"I'll love you until the stars stop burning."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: L'ir, born Lansir
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Spring 2739
AGE: 35 as of Fall 2774
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingsecond, Hostler, Dad
WING: Healer's Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Dark brown, nearly black
HAIR: Black, short and straight
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'10, sturdy
PLAY-BY: Trieu Tran
FULL APPEARANCE: L'ir appears a rider much like any other. His clothes are simple, but well-kept. He wears riding leathers more rarely than other riders do, solely because his dragon dislikes flying and he rarely has need of them, preferring loose pants and shirts in neutral colors. He is usually smiling and moves with a slow and relaxed gait, as if he has nowhere in particular he needs to be and is happy to simply enjoy a beautiful day.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: L'ir is neither his mother or his father. He dotes on his daughter and his dragon without hesitation, giving Byth and little Lotte everything their hearts desire. He's the sort of dad, friend and rider who will stay up all night keeping watch for the monsters under the bed without complaint. He's indulgent and patient and enjoys being needed, although instilling discipline is...not his forte. He can be awkward and embarrassing and not know when to back off, but he means well, even if he will likely continue buying Lotte dolls and ruffly dresses until she's well into her teens.
L'ir brings this same almost-painful earnestness to everything he does. He's trusting, gentle and good-natured, to the point of gullibility. He can easily be talked into trying just about anything, so long as it doesn't risk someone he cares about. He wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn't hesitate to express his feelings, even when he would be better served keeping them to himself.
L'ir has few ambitions for himself. He simply wants to be happy and build a warm and loving home for his family. He is a man of simple tastes and easily satisfied, although he does have enough of his mother in him to have big dreams for his own child. She seems so smart and kind and beautiful, he cannot see how she would ever grow to be anything but great.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: Firnad
Mother: Lansla
Older Sister: Firn
Younger Sister: Fanla
Daughter: Lanselotte, born 2760
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Ista Hold
HISTORY: The world was always good to Lansir. He was born the second child and first son to a moderately prosperous pair of Istan holders. From the first, his mother doted on him. He was her precious boy, her perfect child. And he loved her in kind. It never dawned on him that the woman who was so kind to him had cruelty hidden in her heart. When his older sister, Firn, took to spending day and night upon the sea, he didn't dream that she was fleeing anything. He thought she loved it, as many Istans did, and was happy for her she'd found a life she enjoyed although he regretted that she always something of a stranger to him.
His younger sister, Fanla, took to following him around. He adored her, showering her in little stories and flowers and small trinkets he bought from gathers. His father was often focused on matters outside their home, but when he was with them, he was gentle, kind and loving. It was an idyllic childhood, filled with Harper lessons and lazy sails and long restdays spent wading the Istan beaches searching for pearls and firelizard eggs.
From the day he turned fifteen, Lansir's mother shoved him in front of every Searchdragon that came, convinced he would be weyrleader one day. None ever gave him a second glance. Instead, he became a hostler. He enjoyed working with the runners, who appreciated his slow and easy manner and it made his mother happy, him working even indirectly for the Lord Holder. She was convinced some fine lady would marry him and make him Lord and he loved her enough to play along.
While the dragons never did see anything in Lansir, they seized upon his sister the first time they set eyes on her. His mother, to Lansir's great confusion, was furious. Why shouldn't Firn go off and be a dragon rider, just because he himself could not? He was happy with his life and hoped the weyr would treat her well. His mother just patted him on the head and tutted about how kind and gallant her precious boy was and what fools the dragons were not to see it.
A few turns later, Lansir fell in love for the first time. The girl in question wasn't a lady. She was a Harper journeywoman, there to study with an Istan singer. Her name was Elotte and she had the most beautiful voice Lansir had ever heard. He wooed her with flowers and necklaces and small bits of lace and truly awful poetry, until she finally decided he would do, for now. She wouldn't marry him, as her dreams lay far beyond Ista's shores, but that didn't mean they couldn't be happy while she was there.
And they were. They hid their relationship from the hold, as Elotte had no wish to become the subject of gossip and when Elotte became pregnant, she left before she started to show. She returned nine months later, just long enough to leave her daughter behind. She had dreams and ambitions that didn't include caring for a small child, but she was sure her little Lanselotte would do just fine in her father's care.
Lansir adored his new infant daughter from the moment he laid eyes on her. His mother was not pleased. Her son would accomplish more with his life than raising some...some...some GIRL! And an illegitimate one at that! She informed Lansir the child would be sent away, to be cared for by distant relatives, and that he didn't need to trouble his mind any further about that. It was the first time Lansir had ever seen her anger, had gotten any hint of what Firn had lived with all her life. He prevailed upon an old friend for transport to Fort Weyr, where he found a position in the stables.
Lansir missed his home, but he couldn't have allowed his Lotte to be sent away or to grow up under his mother's cold, hateful gaze. Lotte thrived in the weyr, loving the dragons and the whers and having so many other children to play with. Lansir took her to Gathers and to Hatchings and did his best to give her everything she could ever want, although he couldn't bring her mother back to her and his funds were limited. He kept in touch with his family and Elotte at first, but it soon became clear his mother would never forgive Lotte for stealing her son from her, that his father would never go against his mother and that Elotte wanted nothing more than to forget the daughter she'd given up. Soon, the only one he continued to write was his baby sister, Fanla.
At Serapheth's first hatching, Lansir's fortunes changed again. He had never put himself forward as a candidate, having already been forced before enough Searchdragons to know he didn't have whatever it was dragonriding took, but he still went to every hatching. He enjoyed the air of festivity and watching the dragonets stumble their way into the world as his daughter clapped and laughed.
But this time was different. Lansir watched with his heart in his throat as one of the eggs struggled to hatch, until the weyrwoman forced it open with her boot. The little green that came forth was too large, too scared, too shy. And he watched as Serapheth, the great gold horror, shadowed her strange baby and protected her as she searched the candidates, over and over again, until she finally cried, loud enough the whole weyr heard it, L-LANSIR! I'm scared!
In shock, but already feeling tender affection for this gentle green who wanted him for her own, he stumbled down to the sands and fed his new dragon (Not, he suspected, that Serapheth would have let him so much as dream of doing otherwise). And just like that, his little family expanded to three. Byth and Lotte, thank Faranth, made fast friends of each other and he would frequently peel a sleeping Lotte off the green's body to return her to her foster parents.
It soon became clear that Byth would never fight thread like her brothers and sisters. She wasn't anywhere near a strong enough flier and L'ir wouldn't risk her for the sake of his own glory. But he never wanted her to doubt her value, that she was special and important in her own right. So they joined the healer's wing. Byth was so gentle and kind, so good with Lotte and her friends, that she could surely comfort and rescue their fallen brethren in Fall. He hoped that Byth's life could be full and happy, no matter that she would never be quite like other dragons.
