T A S H Y R I N...NAME...
tashyrin [commonly tash]...TITLE...
brothers; firton , jaskan , horit , ermol , porec 
sisters; cesila ...STRENGTHS...
dedicated and loyal
good with animals
empathetic and intelligent
confident and talented in his craft
very calm under pressure...WEAKNESSES...
keeps to himself
can be shy around women
self-deprecating and self-conscious
sometimes moody or brooding
frustrated easily by mistakes
bottles up everything...LOVES...
listening and helping
laughing and joking
nervousness and doubtklah
Tashyrin was once a very different young man. His entire family used to call him Shy, partially because it's a part of the ridiculous name his mother gave him, and partially because it characterized him so well. An awkward, gawky child and teen, he was constantly plagued by self-doubt, and effectively effaced himself into the background of anything and everything. He was quiet, prone to blushing, and altogether helpless in conversation. It took finding something he was good at -dragonhealing- to give him some confidence, and in the turns since Mercer took him on as Apprentice, the boy has made a sea-change.
Tash today has a new nickname and a very new attitude. He's still quiet, but now it is a steady quiet, a you-can-rely-on-me quiet, and you can talk to him without turning him red and making him flee. He is calmly confident and self-possessed most of the time, and particularly when practicing healing, though a girl can still strip that away and make him reflexively apologize under the right set of circumstances. His character is generally laid-back on the surface; he is happy to go along with whatever is happening without a murmur. He does a lot of things without a murmur, actually. Tash tends to keep his own counsel, though it's not always intentional. Sometimes he would like to speak to someone, he simply cannot come up with anything to say. Fortunately, if they have something to say, there is no better listener. He is sensitive, and usually knows when to just listen and commiserate and when to offer a gentle suggestion. Something about his quiet assurance makes people want
to tell him things, and he is not the type of person to spill any secrets. An excellent and protective friend, he doesn't have a problem standing up for the underdog in a situation, particularly if they remind him of himself.
Actually, all that apparent confidence is a prop, and not necessarily a good one. If you get to know him, you may just get to know the sea of nasty self-doubt seething just underneath anytime he's doing anything that isn't dragon healing. He knows he's good at that; it's the rest that troubles him. He doesn't believe in bringing his problems to others, and tends to just bottle up everything inside and pretend he's fine. This can make for a volatile scene, but it doesn't very often. Tash is very used to controlling his emotions at this point in his life, and sometimes does it a little too well. This means he can be caught in bad moods, now and then, brooding over some small mistake he's made. He is something of a perfectionist, and spends a lot of time making sure he has things right.
At his core, though, Tash is a genuinely good guy. He isn't good at expressing himself with words, though he has no problem distilling someone else's problems, and he prefers to express himself physically, with touch or a gift. In fact, the objects of his infrequent and uncertain crushes will often find themselves shyly presented with sweet, small things, often items he's made. He's surprisingly handy, and can cook, wield a needle, thread, and awl, and even dance, after long, agonizing lessons with the headwoman of Ista. He enjoys making people happy however he can, and that goes doubly for those he feels something for.
Oslo and Ashila were a well-off pair in Ista Hold, enjoying the balmy island life together. Ashila was very much a Hold girl and content to produce children for her husband, though she also had a vivid interest in family history. Both of them were so fond of having little ones around that they avidly fostered on top of their own seven children, and Tash grew up in a riotous environment of siblings, related and not. Oslo was fond of saying Ashila's only problems with fosterlings was not getting to name them; she loved creating names that were a tribute to such-and-such aunt mixed with a great-great-grandcousin, and when she stopped having children, she started in on the canines, felines, ovines, anything she could slap a name on.
Tash proved to have a real gift with animals, and hoped to be fostered to the Beastcrafthall. For whatever reason, his mother disapproved of his decision and had him fostered to Ista Weyr at eight turns, thinking he simply must like dragons as much as dogs. For a boy who tended to blush and go mute every time he met a new person, he was a little less than excited about living in the creche, until he was Searched at thirteen. Dragonmen didn't have to talk. He was pretty sure of that.
His first clutch saw his entire horde of a family pressed into the stands to see him get a dragon, and instead they saw a disaster. He was kicked by an errant blue and spent most of the time being stitched up. Afterwards, his family was prepared to console a despairing boy, but they found something else entirely. He had been watching as a tall, dark-haired man ministered to a minor injury on one of the newly-Impressed dragons, and he knew what he wanted to do.
It took a lot of convincing, but Mercer, Ista's Masterdragonhealer, agreed to take Tash on as an apprentice. From there, the boy's metamorphosis was extraordinary. Finally, he had something helpful to do that he was good at, and he drank in every bit of dragon-related information he possibly could. He continued to stand and be left standing, but now he had something else to work towards, and the disappointment was not so bad. Mercer officially granted him the rank of journeyman when Telgar's dragonhealer fell ill and they needed a replacement, and Tashyrin was sent to Telgar Weyr when he turned twenty. His mentor constantly insisted he Stand, and he knew Gold Solth would be due soon. For his part, Tash almost looked forward to aging out and focusing on healing, but he hadn't quite given up hope of a dragon.
