Ca'to

[Wolfkitt]

Ca'to

"A Force to be reckoned with... I will not be ignored."

BASICS
NAME: Ca'to
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

BIRTHDATE: Summer of 2755
AGE: 30 as of 2775
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: WingRider
WING: Daylight Wing

APPEARANCE
EYES: A deep chocolate brown.
HAIR: Sandy blonde, Straight and kept at a medium to short length
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'9, muscularly built
PLAY-BY: Alexander Ludwig
EXPY SOURCE: Cato (Hunger Games)
FULL APPEARANCE: Ca'to stands at 6'9" in height. He's not the tallest but he's far from the shortest. His build is lined with toned muscle that bespeaks strength and stamina. He's not bulky by any means, but certainly looks like he could probably hold his own against many an opponent. His movements aren't the most careful as they rely more on sheer strength than any sort of finesse. But he clearly has spent a fair amount of time around weapons to know his way around them. His skin is marred only slightly by a few small scars that look to have been inflicted by burn or blade, but they're all very minor and many look fairly old. He tends to make no attempt to hide them, he sees them as lessons to be learned from and ever remembered.

Ca'to prefers to wear light clothing that excel in comfort and functionality. Neutral colors seem to be his preference though he'll occasionally be seen dressing up just a little more should the mood take him. He prefers to keep his appearance tidy but doesn't seem to have a whole lot of flair to it most of the time. He keeps his hair at a medium cut, just enough to be able to style it but not enough where the upkeep is a nightmare. Ca'to walks with the air of someone driven... Not manic, but someone who knows what they want, how to get it, and has some sort of timeline as to when it will happen. Standing tall and sure, it's rare for Ca'to not to meet the eye of another.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Like fire, there were many aspects to the personality of a person. For Ca'to he held the violent hostility that came with a raging inferno, wild and fierce was his temper. He typically burned hot and fast. Quick to take offense for himself or others, quick to act, quick to anger, quick to attack. Ca'to didn't show the meaning of hesitance. Thankfully he was also fairly quick at thinking on his feet... To a point. Rarely did Ca'to fully think past the next few minutes being much more reactionary than strategic which certainly got him into more than a few issues while he was growing up. Ca'to was quite prideful, and with one as great as he, who wouldn't be?

As fiery as his temper can flare, Ca'to also has a slow burn... He is incredibly ambitious and if something is within his desire, it is within his grasp. At least this is how he sees his world. He will go to many lengths to achieve his goals, whatever those end up being, and does not usually mind if it's not to the benefit of others. He takes great pride in his own strength and sees strength as that which to judge others. If one was weak, they were hardly worth his time.

As hostile as Ca'to can be, he can also bring the warm comfort that only a fireside can bring... To a select few. Ca'to doesn't often allow himself to get close to others, but when he deems one worthy they find a steadfast and loyal companion. He is fiercely, perhaps unhealthily, protective of those he deems 'his'. But in the right company he can be suave and smooth... To an extent. He's not an animal after all.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Resalta (Mother, Rider), Faxar (Blacksmith)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None currently
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY: Born at Fort Weyr to a Rider and Blacksmith, Ca'to was more or less raised by his father. His mother was not absent in his life by any means and he was well familiar with both she and her partner. From an early age, Ca'to's mother always would say that he was born for the skies but his father did so wish him to follow in his footsteps instead. A foot in both worlds, Ca'to would grow strong and fierce.

When he was old enough, Ca'to began to learn the craft of his Father showing a keen interest in crafting weapons in particular. He was always a fairly violent child, found scrapping with other children and often being found the instigator. He learned quickly and found he enjoyed the craft his father performed but still he found that he wanted more. Ca'to didn't often lose his head in the clouds, but he could often be found out in the Weyrbowl watching the dragons fly... Magnificent beasts in all colors in the skies of Pern. And as he grew, so too did the longing to join their ranks.

His father managed to keep his attention for only a turn after he had come of age to stand for a Clutch. Ca'to could not keep down the growing urge to become a Rider like his mother. The desire grew within him until he could no longer contain it and then after a passionate explanation to his father about why he should join those that took to the skies, Ca'to was allowed to stand for his first Clutch.

Excited and eager, Ca'to just knew that he was going to find his partner no problem. So it was that he joined the ranks of Candidates at fifteen turns. Proud and sure, Ca'to stood for his first Clutch... And was left standing. This came as a hit to Ca'to. He was destined for the skies. He was destined to find the strongest Bronze dragon and become Weyrleader. He was destined for greatness. So where was his partner? Quickly Ca'to formed a preference for Bronze dragons seeing them as the strongest and the greatest of those in the skies.

