Dragon Name: Poltiketh
Dragon Color: Bronze
Dragon Age: 17

Brief Description of Persona:

R’ikof stands tall at 6’3”, and is built broad and strong. His weight moves between 195 and 205 depending on the time of the year. Wide shoulders and a trim waits he cuts a sleek figure. Well muscled from years of riding and fighting thread he walks will a dangerous grace. He has dark brown hair with golden highlights, a gift from the sun. He keeps his hair tied back but when he lets it down it hangs to his shoulders in waves. Women often tell him they would kill for locks like his. Dark skin and a strong jaw combined with penetrating amber eyes have caught many a woman unaware. Long lashes frame his almond shaped eyes. Everything about his face says exotic beauty, not a word often used to describe a man. The only feature not exquisite is his mouth, hard and strong it is easy to think he is angry given the way he often seems to keep his mouth clenched shut. But as soon as he smiles the tension leaves his face. He dressed casually; fitted trousers and tunics…open to reveal a well-developed torso. The tunics he wears normally are sleeveless for he can never find on that is broad enough in the shoulders. His soft soles boots hide nothing of his legs in fact their fitted form only reveal more muscle. He can only be found garbed other wise when swimming or sleeping and then what he wears leave little to the imagination.

His professional life is all about business. He takes what he does very seriously. He knows there is no room for mistakes when it comes to flying Thread. When he thinks he has the right of it he can and will dig his heels in until he gets his way. When he was younger he sometimes had angry outbursts but as he has gotten older he has learned that the best way to get what you want when flattery doesn’t work it to silently refuse to budge. Many wing leaders have chewed their nails to the bone trying to convince him their way is the right way, only to find that he was right all along. Not that he is unwilling to see reason, if it is actually reason and not someone’s foolish notions.

R’ikof always has time for new riders and is willing to help anyone perfect a technic used during flight. He has even taught spontaneous class on rest days. Usually after someone is hurt during fall. He under stands that each person must work together in a wing and each wing much work together to hunt a common enemy. He does everything he can to impress on others they are not out there to show off. No one wins at the end of the day. It is a job and mistakes can happen accidents occur but if every one is vigilant no one can be blamed for injuries. When he was younger during one of his first flights he was what horrors can occur when a classmate went _ between_ and reappeared in an already occupied spot. The image haunts him to this day and when he mounts Poltiketh there is nothing that will distract him. His back is covered with white lines of scar from an accident caused by another rider who thought it would be funny to over throw a bag of stones…or perhaps it was jealousy over a woman. R’ikof will never know but he carried in his mind and on his body what can happen if you don’t focus during fall.

He still possesses the qualities that made others follow him when he was younger. A respect for the dangers they face in the sky and realizations that stresses must be relived have made him popular. He never begrudges any one their choices and values the comradry between riders. All in all he a dragon rider first and a man second. Though any woman whom he smiles at doesn’t see it that way.

R’ikof has a way with women that should have gotten him in to trouble ten times over. He loves everything about them, their beauty and their tempers. Everything. Especially the ones that are a challenge. To him women are on of the greatest gifts out there and he’s set to enjoy them all if he can. Most women find him charming, as do many men, but for the most part men tend to be a little envious. R’ikof has a warm smile that has melted the coldest heart. He manages to flirt with out even knowing it. He has never settled down, but his bed is rarely empty. Women seem to be attracted to him with out his even trying. He can charm the pants off a woman literally in less time than it takes for a bronze to fly a green. He has become a father, many times over, but he's still not committed to one woman. Perhaps one day he'll meet the right woman, but not yet.

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