S'val of Bronze Solarith

Name S’val
Pronunciation Se-VAL
Formerly Servaln (Sir-Val-en)
Age 29 Turns
Season Born in Summer
Gender Male
Sexuality Heterosexual


Appearance

6'2"
Dark Brown Hair
Deep Brown Eyes

It’s not an uncommon sight to see S’val dressed rather plainly. A simple white tunic covers his chest complimented by a dark pair of trousers and well kept riding boots complete his daily outfit. Though on the rare occasion you might catch him sporting the colors red and blue. On even rarer occasion, when formal wear is called for, he dons a black tunic with a light bronze trim, in honor of his life partner, with matching black slacks. Unlike most he doesn't keep a clean shaven look, preferring to sport the scruffy look on more then one occasion. Standing at roughly 6’2” with dark brown hair and even darker eyes, he’s got quite the imposing figure. A strong, confident aura follows him wherever he goes. A born leader and it shows in the passion of his gaze when instructing and mentoring those below him.

His frame isn’t overly muscular nor is it weak and untrained. He keeps a happy medium a nice toned body with a matching healthy tan. When he talks, his voice has a trace of a foreign accent, although he was raised in the Weyrs, but it carries the tone of a deep tenor. His voice can be a bit rough at times but its mainly smooth and relaxed, although he hasn’t a care in the world.
He keeps a thin, black strip of cloth tied neatly around his head and covering his left eye while out in public. A wound he received from the devastating Great Storm a few turns back.

Personality
Like there are two sides to every coin, so are there two side to S’val. Most of the time he’s calm, collected, and laid back. Presenting the image that he holds no cares in this world and everything will come to be as it should. Most of the time he can be found taking the world and his life all to lightly, putting on the aura that he’s unstoppable. To clarify that doesn’t make him foolish or hasty. He’s willing to put his life on the line for any and all the people he and his bonded help defend, especially those under his command. Though he treats everyone like a brother and comrade, as he should, no one comes close to his precious Solarith.

Bonded for life, S’val never thought he could care for another being as much as he loves his bronze companion. Though he would put his life on the line for any of the Weyr, he’s not foolish or overly daring. To put it simply he wouldn’t act out in any way that would purposely bring harm, weather maim or death, to his dear bonded.

Now when you flip that coin out comes the leader. Not overly strict, but S’val holds everyone equally accountable for each and every one of their actions. Lord help the poor soul who thinks he can be the hero when Thread is falling and in turn risks not only himself and his dragon but, in turn, the entire wing because S’val won’t hesitate to drag him down the Weyrling Barracks and let the Weyrling Master put the offender to work gathering firestone with the young candidates/weyrlings.


Family (if any)
B’nar of Brown Zoith - Wingsecond - Father
Loraine - Master Healer - Mother
S’vth of Brown Kalarth - Wingthird - Brother


Location: Trelis Rider till the death
Rank: Wingleader
Wing: Tempest


History

S’val was the youngest of two. Born to a Brown Rider and a Master Healer, he had a pretty good life growing up. His father was always there for him, even at a young age, and his mother even managed to take her young son under her wing and teach him a few critical points to the craft of healing. Being the youngest by nine turns, allowed him the chance to soak up more of his mothers craft then his older brother and S’val took full advantage of that. Even managing to reach the lowly rank of Journeyman by the time he turned 14.

When he was 18, a large brown from the Weyr had managed to search him out, just like his brother before him. It really was no surprise that the boy was searched. He was just following in the proud footsteps of his father and brother. When he finally stood on those blazing hot sands in front of the clutch of 21, he felt his heart stop at least once. As time slipped by and every hatchling had managed to impress until it came down to only two eggs left and four candidates.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, both large eggs began to hatch at the same time. First a brightly colored gold struggled across the sands, looking desperately for Hers while the next egg broke and a beautiful bronze king waddled across the sands, crooning pathetically while trying to hold his wings up in an attempt to dry them. Feeling somewhat defeated as he watched the bronze struggle across the sands, the boy took a step back, thinking that since both his father and brother had impressed browns then it was his destiny to ride a brown as well.