The surprising news that Solth's clutch would be transferred to Fort meant another move. There was little point in him staying at Telgar once their dragonhealer was up and about anyway, and he caught a ride with a transferring rider in order to stand at Fort. Mercer had made him promise to focus on Candidacy until he aged out, and he would honor that promise. After all, only two Turns to go....COLOR PREFERENCE...
I think he's a Brown kind of guy, but if you have a dragon in there that matches him just slap 'em together, I'm never going to be upset about color. [I do know there aren't any Browns left in this Clutch. If there's no babies who scream PERFECT FOR HIM then it's fine to leave him Standing.]...HONORIFIC...
Zadovith...DRAGON COLOR...Blue / #0309AC...DRAGON AGE...
Hatched in Turn 2508 - Turn One of the Ninth Pass...PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION...
Deep, pure blue streams down the length of this large-for-his-color dragon in a single dark stripe -- for if there's one thing he is, it's long in every way, shape and form -- from the tip of his pointy muzzle down to the end of his tail, offering sharp contrast to his tropical-blue base. Impressively toned musculature is highlighted by darkened ridges and bumps down his back, a slightly darker tinge showing off the angles of his lithe form. Where tail and snout are long, and his body is as well, his paws are a little bit on the small side; small, but agile and fierce. His wings are compact but strong, and each wingsail is lowlighted with the same dark of his full-body stripe. ...PERSONALITY...
T'yrin has certainly met his match in Zadovith! From the moment of hatching, this blue dragon is a chatterbox and a nosy one at that. Sending mental images, questions, sights, smells and everything at a mile a minute, he's overwhelming. Where his rider is shy and prone to listen, Zadovith is a blabberer prone to talking
. He wants to know everything. About everyone. Always
. And once he knows what he knows, he doesn't see any reason to keep it secret. So hopefully T'yrin isn't too attached to personal information, because watch out: all the other dragons of the Weyr will know it soon if he doesn't put a stop to the chatter.
As a weyrling, Zadovith will be a challenge indeed. He's a party boy at heart, and he doesn't want to do things like listen to rules, stay quiet and keep his head down. He wants to play. He wants to learn things in his own style. Run around. Try to fly early, regardless of how the others say it's unsafe! While he will likely yield to Riaskanth's gentle command, it'll still take you some work, T'yrin, to get Zadovith to be a dragon who minds his rider and not a dragon who thinks he's in charge of the entire Weyr. And he will get in line -- eventually. Some of his bad habits, though, will stick through adulthood: while his assumption that he's The Boss won't, his assumption that he is Super Cool absolutely will, and his gossipy nature? That's never going anywhere.
Because Zadovith is Super Cool, and should easily be the most popular dragon in the Weyr by far (after all, why isn't he already? just look at him!) he expects that other dragons wnat to be his friend. Usually, because he's extroverted and outgoing, he's right: so don't be surprised to always find Zadovith hanging out with other dragons. While T'yrin is the most important to him, he will always want to be with his lifemate and other dragons as much as possible, and if you aren't socializing enough for him? Zadovith will try to push you toward other riders, or even whichever random human he selects as a proper companion. Your shyness toward females won't be tolerated forever, as he may decide the time has come for you to find a mate and set himself (and any other dragon he can co-opt into helping, thus broadcasting your romantic and sexual desires far and wide) to the job with great fervor.
Basically, he's a partier -- new weyr? throw a party! get promoted? throw a party! bored? ... party! -- and a gadfly. Amateur matchmaker. Hero of the Weyr, of course, because Super Cool dragons like Zadovith are definitely good Threadfighters -- and thankfully for Zadovith's ego, he actually is one, too. A Wingsecond job may be in your future, if the two of you can work it out and establish proper control boundaries! Being an Assistant Weyrlingmaster might be not as good an idea, as Zadovith is bound to be a bad example as an adult dragon. That doesn't mean he won't try to corrupt weyrlings as soon as they're out of their eggs, with loudly broadcasted welcomes and promises that Uncle Zadovith will be bringing the fun.
When it comes to flights, he likes them, he's good at it and (like in most things) he knows it. Zadovith will chase whichever female he can find and do it with skill and artistry, even if previously she didn't like him very much. In the air he's a charmer, and he talks throughout his flights, serenading the green and shooting flavored insults at all the other dragons. He isn't one for romance, though, even if he thinks maybe you should have some in your life someday -- he just wants the thrill of the flight and the cred of having caught all the greens. Maybe one special green might win his hearts over someday, and if she does, she'll probably be the one he never manages to catch unless he happens not to have any competition. Feel free to make fun of him if he gets tongue-tied around a lady, because it's something that isn't likely to happen much.
You're Zadovith's wingman, T'yrin, and while you might be the one with the mouth that does human speech and the one with the official title, Zadovith is the boss. Got that? Good. Now just do whatever he says and everything will work out fine, because he's got this under control ......CREDITS...Name/Description/Personality by
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