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P'tyr of Blue Inikoth
DIR By: Agenothree
Date: June 20, 2022, 11:50 am
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[center]P'tyr
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"Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it
fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them."
-Petyr Baelish, Game of Thrones[/center]
[center]BASICS[/center]
NAME: P'tyr; originally Petyr
BIRTHDATE: Late Autumn 2580
AGE: 32 as of Late Summer 2612
GENDER: Masculine
PRONOUNS: Masculine (he/him/his)
ORIENTATION: You think I have any time or interest in a lover?
Fool.
BIRTHPLACE: A tiny cothold best left forgotten.
LOCATION: Westwind Weyr
OCCUPATION: Apprentice Harper, Wingrider, Wingleader
WING: Borealis
[center]APPEARANCE[/center]
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: Slender
PLAY-BY: Aiden Gillen
APPEARANCE:
P'tyr is a petite man, with a mere 5' 9" in height, his skin
pale. His hair is pure black, though some gray hairs have
already started to appear, and he sports a bit of scruff, though
meticulously styled. P'tyr is actually pleased about it, for he
finds this silvering to be quite attractive. His eyes are a very
dark blue, like the depths of the sea. P'tyr prefers to dress in
fine garments, in the cut of a long robe-like article of
clothing, always topped with a fine silver brooch of a small
perched bird. If he wants to appear especially resplendent, he
dons a sash over his shoulder that ends at his opposite hip.
[center]PERSONALITY[/center]
PERSONALITY:
P'tyr is, quite notably, very ambitious. When he sets a goal
before him, he will achieve it, whatever it takes. Gifted with
high intelligence, he is a cunning and clever man, which
compliments his driven nature. Prone to practicality and logic
over emotions, he is suited to both administrative duties and
the challenges of Threadfall. Whatever must be done must be
done, and he feels no regrets for actions that might hurt some
for the greater good of others. At least, that's what he tells
himself. This especially goes for if one of his personal goals
is to be achieved. P'tyr can be utterly merciless and truly
relentless in his pursuits. Yet there are rare moments that
P'tyr can demonstrate compassion - true empathy - for others,
though he never knows how to act on it. Most often, he will
sequester himself away until his feelings return to a normal
state.
While P'tyr isn't one to succumb to his emotions, he is a bold
man, and very confident in himself. To tell the truth, he is
overconfident. Should he believe to have the upper hand, P'tyr
will become very cocky and arrogant, and that is when he is most
vulnerable. Should anyone cross P'tyr, vengeance will be swift
and terrible. Pride cannot allow such a thing, and P'tyr is a
calculating, crafty creature. Patience and analysis are two of
his major strong points, honed to razor sharpness with Turns of
experience and practice. Sheer spite can drive P'tyr to great
lengths if he feels slighted, and is likely the only time he
will lose himself to his emotions. P'tyr can be quite sarcastic
at times, his sharp tongue snapping witty remarks left and
right. This can make him both a delight and a nightmare in
conversations at times.
P'tyr puts great effort into coming off as friendly and warm to
those he engages with, and being quite sociable. Most of this is
a tactic to make allies, however. P'tyr overflows with charisma
and charm, which he puts to good use to curry favor with those
he may need to succeed. Yet P'tyr is undeniably a perfectionist,
to an extent. While it is impossible to be perfect, the bar is
often set quite high. Vanity is another of his shortcomings. He
believes that a tidy and fashionable appearance leaves the best
first impression, and takes great pains to ensure he looks his
best. It is extremely difficult to predict what P'tyr will do;
no-one knows what goes on in that head of his except himself and
Inikoth, and the blue isn't talking. More often than not,
however, any actions P'tyr takes will benefit the Weyr...or
himself. While he feels no particularly loyalty to any one
person, he will serve his Weyr very agreeably.
The bond between P'tyr and his blue is strong; nigh unbreakable.
If there is any one individual P'tyr is loyal to, it's Inikoth;
the same goes for Inikoth to his bonded. One thing P'tyr loves
more than all else is flying. It's so soothing for P'tyr to
simply glide through the air on the back of his blue, and it's
quite common for them to fly under cover of darkness so they
might spend time alone merely soaring together, away from the
trials and tribulations that life brings them. Yet P'tyr is very
secretive about this facet of him, lest someone use this
information against him.
[center]HISTORY[/center]
THEME: N/A
FAMILY:
Parents - both farmers - both living, as far as P'tyr knows,
though he doesn't bother to check
Siblings/Half-Siblings - none
STATUS: Single!
HISTORY: TW: parental dispute
Petyr was born to tired parents in a cothold of Fort. This
cothold was smaller than even most cotholds, with only three
total families, each having difficulty having children to
succeed them. Petyr was one of the only children of the cothold
at the time, and saw no siblings after him. His upbringing was
unremarkable, and he was expected to become a simple laborer
like his parents. But that wasn't good enough for young Petyr.
He knew he was meant for something greater, and he would achieve
this something, no matter the price he must pay.
