In'cidro is a rather big man for a blue
rider. One might think that he was better suited for a brown or even perhaps
a bronze. He stands approximately 5'11" tall. He has bright blonde hair it is
the color of hay. His eyes are a deep cobalt blue in color and are very
intriguing. His eyes hold the key to his heart, though he keeps that hidden
and buried till the right person finds it. He is rather well muscled, and has
rather large hands though most of the time his hands are gentle and even
caressing. He has broad shoulders and a wide muscular chest. His legs and arms are
also well muscled and strong. Everything about In'cidro says strength
controlled.
In'cidro is quite laid back even though
Cearith is usually always angry at the world. He feels that he needs to be
laid back to take the world in with as little effort as possible. In'cidro isn't
lazy per se he is just one who would prefer to sit back and let others jump
head first, except where thread or any threat to either his or Cearith's
lives are immediately at stake. When that happens In'cidro will act first then
think about it later when he has times to cool down. One could call
In'cidro an adrenaline junkie. He lives for the rush that things ike fighting thread
and life or death situations brings. In'cidro is bisexual, and loves the fact
that he is able to love both men and woman. It is something that he revels in
and thinks that everyone should try at least once in their lives. In'cidro is
not the kind to take advantage of another. He tries to be kind and caring
to those that are down. He will gladly give the shirt off his back for someone
he needed it.
Brief History of Persona:
In'cidro was born Inullacidro to a star smith who
on her first and last trip to Igen Weyr was a victim of the Senior gold's
lust. The star smith was taken advantage of by a bronze rider who didn't
win the mating flight and took it out on the hapless woman. Inullacidro was raised
not really knowing who his father was. For when he was born his mother sent
word to the bronze rider that she had born a son. The bronze rider came to
the smith hall and disowned the boy. After that Inullacidro grew to
hate his father a great deal for not being a part of his life. He hated him with a passion. Inullacidro grew in the smith hall and loved the work that he was doing. He was taken as an apprentice at the age of 12 by one of the masters of the miner craft. He didn't really like the idea of staying up all night like his mother did. He did love the dark however, and as such
decided that the miner craft would be best for him.
When he turned fifteen turns
old a bronze rider showed up at the hall and told him that his father had been
gravely injured and was asking for him. Inullacidro and his mother packed
for a few day's at the Weyr. On the second day there Inullacidro's father passed
away and his bronze /betweened/. Inullacidro was devastated he had never
before seen anyone die, and let alone a dragon suicide. Inullacidro ran out of the
infirmary and out to the Weyr's lake where he was searched by a blue and
his rider. The blue's rider took pity on the distraught boy. Besides searching
him the blue's rider took him as a lover Inullacidro grew to enjoy the blue
riders' affections and even started to grow to need the affections. Three
turns passed and Inullacidro was still a candidate, and by this time he was the
bed mate of a homosexual green rider. It was shortly after one of the junior
queens at the Weyr rose that Inullacidro questioned what he was. He
realized that he loved woman, and he wanted woman, but he also liked men. It was
then that Inullacidro broke it off with the green rider, and tried to go back to
living with woman. At the junior queen's hatching Inullacidro impressed to
blue Cearith and in that instant he knew that his life would never be the same
again. When In'cidro turned 20 turns old Cearith caught his first green.
The pair were happy with the green and her female rider. However, something inside
In'cidro just wasn't happy with the relationship that he was having with
the female green rider. Within the next month Cearith rose in a mating flight
for another green. The green's rider was a male. Cearith won the flight and
In'cidro spent the night with the green's rider. Then In'cidro realized
that he could be with men but it had to be during mating flights, and that way the
female green rider that he was bedding wasn't mad that he was with someone
else because it was during flights. In'cidro was happy now and for the next four
turns his life was spent living with his female green rider, and flights
with male green riders. Then one day the green that Cearith had taken as his
mate rose, and Cearith didn't and even with all of In'cidro's pushing Cearith
refused to rise to chase the green. He had said it was because the two of them had
grown apart from their mates. The female ended up in the arms of a bronze
rider to whom she moved in with the very next day after a very long night
of arguing. Less than a turn later In'cidro and Cearith put in for a transfer.
They wanted to go to Dawning Light Weyr. They decided that it was time for them
to move on and that Igen Weyr just had way too many memories for them.
Brief Description of Dragon:
Cearith is a large blue dragon...though the
word large isn't enough to do his size justice. This huge blue is comparable
in size to a small brown and much more robust than a lot of blues tend to be.
At the very center of his muzzle is a strange marking that looks almost like a symbol, though really it is just a few lines of sky blue that curve into one another. The marking is similar to the letter T, except it has three addition horizontal
lines with ends that curve into one another. His eye ridges are a dark cobalt blue in color, with a thin streak of azure blue running along the outer edges. His cheeks are made up of a solid sheen of cobalt blue, though the cobalt coloration is interrupted by a 4 inch
silvery-white thread score scar that runs along the length of his left cheek.
Cearith is rather aggressive almost all of the times. He attacks things with a single minded anger. Some might think that he is a cross between a blue and a bronze the way that he looks and acts, and one wouldn't be wrong. He has the anger problems of a blue. The speed of a blue, and the stamina of a brown. Cearith can at times be rather humble, but most of
the times he is just plain ole Cearith. There are rare times when this blue
can be rather kind and caring and even at times loving. If he is with a
mate he is the most tender that one will ever see him be.
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