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V Ď T U R O...NAME...
Wingleader (former Wingsecond, former Weyrleader)...AGE...
31 turns (2030, eighth pass)...PLAYED BY...
Journeywoman Harper Aytura of High-Reaches Hold (deceased)
Wingleader XíXXX of High Reaches Weyr (unknown)
Numerous unknown cousins and brothers...STRENGTHS...
Possesses a versatile mind
Has the wherewithal to see things through, no matter the cost
Principled and holds to a strict personal moral code
Passionate, hot-blooded soul
Can be ruthless
Tends towards obsessiveness
Conflicting nature tends to pull him in several directions
Has in the past been known to shun closeness with others
A little too devoted to the Weyr at the detriment to personal relationships
Has a tendency to drown his sorrows so to speak...LOVES...
He takes pleasure and refuge in drills
Time for just himself and Kavath
Leading a Wing
Fort and all it stands for...HATES...
Talking about his feelings
Disrespectful people and pranksters
Being stuck between women with strong personalities... ie Goldriders usually and boy does it happen....PERSONALITY...
Víturo sports sandy brown hair which, curls when longer and lightens with long time exposure to sun. He often keeps a bit of a beard, though well maintained and never long. When he is not wearing a beard, he tends towards scruff. The five oíclock shadow tends to hit by around 2, so to speak. He has a strong squared jaw and visible cheekbones that lend to a masculine face. His face is rather symmetrical except for a very slight curve to the right in his nose, which is really only noticeable upon studying him closely, and not in passing. Víturoís eyes are a deep, dark blue and while his expression is usually serious and brooding, his eyes and his face absolutely light up when he smiles, and his jaw will clench in fury when enraged. He has more frown lines than laugh lines, and a brow that sports permanent furrows that give him a certain amount of seriousness and prevent him from looking too youthful.
Generally his age is not easy to guess and some would put another 5-10 years on him if they were meeting him for the first time, because of the gravitas and dignitas he wears like a shield. Heís six foot tall and around 186 pounds, with a muscular build. A clean man, he prefers to bathe regularly and maintains a high standard of personal hygiene, but this is not something that he is obsessive over. He tends to dress for practicality rather than for vanity, and is more inclined to choose quality fabrics and well-made clothing than he is something fancy or showy. He is more inclined to be choosy over the cut of fabric than he is over the colours, though heís particular about wearing his knot correctly and tidily, and would rather wear his leathers than anything else.
Víturoís passionate nature also includes a deep and somewhat dangerous anger. While he usually is able to keep this shackled within, there have been occasions in his youth where his rage has built and burst from his control, usually with alarming results. This does not bode well when his dragon is in the same mood. His conscience is such that when this happens he tends to feel deeply guilty and drips with self-loathing for quite some time, often falling into a dark mood for weeks on end and turning to alcohol to lubricate his harder edges, though it appears he is growing out of this tendency to some degree.
His drive also means he chooses himself and his own interests over others except where it benefits him, which is true despite him being aware of it and well able to understand and empathize. It isnít that he doesnít care about others; itís just that he cares more about himself, Kavath, and about those who are close to him, of which there are never many.The exception to this is he tends to do what is best for his wing and the weyr, partly due to his unexpected stint as Weyrleader. He can be quite distant and tries not to engage emotionally, or at least to appear not to. In actuality it all matters deeply to him, something that can pull him in many directions and cause conflict within himself because of his dual nature. Despite a healthy respect for authority, Víturo is a man who believes he knows best and believes in asking forgiveness and not permission. He does not conform for the sake of conforming, but neither will he actively go against the status quo without good and burning reason.
While heís principled and has a strict moral code, sometimes that moral code appears a bit skewed to others, but he grimly sticks to it at all costs, and wonít deviate from his methods just because someone else doesnít approve or because they donít fit the norm. He is private and prefers solitude and while this could be considered a positive trait to some, Víturo also craves interpersonal contact and deliberately shuns it rather than open himself up to being vulnerable. Heís very self-aware and self-assured sometimes this presents itself as narcissism, at least on a superficial level.
He treats sex as perfunctory and as necessary as food, water, sleep and fighting thread. He removes all emotional engagement where possible, though his passionate side comes out during mating flights to the point where heís known to be a desirable partner, in spite of the distance he imposes at all other times. Heís not one to indulge for the sake of it, particularly not since opening his heart to Goldrider Luka, only to have her shipped off to Southern Weyr by the Weyrleaders who succeeded him.
Víturo could be called quietly ambitious and this trait began to show in him at a young age. He has always worked hard, whenever he could see benefit to himself. He has a versatile mind and has always done his best to learn at least the basics of any skill that he could see as being useful in the long term; he is not one to bother with things that he thinks of as frivolous. Even as a child he exercised both body and mind almost to the point of obsession, much preferring self-improvement over socialisation, except when it came to spending time with his mother, whom he loved and idolised above all others. Nevertheless his quick mind and strength of character garnered the respect and admiration of other Hold children, and he was popular despite his penchant for solitude and often sought out for advice or to mediate conflicts amongst the other children, though he had no especially close friends during his early years.
