Rider Dr'den on Green Rhiannoth

Player: T'star

Name: Dr'den
Age: 29 (3.04)
Rank: Wingrider

Description: The first impression of this man is that of sheer mass. He towers easily too tall for many a doorframe and too broad as well for narrow passages. A shock of chestnut brown hair tumbles like bearish fur over his head, falling just short of the bushy eyebrows. Soft velvet brown eyes, the color of dark chocolate are set just a little to widely for even his broad face. Naturally nutmeg complexion is depend to a pale bronze coating, as if by sun or great heat, as if he'd been tossed in an oven and baked. His shoulders slope slightly under their own weight,
though seem no wise burdened or stooped. His barrel chest, once more bearish in its girth tapers to a narrower waist, there is relatively little flab about his frame, powerful legs support his massive frame almost negligently. Only his hands contrast the sheer weight of his frame. The broad palms spread to he expected girth, then to startlingly long, comparatively slender fingers, calloused and rough as the rest of him

Personality: Dr’den is at once simple and complex. He is very simple to deal with, and has been accused of being simple in thought as well, as so many large men are (accused of). On the surface he is extremely strait forward, calm and gruff to the people around him. Pulling his share of the load and expecting others to do the same. He will drop a word or a hint if others show a habit of slacking, the tone altering with whomever he is reminding. Dealing with a very tiny green has given him a delicacy of touch that he does not consciously realize he possesses. Beneath the surface things convolute slightly, there is a strength of will to match the strength of body, though it is glossed over and wrapped in velvet calm, to keep from cutting those around it, or crushing them if he demands too much. There is also uncertainty. Drayden knows he is a big man, and stronger than he often realizes. He keeps his temper under rigid control lest he loose it and again do damage to those around him. This relentless self control has provided a shell of calm and confidence he presents to the world, and for the most part that is accurate; however, while he is extremely slow to anger, when his temper does break, it tends to seethe in a cold rage that reveals an equally ruthlessly controlled cruel streak.

Gender/Preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Born to a pair of guards at Southern hold, Drayden was introduced to what would later become his passion at a very young age: Swords,
daggers, and other sharp pointy objects. As soon as he was old enough to be of assistance, and being a tall, gangly child that was earlier than some. He was carting water for the guards in their practices, and cajoling lessons out of them if they, and he had time (and sometimes when neither applied.) It was long assumed he would eventually join the guards himself. 

As he grew, mostly upwards, another interest sparked in him, when he wandered into the smith's area at about 10, told to start helping /them/ as well, as the guards didn't need quite the time he was spending with them. The glow of the forge and hot iron attracted him as much as the ring of sword play, and he began to split what little free time he had between the two places. At thirteen, already far too tall for his age, though gangly without the bulk he would later develop, he chose his career, the call of the forge dominating the ring of the blade by a bare margin indeed. 

As he plied his trade he found a balance between the two loves and began to specialize in crafting weapons as soon as they let him. Pride refused, however, to let his skill in other areas of smith crafting fall off too greatly behind the aspect he loved, so he tempered his exuberance and endeavored to master all aspects of the craft. He is a metal smith first and foremost, his skill with wood is markedly less great, though he is competent, the same with glass work, he leaves anything beyond the basics to others specializing in the area. 

His progression through the ranks was ear marked as 'average,' even if his potential wasn't. He made Journeyman at the respectable age of 20 and was stationed at one of the outlying holds in the southern continent for several years. He was appreciated, and the guards appreciated his passion for their weapons. 

Drayden was stationed at Igen Weyr for his first posting. Only a few sevendays after his arrival there was a hatching, and Drayden eagerly attended. The smallest egg, ignored by everyone in the furor of the rest of the sizable clutch hatching, split quietly and the tiny little green didn’t get herself noticed until she started trying to climb into the stands. Drayden had found himself down near the front, wedged in between a skinny farmer journeyman and a fat old aunty who eyed him balefully as if he were taking up too much space.

But Drayden had seen the green. The little dragon’s behavior puzzled him and he stood up, which pleased the fat aunty no end. The little green seemed to veer in his direction, though he thought he was imagining things at the time. Then a plaintive, but rich voice spoke in his head. {{I can’t get to you... why can’t I get to you? I am Rhiannoth.}}

It took a little while to straiten out the confused smith, but training then began, and he threw himself into it with all the passion he’d put into his
smithing. He didn’t entirely give up his first love, but at first snatching time for that passion was difficult. There was some concern over the smallness of Rhiannoth, though she was perfectly healthy and well proportioned for a green. It was feared that she wouldn’t be able to fly with Dr’den’s massive form; however, barring a few slow downs on the manned flight, she managed quite well, though she would never make an efficient transport dragon.

