t'heo & donnaganth

[shayde]

t'heo & donnaganth
singing a love song, words of a stranger

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alias ♥ shayde
character number ♥ one

name ♥ T'heo
age ♥ twenty-two
sexuality ♥ bisexual
rank ♥ brownrider
wing ♥ black cloud

eye & hair color ♥ gray & dark brown
height & weight ♥ 5'9" & 177 lbs
play-by ♥ James Marsden
other appearance details ♥ Judging by appearance alone, T'heo would seem to be a very well put-together young man from a classy background and with high aspirations for himself. He carries himself with all the poise and posture of a proper gentleman, confident of himself. Thus, it is not a far stretch of the imagination to paint him in this light - well, before actually making his acquaintance that is.

After turns of his youth spent cropping his hair to nothing short of a buzz cut, he promptly decided once out of training that the look did him little justice. Now it creeps just past his ears in loose, tousled curls and insists on being stubbornly cow-licked despite T'heo's efforts.

His hairline dips low into a widow's peak, outlining a face with strong, sharp features comprised of angles and planes. Spindly scars over the bridge of his nose and above his right brow gives him what he assures himself is character. They aren't the only scars he possesses by far given his lifestyle but they are the only ones he's willing to flaunt.

He certainly isn't the tallest of young men in the Weyr, and that over the turns has tended to give him a bit of a height complex. T'heo's not all that fond of having to look up to people when speaking to them and gets grumpy over any height-related jab. A little childish, perhaps, as he should have learned by now to brush it off. This paired with a lean, thin physique and it doesn't look like he's progressed much from his teenage turns. It is, for him, very discouraging.

With eyes as unique as his, he doesn't have much trouble attracting attention. A steely gray in color, they are framed by long, dark lashes yet even aside from that is their highly expressive nature. Ever do they have the mischievous bounce of a boy that hasn't been outgrown just yet. For those who know him, it's become his trademark look - a perpetual smirk that doesn't make it past his eyes.

personality attributes ♥ promiscuous » self-indulgent » reckless » mischievous » extrovert » charming » egotistical
other personality details ♥ T'heo's personality is his escape from the shadows of his older siblings. As the youngest, he compensates by being the most outspoken and the least conforming. When it comes down to things, he takes very little into consideration aside from his own gains. Drinking, gambling, pretty bed warmers - his own wants and needs take precedent in a too often one-track mind. He is a man of opportunities and he is quick to snatch any and all that come his way.

Any attention is good attention and that is perhaps the reason why he hasn't outgrown boyish pranks and general mischief - because it draws attention. Of course that usually brings mopping the floors of the dining hall of other tedious chores as punishment with it, but the glamor has yet to be outshone by that particular form of deterrence. He's impulsive, bores easily and compensates by engaging in any sort of thrill-seeking behavior that can get the adrenaline pumping.

Rarely anything serious - unless it has to do with him - is ever taken seriously and T'heo has the terrible tendency of being short-sighted - consequences don't matter in the here-and-now world that he exists. T'heo's the type of person you'd want to simply push aside as being immature and a bad influence but he's charming and compelling and can and always does manage to find company (or accomplices).

The charisma is an assurance that somewhere in there, he has the marks of a leader, but opposes the responsibility that comes with it. After all, T'heo barely manages to make it on time to wing practices, couldn't be punctual to save his life and has a difficult time staying focused with things that aren't on his agenda. Safe to say, he's a bit of a disappointment (and a pain) to everyone but himself. Faranth knows his opinion counts most - to him anyway.

T'heo's got a strong personality and resolve - it's how he was able to both Impress and keep Donnaganth in line but he's emotional and sometimes rash, finding it particularly difficult to be otherwise. He wears his heart on his sleeve so no one has to take a stab in the dark to try to figure him out.

Every layer of T'heo is right out in the open. If there is one thing he isn't, it's a liar - he says exactly what he means and at times, his brain and mouth aren't connected. T'heo has never fully grasped the concept by himself that emotion is rarely a motivator one should act on and must be sternly reminded what a good and bad idea is with a huge line in the sand. It has never been one of his stronger suits

history ♥ From the time he was young, T'heo had always had high expectations dropped on his shoulders. He was the youngest of three children and the son of the accomplished bronzerider K'vel. With two older siblings, M'tias and Serafina, any triumph he made was constantly overlooked. He simply never managed to be as impressive as his brother or sister.

It did take its toll on him, no doubt, but instead of becoming outrightly bitter, T'heo turned to a life of deviant Weyrbrat behavior, spending his time getting into trouble or in the company of the more sociable dragons of the Weyr whom, like all starry-eyed Weyrbrats, he found perfectly fascinating.

M'tias at twelve was the first to stand for Impression when T'heo had only just turned eight. K'vel was quite sure that his oldest son would Impress a bronze . After all, M'tias was everything that a bronze looked for in a rider - he was infallible leadership material. He did not disappoint his father and Young T'heo watched with Serafina and K'vel from the stands as a remarkable bronze hatchling proclaimed M'tias as His. T'heo was quite sure his father couldn't possibly have been prouder.

For T'heo's first clutch at twelve, he Stood with Serafina, who hadn't had such luck with the previous four clutches. However, the only dragon that even glanced his way uncertainly was a small green who eventually stumbled on past. He was crestfallen but all was not completely lost. Serafina, who was steadfast to the end, managed to Impress a scarlet red dragonet. T'heo walked out empty-handed.

So as it was, T'heo didn't have luck on his side until he was nineteen, when his father had began to think that his youngest would never Impress any substantial color. Most of his time and effort was spent on M'tias and Serafina, who had proven that they were dragonrider material. Disparaging as it may have been for T'heo, he still clung to the hope that eventually there would be a dragon for him. After all, he still had three turns left before he would be labeled as being too old to Stand, and there had to be some worthwhile trait in him. After all, how different could he be from his brother and sister?

