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| Portrayed By | Simon Baker |
| Gender | Male |
| Aliases | Airen |
| Place of Birth | Ista Weyr |
| Current Location | Igen Weyr |
| Occupation | Weyrleader |
| Dragon | Bronze Sindrieth |
Description
Dirty blonde curls grace the top of this young man's head which are loose and move about freely. His ocean blue eyes appear a little sad looking, however when he smiles they gain a faint glimmer and his cheeks have dimples. His line of his nose looks a little crooked, perhaps from a previous injury that's healed it that way. His complexion is one of a person who spends plenty of time in the sun, which also causes the ends of his curls to brighten to a light gold color while the roots remain a light brown. He stands at just a hair over six foot in height.
He wears light colors of beige and brown which meld into his appearance nicely. The tunic he wears is a light beige, loose enough to not be certain how his build really is. He appears fairly broad shouldered, tapering down to a narrower waist, though he's not a lithe young man. His pants are a darker brown color, and he almost always seems to wear sandals if he can get away with it. He only wears a braided bracelet on his left wrist, and a knot that shows he's the Weyrleader of Igen.
History
Middle son to a pair of riders from Ista, Airen was the middle of five children, 3 sons and 2 daughters. He was fostered for a while, and when he became old enough to help out with his younger siblings, he did so. His mother Aria is a greenrider, and his father R'ener a bluerider - though each of his siblings has a different father except the two youngest girls. Airen always has known responsibility, and even though he does have a streak of mischief, he typically was a well behaved child. He was perceptive, intelligent, and curious - all the things that would eventually make him a good healer, or a good con man. Finally his mother settled on a weyrmate, and when his youngest sister was nine and Airen was twelve, he sought to find his calling as a healer.
Airen is a natural charmer, and is decent at sleight of hand, which may have won him a few games of poker in the past. Of course, it's also the reason his nose is a little crooked, from where it was broken before and didn't heal as well as hoped. He excelled at his studies, and even though he worked hard to get to his position he is also well known for knowing how to have a good time. He sought a posting to Ista Weyr after he gained his promotion to Journeyman.
Staying in Ista Weyr for a couple turns, he was snatched away by Miyan and asked to stand for a clutch at Monaco Bay Weyr. Not expecting to Impress, Airen mingled with the candidates and sought to keep his attention on learning more about surgery which is his main focus. Despite being one of the candidates least interested in impressing - he didn't walk off the sands alone. Sindrieth decided that R'en was his lifemate, and that was that. The bronze was certainly not what he was expecting, if he was going to walk off with any dragon at all. Weyrlinghood went quickly, though R'en was fast to join the Phantasm wing and continue his work with healing with Sindrieth at his side.
A visit to Igen went terribly wrong, though. So terribly wrong. R'en wanted to visit the infirmary at the desert weyr to see how it ran, and little did he know that Neyuni's gold was going to rise. Despite the plaintive cries of 'No' from his lifemate, Sindrieth decided that he wanted to chase after the lovely desert gold. And he caught her, and landed a knot that R'en never wanted on his shoulder. But, what's life without trials? It took a little getting used to, but so far he doesn't seem as bad a Weyrleader as he thinks he is.
Relationships aren't something that R'en falls easily into, and perhaps a bit of his heart is still left in Ista with the woman he left behind when he impressed Sindrieth.
Family
| Name | Relation | Position | Age | Position |
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| Aria | Mother | Ista Weyr | +26 | Greenrider |
| R'ener | Father | Ista Weyr | +30 | Bluerider |
| A'ne | Brother | Fort Weyr | +5 | Brownrider |
| Braden | Brother | Ista Weyr | +3 | Handyman |
| Riana | Sister | Ista Weyr | -1 | Greenrider |
| Braiye | Sister | Ista Weyr | -3 | Bluerider |
Firelizard(s)
Bronze Kai
Gloriously clothed in bright brassy bronze, like the gleaming metallic shine of that shade just-a-bit-darker-than-sunlight, a lanky and lithe frame speaks of elegance, grace and sophistication. From the broad expanse of chest to the narrow sweep of haunch and hip down to a long whipcord tail, he is a glorious kingly sight. His head, set just right on a arching neck, is the perfect size, broad across his forehead to give the impression of intelligence and keen interest, his head knobs exactly the right shape and size. His wings, billowed sails of sunny-bronze are broad, meant for speed, stamina and distance — surely a catch for any lovely lady firelizard to woo and win.
Dragon
Sultan of the Flame-Kissed Sands Bronze Sindrieth
Veins of deep burgundy course through opalescent daggers of harlequin quartz, forming the blood spattered claws of this lean dragon. Each deadly instrument originates from a slender limb coated in flakes of tarnished rust. As they race upwards, the scale-like discs blend together, creating an ebony pool that flows over well defined muscles, hiding them beneath a blanket of darkness. The shadowy umbra begins to soar as it reaches the dragon's chest, rippling skywards before wrapping itself around tapered muzzle and sharp jawline. Streams of molten copper seep through the night canvas, fashioning a mask of burning magma from which two intense orbs stare out. The vibrant swirls of color housed in each large eye contrast starkly with the gray volcanic ash that scatters across each jagged spinal ridge. Platinum cinders flood paper-thin wings in a single gleaming sheet whose edges curl in upon themselves, crackling and burning with obsidian flame. From beneath near-translucent wingsails comes the hushed glow of embers, which encircles each structure in a dull halo of bronze light. The true spectacle however, is what lies below this inky guise. What was thought to be a cloudy aura shining through, reveals genuine brilliance when wings flare. Wispy jets of sepia and honey weave together, writhing hypnotically to form ever-shifting patterns that tease and beckon. Lustrous bands of amber braid through the multi-shaded anarchy, like thick ribbons of precious stone hidden amongst dilapidated ruins. The luminous phosphorescence entrances and mesmerizes while carving its mark on the dragon's sinewy body, but takes its splendor no farther than his wings. For if that sweeping blaze were to spread, covering long frame and lava dipped tail, all secrets would be given away, and it is only when time is taken to explore heavily obscured depths that genuine worth is discovered.
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