics, developing a good work ethic and an enjoyment of working with the cloth and threads. It evolved into a love for knitting and sewing, one he carried with him well into candidacy.
Impression was the farthest thing from his mind, but he was encouraged to stand simply to try it out.
He impressed almost immediately. Azoth was a stunning green, even if she was smarmy and a jerk sometimes, but she was his. Unfortunately, weyrlinghood meant that it was time for him to grow... and it meant his classmates were the utter nightmares of themselves. It was a mess, but he grew fond of them and resolved to take care of them because they clearly couldn't take care of themselves.
War ended, thread came, and N'eth and Azoth only resumed their duties stronger. Thread was easier to fight than other Riders. Even with Golre's madness, and the rise of violent golds at Fort Weyr, N'eth wouldn't leave. His family was here, and he was alive. That was all he really wanted. There's always more to do, always. Besides, the Chronicles won't take care of themselves.
