P'nay, Rider of Yellow Annith *TRAN*

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Name:
P’nay (Pranay)
Gender:
Male
Age:
28
(Summer)
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Location:
Dalibor Weyr
Rank:
Wingrider

Personality:
P’nay is a flirt and a feckless lover. Though he generally shows some preference towards members of the opposite sex, he still turns his affection towards males. He compliments who he chooses and enjoys making shy folk blush and pulling the heartstrings of anyone he notices that happens to pass his way. When someone catches his fancy, he’s generally dogged about his pursuit, flower and gifts if they don’t fall to his wily charms. However, he is quick to move on once he loses the satisfaction of trying to turn someone to him. He isn’t interested in anything that will last and he certainly doesn’t expect it to.

Now, he is quite the charmer when it comes to it. He’s got a bright and knows the most winning way to smile. He’s very friendly (in more than one sense of the word) and energetic, very cheerful and playful in the way he expresses himself. Even when the interest and circumstances aren’t romantic, he just prefers to be in the company of other people when he can be. He isn’t exactly bad company to be around himself either. A flirt, yes, but certainly not a bad sort if you have been dropped by mind like a sack of old tubers. He’s not someone to talk about serious things with but he likes to joke, hang out, and chat and he’s good enough at those things. He also has an aura of utter ease and confidence about himself much of the time that can often just make him seem to be the person that you want to be around.

But that confidence is fake. Inside, P’nay is an unconfident, worried, withdrawn man who is probably about as emotionally developed as a six turn old. He is someone who is always full of self-doubt; he is never quite sure of anything that he is doing. Though not crippled by the almost excruciating fear that he has of making one wrong move, he is constantly over thinking actions that he has already made. Mistakes from his past tend to weigh heavy on his mind because of this. He is someone who simply lacks self confidence. In the best of circumstances, he has some small bit of it; in the worst, he has basically none to speak of. He is his own worst critic and it only digs him deeper into the pit that he’s stuck in.

Due to his lack of anything to support himself inside, he seeks ways to keep himself from totally falling in on himself outside of his own mind. He leans on people to distract him, to give him some small bit of comfort, or to make him feel even the slightest bit better about himself. The biggest source of support he has is his dragon, who has much more true mental strength then he has, but even she can’t totally pull him up and out of his self degrading spirals. Still, his relationship with her is very close because of this. It’s almost scary to consider how he might have been inside before having someone with the sort of closeness he has with Annith who can always tell him that everything is fine and he’s not as bad as he sometimes thinks he is. She’s also the only person who he doesn’t tend to drag down if he spends a long time around; he’s like a black hole, capable of pulling you in to far if you get to close.

Still, he doesn’t do it on purpose. In fact, under everything that’s wrong with him, he’s really as sweet as could be. He hates to hurt people and he never gets angry. Everything that goes wrong around him is always his fault; he’s almost incapable of blaming anyone else even if it’s some little thing that’s blatantly their fault. All he does is always trying to be right and it’s in that that things start to go wrong. He’s a hard worker, when he puts his mind to it, and loyal to the bone, in the oddest sense of the word. In truth, he’s just a big people pleaser who sometimes gets confused with whether or not what he’s doing is right. He can laugh off most things; that doesn’t mean they actually go out of his mind.

Appearance:
Though not overly tall, he’s reasonably noticeable in height at six feet one inch. In most ways, he’s fairly average in build; he’s built strong and masculine but he’s still reasonably slender and a little bit lanky. However, he is extremely muscular and fit though not in the overly, always rippling, sweaty muscles sort of way; he’s just trim enough to live an active lifestyle and do an active job. To match his physical capableness, his hands are skilled from doing careful tasks and he’s got a good sense of balance. Still, it’s not some amazing, immediately visible quality that he has. That’s just the way he’s designed – sort of leaning towards one way, but still not extremely so in any way. The same goes for his skin; he’s got a light complexion and is a little freckly but it’s not overly so.

P’nay has hair that’s a fair brown color that mainly just looks like an even changing dun color since he keeps it cropped fairly short and close to the head with a hat or helmet over it. It does have a very shiny quality to it and appears very health and vibrant because of it. When it grows out more, his hair becomes even fairer in color under sun until it looks like a mixture of blond and brown, a sort of tawny golden color. His eyes could be described as a color similar to hazel but they’re blue in color more than anything; they simply have hints of green and gray to them. They can look rather soulful when his isn’t smiling the winning smile that his good teeth and fine lips form so easily. His face mixes a set of boyish and more mature features; it all depends on how he’s acting.

