Rider J'yk on Bronze Quilith

Player Name: T'star

Persona's Name: J'yk
Age: 21 (04.15)
Rank: Bronzerider

Description: Ash blond hair is kept short cropped, neatly combed. His features are regular, and almost smoothly bland. His jaw line is squared off, but draws his face into long, droll lines. His eyes are a muddy hazel, that can’t seem to make up its mind what it wants to be. He is tall and broad shouldered but spare of frame, never quite having managed to fill out, leaving him looking somewhat unfinished...

Personality: Jayk isn’t the brightest boy out there. Not chronically stupid, just rather slow on the uptake with a few exceptions. He has a wealth of commonsense and patience, some people would claim that is from having to deal with his firebrand of a sister, they may be right. He has an instinctive sense of spatial relationships, theoretical mathematics is the bane on his existence, though give him a problem that’s situational and he is rarely wrong. He just cannot seem to wrap his mind around anything that he can’t put to a concrete situation. Hand him the math for a celestial progression equation and he is lost. Tell him ‘figure out where this constellation will be in relationship to that one in four days’ and he has no trouble. He is a very strait forward person. He does not do well with word games and double meanings, which means he tends to take everything very literally. Subtlety isn’t entirely lost on him, but it’s something he has to be specifically watching for to catch. His rather ponderous methods of thought have garnered him a reputation as being close to a half-wit, something he has never managed to disprove, for while he is not overly bright, he’s not cripplingly stupid either. Quilith would never put up with him otherwise!

Gender/preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Born to a pair of weavers at Telgar hold and Third out of five children Jayk was the calmest of the lot, his only sister (and the sibling immediately younger than he) was by far the most rambunctious. Because of the closeness of their ages (only two turns separated them), Jayk often found Miara to be his best and closest playmate, when she wasn’t trying to show him and their older brothers up.

Growing up he often found himself the peacemaker of the lot, helping keep his oldest brother from loosing his temper with Miara more than once. The second oldest boy was much more prone to stalking off when she managed to sting his pride. His parents encouraged the practice as, while it meant he got into more trouble, it meant /she/ got into less. 

Things progressed quite well until he was 13, Miara was 11, their oldest brother (18) was safely out of reach in the baker craft and just about finished with Journeyman requirements, the second oldest brother (16) was firmly entrenched in the beast craft, Jayk found himself apprenticed to the hold smith. Miara, of course, trailed after him. It did not last long, his affinity for spatial relationships caught his master’s attention and the smith started him on the basics of starsmithing, under one of the journeymen at the hold.

Shortly there after riders from Telgar rode on search and snagged the young starsmith up for the clutch, before his frustration with the theoretical drove him to distraction. His candidacy was mostly uneventful, the only disturbing parts the reports from home about how Miara was reacting to his absence and the trouble she was getting into. He had looked for her in the stands at the only to be disappointed. He was actually in the middle of watching the stands when a bronze head bumped up against him and demanded that he put his attention where it was /supposed/ to be, on
himself, Quilith.

Over the next two years J’yk was too busy to really worry heavily about his sister, though her constant transfers between crafts still worried him. He wrote her as often as he wrote his parents. Quilith, oddly enough, shared his innate ability with objects in space, and their precision, in spite of Quilith’s immense size, was unmatched by their class. Towards the end of his Weyrlinghood he received a letter from an excited Miara explaining about becoming a guard. With that worry out of the way, he settled back into weyr life with much more enthusiasm.

In Fall he and Quilith had an uncanny way of always being pointed in the right direction in the right place at the right time, nor did they ever foul up a formation. J’yk’s lack of initiative, however, lead to a great deal of reliance on his partner to push them forward. This concerned the weyrleaders to a degree, but as J’yk seemed content to be just a wingrider his lack of initiative and imagination was of little concern. Within the wing his lack of ‘drive’ was a subject more of heckling than anything else. Which drew only the comment, “I was made to fly not think.” It did little to stop the shaking heads and sad remarks that such a promising bronze had gone to such a dimglow.

When riders were being sent south to help form Mountain Song, J'yk surprised everyone by volunteering to go. He arrived at Mountain Song with few expectations, not realizing his sister was already there as a candidate. He cheered to see her impress green at the hatching that occurred not long after he arived.

Things went strangely from there, in his mind. After an epic flight by Monaryth, he was inexplicably made a wingleader, though D'star's 'warning' note made him wonder if he was being set up to fail. J'yk became certain of it when he was told that /he/, not D'star would be leading the second threadfall of D'star's tenure as Weyrleader. A wingleader for barely three days at that time he had serious doubts. The odd threadfalls that followed only raised those doubts even higher.

When second threadfall came around he had sent for Southern's help, the first odd threadfall in the south had cost them too much in the way of lives and injuries to manage alone. Successful though he was, J'yk still is very doubtful about D'star, feeling betrayed by a man who'd known him his /entire/ time as rider, and yet had set him up like this.

The primary bright spot in this whole scenario was the workouts with green rider Rania. The two hit it off quite well and the relationship evolved into a comfortable one, more than friends, but neither was the kind to go for the long term.

Pets: none

Dragon's Name: Quilith
Color: Bronze
Age: 8
Description: Dark bronze pools over the massive frame of this dragon, almost seeming to extend into black. A faint sheen over the surface, like  molten metal breaking through a sooty, tarnished crust, leaves no doubt that he is, indeed bronze. His wings brighten to a tarnished hue, seeming almost too narrow for his bulk. He is compactly efficient, every ounce has a purpose. He has no extra weight; however, none of that diminishes his sheer mass.

Personality: Quilith is a bold bronze, more than a touch on the arrogant side.  He’s also decidedly the brains of the J’yk/Quilith pair. However he has as much trouble with common sense as J’yk has with theoretical mathematics. He tends to formulate elaborate, logical strategies that
ignore basic common knowledge. Physically he has stamina in proportion to his size. His wings are narrow enough to keep him from being unwieldy in the air, though agility will never be his strong point.  His sense of spatial relationships, coupled with J’yk’s abilities in the same area lets him anticipate enough to make him seem quite agile, or possibly precognitive. A sprinter he will never be, but when it comes to precision, it would be difficult to find his equal. Unfortunately he also thinks most humans think like J’yk does, so he has something of a superiority complex. A very bright dragon with a slightly below average intelligence rider, who assumes his rider (being /his/ rider) is the epitome of human intelligence.