I ' M I E L
...NAME...I'miel (Pronounced like Emille)
...TITLE...Wingrider, Rider of bronze Tantorath
...AGE...38
...PLAYED BY...Gerard Butler
...FAMILY...M'sin, Father; Blue Rider (deceased)
Quela, Mother, Blue Rider (deceased)
Isbel, Daughter with green rider Silia
Bilian, Son with green rider Silia (deceased)
...HEIGHT...6'2"
...BUILD...Moderately Muscular
...HAIR COLOR...Dark Brown
...EYE COLOR...Blue
At first glance, I'miel may appear to be a bit intimidating. He's reasonably tall, standing at a comfortable 6'2", and while he may not be bulging with muscle, it's definitely there. I'miel is no wisp of a man, and while he doesn't look at though he could crush your skull, he's certainly not the person you'd want to face off against in an arm wrestle. His face might be considered a bit plain, but it's undeniably pleasant. Decidedly masculine, his jaw is a definite square shape, though it tapers smoothly enough to give his face a clean look. The angles, too, are almost always hidden by a stubborn smattering of stubble that runs from his sideburns, across his top lip, and down over his chin. It's there more out of any lack of desire (or ambition) to shave, rather than any real desire to keep it there. However, necessity often required that he takes a razor to his face at least once every other week, or else he'd easily grow a full beard... Which, in I'miel mind, would be unfortunate.
He has thin lips, lacking any special quality worth mention, and also sports a straight nose, a bit overlarge in comparison to the rest of his face, and again, a forgettable quality. His eyes are most likely his best facial feature, nicely shaped, and a soft, honest shade of blue that offers a bit of gentleness to an otherwise slightly rugged visage. I'miel's hair, is reasonably full and a plain, flat, shade of dark brown. I'miel tends to keep it short for the sake of easy care. He likes not having to comb it in the morning if he doesn't feel like it, and he certainly likes not having to worry about it getting all mussed up beneath his helmet during Fall. And besides, what would he do with long hair, anyway?
I'miel is most comfortable in earthy shades and comfortable, loose fitting clothes. To between with fashion (when does anyone in a Weyr really get dressed up, anyway?), he'd rather be able to be comfortable wherever he goes, and what doesn't go with plain tan, white, or black? It's a low-maintenance wardrobe for a similarly low-maintenance man, and any attempt to make him broaden his clothing selection is often met with an uncomfortable silence, and a thoroughly uncomfortable, uneasy set of his mouth, complete with a clenched jaw and raised eyebrow. Disgust? Not quite. Balking at the idea of change? Certainly.
...PERSONALITY...Pushover. The word fits I'miel to a tee. He takes being cautious to new levels, though If you asked I'miel, there's not a single thing he's afraid of: Not Fall, not wild felines, not heights, or any sorts of those usual fears. But in reality, the man's a bit cautious of everything. He takes being careful to the extremes, though after the accident with his son, perhaps its understandable. An old auntie staggering toward the fire? I'miel is there at her side, sheepishly offering her his arm, heedless of the number of times he gets slapped and told to mind his own business. Weyrbrat making to eat food off the floor? I'miel is already there, giving that little hand a gentle slap. His want to worry often unintentionally comes across as a very pessimistic opinion: Ask I'miel what he thinks of something, and he'll be the first to tell you just everything that could go wrong. But certainly, get a feline, he likes felines! But just don't forget they can tear up your furniture, fall to their deaths, scratch someone's eye out... But if you really want a pet...
Apart from his worry-wort tendencies, I'miel is also a man who hates confrontation. Trying to drag the man into any sort of heated debate is like trying to drag a runner to a dragon: It just doesn't work, and most likely, it's not going to end well. As wishy-washy as a wet mop, I'miel can hardly make up his own mind, nevermind helping someone else make up theirs. Just another reason the man keeps his wardrobe disgustingly simple: If he had much more than the basics to choose from, the Bronze Rider could easily spend thirty minutes simply trying to decide what shirt to wear for breakfast.
All his hesitancy and inability to commit aside, I'miel is a very kind man, possessing a definite nurturing air about him. He loves children, he loves helping, he loves people. Your problem is I'miel's problem, and while he may not be very efficient in helping you overcome it, he's certainly a person who will willingly commiserate with you, and will always, always, offer you his sturdy shoulder to cry on, no questions asked. His voice is surprisingly soft and cultures for his appearance, and this only serves to further push him as a fatherly, compassionate figure. He may not be the smartest kid on the block, but I'miel has a strong grasp on common sense, and street sense. So while he may not be able to, in any techincal terms, tell you how best to shift a staggered "V" flying formation into rescue positions, he'd come around to a solution if given enough time to think it over. Unfortunately, Pern tends to be a place where time is of the essence, and as such, I'miel's pondering thoughtfulness is often waved aside as being a waste of time.
Lastly, though I'miel comes across as a man who backs away from every form of opposition, he does have a backbone. The man Impressed bronze after all, and beneath that soft exterior there's something as hard as tempered steel. When I'miel feels passionately about something he doesn't back down, and fighting with him about it is about as futile as attempting to stroke a wild wher. Don't mistake his kindness for weakness: All other things aside, I'miel is not weak.
