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Rion of white Risk

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Rion of white Risk

R I O N
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BASICS

RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Rion
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Homoromantic/sexual

BIRTHDATE: Winter 2741
AGE: 30 as of 2771
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyr Guard (again)
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'10", wiry-but-strong
PLAY-BY: Tate Ellington
FULL APPEARANCE:
Rion is athletically built but on the short side for a man; he makes up for this by having perfect posture to stand at his full shy-of-six-feet. He's got shaggy brown hair, as well as somewhat shaggy brown facial hair, which despite being kept clipped short is trying to be as flyaway as the hair on his head. His upper body is very well toned, though he's rarely if ever seen without a practical linen shirt (to go with practical pants, and practical boots -- his fashion style is not fashion, it is practicality) so it would be difficult to verify. His hands are calloused in the way of one who works outside, though he has no farmer's markings. Rion walks with a cane in his left hand, supporting a right-sided limp; his right leg is a bit shorter and his right ankle doesn't bend the way it should, but his upper body strength makes up for it where it counts.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Gruff and quiet, Rion would personify 'brooding cop' if he hadn't moved from guard duties to candidacy; as it is, he's kind of a brooding candidate. He doesn't mean to be, and will be quite friendly if addressed directly, but he keeps to himself -- and sometimes gives off an air that that's how he wants things to be. He is a reformed troublemaker, now taking rules very seriously. Observing is his forte, so don't be surprised if he knows a lot about a lot, but never seems to be involved with it: he's just watching!

His moral code is somewhat grey, but he likes the idea that it's brilliantly white: he wants to be a good guy, even if in his heart it's not always the truth.

Those who he does care for, and is loyal to, he's very protective of, but still in that strong silent type kind of way -- especially over Ealsai, his late brother's weyrmate. He has a love for mischief and pranks even still, but isn't at the moment participating in that kind of behavior; there's too much chaos around him, too many things falling apart at the figurative seams … and he doesn't have the right social group to pull that fun-loving heart back out again. It's more that he'll smile if he sees it. And even though he seems to see quite a lot, he never does know who did anything when asked.

Rion is impatient and easily irritated, though he doesn't wear his frustration on his sleeve; he'll get fed up and simply stalk out of a conversation. He has a strong temper that he manages to control, but push him hard enough and he will raise his voice quite vociferously, though he hasn't laid a hand on anyone violently since he was very young. It's a point of shame for him that he even wants to.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Ealsai, little sister-in-law, resident at Semaca Weyr
A father back at Fort Hold who he has no contact with, who is a guard
Br'tag, older brother (deceased), rider of brown Ranvoroth
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Hold
HISTORY:
TW: threadfall death

Rion is the second son and second child of a Fort Hold family that goes way back in the Guard, which is probably part of why he was just so much of a troublesome child. Mischievous and difficult, and part of a gang of boys that liked to Get Up To No Good. His father despaired of him, and favored his older brother Brentag; his mother loved him but wasn;t entirely sure what to do with him sometimes.

When he was ten, Rion and some of his friends were getting up to typical childhood no good, climbing walls and horsing around when they were supposed to be doing chores, and Rion fell. He cracked his right malleolus and broke the ankle in another place as well. While the joint healed, it was left with limited mobility. Rion's days of running and jumping were over, though this didn't stop him from learning to do handstands instead … his friends and brother just had to help him down sometimes.

The injury left him with a leg that didn't reach full length, and a slightly more tempered personality. He followed in his father and brother's footsteps and entered the guard, even though those selfsame guards had once spent their time wrangling him and getting him in trouble for stealing small items. Occasionally he played 'crooked,' because he still had friends who were more of the bad-kid sort turned into bad adults … it just helped the guard get information. And he was still young, a trainee, so it was pretty believable for the time being ...

When Rion was sixteen, he was Searched for Fort Weyr along with his brother and his brother's fiancée, Ealsai. While Brentag -- Br'tag -- Impressed a brown, Rion and Ealsai were left standing, though both remained candidates. He developed an interest in whers, and often put his name forth, but was never chosen and didn't scrape the money together to get an egg.

