Post by anhydrous on Jun 5, 2008 15:53:23 GMT -8
General
Name: I’dalyn
Gender: Male
Age: 21 Turns
Wing: Blizzard
Physical Description
I'dalyn never much resembled his fierce dragonriding contemporaries. Caring for Daisulyth has kept him trim but not especially muscled, and although his chest is broad and his waist thin -the expanse between those two points is largely undefined. Both his build and height are painfully average, which lends him a certain tendency of blending in with other weyrfolk. Whether this is positive or negative fails to be seen.
His soft profile matches his calm demeanor, his large bright blue eyes and pale complexion contrasting with his dark hair. He keeps it clipped short, preferring the bristly length to long locks that would require upkeep. His jaw is occasionally lined with stubble, but never with any serious facial hair. Beards look strange and out of place on his rounded face, which still holds the softened charm of youth. None of his features are especially prominent, both his nose and chin giving a weak impression. Although, he does have a small scar. A childhood accident split his lip, and the minuet line of scar tissue branching off from his upper lip serves as a permanent reminder.
I'dalyn prefers to wear neutral colors, his clothes often more practical than fashionable. No matter the situation he generally dons a wherhide jacket, his attire distinctly casual. On the rare occasion that the situation calls for formal dress, I'dalyn has the tendency to look distinctly out of place. Luckily for him, he never seems to realize it. I'dalyn is many things, but personally aware of things like his clothing is not one of them.Personality
Above all else, I'dalyn is a calm man. His patience is virtually limitless, although frustration does occasionally crop up. These times are few and far between, but a sure signal of his irritation is a tone shift from patience to callous indifference. He knows his job and his place, and nothing frustrates him more than those who do not know theirs. I'dalyn does not tolerate being ignored, and shows it when his careful instructions quickly shift into furious apathy. If his weyrlings don't care about their lessons, he won't bother to teach them.
I'dalyn has a tendency to worry, oftentimes unnecessarily. He cares a lot about what he does, and sometimes the unsavory possibilities can send him inwardly reeling. He has only one other serious character flaw, that being difficulty in minding his will. He does not have the best control over his impulses, and can sometimes find himself overindulging in life's many bounteous pleasures. Daisulyth usually acts as a mediator in such cases, providing the conscience that his rider is lacking. Green flights are the only instance where both tend to get a little carried away, reserving their better judgment for more important matters. I'dalyn does not have the best self-esteem, and a night in someone else's arms always seems to cure his doubts.
On a more positive note, I'dalyn is generally easy-going and finds pleasure in simple things like good conversation and good food. He is an easy man to please, not expecting a great deal out of the people around him. I'dalyn is a realist. He knows what people are capable of, and expects nothing more. He is a relaxed individual, languid in both thought and action. His nature is that of an observer, although occasionally he has been known to break out of his shell, so to speak.Background
As a young boy, Illidalyn never thought that he would grow up to become a dragonrider. It wasn't that the concept was unfamiliar to him.. in fact, his father was a bronzerider. It was just not something that he considered. Dragons seemed too far above him, too precious and important to be wasted on a boy who would rather sit indoors and help his mother air out the bedsheets than go out and wait for a searchdragon to grace the hold with its presence.
Unbeknownst to little Illidalyn, his father had great hopes for his one and only son. I'den had been the weyrlingmaster of Telgar for many years, and used his significant influence to wrangle his son a place on the sands. Come hatching time, Illidalyn stumbled readily out into the blistering heat of the cavern. Boyish ignorance and fear of his father's wrath was more than enough by way of initiative. It took a few tries, but eventually I'den was placated by his son's impression. Daisulyth wasn’t a bronze, but he was going to have to do.
It turns out, the only thing harder than weyrlinghood was to go through it with your father as the weyrlingmaster. Especially if said father expected feats of strength and endurance that were completely unrealistic coming from a small brown dragon and his equally stressed rider. I'den wanted his son to be the strongest and the most cunning, and would settle for nothing less. This drove I'dalyn and Daisulyth to exhaustion day after day, their moods twisting into a shared depression.