I'miel was born Immiel in the eighth Pass, turn 2021 in High Reaches Weyr. His father was a Searchrider, and his mother rode the green his blue caught during one Flight. His childhood was rather uneventful; like other Weyrbrats, he was raised in the Creche and knew his parents by name, but didn't have much contact with them. Neither parents nor child were very interested in each other, and that suited Immiel fine.
Like most of the other lads in the Creche, Immiel stood for his first Clutch the moment he was able... And unlike most, he was lucky enough to find his dragon the very first time he took to the Sands. Tantorath had been the first dragon to hatch, and had been patiently waiting before the Candidates even arrived on the Sands. The dragonet bowled Immiel over, and, sprawled on top of the surprised boy, declared him as His, and that was the end of that.
Weyrling training was a challenge for the pair. Despite being a bronze, Tantorath was not as quick to catch onto some concepts as his other clutchsibs, and he was often left behind in lessons. He required very precise and clear directions, and once they were given, he could perform admirably... And was admittedly the strongest (if perhaps not the most graceful) flier in the class. Weyrlinghood was also where I'miel met the love of his life, a greenrider by the name of Silia. Silia's green Hasmith was as clever as Tantorath was strong, and the green was always willing to help her brother out during lessons. It was because of this connection that the two met, and the Weyrlings became fast friends. Really, it was to no one's surprise that they fell into I'miels bed the night of their Graduation, and a sevenday after that declared themselves Weyrmated.
Two Turns after they were Weyrmated, Silia and I'miel welcomed their first child, a daughter they named Isbel. Unlike I'miel's own parents, the bronzerider was interested in his children and spent time with them when he could. Though this often left him exhausted (especially after Silia gave birth to their son, Billian, a Turn after Isbel), I'miel felt it was worth the sleepiness and the effort. Nothing brought him greater pleasure than being able to visit with his children, and especially when they'd come for brief visits to the Weyr. Unfortunately, it was during one of these visits that I'miel's life was turned upside down.
Billian was a four-Turn-old, and I'miel had taken his eye off of him for just a moment while he chatted with a visiting Rider. His dragon was supposed to be watching the boy, but as dragons tended to do, Tantorath began to doze in the mid-morning sun.. And when Billian came too close to the Weyrledge and peered over, the bronze acted too late. The little boy fell to his death, and I'mmiel was understandably devastated. It wasn't long after that Silia stopped coming to see him, and at that point I'miel understood their relationship to be over.
Alone and unable to bear his weyr with his child's death still fresh in his mind, I'miel requested to transfer to another Weyr.
He was transfered a Turn after Billian's death to Fort Weyr. Only a few people knew of the accident there, and I'miel was able to pick up the pieces of his life and try to put them back together. Despite his friendliness and his charm, I'miel spent those next long Turns alone... save for his dragon, of course. He didn't want to risk a relationship he couldn't handle, you see. Making the jump forward was surprisingly easy for I'miel: He accepted the change with unexpected steadiness, considering how horribly he often reacted to change. He merely saw it as a new opportunity to start a new life, and forget about some of the darker things that cloud his past.
...DRAGON NAME...Tantorath
...DRAGON COLOR...Bronze
...DRAGON CLUTCH...Weyr: High Reaches
Dam: Unnamed gold
Sire: Unnamed bronze
Date: Turn 2036 (Eighth Pass)
...DRAGON INFORMATION...Tantorath is huge. Gargantuan. Whatever word you want to use to describe Tan, at least one rule applies: The fella is a beast. He'sa large bronze and ripples with muscle. He's built like a terran steam-engine; big, strong, and not necessarily pretty to look at, but made to get the job done. His hide is a mellow, medium shade of tarnished bronze and is even throughout the entirety of his hide without a single marking or variation. His head is a bit small in comparison to the rest of his body and is definitely very angular. It makes for a bit of an unbalanced look, especially seeing as how its slapped onto a thick, muscular neck. His tail is similarly misplaced: long and whiplike, it's perfect for smacking up dust clouds... Which Tan does quite often. In short, this boy is built rather like an ungainly mastiff: a friendly enough face, and a hulking body that he just doesn't seem to know what to do with. How does one get these leg things to work, anyway?
There's no kind way to put it: Tan is a doofus. A lovable doofus for sure, but a doofus all the same. Like his Rider, Tan is a slow, contemplative thinker, though unlike I'miel, the bronze isn't too good at coming up with any sort of logical conclusions for most situations. Not to say that he's dumb, but Tantorath does his work best when he has definite, unwavering instructions to follow. He's the plodding, grinning henchman behind a conniving mastermind. He has no real concept of just how big he is, either, which tends to be a problem when the beast tries to "squeeze in real quick, here", between dragons, or when he stretches his wings without much concern as to where other dragons are around him. But one thing is for sure: Tantorath has a huge heart to match his huge body. The bronze is likely the most down-to-earth of his color you'll find, helpful to a fault, and possessed of a very loud, bold voice that tends to reach everyone around him, whether he means for it too or not. Like a person who's not quite sure how to use a phone, Tantorath makes sure to SPEAK LOUDLY, just to make sure you can hear him. He's easily distracted as well, often possessed of unfortunate mental lapses that have him shooting off in the wrong direction during a Flight, or hovering in formation a few moments after everyone else has gone between for Fall. This is no leading bronze material, that's for sure, but a friendlier, more endearing dragon you'll be hard pressed to find.
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