S'ven of Tigereye Tsarinath

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Name: S'ven
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Rank: Tigereyerider/Junior Weyrwoman
Location: Malvok Weyr
Personality: S'ven is a rather caring young man, someone that would do anything for his Weyr. The simple fact that Fort Weyr won't accept the newest colors of dragon has left him with a slight dislike for Fort Riders, but Tsarinath has gotten him to accept that the older Riders might just be frightened of the change. Now, he kind of pities the Fort Riders, but that is far as his pity goes. When it comes to facing off against a Fort Rider, S'ven is a completely different person. Though, if Kaeya comes into the picture, he listens to the woman who outranks him.

When he isn't trying to defend those who Ride his dragon's siblings, S'ven is a playful young man, who is always quick to bring a smile to other's face and laugh along with a joke. He is fun-loving, but stern when it comes to those who Rider under him and Kaeya. The new Weyr will be his home, the new Weyr will be his dragon's home; he wants it to go smoothly. And he will do whatever is necessary to see that it does.

Apperance: S'ven is a rather daunting figure if you don't know him. He stands 6"3' tall and weighs close to 284 pounds. With his shaggy, brown hair and dark brown orbs, he doesn't seem like someone you would want to cross. Yet, as this Tigereyerider starts to speak, you find yourself looking at a wide shoulder man, with long limbs and a wonderful attitude. He's thickly muscled and tough, not you average pansy who doesn't want to get his hands dirty. No, S'ven is right there in the thick of the action, always dressed to do hard labor, in his simple clothing. He only really goes out of his way to look nice when things count or he's going before Weyrleaders or Holdfolk.

History: S'ven, born Seryven, grew up at Fort Weyr. His mother and father were Riders and before the newer colors, he would have never thought himself turning his back on his home Weyr. Yet, between his time Standing on the Sands and being raised by the crechewomen, S'ven found his whole world turned upside down as soon as he Stood at the strange clutch and found himself being tackled by a funny looking Brown?

How dare you insult your Tsarinath, S'ven. I am no Brown, he got as a feminine voice slipped into his mind and took over all the nooks and cracks of his brain for herself. You should feed your Tigereye, S'venMine. And that was the end of that. S'ven had himself a lifeparent and his parents wanted nothing else to do with him. His mother had been the Weyrling Master at the time and she had resigned when he had walked off the Sands with the beautiful Tigereye. His parents hadn't even looked at the young dagonet, nor had their dragons, that had basically helped in raising him, looked at who he had Impressed.

So when it came time for the Weyrlings to move to Mavlok Weyr, S'ven and Tsarinath had been one of the first to help in moving everything. With his Tigereye being so large, they were able to help move things to the Weyr. With the news of Zarinth Rise, Tsarinath and S'ven are ready to find a place to go so that the Amethyst can have her males.

Dragon Information
Name: Tsarinath
Age: 3 Turns
Color: Tigereye - CC7722, 5E2605, & 000000
Brief Personality: Calm and quiet, it is easy to over look this dragon, if it wasn't for her massive size, not bigger than Zarinth, but she easily dwarfs most of the males. Besides the size, Tsarinath doesn't really stand out much, at least until she feels the time has come for her to open her snout and speak. Even though she is the same age as most of those around her, she is very wise beyond her Turns, which gives her a slight edge over the current Weyrwoman's dragon. However, she trusts Amethyst Zarinth with her life, which is why she backs the dragon on all her choices.

Besides being calm and collected 90% of the time, Tsarinath does have a bit of a temper when it comes to those who over step their boundaries. To her, rules and boundaries are set down for a reason and she means to put those who step out of line back in their place. Easily considered a benevolent Queen, she will do what is right for her Weyr, even if that means going against her Fort Weyr siblings.

Brief Apperance: This Tigereye has a striking pattern hide, that starts off with almost a buttery toffee looking hue, which extends to most of her body. About her wings, belly, and tail, there are darker patches of brown that quickly darken to black, giving her almost a dorsal stripe of black along her spine, trailing all the way to her tail, until her tail ends in the buttery toffee that starts her hide off. She is a rather large Tigereye, easily pushing the standards of how big a Tigereye can get. However, she does it in such a way that she looks good with how big she is. Not to bulky and not to slim, she is a nice blend, though her wings do seem a bit to big if you step back and she flares them out for you to notice.

Sample Post:

It is almost time to go, Tsarinath . . . Are you ready, yet? S'ven sent to his dragon, as he looked down from their weyr, watching the other Riders begin to converge upon the Weyr Bowl floor. The day was finally here; they were leaving Fort Weyr and heading to Malvok Weyr. Do not rush me, was the Tigereye's response as she uncoiled herself from her sleeping couch. It had taken him nearly a candlemark to pack things up and now that the time had arrived, S'ven was finding it hard to get his dragon out of bed.

Sighing, S'ven moved back to the large table in the waiting area of his weyr and began looking over his packs once more. There were his clothes, his riding gear, extra saddle straps, jars of oil, bedding, various things that he had collected over the Turns and couldn't bear to part with. "Well, I'm ready to go as soon as you - " he started, turning to find his Tigereye had moved out of her chamber and had her head cocked to the side, regarding him with one swirling orb. "Do I look alright?" he questioned, turning from Tsarinath for a moment. You are a fine Rider . . . You mustn't worry, Tsarinath stated, causing S'ven to blush, as he tried to hide it by bending over a bag and recbuckling the strap. "Come on, Tsarinath . . . Let's finish getting ready to leave. I'm sure Telia can't wait to be rid of us," he stated, turning to find his dragon already stretched out on the ledge, waiting for him to load the bags onto her back.

With the bags loaded, S'ven had Tsarinath go on down to the Bowl floor, while he went around the weyr to make sure he had everything that he wanted. This was hard for him, Fort Weyr was his place of birth, for Faranath's sake, his parents were still at the Weyr! Sighing, S'ven placed his hand on the archway that had caused a knot or two in their day and slowly he moved away from it and toward the stairs that led down to the Bowl floor. This place was no longer his home; Mavlok Weyr was his home now, his Weyr that by being Tsarinath's Rider placed him as Junior Weyrwoman . . . Weyrleader? . . . Weyrman? The titled didn't matter, as long as he served the Weyr well.

Stepping off the stairs, S'ven had to switch from broody self to leader mode, as he found the Bowl to be alive with movement and shuffling bodies. Ordering folk where they needed to be, he found himself back in his element once more, as he found himself being drawn into some sort of relief dance before a Crimson dragon. The Crimsonrider seemed just has hesitant and nervous as he was, but their jest in mocking the Fort Weyr seemed to put them at ease. Before he knew it, he was back before Tsarinath, panting and with a stitch forming in his side. "I'm getting to old for this," he jested, hearing a rumbling laughter from his Tigereye. This was what he wanted, a carefree and enjoyable life at a Weyr that accepted him and the other Riders.

They were truly no different than any other Rider, yet he could see the older Riders watching them pack up their lives from the sidelines and it infuriated him to no end that 3 Turns ago, those Riders had done everything they could to help them in Impressing dragonets, yet this was the guidance they were given. Grunting at the Riders, S'ven placed a loving hand on Tsarinath's claw and leaned into the Tigereye. We will be just fine without the, he sent to his dragon, earning his remark a nod. They would be just fine.

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[Kaeya]

Accepted!