BRONZE RIDER TH'MIAN

Persona : Th'mian (Thormian)
Writing Status : ONPC
Age : 16
Gender : Male
Rank/Craft : Bronze Rider
Residence : Thread's End Weyr

Physical Description : Th'mian started early on a growth spurt and his lanky frame has filled out with muscles nicely thanks to the hard physical exercises during weyrling training. He looks older than he is, which has worked to his advantage several times already, and has slightly colored skin that rapidly takes on a fairly dark complexion when it is exposed to sunlight, hinting at his mother's Igen desert bloodline. He used to wear his thick, dark brown hair in long waves around his neck and shoulders, but had it cut short in dragonrider fashion when he and Morlith started flight training. His eyes are a gold-flecked gray-green, nicely contrasting his skin and matching his hair's golden streaks which it tends to develop in the sun.

Personality : Th'mian is a dreamer. During his childhood, he used to spend whole days without moving, just sitting in his favorite spot and staring at the clouds, forming pictures and stories from their shapes. His favorite dream subjects were dragons, and sometimes he could be caught talking to his imaginary dragon friends who accompanied his every step in his dreams and blooming fantasy since his early childhood.

He's intelligent and inventive, but not very fond of having to study or work and tends to be downright lazy when it comes to these two things. The concept of having to do something to earn his living has not yet fully entered his young mind. Impressing bronze Morlith saved him from the decision what to do with his life, but he now has to realize that becoming a dragonrider might be the hardest job of all that Pern can offer.

Th'mian's generosity towards himself as well as others has won him many friends but also brought him into trouble quite often in the past when he interpreted the class schedule a little bit too lax or carelessly spent his father's marks for a temporary infatuation with yet another new trend at the Harperhall. He hates being reprimanded though and tries hard to avoid confrontations. Where a confrontation is unavoidable, he is quick to apologize so that most people can't manage to hold a grudge against him for a very long time.

Life Story : Thormian was born to harper Tamerion and his wife Dajaneera at Fort Harperhall shortly after his father walked the tables to attain his mastery. He grew up with his older brothers all going into the harpercraft and was soon pressured by his father to follow their example. As much as he loved music, he felt overwhelmed by his family's expectations and often sought refuge at his sister's apprentice chamber in the Healerhall. Being a girl and not very talented in music, she had managed to escape their father's narrow view of which path his children were supposed to follow.

After his sister walked the tables and left Fort as a Journeywoman Healer, Thormian had to endure more and more conflicts with his demanding father and his brothers. The situation escalated after a visit to a Hatching at the Weyr where he declared that _his_ future would be to become a dragonrider. This caused his ambitious father to try even harder to press him into his own ideas of his son's proper future.

When the family was hit by the death of his grandfather in Igen, Thormian was left at Fort without any support against his demanding father as his mother Dajaneera went to help her mother tend to the small desert hold she lived in. On top of his own struggles he was stressed by his father's and his brothers' accusations against his sister, blaming her for failing as a healer and causing the death of their grandfather she had tended to since his stroke a turn earlier. The constant squabble was too much for him to bear, and one night he sneaked off to the Weyr, intent on finding peace and his own place in life without being told by anyone how he was expected to act and to think and constantly being accused of failing to live up to those expectations.

Thormian managed to talk one of the dragonriders into taking him to Nerat, claiming he had family over there that he urgently needed to see. Far away from home he quickly ran out of marks and got second thoughts about the wisdom of his actions. When one of the Hold's boys told him he'd soon be moving south with his family to a place where the forests would be rich as fruit gardens and they could live from the trees without ever having to work again, Thormian decided that this sounded exactly like the place where he wanted to go. Scraping his last marks together, he took the next passage south that he could get.

The dream of his life seemed to come true as he was Searched to stand for a clutch at Thread's End Weyr. The excited boy ran around for days with a silly smile plastered on his face, but his enthusiasm quickly evaporated as he was left standing in front of five eggs that would never hatch. They fell victim to the hurricane flooding the Hatching Caverns a sevenday earlier, and Thormian couldn't help the nagging feeling of guilt that he should have worked harder to help save those eggs.

He wouldn't have dreamed in his wildest dreams that he would get a second chance just a short time later. Golden Tarmath accepted him as a candidate for her clutch, incubating in the hot sands of a makeshift hatching cavern outside of the Weyr, and on second try he Impressed her first hatchling.

Dragon's Name : Morlith
Dragon's Colour : Bronze
Dragon's Age : 2 (TEW36-2)
Sire and Dam : Bendeth/Tarmath
Age of Rider at Impression : 14

Dragon's Description : Morlith's hide is a rich, dark shade of bronze, gleaming with a hint of copper undertones if the sun catches it at the right angle. He was already large for a dragonet when he hatched and grew quickly, keeping his rider busy with the oil paddle during weyrlinghood. After reaching his full size, he now stands taller than most of his fellow bronzes at the Weyr with a wingspan more than twice as wide as the length of most fully-grown blue dragons.

Dragon's Personality : Like all hatchlings, the young bronze spent most of his weyrling time napping or eating or demanding that someone please take care of that itch on his skin. In the moments in between those 'activities', he proved to be a playful (albeit clumsy) and easily amused dragonet, every day discovering new things he enjoyed to do. He loves watching the firelizards play and tried to join them even before he had learned to fly. After taking to the air, flying became a passion that he shared deeply with his rider, and the two of them constantly try to improve on their flying skills. While a talented and increasingly skilled flyer in the air, Morlith's clumsiness on the ground hasn't improved much and his aerial acrobatics occasionally end in a crash-landing. Upon completion of his first turn, the young bronze started showing intense interest in his green clutchmates and has since won an increasing number of mating flights, on occasion much to his rider's embarrassment. Morlith hates it when people argue and croons unhappily for as long as it takes to convince his rider to go and break up that argument. Music on the other hand can put him into contented sleep in an instant.

Last updated on 5-Oct-03.