Post by FireThorne on Jun 7, 2010 9:35:01 GMT -5
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Character Info
Name: E'riol (Eh-rye-ull)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingsecond
Family:
Father: Ederan (54)-Captain of the Guard at Telgar Hold. His rich, leather-brown hair has become predominantly grey in his age, but his body is as lean and fit as ever. He spends every day in the training ring, honing his skill and muscle, so as such he is a very apt swordsman. His stout green gaze is level and sharp, and he has very perceptive vision. There is little that he misses, for he has a trained eye. He is an honest, honorable man, and one worthy to be Captain. He is good to his men, and they respect him well. His knowledge of weaponry and fighting techniques is impressively vast. He is proud of all of his children except Areran, who is the black sheep of the family.
Mother: Ariol (49)- She is the daughter of a minor Cotholder, one beholden to Telgar, who traveled to the main hold one eve for Gather. It was there she met Ederan and fell in love, and since her family was neither wealthy nor well-connected, it was nothing her parents minded. Once wed, she became an auntie for the Hold children and spent her days caring for young ones of the soldiers while they trained. Most of their mothers were drudges, so they had no one to watch them during the daylight hours. Her pretty black hair is now peppered, but her blue eyes betray her good humor. She is a good woman, and a good mother.
Elder Brother: Edol (38)- Guard of Telgar Hold. He takes his father’s looks, but his mother’s good humor and overall cool outlook on life. Following in the footsteps of his sire, Edol is a soldier under Ederan’s command and devotes his life to protecting others. He is a good man at heart, respectable and honest, and holds an acute distaste for his brother Areran. He is married to a weaver at Telgar, a lady by the name of Prell, and has two boys, Edrell and Elldol.
Elder Sister: Arian (37)- She has definitely inherited her mother’s hair, long, thick and coal-black hair, but her pretty green eyes are her father’s. She had planned to be a nanny, like her mother, but she fell for a resident smithcrafter and married him, and then later moved to Benden when he was promoted to Journeyman.
Elder Brother: Areran (34)- A man who has his father’s muscle but lacks his skill with a sword, Areran devoted himself to the Beastcraft. He will never be a master, but he does aid the resident Crafter at Telgar and makes a good living. Although his tanned, muscular body and wavy black hair has attracted more than a few females, he has taken no lady for his own. He has, however, had plenty in his bed. He is pretty much a jerk, and everyone one swears he likes having sex more than breathing. He swings both ways as well, and has enjoyed the attentions of men just as much as women. He has gotten a fair few drudges knocked up….but he doesn’t visit his children much. He is the black sheep of the family.
Younger Brother: Arderol (26)- A Guard of Telgar Hold. So close to being a clone of Edol it is scary, Arderol takes after his older brother in many ways. Dedicating himself to being a soldier, he trains relentlessly in order to become stronger and more skilled every day. With his mother’s looks and a nearly boyish face, he works hard to belie his feminine appearance with hard muscle. His good nature is accented by a streak of stubbornness and hard will that shows he has more of Ederan in him than his prettyboy looks would hint at. He is courting a lady right now, Renai, also a weaver at Telgar alongside Prell.
Younger Sister: Edeliol (22)- A cook at Telgar Hold, she takes after her father in appearance, holding his brown hair and green eyes, though she inherited her mother’s pretty face. She is a cheerful girl, rather amiable, and actually enjoys cooking. She was wed at a young age, even for a drudge girl, to one of Fort’s resident farmers, and Edeliol loves him dearly. She has two children with her husband Feran, a boy named Fedan and a girl named Fel.
Other:: There is no delicate way to put it. E’riol has gotten some women pregnant in his time, but they were all greenriders, and they never carried to term. Betweening makes it nearly impossible for a greenrider to have a child, and so he has no daughter or son to fawn over. Since he devotes much of his time to his duties, the bronzerider has never really pursued any romantics, and the only greenriders he knocked up can be attributed to Caidenth’s thrill of the Chase.
Appearance: This bronzerider's frame is a testament to the way he was raised, a tall form that states very calmly he can more than handle himself. A face with a strong jaw is accented by a roman nose that does not really take away from his good looks, with lips that are thin enough for a man. He looks hard, like he has seen his share of ugly and terrible things, and has only been made stronger by it. Yet for all the foreboding harshness of his figure, the angled and sturdy lines that form his body, he is still one to be called handsome. E'riol's attractiveness also lies in his capable appearance; his whole physique screams he is a man that you can count on. He holds no softness in his body, every muscle, joint, and tendon hard, straight, and unyielding. Much like his personality, there is no give to him; one look will tell you that. A blessed height of 6'2" is worn well with pure, lean muscle that is prominent, but far from burly or bulky. Wide shoulders and slim hips are the result of long hours of good, hard work and a gift of birth. Overall, he looks as a bronzer should; strong and able.