By the time he graduated weyrlinghood, I’dalyn and his father no longer spoke. Without the grueling classes and constant ridiculous expectations, the newly graduated weyrling pair managed to pull themselves back into a healthier state of being. I'dalyn refused to forgive I'den for his behavior during their weyrling years, citing the emotional damage that his father had caused Daisulyth. It remained this way up until I'den's death, which took everyone by surprise. It seemed some sort of heart failure, and although he admitted it to no one, I’dalyn was oddly content. He had dutifully loved his father as any son must, but the constant struggle to win his acceptance had been taxing.
Without a weyrlingmaster, Telgar would not get very far. With a clutch hardening on the sands, the new young Weyrleader approached I’dalyn about the position. They had been in the same weyrling class, and even though there were others who were probably more qualified, J'fel wanted I'dalyn. The two boys hadn't been especially close, but J'fel had watched the way I'dalyn's father had constantly berated him. There was no way anyone know more about the lessons than I'dalyn did. Plus, most younger riders saw eye to eye with J'fel. It was a generational thing. Having I'dalyn in a position of power meant that would be one more person to go along with whatever J'fel decided to plan.
This ruffled quite a few feathers. Those who were already agitated with the young weyrleader became even more so at this 'unjust' promotion. They were envious of J'fel in such an important position, and even more aggravated by the fact that more young riders were being placed above them. They had no one to complain to other than Aderes, and her indifference did nothing to soothe their frustrations.
I'dalyn shocked himself when he accepted. True, it was an honor to be considered for the job.. however, that wasn't the only reason he decided to take the knots. At first his father's death had been a relief. He no longer had the standards to live up to, didn't have to worry what was thought of him. But as time passed, I'dalyn had begun to feel considerable guilt. He owed I'den his life, but had not been there at his father's deathbed when he needed him the most. He took the weyrlingmaster position as a penance, hoping to rid himself of the sinking feeling that was constantly weighing heavily on his mind.
Little did he realize, the riders who were upset about the offer of the title would be even more agitated at his acceptance. There was an entirely new crowd to please, perhaps even less forgiving than his father had been. Either way, the up and coming hatching would bring about a new class of weyrlings, and quite a bit was riding on I'dalyn's performance as their teacher.
After near half-a-turn of dutiful service, I'dalyn woke up to find that something had changed. He was not the weyrlingmaster. He had never been offered the position. Reality had twisted itself into a knot, leaving behind a very confused brownrider with an impossibly twitchy dragon. It was like he had lived a dream, some hallucination that his weyrlings seemed to share with him? All of them remembered him except the two unexplainable female greenriders, which helped matters very little. Slowly the story of J'fel's secret assignment was leaked, but no amount of explanation could fix what had been done. Time was had been altered, and there was no going back.
Dragon
Name: Daisulyth
Colors: (C19A6B) & (704214)
Age: 4 Turns
Physical Description
There is something distinctly feline about Daisulyth's build. His movements are indifferently graceful, his posture lofty but with a tendency to curl when resting. He seems to be mostly limbs with a long neck, slim tail, and elegantly tapered wings. Even so, it's doubtful that his length would stretch very much past 20 feet, which is to say that he is small for a brown.
Daisulyth's coloration shifts between two main hues, a dark muddy sepia and a lighter soft fallow. The lighter tone covers most of his belly as well as the underside of his neck and head, his limbs shifting from light to dark up the length of them. The muddier color presides over the rest of his hide, ripples of tan barely visible through his flanks. Towards the end of his tail there are a few blending alternated bands color, eventually settling on the sandy hue near the very tip.Personality
Due to the high stress of his youth, Daisulyth has a number of anxiety issues. He tends to acutely remember much more than the average dragon, especially when something has been promised to him. When a promise is broken, Daisulyth becomes increasingly aggravated until the wrong is righted. He also doesn't like to be left alone, and prefers that I'dalyn is within view at all times.
As long as the brownrider remains in close proximity, Daisulyth is generally a complacent dragon. He is skittish at times, but his temper and general nature is of the same caliber as his rider's. The only cause of much excitement in this brown's life is the occasional rising green, while his attitude towards fighting falls and raids is much more even-keeled.
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