please ignore the fancy ink, but never the hair
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire Character. Dragon admin property.
NAME: V’les
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: biromantic
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2720
AGE: 47, as of 2767
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider, Healer
WING: Healer's
APPEARANCE
EYES: Hazel, almond shaped
HAIR: A whole lot of brown hair
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'4", maintained
PLAY-BY: Maximiliano Patane
FULL APPEARANCE: Tall. Broad of shoulder and narrow of hip. V'les looks like a dozen other dragonriders. Cheeks patterned with faint char scars that look almost like freckles. Good, strong features that some might find handsome. An earthy, rugged appearance. Long nose in a long face. Strong features that stand out. He does wear a bit more hair than most. Including facial hair. He shaves in on occasion, but mostly V'les lets it grow out, keeping it trim and neat.
Curly brown hair, worn at least down to his shoulders, hiding the ear Thread took. Just as his clothing usually hides the knotted scar on the same shoulder. Starting at the top and working its way down the shoulder blade. Eating away parts of V'les before moving on to Ebyth. Not ashamed, in any fashion, of his scars, just that he allowed them to happen. still seen when he does work without a shirt, or ties his hair back for tasks that require it out of his face.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Once upon a time he was a weyrbrat. What many would expect of a child born to riders and raised amongst them. Adventurous, but always willing to turn his hand to a task once it was given. Prone to wandering and finding trouble if left to his own devices. Many a tunnel snake nest was found and terrorized in his youth. In many ways V'les is still that boy everyone suspected would Impress, probably to a brown. He didn't have that arrogant swagger of a man destined to take charge.
He still doesn't. He is level headed in a crisis (so long as it doens't involve children, the plight of children seems to strip V'les of any calm) and much less prone to mischief these days. Dependable. Steady. But with something beneath that. Perhaps he says yes too easily to things some would balk at. Maybe it is the way he watches the Weyr change with a thoughtful frown. The quiet, almost kind way, he talks of improper leadership.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Velstarr - child
Arles - child
Oriole - child
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY: V'les remembers, some, of the blight that made rationing a necessity across a lot of Pern. Crop failure and wherry plagues making food scarce for man and dragon alike. But that wasn't even the worst of it. No, the real madness came later with Golre and Vizeth. Behind them came the rise of the mutations. But these were good times too. When V'les and Ebyth first met. Nose to nose as the egg cracked, V'les having been knocked down by another hatchling, only just catching himself in the hot sands before face planting directly into the rocking egg. Call it fate or interference, it was still Impression.
V'les was a sturdy, steady youth, and Ebyth was just the color he had been expected to Impress. Browns and their riders were handy, after all. V'les and Ebyth equally amenable to carrying out whatever task was set before them. Neither really interested in the violence that surrounded them, but not apart from it either. There were orders to follow and a Weyr to protect. And Abyth was so very loathe to disappoint a gold, even if he was no bronze.
Old hat as dragon and rider when the pass began. But not old hat at fighting Thread. A different sort of enemy than they were used to. All the drills and practice in the world hadn't prepared them for real Threadfall. And had they been a younger pair, less in tuned, the clump that marred them might have killed them instead. It took a season to see them flight ready again, and another to see them near-whole and wing ready. Never the same though, both scarred from it. It was this event that really drove V'les into learning healing, dragon healing in particular.
If a pass was supposed to calm the waters of Weyr conflict, it did not. Slowly the tensions rose until they were neck deep in it again. Drowning as Golre declared outright war and Fort stood to slaughter them. They fought, as Vizeth commanded, but in the end the pair submitted. What was the use of fighting for a dead queen? They were the invaded then. Fort taking over what had been their Weyr. Defeat was not a pleasant brew to drink. Still bitter in the mouth, even as they slowly scrape back to being their own Weyr. Not the same though. Something lacking. Strange dragonless men leading what they can never understand. It is bad time for High Reaches indeed.
UPDATES
- Fall, 6768: V'les overworks himself dealing with the Threadfall, and actually manages to fall asleep standing up. This leads to him actually falling, and he sprains his left wrist breaking the fall as he wakes up (Moderate).
- Summer, 6770: V'les is promoted to Wingleader of the Healer's Wing.
