"Is that a dare, or are you wherry?"
BASICS
NAME: D'thor
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Homoromantic Demisexual
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2745
AGE: 26 as of 2771
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue-grey
HAIR: Reddish brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'11", average build
PLAY-BY: Kevin McKidd
FULL APPEARANCE:
At just under six feet tall, this man is... nothing special, to look at at least. Probably in his twenties, he's got reddish hair and blue-grey eyes, and the sort of tan that says he spends time in the sun. He's not overly muscled but he's got a certain solidity to him, suggesting that his build is the result of working rather than working out. His face is a good covering for the front of his head, with a nose, two eyes and a mouth; it's the sort of face that doesn't stand out in a crowd, though it does have a good jawline and strong cheekbones on closer inspection.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Solid, tough and dependable, Danithor is the sort of person who gets going when the going gets rough - and he's absolutely bound to duty. With a deep well of inner strength to call on and an absolute certainty about who he needs to be, he generally presents a friendly and unassuming face to anyone who happens to notice him. Confident that he has nothing to prove to anyone, he's the responsible sort of person who has a word of wisdom in most circumstances and generally doesn't stand out from the crowd. He's self-effacing and modest under usual circumstances, but when things go wrong he's someone who keeps his head and starts getting things organised. And he always, always, does his duty.
That duty comes first and foremost can make it difficult when dealing with people who aren't as driven as Danithor. Danithor thinks it's his duty to improve himself at every opportunity (and actively enjoys doing so), and can't understand people who just want to lounge about when they get time to do so. If he feels someone isn't pulling their weight his temper will often start to fray. And, as a child of a Minehold, a fraying temper usually means turning the air blue in his vicinity, which can get him hauled over the firestone himself.
And yet, for all that he seems sober and serious most of the time, with all the responsible streak one would expect of an oldest son who had to keep an eye on the younger children while still a child himself, there's a daredevil streak a mile wide running right through him. If challenged to race from the fireheights to the weyrbowl, he's the one hanging from a rope and going straight down the Weyrbowl's edge, and he thinks of the fireheights as the perfect place to visit on a restday and a path as the boring way to get there. He always has a safety rope, though, for anything more than a few feet up. He's adventurous, not stupid. That attitude carries through to other endeavours, too. He's usually the one who thought to bring a tinderbox, who generally knows the quickest path to the Healers, and who had memorised a lot of the layout of Igen Weyr just in case.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Father: Danimel, Journeyman Scribe. Mother: Arithora, Journeyman Minecrafter. Various younger siblings, some at High Reaches Weyr and some back at the Minehold. Two (both at HR) are dragonriders.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
BIRTHPLACE: Igen Minehold
HISTORY:
Born at a Minehold in Igen, Danithor was the first of his parents' children. Love had blossomed between his mining mother and the scribe who kept the mine's records, and the pair had settled in together, with Danithor arriving a respectable turn later. After a happy childhood spent between the creche and looking after his younger siblings, he was fostered to the main hold at Igen, there to take up an apprenticeship as a Minecrafter and start making his own path through life.
A few turns later, when he'd grown into a sober and seriously responsible young man, just when he was getting ready to walk the tables, he was accosted by a dragonrider on Search and invited to the Weyr to stand as a Candidate. He went - it's every Pernese's duty to support the Weyr, after all - and settled in easily as the third Candidate from the left. Hauling sacks of firestone (his chore of choice) has left him with the sort of muscles built through work rather than workouts - but he still spent as much time in the open air as he could get, especially on restdays when he could do something a little more adventurous than chores would usually allow.
With two more siblings Seached - and Impressed around him - a lot of people in Danithor's boots might be resentful. He isn't, though; either the dragon for him hasn't arrived yet or there isn't going to be one, and in the meantime it's his privilege to serve the Weyrs as duty demands. Just recently the three siblings with the Weyr, two riders and Danithor the no-longer-a-Candidate, decided to move to somewhere less traditionally-minded, to where people who didn't ride bronze or gold might have a chance to get involved in Weyr business, and to where Danithor could continue to serve the Weyrs as a Candidate. They requested a transfer from Igen to the High Reaches, and that transfer was agreed.
For Danithor, all too aware of his old Minehold's attitude to men who prefer men, it's definitely better than a too-small Minehold full of too-small people, and for his siblings it's better than a too-small Weyr full of too-small minds - and Crom is just down the road, which will be nice if Danithor ages out a final time and he can start working on his Craft again. It's colder up here, but they have new cliffs he hasn't scaled yet, which is all to the good as far as Danithor is concerned. And, even better, there are one or two people he knows.
