C'lior ;; Serlanth

C'lior

Name: C'lior
Pronunciation: C - Lee - Or
Age: 28
Season Born In: Summer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:
C'lior is actually rather average in height, being at a steady 6'0", and with a lean, whipcord body-build that's more lean than it is muscled. But it's his sheer force of personality that makes him seem much larger and taller. His skin is very lightly tanned, though that is likely to fade as winter progresses. At thirty-five years of age, C'lior is edging towards the middle of his life, and so far, the turns have been kind to him and despite the stresses of dealing with the candidates, there's only a touch of grey in his hair, mostly at his temples. But other than that, could easily pass to be under thirty just from the structure of his face and fit condition he maintains himself in. His hands are heavily calloused from his work, showing that he's not afraid to help out with any work that needs to be done around the weyr. It's obvious that C'lior is strong physically, though he doesn't really seem it from a distance there is a definite roping of muscle around his shoulders and arms.

C'lior isn't a man who's appearance automatically gives girl's heart-palpations, but he does have a certain rugged charm that makes him much more handsome now in his later turns than he was when he was a younger man. His features are strong and clearly defined, with a strong, square jaw and a nose that was obviously broken rather badly when he was a younger boy and set badly to leave it healing more than slightly crooked. His eyes are an odd shade of brown, not quite black, with just a hint of a shade's difference. Though this difference is only possible to see when standing extremely close, other wise the change is imperceptible. C'lior is covered in small silvery scars from Threadfall, and has one outstanding one on his arm. The scar begins at the base of his neck and runs along his collarbone, down his arm and ends at the base of his fingers on the back of his hand. The scar isn't something that C'lior likes pointed out and when asked about it he'll simply say 'duty'.

His hair is dark, almost black and has just the hint of a wave in the strands, though it's kept relatively short considering he's a rider. It's long enough for him to run his hands through, but not much more than that. He walks with a confident, almost arrogant step and straight posture. He moves with the grace of a man who is used to moving quickly, to and from his dragon, and often is found in his riding gear.

Personality:
C'lior is a serious man who rarely smiles even a little bit, he's the type of man that will trade two words for five and will simply wait for a reply rather than engage in endless chatter. His seriousness extends to the factor that he rarely if ever smiles, and his laughter is as rare as a clutching Snow. He's a very reliable man, and will often go to great lengths to ensure a job it done correctly. He's very meticulous and would rather spend hours on a simple task and not have to do it again, rather than do it simply and constantly have to re-do the task. It is this sense of reliability and seriousness that earned him the rank of Candidate Master, even when other aspects might have failed him. C'lior is not a rash person, he'll think things through before he even thinks to make a decision, but he can make those decisions quickly if he needs to, he just likes the time to completely weigh up the problems so he can pick the least risky of any of the operations.

However, this sense of seriousness means that C'lior comes across as extremely controlled. He doesn't like to show his emotions, and likes to keep people at an arms length to make sure that he doesn't get hurt again. C'lior has a deep-seated fear of opening his heart up to people again, and thus tries to keep himself separate from even his candidates. He doesn't tend to lose this control, though the man underneath that control might have been one for quick, passionate emotion once, those he displays now are quieter and sadder. There are times when the emotion in his eyes is nothing less than the most agonising pain and loneliness, but these are few and far between, usually only shared with Serlanth.

In his attempts to come across as unemotional, C'lior comes across as strict and overbearing and is often thought to be the bane on every candidate's life. He's the type that comes across as an arrogant toerag, full of bluster and threats that he'll never come through on. That isn't true, for one he wasn't one to threaten without coming through with it, and the inner C'lior is one that is quite the softie, he wants to have close friends and cease the loneliness, but he can't trust that the world won't throw him another curve ball that might destroy him utterly. C'lior is very logical and analytical, he enjoys looking at facts and there's very little that he won't find a way to explain eventually.

