R'sner & Green Toith

R'sner
Portrayed By	Rufus Sewell
Gender	Male
Aliases	Res
Place of Birth	Fort Weyr
Current Location	Igen Weyr
Occupation	Weyrlingmaster
Dragon	Green Toith
Other Page	R'sner's HMW Page

Description

The Turns of dragonriding have left R'sner with a wiry and toned physique, muscles well defined with continued physical exercise and daily life. His face is an elongated oval; nose crooked from a past break, his chin strong and masculine, with a bit of stubble. His skin is weathered from a life spent outdoors, fine lines formed around eyes that have squinted into the sun for far too many Turns. His eyes are a dark, cobalt blue beneath black brows, gaze intense and with an almost haunted look at times. He stands around six feet tall in height, and carries himself in a way that speaks to quiet knowledge of his own strength, lacking any of the bravado that may come from over confidence.

R'sner favors comfortable clothing, and wears riding leathers only when strictly necessary. Typically he can be found in a pair of black trousers and a loose, dark-grey shirt. When he does wear leathers, they are dark and well-worn, comfortably broken in and lacking decoration. There is no attempt to draw attention to himself with the way he dresses, but the cut and fit is flattering to his form.

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History

R'sner — Risner at birth — was born and raised in Fort Weyr. His father, a brownrider, fell in love with his mother, a barmaid. They had a rather successful relationship, producing a large family of which R'sner is the only son. He grew up in the bar with his mother, having no aspirations to do more than this. A few months into his sixteenth turn, he was searched by K'shan's green Nawyth. More of a demand than an offer, he accepted candidacy and all of the rules that were required of it. When the Hatching finally came at the unGodly hour of 2AM, Risner was among the lucky eleven to walk away with a dragon, bonded forever to Second-in-Command to No One Green Toith

Very early on, R'sner knew he was outmatched and overwhelmed by his rambunctious, tomboy of a green. In less than a month, she had broken his nose (accidently of course) and landed him in trouble. It would be the first of a serious of unfortunate events and even more unfortunate punishments. No matter what he did, R'sner found himself on the Weyrlingmaster's bad-side and punishment-list. Toith was rough, tough, loud and messy, driven to prove herself at whatever the cost. Almost at birth, an intense rivalry that bordering on hatred sprang up between Toith and her sister, Maglinoth. R'sner spent most of his Weyrlinghood trying to find a balance of control between himself, Toith, and the rest of the world. But despite all odds, they made it through in one piece and graduated on time.

Upon graduation he selected the transport wing, Roc. This was not without its own set of challenges, least of all being the animosity between him and the then-Wingleader. While life as a dragonrider was far from what he had envisioned, R'sner settled in with ease. A place of his own was a luxury, and he reveled in the freedom of being a dragonrider. Eventually romance would find him, and he settled down in his late twenties with a weyrmate by his side. It was a good partnership, and R'sner could not have been happier with his life. Unfortunately, disaster struck the pair with the death of his weyrmate and his weyrmates dragon. R'sner took the hit hard, and even after a lengthy hiatus from Wing and Weyr, he could not find it in him to come home. After six months, he put in a request to transfer away from Fort, hoping a change in vocation and location would assist in the process of moving on, leaving Fort for Ierne Weyrhold.

Three and a half years spent there did wonders for him, and though he will never be quite the same person he was before the loss of his love, he has learned to move on and find 'life' for himself once again. With this new growth comes the desire to be a productive member of society once more, putting his skills to use in a more formal capacity than simply ferrying folks from place to place to make a meager living. The idea of moving back to Fort was too painful, and so R'sner put in a request to move to Half Moon Bay Weyr instead, ready to serve in whatever capacity he can.

Apparently, that capacity is by serving as Weyrlingmaster, a position that R'sner and Toith accepted with some amount of reservation along with a healthy dose of anticipation. Well. R'sner had reservations. Toith was thrilled at the opportunity to share all she's learned in her many Turns (whether R'sner wants it shared or not) to young and impressionable minds (watch out Weyr!). But passing on knowledge is certainly something the pair can do. And when there are no weyrlings needing to be taught, the pair offer their assistance to Seamount, happy enough to do something they are both comfortable and familiar with.

(this needs updating)
Summary of things that have happened:
R'sner met N'sir, who was Nassir at the time. After falling in love, he followed Nassir to Igen when he was Searched, and then remained when he subsequently Impressed and became N'sir. Stepping into the assistant weyrlingmaster role at S'las' request, he helped train the new group of weyrlings (to include his future weyrmate). Upon graduation, he officially weyrmated N'sir, stepped down from the AWLM role, and took up a position in Bay flying transport. A few months later, N'sir and R'sner transferred back to Half Moon Bay Weyr, and R'sner resumed his former role as Weyrlingmaster, with N'sir as Assistant.