Family:
Tony (Father) – Deceased
Parna (Mother) – Deceased
Tonar (Older Brother) – Journeyman Weaver at Frontier Hold
Pets:
A Capella, Bronze Firelizard
(0 turns - Baritone, Affable, Sulky)
Annith Jr., Brown Firelizard
(0 turns - Bass, Mellow, Patient)
Carol Conductor, Blue Firelizard
(0 turns - Tenor, Leader, Diva)
Stage Fright, Black Firelizard
(0 turns - Tenor, Bubbly, Shy)
History:
Pranay was not an expected addition to Parna’s and Tony’s, a pair of weaver’s at Gejami Hold, family. The aging, happy married couple already had an older son, Tonar, who was a senior apprentice weaver when he was born one winter morning; they had never thought of having another child for a long time. Still, he was brought up lovingly in the quiet, close knit community of the Weaverhall. Both of his parents were respected, talented members of the craft and his brother was already showing great potential, so, despite his actual living family being small since both Tony and Parna had no living close family, he grew up having aunts, uncles, and cousins in other weavers and their children.

The cheerful, beaming young boy enjoyed running about underfoot with all his cheerful beaming young friends once he could walk. He got to proudly witness Tonar walking the tables when he was just two turns old; it was a mark of pride amongst the craft’s toddlers to have a sibling who was a journeyman. That made him officially an idol amongst all his friends because he was related to the new weaver around. As soon as he was promoted, the twenty-two turn old was moved to Frontier Hold to help with commissions from holders there. That just left Pranay under the care of his ever kind mother and he adored the attention. Suddenly, he got to be in the spotlight and what toddler doesn’t love that?

Unfortunately, the bliss of being the center of attention didn’t last long for him. Only a few months after Tonar left, his father passed away peacefully in his sleep. The response from his mother was less than peacefully. She passed into a state of catatonic grief for a few days, barely eating and drinking, and then the pain of it really hit her and she fell into a depression were she either spent the day being listless or crying. Though many of the other women in the hall spent time with his mother to take care of her, he was often busy trying to help her. All he wanted to do was make his mother happy again so that she would smile again and then he could smile again. He developed a sweet devotion to making her better.

A turn past, and then another, and four turn old Pranay still spent much of his time caring for his mother who had seemingly aged to the point of declining mental health in little time at all. Around her, he was mature, helpful, and very good at predicting what she needed; he was very sensitive to what she needed, which was probably for the best because he hated to see her worse than she was. When he wasn’t around her, he was a playful, bright but still healthful youth who made few commitments outside his mother. He spent a small amount of his time either with the holds harper, learning his teaching songs and such, and playing with his old friends. Just like his mother, he had changed quickly with time in order to cope with the changes in his life. All of a sudden, it was just him and his mother. His father was gone and his brother was always busy or just not interested in seeing Parna like she was.

As her good days faded as she did, his mother moved out of being an active weaver at the hall and moved into retirement. The healer said that would probably be best for her health, to get lots of rest, so suddenly Pranay was pressing for people to leave her alone. It was almost funny, the five turn old boy with his hands on his hips telling anyone who brought something he deemed as unnecessary to his mother to go away. With one person when he was feeling cross, as a taxed young boy has every right o be sometimes, he tried including a swear word. Somehow, that magical made his mother remember that she was the one who was supposed to be caring for him and she gave him a stern talking to.

It was when he was eight that he made the decision to entirely sever ties with Tonar completely. His mother had been doing better; she had returned to be kind, sweet, and cheerful but enjoyed being reclusive and cared for by her younger son. Receiving news from other members of the weavercraft, his older brother came to visit them for once in almost two turns. Pranay didn’t take this that well; he viewed his brother’s visit as just another unnecessary stress for his mother. Not known for having the sweetness more typical of Pranay and Parna, he tended to be blunt and much more self-center, which showed in the fact that he only liked his mother when she wasn’t in one of her fits of depression. So the younger weaver’s son snapped at his much older brother. You might consider it impossible for an eight turn old boy to tell his brother to pretty much go soak his head and burn in the first flame but he got the point across to Tonar very firmly that he was no longer welcome at Gejami to see him and their mother.

