Wingsecond B'then on Bronze Gometh

Player Name: Fox Treymayne

Persona's Name: B'then
Age: 29
Rank: Wingsecond

Description: B'then's first impression on everyone he meets is his height. He's an intimidating and rarely seen 7'2". Though lanky in his youth, he's filled out with hard, lean muscles from his dragonriding experience. He's much stronger than he looks. B'then's hair is very *very* curly and longer than a typical bronzeriders, reaching to about his shoulders. It's a crazy mix of dark brown, light brown, and blonde with the occasional black streak. He generally keeps it tied back at the nape of his neck. He has a friendly, very handsome face, light charming gray eyes, and long eye lashes. His complexion is very tan, but hardly wrinkled for all it's exposure to the sun. His preferred clothing is light sleeveless shirts of any color, tough, wher hide pants, and thick soled boots.

Personality: B'then's only regular company and confidants is his dragon and his flit. He generally keeps to himself but can always be depended upon when work is needed to be done. When he does have conversations, it's most with other riders with the same calm persuasions as himself. He's had his heart broken once, painfully, and has a somewhat difficult time opening up to women.

Gender/preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Brethen was the only son his mother and father ever bore. He was born strange looking, and stayed that way. He had one young sister that died shortly after she was born by complications unknown. His parents were constantly busy with other matters, so busy they could not bother with their son, the freak. Both were Master tanners at High Reaches. So Brethen was left to his own devices. He tried to stay out of the way of everyone, mostly keeping the Headwoman company while she was busy doing her chores and helping to stalk the storerooms. Shortly after he turned nine years old, his mother came down with an illness that had begun to spread through the hold. She became bedridden and died shortly after. Soon Brethen's father came down with the same deadly disease, though it took him much quicker. The Headwoman, who had grown fond of the small strange orphaned creature, adopted him. Though still quiet and estranged from other kids his own age, he became decidedly happier living with his new mother. Together they visited the beds of the dying hold members as the epidemic took hold, and slowly killed itself out. When a Master Healer stopped into the hold to tally and record deaths and other illnesses, he was also looking for possible apprentices for the hall. Brethen showed major talent with the storerooms, how to mix certain medicines, and calm the sick. The now quickly growing young man was sent to the Healer Hall for training. With no companions or want of doing anything else, he completed his lessons and achieved his Journeyman's rank astonishingly quick. His soft words and long deft hands soothed the aching and aided the sickly. During his apprenticeship, Brethen was sent to attend the young Heir to Telgar hold. His ability to calm and soothe was needed since the young man needed to undergo surgery to remove his inflamed appendix. Several days after the tricky emergency surgery, Brethen had made a new friend and close confidant. As thanks, the Lord wrote to the Southern Weyrs and was soon sent a clutch of firelizard eggs. Brethen took his pick gratefully, and Impressed a tiny, absent-minded, but very loving green. The two were quick companions. When Brethen turned eighteen, shortly after he'd walked the tables, he was sent with his Master to High Reaches Weyr, where it appeared another epidemic had begun. While calming dragonriders and often dragons, a hatching surprised the Weyr. The queen's thrum filled every cavern to announce the arrival of her children. Brethen was allowed to attend from up in the stands. But the plague had taken a good deal of the candidates as well. Riders were pulling young men and women out of the woodwork to stand for the clutch in attempt to prevent a terrible disaster. As Brethen tried to make his way up the steps to the stands, he was pulled onto the Hatching Grounds by the head of a large blue. He was about to protest when something small and wet took out his legs and he fell on his face in the hot sand. He raised his head and sand covered face to meet the rainbow eyes of a long legged bronze dragonet. {{I'm Gometh!}} He informed B'then sternly, and helped to pull the new Weyrling to his feet. The pair made it easily through Weyrling Training. They made an impeccable pair. It was rumored B'then was trying to grow into his bronze, as the dragonet became longer, and taller than any of his brothers. Several years after B'then and Gometh graduated, the Junior queen of High Reaches, Belleth, flew to mate. Gometh rose to the challenge. Though all bets were against him since he was competing against seasoned bronzes, he caught her with deft of wing. Gometh and the young queen established a companionable partnership, but never really became mates. While B'then and the Junior Weyrwoman, Drealain, fell deeply in love, even having a son a year after Belleth's flight . Gometh caught the young queen many times more. The last time Belleth flew, however, an older bronze caught the lusting gold. B'then and Drealain had not planned for such an event. B'then was muscled aside by the older rider and Drea had been in no position to argue. Belleth and the older bronze became fast mates as well, resenting the young bronze rider and Junior Weyrwoman's love. When a fight nearly began between B'then and the triumphant older bronzerider, Drealain and he agreed things were getting out of hand. B'then requested a transfer to the next Weyr in need of riders, and was assigned to Mountain Song Weyr.

Pets:

Name: Tik 
Species: Flit 
Color: Green 
Age: 16 
Description: Very small and roly-poly. Best described as positively cute. She's a bit smaller than most females. Her hide is a dark green with under-shades of violet. Though very loving and totally devoted to her Pet, Tik has no exceptional intelligence to speak of. B'then only gives her messages to send if they are in the same hallway, and still there is no guarantee it will ever be received.

Crafter: Yes (formerly)
Craft: Healer
Craft Rank: Jr. Journeyman
Specialties: Mixing Medicines/ Comforting the ill

Dragon's Name: Gometh
Color: Bronze
Age: 11
Description: Gometh's body is very thin and whip-like, lanky almost. He's much taller than average in the shoulders. His body is long with a long neck and tail to complete. His wings are a little over-large for his body, very angular and thin, but it hasn't effected his flight except for increasing his agility. His hide is dark black-bronze with dark, shiny gold swirls on his wings. He has several score scars on his shoulders and tail, but nothing too serious.

Personality: Gometh prefers to be commanding. He wants to know what is going on where, who's there, and why. He spent five years as a Wingleader and for good reason. Social wise he has a habit of being wry but like-able among the other dragons, mostly sticking to bronzes and browns as companions.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Gometh's body shape allows for him to have amazing agility and hidden strength. Though his stamina has suffered on several occasions, he's never been pulled out of Fall before. His long, thin wings have sometimes demonstrated to be a hindrance in Fall, which he has the scars to prove.