E'riol's eyes are dark and sharp, a strength to those fathomless orbs to match his character. His intense gaze is very perceptive and keen, and when he looks at you, you can feel the passion behind his stare. He has a devotion to his work and his weyr, which is reflected so clearly in his burning eyes. They are blue, but not just a blue, they are a cold cobalt, like a frosty winter morning overhung with swirling clouds. His hair, like so many dragonriders, is short and practical. Hair should not be in the way when flying. It is a rich mahogany brown, a rather pretty shade that reminds one of good leather. It is barely long enough to spike in an unruly fashion. He is also darkly tanned, and though not quite brown, he's close. From his arms to his chest, down to line of his breeches, he is tanned wonderfully evenly.
As a bronzerider, he has been pressured since Impression to set an example for others, and so he always appears cool and put-together. His clothes are fitted well and are always in good repair, just as his riding leathers. Besides the traditional wherhide boots that so many riders seem to favor, he is always seen in good, tough leathers that are cared for meticulously, and a clean, collared jerkin. He also favors tough wherhide jackets that fit his lean physique. E'riol is also always seen in thick, sturdy gloves, no matter how warm or cold it is outside; he feels naked without them. Although the wherhide pair are in good condition, you can tell they have been used extensively. He favors colors of white, black and the occasional blue or brown, but hardly anything lighter than that. You might find him wearing some other earth tone, like green or yellow rarely, but that's about the extent of it.
Besides his gloves, there is one other item that E’riol feels naked without, and that is the sword his father entrusted to him before he left. It is an armament of great worth, but the weapon was a farewell for a rider, not a simple gift to a child. The cost that lies within the blade is a great deal of marks, but the bronzer has kept the sword painstakingly carefully since the day he received it, so the gift's worth is not in vain. The blade is double-edged, his father's immaculate taste shown in the fine, tapered points of each edge, which gleam with a cold fire in the light. An elaborate crossguard consisting of two dragon heads curling on both sides separates the blade from the hilt, which is wrapped in extremely fine black leather. Small amber gems of great worth are set into the dragon's eyes, which match the gem that is set into the pommel. The scabbard is crafted from the same black leather that is wrapped about the hilt of the sword, and unadorned. He wears the weapon without fail each day, slung from his belt.
Personality: There are more than a few things that all bronzeriders seem to have in common, but nothing is a more frequent trait than that indisputable weyr pride. Like a mantle, it settled over E'riol's shoulders the moment Caidenth's eyes met with his, and he hasn't taken it off since. A fierce and potent devotion to his dragon and his calling burns within him, and so drives him to become stronger and stronger. This passion is not just for the Weyr that he calls home, Telgar, but for every weyr that covers Pern. Though, his loyalty is to her alone. She is the single home that he truly knows, and he has made some of his best mates there. If it came down between them and Telgar, his loyalty lies with her.
However, even though E’riol and Caidenth are driven to be amazing flyers, as are all members of Zahra Wing, they are not always pressed with flight patterns. Sometimes they are dwelling in the more mischievous endeavors; particularly when they are planning to play a trick on another Wing. He is a sharding good rider, really, but with the heart of jester. He loves to play pranks with a fellow Zahra rider. The bronzer is extremely good at covering his tracks, though, and it’s hard to pin anything on him. He enjoys life to it’s fullest, so though he is a talented dragonrider and good man, he would never make a leader. A second in command, oh yes, and he is brilliant at it, but never at the head of a wing. His impressive flying is a wonderful asset to his Wingleader, but his mischievousness and brash temper are best suited to aiding others rather than leading them.
The bronzerider knows no fear. His courage has been tested to the brink, and in pain or glory he is the same. He would take any chance he had to, and put himself in any danger if it was requested of him. In his opinion, and Caid's, life is cheap unless you make the most of it. There is no point in living if you cannot use your life for some better end than just a meaningless death. There is no purpose in just being alive, only in living. He and his bronze would rather go in a blaze of glory rather than die old and feeble. That is just the way they are, both man and dragon fully matched. And so, they are both brash and confident, acting on impulse perhaps a bit too much at times.
Lurking beneath that loyal, dedicated personality, however, is a surprisingly hot temper and a mischievous streak that simmers just beneath the surface. Though the bronzer works at keeping himself in check, his temper does at times get the better of him and he can erupt. One could call him rash, yet at the same time E'riol has a quick mind and can be extremely cunning. He is rather clever. He took to the life of the Zahra Wing rather well, and has actually had a hand in shaping their rather accurate reputation. He is wickedly thorny and has an eye and mind for elaborate tricks. When he and his wing are gathered together, it quite normally means that they are discussing flight patterns or sharing dragonlore, yet the other wings should not be fooled by their professional presentations; they could just as easily be planning an intricate deception. All riders of Zahra should be looked at with caution, for although they are undeniably incredible flyers and responsible men, they have a love of mischief that is not to be ignored.
