Name: LunathorAge: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Role/rank: Dragon Candidate
Origin: High Reaches Weyr >> Fort Weyr
Appearance: Lunathor is tall and gaunt, slightly worryingly gaunt in fact, he has sufficient wiry muscle to perform his duties but there is nothing spare on his frame whatsoever. He would be rather handsome if he were not so thin; he has a diamond-shaped face with a good bone structure and a thin hawkish nose that gives him a distinctive profile. His pale olive green eyes stand out strikingly against his brown skin, once upon a time they sparkled with life and joy but these days they betray a deep melancholy and often look distant. His black hair has a slight wave to it and is chopped off at shoulder length a little roughly, it's usually pulled back into a scruffy ponytail. Practical clothing is the order of the day for Lunathor, he used to love fashion and flashy attire but he no longer indulges in it - if asked he'd probably say he just doesn't see the point, but that's probably not the entire truth.
Personality:
* Dragonless, so yeah, there's that.
* He is striving to find joy in life again, it's a struggle but he's still trying. He finds the most enjoyment and the most peace in music and in friendly company that doesn't ask too much of him, that understands when he's quiet, that knows when he needs to be close to somebody.
* As above he enjoys the company of others, it makes him feel a little less alone to be surrounded by people and to take an interest in them and the details of their lives. While he sometimes struggles to make conversation he's a great listener and he always does his best to engage in chat - his best might not always be that great in other people's eyes but he's trying, always trying.
* Very hard working; he likes to be busy, being busy helps, and if he's not worn out at the end of the day he struggles to sleep at all, let alone to sleep decently. He's almost always happy to take on extra chores but not to the exclusion of his best attempt at a social life.
* Quick to accept blame.
* Meticulous. Once rather laid back and perhaps a bit slapdash, Lunathor has become a little obsessed with detail. He records everything in a diary (a habit he began when Raith hatched, dropped when he died, and later picked up again), and pays attention to the minutia of anything he is working on. Getting things wrong distresses him greatly and leaves him with a feeling of foreboding that can last for days.
* Utterly resolved to do good in the world, to make his survival worthwhile, to make Raith proud. His blue wanted him to live, so he lived. His beloved wanted him to Stand again, and so he Stands.
* Terrified of losing those he loves.
* Prone to emotional outbursts, since losing Raith he has struggled to regulate his reactions to how he's feeling.
* Determinator. He survived the loss of his dragon, do you really think you can get him to quit what he puts his mind to? He might be quiet about it, there might be setbacks, and he might cry a lot, but he most certainly won't give up.
History:1.13.164 - Born at turn's end to Journeyman Harper Ulathor and Brownrider Lu'sha of Kaigruth. He was a happy, healthy, vibrant young boy who made friends easily. He thrived in lessons, dodged chores as much as he could, and showed great talent with the fiddle. There was some talk of him going to Harper Hall to pursue his father's craft but Lunathor wanted to become a rider like his mother, and both of his parents were more than happy for him to follow his dreams.
175 - Aged twelve Lunathor became a candidate and eagerly awaited his first change to Impress, a clutch had just passed so he knew it might be a couple of turns but that was fine - he could wait!
177 - The first cases of the plague were discovered in the autumn, it was a frightening time but Lunathor was confident that the Healers would soon find a cure and help the sick dragons. The full scale of what was to come would not be apparent for some months more.
13.01.178 - Junior Gold Rikaith and Blue Hunlirth produced a clutch of seven eggs, four failed to hatch. All three hatchlings who made it into the world were blue and one of them, a large handsome fellow named Raith, chose Lunathor as his rider. Frightened but hopeful the boy took the name Lu'na and dedicated himself completely to his dragon.
17.04.178 - Kaigruth succumbed to the plague, and Lu'sha soon followed him. Ulathor and Lu'na were heartbroken and their fears for Raith intensified as dragons began to drop like flies. The young blue was so strong though, and surely the healers would find a cure soon? Right? Raith learned to fly, and then to fly with his rider on his back, and then....
13.07.178
??.12.178 - Bit by bit Lunathor started to process the world again. He had stayed, he'd had to stay, because Raith had wanted that and because his father needed him and.... And he was alone. He was so alone. But he was alive, and slowly it got easier to cope with that. He ate, not with much enthusiasm but he ate. Most days he bathed and brushed his hair, he'd cut most of it off at some point in the early days so that made it easier. Most of what he did however was work, keeping busy was important and so he threw himself into any task that needed doing. He didn't talk much but little bit by little bit he did start to exchange basic pleasantries again.
??.05.179 - Lunathor actually initiated a conversation with somebody about something that wasn't related to work or something he needed. He picked up his fiddle again. He smiled, a wan expression but a smile nevertheless.
30.07.179 - Ulathor gifted his son a firelizard egg which hatched into a vibrant bronze, who he named Rukbat. The tiny thread of a bond he formed with the little creature brought him another step back towards the world, it wasn't even a shadow of what he had lost but it was something and it made him needed. It helped. He started writing a diary again, a new volume, picking up where he had left off the day before Raith's death would have been- No. A new volume. A new life.
??.11.180 - Senior Gold Mulnith, the last of High Reaches queens, finally lost her battle with the plague. Her mate bronze Paninth was gone too and so were most of their wingleaders. The hope that Lunathor had started to touch with his fingertips seemed to be slipping away again but he refused to give in, refused to believe that he had survived the loss of his dragon just to see the north fall. There had to be hope. There had to be.
??.03.181 - With fewer than two hundred dragons left alive in the north it was decided that they should all gather at Fort, the first Weyr, their last stand, where gold Malsalth had fought her way into the sky for her first and final flight. Despite the ravages of her illness she clutched, and against the odds nine of her twenty-eight eggs hatched and Impressed safely. Lunathor watched from the stands, Raith had wanted him to Stand again but he was too afraid - what if these dragons sickened too? But they did not. Malsalth was gone though and she left no golden daughter, was that the end? There were five greens but... Was it possible?
18.06.181 - Weyrleaders D'lana and W'dol announced that Malsalth's green daughters would not be given firestone.
22.01.182 - Lithustoth rose in her maiden flight. The Weyr waited on tenterhooks to see if her flight would result in a clutch.
10.04.182 - Lithustoth successfully clutched four eggs. Lunathor gathered his nerve and asked to stand as a candidate once more. Although he failed to Impress it felt like another milestone; perhaps he will never bond again, perhaps he is too broken, but nobody can say he didn't do his best to see through his dragon's dying wish, and if he could bond again.... It wouldn't be the same bond and he would never forget his Raith, neither his all-consuming love for him nor the agony of losing him, but perhaps, just perhaps, he could love again.
Firelizard
Name: Rukbat
Colour: Bronze
Age: 3 turns (30.07.179)
Size: 29
Keywords: Loyal, warm, relaxed
Other
Character tracks
Lunthor:
Beloved - VNV Nation. My beloved, do you know how many times I stared at clouds thinking that I saw you there? These are feelings that do not pass so easily, I can't forget what we claimed as ours.
Raith:
If I Die Young - The Band Perry. The sharp knife of a short life. Well, I've had just enough time. If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song.
