Wingrider...turn of birth...
Turn 2023 (Oldtimer)...played by...
Dirty blonde, unkemptEyes:
Ya know that certain je ne sais quoi
that dragonriders supposedly have? Something that goes beyond the mere physical shape of them? Yeah, T'raev's got that.
He stands a solid 6'2" tall with the muscle-mass to back it up, not one of those reed-thin guys, but really the sort to have packed on some bulk over the years - not fat, no, but not lean either. Beyond just his build, T'raev has a presence
that's impossible to ignore, something that exudes in every line of him, from the unkempt sandy blond hair to the perpetual five o'clock shadow. His features are somehow absolute: When he's angry, those green eyes spark with fury and his nostrils flare; when he's pleasant, those dimples deepen and teeth flash. He might be considered handsome by those who aren't looking for a clean-cut kinda guy, but he's not conventionally desirable.
Not the sharpest dresser, usually sticking to attire that's more functional than fashionable, T'raev at least seems comfortable in his skin and the clothes he dons to cover it....personality...
What can you say? T'raev is what he is.
A slick-talker and no mistaking it, T'raev could sell a person a bridge before they realized they'd even been asked to sign on the dotted line. When he turns on the charm, when the dimples flash and the slow Keroonian accent comes into play, it's obvious how he's managed to get where he is in life: by making people believe he's all that (and a bag of chips), even if he ain't. But, in truth, T'raev's damaged goods. He uses his charm almost exclusively toward selfish ends; if his selfishness happens to include the best interests of the Weyr, that's usually only because it means his belly stays full and his marks stay well-stocked.
Quick to anger and long to hold a grudge, it's easy to see how T'raev landed himself in so much trouble of the years. He'd cold-clock a man as soon as look at him when he's really in a temper, often coming across like he's on the verge of... well... coming unleashed. And that's really not all that far from the truth. Sure, there are things he loves: whiskey, women, Mirkath among them. But he's a burr when he thinks someone might get close to him, and he shuts people out rather than risk letting them in.Turn 2023, Age 0
- Tiraev is born.Turn 2031, Age 8
- Tiraev's father dies.Turn 2038, Age 15
- Tiraev gets arrested at Keroon Hold for pickpocketing a Master. He is released a few months later and joins the Hold guard.Turn 2039, Age 16
- Searchriders from Igen Weyr come to Keroon, and take Tiraev with them. A few weeks later, he Impresses bronze Mirkath and takes the name T'raev.Turn 2043, Age 20
- Mirkath wins a junior goldflight at Fort, ultimately transferring to the Weyr just before the eggs Hatch.Turn 2058, Age 35
- Lessa's jump through time, the Weyrs make the leap to the Ninth Pass.Turn 2510, Age 37
- T'raev becomes Weyrleader of Fort, with Shaynun and gold Zynkawraith as Weyrwoman.
Born to good, honest Herder stock near Keroon Hold, Tiraev might have had a straightforward course in life - from boy, to apprentice, to journeyman, to manhood. But for one moment in his early youth that changed everything.
See, Tiraev's real daddy got himself kicked in the head when the boy was only eight, and - after a few days of lingering somewhere between life and death - he passed on. The boy was old enough to hurt from this loss, not young enough to have no memory of his father nor to fail to grasp the fact that the man was actually dead, and it left him with a lifelong sense of sudden abandonment, as though his father had chosen to kick off instead of just, y'know, it being an unfortunate accident. To make matters worse, his mother - a woman with four mouths to feed - remarried only about a Turn later, and Tiraev had himself a stepdaddy to deal with. Needless to say, the boy and the new pa didn't get along too well, and the situation went from bad to worse. His mother was pretty well stuck in the situation, since she couldn't just up and leave her new husband, but she did love her children enough to suffer that they were always at odds.
As a boy, acting out as lads are wont to do, Tiraev would pickpocket and steal, commit small crimes just to make his mama cry and his stepdaddy mad. It worked - so good that, about the time he turned fifteen - they washed their hands of him. That was when he got caught robbing a Master's pocket at a Gather and wound up locked up for the better part of a Turn, only able to get out so quickly because he made friends of the guards, who spoke up on his behalf. He was always a slick-talker, and it served him well in this case, since he told his tale of woe with such conviction that, well, he didn't exactly wind up a convict, if you'll pardon the pun. The next Turn was spent at Keroon Hold, serving on the Hold guard, and - from there - Searched and Impressed up Igen ways.
Mirkath was probably the only thing that kept young T'raev from getting in too deep in his late adolescence. The bronze at least helped heal the long hurt of abandonment, and the two leaned heavily on one another. Mind you, a feline can't change his stripes, and T'raev's stripes were of a decidedly crooked nature. He was a liar and a cheater to the core, and no amount of training in the dragonriderly arts was going to change that.
Thread came. With it came loss, suffering, pain. T'raev and Mirkath were blooded in their first Fall, but they survived, and they would fly again. Not long after graduating as weyrlings, Mirkath caught a gold off at Fort. Not that T'raev was the faithful type, but he struck up a friendly affair with her rider, and the two were back-and-forth enough that, by the time the eggs Hatched, they had officially transferred into the fighting Wings. The next few Turns slipped by in a haze of threadfall, drilling, and no small amount of debauchery until the end of the Pass.
Then Lessa did her thing, and upset the whole world again. Coming out of between
, that first night in the Ninth Pass, he eyed that baleful, winking Red Star in the mornings with a sense of resigned disappointment, as though the thing existed just to make his life difficult. But he knew, deep down in his blood, that there was no escaping the fact that they had made the decision to come back, to fight Thread once more. That they'd be doing so under a Weyrleader that was barely older than a biscuit didn't thrill T'raev, to say the least.Everything after this point is on-camera, so feel free to check out T'raev's Posts for more....dragon name...
Mirkath...dragon color...Bronze...dragon clutch...
Igen Weyr - Turn 2039...dragon information...
This bulky bronze is most definitely no fragile example of his color. His stocky, sturdy build is only accentuated by a blunt muzzle and the elongated, somewhat flat neckridges that run down his ember-swept neck to broad, sunstone speckled shoulders. Crisp, clear autumnal shades flicker across his flanks and only intensify as they wrap and twirl round his tail as though stirred by a breeze. Burnished sails glimmer with shades of copper and brass when extended, mingling together to cast a dull shine through surprisingly thin wingfiber. His well-muscled limbs may seem a little short, set aglow with the rays of an early sunset and finished with wide talons in deep russet.
Mirkath was born for greatness and he knows it. It's an accident of birth that's given him the bronze hide to catapult him to the top of the heap, but he's convinced that it is simply his birthright to be superior, though it's not something that he chooses to lord over anyone. It's simply that he is bronze
In addition to this push to get to the top, Mirkath has a proud streak that must be catered to. It's not that he's unwilling to meet other dragons or even other people, it's just that they need to be mindful of who he is and he expects respect from everyone, just as he also expects to grant it. He can be commanding when it's called for but otherwise he'll have learned the fine art of conversing, the give and take between himself and others with an ability to persuade to go with the ability to command. In the air, he is a sure and steady flyer with a certain elegance to his movements. He doesn't have the build for acrobatics or daredevil speed, but his bulk grants him stamina and the ability to cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time.
While females of both colors draw his interest and he is not immune to the siren call of any rising gold or green, Mirkath will not be an incautious chaser. Maturity however, brings circumspection and T'raev sees his efforts to chase and catch lessen as he grows older and starts to hone his technique, focusing on those lovely ladies who are worthy of being his mate.