With no option to leave his birthplace provided by his parents,
Petyr was doomed to stay. The thought made him bitter and put
him at odds with his parents. He knew he had potential to be
something other than a common farmer, yet his parents insisted
he stay. Frustrated and determined to make a name for himself,
teenaged Petyr sought the counsel of a visiting Harper, hoping
to be accepted as an Apprentice. He seemed to pass muster and
the Harper spoke to Petyr's family, and after a long
conversation, Petyr's parents were finally persuaded to let
their son leave the cothold to greater opportunity. Petyr
travelled with the Harper with pride. At last, he was going to
make his mark. Accepting the guidance and advice of the Harper
that brought him from the cothold, Petyr traveled to a cothold
in Telgar, to Apprentice directly under a Journeyman with
several other Apprentices.
Apprenticeship was a blessing and a curse. At last, Petyr was
able to apply his talents to a Craft and ascend in the world!
Yet he was one of the oldest Apprentices, at age 14 when he
began his training. Teasing was prevalent from a one of the more
advanced and older Apprentices, who looked down on the late one.
A sense of deep-seated bitterness and resentment bloomed in
Petyr as a direct result, and his assumptions that the holdbred
and even the weyrbred were all high-and-mighty and pretentious
were confirmed in his mind, along with quite a dose of
uncertainty, though he vehemently refused to entertain the
latter feeling. Petyr strove to stand apart from this crowd and
earn his place alone.
During his Apprenticeship, when he was about twenty Turns, Petyr
had the fortune to acquire a flit egg from a handout; one of the
Journeyman's flits - a little golden beauty - had laid a clutch,
and as a gift to the Apprentices, the Journeyman decided to give
them out. Petyr didn't think he'd be allowed one, what with his
late start and problems with his peers. Yet he was beckoned over
and a small sand-filled bowl pressed into his hands, a flit egg
resting within it. Petyr masked his surprise and thanked the
kind Journeyman, hurrying to a private place. It didn't take
long at all for the egg to hatch, spilling a lovely little white
in Petyr's lap. He cemented the bond with the little creature,
and as Petyr deliberated on a name, it became clear to him.
Petyr dubbed the little thing Mockingbird.
As his peers graduated and moved onward to other positions
around Pern to work as Journeymen, and some even to the
Harperhall of Fort to pursue the option of becoming Master
Harpers, Petyr's poor view of them only sharpened to a razor's
edge. Yet that wasn't the only thing he possessed. He had honed
every other facet of himself to a fine sharpness, electing to
dress in tasteful clothing and utilizing every bit of his
cunning nature and quick wit. As he awoke shortly after his 22nd
Turnday, Petyr expected it to be a typical day of being a Harper
Apprentice. This most certainly was not the case, as a pair of
Telgar Weyr rode on Search.
As the pair stopped at the cothold, Petyr left the room in
disgust, sequestering himself away to work on whatever menial
chores he'd been assigned for that day, ill temper simmering
under the surface of his calm demeanor. When he had finished
every chore on his roster and returned to the main gathering
area, the Telgar rider was still there! Apparently, the dragon
had detected a Candidate here and refused to leave without them.
None of the others of the cothold sparked the dragon's
interest...none but one Petyr.
Petyr's first instinct was to refuse. Yet he paused to think.
He, out of all others in the cothold, had been selected. And if
he successfully Impressed, who knew how high he could climb the
ladder? Even as reluctance tugged at his heart, Petyr accepted
the Search with nary a trace of his uncertainty. He was taken to
Telgar Weyr and entered Candidacy...which consisted of more
chores and lessons. It was like being a dragonrider Apprentice!
Which made sense, the more he thought of it. Several Hatchings
came and went with little fanfare and no dragon for Petyr. That
was fine. He was perfectly content to bide his time and be
patient. His patience was rewarded...
Petyr... the blue's voice hummed to the Candidate - now weyrling
- standing among the crowd of Candidates on the Sands of Telgar
Weyr. Come. We have empires to topple; to revel in the chaos
left behind. Petyr - now P'tyr - found himself bonded to the
finest blue he'd ever seen, and Inikoth was his name. Perhaps
there was a time that P'tyr had hoped for a mighty and powerful
bronze to select him, only to realize his foolishness when faced
with the perfection of this blue. Inikoth was everything P'tyr
could hope for: a companion, devoted, and perfectly willing to
do anything to ensure their safety. Together, they would claw
their way to the top, no matter the cost.
Weyrlinghood was nothing too difficult for P'tyr and Inikoth as
shrewd as they were, and they graduated with no issue. But
Telgar followed the Traditional color hierarchy, despite the
fact that some blues were Impressing to women in higher
frequency as the Turns passed. All P'tyr could hope to be,
bonded to his blue, was just a wingrider. That was utterly
unacceptable. P'tyr and Inikoth chafed at the yoke of the
hierarchy placed upon them...but when Westwind popped up, the
answer to the problem the bluepair faced was clear. Requesting
transfer to the blooming Weyr with one of the supply runs to
Westwind, P'tyr and Inikoth departed for Westwind. It was time
for a change of pace.
