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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 9:24 pm
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Name: D’emi formerly Dainremi
Age: 43
Nameday:2533.08.15
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman dragonhealer
Physical Description:
D’emi is tall and lanky. He has squared, strong shoulders. His chin face is thin, with a small pointed nose in the center. D’emi prefers to keep himself very clean shaven. His face is overly serious, his thick-lips usually pursed irritably. Heavy brows narrowed over brown eyes. His skin is dark olive, freckling on his face with far too much sun. His hair is long, straight, and black. He refuses to cut his very long hair, no matter how much more convenient it might be. Sometimes he braids it to be out of the way more. He’s not picky when it comes to clothing, preferring function to fashion. He’s never without a sturdy pair of boots or a leathery jacket so long as its not too terribly warm out.
Personality:
D’emi is a studious, introverted creature. He prefers to spend his time working, or consulting scrolls and memorizing their contents. He is someone who diligently can make a plan on how to learn a new skill, or how to get something done and follow the plan through to the letter. He’s always been extremely self disciplined. He never set off in his life to be a dragon rider, even if it was nearly every young person on Pern’s wonder of a daydream. Instead, he spent long hours and sleepless nights to learning his craft, rather than being searched or candidate lessons. He proved to be incredibly studious, putting much aside to devoted to learning - finding much joy into bookish pursuits. D’emi is no stranger to later night reading and slowly realizing the sun is coming up and he hasn’t slept yet.
However… D’emi finds rules extremely limiting. He has neve been one to stick to a curfew, or to listen to rules set in place by his parents as a child, learning rapidly as an apprentice that those sort of things are not tolerated. He’s learns best from his own blunders and consequences, even if it caused more grief than to just listen in the first place, while young. While he’s known to bristle at being told what to do, it’s mostly something he has grown out of while younger.
D’emi takes very little guff, he doesn’t care if you’re bronze - gold - the ancient lessa of pern, he views everyone of every one the same unless the have earned their place. He will give respect where respect is due and earned, enjoying Western Weyr’s ideals very much. He won’t buckle rank to cause problems or be combative. Bucking the system is for lads first growing their facial hair, in his mind, he has more important things to worry about. He just vastly prefers all of that color-ranked mindsets tossed to the side, its incredibly tiring (especially if he needs to hear too much about High Reaches). Please, he rather be practicing his craft than mincing words.
He finds it rather hard to form attachments, between responsibility and dragon his hand are quite tied. If one was to think a bit more critically of the reasons he gives, they’d find them to be excuses. He’s quite untrusting and dislikes putting himself out there. While he certainly crushes and daydreams, romance is not something that he has been graced with. Where it had bloomed, he’s railroaded himself far and away from others. The idea of being vulnerable and known sits unsteadily in his heart, but perhaps that’s just more of his dragon’s thoughts now and again.
He is a pessimist at heart, always bracing for the worst. An injury looks terrible - best formulate what could go wrong. Someone “wants to talk”, clearly something awful has happened. He has a hard time seeing things as glass half-full, Scrandanfibrith helps her perky attitude is contagious. She hates to see D’emi getting down on himself, and loves to try and lift him up when he gets into a rut.
Positive Trait List Diligent, Self disciplined, Assured
Negative Trait List Isolated, Pessimistic, Recalcitrant
History:
Born to weavers, D’emi never particularly felt suited to the family trade. Doing chores and tasks for the healer as a child inspired his interests in healing. At first he thought perhaps being a trauma would be a noble pursuit, but the great flying beasts of Pern filled him with such wonder. He started an apprenticeship as soon as he could, keeping in touch with his small family often through letters
Despite never catching the eye of a searchrider, he unintentionally impressed. Working as a dragon healer at Western, he was at Hatchings as often as they happened to help monitor the health of the hatchlings. He was assisting with a particularly nasty torn wing-sail, putting his suturing skills to quick practice. In his working fervor (these hatchlings were quite bitey towards one another), he hardly had a chance to watch any of the eggs hatch - not even his own little green's. All he knew was that her egg was quiet, perhaps even bet on as a dud by spectators.
When he heard the shrill, probing voice of his darling Scrandanfibrith his first instinct was almost to cover his ears. D’emi had no formal training on candidacy - what to do when one incredibly lumpy green dragon chews on your shirt screaming at you to feed her. She was particularly small, loud and he adored her immediately.
Still D’emi persisted, now with quite a few additional responsibilities with being a rider of Western Weyr. His personal pursuits on hold during his weyrlinghood focusing entirely on his lessons and his little green. Afterwards, D’emi continued to learn his craft over the turns, becoming a very capable healer. When he isn't feeling guilty about too much free time, he finds cooking to be quite fun. He isn’t intimidated by injuries thread is now carving into dragons, he hopes to heal as many as he can in this perilous time of Thread and learn all his craft has to offer.
Other: He has two left feet, do not ask this man to dance.
DRAGON
Name: Scrandanfibrith
Age: 29
Color: green
Size: 18’
Physical Description: Scrandanfibrith is a dragon of angles. Her snout - legs - wings all seem to be made of points and makes an uncomfortable sunning partner. She is nothing put pokey joints and boney ribs on her! She sits particularly stiff, so not only is she elbowing you, she’s quite unsnuggable. Her body is rather thin and sports spindly legs. Her head seems too large to be supported on such a slender neck. Her eyes seem owlish in her thin face. It seems that a strong breeze could knock Scrandanfibrith off course. She’s told to have meatier herdbeasts for meals - or bask in the sun longer, by all sorts of oldtimers as remedies to grow heavier. Scrandanfibrith will just always be a boney, lanky dragon - and is fine health thank you very much!
Her mindvoice is hideously loud. No honeyed tones, or gentle whispers for her. Scrandanfibrith squawks to be heard. Shrill and probing, reminiscent of a crowing avain. She seems to have no internal gauge on her volume control, making it incredibly difficult for D’emi to concentrate before he became used to, then fond of the way she sounds.
Personality: D'emi will be first to say his dragon is a bit much. Even with all the love tunneled into one’s bond, there's no disguising the truth. Scrandanfibrith is rather neurotic. She is obsessive, finding comfort in sticking to a routine and doing many of the same things in her day. She enjoys seeing the same people, her same friends. She likes things just so, a feeling a careful control that can be useful when D’emi needs to take a deep breath and get to work on something difficult.
She worries her teeth on things, mostly on her claws (when she was younger it was whatever D’emi was wearing). She’s a worried chewer! She is sometimes a fearful beast, saved by D’emi’s more confident and bold nature. She looks to him for support when she must do things that worry her - or break her routines. She knows she can handle anything knowing D’emi is holding her proverbial hand. She truely picked someone who will lift her up and never leave her to flounder on her own.
Scrandanfibrith, for all of her quirks, is genuine. She never says anything she doesn’t mean, and never says anything to be mean. She hasn’t a bad thing to say about nearly anymore, and can strike up a conversation with any. She has a particularly fondness for animals, hatchling, or anything else absolutely adorable. She spends much of her time encouraging D’emi, her gentle words doing much to lift his spirits.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Art
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