Rider D'romir on Bronze Gorath
Player Name: Aria
Persona's Name:
D'romir (Doromir) (DE-row-meer)
Age: 42 (11.12.4634)
Rank: Wingrider
Description: 6' 3'', 240lbs, almost entirely muscle. Solidly built, with broad shoulders. His hair is a deep auburn reddish-brown, not the orange normally expected with red-heads, with just a couple of silvered hairs starting to peak through. His skin is lightly tanned from spending much of his time out-of-doors. His eyes are dark blue, and occasionally sparkle with good humor. He normally wears browns, reds, blues, and black. D'romir walks with a slight limp in his left leg when tired, or in cold, wet weather, leftover from a bad crash and scoring during threadfall.
Personality: Serious about his duty, and utterly responsible, D'romir is friendly, and occasionally amusing, but only rarely loud or rowdy. His manners are impeccable most of the time, and he is always a gentleman with ladies. Once more carefree and light-hearted, life had dampened, though not yet killed, his spirit. Having gone through dark personal times, he came out on top, if not unscarred emotionally, mentally, and physically.
Gender/preference: Male, Heterosexual
History:
Born at Igen Weyr, he was the result of a green-flight. Only his mother was a brown-rider, and his father the rider of the green. He was apprenticed out to the Starsmith hall, where he was Searched at the age of fourteen, and Impressed at Ista a year later to a bronze named Gorath. When he was twenty, they were transferred to Fort Weyr. A couple of years later, Gorath caught Sparleth, a young Junior Queen, in her first flight. Her rider, Lyla, and D'romir became bed-mates, and D'romir found himself falling for the spirited goldrider. Gorath did not catch Sparleth on her second flight, missing by only a fraction of a second, but caught her the third time, and every time after that. Lyla and D'romir never became weyr-mates, though they remained good friends, and often bed-mates. D'romir eventually became a Wing Leader, and then Weyrling Master. Jovial and friendly, he was a favorite in the weyr, and not unlike other bronzeriders in that he enjoyed a good party and a drink as much as anyone else, though he was good about remaining in control of his own mental state.Sparleth became violently ill, though it was an isolated incident, and died. Lyla was unable to handle the pain of her dragon's death, taking the drought, even as D'romir hurried in, hoping to convince her to remain with him. She died in his arms. Then Gorath was badly injured, nearly killed, in threadfall. With the haunting image of Lyla dying in his arms replaying in his mind, and the pain of his dragon, D'romir took to drinking more in order to sleep. He spent every day tending his dragon as loyally and lovingly as he could, and his nights trying, and still sometimes failing, to fall into deep, dreamless sleep. His size gave him a good tolerance, and he had to drink more in order to sleep. Almost without trying, he grew dependent on drink to get him through the nights, and then it began to creep into his days. But he never let it interfere with his care of Gorath. As Gorath began to improve, D'romir began to sleep better, but his addiction still ate at him, especially as he tried to resume his former duties. Eventually, in an incident in which he was very publicly drunk in the dining hall, he was forced to talk to the healers. It did little good, but his friends began to keep an eye on him. It was an uphill battle, but he began to make progress, but more publicly than in reality. Finally, it was suggested that he and Gorath should go south when Gorath was well enough. The weather would be good for the Bronze, and a change of scene should help D'romir recover as well, as everything he saw would not remind him of Lyla.
The change of scene helped only a little, as
D'romir found himself clashing with Healer Vishaun in their sessions. Several
events came close to pushing him over the edge - including forcing Vishaun herself
into sex during a flight which Gorath lost- however, and when D'romir and Gorath
crashed violently during thread fall, D'romir was pushed too far. Gorath was
unconscious, and in a coma, for several days, while D'romir's leg had been bound
and healed very slowly, even as the bones mended, the muscle damage from thread-score
was severe. The same day he was capable of hobbling about on his own, the Weyrling
Master posted a need for assistants. Grounded, and possibly about to lose Gorath
forever, D'romir retreated to his weyr and proceeded to drown himself in sorrows
and drink. The flit he had at the time - later eaten by a wild feline - panicked,
and went for help, happening to run into the current Weyrling Master, who came
to D'romir's aid. After D'romir sobered up again, and got past the hangover
-and a painful discussion with Vishaun- he interviewed with the Weyrling Master,
and was chosen to help assist teaching one of the classes, who were not yet
ready for flight, and so did not require a flight-ready pair to instruct them.