It didn't take long at all for P'tyr and his Inikoth to get
settled into Westwind, finding this to be the most perfect place
for an ambitious bluepair. The choice to come here was only
cemented to be the right one when "Weyrwoman" Haurchefant
selected P'tyr to be the Wingleader of Borealis Wing. P'tyr
accepted the honor and responsibility with pride. A new dawn was
rolling over the horizon, just for P'tyr and Inikoth. Westwind
was a land of opportunity, and neither man nor beast would see
it squandered.
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P'tyr of Blue Inikoth
DIR By: Agenothree
Date: June 20, 2022, 11:50 am
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[center]Inikoth[/SIZE]
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[size=18pt]BASICS[/center]
NAME: Inikoth
BIRTHPLACE: Telgar Weyr
BIRTHDATE: Late Autumn 2602
AGE: 10 as of Late Summer 2612
[center][size=18pt]APPEARANCE[/SIZE][/center]
LENGTH: 35.5 ft.
HEIGHT: 9 ft.
WINGSPAN: 54.25 ft.
[B]COLOR:[/B] Blue
[B]TEXT COLOR:[/B] #212444
FULL APPEARANCE:
Inikoth is a tall and lean blue, built for agility, grace and
speedy flight. An air of regality, confidence, and poise infuses
him that can't be easily ignored. Inikoth's hide is a dark
midnight blue, almost black in color. Pale icy markings decorate
his body like a galaxy in the night sky. As such, he will have
no trouble blending into the dark night sky, capable to slipping
away unnoticed into shadow, making him suited for secretive
flights under cover of darkness.
[center][size=18pt]PERSONALITY[/SIZE][/center]
PERSONALITY:
Inikoth is nothing but trouble hiding behind a civil smile.
Outwardly, he is very charming and gentlemanly to all he meets.
Helpful and willing to go out of his way to assist others, he is
a good friend to have at your side. This good-natured attitude
is nothing but an intricate web of lies, forged into a mask of
polite gentility. Under the surface, Inikoth is a cold and
manipulative dragon. He will not hesitate to exploit one's
weaknesses for his or his rider's gain. He views metallic colors
to all be haughty and arrogant creatures, and that life under
them will be nothing but toil and hardship. A change in
leadership is clearly in order - himself and his bonded on top,
with chromatics to take the roles of metallics. Wingleader is a
rank most worthy of his bonded and himself...but why stop there?
With a new queen, Weyrleader is within their reach.
To his bonded, Inikoth is a partner to the bitter end. A deep
fondness for P'tyr drives Inikoth to do as he does, for the
needs of his rider's outweigh the needs of all others. This
affection for his bonded is rarely visible to those on the
outside, as Inikoth goes to great lengths to conceal it, lest
this devotion be exploited by their enemies. Inikoth regards
others - dragon, wher, or human - in two black-and-white terms:
someone useful or someone that's a threat. Someone deemed useful
is treated well by Inikoth, to groom them into a friend and
ally. Those that are marked a threat are carefully watched.
Inikoth isn't a dragon prone to violence; that's the bronzes'
job. No, Inikoth's weapons are his words, and they are just as
sharp as his claws. Put a few words in the right ear, and a
threat can easily be eliminated; their reputation and
credibility shot.
VOICE: Inikoth's voice is a deep tenor and pleasant to hear,
regardless of whether he's crooning sweetly or roaring in
violent temper.
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P'tyr of Blue Inikoth
DIR By: Agenothree
Date: June 20, 2022, 11:50 am
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[center]Mockingbird[/SIZE]
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[size=18pt]BASICS[/center]
NAME: Mockingbird
BIRTHPLACE: Telgar Province
BIRTHDATE: Early Autumn 2594
AGE: 18 as of Late Summer 2612
[center][size=18pt]APPEARANCE[/SIZE][/center]
[B]COLOR:[/B] White
APPEARANCE:
Mockingbird is a small flit, even for a white. Quite the dainty
and delicate creature, he is suited for fast flight and tests of
agility. In regard to his hide, Mockingbird is a stunning
firelizard, with a base coat of creamy white. In addition, he is
coated with a rich blackish hue over his tail, wings, and the
top of his head and neck; his legs are colored this way too, as
though he wears dashing boots. Over his wings, legs, and neck
are patterns of white that appear to mimic loops of pearls. All
in all, Mockingbird is a gorgeous flit, and a fine specimen for
his color.
[center][size=18pt]PERSONALITY[/SIZE][/center]
PERSONALITY:
Mockingbird is a quiet flit, yet not out of shyness or timidity.
No, Mockingbird is quiet out of a sense of cool indifference
toward people other than his P'tyr. Rarely will the white emit a
single sound of any kind. Mockingbird is deeply devoted to
P'tyr, and would do anything he says. Mockingbird has been
trained by P'tyr to eavesdrop on people described to him,
utilizing his dark coat and his size to their best advantage to
remain out of sight; to watch and listen, gathering anything
useful and relaying it to P'tyr. Mockingbird is ever alert to
danger to both himself and his human, and will never do anything
to endanger him. Mockingbird always tries to stay one step ahead
of others, to benefit himself and P'tyr.
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