As he turned from the two hatchlings, a cry tore from the little bronzes throat. It seemed like the gold didn’t approve of the bronze moving to impress first and used her new claws to swipe at the little Kings face. Instantly, S’val felt his heart break as he felt the bronze take the hit. Scrambling across the sands, he flung his arms around the hatchlings neck, using his tunic to help stem the flow of blood from the injury. He didn’t even realize at first that the little bronze was speaking his name and crooning softly in reassurance. He had Impressed, and a bronze of all colors too!

In the years that followed the two grew stronger through their bond and when the time came they volunteered to transfer to Trelis Weyr. With the hopes of meeting new people and having the opportunity to explore more places.

Oh and what an exciting roller coaster of a time it was. Looking back it all seemed to happen so fast. His rise to Junior Weyrleader, his near death in the Storm and losing sight in his left eye, the Istan plot and the Southerners betrayal, all seemed like long forgotten dreams. Yet just when Trelis seemed to finally be catching a break more bad news just floods the halls.

Thread returned, early, and of course the younglings fought it with careless vigor and that was only the beginning of their problems. It was during a Fall that a young blue was struck, bad, and their own Loraketh shirked the safety of the weyr to go to his aid. Tragically she was hit and on that day we lost not one dragon but two and our Queen. Every dragon seemed to cry out at once and the bronzes seemed to feel it the most. It took every ounce of strength to bring Solarith's head back into the game before he was hit and they just became another casualty to be mourned that night.

That seemed like only the beginning though. Eventually S'vrin and Ar'rex crawled out of the darkness once again and along with them a rebellion exploded across the continent. Nothing was going right, everything was being turned on its head. The new colors that they had fought so hard to protect all those turns ago were under attack again and either being driven out or choosing to leave Trelis themselves and side with the Rebels.


Craft Healing
Ranking Journeyman
Strengths Bandaging, Clotting, Stitching, Broken Bones.
Weaknesses Internal bleeding, Neurological injuries.

Dragon

Name Solarith
Pronunciation So-LAR-ith
Age10 Turns
Type Dragon
Rank Bronze
Size 41 ft
Color
5D5E00
888A00

Appearance Solarith definitely was not the runt of his clutch as he stands a little taller then most of his bronze brothers. When looking at the boy it’s almost as though someone took great care in painting his hide while he was still in his egg. The base of his coloring is slightly darker then most others. Though what makes him unique is the lighter flecks splashed on his hindquarters, belly, and wings. It gives the appearance that the creature played in a puddle of bright bronze when he was a youngling, giving his hide an almost ‘streaked’ effect.

A strong pair of wings help keep him airborne while in the midst of battle or a simple lazy day to the beach. He keeps his claws sharp and always ready to use. A large scar stretches beneath his right eye to the corner of his razor filled mouth. A wound he received on his hatching day when a feisty young queen didn’t appreciate the young bronze waddling over to find His first.

Personality Confident and strong minded. He doesn’t take kindly to others neglecting the words of His or not paying him due attention. On the other hand though, Solarith can manage to set aside his duties and position every one in a while for a good scratch from His or an afternoon playing down at the ocean. That’s another thing about this bronze, he absolutely loves the water. There’s nothing better to do after a long day of training then diving into the crisp waters of the lake or laze about in the gentle waves of the warm ocean.

A unique quirk about Solarith is he actually enjoys the time he has to himself, away from His and the goings-on of the Weyr. It’s not uncommon to see the large bronze actually involving himself in the Weyrlings lessons. He finds it both interesting and rewarding to watch the recent hatchlings and their bonded grow ever closer as the days passed.
On most occasions, he is able to keep his temper even when S’val is having a go at another foolish rider. Though it has been documented on one occasion where the bronze literally blew up and it took all of S’vals strength and mental capacity to keep the bronze from possibly killing a younger green who stepped out of place with the large ‘King‘.

Mind Voice
We must fight, Mine, as long as our hearts still beat.[/b][/color]
It’s a deep, rough tenor, much like His. It has a calming, almost soothing effect to those privileged to hear it and can be quite charming and has the tendency to be somewhat mysterious.



Reign - Brown Flit
Draco - Blue Flit
Orion - Epidote Flit