There was a daughter born sometime in there (Reva, whose mother is the bluerider Valeska), whom was left at Igen to be fostered. At one point, R'sner discovered he had an adult son (Kezresan, now K'zre) living at Fort Weyr.

While at Half Moon Bay, R'sner suffered an injury that resulted in his inability to continue in the Weyrlingmaster role. He stepped down, knowing that he would not recover in time to train the next group of Weyrlings. A few months later, and N'sir and R'sner decided to move back to Igen Weyr. It was a very personal decision, motivated by several factors (not least of which was R'sner's daughter, Reva, residing there). Once he recovered from his injuries, R'sner stepped in to take the role of Weyrlingmaster for Igen Weyr

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Family

Name	Relation	Location	Position
N'sir	Weyrmate	Igen Weyr	Greenrider (Elianneth)
K'zre	Son	Fort Weyr	Greenrider (Yasminath)
F'inn	Son-in-law	Fort Weyr	Bronzerider (Nymionth)
Reva (NPC)	Daughter	Igen Weyr	Growing up TOO FAST

Other family: Parents (deceased), 3 older sisters, 2 younger sisters.

Playlist

The Story - Brandi Carlile
Lights Down Low - Max
Give Me Tonight - Dustin Tebbutt
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Waves - Dean Lewis
Fleurie - Hurts Like Hell
Digital Daggers - Still Here
Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony
Blue October - What If We Could
Deep Purple - Hush

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Firelizards

Lanky Bronze Saafir - PC
A lanky, long-bodied firelizard. His hide is that greeny-gold sort of bronze, gleaming with a faint metallic sheen where it catches the light. His wingsails are translucent and veined in darker tones, his tail long and whip-like.

honestly: I desced this egg and hatchling myself, so that's all you're gettin ;)

Live Up to MY Standards Brown Pro - NPC
What catches the eye about this firelizard is first and foremost the hue and patterning of his hide. He is brown, no mistaking, but he looks etched of stone. Not just any stone but the bold and banded brown and golden layers of tiger eye. The layers run at a slight angle to his body so that no matter how he might naturally sit, stand or fly the bands will never run exactly parallel with the horizon. It almost looks like that might be an irritation to this one who holds himself to such a high standard that his very hide might be so slightly off kilter but the fine warm hues of the bands will hopefully more than make up for it. Darker layers run across large wedge shaped head where emerald and lapis whirling eyes stand out of the darker bands. Lighter the golden brown lustrous layer than slips above to form knobby headknobs and crest upon eyeridges, as well to begin the fine hue layering into his sturdy neck dropping down in the husky form of his body. It is actually hard to make out his exact frame or proportion as the hues hide the parts that are a bit heavier in stock. Hide what might be thought of as flaws for surely he acts as if he possesses none. He is a perfect specimen see, don't you dare accuse him otherwise or else face the deadly sharp scythes that tip each finger and toe, or get smacked by the sturdy rope of his tail. Wings are more clearly heavily muscled as the light shines through the thinnest of membranes stretched from spar to spar. Only there does the tiger eye effect fade into a more fuzzy and hazy mix of dark brown and golden brown.

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In Search Of Perfection Egg
Large this egg is among its siblings. That perfect arc of shell is smooth and unblemished from one end to the other of this egg. Of hue there is an even cream that spreads without variation not exactly brown, nor yellow, nor glaringly white but a pleasant mix just in the middle of those. As close as this might be to the perfect specimen you might say that flaws still exist. The larger end is just that, a bit too large if one were to closely inspect. A broader, flatter sort that hugs the palm in a way that stretches the hand a bit rather than it curving about. Not horribly bad or overtly noticeable but off just that hair enough to frustrate one in search of a truly perfect egg.

Inspiration
The theme of this clutch was Project Management. Your lad is based on a rough idea around dealing with project quality. There are so many pressures in dealing with a project and as crunch time hits, or budgets get squeezed it is easy for quality to begin to be sacrificed. When this is done however the client is usually the one who is the least happy in the end as they never quite get what it is they had originally expected. That sturdy metal shell originally ordered, why look, now its plastic. Still meets the requirements but does it really meet the intent and desire. Such is he. If any firelizard could be considered picky it will be this one. He won't just eat any old slob dirty piece of meat, no he needs to eat it fresh, clean, and preferably from only the best cuts. It is not that he is spoiled, just that he demands only the best of quality. He'll ensure that only the nicest, smoothest, most filtered of oils shall touch his precious hide. On occasion, of course he may have to sacrifice that quality, the rumble of hunger in his belly a driving force which will mean ultimately that's something will be better than turning down the lesser cuts, but he will always hold some standard. Nothing that was dropped on the floor for instance. No, he'll starve thank you very much.

