Handsome is as Handsome Does

[Caderell]

♣♣Terry♣♣

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Dubbance♣Beasthealer-Journeyman Rider T'ance

Turns♣Twenty-six

Gender♣Male

Sexuality♣Bisexual--currently not interested in a relationship.

Residing in♣Northern Weyr

Under his Skin♣A sweet boy, he's rather outgoing and often very chatty--not a shy bone in his body. However, he's very sensitive and his happy nature can be deflated to a dejected puppy appearance. His "puppy dog eyes" are priceless and irrisistable. He has a habit of being oblivious to flirtacious advances, which occasionally is insulting to the flirt. While willing to do anything for anyone--just about--if he is being used and realizes it, he is capable of turning a majority of people against said person. Usually it takes Rinith or someone else to notice he's being used, though.

First Impressions are Everything♣Muscular, as most Riders are, he could be considered quite handsome, with strong facial features and pronounced abdomen. His grin is contagious, his chimney-sweep black hair, well-matched with a semi-dark complexion, cut in an attractively short style with just enough curl to keep it looking 'perky'. He and Dresilda share the twinkle in their eyes--those his are more gold-green than hazel--and their odd accent, faint though it may be. His face is never quite clean-shaven, always a bit of a stubble there, but it suits him. Like all the men on his mother's side, he seems incapable of growing a real beard--or mustache, for that matter--like his father's.
In appearance, he may be mistaken for a smith; powerful arms, the usual dark skin developed from times spent near the bellows, but he could also be seen as a Runner--his legs are long and muscular, he himself tall and, while not lean enough to be a sprinter, he appears to have a high endurance level--something required for long-distance runs. However, if seen with Runnerbeasts, it is not longer a question as to his Craft; a Beastmaster at heart, this former Journeyman Beasthandler, who never quite gave up his old Craft, is a softy under what should have seemed like a harsh exterior, as is shown in his white-toothed grin and bright eyes.

Beloved♣Runnerbeasts, Herdbeasts and the likes have a special place in his heart and he's skilled with them, though not as much as his sister(except when it comes to Healing) who, by skill alone, should have been made a Beastmaster herself instead of a Harper--he'd never say as much to her, however; she loved Harpering, and he couldn't deny that her songs were quite the pretty things, and her voice irrisistable. The mention of her singing can, in fact, make him sigh with longing.
His 'baby sister' Dresilda is probably his top priorty, next to Rinith. She has always been, and always will be, his chosen charge. She is the only one in all of Pern who could step all over him, with him in full knowledge of it, and he wouldn't give a flying shard. Well, he'd be hurt, but he'd do anything for her, no matter what.

Despised♣Some traumitizing experience or another led him to be all but terrified of wherries. They are not, in any way, 'liked' by him. He sees them as monsters, nothing more, nothing less. He even refuses to eat a roasted wherry unless it's been sliced up and no longer looks anything like a wherry.

Eccentric Specialties♣For reasons beyond comprehension, he has an odd... Ability. Occasionally, in fleeting moments and flashes, he can see--or hear--firelizard 'speech.' A bit like a broken radio picking up a few transmissions. It's never helped him, nor hindered him. In fact, he just ignores it, for the most part.((Sort of like.. Haf... lol Sorry, doesn't seem like it's really.. Anything of use. He can't talk to all flitters, and he can't even hear all flitters--just particularly vocal ones. ))
A Master Beasthealer with the rank markings of a journeyman one--he's never gotten around to going to have them changed, though he's had the summonings sent to him--he's highly skilled with medicines and bandagings for most any animal.

Relatives♣
Mother♥Beast-journeyman Mardra
Father♥Beastmaster Vincent
Brother(older)♥Beast-journeyman Mikel
Brother(younger)♥Apprentice Beasthealer Jimmeth
Sister(younger)♥Harper Journeyman, Dragon Candidate Dresilda