Almost two turns of clutches passed... Not one dragon even looked his way. Ca'to began to become discouraged. It wasn't like there were no strong Bronzes to be his partner... But none even considered him. Ca'to tried to keep his resolve. He had plenty of turns before he was not eligible to stand for his chances. His day would come. He would fly the sky astride a Bronze. But fate had other plans... One such clutch held his partner... But as egg after egg hatched of this particular clutch, his Bronze never came... But as he was about to write off this clutch as well, not holding his partner within their shells, a voice hissed into his mind. Yes... You have potential. You will do quite nicely. Ca'to, Mine.
Together, you and your Raseth, will rule this Weyr. As if they had already been having a conversation that Ca'to was not privy to, Ca'to turned his head to meet the whirling rainbows of an impressing dragon. And that dragon was impressing to... Him? His gaze was locked upon the dragon's eyes for a moment before sliding down to the rest of him. Dark as night with white markings that snaked across his wings, darker still were the almost skeletal markings along his small frame... "No... No no." Ca'to shook his head a little bit. This wasn't right. This couldn't be right. He was destined for a Bronze... A great dragon. Not this puny little... Creature. And yet a weird slightly distorted laugh echoed in his mind. My Rider...
Strength comes in forms more than just brawn. But nothing more was said as Ca'to's mind fought to wrap around this and the fact that already this dragonet wound tendrils into his mind and heart. He was his... Here was his partner.

It took some time for Ca’to to fully accept his bonded. He knew that once you impressed, you didn't break that bond until one of you perished. And the severing of that bond was painful... Typically to the point of death. But even if Rasath was not the Bronze that Ca'to had dreamed of flying with, he slowly came to realize that he was the dragon he was meant to fly with. Raseth might not bear the classic strength but as the turns went on, Ca’to would learn that Raseth had his own strength to offer. Fire and Ice often made strange partners, but for these two it worked.

As time went on, Ca'to has learned much about the strength of others and what strength truly was. He's learned that strength can be as varied as the colors around him and that it didn't simply lie in brute force. Much of this is due to his bond with Raseth, and some just from what you run into in day to day life. Ca'to still tends to lean into the brute violent strength of his own nature, but he is coming to understand and embrace the strength of others even if it differs from his own. A good ten turns with his dragon has shown him many things and he has grown much through adversity, both within and outside of himself but each step has been taken closer and closer with the dragon that chose him as his own those turns ago.

[Wolfkitt]

RASETH



BASICS
NAME: Raseth
BIRTHDATE Late Sumer 2762
AGE: 3 turns as of 2765

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 34 ft
HEIGHT: 8.5 ft
WINGSPAN: 51 ft
COLOR: Blue
HEX CODE: #626779
FULL APPEARANCE: Raseth is on the smaller end of blues, speedy and off like a shot. His legs are long and thin, giving him the illusion that he is taller than he actually is, and he is very good at playing up that image. He isn't fragile, and can take several hits before he really admits that he's feeling sore. He is a dark, almost midnight blue all over. His markings are a blue-gray, almost looking white in some lights. The colors trace in thin, net-like patterns over his wings, faded at the tips into a darker smoke-gray-blue. His front feet have the same darker smoke color over them, like he'd stepped in paint. His face is marked in the lighter coloration, like claws reaching around his head to consume everything.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Raseth is the epitome of 'the road to Between is paved with good intentions'. He intends to do good things. He intends to make himself a powerful dragon, leading the Weyr with himself and his human. He will make deals with terrible dragons, sneak out and forge secret alliances, anything underhanded and sneaky to secure a "brighter" future. He doesn't see his work as bad. In his mind, he is going to make things better. He's going to make Pern a better place if they could only see what good he is doing.

To his human, Raseth wants to see them succeed. He wants them to be in power. He wants them to lead the weyr - no, all of Pern! He will do anything to make that happen, and though he doesn't actually understand why double-crossing others is wrong, he values them more than anything. He honestly adores his partner, his rider, and only wants to do things for them. He wants to make sure they are happy. His softer side is only really seen in private, and he will passionately deny any sort of "mushiness" in public.

Voice: Raseth's voice is masculine, though there is a strangeness to the timber, almost a small distortion. He doesn't hear anything wrong with it, and is prone to some flowery language when he's trying to seal a deal.