"What is it about fire that’s so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?"
BASICS
NAME: Beatty
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Summer 2738
AGE: 38, 38 as of Late Winter 2775
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Garnet Rider
WING: Nocturne Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue Eyes
HAIR: Black , kept smartly brushed
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3, strong and fit
PLAY-BY: Richard Gere
EXPY SOURCE: Captain Beatty (Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury )
FULL APPEARANCE:
Beatty is an imposing man, of stature and face. Although years of toil have taken their turn on his face in the form of creases and lesser wrinkles among the man’s face. He keeps a shaven face and well-groomed hair. His hair a striking black, brushed back, and lightly grizzled with signs of white hairs.
Beatty sticks to a more uniform look, shirts tucked in and held in place with gloves, and riding gloves tucked into them. He has an assortment of black wherry hide boots which produce a peculiar clicking noise on weyr stone when he walks on it.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Beatty is a man who is deeply conflicted internally about Pernese society, especially in Traditional Weyrs, and expresses it with hypocritical views, always putting metallic riders above ranking officers. Yet, blindly follows instructions from his officers when needed, always ready for the call to action. Obedient simply from his sense of duty, wanting to upkeep his reputation. A charismatic fellow, Beatty is quick to show a smile to get his way, a white lie or two never hurt anybody. He has the habit of trying to butter people up, with them in his hand like dice he won’t have any problems, pulling strings to act out his plan.
Beatty has a sort of temper, becoming angry at others when they don't follow his plans to the letter. He needs to control things and ensure they go his way afraid of failing. He doesn't dare show people that side of him, failure causes him to falter, feeling vulnerable in those moments. He can hold grudges but lets them go easily when the person explains themselves to him.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Bronzerider Father
Greenrider Mother
Younger Sister
Older Brother
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: It's Complicated
BIRTHPLACE: Benden Weyr
HISTORY:
Beatty was born in Benden Weyr, the eldest son of a bronze and green rider. From young, traditional ideals were ingrained into his head by his father and weyr. His father convinced Beatty would become a bronze rider and rise to the top of the ranks. Those around him encouraged him accordingly, to be the best he could, this would be (without a doubt) another case of like father, like son.
17 years of Weyr life started to bore Beatty, he wanted more to it at that moment , something he couldn’t accomplish yet. Left standing at his first hatching , the boy and his friends decided to attend the Hold’s gather to cheer themselves up. A harper’s songs never hurt anybody! Amongst all the twirling colourful skirts , certain vendors and melodic harpers Beatty saw the girl who would change his life Mayla. From that moment his heart belonged to her and her alone. The stars alone were witness to their meeting, dancing until the sun showed signs of life.
Through out his candidacy, spare time was incredibly valuable to Beatty. In those small moments he would head down to Mayla’s hold atop a white or a green running errands to her hold. Using precious hours teaching her patiently to read and write wishing every waking moment that he could spend every day by her side. He fantasised often that’s she would be his weyrmate, a perfect match for a stunning gold. She would be his right hand . If only she got searched first by some blue rider and brought to Benden together they’d rise ranks on bronze and gold. Or so he thought.
While candidacy passed it seemed to Beatty that his social group became smaller with every hatching passed. Friends impressing to “wrong” colours, why should he, a future bronze rider, affiliate himself with such people? A man riding green, all types of wrong there. And garnets… just seeing one would have his blood boil , mutations that should’ve never existed on Pern. Shunning friends one by one , he was left with only a handful of candidate friends and Mayla.
With the pass of turn came another gold flight, and so a large and healthy clutch for Benden. Beatty saw a queen egg, a bronze egg, and knew that they were for him and Mayla. If they impressed them, together they could rule Benden... they would go so far. And so easily was his illusion shattered when simultaneously, two sister garnets hatched. Of similar hide with only small differences, the boy's stomach turned at the sight of them. Sneering at Mayla, wondering to which poor soul they'd impress too. But those little garnets had decided, the pair making their way to the lovers.
One so confident in her choice, so regal, so beautiful, and yet so furious when Beatty pushed her head aside. Punished by her claws, a bloody scratch to the thigh. Eyes glaring at each other while rainbows swirled and the unmistakable bond formed between them
Oh honey, Beatty, this life's a show, be my partner won't cha' darling?
Beatty automatically hated Zinerlorth, this smooth-talking garnet was not his righteous partner and yet he could not bring himself to order her between. A little after, his bronze hatched, to someone not worthy of him. All while the now rider had his little internal meltdown, Mayla impressed Zinrelorth's sister, Reapirith. No, it would not do. They were meant to be gold rider and bronzer rider, not garnet riders!
The man refused to talk to Mayla after the hatching, Zinrelorth however did not care about her rider's feelings. After all, what did he know? He can't boss her around, the garnet being quite fond of her sister and her rider. Weyrlinghood was not the best, immediately being laughed at by his parents for not achieving his goals, both father and mother ignored him for the rest of his time at Benden Weyr. His brother impressed brown mid-way through his candidacy and his sister a wherhandler, both very much loved by his parents but not him. Why not him?
Zin clashed a lot with Beatty, why wouldn't this small man not love her? She's perfect in every single way and yet her beloved would hate her, get angry at her for not being the shiny little dragon he wanted. Over time Zin and Beatty clashed and clashed over and over again, neither budging in what they wanted. The garnet hated that he loved Mayla and yet refused to because of his views. Beatty left Benden Weyr a month after graduation, transferring to Igen.
There many of his old friends had gone, away from Benden. Hopelessly trying to rekindle lost friendships, he too was one of them now, bonded to the wrong colour. But they didn't want him, no, not after how he treated them because of their dragon's colour. Igen was traditional but less than Benden, there the pair wouldn't be discriminated against and could live life simply. Zin was rather pleased with the new Weyr, a brand new stage, meant a brand new audience. Things began to settle nicely for the pair.
A new turn boils over and Zin is well into her years. She longs for more, for a new stage. Taking to bugging Beatty over and over each day, she knew she was correct for them to take flight to somewhere nicer. And while, Igen is fantastic but one can only stand so much. Semaca Weyr calls out for the pair, a promise of adventure and equality. The two set their marks for the strange Southlands, wondering who they'll meet and what they'll see.
And there, descending to their new lives, Zinrelorth spots a face all too friendly. Mayla and Reaprith.