Dam: Gold Alchemia
Sire: Bronze Courtier

Credits: Neyuni

He Who Smelt It, Dealt It Blue Skye - NPC
He certainly a round little fellow, this blue. He's roly and poly and flippy and zippy and all those other quaint little words that evoke feelings of general adorability. It's not just his tummy's fault - he's a little bit stubby all over, short of neck and tail, with squat little legs that carry him thither and yon quickly as though to make up for their lack. 'Ridges and headknobs are equally unimpressive, sweeping back in little button-bumps that can only be described as 'cute.' His wings are the only bits of him that are truly impressive, wide and well-structured and striated through with bright, sunshine blues and faint, iridescent crackles of a deep icy hue. The rest of him is a matte cadet blue broken by the occasional crystalline glimmer along his neck and sides, with neat near-black gloves pulled clear up to the elbows of each of his paws.

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Malt Into My Arms Egg
It looks like someone took a paintbrush and went to town on this egg, flicking their brush with childish enthusiasm. There's little flecks of every single color splattered over a base of soft, pale blue. It's pretty and alarming!

Inspiration
Egg: Robins Egg candies
Hatchling: A Whoopie Cushion

Hatchling Desc
There's a really strange sound coming from this egg, like a tear in the fabric of time, or a raspberry that never seems to end. Thhhzzpt. Blep. L'egg! KA-WOOSH! A maelstrom of GLITTER! HAHAHA, WHO'S THE FOOL NOW? Probably this little something that fell out…

He's blue, and rotund, and has tbbppt lips and makes a funny noise every time he moves. Fbbbbrrrttt. Blart. THHHHHPT. He would PROBABLY be a PRETTY CUTE FIRELIZARD except those little head-knobs and that wriggly little tail are second to the way that he smells — or is that you? Maybe it's the person next to you trying to play the blame game. LOOK AT HIS FACE. Surely it couldn't have been him… right?

Real Desc
He certainly a round little fellow, this blue. He's roly and poly and flippy and zippy and all those other quaint little words that evoke feelings of general adorability. It's not just his tummy's fault - he's a little bit stubby all over, short of neck and tail, with squat little legs that carry him thither and yon quickly as though to make up for their lack. 'Ridges and headknobs are equally unimpressive, sweeping back in little button-bumps that can only be described as 'cute.' His wings are the only bits of him that are truly impressive, wide and well-structured and striated through with bright, sunshine blues and faint, iridescent crackles of a deep icy hue. The rest of him is a matte cadet blue broken by the occasional crystalline glimmer along his neck and sides, with neat near-black gloves pulled clear up to the elbows of each of his paws.

This perhaps aides with all the crap he has to wade through. Do you know how hard it is, being a working man in a cute flit's body? Not that he isn't cute - he is, and in true Puss-in-Boots fashion, he uses it to his advantage to make all the softies melt - but man sometimes you just wanna get stuff done and you can't because "OH LOOK AT THAT CUTE FLIT HE'S SO TINY WATCH HIM TRY TO LIFT THAT BRANCH AND STRUGGLE HOW ADORABLE." Like gosh. Honestly. Do people gotta rub it in so much? He's trying to build a nest for his lady love, alright - that's hard enough without being reminded of his short-comings. Wait. Did he just make a short joke about himself? WHATEVER. SHUT UP. THHBT. Which is, perhaps, one of the stranger things about him - that he's capable of mimicking that human noise with distinct alacrity, and, what's worse, with proper comedic timing. Call it a gift. Or a curse. Your choice, really.

Credits
Your flit was lovingly concocted by Ila'den and R'hyn. Its egg is based off a Robin's Eggs candies and the flit is based off a whoopee cushion. Happy Easter Fools!

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Weyr Description and Images

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Just inside the weyr's entrance, a series of stone steps leads to a shallow landing before turning sharply to the right. The stone staircase hugs the weyr wall on one side, while an iron railing on the other allows a view of the space below while preventing falls. Each step has been carefully cut, the stairs level and precisely spaced to ensure ease of travel.

While the stone stairs continue downward, the first landing spreads out into the main room of the weyr. The walls have been left rough and raw, untouched except for an occasional nook or shelf cut into the stone for the collection of clutter. The floor has been smoothed and cut to resemble tiles, the pattern both decorative as well as practical; texture added to prevent slipping on otherwise smooth stone. To the right, the stone has been cut away to fit in an old cast iron stove, a welcome heat source for the cold desert nights. Along the left, a wooden platform rises three feet off the ground and serves as a space for seating, a large cushion and several pillows added for comfort and to encourage relaxation. Overall, the room is cozy and inviting.

