T'rian of Bronze Stallorth

Name:
T'rian {Tor}

Pronunciation:
Tore- Ian

Age:
27 Turns

Season Born In:
Summer

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Weyr Mate:
Inali

Family:
Zeke - Father - Harper - Deceased
Mair - Mother - Healer - Deceased
Bravonn - Uncle - Harper - Deceased
Coraline - Aunt - Harper - Deceased
Shenzi - Cousin - Master Harper - 29 Turns
Lilyanna - Second Cousin - Harper - 13 Turns
Inoria - Daughter - Weyrbrat - Baby
Talian - Daughter - Weyrbrat - Baby

Appearance:
T'rian has short brown hair, very dark brown eyes, and rich, light tan skin. T'rian is just a little over six foot tall and weighs 175 pounds. He doesn't look very muscular, but that is just a facade. He has hard muscles all over his body, and takes great pride in his strength. He usually wears either a black, or dark blue t-shirt, and his riding pants. He never takes off his dragon tooth necklace that he got when Stallorth hatched. T'rian doesn't like to dress up, but if it is for an important occasion, he wears a very nice dress suit, and will sometimes comb back his hair out of his face. His expression is usually pretty happy, but it might change depending on his mood.

His very dark brown eyes are always full of emotion though. So if you need to know what he's feeling, look at his eyes. He walks with pride in his steps, and always takes great care whenever he's outside of the Weyr, after all, you never know what you might be stepping in. He is always holding his head high, and his back is always straight when he is walking. Yet, even with all the pride you see in him, he still looks extremely relaxed, and calm. It almost looks like he's having fun whenever he does anything. He could be stuck in the infirmary, and still look cool, and relaxed, and even like he is having fun.

At least, that's what he looked like before Loraketh died, and his weyrmate seemingly shut-down on him. Now his face is hard and cold, and he almost never smiles. He always wears his riding gear, and hasn’t even looked at his dress clothes since. He has actually gotten used to sleeping away from the weyr he is supposed to sleep in with Inali, and will usually find somewhere else to slumber. There is almost a constant glare on the man’s once handsome, smiling face. He doesn’t talk much either, and there are lines on his face that come from almost constant scowling. He still holds some of that handsomeness he once had, but there is a dark cloak that over hangs all of it. Some people have said that they could almost see a very dark mist surrounding him as he walked past them, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they were right.

Personality:
T'rian is a very proud individual. He isn't afraid of really anything, at least, that's the way he makes it look. Just like everyone else there are things that scare him, he just does his best not to show it. He is actually really easy to get along with. Which is pretty surprising given his argumentative personality. He is a pretty careful person, especially when talking to those high ranking individuals. He is always relaxed, and tries to have a good time no matter what he's doing, which often gets him in trouble. Some might say that he is pretty lecherous, and no matter how hard he fights to deny it, he can't help but checking out all the pretty ladies he sees. He has often been told that that will be the end of him. Yet he just shrugs it off with a smile on his face, and a wink in his eyes.

T'rian is a very argumentative person, and doesn't really know when to give up. He is pretty bull-headed, and will do just about anything he wants. He doesn't really take orders well, but does kinda know when to bite his tongue. He is actually an extremely respectful person, and can't stand it when he sees someone treating a woman badly. He is protective, and slightly arrogant, but his arrogant side doesn't really come out unless he has something he thinks is worth bragging about. He will gladly give up his life to protect, not only his Weyr, but everyone, and everything, around it. He has a hard time giving up, even when everything looks hopeless. He is always trying to find a way to win. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he is always trying to find a way to add to his winning streak.

He is a very relaxed individual. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he almost always looks relaxed. There are times when he looses that calm, relaxed demeanor, and becomes a very vicious person. It normally takes a lot to get on T'rian's bad side, but there are a few things that can sett him off in an instant. Some say that he is actually bi-polar, and of course T'rian denies this will everything he's got. T'rian is a very loving, loyal, and trusting person really. He will love someone will all of his heart, yet he is still a human, and has a hard time dealing with the loss of someone he loved. He is extremely loyal, and will never turn his back on anyone that has earned his trust, and loyalty. One of T'rian's many faults is that he is a little too willing to trust people. He has always been this way, and so far he doesn't show any sign of changing.

