Name: Rhys
Nickname(s): n/a



Sex/gender: male
Age: 27 turns

Height: 6ft 2in.
Weight: 197lbs

Physical Appearance: There will always be a look of forlorn about Rhys. Whether it be in his eyes, which are by far the most often, or his bodily actions. Despite Rhys having lovely dark chestnut colored eyes, they sometimes seem to be tinged with grey. Because of him being a 'rider, Rhys has really short hair, and even though he has the priviledge to grow it out, he will not be doing so for probably many turns to come. Also because of him having been a 'rider, he is well built and is able to execute any tasks given to him.. To a point.

Rhys is naturally tall, standing in around six feet two inches and weighing in at just the proper amount a man his age and height should be. Very seldom does this man ever laze around, and when he does, he can eat, sleep, and just do practically nothing and gain little to no extra pounds.. Lucky for him, he is lucky to be one of the few that is still left unmarred by any major accidents. The only thing that may be found in terms of scars are little brawls that he's been in since he was little.. Other than that, nothing. General wearing attire is whatever's comfortable.

Likes: the thoughts of joining Izumeranth, drinking LOTS of wine,
Dislikes: Life without Izumeranth

Sexuality: hetero-

Personality: Reserved and quiet is the first noticeable thing about Rhys' personality. Though he has a full range of personality that is normally undefined, it is normally because he's always to himself, or in the company of Rhsk, just seemingly thinking about life or anything that comes to him. Rarely does he ever act out, and when he does, it's obviously that someone has done him wrong. But even in those rages that he gets in, he's unusually quiet, almost as if he's contemplating his payback, and sometimes it gets to the point where people will fear him when he remains quiet for too long, just staring into space with those forlorn eyes of his.

But just because he normally keeps to himself, it doesn't mean that he sometimes doesn't appreciate other people's company. In fact, he prefers to have company some days so that he could remain in touch with things around, even at the Weyr. If you're a friend of his, you're a friend. That means he doesn't care when you want to visit him, he'll always make room. Also, it means that you will more than likely recieve his back-up should you get in a sticky situation. But chances of him opening up fully is slim to nil.

Weaknesses: Being around 'riders, hearing conversations about dragons, or anything related to,
Strengths: All his strength dissipated with each turn passing.. He is able to keep his thoughts to himself.

Mannerisms: Rhys hardly ever speaks. Should he, however, he is proper and respectful. He speaks whatever is on his mind, and is appropriate.

Points of interest: None really, though he has a lovely tenor voice that can be heard whenever the poor guy is drunk.

History: Having been born within the Weyr, Rhys grew up knowing all the standards, the in's and out's, the limitations, and everything else that was found within all Weyrs.. Or so, Arapas as this was the only Weyr he ever knew existed. Both his mother and father were 'riders, or his mother became a 'rider only after she had given birth to Rhys during her candidacy and she was allowed to finally stand upon turning twenty. Due to his parents ignorance, as well as rarely any rider raising their own children, Rhys was put in the creche where all the other brats of 'riders and residences resided.

The turns spent being watched over the creche mothers and aunties were probably the best times of his young childhood. He would play--rough house--with the other young boys his age, he would occasionally steal bubbly pies from the kitchens, and just generally act like the rotten young 'brat he was. Though, by the time Rhys was old enough to stand, he took that offer up the moment it was so much as thought of by the 'riders he knew.

At twelve turns of age, as well as being the product of dragonriders, Rhys was more than sure that he would Impress upon his first time Standing. Sad to say, he failed Impression, and he was furious to see that there were holdbred brats that were the ones doing the Impressions as opposed to him, purely weyrbred.

A few more hatchings came and went, and still no success whatsoever for the weyrborn Rhys. He was sixteen by that time, and he had intentions of Standing only once more before he would just call the whole thing off and blast his mother and father for ever getting together and having him as their product. And it was, supposedly, a good thing that Rhys decided to Stand for one last time, for that was when he Impressed a rather handsome bronze dragon.

He had been leaning against one of the walls, picking the dirt from under one of his short fingernails when a rather irked bronze dragonling trodded toward the distracted young Rhys and almost all too demandingly shouted within the boy's mind,
Rhys! Your Izumeranth is hungry and has been calling for you for some time now! To think you would be thrilled to have me, but all YOU seem to be interested in is your finger!?
The bronze dragonling had headbutted, and none too lightly at that, Rhys right in the gut and snorted in a disgruntled way before stepping back some to allow His to get wind back into his chest, but before the boy could respond to the dragon's actions, the bronze and entered the boy's mind yet again, though with a sense of smug and irritation mixed.
What kind of name is Rhys?! There's obviously no possible for you to maintain a leaderlike appearance with such a name..

The weyrling years were, in sarcastical terms, fun times. Rhys was criticized on every little thing he did by his bronze lifemate. Even if it was simply eating or lazing around, Izumeranth had to comment about it, and even through those times, Rhys had to deal with the bronze's constant joking of his name. But despite all the hard times the bronze dealt to his rider, there was still that unbreakable bond between the two. And it was like that to their graduation and throughout their turns.. Until the one mishap that would rip the two apart, and leave the remaining one in a very depressed sort of mood.

By the time the pair had graduated, and were enjoying their term now as full-fledged 'riders, Rhys felt like there was absolutely nothing that could stop him or Izumeranth from building up their potentiality. That was, until the deathly plague struck across all of Pern, taking humans, fire lizards, dragons, and practically everything else it could catch hold. Of all the things that could have happened to Rhys, his friends having died from the deadly thing, it took the life of his dear lifemate. It struck him quite hard that he was unable to do a thing about the whole ordeal, so Rhys took quite a beating when his dragon slipped to the solititude of between, leaving the poor young man in the world by himself.

Naturally, suicide was the 'rider's first intentions, but he was convinced out of it and traveled down tot he South in hopes of starting a new life. Ten turns ago. Ten turns ago it was when his Izumeranth passed away from the thing. Now, Rhys travels with several other people for an exploration of a Weyr, of which there was found a living 'rider with eggs.

Rank/Status: Ex-bronzerider/Explorer and resident

Dragon: n/a
Wing: n/a