Family: Elissa/Weyrmate/Harper/ Deceased
Ealinor / Son / Candidate / Deceased
Saki / Foster Mother
Location: Trelis
Rank: Assistant Candidate Master
Wing/Pack: Low Wing

History:
Carlenior was born to dragon rider parents, growing up in their image. All he ever wanted to be as a little boy was a rider, though he so little of both his parents. Instead he was raised by his foster mother Saki, who was kind and patient and adored him to pieces. Carlenior loved the older woman, as much as he supposed he might love his own mother. But he made the decision when he was very young that if he had children, then he would be a good father and make sure his children knew he loved them. He began Standing when he was eleven turns old, well before he was interested in girls, though he didn't Impress until much later. When he was twelve, a brown approached him rather calmly, nudging the boys hand with his nose and looking up adoringly.
C'liorMine. Your name was very complicated, so Serlanth made it simpler. I would like to eat, would that be alright?[/i] And so Weyrlinghood began.

C'lior does not look back on Weyrlinghood fondly, he found the turns of growing up with Serlanth to be painful and annoying, full of lessons and chores and girls that he wasn't allowed to be interested in now. Particularly a little harper girl who had none of the restrictions he did. She was quiet and pretty, not a candidate and two turns younger than him, and C'lior loved her almost from the moment he met her. She was shy, and C'lior found himself falling for her even though he couldn't pursue her romantically. Elissa was everything that C'lior could have hoped for in a partner, and the day that the ban on relationships was lifted he was relieved to find that the idea was met with nothing less than a beaming smile and a kiss. Had Joining been allowed for Riders, he would have married her then. Instead he stayed with her as often as possible, coming back from flights with a wary expression, only to have his mate laugh and reassure him that she still loved him, no matter what he did.

It wasn't until C'lior was seventeen that the first tragedy of his life struck him. When he was sixteen (poor young daddy), Elissa came to him, proudly saying she would be having his child. The entire pregnancy he fantasied about a little girl or boy that, true to his promise, he would attempt to raise. In the middle of a hard winter, Elissa gave birth, but died giving birth to her son, Ealinor. When Ealinor was two, C'lior was offered the position as Candidate Master, and despite struggling to keep tags on his son, he accepted the position. For many turns, life for C'lior was as happy as he supposed it could be with a gigantic hole where the love of one's life had been. Ealinor grew quickly and showed the same love for music that his mother had, along with her hair and smile, something C'lior treasured above everything else. Barely a few turns previously, when the rebels were at their strongest, Ealinor was taken. C'lior still blames himself for being too far away, too slow, too whatever to save him. He's been blaming himself endlessly. Uncaring for even the death of the queens or anything else concerning politics, he only knows that one day he is going to find his son, though he mourns his loss like he has died.

From then on - only a half a turn later -, Candidates have noticed a notable change in C'lior, he's a harder, sterner man that keeps to himself. A man that never smiles, but never cries.

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Name: Serlanth
Pronunciation: Sir - Lan - Th
Age: 16
Rank: Brown
Size: 46.00
Color Codes: #8B4513

Appearance:
Serlanth is a large brown at about 46 feet and imposes rather an intimidating figure, because he’s not just long but he’s bulky. Slablike muscles in his shoulders and hindquarters make him seem even bigger than he is. Serlanth, as a result, moves at a slow kind of lumbering pace on the ground – he’s not clumsy, but he’s certainly not springing around like a runner foal – and in the air tends to be a steady flier, and certainly not prone to some of the zippy manoeuvres of Greens and Blues. He's a steady, uniform shade of dark, leather brown, broken only by a slightly lighter patch over his eye.
Personality:
He’s a total grump and the majority of the time he either tolerates you or outright dislikes you. However, while he grumbles and slouches along like a sulky teenager, he actually likes and cares for “his family” – every eccentric inch of them. He picked C'lior because he saw a leader in the young man and Serlanth wanted to help make those qualities shine. He's quiet and withdrawn though, especially since the death of 'the hatchling' and rarely speaks to others when he can avoid it, simply because he doesn't want to tolerate them.

Serlanth is a strong character, with a stubborn streak a mile wide; when he has an idea in mind he plans, strategizes and takes action. He’s rarely inclined to let an idea go once its in his head, though he at least stops to think before he goes haring off. Serlanth can be affectionate, though this rarely strays beyond his little family, and he tends to merely tolerate the presence of others, and even then with much complaining in C'lior’s head. He doesn't tend to force his opinions on his rider, letting him do as he will and simply providing the support he may need.

Mind-Voice (If applicable):
I am always here for you.

• Soft spoken, gentle
  
• Firm, always decisive
  
• never uncertain