Toward the back of the room and separated from the main area by a dark-stained wooden panel, lies the bedroom. A large bed dominates the space, dressed in cream-colored linens. A similarly hued textured throw provides warmth and is complimented by several pillows. Dark-stained wooden nightstands sit to either side, offering only enough space for a few candles and a spare knick-knack or two. To the left of the bed and up a small step, a large nook offers a space for a wooden wardrobe, as well as a small writing desk and chair. Concealed behind a curtain, a larger closet looks to have been recently cut into the stone.

In the main room, directly beneath the stairs of the entrance, a natural split in the rock has been painstakingly carved into a stone archway that leads into a large bathroom. A rich, darkly stained wooden shelving unit sits directly inside and provides a place for towels, jars of bath salts, scented oils and luxurious soaps. A large stone tub rests at an angle to the wall, fed by free-standing pipes. A small nook holds the sink and, cleverly hidden around the bend, a toilet.

Continuing down the initial stairway, the passage grows noticeably darker and more confined. The walls close around the stone stairs before spilling into a low ceilinged room. Gravel has been utilized as the flooring of choice, complementing the rough, uncut stone of the walls. Very little has been done to modernize the space, and what light there is comes from candles littered about the room. Along the back wall are a series of pillows for use as seating; large cream-colored cushions on the floor while an assortment of smaller pillows are arranged as a backrest. The space is dark, quiet, and distinctly intimate.

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Dragon

Second In Command To No One Green Toith

Vivid verdant veracity encapsulates this hoyden in brash color, fearless in the face of judgement. Built along stout lines and broad frame, an even coat of green-apple perfection covers her brawny musculature and is her only saving grace from mistaken masculine identity. Smudges of fresh-dirt topsoil accentuate her boxy, bulky brawn: along the lines of a square'd headknob, the heavy edge of neckridge, marking the top of strong shoulders and each blunt paw, tipped with chalky talons. Her markings seem to be the summation of her soul: careless and undaunted, a debutante's nightmare, the very vision of a tomboy.

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Logs

This Month

Title	OOC Date	Cast	Synopsis

2020

Title	OOC Date	Cast	Synopsis
A Game of Goat or Girl. AKA Oddisa is Searched	January 28, 2020	N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	N'sir sneaks down to Keroon to see about getting a goat. What he finds instead is a girl. Whether this was a better choice is yet to be seen.
Mud and Math and Maybe Manipulation aka Tejra is Searched	January 31, 2020	Tejra, R'sner	R'sner finds himself in Xanadu, Toith finds herself some mud, and Tejra finds herself asked an important question (also, there is no manipulation; the player is just fond of alliteration and couldn't come up with anything clever)
First Time for Everything - Egg Touching #1	February 4, 2020	Alexa, Oddisa, R'sner, Tejra, Yaromil	Candidates get to touch some eggs.
Second Egg Touching	February 8, 2020	Alexa, Kate, R'sner, Tejra	A second egg touching for Igen's candidates.
Candidate Chats	February 10, 2020	Katailea, N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	R'sner and N'sir spend an evening chatting with candidates.
Curious Candidate Questions	February 12, 2020	Oddisa, R'sner	Oddisa has some questions for R'sner
Learning Life Lessons	March 4, 2020	Kate, N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	Lack of sleep and high emotions do not go well together.
Baby Steps and Baby Stretches	March 5, 2020	Kate, Oddisa, R'sner	The weyrlings get some wing-stretches in.
Straps and Snacks	March 11, 2020	Kate, N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	The Weyrlings get their first chance to work with leather straps.
Rider's Up! - Weyrling Mounted Lesson	March 12, 2020	Kate, N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	First mounted lesson for the weyrlings
Making A Splash	March 13, 2020	Kate, R'sner	Kate and R'sner discuss the difficulties of being a new weyrling, while Toith and Xinieth enjoy some fun splashing in the lake.
Flying Weyrlings	March 17, 2020	Kate, R'sner	Xinieth takes to the skies for the first time.
Near Miss - Oriapeth's First Time Flying	March 18, 2020	Oddisa, R'sner	Oriapeth has her first flight and it does not go as smoothly as anticipated.
Happy Hunting	March 19, 2020	Kate, Oddisa, R'sner	The weyrlings get to hunt for the first time
Flying Weyrlings	March 26, 2020	Kate, Oddisa, R'sner	Kate and Oddisa get to fly on their dragons for the first time.
Play Ball!	March 27, 2020	Kate, Oddisa, R'sner	Kate and Oddisa play a game.
Kate and Xinieth learn Between	April 1, 2020	Kate, R'sner	Kate and Xinieth learn to go Between
Oddisa and Oriapeth learn Between	April 2, 2020	Oddisa, R'sner	Oddisa and Oriapeth learn Between
The Inevitable Mating Flights Lecture	April 8, 2020	Kate, R'sner	The Mating Flights Lecture
Dancing The Night Away - Weyrling Lesson	April 16, 2020	Kate, N'sir, Oddisa, R'sner	The weyrlings learn how to dance.