The pair were good, solid riders distinguishing themselves only for a knack of catching the tricky clumps, or the tattered remains that frequently went unnoticed. That and Dr’den’s penchant for attracting greens, for 4 turns into his time as a rider he some how managed to acquire 2 green whers from the same clutch. Not /entire/y his fault. They both hatched before he could pass one off to the friend he had intended it for. They had both hatched with equally vicious tempers.

Apart from his whers occasionally deciding his ankles were food, Dr’den’s life settled back into a normal pattern. Then when the call came out for riders to go to the new southern venture, Mountain Song, he sighed up, more than eager to head back to southern continent.

Pets:Name: Spitfire
Species: wher
Color: Green
Age: 4
Desc: Pale, pale green covers this tiny, whipcord slender, wher’s body. There is little variation over neck, ridges and back. Her lashlike tail pales to an almost silver shade at the very tip. The only exception to the smooth paleness is the rich hunter green of her wingsails. Short and stubby as they are, they still make seemingly a partial cape of dark velvet.
Personality: Spitfire is as her name implies. She may be small but she has a temper to match and take on anything four times her size... as evidenced by the number of times she’s growled at Rhiannoth. She hasn’t won such a growling match yet... but she’s certainly tried! She’s learned some discipline over the years. The Leash was something she learned to fear, neither she nor her sister were overly fond of being restricted. And Dr’den is large enough to pick both of them up, one under each arm if needs be.

Name: Her Majesty
Species: wher
Color: Green
Age: 4
Desc: Regal emerald forms the base for this substantial green Wher. Her well defined headridges lend a regal aire to her impressive frame. Rich
absinthe flows over her wings flecked with seafoam, making them seem almost to glitter when the light catches them right. To stubby to fly, at least they look good, in her opinion at least. The rest of her body is the same gem-tone green down to the burnished tip of her too-long tail.
Personality: She was named ‘Her Majesty’ for a reason. Or more accurately she was named ‘Her Imperious Majesty, Lady to Pern’ in sarcasm, and the name stuck. It was simply so appropriate. However that mouthful was quickly shortened to ‘Her Majesty’. She acts it. She owns the world and all its creatures (including dragons, whers, and flits of any color, on top of all two legged types) are there spacifically for her enjoyment, use, abuse, and dinner. Whichever happens to appeal to her more at the time. Dr’den has taught her some discipline even as he taught Spitfire.

Name: Bounce
Species: firelizard
Color: Green
Age: less than one year
Desc: Bright pure unadulterated green coats the stocky frame of this little firelizard. Her head is slightly heavy but perfectly built, just seeming at odds with the sinuous neck. Her body is on the stocky end, wings long and broad, adding to the solid appearance, though she’s no wise fat. Her tail, however, is far too long for her short little body, the same pure green as the rest of her it sweeps out behind her like a lash.
Personality: Energy! Pure unadulterated energy. She’s smart for a green, but sometimes it’s hard to tell. Unless she’s given a specific task she’s all over the place, rabid with curiosity and a tendency to bounce in every motion, which is what earned her, her name. Fortunately she’s also a good natured little thing.

Crafter: Yes
Craft: Smith
Rank: Journeyman
Specialties: bladed objects

Dragon Name: Rhiannoth
Color: Green
Age: 9 (4.01)

Dragon Description: This green is tiny even for her color. Dark smooth jade sweeps over delicate head knobs, brilliant emerald highlights over her shoulders twining down her belly in a flame pattern, and licking back up over her svelte sides. Her falcon shaped wings curve back, spar and bone colored like the green depths of the ocean while the sails are the soft silvery/green hues of sea foam. The dark jade has lightened and blended with emerald over her petite haunches to an even, rich absinthe, which continues down her slender tail.

Dragon Personality: Rhiannoth is a very fluid green, mentally as well as physically. She has a love of music that must be seen to be believed, and she can sometimes be heard humming herself, in tune. She shifts moods evenly usually with relatively little warning. One moment she can be completely involved in whatever the harpers are playing, then she’ll flow into any one of a dozen other unrelated emotions. For all that Rhiannoth is actually a stable green. When it comes down to business she’s completely professional, it’s just the rest of the time she becomes unpredictable.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Rhiannoth is tiny. One of the smallest greens on Pern, if not /the/ smallest to ever be born to a gold mother, she has an amazing agility that has to be seen to be believed. She’s stronger than might be expected, though this primarily comes from having such a huge rider to her slight frame. Still she has no where near the staying power, even of her larger green siblings.