K'stryl of White Branth

[Grayson]

K'STRYL OF WHITE BRANTH
"I'm just so very glad to be here."

BASICS
NAME: K'stryl (formerly Kinestryl)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Demiromantic homosexual

BIRTHDATE: Late summer 2751
AGE: 21 as of 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'5", sturdy
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FULL APPEARANCE:

A little over average height, Kinestryl is the sort of young man who doesn't gather much attention, at first glance at least. On the sturdy side of average without being blocky, he's just another well-built young man. His face is symmetrical and generally pleasing to the eye, but it's the way he carries himself that really stands out - straight back, square shoulders and an unspoken expectation that he will be listened to.

Perhaps the most irritating thing about Kinestryl is that he always looks good, at all times and in all places. He's just got that sort of look, where a rumpled shirt seems artful and a formal jacket looks amazing. Even when he forgets to shave it just looks good on him, and it's entirely possible that even if you dragged him through a swamp backwards he'd somehow manage to make it work.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Sober introspection and a responsible attitude are the province of the heir. The spare? He's more-or-less expected to have fun. As long as he does his duty by the Hold, the spare's wastrel ways generally don't turn heads, and Kinestryl was quite happy to live that stereotype to the full. He retains a devil-may-care streak, and the sort of confidence that comes with the lifelong knowledge that one might get dressed down in public, but in private an indulgent parent will demand the stories and provide quiet rewards. Usually. That confidence has been a little dented of late, but the echoes of it are still there, and he fakes it well.

Generally laid-back and interested in being everybody's friend rather than the staunch, sober and respected commander, Kinestryl has often found himself a popular man. Physically fit, good-looking, and personable, he's always been a leader, but he's the sort of leader who leads the way into the gather-tent and buys the first round, and he can't really tell actual friends from hangers-on. He can put in some hard graft on occasion, but it's usually only to get the job done faster so he can kick back and relax.

Kinestryl's fear of rejection, however, is never far from the surface. He's been rejected by those who'd previously indulged him, rejected by their entire world, and that wound strikes deep. He'll draw people into his orbit with sheer charisma, but never let them get close enough to hurt him the way his parents and siblings did over something he simply can’t help.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Lord Dantryl, Lady Kinelia of Lemos. An older brother, and various siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts, etc.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Lemos Hold
HISTORY:

TW: Homophobia

Second-born son of the Lord and Lady Holder of Lemos, Kinestryl lived a life of privilege as a child. Without the heir's cares and responsibilities he ran wild, and his indulgent parents let him; he didn't end up too spoiled, but he certainly never had to deal with the usual problems of childhood. He grew older without quite managing to grow up, and - in time-honoured tradition for second sons - he took up wine and wenching, and generally having a wonderful time in between learning how to manage Lemos' farms and forests.

Something was always out-of-place, though, never quite right, but Kinestryl mostly ignored that feeling. He buried it deep under the jobs of the day and the rowdier nights, but eventually it came to the surface when he got black-out drunk and woke up to find a man in his bed. That first time, he managed to sneak his paramour out without anyone noticing, but the second time he wasn't so lucky, and in possibly the first serious lecture of his entire life he was informed that such behaviour was unbecoming of the son of a Lord Holder and that he would be fostering in Crom, whose Lord Holder was seeking a husband for one of his daughters, and that whatever happened in Crom, Kinestryl would not be returning to Lemos.

Within the space of two days, Kinestryl found himself ostracised in Lemos and sent off to Crom, where Lord Leonius took over his education and training as a Lord Holder's son with an eye to having a son-in-law who knew more about managing farmers and foresters than the miners Leonius and his own heir more frequently dealt with; unfortunately for Kinestryl, it was the Lord Holder's nephew who caught his eye, rather than one of his daughters. Determined to do his duty by Lemos, Kinestryl lived with ignoring the attraction for half a turn or so, only to be stunned at the last Gather of autumn when a dragonrider from the Reaches stared at him a little too long, then invited him to return to the Weyr with her. Aware that the Weyr's ways were not a Hold's, Kinestryl leapt at the chance, hoping to redeem himself for his failures by Impressing and becoming a dragonrider. And so he arrives at High Reaches Weyr, full of hope and fear and with only his huntbird, his remaining belongings and his bloodline to his name.

