Triskelion of brown Risk

[Grayson]

TRISKELION OF BROWN RISK
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BASICS
NAME: Triskelion of brown Risk
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

BIRTHDATE: Late spring 2720
AGE: 55 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler
WING: Sunburst Squad

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Curly silver-shot brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9", sturdy
PLAY-BY: N/A
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:

Triskelion looks like a woman who's done some hard work in her life, muscular and square-shouldered with nothing slight about her. She also looks like she's had quite a long life, with the original dark brown of her hair striped with silver, and a face seamed with wrinkles; it's possible that part of that has to do with a life spent outdoors, though, rather than sheer age, because she moves like a woman decades younger than the lines on her face suggest.

Typically to be found in a fitted leather corselet rather than a bodice, she wears armour as though she were born to it, and most people would bet on first seeing her that she was a Hold guard - and they wouldn't be wrong. With a spine as straight as her spear, and well turned-out at all times and in all places, Triskelion carries herself with pride and confidence - although the knots of a wherhandler might help with that. A measured stride and the callouses of long training tell their own tale, even when she isn't on duty.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Triskelion was born to be a Guard, or at least anyone who didn't know her as a youngster would think so. Neat and punctilious, and a stickler for order - when people are watching, at least - the best word to describe her is 'regimented'. She's the sort of person who, when having egg and soldiers for breakfast, assigns each piece of bread a rank, then eats them in rank order. What might be a little more surprising is that she'll start with the Lord Holder and finish with the recruit.

In her own quarters and around her family and trusted friends, Triskelion is actually quite subversive. She taught her grandchildren new words to one of the Harper tunes, then looked innocent when their parents started wondering where they'd picked that up from. She drew eyes on one of the signs in the guardroom when no-one was around. She's forever sending new recruits to stores for long weights and elbow grease, or off to the smiths for some fresh sparks. It's usually harmless if embarrassing, the sort of traditional entertainment that new recruits have been used for since time immemorial, and the running theory is that she's so very straight-laced that if she didn't have some outlet for mischief she'd be absolutely impossible to deal with.

Unfortunately for Triskelion, it's not always well-received, and not everyone has the same sense of humour she does - and jokes played on her, if they aren't the sort of jokes she'd play, don't go down very well. She has a reputation for being difficult to work with, and many of her colleagues either love her or hate her, with very few in between.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Grandchildren, including Tribellick
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Bellinam
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Hold
HISTORY:

Triskelion was born at High Reaches Hold, just another child among many. Without much talent for anything other than playing pranks and getting into trouble, she wasn't taken up by any of the crafts - but she dreaded the thought of working the fields or the laundry. Triskelion settled on the Hold guard as a potential path with some excitement and a lot of respect, and on her majority she went for it.

Her first few months were gruelling, but she eventually finished the training and settled into the routine of a full-time guard. She married a farmer and children ensued; soon after that brown Risk lost his handler in a small conflict with a band of Holdless, and the wher announced that she was the most promising and chose Triskelion to be his next handler.

(Triskelion's always had an inkling that Risk chose her because her name had 'ri' in it, meaning he could keep the same name he'd already had for decades, but the only time she asked Risk didn't speak to her for a week.)

With Risk to guide and advise her, Triskelion soon found herself leading her own squad - and that's where she stayed, guarding the Hold and occasionally looking in on her kin until the landslide's chaos brought a massive change to the world that she and Risk had occupied for so long. With Triskelion's grandchildren to look after, Triskelion and Risk threw themselves into keeping the children safe and contributing to the weyr that had taken them in - and they've stayed at the weyr, despite how upset Risk has been about the whole thing. But Risk has finally started settling in, and the pair are out and about in their own time a lot more than they have been.

[Grayson]

RISK



BASICS
NAME: Risk
BIRTHDATE Summer 2745
AGE: 70 as of 2775

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 15 ft
HEIGHT: 5 ft
COLOR: Brown
HEX CODE: #613613
FULL APPEARANCE:

A sturdy brown, Risk has his fair share of old injuries and scars. With most of his body a rich mid-brown, it's only Risk's feet, tail and headknobs that stand out with a lighter, redder hue, with a loosely-spiral pattern along the borders where the two shades meet.

The swirls of colour on Risk's head are symmetrical when he faces the viewer, with his headknobs, eyelids and eyeridges in the paler shade, along with a swirl to each side of his nose, as though he were experimenting with some form of makeup and trying for a reverse-gothic look.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Risk is a wher who's seen it, done it, and eaten the T-shirt. He's had a few handlers over the years, all of whom were Hold guards at High Reaches, and as far as he's concerned he's the absolute epitome of a Hold guard wher, the very model of perfection. And, of course, his handlers will be perfect as well, even if they don't start out that way. He was one of the best trainers that the Hold had, and he's always had a knack for picking out the more talented youngsters, or at least that's what he's always believed.

With an inflated sense of his own importance and his role in the Hold guard, Risk is having a lot of difficulty adapting to his new environs. He's not very good at dealing with new things and new situations - it took him years to get used to the idea of garnet whers - and now he's in a place that's entirely new. It's taken him months to stop sulking, and he's still more snappish than he ever was back in his nice comfortable rut at High Reaches Hold, where he knew every grain of sand beneath his feet and every scent on the wind.