"We are the heroes
Never defeated
March to the ending
History repeated
Together as equals
At heart we're the same
Live in the present
And signal your name"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire app, adopt concept
NAME: Wa'en of Brown Galahath
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ORIENTATION: Fairly straight
BIRTHDATE: Late Winter 2708
AGE: 62 [updated Late Spring 2770]
LOCATION:[/bFort Weyr
[b]OCCUPATION: Brownrider, sometimes old man
WING: Twilight wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Gray
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 7ft even, broad-shouldered and fit
PLAY-BY: Sir Bismarck Waldstein (Code Geass)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Wa'en is hard to miss in any situation. This man is giant. Absolutely enormous. At seven feet tall and broad-shouldered enough to block a doorway if he really wanted to, Wa'en looks like he is probably the hardest man alive. With his neutral expression one as serious as possible, it is easy to think that he is constantly displeased. With his left eye lost, scarred and stitched over, due to the Interval War, it only serves to make him look far more hardened than one would think. His hair has gone gray early, and he prefers it somewhat longer, carefully groomed over the back of his head, curled at the ends. He always seems incredibly clean and put-together.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
To describe Wa'en as "the old guard" would not be incorrect. He has been at Fort for a long time, and he has seen things, and done things. He is a very moral and upstanding person, one might describe him as a pillar of the Weyr. He is everything a bronzerider should be, even though he rides brown. He is the voice of reason, even-tempered even in an argument. If he raises his voice, it's either to bark an order or it is because you have forsked up really badly. Like, really badly. He is a man who decides that violence comes second. He doesn't start fights, but by Faranth he will finish them. However, he prefers that to be the last resort, even war should be the final resort. The man has survived Thread, war, and various dark periods of the Weyr's history, but he has definitely become stronger for it.
He definitely loves his children. Accepting Tuckal's identity was not difficult for him. He would so much rather them all be happy, no matter what. And the fact that they all have impressed has made him a very proud man. He worries, of course, in a very quiet way. His children would know, but it is something strangers wouldn't be able to pick up. He is a good man, and he was once an excellent soldier. Pride, however, will always be his downfall. Proud of his children, proud of his station, and sometimes that pride gets the better of him. There are plenty of old war stories of him getting into some scuffle or argument when that very pride is insulted. He has thrown punches for insinuations that he is not exactly as he presents himself.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Tuckal of Gold Serapheth (daughter), Tikra of Green Everieth (daughter), Gellera of Blue Vritrath (daughter)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: A small cothold near Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
TW - injury, unintentional misgendering
Born the first son of a first son, Waldstein came from a long line of personal guards. Top tier, always at the Lord Holder's side, sort of guards. Waldstein was a dutiful child. The job had to be done right or not at all, and he would rather die than do something wrong. It was always how he was, and his entire childhood was full of chores and guard training. He threw himself into everything that he could have, being trained in order to become the next great guard.
Waldstein had no ambitions to do anything further than be a guard. That changed when a rider came on Search, and the green insisted. So the young man, at 15, left those dreams and aspirations of being an elite guard behind. Family farewells were said, and he went off to the Weyr.
Disciplined as he was, there was a freedom of the Weyr that he did not expect, and the adjustment was different. It was strange to not be training constantly, to not be doing everything he could. To just learn things he had not known before. Dragons. Dragon care. It was fascinating to him, and he, like many young men, had lofty dreams of bronzes and large dragons, to be a leader one day. To dream so high, he was ready for those eggs to crack.
And when they did, his life changed.
Galahath was everything he could have hoped for. Waldstein did not care that he was not bronze. Galahath was everything. Every part of him that he didn't know he needed. The two were outstanding, shiny examples if browns could shine. Though the attitudes were still slow to change, the Weyr was liberal, but there were old guards, the older riders who had still thought they needed to guide the weyr with their shiny hides. They were promptly shut down, with Waldstein - now Wa'en - strong. Women on brown, men on brown, everything in between, it was soon apparent that Wa'en would champion them all.
In 2732, when the Interval War had come to Fort, Wa'en was finding joy. His darling weyrmate bore their first child, a girl named Tikra. And there was no more doting father than Wa'en. He was there, everything she needed (and maybe he spoiled her a little) was given. Even if he had to go without to ensure she was happy and healthy, it was worth it.
Whatever it took to defend his family, he would do it. And he was going to be everything that Fort needed to keep her safe. Wa'en's training was everything, and the things he did he will not talk about.
It was not long before the birth of his son, Tuckal, that Wa'en lost his eye. Galahath collided with a High Reaches bronze, throwing himself at the intruder while Wa'en and the rider fought. Only one of them would be returning that day, and it was going to be Wa'en. He staggered into the weyr with blood and ichor on his clothes, and his left eye closed forever. The healers took to him, and he did not see his son until after Tuckal was bundled up and sleeping soundly.
Gellera, his second daughter, was born a turn later, while the war still was dragging on. Wa'en and Galahath made themselves powerful defenders, keeping Flauros and later Iirla safe while the war crashed down around them. There was nothing that he could do except keep his family safe. He had to keep them safe.
It was a long, hard-fought victory. The armistice was a welcome reprieve.
Not long after that, however, Tuckal came out, as it were. Said that he - now she - felt far more comfortable as a woman. And Wa'en was not a man to judge. He was happy, he would love her for no matter who she was. Son, daughter, or in-between.
His children found matches, green, blue, and Tuckal finally with gold. Even though he was concerned, with Serapheth being a nightmare at hatching. And things only grew more tumultuous, with the Reaches seeming to try push for another hurrah. Wa'en was there, he and Galahath doing exactly what they were always meant to. Defend. Protect. Be exactly what was needed.
There was no shortage of stress and tragedy to befall Fort. Poisonings. Attacks. Assassination attempts, even on his own daughter, was enough to prove to Wa'en and Galahath both that they could not retire. They had to remain, to be protectors. If not for their family, but to the Weyr itself.
