Renarin of Brown Jorseth

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Warning: Death mention
Renarin
"I am not the first hero’s son to be born without any talent for warfare.
The others all got along. So shall I."

BASICS
NAME: Renarin
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Greyromantic Asexual

BIRTHDATE: Summer 2751
AGE: 25 as of Spring 2777
LOCATION: Semaca
OCCUPATION: Brownrider
WING: Nocturne Wing

APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black with natural highlights
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'7" and Slender
PLAY-BY: Renarin Kholin (The Stormlight Archive)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Renarin has bright blue eyes, dark skin, and short black hair with natural highlights. Generally, he is noted for walking straight-backed and having perfect posture. He looks rather spindly, with slender limbs and delicate fingers. The fact that he is quite tall only adds to the overall wiry look of him. Garment-wise, he wears clean and pressed clothing typical of his particular rank or class at any time, not so much taking vanity in his appearance but having been raised to believe that how he looks and behaves is very important. His clothing is always clean and well-mended, typically looking newer than it actually is thanks to the care he gives it.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Soft-spoken and thoughtful, Renarin's tendency to pause and consider responses before giving them can sometimes make others unfamiliar with his nature see him as calculating or unnerving. He is largely non-confrontational, attempting to avoid mockery by staying silent and tries to keep others, especially relatives, from starting fights. He suffers from lack of confidence, and wishes to prove his worth to everyone but himself. He may not have had his father's rank nor the pressure of a Hold-bred to maintian social rules, but knowing that he was his son still put self-imposed expectations on him that stick with him to this day.

While conversing, Renarin's train of thought can be difficult to follow, as he may often be considering something deeply but only mention small parts aloud.

Even with his subdued personality, he is courageous and desires to be useful, extending even to things he doesn't have experience or training in. As a result, he tends to ask a lot of questions, having a lot of knowledge of many things but not a particular specialization in anything. He values the lives of those he loves over his own and is wholly willing to put himself in danger to protect or help them.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother, Weyrfolk - Deceased
Father, Bronzerider - Alive
Brother - Alive
Paternal Uncle - Alive
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY: Warning: Death mention
Renarin was born the second son to his bronzerider father and weyrfolk mother. He was considered incredibly frail and a miracle for having survived his first Turn. Over time his health improved, but he never did bulk up. He lived in the shadow of his older brother, always bigger, always stronger. He wasn't resentful of him at all, especially considering that his brother was one of the few who understood him, but did develop a powerful lack of confidence, wanting to prove that he's as useful as his older sibling. He grew up under Golre with a staunch follower father who did not realize his bigotry until after Renarin's mother would fall to a raid on a Hold. She had travelled there to try and warn the residents, who had chosen not to believe her.

In the wake of his mother's death, as his rider father was far too busy to tend to his children, Renarin and his brother were placed into the Creche, though Renarin frequently visited his bereaved father when permitted to do so. He never really grew much closer to his father and his brother remained the one to understand him more than anyone, but he did come to respect him a bit more despite the low that he reached while grieving.

Despite his frailty, Renarin developed an interest in Smithcrafting, and though he would never apprentice in it he did learn quite a lot. In fact, he asked a lot of questions about a lot of crafts, but never actually pursued any before coming of age to stand at hatchings. Instead of remaining at High Reaches however, he would transfer away from his heritage Weyr to as soon as he was able. Although he wanted to be close to his family, he wanted to prove that he could stand on his own and prove his worth. He originally intends to return once he does, however the strained relationship between Fort and High Reaches may end up making his stay indefinite--especially if he Impresses. While upset, he maintains contact with his family--as innocently as possible, even if Semaca remains neutral in the conflict.

He was able to find a firelizard clutch and bond to a little red he named Glys, (like "glisten," so he claimed) shortly before he turned fifteen. He has been largely flying under the radar however possible at Semaca, working hard to prove that he deserves to be there. He initially found it hard to believe that High Reaches would steal eggs, but in the end realized he was not surprised.

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UPDATES

• Early Summer 2775; Threadfall, Jorseth flies straight into a clump of flaming Thread. It burns his face (Moderate). Renarin's left foot is slightly singed (Mild).

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JORSETH


BASICS
NAME: Jorseth
BIRTHDATE Early Winter 2773
AGE: 3 as of Spring 2777

BIRTHPLACE: Semaca Weyr (Residents)
DAM: Gold Nebulaeth
SIRE: Bronze Ziodyneth

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 52 ft
HEIGHT: 12.75 ft
WINGSPAN: 77 ft
COLOR: Brown
HEX CODE: #7C654F
FULL APPEARANCE:
A rather large brown, Jorseth is well-proportioned if not particularly muscular. His hide is a medium-pale brown, like klah with a bit of milk. The undersides of his wings have a large rose-like marking in shades of brown, and the tops of his wings are a bit darker than the rest of his hide. His body appears wrapped in thorny vines, the markings twining from his neck all the way around to near the tip of his tail. These too appear oddly sketchy, as though they're from a painting rather than reality.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Jorseth is a dragon with a strong work ethic and passion in spades. He's ambitious, not necessarily wanting to lead the world or even the Weyr—though he'll take it if the opportunity arises—but wanting to better it in whatever ways he can. He wants to have an impact and leave his mark, and that of course takes Marks. He has a surprisingly keen entrepreneurial drive, and will push his rider toward pursuing money-making enterprises whenever he can. Not for the sake of money itself, but for what one can do with enough of it.

In general, he's supportive and a good listener, and he usually gives good advice... though has a strange tendency to try to give raw meat as gifts to people and flowers to dragons. Material gifts really aren't his strong suit, though his heart is in the right place. He can also be a bit oblivious as to when his help isn't really wanted, and can get a bit pushy about it. When he thinks someone needs his help, he's going to give it one way or another.

More than anything though, Jorseth cares deeply about those he might consider "family": his rider and anyone close to them, as well as his siblings. Their well-being comes before all else. He can have a tendency to lose his patience with anyone who gets in the way of what he's trying to accomplish, and has a clear disdain for anyone who foregoes what he would deem good manners. This goes doubly for those in his family, who he thinks should be above such flaws. Thankfully, this amounts to nothing more than talk; this is a dragon who will avoid a fight if at all possible.

Why me?: Enjoy your new dad, Renarin.

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Glys


BASICS
NAME: Glys
BIRTHDATE Winter 2766
AGE: 10 as of Spring 2777

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Garnet
FULL APPEARANCE:
Glys is a very simple garnet firelizard. Small and nimble, easily overlooked if not for the bright red hide. There are really no distinguishing markings, but in the right light the bright vibrant red makes this garnet's hide look almost reflective, like glass.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Excitable but vocally quiet, this little garnet seems to strangely respond more favourably to "he" and "him" when referenced. He's rarely seen by Renarin's side when others are around, but lurks in the shadows and just out of sight.