Loyalty to his superiors is a trait that has been bred into the man, for his father held a firm belief in dedicating yourself to your leader. E’riol has and always will give his Weyrleaders and Wingleader the respect their positions deserve, even when he does not agree. However, do not expect him to meekly follow all of their commands. The bronzer believes in voicing his opinion, and will do so even if it might get some backlash. Zahra has the reputation of being wicked talented and professional, and he will always uphold that standing, however, so do not expect him to be rude. He won’t. Ever. He is also very restrained about his superiors, holding a tight rein on his rather unruly temper. They can berate him, criticize him, and he will stand stoically and take it, but he has to force himself, and I mean really force himself, to take it sitting down. He can do it when he wants to--he just does not enjoy it.
The bronzer’s hobbies include swordplay and collecting weapons, when he is not otherwise occupied with his duties or planning some trick, that is. E’riol enjoys testing his skill with a blade against others, and will never let a challenge go unanswered. Besides working in flight patterns, practicing his aerial maneuvers, and playing sly pranks with his wing, weaponry and the art of battle holds his interest. Upon the walls of his weyr hang armaments of all sorts, from many styles of swords and rapiers to bows and daggers. He has a penchant for the collection of rare weapons as well. However, his only true skill lies in the sword-he is a fair shot with the bow, and he is pretty accurate with throwing daggers, but his brother and father easily outshoot him. However, they nearly pale in comparison to his swordplay.
E’riol is a man that was born to ride-too strong to be anything else. Zahra fits he and Caidenth like a glove; clever and one fall of a wing.
History: Ederiol was the third son of Telgar’s Captain of the Guard, a boy with a promising future following in his father’s wake. He was brought up as a warrior from a young age, and Ederan was extremely proud of both he and his older brother, Edol. Since the elder son had eight years on him, Ederiol looked up to him and spent many hours practicing with him. Ederan looked on with a grin every afternoon as his sons sparred in the training field, using every minute of spare time they had before dinner was prepared. Though there was plenty to occupy a young boy with about the busy hold, neither he nor Edol held any interest outside of the sword. In their younger turns they had, naturally, played in the mud and pulled tricks like all little boys do, but at the age of twelve, in their respective turns, they had been taken under their father’s wing as soldiers. Though Ederiol was aware of another elder brother he had, Areran, he did not see the man much considering the rather low opinion the family had of the Beastcrafter. He was merely raised alongside Edol, both brothers sharpening their skills against each other.
As a few turns passed, bringing Ederiol to the age of fifteen and Edol to twenty-three, it soon became apparent that though younger he may be, Ederan’s third son was the best swordsman of their family. However, Edol’s skills were nothing to sneeze at either, considering he could best many of the guards his father commanded, and he was never jealous of his younger brother. A good-natured man, he was merely happy for the boy. Although, perhaps his far superior skill with the bow and throwing daggers had something to do with his amiable attitude. As two of the best guards, Ederan had deep plans laid for his sons, preparing Edol to become Captain after he retired. One turn later, Arderol reached the age of twelve, and was allowed to join his brothers in training. Though his face was undeniably feminine, and he suffered several jests because of it, the boy took to his lessons with vigor, applying himself wholeheartedly to best his prettyboy image. He, too, grew tall, strong and broad, even moreso than his brothers, with an impressive bulge of muscles on his arms and wide shoulders. The trio was rumored to be the best soldiers the guard had to offer, and the Captain’s pride grew for them. Although he was proud of his daughters as well, and wished them all the best, there is nothing that can match a man’s pride for his sons.
Two turns passed, and at the healthy age of eighteen Ederiol was a guard under his father and a skilled fighter. He, Edol and Arderol thought of nothing but swords and glory, but a glory of a different kind was about to change his life forever. Searched by a blue, encouraged by his family, he forsook the life of Guard to be taken to Telgar Weyr as a candidate. Though he spent a few sevendays as a mere candidate, put to chores and the like, he Impressed at the first hatching he stood at, and E’riol found a dangerous match in bronze Caidenth. The dragonet was very arrogant, but he was also a skilled flier, and they advanced well through their weyrling training. Their weyrling master easily recognized their aptitude, and so he pushed them and a few other bronzes he had spotted to excel more than the other riders.
Graduating, E’riol and Caidenth were recruited to Zahra Wing quickly, as the Wingleader had his eye on them through weyrling training. The Captain’s son found that his wing had a certain….reputation. And he liked it. His sharp, shrewd mind was a welcome addition to Zahra indeed, and it was not long until the newest bronzerider had helped build an even greater reputation for their wing. His pranks are practically legendary, and oh Faranth help you if you ever become the target.