That all changed after Loraketh died, now he is a quiet man who doesn’t talk unless absolutely necessary, and even then his voice is almost lifeless. He tries to be strong for his twins since it doesn’t seem that even they can bring their mother out of her brooding sadness, but even he finds little solace with his children. Even Talian has a hard time making her father smile, where once all she had to do was grin at him and he would laugh; now she does everything in her power, and barely elicits a grin from him. All he wants anymore is to make the woman he loves smile and laugh like she used to. To him it seems as though all of his attempts and prayers have fallen on deaf ears. So now he can be seen stalking through the Weyr, avoiding almost every female there, the only humans that he will let touch him are his children, and Inali when she so chooses to be near him. Otherwise, it would be best to just leave him be.

T'rian is a little more lively than he used to be, but there is still a part of him that just wants to curl up in his bed and never get back out. But he tries his hardest to keep that part of him locked away, and he has Stallorth's ever lasting support and help. It never fails, whenever he is starting to feel bad for himself Stallorth steps in and reminds him of all the good things in their lives; though he could do without the part about how good fresh meat tastes. But then again, this is coming from a dragon so he takes what he can get.

History:
T'rian grew up with a pretty normal childhood. His dad was a harper, and he would often come home and tell T'rian stories about the way things were done back when the weyrs were still young, and that's what started T'rian's love of the large beasts. He knew most of his father's stories were made up, but that didn't make him love them any less than had they been the truth. His mother was one of the local healers, and had much work to do. So she liked to relax when she got home, and listen to the stories that his father would tell them. T'rian loved to go with his father when he went of to the near by holds to entertain them. He didn't go so much for the social interaction as the chances to see the dragons, and their riders. His father was always ready with a story that would cheer T'rian up when he needed it, and his father would even tell T'rian stories about harsh punishments when T'rian would get in trouble.

T'rian's mother was one of Trelis Weyr's healers, and would often take T'rian to work with her. He would often sit somewhere out of the way, and watch his mother, and the other healer's work, but there were the odd occasions his mother would have him help her with minor injuries. He loved it when his mother would let him help her heal the dragons. When they would go home, T'rian would often go outside and pretend to be a bronze dragon rider. He loved it when his mother would teach him some of the techniques she used. Yet he had conflicted emotions when the lessons would end. He would be upset that they were over yes, but he would also be happy that they were done so he could go off and try some of them himself. He always tried to pretend that he was a dragon rider taking care of his dragon, and would often use just about anything he could find as the dragon. T'rian's mother would sometimes bring her work home with her in the fact that some of the locals would bring their firelizards, and other pets, to her for very minor healing.

T'rian was at Trelis where, in the stands, the day Stallorth's clutch was supposed to hatch. His father had gotten them seats close to the front of the stands. At first T'rian didn't like where they were sitting cause you could still feel the heat of the sands where they were sitting, and it didn't help that it was summer, but when the candidates were brought out onto the sands, and the hatching began, T'rian completely forgot about how he felt, and occupied himself with trying to figure out what candidate got what color hatchling. He was amazed when the first egg hatched, it was a beautiful, large, bronze hatchling. It seemed like everything was going in slow motion as T'rian stood up, and leaned against the railing. He was sure that the taller male candidate was going to impress the little dragon, but when the dragon clawed and bit at the candidate, everyone fell silent with shock.

