Rider Sh'ale on Blue Brineth

Player: Heather

Name: Sh'ale
Age: 26 (9.5)
Rank: Wingrider

Description: Dark complexion stretches over solidly ugly features. He is shaved completely bald, though his black pate doesn't seem to be suffering from exposure to the sun. He is short, and wiry, standing only 5'6" if the measurer were being generous. His body is well defined, though the exposed skin is weathered from salt and sea air. A slightly over large nose cants slightly at a strange angle the very tip and part of the left side seeming to have been taken off, the scar just below it, extending seemingly from his left cheekbone, across the missing slice of nose, then curling up to bisect the right eye vertically. The eye it self seems undamaged, the same honey brown as the other, unfortunately his eyes are the only redeeming feature for his face. His mouth curls slightly in a semi-permanent sneer, as if the same thing that left the scar had pulled the corner off it's natural course. His ears stick out abysmally, and with his shaven head there's nothing to disguise their protrusion.

Personality: He's a crusty old sea salt... or at least he tries to be. His acidic sense of humor helps quite a bit. He likes his jokes, though he's one of the few people who can take as well as he gives, the problem is he's a poor judge of what truly causes injury so can, and frequently does wind up being cruel. On the flip side of that, he's a patient sort, though he has no use for disobeying orders. He deeply loves the ocean and will teach anyone willing to learn how to keep a ship on the sea. He's very much a take it as it comes type of personality. 

Gender/Preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Born in one of Igen's sea holds Ishale never considered being anything other than a sailor. Second son of four (and third born of 9) he never had the affinity for the Dolphins his sister did, so his logical choice was to spend every second his father and older brother would let him get away with on shipboard. He quickly learned the ins and outs of the deck life, much to the relief of his father, who was relieved when he stopped having to pull Ishale out of the way of someone or something, and the delight of the Bosun who quickly took the lithe young lad under his wing. When he was 13 he easily slid into a 'formal' guild membership and made journeyman at the early age of 16, which meant he could turn a hand to any task at all on a ship, including navigation and helm, without worrying about screwing up and sinking her in normal circumstances. He was transferred from his father's ship when another ship in their fleet needed a Bosun. That ship was later 'retired' her captain opting not to take the new ship that they had just finished building but take his ship south, most of his crew came along. The Ocean Sunrise was a sturdy little two-master and quickly settled in to making cargo runs between the north and the south. Ishale found himself in easy command of the deck crews and thinking of the south as much as home as Igen. (Though if you asked his drinking buddies it was the Sunrise and open sea he preferred to call home.)

Never a handsome man, he was down graded to out and out ugly (some would say from ugly to hideous, though not loudly in port where he could toss them overboard without worrying about loosing crew permanently) about half a turn there after. They were two days out from port and rigging for the heavy winds that had just blown up, one line snapped. Either it had been improperly tied or it had broken, they never found
out. It shot across deck. Ishale heard it go and shouted "down". Only one did not obey the warning. Ishale hit him from the side taking him into the
railings. It prevented them both from getting decapitated but the other sailor's shoulder got sliced, and Ishale's face as well.

When they got into port Ishale's eye was swollen shut, to the point Captain Krist was already declaring the need for an eye patch. Ishale waved the patch off and the healer agreed it was too soon to tell. The swelling went down and indeed, the call for an eye patch had been premature as the eye itself was undamaged. Or more accurately the eye patch was only temporary. The eye was undamaged but the lid had been slit and took time to heal enough to keep out light or protect the eye. The damage was deep enough that the wound healed in to a thick scar, ending any hope for
an /improvement/ in his looks as the bosun's mate quipped on his way out, narrowly avoiding a thrown blunt object. Shortly there after, he discovered his agitated blue firelizard scolding several members of the crew clustered arguing around a rather conspicuous bulge in the sand... a bulge with a foot print on one side. The story was short and not any prettier than his face. They'd been looking for a place to start the barbecue,
they were in port for at least a week and wanted to celebrate... /after/ they got shooed out of the local eating hall. (With threats of not being allowed back in if they didn't behave.) They'd argued and one of them had stepped back and swung at the other. Crunch. What? Oops. There was a firelizard clutch there. It hadn't been a large one (either fortunately as it meant only four were squashed or unfortunately as that meant a good third of it was now gone). The argument had then turned to whether or not they should sneak off and hope the rest hatched alright, or take the rest back and try to sell them.