E’riol and Caidenth flew with Zahra for five solid turns before being promoted to Wingthirds. They both had a drive and a passion, and had a need to be challenged. Their Wingleader easily saw their potential, and he would have promoted them earlier if they were not so young. One mere turn later, he promoted them to Seconds. The bronzerider took his new post very seriously and applied himself fully to his new rank, aiding his Wingleader with flight patterns and even crafting a few new practice drills to exercise the wing more fully. E’riol had no romantic flings of any sort through this time, though he had stolen a few kisses as a candidate. He was rather too devoted to his Wing and his pranks to harbor any sort of relationship, and it goes against his personality to have a one-night-stand.
Eventually, word came of a Gather that was occurring at Telgar to celebrate the Holder’s birthing day, and E’riol decided now would be a perfect time to visit his family and tell them about his new rank. Ederan was as proud of him as ever, of course, naturally pleased with the boy’s progress. His mother cried and kissed him, and Edan and Arderol could not pass up the chance to challenge him with the sword. However, even though they had continued to train under their father daily, E’riol had been careful to continue his sword practice, and easily bested the both of them. He entered several competitions at the Gather, including the sword-battle, and won fair number of marks. This is something he continues to this day, which explains how he came to own the many expensive and rare weapons that hang upon his Telgar walls.
Now, four turns later, E’riol still flies with Zahra as their Wingsecond, ever the incredible flier and wicked jester, and almost completely sane.
Dragon Info
Name: Caidenth (Kay-denth), rider calls him Caid
Age: 12 Turns
Color: Bronze
Appearance: An impressive size, Caidenth is not the largest bronze at Telgar, but he is fairly close. His proportions are set well for those of his color, and his body looks good. The dragon is very muscular, so he is strong enough to carry fairly heavy loads. He is not so built as to look stocky, though. His feet are large with big claws, though, so he has no trouble landing on rocky or narrow places. He is a beauty of a bronze.
Dark in color, Caid’s hide is deep enough to almost seem copper at times, blazing red when the sun strikes him just right. A black bronze covers his underbelly and his lower legs, leaving his feet almost completely black. Red wings with amber wingsails adds to his fiery appearance, and he almost looks ablaze in the orange setting sun. His wedge-shaped head is sleek and well-shaped, giving him an overall very handsome look.
Personality: Far more arrogant than his rider, Caidenth is the very epitome of a true bronze dragon. He is rather smug and can even be vain, considering he thinks himself so very handsome. He cannot understand why he has not flown a gold yet. He is sure to a fault and believes he can do anything, because he has been better than his wingmates all his life. He excelled in weyrling training, flew impressively enough to become a Third and then Second, and now he and His ride in one of those most talented wings in Telgar. He is also very ardent, and is fervent in what he believes. His temper is hot, though usually under control, but is the brash sort. The bronze can be grating at times, but he is still a good dragon. You just have to overlook his ego every now and then.
Still, despite his massive arrogance, Caid is a bronze that knows his duty and does it well. He has a fairly good memory, and he even recalls many human names for things his rider has said. He also remembers the first Flight he won, a green name Dymwynth, though he has purposefully forgotten the first he lost. The bronze also likes to flirt, and is far more amorous than His. Caidenth is rather talented one with the ladies, and is a smooth operator. Flattery, he knows very well, can get you everywhere with a female. He just has to test that on a gold now.
Caidenth is a good-humored bronze, though, and enjoys verbally jesting with his rider, or any dragon who is up to the task. He may be arrogant, but he isn’t stoic, in fact he would rather be talking or complimenting a gold than anything. He enjoys company, especially company that recognizes what a brilliant flier he is, and will perhaps even talk to someone other than His if they seem interesting enough.
History: The bronze burst his shell, flapping his ungainly wings quickly to discard the small pieces of egg that clung to his hide. Snorting, the dragonet strode forward, his head held high and his steps sure. Though he was far from graceful, he was arrogant, and pushed aside any other that got in his way. Aside. I must find Mine. He said stoutly, standing before the candidates and eyeing them critically.
Everyone was surprised with a bronze so early in the hatching. That was a good sign, they agreed, and watched him with interest. He was a fairly large fellow too, which did indeed bode well for the rest of the clutch. There were sure to be a few more to follow. E’riol, standing with a few other candidates he had gotten acquainted with, barely heard the chatter of the others. He vaguely understood that the small hatchling was a promise of a good clutch, but his cobalt eyes were for him alone.
He was very picky, that little bronze, and moved past countless boys. Hmph, not even close. Not you. You wish. Keep dreaming. Not nearly good enough. Pack it up, junior. He was rough with his dismissals; the candidates were lucky they were unable to hear his tirade. At last, he came to a stop before a tall, well-built form with a mind as quick, clever, and mischievous as his own. The dragonet hooked a claw through the bottom of the boy's robe, and yanked on the white cloth demandingly. When those cobalt eyes met his, a nearly perfect pair was formed. You are E'riol, rider of bronze Caidenth. Know that, and know it well.
