C'fyn of blue Sarutoth

[Grayson]

C'FYN

"It's going to take ten hides to make straps for him, so you'd better get busy."

BASICS
NAME: C'fyn
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Panromatic Pansexual

BIRTHDATE: Spring 2738
AGE: 33 as of 2771
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bluerider/Journeyman Tanner
WING: Chopin Squad

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6', solid
PLAY-BY: Yaya DaCosta
FULL APPEARANCE:

Dark of skin and hair and eye, this tall woman is solidly-built, with broad hips, square shoulders, and a square jaw. She never wears cosmetics and her hair is left to do its own thing as long as it stays out of her eyes, and she tends to wear trousers rather than skirts with a more masculine shirt under her bodice. Then again, her shoulders are broader than those of most women thanks to a life of hauling hides and then sacks of firestone, and she's muscular enough to need the room in which to move (while being large enough in the chest to truly need a bodice's support). Her hands are frequently a colour not related to the rest of her, and the waft of the tanning vats can never be entirely removed by bathing. She keeps herself as clean and neat as possible, given the circumstances, but she's a Tanner too, and that's frequently a messy, smelly job.

This woman's face is dotted with scars, pockmarks on cheeks and lips and chin and neck, those places where a dragonrider's helmet and goggles don't meet the high collar of a riding jacket. The scars are old, but the legacy of a faceful of almost-ash Thread will never completely fade.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Blunt, forthright, and entirely willing to call a shovel a shovel, Cefyn takes no prisoners and doesn't suffer fools gladly. She's a fighting dragonrider with a fighting dragon, and before she ever became a Candidate she was a skilled craftswoman in her own right. Self-confident and solid, she's only cruel with extreme provocation; by nature she's warm and friendly, helpful, and forever pondering dyes, leathers, and just what colour and style of straps would look good with what colour hide. She's always happy to teach people who genuinely want to learn, and after nearly a decade as a dragonrider - and turns before that as a Journeyman Tanner - there's quite a lot she can teach.

That self-confidence of hers masks a yawning chasm of feelings of inadequacy, albeit a chasm that Sarutoth has done a great deal to fill in. The finding of the most efficient path is a thing that suits them both perfectly, and while she's fairly confident that she's a good tanner and a good dragonrider, she often gets lost in the plans or the possibilities while he pulls their focus back onto the work and getting it done in the best way possible to allow plenty of time for relaxation. He chose her because she'd no desire to lead anything either, because in Cefyn he'd always have a ready audience for his jokes, and because here was someone who needed to remember how to have a little fun every now and again.

HISTORY
FAMILY: None specified. Mostly up at a small Beasthold near Ruatha.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
BIRTHPLACE: A small Beasthold near Ruatha
HISTORY:

After a mostly-happy childhood spent at a small Beasthold near Ruatha, Cefyn was sponsored to the Tanners by her Journeyman mother. She went and learned, and walked the tables at twenty; her first posting was to Fort Weyr, where she was Searched almost as soon as she arrived. Joining the ranks of the Candidates, Cefyn didn't want a gold dragon - if she was going to Impress, she wanted a fighter.

And Hatching after Hatching went by, and no dragon came. The Tanner worked at her Craft, producing hides and belts and boots and riding gear, and all the other things a Tanner produces, but most of her time was spent working with the massive quantities of leather needed for a dragon's fighting straps - after all, before the dragonriders can make the straps, there have to be soft, supple and well-tanned hides with which to start. She specialised in dyeing a whole batch in a single shade, with mottling or other effects when the rider wanted, and the Candidacy became almost an afterthought.

In the wake of Golre's death, Fort sent Candidates to High Reaches. Cefyn went with them, and Impressed soon after to a blue. Her bronze flit, Claude, adapted to life with a dragonet after a certain amount of sulking, but the Tanner was no longer able to practice her Craft, even after she graduated Weyrlinghood. Sarutoth's straps were always a credit to his rider (and perfect against his hide), but Cefyn - now C'fyn - no longer had the time or the freedom to work as she wanted to, to test new formulae or new techniques for more than just her own dragon. The pair were perfectly ordinary members of the fighting wings, albeit exceptionally turned-out, and that was that. But the joy of riding a fighting dragon can pall after a time, especially when it forces one away from one's true vocation, and C'fyn's life was somehow both full and yet incomplete.