Historocally Speaking♣When he was born, his family was at a Gather vaguely in the area of Ruatha, selling Runnerbeasts and betting on their beasts in the races. Three flitters had come to watch, two Azurites and a Copper--his mother, Mardra, decided then that, someday, he was going to be someone.
When he was twenty-one, he was Searched and dragged off to the weyr, arriving just in time to be late for the Hatching where he deemed himself unworthy and chose to sit in the Stands--after all, weren't twenty-one Turn olds too old to Stand? {To see what happened, read the Scrap in Time, also known as the Sample Post}
He was instated as an official Bluerider a little less than a year later, to his and Rinith's delight, and they decided that, first chance they got, they would Search Dresilda. Unfortunately, that got put off for two years; two years during which poor T'ance fell in and out of love with the Weyrwoman in secret--he finally settled on being in love, and out of Denial; but he hides it well, though "hiding it" mainly entitles avoiding her. Whenever he gets the stupid idea in his head of trying to win her heart, he and Rinith go flying, far away, then sit and talk for hours on end. Thankfully, he's very good at hiding the reason behind these expeditions from everyone--even his sister.
He has been training as a Healer for two Turns, something to distract him from his aching heart, and is rather skilled, though still only an Apprentice--his master decided that he was made for healing dragons and beasts, but if she ever saw him doing anything more than assisting to help a human before she made his a journeyman, she would tie him to a stake and burn him alive. And he believed her.

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He was supposed to Stand on the Sands. He knew he was supposed to; but he didn't really want to be here. Especially since this was what Dresilda wanted, though she'd never actually voiced it. He felt so guilty for taking her dream! He hadn't even bothered to put the robe on, just come to watch the Hatching. He had faith in the fact that no dragon in his right mind was about to Impress to him; he was too old!
He sighed, moving through the crowd to settle himself in a knook, shadowed and hidden from the world. There were so many people, it made him feel... claustrophobic. He'd never been around so many people, except at a Gather. Odd, he never felt like this when he was at a Gather...
To his annoyance, his stomach took to growling. As if he didn't have enough problems as it was. Besides, hadn't he just eaten?
Shut up! I'll feed you later! he snapped at it finally. The growling subsided some, to his surprise.
Then a voice so full of misery and hurt filled his mind that he nearly cried right then and there. Is... Sorry? Not want your Rinith? Will... Leave...[/color] He watched in horror as the Queen's head turned to the little blue who was seated at the bottom of the Stands, staring into a dark knook with sorrowful eyes. She moaned sadly as he prepared to leap between. Suddenly, out of the shadows, a boy leapt to his feet.
"No!" T'ance shrieked, throwing up his hands. Unfortunately for him, he'd misjudged his balance and, when he tried to run down to stairs to Rinith, he tripped over his own feet and tumbled, head-over-heel, down the steps. He'd chosen a seat amazingly--and thankfully--close to the Sands, otherwise he would most probably have suffered quite a bit of damage from that perilous fall. Instead he just got some bruises and the wind knocked out of him.
Laying at the bottom of the steps in a dazed heap, that perfect voice, now full of worry and confusion, breathed through his mind, T'ance? T'ance? Not hurt, are you? Up! Please, up![/color] He made himself sit up and put his arms about the Azurite.
"No, no I'm fine, Rinith," he whispered.
Relief flooded through him from the dragonet as Rinith said, with the dramatic exasperation of a child, Good. Your Rinith is hungry and cannot wait til later, 'less something else more important than growly tummy.[/color]
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♣♣The Azurite King♣♣[/font][/size]
Alias♣Rinith

Turns♣Three

Hot or Not?♣A dark, slate-blue Azurite, his wings are abnormally large and his body built more serpentine, giving him an advantage in flight. His long legs give him a cat-like appearance and, on the occassions when he hunts at night, he can be seen stalking his prey on the ground, like a large cat. A very large cat. Like, the biggest cat ever. Like.. A sphinx. A freaking huge gryphon.
As far as dragons go, he's not exceptionally large--nor small. He's a happy medium, thank you very much.

It's What's in the Heart♣Though he's a swift flyer, he's never caught a female in Flight; he's never been particularly tempted, it seems, and, though he can't resist the challenge, often ends up just enjoying the thrill of flying and being One with his Rider. He's a curious fellow, with an odd personality. As Dresilda once put it, "Inside his jester exterior is a big softy, just like you, Terry! But, inside the softy is just a fool." Fool used in the sense of 'jester;' this Azurite is actually highly intelligent, though he doesn't act a bit like it. Acts like a dratted moron sometimes, as a matter of fact.

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