Clutch: Gold Adeloth's 2nd by Bronze Sventh
Hatching Order: Third
Wing: Zahra Wing
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Character Info
Name: E'riol (Eh-rye-ull)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingsecond
Family:
Father: Ederan (54)-Captain of the Guard at Telgar Hold. His rich, leather-brown hair has become predominantly grey in his age, but his body is as lean and fit as ever. He spends every day in the training ring, honing his skill and muscle, so as such he is a very apt swordsman. His stout green gaze is level and sharp, and he has very perceptive vision. There is little that he misses, for he has a trained eye. He is an honest, honorable man, and one worthy to be Captain. He is good to his men, and they respect him well. His knowledge of weaponry and fighting techniques is impressively vast. He is proud of all of his children except Areran, who is the black sheep of the family.
Mother: Ariol (49)- She is the daughter of a minor Cotholder, one beholden to Telgar, who traveled to the main hold one eve for Gather. It was there she met Ederan and fell in love, and since her family was neither wealthy nor well-connected, it was nothing her parents minded. Once wed, she became an auntie for the Hold children and spent her days caring for young ones of the soldiers while they trained. Most of their mothers were drudges, so they had no one to watch them during the daylight hours. Her pretty black hair is now peppered, but her blue eyes betray her good humor. She is a good woman, and a good mother.
Elder Brother: Edol (38)- Guard of Telgar Hold. He takes his father’s looks, but his mother’s good humor and overall cool outlook on life. Following in the footsteps of his sire, Edol is a soldier under Ederan’s command and devotes his life to protecting others. He is a good man at heart, respectable and honest, and holds an acute distaste for his brother Areran. He is married to a weaver at Telgar, a lady by the name of Prell, and has two boys, Edrell and Elldol.
Elder Sister: Arian (37)- She has definitely inherited her mother’s hair, long, thick and coal-black hair, but her pretty green eyes are her father’s. She had planned to be a nanny, like her mother, but she fell for a resident smithcrafter and married him, and then later moved to Benden when he was promoted to Journeyman.
Elder Brother: Areran (34)- A man who has his father’s muscle but lacks his skill with a sword, Areran devoted himself to the Beastcraft. He will never be a master, but he does aid the resident Crafter at Telgar and makes a good living. Although his tanned, muscular body and wavy black hair has attracted more than a few females, he has taken no lady for his own. He has, however, had plenty in his bed. He is pretty much a jerk, and everyone one swears he likes having sex more than breathing. He swings both ways as well, and has enjoyed the attentions of men just as much as women. He has gotten a fair few drudges knocked up….but he doesn’t visit his children much. He is the black sheep of the family.
Younger Brother: Arderol (26)- A Guard of Telgar Hold. So close to being a clone of Edol it is scary, Arderol takes after his older brother in many ways. Dedicating himself to being a soldier, he trains relentlessly in order to become stronger and more skilled every day. With his mother’s looks and a nearly boyish face, he works hard to belie his feminine appearance with hard muscle. His good nature is accented by a streak of stubbornness and hard will that shows he has more of Ederan in him than his prettyboy looks would hint at. He is courting a lady right now, Renai, also a weaver at Telgar alongside Prell.
Younger Sister: Edeliol (22)- A cook at Telgar Hold, she takes after her father in appearance, holding his brown hair and green eyes, though she inherited her mother’s pretty face. She is a cheerful girl, rather amiable, and actually enjoys cooking. She was wed at a young age, even for a drudge girl, to one of Fort’s resident farmers, and Edeliol loves him dearly. She has two children with her husband Feran, a boy named Fedan and a girl named Fel.
Other:: There is no delicate way to put it. E’riol has gotten some women pregnant in his time, but they were all greenriders, and they never carried to term. Betweening makes it nearly impossible for a greenrider to have a child, and so he has no daughter or son to fawn over. Since he devotes much of his time to his duties, the bronzerider has never really pursued any romantics, and the only greenriders he knocked up can be attributed to Caidenth’s thrill of the Chase.
Appearance: This bronzerider's frame is a testament to the way he was raised, a tall form that states very calmly he can more than handle himself. A face with a strong jaw is accented by a roman nose that does not really take away from his good looks, with lips that are thin enough for a man. He looks hard, like he has seen his share of ugly and terrible things, and has only been made stronger by it. Yet for all the foreboding harshness of his figure, the angled and sturdy lines that form his body, he is still one to be called handsome. E'riol's attractiveness also lies in his capable appearance; his whole physique screams he is a man that you can count on. He holds no softness in his body, every muscle, joint, and tendon hard, straight, and unyielding. Much like his personality, there is no give to him; one look will tell you that. A blessed height of 6'2" is worn well with pure, lean muscle that is prominent, but far from burly or bulky. Wide shoulders and slim hips are the result of long hours of good, hard work and a gift of birth. Overall, he looks as a bronzer should; strong and able.
