TW: A genuinely horrible human being
"The twain
On ten feet run
Three eyes and one
Trained upon victory
Foreseen
With steel, darkness comes"
BASICS
NAME: W'lod (pronounced Wa-lood)
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Winter 2727
AGE: 50 as of Early Fall 2777
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bronzerider
WING: Firestorm
APPEARANCE
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Black, graying due to age
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3", fit and strong
PLAY-BY: Barnabas Tharmr (Final Fantays 16)
EXPY SOURCE: Barnabas Tharmr (Final Fantays 16)
FULL APPEARANCE:
A man who wears his age proudly, and with eyes as cold as the winter moon, W'lod has a presence to him. There is no doubt to it. He has his scars from Threadfall, from fights, from the war. He has no shame in them. He is quick on his feet, his hands are weathered but strong. His hair is usually a vaguely tamed tussle of black, and he often keeps himself both well kept despite his scruff. He knows some find him attractive, he does not care about them. He wears dark leathers with blue shirts, willing to pay the extra marks for dyeing such dark fabrics.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
W'lod is a ruthless, ambitious, cold man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. There is no line he will not cross. The means will always be justified by the end result, there are no exceptions. He believes it is a bronzerider's right to rule even above a goldrider. Everyone else is subservient and should remain that way. He finds High Reaches' method of government foolish and fragile. He will lie, he will exploit those around him, he will trample over everyone to get every scrap of power he can gain. He is no fool, he has the strength and the intelligence to back it up.
He is a man who does not have regrets. What he and other bronzeriders did at Benden were completely justified for the strength of the Weyr. There is nothing 'wrong' to him, so long it is in the name of strengthening something or someone. The Weyr must be strong with strong, robust bloodlines. Weyrfolk must be strong through toil. Leadership must be lead with strong riders. If a candidate cannot handle the chaos of a hatching, they should be ejected after they prove their weakness. He is firm in these principles, and cares little for what others think of him.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Drudge parents at Benden Weyr, no siblings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Benden Weyr
HISTORY:
Walood was born to the simplest of drudge parents, dropped in the creche, and ultimately forgotten about as most Weyr parents are. He thrived in the company of others, being a smart and ambitious young man eager to get only the best in life. Even when he entered candidacy, he had one goal and one goal only: impress bronze. His mindset was fixed, and he was not above sabotaging other candidates to get exactly what he wanted. He would lock his competitors in their rooms for a hatching, poison their food for them to get ill, anything short of death to ensure he would be the prime candidate for bronze.
And it did pay off.
When he was 17, a big bronze found him, his Velenuth, found him. The pair were immediately in-step, sailing through weyrlinghood with the same sort of dirty tricks and unbreakable ambition that had gotten Walood - now W'lod - his bronze in the first place. They were clearly going to be powerful. This did not make them popular by any means, and many would complain about the unscrupulous pair's actions, though Benden leadership cared very little for complaints against a bronzerider.
Graduating and instantly being part of the numerous hold raiding parties, W'lod found himself thriving in the ruthlessness of the Interval War. There were no rules, there were no limits. Each prisoner taken, each hold raided, every opportunity made him stand out more and more among the leadership. He wanted more. He wanted more power, more strength.
Not long after Wyzeth 'transferred' out, W'lod was invited to the inner circle among Benden leadership. That is where he found out what happened to the gold pair, and why the clutches as of late were so large. He found no problem with this. Keeping a gold secret, forcing her to rise and ensure their clutches would be full and the weyr being stuffed with capable riders? Why wouldn't every Weyr do such a thing? Even he encouraged Velenuth to chase, siring a few clutches himself. It was to strengthen the weyr.
When things crumbled, W'lod remained fast to his principles. It was justified. That rat of a wherhandler should have known his place. Benden was restructured, and he found himself out of the upper echelons. He stayed at the weyr for several more turns before deciding to transfer. There was no use staying in this shell of a weak Weyr anymore. He transferred out to High Reaches among its overcrowding issues. His sheer force of will would make these weaker riders bend the knee and see the folly of their ways.
