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[where are we?]Name:
Navihz > N'ihz > 'N' -- He goes by N, since his dragon's death.Age:
[what the hell]Craft:
Only an Apprentice, before he Impressed, so he still kinda is?
[is going on?]PB (if applicable):
Tall, lanky, lately underfed, he's getting a little better over the months at taking care of himself, but he still looks a bit like a scruffy old man who doesn't belong in a Weyr. He is about 6'2'' if he stands straight, but he has a natural habit to slouch. It was always just the sort of slouch somebody would have in order to keep themselves closer to the shorter people they walked with while they were talking, but now it's one that makes him look tired and annoyed.
His hair is brown with a generous helping of silvery gray. His eyes are a dull gray themselves, but that isn't what is interesting about them. He sometimes has dark spots swimming across his vision, visible by others as a sort of smoky little dot that drifts across his eyes. The strangest part is that it's not contained to one eye. A spot will appear on his right and drift across to the left eye. They always travel right to left, and sometimes they will get so frequent as to hinder his vision. He tries to keep this odd phenomena hidden, especially from the riders at Nightwatch now that he's arrived there.
[the dust has only]Personality:
N was once a very outgoing and charming man. He would as soon pull you onto his lap and give you a kiss -- well, if you were a pretty man -- as smile at you. Nowadays, though, he is very withdrawn and quiet. He manages a smile, usually, but as far as most people in Nightwatch know, he's mute. Unless he has to say something, he keeps quiet. This isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy company. He loves to listen, and he will occasionally put in a few words when somebody is having troubles, giving quiet advice that he expects to be followed. At least, considered.
He is incredibly dedicated to anything he does. This is mostly because when he has something to distract him, he doesn't have to think of the gaping hole that used to be a dragon in the back of his head. His favourite thing to do is pour himself into working on a new harness or developing new ideas for dragons and riders to protect themselves. He will most definitely start a new set of armoring for you if you mention that your old one has a hole in it, or patch your favourite vest. At the same time, he is perhaps a little reckless as a Second. He would never risk another dragon or rider, but he has no qualms about risking his own hide. He isn't afraid of falling off of the back of the dragon he is helping. This is sometimes useful, as he can get to places very quickly to help with any problems, and he isn't above jumping from one dragon to another, although he has yet to try it.
[just begun to]History:
N spent most of his life on the island Ista Weyr and Hold occupy. Born in the Hold to a couple of Tanners, he was Searched when he was 16Turns old. Up until that point, his life was uneventful, learning his family Craft and looking forward to a life of relative comfort as a Leathercrafter. He stood for three years before Impressing a lovely little Brown named Endrinth. His life went rather well after that, despite the chores -- who the fardles wants to clean a dragon latrine, anyway? -- and he managed to avoid any sort of major disaster in his life.
Then the spots started.
With the strange spots occasionally swimming across his eyes, he started to lose the ability to communicate with Endrith, the dragon's voice being interrupted once in a while with strange ... White noise. The brown tried to tell his rider that it was alright, and tried to convince him to see somebody, ask anybody about it, but N was terrified that he would be told that something was wrong. He told Endrith that everything was alright, but it was slowly becoming clear that it wasn't. Endrith was becoming impatient and behaving almost like a gold getting ready for a Flight. Endrith closed himself off with the brown in his weyr, spending most of his time with the dragon as the static became worse and worse.
One day, on his way through the Weyr, the strange spots in his eyes became like a blizzard of black specks. He couldn't see, and suddenly his head was filled with.. Everything. For three seconds that seemed like eternity, he could hear and see the world all around him through the eyes of thousands of dragons and flitts. Then he heard nothing but the sound of the dragons around him in the Weyr sounding out the loss of a dragon. Who, though? He realized he was on his knees, and looked up to see a dozen others standing around him as he asked what had happened, who had died? Was there an attack? Then the static, the silence that was being forced on him, disappeared. He realized Endrith was no longer there. He was gone, and N didn't even feel him go.
The people in Ista were uncomfortable with him being around once he stopped mourning. Perhaps it was because he hadn't felt his dragon go between
to die, but his best friend's offer to ... 'help' him, was met with stern refusal, even anger at the suggestion. He soon left the Weyr, spending a month in the Hold before he decided to make his way to Nightwatch. He knew what the people of Ista would say if he asked for a ride on dragonback to Pern's newest Weyr, so he took a ship. Perhaps he could help. But he still had those specks. Whatever it is, he no longer has a dragon to obscure from his thoughts, but he does occasionally hear others. And he will answer, out of habit, thinking that it's Endrith. His mood usually goes down by quite a bit when he realizes that he's hearing things. He thinks that it's his imagination.
[form crop circles]Dragon/Wher Name:
Endrinth [Deceased]Dragon/Wher Color:
[in the carpet]OOC Nickname:
Requesting Blight 4 or 5. He tends to fluctuate very easily. He very suddenly reached 7 or 8 at the time Endrith went between
, but he has gone down significantly since then.