And then things started to get ... stranger. It wasn't just the Pass starting. Over the next few turns, Fort filled with refugees from High Reaches, a Weyrwoman was poisoned, a garnet wher hatched, a bronze Impressed to a girl right in front of Rion's eyes, Fort went to war with High Reaches --

Rion found himself wishing he'd stayed a guard, and wanted to step back from dragon candidacy, but Br'tag and Ealsai talked him out of it. It was the tenth Pass. They needed all the bodies they could get, even with his limp -- his arms were strong, and he had no trouble at all performing physical feats that didn't rely entirely on standing without the cane he'd started using. Mounting a dragon was easy enough with strong arms, and he worked hard at that.

More goldriders died. Fort Hold, where the trio had agreed not to return, ended up with a female Lord Holder. The weird got weirder. But things just rolled on in a general concept of strange until a brown dragon named Vaugnairth was banished from Fort. Apparently Br'tag had sympathies with him and his rider, which Rion and Ealsai learned very little about. They didn't know it would change things for them.

It did, just shortly before both aged out of candidacy having not Impressed. Rion was twenty-four, and Ealsai still twenty-three, when Br'tag announced they were transferring to Semaca, the Weyr formed in the Summerlands discovered by Vaugnairth's original defenders. Truly, he announced that he was, but the other two followed without hesitation. Not shy of a turn later, Br'tag and Ranvoroth were lost to Threadfall.

Ealsai left candidacy, though not Semaca; Rion just became more determined to be an exemplary candidate. Even though his interest still strayed more toward whers, he is doing his best on the front of wanting a dragon, as well -- he was trying for the sake of his brother, and staying strong for her. Their loss made him more inclined to fight Thread however he could, with a real inner motivation rather than just a societal expectation … but he'd also fallen in love with Semaca's wild lands and its potential mysteries.
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Fort
Healer's A'ryti of brown Maltiroth
Dusk Tikaya of blue Tisk
Twilight Iscah of blue Goumath
Candidate Harrowhark
High Reaches
Firestorm K'aer of bronze Remponath
Candidate Sietske
Moonshot Wingleader Alizette of green Ysanith
Raindance Dashiel of green Eiraeyth
Starfall Constanter of blue Whith
Weyrling Clementine of brown Yslath
Semaca
Nocturne Yasmin of garnet Tenjouth
Chopin Tavrie and brown Dromeath
Wherling Rion and white Risk

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Name: Risk
Color: White
Hex code: #444444
Final Size-
Length: 11 ft
Height: 4.5 ft

Appearance:
Risk isn't a huge wher by any means. He's tall for a white, but lean, and not exceptionally long. He's a fast runner, but lacks any substantial strength. His front half is a bright white, and his back half a soft, dark gray. In between the two start to blend together, light reaching into dark and dark into light, giving his wings and flanks the appearance of somewhat muted, blurred stripes. His face has a distinct, light gray pattern of curving lines on it, almost looking like it's starting to form some sort of mask.

Personality:
Risk is a proud, dignified wher who is entirely convinced of his own inherent superiority over everyone else he meets. He is a smooth talker for a wher, and good at convincing others that he may in fact be meant to rule over them. He may lack the grammatical grasp of a human or dragon, but he has an impressive vocabulary and makes full use of it. However, he has a temper that he hides well, and when he snaps, it's rapid and complete; there is little that he will allow to stand in his way once he is roused to anger.

Unbeknownst to anyone save his handler, there's a certain sadness to him--a loneliness that even he is incapable of articulating. He occasionally says that there's something or someone that he should remember, someone to mourn, but whatever it was, it was lost long before he was ever hatched. Secretly he's terrified that someday, he too will be forgotten.

Voice: Risk's voice is slightly on the high-pitched side, with a rather haughty tone to it.

Why me?: I think these two will learn to get along well... eventually.
Fort
Healer's A'ryti of brown Maltiroth
Dusk Tikaya of blue Tisk
Twilight Iscah of blue Goumath
Candidate Harrowhark
High Reaches
Firestorm K'aer of bronze Remponath
Candidate Sietske
Moonshot Wingleader Alizette of green Ysanith
Raindance Dashiel of green Eiraeyth
Starfall Constanter of blue Whith
Weyrling Clementine of brown Yslath
Semaca
Nocturne Yasmin of garnet Tenjouth
Chopin Tavrie and brown Dromeath
Wherling Rion and white Risk

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