"Gross! Freaking idiot!"
- Napoleon Dynamite
BASICS
NAME: L'ndrah [Lyzandrah]
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Demiromantic bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Winter 2746
AGE: 31 as of Winter 2777
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Smith, Greenrider
WING: Daylight Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'10" and stocky
PLAY-BY: N/A
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE: One's first impression of L'ndrah would be to keep their distance - and rightfully so. Nothing about his exterior promotes a cheerful disposition. From his constantly slouched posture to the eternal frown, there is only one word that truly describes him: 'cranky'. He keeps his dark brown hair neat and orderly, hardly touching the tips of his shoulders. Yet his bangs are allowed to run free as they sweep across his left eye, completely obscuring it from view. This might be a tactful decision, as it also conceals the heavy threadscoring on his left cheek. His face is pocketmarked by acne scars. L'ndrah has a nose piercing that circles from one nostril to the other as well as two piercings on his left ear - both on the upper cartilage. He is broad-shouldered and lanky, though the muscles of his arms are well-defined from his turns working the forge. L'ndrah, for some reason, is never quite able to grow a full-fledged beard and moustache, so he's stuck with wisps of what could have been.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: L'ndrah is unpleasant to be around and he has no right to be. His upbringing was stable, his family healthy and happy. Yet he's such a recluse that if one were to try and pry him from his comfort zone, he may as well be hissing and spitting. He gives the air of somebody suffering from depression but he is not, in fact, depressed. L'ndrah just ... doesn't like people. Not much, anyway. In fact he's a pretty big asshole. Whenever he isn't silent as a statue, he's making snarky comments under his breath. If somebody calls him on it, he acts like they 'just don't understand him'. Nobody understands him. He's all pent up angst with few redeeming qualities other than cleaning up nice and he doesn't cause any trouble (because causing trouble means you actually have to be present).
L'ndrah does genuinely love his family. He just has a very odd way of showing it. It's primarily in the form of 'defending their honor' and he gets riled up very quickly if one besmirches their good name - particularly Leena with her tragic fall from Wingleadership. Otherwise he is very passive about his kin and doesn't really interact with them all that much, which gives the impression he doesn't care.
Of all the things that he can't be bothered with, hygiene and health are two of them. L'ndrah's baths are spread out a little too thin and he doesn't always eat when he really should - mostly because he just can't be bothered to remember. How troublesome. Catch him during a long sevenday and he will be ripe. Funnily enough this turns on its head pretty quickly if somebody catches his eye. L'ndrah is not immune to love and when he falls, he falls hard. Like, borderline obsessive. He pines for that 'one true romance', mistaking a simple glance his way as a showing of somebody's desire in him. If L'ndrah is suddenly clean and proper and smelling like roses, it's because he's actively pursuing the heart of another who probably doesn't even know he exists. And he will fall hard once rejected. He's a nice guy! Nobody gets him.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Leena of Green Verinth- Older sister
Sarah of Green Lukith - Older sister (✝)
Arena of Void Oscamith - Sister (36)
A handful of other siblings - Open Ties
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY: Weyrbred as could be, Lyzandrah was born into the creche from the breeding of two dragonriders who never really lay claim to him. That was all well and good. He was raised with love and affection and taught all about dragonkin and Weyr workings from the getgo. He was surrounded on all sides by children claiming to be his siblings - or at least, half-siblings. It didn't matter much to him whether they were full-blooded or not. He loved them all the same. His older sisters were constantly getting into trouble. Arena was the most sensible of their lot, next to him. Lyzandrah decided from a young age that it was best to keep his head down instead of shoving his neck into trouble.
Everything changed when ... puberty came. So many ch-ch-changes and Lyzandrah's mood flipped with a quick switch. Once upon a time he had been happy-go-lucky but after coming of age he was just ... sullen, quiet, angry. There was no call to reason for this as his life was ultimately a happy one. His increased dourness was only compounded by the fire-lizard egg he was given by Sarah as a nameday gift. The crude and belittling green that became of the egg was no saint. Lyzandrah distanced himself from his siblings and set upon his own path which was ... pretty uncertain, as it were. He knew he wanted to be a dragonrider - or at least that's what he was told he should be. Lyzandrah was skeptical of it. In the meantime, he turned his eyes towards smithing as a potential craft because Faranth did it feel good to beat hot metal mercilessly into shape.
Of course he would stand for clutches as they were laid - once he was old enough to be considered a candidate, of course! Though Lyzandrah wasn't completely sure if this was the destiny he wanted. One by one, his siblings Impressed before him. Leena and Sarah both became bonded to greens on the same day. It seemed emerald was a hue best suited for their family, as Yuiryth claimed him as her own from the clutch that Benden had wreaked havoc upon during its Touching. The sparks between Yuiryth and Molift were real and fiery and continue to this day.
It wasn't long after his christening of L'ndrah that Sarah was befouled by the blade of bandits. Leena blamed her weyrmate, Danielle, for the murder and L'ndrah found himself in the same corner as her. Arena was not convinced but was also ... quiet herself. If he had been able to see past his own desire to separate from others, L'ndrah would notice that Arena was doing much of the same. His older sister eventually transferred to Semaca Weyr for reasons he was not certain of, though he suspected it had something to do with he inability to Impress a dragon and how close she was to aging out ... Soon L'ndrah joined the ranks of fully-fledged riders. He took up in Daylight Wing under the wingleadership of Leena, but it was not to last. In 2769 a catastrophic threadfall led to two fatalities in their wing, one of which Leena was fully responsible for. She stepped down from her position. The following turn, a clump was blown into L'ndrah's face, resulting in an unsightly scar on his left cheek.
There were whisperings of his sister finally becoming bonded to an unusual dragon at Semaca. He really should be trying to reach out soon. Eventually. Maybe next turn.