2019

Title	OOC Date	Cast	Synopsis
An Offer of Assistance	March 10, 2019	D'lei, N'sir, R'sner, Risali	N'sir and R'sner travel to Xanadu with an offer of assistance from Igen.
The Wolf and Red	March 7, 2019	R'sner, N'sir	A re-imagining of Little Red Riding Hood, as told by R'sner.
Story of the Bandit Lord of Igen	March 9 2019	N'sir, R'sner	N'sir tells R'sner an Igen story
Thirty Three Percent	April 8, 2019	Alexa, N'sir, R'sner	Alexa tries this 'touching' thing a second time with… similar (not good) results.
Real Riders	May 1, 2019	A'eyr, Alexa, R'sner	Alexa and A'eyr become "real" dragonriders when they get to sit on their dragons for the first time.
"The Talk" aka Mating Flights	May 30, 2019	A'eyr, R'sner	R'sner has an awkward conversation with A'eyr about mating flights. (Mature subject warning)

2018

Title	OOC Date	Cast	Synopsis
Dress for Success	June 13, 2018	Ariadne, Nassir, R'sner, Shetaia, Triven	Triven is the victim of a prank gone sour.
Igen Hatching 2018	June 13, 2018	Aria, N'sir, R'que, R'sner, Shetaia, T'ven	Zeraeth and Teimyrth's Clutch Hatches
Ready Player Two	June 15, 2018	R'sner, S'las	S'las has a dilemma. R'sner might be the solution.
Morning make overs!	June 15, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Shetaia, T'ven	T'ven is a troll doll…
The more things change, the more they are the same.	June 15, 2018	R'sner, N'sir	R'sner has words to share.. *takes place right after T'ven is Troll doll*
Quiet Moments	June 16, 2018	N'sir, R'sner	R'sner and N'sir spend a quiet moment alone. (this scene immediately precedes the 'Blinded - weyrling lesson' scene)
Blinded - Weyrling Lesson	June 16, 2018	Aria, N'sir, R'sner, Shetaia, T'ven	The weyrlings play a game of tag. The catch? They must use their dragons eyes to see!
Opinions Vary	June 16, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, T'ven	T'ven receives a distressing letter, N'sir and R'sner discuss influence and opinions
All Aboard? - weyrling lesson	June 22, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, T'ven	T'ven and N'sir take the first steps towards being "real" dragonriders.
First Flights	June 25, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Elianneth, Toith	Elianneth tries out those wings of hers.
Goodnight Moons!	June 26, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Elianneth, Toith	Midnight is the perfect time to fly, and swim, and say goodnight to the moons
Mission Impossible: Steal The Sapling	June 27, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Elianneth, Toith, Ryath	Toith recruits Elianneth for an impossible mission… (spoiler alert: she's adorable)
Sky Bound	June 29, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, T'ven, Aloath, Elianneth, Toith	Aloath takes to the skies for the first time! At it's end, Toith takes to the skies for an altogether different reason.
Into The Black (Going Between!)	July 7, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Elianneth, Toith	A Between lesson, with a pit-stop for lunch and a final surprise destination!
First Flights for T'ven and Aloath	July 8, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, T'ven, Aloath, Elianneth, Toith	T'ven and Aloath take to the skies. Aloath and Elianneth have a very *informative* conversation about socks. (Hint: they're not really talking about socks)
The Art of Rescue? (AKA A Sticky Situation)	July 9, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, T'ven, Aloath, Elianneth, Toith	R'sner rescues N'sir from a dastardly prank. (Disclaimer: language & suggestive content)
Oh Baby.	July 13, 2018	N'sir, R'sner, Valeska, Elianneth, Toith, Mecahisth	Valeska visits to deliver some startling news… (disclaimer: Language)
Proddy Chats	July 14, 2018	Ashwi, N'sir, R'sner, T'ven	R'sner and N'sir catch up with T'ven and Ashwi in the Living Caverns. Poor N'sir is feeling the effects of proddy for the first time.

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