E'riol's eyes are dark and sharp, a strength to those fathomless orbs to match his character. His intense gaze is very perceptive and keen, and when he looks at you, you can feel the passion behind his stare. He has a devotion to his work and his weyr, which is reflected so clearly in his burning eyes. They are blue, but not just a blue, they are a cold cobalt, like a frosty winter morning overhung with swirling clouds. His hair, like so many dragonriders, is short and practical. Hair should not be in the way when flying. It is a rich mahogany brown, a rather pretty shade that reminds one of good leather. It is barely long enough to spike in an unruly fashion. He is also darkly tanned, and though not quite brown, he's close. From his arms to his chest, down to line of his breeches, he is tanned wonderfully evenly.
As a bronzerider, he has been pressured since Impression to set an example for others, and so he always appears cool and put-together. His clothes are fitted well and are always in good repair, just as his riding leathers. Besides the traditional wherhide boots that so many riders seem to favor, he is always seen in good, tough leathers that are cared for meticulously, and a clean, collared jerkin. He also favors tough wherhide jackets that fit his lean physique. E'riol is also always seen in thick, sturdy gloves, no matter how warm or cold it is outside; he feels naked without them. Although the wherhide pair are in good condition, you can tell they have been used extensively. He favors colors of white, black and the occasional blue or brown, but hardly anything lighter than that. You might find him wearing some other earth tone, like green or yellow rarely, but that's about the extent of it.
Besides his gloves, there is one other item that E’riol feels naked without, and that is the sword his father entrusted to him before he left. It is an armament of great worth, but the weapon was a farewell for a rider, not a simple gift to a child. The cost that lies within the blade is a great deal of marks, but the bronzer has kept the sword painstakingly carefully since the day he received it, so the gift's worth is not in vain. The blade is double-edged, his father's immaculate taste shown in the fine, tapered points of each edge, which gleam with a cold fire in the light. An elaborate crossguard consisting of two dragon heads curling on both sides separates the blade from the hilt, which is wrapped in extremely fine black leather. Small amber gems of great worth are set into the dragon's eyes, which match the gem that is set into the pommel. The scabbard is crafted from the same black leather that is wrapped about the hilt of the sword, and unadorned. He wears the weapon without fail each day, slung from his belt.
Personality: There are more than a few things that all bronzeriders seem to have in common, but nothing is a more frequent trait than that indisputable weyr pride. Like a mantle, it settled over E'riol's shoulders the moment Caidenth's eyes met with his, and he hasn't taken it off since. A fierce and potent devotion to his dragon and his calling burns within him, and so drives him to become stronger and stronger. This passion is not just for the Weyr that he calls home, Telgar, but for every weyr that covers Pern. Though, his loyalty is to her alone. She is the single home that he truly knows, and he has made some of his best mates there. If it came down between them and Telgar, his loyalty lies with her.
However, even though E’riol and Caidenth are driven to be amazing flyers, as are all members of Zahra Wing, they are not always pressed with flight patterns. Sometimes they are dwelling in the more mischievous endeavors; particularly when they are planning to play a trick on another Wing. He is a sharding good rider, really, but with the heart of jester. He loves to play pranks with a fellow Zahra rider. The bronzer is extremely good at covering his tracks, though, and it’s hard to pin anything on him. He enjoys life to it’s fullest, so though he is a talented dragonrider and good man, he would never make a leader. A second in command, oh yes, and he is brilliant at it, but never at the head of a wing. His impressive flying is a wonderful asset to his Wingleader, but his mischievousness and brash temper are best suited to aiding others rather than leading them.
The bronzerider knows no fear. His courage has been tested to the brink, and in pain or glory he is the same. He would take any chance he had to, and put himself in any danger if it was requested of him. In his opinion, and Caid's, life is cheap unless you make the most of it. There is no point in living if you cannot use your life for some better end than just a meaningless death. There is no purpose in just being alive, only in living. He and his bronze would rather go in a blaze of glory rather than die old and feeble. That is just the way they are, both man and dragon fully matched. And so, they are both brash and confident, acting on impulse perhaps a bit too much at times.
Lurking beneath that loyal, dedicated personality, however, is a surprisingly hot temper and a mischievous streak that simmers just beneath the surface. Though the bronzer works at keeping himself in check, his temper does at times get the better of him and he can erupt. One could call him rash, yet at the same time E'riol has a quick mind and can be extremely cunning. He is rather clever. He took to the life of the Zahra Wing rather well, and has actually had a hand in shaping their rather accurate reputation. He is wickedly thorny and has an eye and mind for elaborate tricks. When he and his wing are gathered together, it quite normally means that they are discussing flight patterns or sharing dragonlore, yet the other wings should not be fooled by their professional presentations; they could just as easily be planning an intricate deception. All riders of Zahra should be looked at with caution, for although they are undeniably incredible flyers and responsible men, they have a love of mischief that is not to be ignored.
