"I drink wine and I know things."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Tyrion
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Autumn 2736
AGE: 31 as of Fall 2767
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider, Wingsecond
WING: Aurora Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 4'5, slender with nonstandard proportions as a result of his dwarfism
PLAY-BY: Peter Dinklage
FULL APPEARANCE: The first thing most people will notice about Tyrion is inevitably his height. Despite being a grown man, he's the height of a child. But he walks with confidence and dresses well, in expensive fabrics and flattering colors. Just because he may never be the man most girls dream of, doesn't mean he can't be the best version of himself. So he's always clean and neatly dressed, with his hair combed. While he is a bit too fond of alcohol, he handles his drink well and rarely shows public signs of drunkenness outside of feasts.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Tyrion is a schemer. He's ambitious and clever, focused on the long term and foreseeing how the little pieces can fit together in something great. He's well-educated and enjoys studying a variety of topics, particularly those related to dragons. But, for all his abilities, people just don't seem to like him very much. Even after escaping his place as his father's scapegoat, he still doesn't quite seem to be able to get the credit for his own successes. He's prone to winning the battle and losing the war, as he accomplishes his goals while further tarnishing his reputation.
Tyrion is fond of sarcasm and wit and not above using his father's money to get his way. He doesn't have many scruples but at the same time he's not cruel. His aims are usually for the survival and betterment of the weyr, even if he has to compromise his honor to attain them. He is a bit of a hedonist, enjoying the best of everything. Tyrion is prone to spending too much of his time and focus on drink and women. He's a romantic at heart, but believes he has little to offer besides his money and bloodlines, so he'll settle for a superficial fling.
Tyrion is well aware much of the world looks down on him. He's a dwarf and a whiterider and not particularly charismatic or handsome or athletic. He accepts it, because he believes words cannot hurt him if he doesn't try to deny the truth of who he is. He knows he's best working in the background, behind someone more likable, but he still has ambitions for more. He would love to be a wingleader someday, despite being a whiterider. It would be nice to be acknowledged by Pern in his own right.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: Tywin, Lord Holder
Mother: Joanna, Lady Holder, deceased
Siblings: Jaime, bronzerider
Cersei, Lady Holder
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Minor Hold tithing to Fort Weyr
TW: Ableism, emotional abuse, death
HISTORY: Lord Tywin's hold was a minor one, but wealthy due to its profitable gold mines and he was clever enough to use marriages and trade to build a network of alliances that allowed him to exert influence well beyond what his birthright entitled him too. But while he ruthlessly married his siblings off for advantage, he himself wed a woman who held no strategic connections, simply because he loved her. She bore him a pair of twins, golden haired and beautiful, a boy and a girl, and fortune seemed to smile upon them. She soon conceived again, but this time, fate was not so kind. Lady Joanna did not survive the birth and the child looked, to the miners of their hold, like a monster.
The baby was named Tyrion and he grew up knowing he was a pariah. His father despised him, both for being an obvious stain to their Bloodline's honor and for causing the death of his beloved wife. His older sister spared no love for him. She had a taste for beautiful things and a tendency towards cruelty. The miners were a superstitious lot, apt to blame him for any misfortune that struck or unpopular decision his father made, and Lord Tywin did not deter them. The only one who spared him any kindness was his brother, but their father kept Jaime busy training him for Lordship and showing him off to the neighboring holds. Tyrion was rarely invited on these visits, his father having already given him up for a lost cause.
Tyrion took refuge in books. He taught himself as much as he could, and learned diligently from the Harpers. He also watched his father work, learned how he twisted and pulled the levers of power. His father was quite rich, so he wanted for little outside of companionship.
When he was fifteen, he went out riding with his brother when they saw a young woman being attacked by a band of roving holdless. They drove them off and Tyrion stayed with the girl while Jaime returned to the hold. He learned her name was Tysha and she was the daughter of one of their hold's miners who had died in an accident. He stayed with her and comforted her and arranged for her to move to a nicer set of rooms, without his father's knowledge. In time, they fell in love and Tyrion decided he was going to marry her someday.
Tywin was furious when he found out and had the girl branded holdless on trumped up charges. He had her branded holdless on trumped up charges and ensured she was sent somewhere too far away for her and Tyrion to ever find each other again. Jaime informed him the entire thing had been a setup from the start, that Tywin had paid her to pretend to love him, so that she could keep an eye on him. How had he ever been so foolish as to believe a girl like that could love someone like him? After that, when Tyrion grew lonely, he stuck to companions who would pretend to like him in exchange for the nice things he could buy for them. It was safer that way.
A turn later, Jaime was Searched. Tywin tried to forbid him from going, but he had little recourse against a weyr. And so Jaime left and Impressed quickly, to a glorious bronze. Which surprised Tyrion not at all. Jaime had always been perfect beyond belief. Tyrion went to his father, expecting to be trained as the heir now that his brother was a rider. Tywin refused. Cersei was already married, to a corpulent man twice her age with Blood ties to Fort, and Tyrion was obviously unsuitable. The Hold would pass to his brother.
Tyrion decided to go to Fort Hold, to press him claim. Just because he was a dwarf didn't mean the heirship was not lawfully his. But before he could press his suit, Jaime called him to Fort Weyr for a visit. Tyrion went trustingly, loving his brother. Once they arrived, however, Jaime informed him he was going to be a candidate. It had all already been arranged. Jaime's dragon would deem him suitable, he would stand and Impress and all challenges to Kevan's ascension would be eliminated.
Tyrion was furious about the betrayal and knew they had no right to keep him there. But he had always been fascinated by dragons and the idea of being a dragon rider...Even the shortest of men looked tall from a dragon's back. So he wrote his father and arranged a deal: he would stand until his 26th birthday. If he Impressed, he would relinquish any claims to the hold. But if he was left standing, he would be welcomed back and given his rightful due. Tywin agreed. And Tyrion stayed.
Turns passed and no dragon picked him out from the crowds. Tyrion wasn't sure whether to be pleased or disappointed. He would get his hold, but the thought of being found unworthy yet again rankled and some part of him had truly believed that if he could become a dragon rider, than things might be different. And then, in his 24th turn, at gold Ekketoth's final clutch, he Impressed at last. Not to a bronze, as he had occasionally dared to dream, or even to a brown, which he'd considered more realistic, but to a quiet, thoughtful, little white who called himself Volantauth.
Respect didn't materialize overnight, as Tyrion had hoped. While he was given the courtesy due any dragonrider, he was expected to be just another member of the wings. Whites rarely made great leaders and Tyrion and Volantauth? They were small and unathletic and unassuming. But the pair worked hard, becoming indispensible where they excelled and avoiding being liabilities where they struggled. At last, they were granted the rank of wingsecond. But Tyrion knew their journey had just begun. He was still capable of so much more.
UPDATES
- Early Fall, 2767- Volantauth and Rawlintath collide awkwardly, breaking Tyrion's left arm and nose in the process (Major). The dragons are miraculously unharmed.