He has a burning desire to succeed in whatever he sets his hand to and the wherewithal to see things through to the bitter end. He is a man who will plant the seeds to be sowed in the future and tends to be rather clever about such decisions. Víturo is deeply passionate, something that isnít always apparent at first glance because of his outwardly controlled and serious nature. His burning desire to be something and someone and to make a difference means heís driven and not one to bum around or waste time. His passionate side tends to take precedence once unleashed and he is a man who loves deeply and borderline obsessively. He is a hot-blooded soul, with a cool-headed exterior, and prides himself on his self-control and willingness to do what is necessary in order to achieve his goals, no matter how small they might seem to others.
There is a formidable edge to him. As he reached maturity, this translated to something quietly intimidating, as if there were something lurking beneath the surface just waiting to burn through to scorch everyone in the immediate vicinity. There is some truth to this, though he endeavors to keep his passionate self carefully harnessed and controlled, and is getting better at this as he ages. He prides himself on his self-control and on his ability to help others see reason, even if sometimes he has been known to lose control and fails to see reason himself.
Vituro, was raised by his mother, a young Harper named Aytura who had walked the tables at the Harper Hall and gained Journeywoman status only a short time before meeting the man who would father her child. Vituro never knew his father, and remains unaware of who the man is, aside from the fact that he was a dragonrider. His mother was assigned to High Reaches Hold as Harper when Vituro was still knee-high and he grew up at her side, learning the songs and Harper tales and developing a natural voice of his own.
When Vituro was eleven years old his mother returned to the Harper Hall, and he accompanied her, the intention was to apprentice him. Most expected he would follow in the footsteps of his mother, but young Vituro, while he enjoyed dabbling in Harper lore, never found it to be his calling and was always more intrigued by living creatures; from runnerbeast to firelizard to wher, and, of course, dragons. Especially dragons. Always dragons. The boy spent as much time as possible with his eyes to the sky, and failing that, peppering his mother with questions about his unknown father, none of which she would answer.
Within a year of returning to the Harper Hall, Mardra's gold Liranth had a clutch on the sands at Fort and Vituro and his mother were lucky enough to attend the hatching. Eagerly, eagerly, the boy watched, though he was outwardly still, eyes sparking with dreams and wonder. When the eggs began to hatch, there was a scuffle in the stands and the next thing Vituro knewÖ his mother had been knocked forward and fell to the sands. She was shaken and bruised, but otherwise unharmed. A young candidate rushed forward to help her to her feet, and a young dragonet rushed forward to claim the young man who was helping Vituroís mother. Later it would be said that it wasnít the dragonetís fault. It never was, after all. The young Vituro watched his mother mauled before his very eyes.
Aytura died sometime later from her wounds and Vituro was alone. With little desire to join the Harpercraft, especially with his only inspiration gone, young Vituro was sent to Fort Hold and fostered. It was a period of adjustment for Vituro but the boy became fast friends with a younger son of the Lord Holder, Drezen. The two boys shared the same ambitious streak, though Drezen was more hot-tempered than Vituro, and Vituroís passions tended to run deeper and were less likely to be swayed, while the Lord Holderís son had a tendency to flit from desire to desire, with very little sticking power. Vituro was usually subtly able to direct the more abrasive Drezenís interests and influence him. He was the hand to Drezenís glove, both in closeness and in control. Vituro felt much guilt over his motherís death. Despite what heíd seen, he still dreamed of one day being a dragonrider like his unknown father. Drezen too had such lofty dreams, but neither boy was searched for the next few clutches.
Vituro kept himself busy working with leather. He had a knack for anything which needed mending or making, but had a burning feeling that there had to be something for him. Something else. Something bigger. Naturally there came a time where the boy fell in love. Sixteen years old, at a gather he found himself dancing with a feisty young woman, all hearty belly laughs and long eyelashes, both of which she used to great effect to startle young Vituro and to ignite his passions. Renaira and Vituro became inseparable, a clear example of young love. She was an amazing cook, assistant to the head cook at Fort Hold, and she loved experimenting in her cooking. Renaira usually tested her experiments on Vituro, something he didnít mind in the slightest. Perhaps a half-turn after their fledgling relationship began, Drezenís jealousy came to a head. Drezen himself began to develop an infatuation for Renaira and with his better connections coupled with a desire to have whatever Vituro could claim, he began to woo her. Vituro was oblivious, blinded entirely by youthful love, and Renairaís fickle heart began to switch its so-called loyalty, until, the next thing Vituro knew, she was walking out on Drezenís arm. His anger bubbled through its usual restraints and Vituro ended up in a rather violent fistfight with Drezen, which was broken up by a dragonrider. Somehow and impossibly in this mess, both boys were searched.
As a candidate, with much remaining unresolved with his personal life, Vituro moved to Fort Weyr.
