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BASICS
NAME: Rhaadys
GENDER: Masculine
PRONOUNS: Masculine (he/him/his)
ORIENTATION: Questioning, but likely straight
BIRTHDATE: Late Autumn 2746
AGE: 30 as of 2776
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Squadrider
WING: Dusk
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6' 2"
PLAY-BY: Mako (Legend of Korra)
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:
Standing at an impressive 6' 2" in height, Rhaadys has a muscular build from Turns of training for being a dragonrider, a life that didn't come about. As black as midnight in color, his hair is trimmed in a military cut, short and neat; his eyes are a simple dark brown, nothing special. Rhaadys prefers clothing that serves a purpose, often simple clothes and boots, if he's not wearing his riding leathers. In addition, though he often wears a peevish look or something near a scowl, he's more often caught in a pensive frown in recent days.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Rhaadys can be described as a prickly, uptight individual. Swift efficiency in all assigned duties is of the utmost importance, as is keeping a sense of honor and dignity while on active assignment. Some might call Rhaadys a military man, but he simply sees it necessary to stay true to ancient law. He privately thinks everyone should as well, and occasionally takes it upon himself to get involved in others' business to note their flaws and state that Tradition must be upheld to maintain order and bring balance. Rhaadys seeks to be useful; he truly does. He just goes about it in a very abrasive manner. While family is an additional aspect to Rhaadys' daily life that holds some import, upholding proper Tradition surpasses all other obligations.
Rhaadys is, to put it simply, both Traditionalist and a colorist. He firmly believes that garnets are an unnatural mutation and should not be present in Pernese life. He feels similarly toward whites, though to a lesser degree, due to his sister being a whiterider and his own reasoning. The only true, natural colors that should exist are gold, bronze, brown, blue, and green. No more, no less. Anything else disrupts the balance of Pernese life. Tradition dictates that metallic golds and bronzes are to lead, with the chromatic browns, blues, and greens as the workforce. To deviate from these laws is tantamount to casting aside everything that makes us human, in Rhaadys' expert opinion.
After being ignored at Hatching after Hatching, only to age out in disgrace, Rhaadys holds a bitterness and deep resentment close to his heart, and perhaps a hint of insecurity and uncertainty. Why was he passed up? What flaw made him unacceptable? Can he correct it? Stemming from this failure on the Hatching Grounds, Rhaadys strives for perfection in everything he does, to the point of it becoming an obsession. Now, with the misfortune of being bonded to a garnet wher of all creatures, he struggles even more. Disgust and frustration always color many of his interactions with garnets, even those with his own wher, though he seems more uncomfortable than truly disgusted with Dysk. He feels mildly ashamed to have been selected to be bonded to a garnet, and Dysk's patience doesn't help matters. As of right now, Rhaadys stands firmly by his beliefs, even while bonded to his Dysk.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Parents - both dragonriders - both living (presumed)
R'ydia of Brown Zaylith - younger half-sister - brownrider - alive [-3]
A'den of Blue Qamarth - younger brother - bluerider - alive [-7]
Rhaenys of White Cosmiath - younger sister - whiterider - alive [-9]
Timon - younger half-brother - Candidate - alive [-11]
Siblings/Half-Siblings - none to his knowledge - open tie(s)!
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Igen Weyr
HISTORY:
Rhaadys was born to two riders of Igen Weyr, firstborn as far as he knows. From the moment he could understand the concept, he put his first goal ahead of him: become a dragonrider like his parents. Not only that, but he would only be a rider of the best, a bronze or a brown, if no bronze sought him out. With this goal in mind, he began preparing himself for Candidacy; physically, mentally, and emotionally. He would become as close to perfect as he could be, and walk off those Sands with a bronze or brown in triumph and pride. The day he turned 15, Rhaadys signed up for Candidacy, certain he would be selected in short and swift order.
It was not meant to be, it seemed. Every Hatching Rhaadys attended resulted the same: no dragon. No triumph. No pride. Only disappointment and bitter frustration. For Turns, he continued to "better" himself, becoming obsessed with becoming efficient and perfect. Being "as close to perfect as he could be" was no longer acceptable. Perfect was it. Perfect was everything he needed to become a dragonrider. Failure came to Rhaadys like a splash of cold water as he aged out at 26 Turns. No dragonet had deemed him worthy to be his bonded, and Rhaadys was crushed. What was he to do now? He had no purpose in life other than dragonriding. A caravan came to Igen to trade their wares, and Rhaadys found them welcoming to a disgraced ex-Candidate such as himself. Turning his back on the Weyr that saw him unfit - in his mind, anyway - he departed with the caravan the next dawn.
Rhaadys knew whers traveled with their bonded handlers in caravans, but what he didn't expect was the invitation to Impress to one of the eggs. Whers were a touchy subject to the former Candidate. Whers couldn't fly. Whers couldn't breathe flame. Whers couldn't nor wouldn't Search. Whers weren't dragons. Yet Rhaadys slowly became more agreeable to the idea. Bonded to a wher, he would serve a greater purpose to his caravan. Thus, he agreed to the possibility of becoming a wherhandler.
Worst mistake he ever made.
A large egg had been rolled to him by the gold clutchmother, everyone positive it would contain bronze or brown, perhaps even gold. Rhaadys was prepared to take up the mantle of protector with this fine bronze or brown at his side, only for the egg to split to reveal a massive, magnificent...garnet. Stunned for a moment, Rhaadys was certain this was a mistake, only for the clutchmother to adamantly insist that this wher was meant to be with Rhaadys. Well, if the clutchmother said it was to be, how could Rhaadys refuse? He couldn't. To refuse a wherlet from the mother would be a grave insult and break from Tradition.
That night, Rhaadys walked away not with the bronze or brown he'd hoped, but a garnet that seemed more than happy to tolerate and aid in the managing of his "poor countenance", as she'd called it. It was around this time that Rhaadys realized that traveling with the caravan simply wasn't for him. He needed the structure and sense of duty a Weyr provided, but he was currently occupied with caring for Dysk as she matured. They were unable to leave, what with Dysk's current state of vulnerability due to her age. He decided, once the creature was grown, they would transfer not back to Igen - he could never show his face there again, disgraced former Candidate as he was, especially not with a strange garnet wher - but to Fort Weyr. It was the best available option to them. It was close to their current location, it remained true to Tradition, and it was the first established Weyr. It would do just fine.
As the caravan drew into Fort, Rhaadys kept his farewells short before striding away, garnet Dysk in tow, to present himself to the Wherleader and join the ranks of Fort's wherhandling squads. This was the next chapter of his life; his return to life in the Weyr. The only way to go from here was up.
UPDATES
- Late Spring 2775: In Threadfall, Rhaadys stumbles on a rock and falls onto his still-hot flamethrower, which burns his abdomen. (Moderate) Dysk bumps her head trying to check on him, bruising herself. (Mild)