D'romir's outlook improved at once, as Gorath had come out of his coma, and
was beginning to recover. The pair's recovery was slow, but steady, with Gorath's
wing in a sling for months, his side still nastily scored, but they were survivors.
It was nearly a full turn before D'romir regained full use of his own badly
injured leg, though he always had a limp afterwards that faded only slightly
with time.
After a couple of turns at Southern Weyr, D'romir was asked to return to Fort
and take up his position as Weyrling Master again, which he more than willingly
accepted. He remained at Fort, training several riders in how to be a proper
Weyrling Master so that Fort had a plethora of riders capable of training their
newest members. After several turns, D'romir was no longer entirely necessary,
and ready for a little more time off, and to go where he was more needed. So
once he felt he could go, he transferred down to Mountain Song.
Life was good at Mountain Song, until Riyasara, a former student of his who
had always had a crush on him, transferred down. When her green flew, they ended
up in bed together, and she concieved a child. For D'romir, this presented some
discomfort, since she had been his student, and was one of the few who remembered
him in the days before, and directly after, Lyla's death. Still, D'romir did
his best to form a friendship with her. They bedded one other time, and he began
to feel as though he might have feelings for her. But after a scare, where Riya
feared a miscarriage -she'd had one before- D'romir began to doubt. He was also
beginning to feel his age. She was a former *student* of his after all. Then,
Gorath caught Senya's green Gretalith in a flight, and D'romir found a new bed-partner.
Senya was willing, though not interested in being permanent mates, and D'romir
found the prospect of just casual lovers on a friendly basis very appealing.
No complications! Couple with this, he'd started drinking again. Not heavily.
Just socially, enjoying a feeling of a return to normalcy - and in some ways,
youth - in a complicated personal time. On top of all this, the Weyrling Master
was injured, and D'romir asked to take his place, at least temporarily, because
of all his former experience.
Then, Riya gave birth to their son. D'romir was there, and was gratified to
see that he *did* have a fine healthy son, no matter who it was with, whom he
defended when Riya's sister, the Lady of Barione, tried to insist she be allowed
to foster and raise. Despite his awkward relationship with Riya, D'romir had
no intention of letting either her, or his son, get pushed around by, or anywhere
near that woman.
Over the months, they drifted apart. D'romir couldn't figure out his feelings,
and eventually ended up in a pleasant friendship-with-perks with Greenrider
Senya. Neither of them considers it anything serious, but they both enjoy it.
Pets:
Name: Glacier
Species: Wher
Color: Blue
Age: 1
Description: Very bright blue near his feet that lightens to near white along
his spine and all over his face. Excitable, but relaxed when things are calm.
Fairly independent, he doesn't usually follow D'romir around.
Crafter: Yes (formerly)
Craft: Starcraft
Craft Rank: Journeyman
Dragon's Name: Gorath
Color: Bronze
Age: 27
Description: A solid
antique bronze in color, flecked with a darker bronze across his neck, wings,
and tail. Gorath was one of those who caught the plague, and fought it as well
as any dragon could. It came upon him slowly, and so he lingered for a long
while. He refused to give up, and held on long enough to receive the vaccine
when it arrived at Fort. Strong and in the prime of life, he recovered quickly.
His built is solid, and muscular. Broader than some bronzes, though of average
size. He is still regaining weight lost during the plague.
Personality: Friendly and flirty with females, a bit of a prankster, but more somber these days, and supportive of his rider. A survivor, and a pragmatist.
Strengths/Weaknesses: His build gives him stamina in a flight, or while fighting thread, but also makes his turns slightly slower.