Destrian of Blue Occeth

Playername:  T'Star
Playeremail: bedlamandmayhem@gmail.com
PlayerIMs: zhKyrl

Charname: Destrian
Age: 19 5.5.2405
Rank: Weyrling, Medic

Description: His hair is dark and slightly curlly which makes it look shaggy on the top but the cut tapers shorter down to a neat, though not impecable look.  His features are angluar in the extreme, sharp corners from his nose to his jaw to his mouth.  His skin is naturally a honey brown, and is usually tanned several shades darker.  His eyes are a dark chocolate and set at very precise angles just a bit too far apart.  His build is likewise angular.  His muscles doing nothing to soften the angles his bones set.  He's bordering on stocky, broad shouldered but not /over/ muscled.  He is average height standing just under 6'1".

Personality:
Destrian is pragmatic.  Unlike many medics he does not differentiate his duties as a guard from his duties as a healer.  He is both.  He rarely wastes time with frivilous conversation, though sometimes what /he/ considers frivelous or doesn't consider frivelous doesn't match with anyone else's definition.  He has a philosophical bent that comes out from time to time.  He's usually quiet, prefering the background and doing his job to talking about it.

Gender/Sexual Preference: Male, Heterosexual
Dragon Sensitivity: 5 - Average Rider

History:
Destrian was born to a pair of guards at Delandri.  He had few siblings, his mother having trouble carying to term due to the rough nature of guard training.  Growing up he had avoided the more rough and tumble sports his age-mates were usually playing.  He liked swordwork, being quick inspite his bulk, but he spent as much time following the healers around and working with them.

His parents encouraged both persuits and no one was overly surprised when he opted for both fields.  As a medic he excelled, making journeyman at the early age of 15.  This didn't please everyone.  Several of his fellow guards didn't understand how he could so easily outstrip them when he was studying TWO fields, and refused to attribute it to natural hard work.  Destrian bore thier attitudes up to a point, but the strain started to get to him, so when Sybrelaeth laid what was to be her last clutch, he volunteered to stand for it.  Hoping for things to blow over.

To a degree they have, but not in the way he anticipated.  He wound up teaching several of the volunteers sword work and basic first aid.  He discovered a young drifter by the name of Chantal was a natural at both.  The two never quite got close enough to be called friends but there was a decent respect.  When she impressed gold the distance between them widened rather than shrinking.  When Sabrilaeth died, Destrian stayed on as a candidate, mostly to support Chantal and the rest of the candidates who remained, waiting for Lyrrath to get old enough.  Of all the candidates he worried least about Lyrrath's rising.  She would rise when she felt like it.

He watched the number of candidates dwindle, sticking through it all only because he had somehow become part of a core group, and he didn't want to be the first of that group to give in.  If he did, they probably all would, for they were all holding each other together.  He met Lyrrath's flight with a small amount of relief and little enough reaction.  When the new candidate master arived he took it in stride.  His only concern now is what the size of the clutch means... and what will become of Kaleb.  He had enough mindhealing to know the eldest of the candidates had given too much to handle dissapointment well, especially if he was not even alowed to stand.  Destrian has been quietly watching the situation, but is at a loss as to how to /do/ anything to help his oldest friend.  It's not a state he enjoys being in.

Craft
Craft: Guard
Rank: Medic
Specialties: First aid and imediate truama care.