But then Semaca happened, and C'fyn took interest for a little while before requesting a transfer. After all, here was a place where riders with Crafts could use their skills and knowledge without being informed that they couldn't take time away from being dragonriders to do it. And, apparently, they actively wanted Crafters on dragonback. So she and Sarutoth went for it. After all, what had they to lose, other than the unrelenting round of drill and exercise and fight and drill and...

[Grayson]

SARUTOTH



BASICS

NAME: Sarutoth
BIRTHDATE: Early Fall 2762
AGE: 9 as of Winter 2771

APPEARANCE

LENGTH: 31 ft
HEIGHT: 7.75 feet
WINGSPAN: 48 feet
COLOR: Blue
HEX CODE: #0098c4
FULL APPEARANCE: A blue that is particularly adept at hiding, Sarutoth is a little blue who is built just for speed. He's lithe and streamline, his entire being made to be quick either on his feet or in the air. He has a pointed, arrow-shaped head with long headknobs. He is a dark, almost tealy-blue all over, his body mottled and almost spattered with camouflage. He looks not unlike light is filtering down from the treetops across him. His face has bright, aqua markings, framing his headknobs and cheeks like a helmet, and there is a swirl across his face like he is a grinning feline. His front feet have three little dots on them.

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY: Sarutoth is a dragon who rejects any sense of leadership and responsibility. He does not want to lead at all. He doesn't want the responsibility of people depending on him, and definitely doesn't want that to lead to him letting people down. He is much happier having a supporting role, and not doing anything that would lead to actually having to do something important. He presents himself as lazy and unmotivated, but in reality he is an absurdly hard worker, and is very good at finding out the most efficient ways of doing any given task. He likes having people think less of him, because it's much more entertaining when he surpasses their expectations.

To his rider, Sarutoth is a joker. He is extremely carefree and easygoing, even if he's just lying around and talking about how much he likes sunning himself. He wants to be their best friend and he's ready to do anything to make their lives easier... as long as it doesn't mean too much work for himself. After all, he's got an image to uphold! Maybe they should just skip out on lessons and just go run off finding something fun to do, that sounds like a great idea! He has a fondness for teasing greens, especially proddy ones, just to get a rise out of them. He means it all in good fun, however, and would never be actively malicious.

VOICE: Sarutoth has a surprisingly deep voice, and a rather carefree tone. He picks nicknames for people, and almost always will use that name unless they have a problem with it.

[Grayson]

Claude



BASICS
NAME: Claude
BIRTHDATE Winter 2755
AGE: 16 as of 2771

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Bronze
FULL APPEARANCE:

This solid bronze flit is big in the shoulders, broad in the wings, and generally looks to be on the podgy side, although a lot of that is muscle. With a ragged edge or two on his wingsails and a few small scars on his head, neck and shoulders he's the veteran of a few fights, but nothing particularly serious.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Claude is truly cunning for a flit, but his world revolves around himself and his person and their pet dragon, and that's that. Mostly motivated by food and fuss and spite, Claude hatched more like a crotchety old tom feline than anything else, and has only gotten worse with time. His weyr. His bed. His territory. His human and his dragon are allowed to share his things - bed warmers and food providers and oilers are required - but these things are all his really and rightly.

Meanwhile, anyone else who fails him, laughs at him, insults him, is very mean to his human or his dragon, or otherwise draws his ire? They might find leavings in their bed, their boot or their jacket. A dead baby tunnelsnake is Claude's favourite thing to deposit, but he's not above leaving other, er, deposits either. Fortunately for the consequences his human might suffer he's really too lazy to bother doing that sort of thing often. After all, it's got to be important enough for him to bother getting out of bed.

His cunning and his laziness do make him very good at dealing with tunnel snakes, though. He's a good pest controller, if there's food and fuss for him when he presents a token. Last time C'fyn tried putting the fat little sod on a diet, he brought her a dead tunnelsnake for the usual reward - and he did it five times in one day. After deciding that any flit that could catch five tunnel snakes in one day probably didn't need to be on a diet, C'fyn stopped worrying about his weight and let him get on with it.