[Grayson]

Jess



BASICS
NAME: Jess
BIRTHDATE Spring 2767
AGE: 5 as of 2772
SPECIES: Huntbird (Red Kite)

APPEARANCE
WINGSPAN: 70"
FULL APPEARANCE:
Jess is a huntbird, very pale for her kind with long wings and a long forked tail. She's nowhere near as large or heavy an animal as her wingspan suggests; there's actually quite a small bird inside all those feathers, and as a result she doesn't take down prey of the size one might expect if one only sees her in flight.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Some huntbirds are brave and bold, taking down prey many times their own size regularly. Jess is not one of those birds. She is, however, very agile in the air and capable of great feats of aerobatics, and of descending at speed onto her hapless (but generally very small) prey. Hatched in captivity, she's friendly towards Kinestryl - well, as friendly as a huntbird ever gets.

[Grayson]

Branth


BASICS
NAME: Branth
BIRTHDATE Early Spring 2774
AGE: 0 as of 2774

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 26 ft
HEIGHT: 6.5 ft
WINGSPAN: 39 ft
COLOR: White
HEX CODE: #cfcfd0
FULL APPEARANCE:
Branth is a small, white dragon, his hide as grey as the rocks of his mountain home. The markings on his wing resemble the bare, gnarled roots and branches of a tree in winter. His head is darker, with a pattern like wolf's fur. He has a strange marking on one hip, that up close resolves into something vaguely like a face. He's an average dragon in terms of build, neither the smallest nor the largest, without any unusual proportions or rare grace of form to particularly distinguish him from his peers. It is only up close his greatest oddity is apparent- Branth's hide is covered by a thin layer of short fur, no longer than a young runner's. He'll need a slightly different mixture of oil than other dragons to keep it healthy but otherwise it doesn't seem to bother him.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Branth is a deeply honorable dragon. He'll do the right thing as he sees it, for better or worse. The greater good or likely consequences have little meaning for him. He keeps his promises, does his duty and tells the truth, even when he knows it's likely to end poorly. He often doesn't see trouble coming, however, as he doesn't think things through but just considers what feels right. Despite being a white, Branth is a traditionalist through and through. He thinks the old ways were best and supports the return of the metallics to power, although he keeps this opinion largely to himself as he knows it is unpopular at High Reaches. He agrees Golre was evil and that unjust dragons shouldn't remain in charge just because of their color, but overall thinks the old ways were better.

Branth prefers to keep the world at something of a distance. He doesn't let many people in. The people he does care about, however, he loves intensely. His chosen family is his first priority and he will do everything in his power to protect them and keep them close. This includes his rider first and foremost and whoever his rider decides to let in, as well as his own friends. While he has his own ideas about how the world should be, he has no desire to rule the weyr or to change it. So long as he is free to do as he pleases, he has little interest in dictating how others should live. If someone is doing something truly vile, or if someone he cares about is threatened, Branth will intervene but the bar is high. Deeply introspective, Branth spends much of his time daydreaming. He enjoys harper stories of passes long ago and considering practical ways of how to improve the weyr. While Branth is uninterested in politics for politics' sake, he is interested in the practical side of things- like where a new defensive wall should be built or how the herdbeasts could be made more readily accessible. He shares these ideas mostly with his rider or closest friends.

Branth has an unusually close mental bond with his rider and the two will often dream each other's memories, whether they intend to or not.

Voice: Branth's voice is a teenage boy's, with a bit of an echo like the wind.

Why Me?: Him and K'stryl's strengths complement each other. Maybe he can help K'stryl find acceptance and meaning in his life and K'stryl can help him find his voice.