T'ruin and Sucybith }{ Greenrider

[weirdo]

Username: Weirdo
Character Number: Two
Name: T'ruin
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual, but he isn't really interested right now.
Rank: Greenrider
Wing: Bloody fang wing.
Status: Grumpy- I mean, healthy.
Appearance: T'ruin hardly looks like the prince to Sucybith's princess. Rather, he looks like a man whose had hard times. T'ruin's not the type to sit back and let the higher ranking riders do all the fun stuff.
Personality: T'ruin doesn't like people. It isn't anything personal, not really. It isn't that he's shy, or that he likes to hide away. It's just that he finds everyone around him to be ridiculously stupid. Others are treated with disdain and disgust, even when Sucybith tries to encourage him to open up a bit. He doesn't even hide from crowds, because though T'ruin would never admit it, a part of him enjoys shooting others down and generally being a jerk.

Sarcasm is his main way of communicating, and even when T'ruin agrees with someone he's perfectly willing to snark at them. All plans are met with disdain and aloof amusement, and it's no wonder T'ruin drives everyone insane with his bad attitude. It doesn't help that he's probably one of the most cynical riders in the Weyr. Just ask him what he thinks of all this tension between Weyrs! Or about the new, upcoming clutch. It'll be sad.

T'ruin's disdain of others has also extended to what some would consider insubordination. Oh, he knows to keep his head down and his mouth shut when the Weyrleader or Weyrwoman is speaking, but T'ruin is one of the first to point out when he thinks they're being dumbasses. He might tread carefully enough not to get in serious trouble, but his behavior borders on disrespect.
History:
Family:
G'ran of Alinoirozilith (Bronzerider, deceased at 72)
Illiria (Cook, 68)
Half-siblings (maternal)
Dia (28, moved to Cliff Hold and married)
Half-siblings (paternal)
S'cio of Snjizolmeoth (Bluerider, 40)
Full siblings
Nola of Njikolith (Greenrider, 30)
Nephews
Darilno (8, Dia)
Kiolno ( 4, Dia)
Niece
Tilla (10, Nola)

[weirdo]

You pretty pups all over the city
I have your hearts and you have my pity
Pretty is nice but still
It's just pretty
Perfect, my dears
Is me

Name: Sucybith
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Green/Wingrider
Code: 8DB600
Status: Fabulous.
Size: Twenty feet long.
Appearance:
Personality: There's one thing you mustn't ever doubt where Sucybith is concerned. She is a lady, and as far as she is concerned she behaves as one should. Every movement is poise and grace, every word carefully measured before she speaks. She's always so careful to keep her temper hidden, to cover her barbs with honey so one doesn't even feel the sting. In her own mind, dainty little Sucybith is the queen bee. She's obsessed with her own reputation, obsessively grooming and trimming it until it fits her best... and the snipping a little more. It goes without saying that Sucybith is possessed of a wit and a sharp tongue.

She's an arrogant beast, one who loves being told just how perfect she is. She'd watch herself in the mirror everyday, if she could. This arrogance lends her an extremely selective memory, picking and choosing what suits her best. Like, she'll remember that T'ruin promised to take her swimming, but not that he said she had to complete her drills first.

That's not to say that Sucybith is a mean dragon. In fact, quite the opposite. She can be surprisingly generous and kind when it suits her, but she has a tendency to only show her soft side to her 'clique' and her rider. Of course, those she will guard with her life and quickly warn away any that would bother them. She can become quite ferocious when those she cares for are threatened, considering she'd give up anything for them. She's the loyal type. Sucybith is a mother hen through and through. She enjoys seeing her clique happy and healthy, and will do her best to keep them that way. From bringing T'ruin herdbeasts ('Mine, honestly, you will never be beautiful like me if you never eat!") to tracking down her wingmates to make sure they're getting enough sleep, Sucybith will stick her nose into everyones business to make sure they're happy and healthy.

She's quite the actress... and puts this talent to work by overreacting to everything. It isn't uncommon for her to fake a heat stroke when she thinks T'ruin has been overworking himself, or to stage fake arguments in order to get out of awkward conversations. There were even events as a weyrling when the green 'fainted' in class.

She's an absolute gossip monger, but her poor memory means that she has to find others to keep her secrets for her. Usually T'ruin is her back up for all the juicy gossip in the Weyr, and it's something he obviously hates. When Sucybith knows there is secret keeping about, she will stop at nothing to get to the bottom of it. She needs dirt to have on people!

Mindvoice: Honey is the perfect term for this greens voice. Warm and sweet and a bit sticky. Sucybith's voice holds an accent that, if she lived on earth, could only be described as posh. Her voice brings to mind wine and other such things the wealthy lord holders enjoy, of class and culture and music. Her voice never raises above normal, polite speaking tone... but when the green is angry, it becomes almost sickeningly sweet.

Egg: ROSES AND PERFUME Egg
Hatching Scene:

Torluin was becoming bored with this hatching, especially as he noted that all the larger eggs had hatched. Two bronzes, no gold, three browns. A rather good haul, if the candidate said so himself. There had been many greens and blues, of course, but they were of such little note that he didn't even bother counting them. He would get a bronze, he would live up to his fathers expectations. It was his duty, after all.

You don't want me? A hurt voice slid into his head, and all at once Torluin felt as if someone has poured warm water over his head. Not necessarily a bad feeling, the teenager thought dazedly as his head jerked down so that brown eyes could meet with rainbow. Between the rainbows exploding in his skull, Torluin realized that the creature winding around his legs was mocking him. Ah, you hurt me so, my pet. Female laughter echoed in his school, and Torluin would have shoved her away if not for the glorious feeling spreading through his body.

"I'm..."

Speak up, pet! I can't hear you above all these people who are cheering at my arrival! The green untangled herself from his legs, spreading her wings open to dry them and giving a soft, coy trill to the crowd. All these people, here to see little Sucybith? Of course! Why else would they arrive to the hatching!

"I'm not your sharding pet, you overgrown firelizard!" Turluin managed to find his voice, and was met with shocked silence for a moment. Then, more laughter echoed in his school as a strong head butted him in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto his back. A thin paw was placed on his chest, rainbow eyes locking on his.

Perhaps not, My T'ruin. But you are mine and I am yours.

He'd never dreamed he'd have been so happy to see a green dragon.
Parentage: Two NPCs.