2048, he was standing on the sands, along with Drezen, eyes fixed on the eggs, and refusing to look to the right where he still sharply remembered his motherís accident. While some remember their Impressions in sharp relief, for Vituro there are many details that are fuzzy around the edges. There were eggs hatching everywhere, and everything was so loud. Loud until his eyes fixed themselves to a reasonably large egg rocking a short distance away, though that was loud too, when it cracked it was as if he couldnít hear another thing, it felt profound. Vituro stepped forward, eyes intent, breath held, eyes on the dragonet. Then Drezen was there, scoffing, pushing, jostling, and reaching for the Bronze. Dťjŗ vu, on the sands. Slow motion. Almost beautiful. The Bronze dragonet charged, trampling and mauling Drezen in its effort to reachÖ to reachÖ Vituro? And Vituro was reaching back. And then he was embracing the dragon ~Kavath. Iím Kavath.~
and Vituro was glad. His heart soared even while Drezen choked on the sands, and in the deepest parts of himself, he couldnít help but be pleased by that too. ~Iím hungry.~
After Drezenís death, the newly named Víturo and his dragon began their training. When he had time, Víturo looked to Renaira. She scorned him, her heart broken by Drezenís loss, and disgust that Víturo had not saved him or, in her words Ďlet him have the dragoní. Let him have Kavath? The concept was an impossibility, and immediately left him cold to her. Víturo had no one. ~You have me. We have each other. Iím hungry.~
. Yes, no family, no lover. But he had Kavath.
The former Weyrleader T'ron named V'turo a Wingsecond when Kavath was six turns old. The large bronze and the troubled Víturo both still in need of guidance though the two of them both hold a hefty amount of potential, something to be formed by the right sort of influence and guidance, a sometimes controversial choice. He was transferred to K'lir's wing when the man became a wingleader to serve as his wingsecond.
Later, they timed it forward with the rest of Fort Weyr, both holding up remarkably well, though Víturo has never particularly shown much indication of being particularly traumatized or upset by the experience or by the losses sustained by the Weyr in the process. It isnít that he doesnít care; itís simply that he refuses to show it. He did not kick up any fuss at the order to time it forward either, and simply prepared himself grimly and did precisely as asked. Heís doing the same thing now, head down, doing what needs doing, and keeping to himself.
Because of so many lost and injured dragons, V'turo and Kavath were transferred to C'sius's wing to serve as his wingsecond, where he served for several months before unexpectedly finding himself Fort's first Ninth Pass Weyrleader, alongside Sorilea rider of Gold Ianth. From M13, D14 2508 until M6, D15 2510, he led the Weyr, facing a siege at Fort Hold and leading the liberation efforts by Fort Weyr, thus helping to cement relations between Fort and Hold. He faced much opposition as a young Weyrleader of less than 30 turns, not much helped by the fact that his Weyrwoman was widely considered unstable.
---Just briefly, where he was and from when in case anyone wishes to explore overlaps:
2030, (eighth pass) - Born at the Harper Hall (0 -2 turns)
2032. (eighth pass) - High Reaches Hold (2-11turns)
2041, (eighth pass) - Transferred back to the Harper Hall (11-12 turns)
2042, (eighth pass) - Fostered at Fort Hold (12-18 turns)
2048, (eight pass) - Impressed at Fort Weyr (18- 27 turns)
2058, (ninth pass) - Timed it forward at Fort Weyr (28 turns)
2508, M13, D14 - Kavath catches Ianth and V'turo becomes weyrleader
2510, M6, D15 -Kavath and V'turo do not participate in the next weyrleader flight, and relinquish the rank to T'raev
2511 M3, D25 - Luka is sent to Southern ...DRAGON NAME...
Bronze #E00000...DRAGON AGE...
10 Turns...DRAGON INFORMATION...
Kavath is a physically imposing, handsome, larger bronze at 44 feet, strongly muscled and sports a striking reddish-bronze hide. Smooth and sleek, he is intimidating and very much the quiet giant, with prodigious strength and endurance. His size means he is certainly not the most agile of dragons, though heís faster than might be expected from looking at him. In the air he is breath-taking, his sheer size and impressive wingspan requiring at least a third look. He is awkward on the ground and tends to move ponderously slow in an attempt to look less ridiculous.
Kavath is moody and hasnít a whimsical bone in his body. As a weyrling this made him an easy target for teasing from other dragons, but only to a certain point because once he was pushed he tended towards rages which only his rider or Queen dragons can talk him down from, at least for as long as he remembers what heís furious about. This tendency has lessened as he has matured and especially so since his stint leading the weyr. He does not particularly like Firelizards. Kavath has a strange sense of humour and is often funny without meaning to be, so it is a good thing his rider isn't usually inclined to laugh or the burly dragon might just get offended. Heís an ambitious dragon and often pushes his rider, Víturo towards ruthlessness. Kavath has a strong will and a good head for strategy. He is particularly ferocious when he thinks Víturo is at risk, and this ferocity comes out during Threadfall, which he lives for. He is serious about drills and building and maintaining his skills and abilities. He does not tolerate being challenged very well, and takes himself very, very seriously.