R'mel - WC NPC
Persona Sheet
PERSONA INFORMATION
Name: Radarmel
Pronunciation: Rah-DAR-mel
Nickname: None
Honorific: R'mel
Birthdate: 7.27.2511
Current Age: 32
Gender: Male
Rank: Bronzerider
Birthplace: Cibryen Weyr
Current Location: Cibryen Weyr
Father: R'den, rider of brown Voreth, deceased
Mother: Amella, rider of green Aleth, deceased
Foster-mother: Sarel, Kitchen Cavern Worker, 64, Cibryen Weyr
Siblings:
Peraldon, foster brother, Journeyman Beastcrafter, 39, Bitra
Aled, foster brother, Lower Caverns Worker, 40, Cibryen Weyr
Daraya, foster sister, Kitchen Cavern Worker, 41, Cibryen Weyr
Lania, foster sister, Journeyman Smithcrafter, 44, Crom
Eletta, foster sister, Lower Caverns Worker, 45, Cibryen Weyr
Terad, foster brother, Journeyman Beastcrafter, 47, Cibryen Hold
Children: None known
Significant others: None
PERSONA DESCRIPTION
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180lb
Physical Description: R'mel's dark hair would be curly if he let it grow out of the short crop he keeps it in - while the hairstyle undoubtedly suits him, he wears his hair that way more for reasons of practicality than vanity. Pale green eyes survey the world around him with an air of uninterested implacability, for R'mel rarely allows his true emotions to show in his expression.
Style of dress: For day-to-day wear R'mel favours practical, hard-wearing clothes in dark colours. His nicer garb also follows this dark colour scheme, with the occasional green or red shirt thrown in for variety.
Habits/Hobbies: R'mel's favourite hobby is people-watching. A strange hobby, perhaps, for someone as apparently unsociable and taciturn as he, but R'mel finds people absolutely fascinating, and an endless source of entertainment. One of the worst crimes anyone can commit is, in this bronzerider's opinion, to be boring. The only thing worse than boring is to be both boring and stupid... a thankfully rare combination, as most stupid people at least do interesting things.
Pets: None
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Most people would tell you that R'mel has no sense of humour - he would simply shake his head and reply that they wouldn't appreciate his sense of humour anyway. That sense of humour is rarely seen, and very much on the acerbic side. Through the turns, he has learned the hard way not to share his less flattering observations with anyone other than Seroth; that doesn't mean he's not still making them, though.
Harper by training, charmer by birth, R'mel discovered early on in life that he had a talent for manipulating others. This, coupled with a very low boredom threshold and the firm belief that the role in life of others is to entertain him, can only spell trouble for a lot of people. Harper tricks for captivating an audience and manipulating their emotions to suit the performance are more often than not used by R'mel to irritate or provoke. He likes nothing better than to prod people with sharp sticks, and then sit back, smirk, and watch the metaphorical fireworks.
Despite this, though, he takes his duties as a dragonrider, and a bronzerider at that, very seriously. Work is, in R'mel's opinion, one of the few things in life that is actually interesting the vast majority of the time - work is decidedly not boring, and so worth his full attention. He is obsessively organised with both belongings and schedule, and can become very put out if things do not always go as he planned. Any accusation of slacking off or neglecting duty - whether actual criticism or merely perceived - will not be met with good humour. He has a job, he gets the job done, and maybe later there will be time for fun... perhaps that later comes around less frequently in recent months than he would like, between unexpected Fall and the aftermath of the horrific Twister Fall of 2543, but R'mel sleeps soundly at night knowing that he has done his job to the best of his abilities.
Background/history: Serious is the last word anyone would have used to describe a younger R'mel. He grew up in the Weyr, the unexpected result of his greenrider mother's second ever mating flight. As with many children, both weyrbred and hold-born, young Radarmel's dearest wish was to Impress a dragon and join the ranks of Cibryen's dragonriders. The youngest of Sarel's foster-children by almost seven turns, Radarmel was the indulged baby of the family. His older siblings petted him, coddled him, and were highly amused by the imperious demands of this newest addition to the family, which they usually indulged - perhaps the source of R'mel's belief that other people should provide him with entertainment. The death of Radarmel's biological mother, greenrider Amella, in the first few turns of the Pass had little effect on the boy, as they had never been close.
He apprenticed at 12 to the Weyr's Harper, having set aside childish dreams of dragon wings for what his foster-mother termed "a respectable career". Sarel herself was admittedly relieved to have the last of what had been a large brood of foster-children out from under her wing. Much to Radarmel's surprise he enjoyed learning a Harper's skills, and he settled down to his new life with relative ease. Radarmel did rather well during the turns of his apprenticeship, having both natural charisma and a gift for remembering and analyzing information. Possessed of only a passable singing voice at best and average ability with musical instruments, his talents lay more in the areas of observation and oratory performance - even in the present time a story told by R'mel is not an occasion to be missed, though such events have been few and far between in recent turns. During that time Radarmel also learned several difficult lessons on how to keep a lid on his acerbic sense of humour: or, at least, to refrain from airing his views in public.