T'rian didn't know what was happening around him anymore. He stood there, rooted to the spot, as he watched the large hatchling try to get to the stands. He jumped over the railing, and ran to the little dragon, and was amazed at the sensation he felt when he touched him. He heard the dragon's voice inside his head, telling him his name, and telling him he was hungry. It was that moment that his heart skipped a beat, and everything around him started moving in fast forward. After everyone calmed down about what had happened, they moved T'rian in with the other weyrlings that had impressed a dragon hatchling. The years he spent training with his dragonet seemed to have passed at lightning fast speed. As T'rian and Stallorth grew older, Stallorth growing much faster than T'rian, their bond grew stronger.

It was during these years that T'rian's parents died from old age. T'rian was depressed, but he knew that his parents had lived rich, full lives, and knew that they were in a better place. He wasn't allowed to be depressed for very long. Stallorth kept him on his toes day and night. T'rian was glad for his dragons actions. It kept his mind from wandering to his parents, and as T'rian got older, his sadness at his parents passing lessened, and eventually disappeared. Stallorth was growing into a mighty bronze dragon, and T'rian started noticing that his dragon had most of the same interests as himself. T'rian noticed that, as Stallorth got older and bigger, he enjoyed going out to the training grounds. He would spend hours training with Stallorth. They spent most of their free time this way. As time went on, the bond between rider and dragon grew, and so did their flying abilities. T'rian and Stallorth grew quickly, and were soon full fledged Rider and Dragon.

T'rian and Stallorth were, not surprisingly, the strongest of all of the dragon's in their wing, and quickly fought for the position of Wingleader, and won. They had been training extremely hard when finally the gold queen Loraketh started showing signs of a mating flight. T'rian and Stallorth made sure to stay in the Weyr, and it finally paid off when she took to the skies. Stallorth did his best to keep up with the large gold queen, and T'rian couldn't believe it when the large bronze dragon caught Loraketh. It was the greatest day of both of their lives. T'rian had Inali, and Stallorth had Loraketh, and neither one of them planned on giving them up any time soon.

• Had twins with Weywoman Inali.
  
• Did his best not to kill the Southerners.

Thread fell earlier than anyone could have predicted, and had caught the young Weyrleader by surprise. His own huntyre Salty Blues had been killed shortly after the male’s mate had died. Everywhere around him there were people, dragons, pets, and loved ones dying. It would have been enough to drive any man insane, but thankfully T’rian held himself together and did his best to protect his Weyr’s territory from the insatiable scourge of Pern. Unknown to him, there was a rebellion brewing right underneath his young nose. When he did find out about it, the only thing that kept him back from attempting to drive the Rebels out of Trelis territory was that he had been convinced that outright fighting with them would only lead to more deaths, and that was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Then it seemed as though Pern had turned upside down, and everything came crashing down on the young man. His large dragon Stallorth had just started to scream and fall from the sky, and that was when he learned of Loraketh’s death. The two of them immediately returned to Trelis, and T’rian started running and screaming throughout the Weyr as he searched for Inali. Though there was little the man could do for her or his own heartbroken dragon who had never known any other mate. Stallorth screamed and roared and didn’t stop fighting until his battered and bruised body could fight no more. He had taken more than one Thread score during the fight, but T’rian didn’t let the large male Between as his mate had. He didn’t, and still doesn’t, think he would have lived any longer if his own dragon had died.

T’rian had all but secluded himself from the Weyr during the Great Dragon War, and the rest of the Threadfall. He knew that most of Pern blamed the new colors on the losses, but somewhere inside of him he knew that it wasn’t their fault. But in his current state, he couldn’t help but hate the Rebellion for a reason unknown to himself. Then again, at that point he hated just about everyone but, to him, the Rebellion was the best target to take his anger out on. It didn’t last though, and soon enough he was doing his best to secretly help the Rebellion as best he could. But since he is no longer Weyrleader, he can’t give them outright help, so he does his best to send them messages secretly, while trying to keep his family safe, and everyone else none the wiser. Whether or not he will be discovered is unknown, but even with all the risks, he still does his best to help out any way possible.

• Will add as things happen IC.

Location:
He grew up just outside of Trelis Wyer, and now lives in Trelis Weyr.