Loyalty to his superiors is a trait that has been bred into the man, for his father held a firm belief in dedicating yourself to your leader. E’riol has and always will give his Weyrleaders and Wingleader the respect their positions deserve, even when he does not agree. However, do not expect him to meekly follow all of their commands. The bronzer believes in voicing his opinion, and will do so even if it might get some backlash. Zahra has the reputation of being wicked talented and professional, and he will always uphold that standing, however, so do not expect him to be rude. He won’t. Ever. He is also very restrained about his superiors, holding a tight rein on his rather unruly temper. They can berate him, criticize him, and he will stand stoically and take it, but he has to force himself, and I mean really force himself, to take it sitting down. He can do it when he wants to--he just does not enjoy it.
The bronzer’s hobbies include swordplay and collecting weapons, when he is not otherwise occupied with his duties or planning some trick, that is. E’riol enjoys testing his skill with a blade against others, and will never let a challenge go unanswered. Besides working in flight patterns, practicing his aerial maneuvers, and playing sly pranks with his wing, weaponry and the art of battle holds his interest. Upon the walls of his weyr hang armaments of all sorts, from many styles of swords and rapiers to bows and daggers. He has a penchant for the collection of rare weapons as well. However, his only true skill lies in the sword-he is a fair shot with the bow, and he is pretty accurate with throwing daggers, but his brother and father easily outshoot him. However, they nearly pale in comparison to his swordplay.
E’riol is a man that was born to ride-too strong to be anything else. Zahra fits he and Caidenth like a glove; clever and one fall of a wing.
History: Ederiol was the third son of Telgar’s Captain of the Guard, a boy with a promising future following in his father’s wake. He was brought up as a warrior from a young age, and Ederan was extremely proud of both he and his older brother, Edol. Since the elder son had eight years on him, Ederiol looked up to him and spent many hours practicing with him. Ederan looked on with a grin every afternoon as his sons sparred in the training field, using every minute of spare time they had before dinner was prepared. Though there was plenty to occupy a young boy with about the busy hold, neither he nor Edol held any interest outside of the sword. In their younger turns they had, naturally, played in the mud and pulled tricks like all little boys do, but at the age of twelve, in their respective turns, they had been taken under their father’s wing as soldiers. Though Ederiol was aware of another elder brother he had, Areran, he did not see the man much considering the rather low opinion the family had of the Beastcrafter. He was merely raised alongside Edol, both brothers sharpening their skills against each other.
As a few turns passed, bringing Ederiol to the age of fifteen and Edol to twenty-three, it soon became apparent that though younger he may be, Ederan’s third son was the best swordsman of their family. However, Edol’s skills were nothing to sneeze at either, considering he could best many of the guards his father commanded, and he was never jealous of his younger brother. A good-natured man, he was merely happy for the boy. Although, perhaps his far superior skill with the bow and throwing daggers had something to do with his amiable attitude. As two of the best guards, Ederan had deep plans laid for his sons, preparing Edol to become Captain after he retired. One turn later, Arderol reached the age of twelve, and was allowed to join his brothers in training. Though his face was undeniably feminine, and he suffered several jests because of it, the boy took to his lessons with vigor, applying himself wholeheartedly to best his prettyboy image. He, too, grew tall, strong and broad, even moreso than his brothers, with an impressive bulge of muscles on his arms and wide shoulders. The trio was rumored to be the best soldiers the guard had to offer, and the Captain’s pride grew for them. Although he was proud of his daughters as well, and wished them all the best, there is nothing that can match a man’s pride for his sons.
Two turns passed, and at the healthy age of eighteen Ederiol was a guard under his father and a skilled fighter. He, Edol and Arderol thought of nothing but swords and glory, but a glory of a different kind was about to change his life forever. Searched by a blue, encouraged by his family, he forsook the life of Guard to be taken to Telgar Weyr as a candidate. Though he spent a few sevendays as a mere candidate, put to chores and the like, he Impressed at the first hatching he stood at, and E’riol found a dangerous match in bronze Caidenth. The dragonet was very arrogant, but he was also a skilled flier, and they advanced well through their weyrling training. Their weyrling master easily recognized their aptitude, and so he pushed them and a few other bronzes he had spotted to excel more than the other riders.
Graduating, E’riol and Caidenth were recruited to Zahra Wing quickly, as the Wingleader had his eye on them through weyrling training. The Captain’s son found that his wing had a certain….reputation. And he liked it. His sharp, shrewd mind was a welcome addition to Zahra indeed, and it was not long until the newest bronzerider had helped build an even greater reputation for their wing. His pranks are practically legendary, and oh Faranth help you if you ever become the target.