But once again life took an unexpected turn, when Radarmel was Searched shortly before his fifteenth birthingday; he accepted the offer to Stand for the next Hatching with an alacrity not at all uncommon in such circumstances, bidding a reluctant farewell to his Harpering career but unable to refuse the manifestation of such a long-held dream.
Radarmel stood on the sands twice before that fateful day in 2529 when bronze Seroth broke free of his shell, and imperiously demanded that his person attend to him *right this minute*, because he had really been waiting far too long for attention. It was a stunned Radarmel who answered this call, leading his new lifemate off the sands and taking for himself the honorific R'mel.
He settled into the Weyrling barracks with little trouble, already acquainted with some of his class through Harper lessons and other activities around the Weyr. R'mel's excellent memory for detail proved a useful boon during weyrling classes - but geography and star-charts were so terribly, terribly boring, and there were so very *many* lessons on them. Much more to R'mel's liking were the ground drills and lectures on dragon care and riding straps... though the actual making of the various sets of straps proved to be most frustrating, and far more difficult than it looked.
Weyrlinghood passed swiftly for the pair, with some relief on young R'mel's part. He had discovered the delights of female companionship some turns before, and the enforced celibacy of weyrling training at times sat uneasy on his shoulders. After graduation he quickly set about making up for lost time - an endeavour which proved to be vastly entertaining. For a short while, at least.
As with nearly everything else, R'mel swiftly grew bored of easy conquests and turned his attention elsewhere, working his way next through the ranks of the Weyr's attached women. His Harper training stood him in good stead; he quickly found that skills intended to catch the attention of an audience and elicit from them a specific reaction worked equally well on the young (and not so young) women of the Weyr. He spent a good few turns both thoroughly exploring this newfound possibility and enjoying the results; inevitably, that too became less interesting after a while. Initially, provoking the ire and irritation of his fellow males was merely a terribly entertaining side bonus, but it wasn't long before R'mel turned it into a hobby all on its own - one that still keeps him amused even in the present day.
When R'den, rider of brown Voreth and R'mel's father, was lost to Thread in 2539, his son mourned his passing only as the loss of a good wingrider. With both dragonrider parents meeting the same gruesome end, R'mel made up his mind that *he* certainly would not be following in their footsteps in this particular aspect. Determined not to meet the same fate, R'mel has set aside most of his more impulsive tendancies in favour of buckling down and doing some hard work - a task he is eminently capable of when he sets his mind to it.
DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Seroth
Color: Bronze
Weyr/Age Impressed: Cibryen Weyr - 17
Date Hatched/Sire/Dam: 04.11.2529 - Gold Kriyeth/Bronze Duelith
Size/Wingspan: 38ft/57ft
Physical Description: Darker in colour than most other bronzes, Seroth is very striking to look at - perhaps this is the source of his large ego, perhaps not. R'mel usually votes for 'not'.
The lightest colour on Seroth's body is a tarnished shade of copper that covers both his his head and tail. The same copper shade is also present along the edges of his wings, where it fades into a burnished brown half-way along the wingsails, and thence to a dark bronze colour through his shoulders and body. The top half of Seroth's neck is the same bronze shade as his body, gradually fading into the tarnished copper colour that covers his head and the underside of his neck.
Personality: Seroth possesses an ego bigger than the entire Weyr - bigger than the entire continent, R'mel has been heard to say on occasion. Seroth knows all too well that he is amongst the larger of the Weyr's bronzes, and very striking in appearance to boot - though he prefers the term 'pretty', thank you very much. Vain and obsessively fastidious about his appearance, Seroth will frequently commandeer his rider's attention for hours to be sure he is properly bathed, scrubbed and oiled... at enough of a distance from any other dragons bathing that he doesn't have to swim in their dirty water, of course.
In Seroth's expert opinion, the worst crime any individual can commit is to be boring - an opinion that he has in common with his rider. Boring, by Seroth's definition, is anyone who is rude, unsociable, or who fails to fit his personal definition of 'pretty'. This definition is frequently subject to change, depending on the individual in question - all the interesting markings in the world won't make you pretty if Seroth dislikes you, as anyone he doesn't get along with is designated 'not pretty' by default, irregardless of their appearance.
CRAFTER INFORMATION
Craft: Harper
Rank: Apprentice
Turns in craft: 2
Date/Age Apprenticed: 2523/12
Studied under: Various
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People mentioned in Background:
Aled, foster brother, Lower Caverns Worker, 40, Cibryen Weyr
Amella, mother, rider of green Aleth, deceased
Daraya, foster sister, Kitchen Cavern Worker, 41, Cibryen Weyr
Eletta, foster sister, Lower Caverns Worker, 45, Cibryen Weyr
Lania, foster sister, Journeyman Smithcrafter, 44, Crom
Peraldon, foster brother, Journeyman Beastcrafter, 39, Bitra
R'den, father, rider of brown Voreth, deceased
Sarel, foster mother, kitchen worker, Cibryen Weyr
Terad, foster brother, Journeyman Beastcrafter, 47, Cibryen Hold
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