Enter Ishale's blue with orders to 'keep an eye on them'. Enter Ishale trying to figure out why his blue was so worked up, the blue not really bright enough to send more than outrage. Ishale started to haul the ringleaders away from the clutch as it started to rock. He scowled, which with his still livid scar, was a frightening thing indeed. They were ordered to leave their barbecue and come. Four out of six did. The other two grabbed their knives and started chopping. Another argument ensued... this time with Ishale taking full part giving them the full lecture on following orders rubbing the scabs on his face rather pointedly. When push came to shove though, biology won out over orders. The eggs hatched and most of the
people there wound up feeding them or getting out of the way rather than getting clawed because the humans were between the firelizards and the food. Only two impressed, and Ishale was pleased to see it /wasn't/ either the ringleaders /or/ the recalcitrant pair. Brown and gold were cared for, tended to, and the two sailors sent back to the ship with their shore leave canceled for the next 2 days just like the rest. The two that had disobeyed orders were less lucky, they lost /all/ their shore leave. While delivering a tithe to Southern, Ishale found himself nabbed by a blue search rider determined to one up her greenriding weyrmate on who could bring in the most candidates. This was probably a good thing as it was a rather large clutch. The ugly sailor took it in stride, expecting to be back at his ship in a couple of months. After all if no human liked his
face, why should a dragon?

Brineth rather put a stopper in those works. The stunning blue made strait for the sailor and introduced himself, and that was that right there. 
Brineth did lament when he found out that Sh’ale’s ugliness was permanent not an affect of the hatching, but the blue adapted, insisting everything /else/ around the rider be pristine, perfect, and attractive. There has been a good natured battle of wills between the two ever since.

Sh’ale’s weyrlinghood was completely uneventful, or as uneventful as such things could be, his worst problem homesickness for the sea. It was the longest he had ever spent away from it. He settled into riding life as easily, taking any sweeps that would take him closer to the sea. When Mountain Song opened, he simply acknowledged the fact and went on with his routine. Then he received transfer orders. He took them like everything else in his life, and shipped himself, his firelizard, and his dragon of farther from his beloved ocean than he ever had been, but ah
well, such was life, right?

Pets: Name: Dayvi Jans
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue
Age: 13 turns
Description: Brightly mixed shades of ocean blue swirl over his long form. The rich base of indigo is painted and splattered with pale aquamarine, over his narrow head and ridges, twisting down his scrawny neck to tanzanite and azurite accents. His shoulder and body are traced in seemingly shifting patterns of liquid sapphire, though it fails woefully in creating the illusion of bulk across his gaunt frame. His wings sparkle with accents of diamond, like sunlight across a rough sea. Alas, his long tail, is a dull, lackluster indigo, as if it some how managed to get stuck in a shadow the rest of him avoided.

Crafter: Yes. (formerly) 
Craft: Seacraft
Craft Rank: Journeyman
Specialties: Ship's bosun though he can turn a successful hand to most any ship-board task. Including cooking on the rolling seas without spilling the stew!

Dragon Name: Brineth
Color: Blue
Age: 7

Dragon Description: Brilliant blue, like a tropical sea spills in festive profusion over the finely crafted structure of this dragon. Flawless hide
darkens over neckridges and spills into the deep velvet of the ocean depths over his slender wingsails. His sleek belly is a streak the glittering aqua of the coral shallows, which blends over his compact haunches and spills down his long tail and caps in a silver splash of seafoam right at the perfect tip.
Dragon Personality: Vanity thy name is Brineth. Brineth must always be the center of attention. He must always be immaculate, and that goes for His as well. He’s not pathological about dirt, but as soon as he gets dirty he will not be content until he has been cleaned. He’s not the brightest of dragons, even for a blue. He heavily depends on Sh’ale for basic common sense, but, to his credit, when there is a task at hand, he applies himself with all the perfectionistic gusto that he applies to his and Sh’ale’s appearance.
Strength's Weaknesses: He is a lean sleek, blue, built for slicing through the air currents or using them to his best advantage. His greatest downfall is his pride. He is fanatically proud of himself and his rider, and does not deal well at all with insults to either.