The pressures of Impression had not eluded him, though he tried to push that away and remain confident. One by one, eggs cracked open and hatchlings shuffled past him until there was only a small handful of eggs left at the foot of the queen.

The first of the inner circle to hatch was an iron and there was no eager eye on the Sands that didn't follow it as it prowled toward the group of boys left, pausing to consider a few potentials before passing them by without a thought. The iron had stopped for him too, tilting his head in decision. ["You--"] There was an instant elation at the iron's voice, cut short by a shrill squawk that T'heo could hear both echo on the Sands and in his head. ["He is Mine! Find your own!"] The source of the anger that bloomed abruptly in him - a large brown - came barreling through, snapping at his clutchmate with a viciousness that surprised even his clutchmate who disdainfully backed off with a disgruntled hiss.

T'heo stared first at the bronze, then the brown, dumbfounded briefly before looking frustrated."Hey, what do you think you're doing? That was my chance!" ["He will not take you away from me, whatever he thinks. You are Mine, T'heo. You belong to your Donnaganth, not that thief."] It was the combination of the annunciation of his honorific and the strange feeling of his conscious thoughts being melded with the dragon's that assured T'heo that he had been successful this time.

His father however had been displeased with the entire ordeal. Unlike his brother, he had only proven good enough for a brown. One apparently afflicted with a less than personable temper. A bitter, begrudging nature that was rooted deep and that T'heo never really understood until Weyrling training where the pair spent long hours in the company of Donnaganth's fellow clutchmates - ones that he never particularly liked being around or like them being near T'heo. Especially Irons. The determination that the Weyrlingmaster demanded of him to keep Donnaganth under control and out of petty scuffles was a constant drain until the brown outgrew most of the irrationality and to keep a watchful eye on his rider instead. A turn and a half after their Impression, T'heo and Donnaganth were turned loose as a fully fledged rider.

status ♥ healthy

[shayde]

name ♥ Donnaganth
age ♥ three
gender ♥ male
rank ♥ brown
size ♥ 34 ft
color code ♥ 5c4033

appearance details ♥ Donnaganth's most noticeable trait is the unique set of markings that he has. A rich chocolate brown in color, he has spatters of darker shades across the sails of his wings, his back and his tail however the markings on the front half of him breaks up what could be a domination of the pattern.

Starting from just under his eyes and thinning out across his muzzle and down his neck are tendrils of a sandy brown that contrasts against the otherwise dark colors of his hide. They continue to curl over his chest, in stripes down his front legs and traces along his sides, tapering away toward his haunches. They are the one thing, aside from his temper, that set him apart from the other browns of his clutch.

He's naturally on the larger side of the spectrum for his color, an impressive specimen to be sure and handsome enough to garner the attention of smaller females within his range. Despite his size however, he isn't as broad as he should seem. Not thick, Donnaganth, much like his rider, is lean. It gives him more of an advantage because it makes it easier for him to support his weight and allows him a bit more agility.

Donnaganth has his fair share of scars or battle wounds as T'heo would like to call them. Minor, but visible if you're close enough, especially one in particular across his right flank. Scars however are something you'd almost expect, given his personality. They are a gruff physical attribute to match a gruff demeanor.

personality attributes ♥ bitter » smothering » possessive » duplicitous
other personality details ♥ Sociable is not the first word that would be used in Donnaganth's case because he is not and does not pretend to be. He is impatient, temperamental and sharp, partaking in conversations only with his rider unless absolutely necessary. It it almost funny to think that he would be the voice of reason in their relationship, but he frequently reminds his rider of the error of his ways in his chiding manner.

Donnaganth doesn't like to share anything - including and especially T'heo and it isn't uncommon for his mood to be soured by T'heo's night-time companions or ramblings about anyone his rider finds attractive. It isn't necessarily that he's upset with T'heo more than upset with the idea, however irrational, that his rider could be taken away from him at any moment and he's certain that's exactly what such a rude intrusion on their relationship would do - take T'heo from him.

Which is why he's not above using anything within his grasp to prevent such an outcome including sabotage.The brown is cunning and deceptive, far more than he would seem and to a point he's underestimated. A simple conniving word, an intimidating tone and with practice, he's made it into his own personal art and one that he tends to keep on the down low, lest T'heo catch on too quickly.

He has a special dislike for Irons and by extension their riders, a grudge that's been held onto since his Hatching and shaped the possessiveness that he developed afterward. If there was any surefire way for T'heo to irk his dragon, it would be to have any sort of associations or dealings with an ironrider. It becomes far more difficult for T'heo to still his dragon's thoughts when around an iron. There are things that T'heo has been able to soothe over time with Donnaganth, but grudges are something he still hasn't figured out how to keep restrained.

In short, Donnaganth, for everyone else involved, is almost impossible to get along with. But once you get past the fact that he does not want to and will never be your friend, and most of his behavior is almost expected.

mindvoice ♥ Donnaganth's voice is similar to biting on tinfoil - it's got that hard edge as an undercurrent. In tune with his personality, it tends to be cool, even when he's speaking to his rider.

Any sort of expression of affection or otherwise uplifting emotion tends to come off as awkward and misplaced. His voice is intimidating by design, not often by intention, which is why most dragons tend to get the impression that he's not one to bother with, not that he's complaining.

When he's angry though, there's no trouble at all being able to distinguish. The viciousness and ice that rears its ugly head is enough to make even dragons larger than himself mentally wince. It's the type of anger that is hard-wired into his personality with a chill that can cut straight to the bone.

egg ♥ hot fudge egg
parentage ♥ NPC bronze x gold

status ♥ healthy