S'yth Weyrling of Crimson Oroibeth

[Akira]

Character

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Username: Akira
Character Number: 2

Name: Sayth {SS'yth}
Age: 20 {Spring}
Rank: Crimson Weyrling
Weyr: Renegade Camp Weyr
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:

Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 6'3"
Approximate Weight: 174 {Medium Build}

S’yth is twenty years old, is six foot three, and weights one hundred and seventy-four pounds with a medium build. He has dark green eyes, and spikey blond hair. He is a surprisingly tall young man with plenty of muscles. The thing most people don’t know about is hair, is that it is naturally spikey and that despite not always looking it, it is always surprisingly clean. His dark green eyes seem to glow with an eternal, dark flame. People have said that looking into his eyes sends cold shivers racing up and down their spines, and gives them goose-bumps all over their skin. Others have said that looking into his eyes, and the flame that lies within, is like looking into the eyes of the devil, and that they are emotionless, soulless pits of hatred. He has a tattoo on his right arm that starts at his elbow and ends on his shoulder that is in the shape of a flame.

Personality:

Likes:

• Blood
  
• Death
  
• Winning
  
• Oroibeth
  
• Quiet

Dislikes:

• Loosing
  
• Lots of Noise
  
• Bullies
  
• Felines
  
• Stuck Up People

Fears:

• Dying
  
• Loosing Oroibeth
  
• Giving Up

Goals:

• Becoming Stronger
  
• Learning As Much As Possible
  
• Completing His Goals

Description:
S’yth is a very observant person, who has a “thing” against bullies. Whenever he sees someone picking on another person, he flips. He becomes enraged and will do anything in his power to help those who cannot help themselves. It isn’t so much that he wants to hurt the bully, but that he wants to teach them that what they are doing isn’t right, and that if they want to pick a fight, pick one with someone their own size. He has some pretty strange, and…disturbing interests. He has a tendency to be as stubborn as a donkey and will not, for anything, change his mind when he sets it on something. Well, there is one thing that can change his mind…that would be his crimson dragon. He also likes to have peace and quiet so he can study to become a very powerful being. After all, he believes that to be the best, one must know everything they can about everything.

S’yth doesn’t like to lose, and has a tendency to hold a grudge. So it is wise to avoid any competition that involves any chance of him loosing. He also doesn’t like felines, and believes that they are worthless pieces of fur. He also doesn’t like people that think that they are better than everyone else when they haven’t even done a single day’s hard work. So if you are one of those people, it is best to avoid him at as much as possible. He is afraid of dying, or loosing Oroibeth, and even has nightmares about those things. But the only living creature that knows about these nightmares is his dragon, and neither one of them are willing to tell anyone about them either. That is why he is so afraid of giving up, and why he works so hard to become the best he can, and why he trains so hard.

Bonded

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Bonded'sName: Oroibeth
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Male
Bonded's Hex Codes:
ff0000, 9e0b0f, a29595, 642323, and 7a0026
Bonded's Size in Feet: 49ft.
Bonded's Age: 15 Months
Clutch Parents: Gold Beth x Grayscale Anseith
Bonded's Personality:
Generally observant with a love to learn, he is a very noble creature with a need to look out for those who are smaller than him. He is, however, with all of his color, easily angered. He has a habit of lashing his tail or even biting his own lip in order to try to control it. He is extremely out going in most cases and will drag his rider along on every adventure. He loves glory and power and believes himself worthy of being a Weyrking...though he has yet to catch a queen at this time. He is rather full of himself from tiem to time...but don't let it fool you...He has a soft side that is just as notorious as his big bad fighter side.

Bonded's Appearance:
Oroibeth is on the smaller end of the crimson range, and is pretty lithe in build with unusually large wings. His large wings help him stay in the air longer than normal, but for some strange reason, his wings don’t hinder his agility as much as one might think. I mean, he’s not as agile as a dragon his size would be if they had normal sized wings, but he is still pretty close to that. He has a typical red in color with markings of maroon, blood red, and rogue red. In all it makes him look very unique and in the right eyes and light, very handsome. He keeps his greyish head held high and proud, same with his red tail. He walks with an eloquent pride that makes him look older than he really is. There are times when he really does look like the king he truly believes he can be.

Mind-Voice:
S'yth Mine, we must train now.
Oroibeth’s voice is surprisingly deep for a dragon of his size, and is usually gentle on one’s mind. His voice is almost always stern, even when he’s being playful, which isn’t very often. But when he is really happy, or being playful, the sternness of his voice lowers, and the lightness of it can be heard more than normal. But when he upset it takes on a very dark quality, and becomes very harsh. At times that harshness can even make his own rider try his hardest to block it out. So it isn’t wise to make this crimson dragon upset.

History

Sayth was born in Antaris Weyr as a weyrbrat, and never know who his parents were. All he knew about them is that they were both higher ranking dragon riders. Well, that’s what he always dreamed anyways. As he got older, more and more about his parents became revealed to him. His parents were actually very low ranking riders, which made him feel like he was a low ranking weyrbrat. He didn’t actually find this out until he was thirteen turns old. He confronted his blue riding father, and learned that he had been named after his mother’s father’s dragon who had died during thread fall trying to defend the Weyr, and that they had decided not to raise him themselves because they believed that if he didn’t actually know who his parents were, he might have had a better life, but since he had found them out, the man wanted to try and start a relationship with his son.

Needless to say the only thing that didn’t completely upset the teen was that he was named after a bronze dragon that had been killed defending his home. He flat out refused his father’s offer of starting a relationship with him, and after that day, Sayth did his best to avoid the man as much as possible. When he turned fifteen, he finally found the chance that he had been waiting for, for two turns. He ran away from the Weyr, and found a blue rider from the Renegade Camp Weyr. He spoke to the man, and his dragon, and soon enough, he became a candidate for the Renegades. He waited four turns before he finally stood for a clutch. Don’t misunderstand him, he had more than that one chance, but he chose to wait until he felt he was ready. Which it turned out that none of the hatchlings wanted him anyways.

He stood tall and proud as he waited for a hatchling that might choose him, which meant he watched quite a few others impress before he finally got his chance. A small crimson male hatched from his almost black egg, from what he can remember the egg that held this little crimson was the one that looked like it was bleeding. Now back to the hatching, for some reason, Sayth found that he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the red hatchling with the strange markings. He was well aware of more than one other egg hatching, but he just couldn’t pull himself to look away. It seemed that the little hatchling couldn’t look away from him either. They stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was really only a little more than a minute. Then the red hatchling started to make his way to the candidates, hissing all the while.

S’YTH! Why have you not come to feed and clean your Oroibeth?! The deep, hissing voice of the crimson hatchling assaulted the young man’s mind. Sayth…no, he was S’yth now, stared wide-eyed at the hatchling that was now twining his tail around his legs. I am sorry Oroibeth, I wasn’t aware you wanted me to come to you. You could have told me sooner that you wanted me to come to you. He smiled and patted the small male’s head before making his way over to the feeding area, and quickly fed the ravenous hatchling. After making triple sure that his dragon was completely full, he led his crimson over to where the oil and rags were, and quickly set to work cleaning the red hide. During this entire time, the two of them were talking, and learning more about each other than they probably wanted to know that early in their partnership. The two of them have become practically inseparable in the fifteen months that they have been together, and have yet to miss a single lesson, and that is just how they both like it. They are both working as hard as possible to succeed, and become the greatest rider and dragon pair they can be.

[Atra]