E’riol and Caidenth flew with Zahra for five solid turns before being promoted to Wingthirds. They both had a drive and a passion, and had a need to be challenged. Their Wingleader easily saw their potential, and he would have promoted them earlier if they were not so young. One mere turn later, he promoted them to Seconds. The bronzerider took his new post very seriously and applied himself fully to his new rank, aiding his Wingleader with flight patterns and even crafting a few new practice drills to exercise the wing more fully. E’riol had no romantic flings of any sort through this time, though he had stolen a few kisses as a candidate. He was rather too devoted to his Wing and his pranks to harbor any sort of relationship, and it goes against his personality to have a one-night-stand.
Eventually, word came of a Gather that was occurring at Telgar to celebrate the Holder’s birthing day, and E’riol decided now would be a perfect time to visit his family and tell them about his new rank. Ederan was as proud of him as ever, of course, naturally pleased with the boy’s progress. His mother cried and kissed him, and Edan and Arderol could not pass up the chance to challenge him with the sword. However, even though they had continued to train under their father daily, E’riol had been careful to continue his sword practice, and easily bested the both of them. He entered several competitions at the Gather, including the sword-battle, and won fair number of marks. This is something he continues to this day, which explains how he came to own the many expensive and rare weapons that hang upon his Telgar walls.
Now, four turns later, E’riol still flies with Zahra as their Wingsecond, ever the incredible flier and wicked jester, and almost completely sane.
Dragon Info
Name: Caidenth (Kay-denth), rider calls him Caid
Age: 12 Turns
Color: Bronze
Appearance: An impressive size, Caidenth is not the largest bronze at Telgar, but he is fairly close. His proportions are set well for those of his color, and his body looks good. The dragon is very muscular, so he is strong enough to carry fairly heavy loads. He is not so built as to look stocky, though. His feet are large with big claws, though, so he has no trouble landing on rocky or narrow places. He is a beauty of a bronze.
Dark in color, Caid’s hide is deep enough to almost seem copper at times, blazing red when the sun strikes him just right. A black bronze covers his underbelly and his lower legs, leaving his feet almost completely black. Red wings with amber wingsails adds to his fiery appearance, and he almost looks ablaze in the orange setting sun. His wedge-shaped head is sleek and well-shaped, giving him an overall very handsome look.
Personality: Far more arrogant than his rider, Caidenth is the very epitome of a true bronze dragon. He is rather smug and can even be vain, considering he thinks himself so very handsome. He cannot understand why he has not flown a gold yet. He is sure to a fault and believes he can do anything, because he has been better than his wingmates all his life. He excelled in weyrling training, flew impressively enough to become a Third and then Second, and now he and His ride in one of those most talented wings in Telgar. He is also very ardent, and is fervent in what he believes. His temper is hot, though usually under control, but is the brash sort. The bronze can be grating at times, but he is still a good dragon. You just have to overlook his ego every now and then.
Still, despite his massive arrogance, Caid is a bronze that knows his duty and does it well. He has a fairly good memory, and he even recalls many human names for things his rider has said. He also remembers the first Flight he won, a green name Dymwynth, though he has purposefully forgotten the first he lost. The bronze also likes to flirt, and is far more amorous than His. Caidenth is rather talented one with the ladies, and is a smooth operator. Flattery, he knows very well, can get you everywhere with a female. He just has to test that on a gold now.
Caidenth is a good-humored bronze, though, and enjoys verbally jesting with his rider, or any dragon who is up to the task. He may be arrogant, but he isn’t stoic, in fact he would rather be talking or complimenting a gold than anything. He enjoys company, especially company that recognizes what a brilliant flier he is, and will perhaps even talk to someone other than His if they seem interesting enough.
History: The bronze burst his shell, flapping his ungainly wings quickly to discard the small pieces of egg that clung to his hide. Snorting, the dragonet strode forward, his head held high and his steps sure. Though he was far from graceful, he was arrogant, and pushed aside any other that got in his way. Aside. I must find Mine. He said stoutly, standing before the candidates and eyeing them critically.
Everyone was surprised with a bronze so early in the hatching. That was a good sign, they agreed, and watched him with interest. He was a fairly large fellow too, which did indeed bode well for the rest of the clutch. There were sure to be a few more to follow. E’riol, standing with a few other candidates he had gotten acquainted with, barely heard the chatter of the others. He vaguely understood that the small hatchling was a promise of a good clutch, but his cobalt eyes were for him alone.
He was very picky, that little bronze, and moved past countless boys. Hmph, not even close. Not you. You wish. Keep dreaming. Not nearly good enough. Pack it up, junior. He was rough with his dismissals; the candidates were lucky they were unable to hear his tirade. At last, he came to a stop before a tall, well-built form with a mind as quick, clever, and mischievous as his own. The dragonet hooked a claw through the bottom of the boy's robe, and yanked on the white cloth demandingly. When those cobalt eyes met his, a nearly perfect pair was formed. You are E'riol, rider of bronze Caidenth. Know that, and know it well.
Clutch: Gold Adeloth's 2nd by Bronze Sventh
Hatching Order: Third
Wing: Zahra Wing