Rank:
Wingsecond

Wing:
Weyrleader's Wing






Name:
Stallorth

Pronunciation:
Stall - Orth

Age:
11 Turns

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Bronze

Size:
44ft.

Color Codes:
CD950C

Appearance:
Stallorth is a pretty large, even for a bronze. His hide is actually solid in color, and he takes great pride in that fact. It gives him a distinct look, and makes it easier to distinguish him from other bronzes. He has very large muscles, a long tail, and two large wings that keep this giant brute air-borne. His long tail is whip-like, and he likes to use it as such. His large claws are always kept sharp, but they are not long enough to hinder his movements in anyway. His large bronze head is always held high, and with his height, it makes it easier to find him in a crowd. His large wings are usually kept at least a foot away from his muscular body. His wings are probably the most muscular part of him, after all, he needs those strong muscles to keep him in the air. It might not look like it, but Stallorth actually has a lot of stamina, and is almost always training, which means that his hide is usually pretty dirty.

Stallorth’s hide has faded with his age, but not so much that you can’t tell that he is still a solid bronze in color. He now has the scars from Threadfall, but not many people get to see them since the only time he really makes an appearance in the Weyr anymore is when he leaves his couch to go feed. The only places this large male finds much comfort now is in his own rider, and Inoria, His’ young child. He still takes baths, but since he no longer trains as much as he used to, his hide hardly gets dirty. So there is little reason for this large male to leave his couch, and so far, he has yet to really join a Flight. Oh don’t get him wrong, he still flies, but not with the ferocity that he used to show during all flights. Instead he now takes a backseat to the younger males, and doesn’t really stay in the Flight for very long.

Personality:
He is a very charming dragon, and despite his large size he is actually really gentle. He can be very much like his rider in the fact that he is possessive, protective, loyal, trustworthy, and very proud. He has the problem of being a little over protective, hence why a lot of people say he is possessive, which is completely true really. He doesn't like to share, he especially doesn't like to share his mate, and will drive just about any other dragon male away from her, but he has gotten better at holding back that urge. Just like T'rian, Stallorth would gladly give up his life for the safety, and well-being of his Weyr, and everyone in it. Just don't expect him to jump every time someone has a problem. He might be possessive, but he is even more loyal. He is a very trustworthy dragon, and once you gain that trust, he will be the most loyal dragon you ever meet. Well, that's what he would tell you.

Stallorth is probably more energetic than you would think. He really hates to just sit around, and do nothing all day. Instead he would rather be out training, or doing something fun. Everything that Stallorth does, he does with pride. Everything from the way he holds his head, to the way he moves his tail. Though, he does have a slight temper, and can be quite mean when he's upset...actually he can be just down right evil. Though, he doesn't really get upset very often. He takes great pride in his ability to stay calm where T'rian would actually get extremely upset. You could say that he is the voice of reason out of the two of them.

Again, that is the way he used to be, a lot of this large male’s problem is that he is being influenced more strongly by his rider’s feelings than his own. Once T’rian snaps out of his current state, this large male is liable to go back to the way he used to be, though there would be one major change. Stallorth would be a lot more careful now than he used to be, after all, having Threadscore scares is a very good reminder of what happens when you charge head first into something without properly thinking it through beforehand. Well, that and he would probably be a lot happier than he used to be, and would most likely spend more time playing around than training. After all, you only get one life, so why not enjoy it while you can? But that doesn’t mean he won’t help His help the Rebellion, after all, some of his own children have joined them.

Now that things have settled down a bit, Stallorth has started to return to his old ways, but there is still that part of him that makes him think twice about things that might have potential to go wrong. He is more willing to go out of his way to help the young of the Weyr than he used to be, now that he cherishes life more than ever.

Mind-Voice:
I am Stallorth, this T'rianMine.
Stallorth's voice is strong, clear, and deep. His voice is like a crystal clear spring, it is beautiful, yet masculine deep all at the same time. It is strong, and commands attention, well, it doesn't really command much of anything from golds, but it does sound pretty good.