At ten turns, he was accepted as an apprentice and had to move over the ocean to receive a proper education in the craft that was supposed to run in his mother. It meant leaving his mother alone and going away from the few friends he had retained since his childhood but it was also what Parna, and the father he had always half remember, had always wanted for him. So he went, alone across the tossing sea to the founding Weaverhall. Despite having fallen into being a recluse with his mother, his social skills were perfectly fine and the maturity that he had for caring for her certainly didn’t affect his ability to be as crude and immature as the other younger apprentices at the hall while he got to know them.

It was nice to be free again, no longer chained down by his mother, and slowly learning how to make the fabrics of Pern. However, just three months after his arrival at the Weaverhall, his mother passed away back at Gejami and then the guilt set in. It did it much like it had for her when his father had. However, he pushed it back and focused on his studies. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the talent for weaving like his mother, father, and brother. He knew the principles of it and was competent enough but he never quite lived up to the expectations that rested on his shoulders. For once, he was totally alone despite making friends amongst the other apprentices – he didn’t have any family that he hadn’t estranged from himself and he was no longer in the spotlight, a star child, like he had been when he was very little.

As he grew up into a teenager, Pranay seemingly came into his own and found his spotlight again. He was at least a reasonably attractive individual of the male species. It wasn’t hard for him to catch a ladies attention if he wanted to and he generally at least had someone he was trying to do that to. It made up, in some part of his mind, for that, as the turns passed, he slowly progressed on his skills as a weaver. Even if he couldn’t gain the reputation that his brother had, he did gain the reputation of being a real flirt. There was still the guilt digging at him but at least he could while proud of his ability to make a holder’s daughters blush and his growing ability to outrun angry fathers and older siblings and such.

He was almost seventeen when he returned to Gejami Hold for a gathering one fine early fall day; it was a long journey but he was happy to be able to see some old friends that he’s been forgetting with time. Though he was also expected to work for his craft, much of what was involved with that, which was largely made up of menial sewing and stitching, was completed before the gathering. So, he was able to spend much of the day running about with a few pieces of marks in his pocket with some old female friends that were suddenly very attractive and not people to stick your tongue out at anymore. One or two of his apprentice friends who were at the hall in the hold joined him and were more than willing to be introduced to his pretty friends. Most of them were seamstresses, girls that he had known when he was little because their mothers had worked with his. Knowing that was another guilty memory for him.

Through the evening, he enjoyed dancing with a multitude of young ladies, mostly from the rather lengthy list of ones he had gotten to flirting with during the day. As the night set in, he drew one, who happened with be one of the old familiar friends, away from the dancing and into the crispness of the southern fall dusk. He remembered some of the haunts of the hold and found a nice place to do some kissing, since the lady seemed inclined and interested. Then there was suddenly a blue dragon with his head over them and his rider coming towards them with a big grin as he saw them jump to their feet in a hurry. The girl got away but the chuckling bluerider grabbed Pranay before he could run off with her and escape.

Once he was cornered, he simply smiled at the rider and took the amused looks that he was getting from him. It turned out that the blue had found him because he had been sensing someone who he felt should be a candidate. Certainly a bit tired inside of never being as good a weaver as he felt he should be, so he willingly accepted. Under the cover of darkness as everyone danced or slept away the night, he packed up the few things he had and left on a dragon’s back to Frontier Weyr. The sixteen turn old settled into the barracks for the candidates and briefly met his roommate, a bright, bouncy young man just a bit older than him named Ladoren who it quickly became apparent he would easily befriend. After that, he fell into a fitful sleep for the first time in his new home. He was living out old dreams and he didn’t expect for it to be shattered when he woke the next morning and ran into the last of his family.

It had been nine turns since he had seen Tonar; the last thing he had ever thought was that when he wanted into the dining hall with his new roommate and soon to be best friend he would come face to face with his older brother. After a long silence, in which Ladoren bounced about watching the two of them with interest, they exchanged a few curt words, in which Tonar told him he was working on a commission that he was almost done with at the Weyr and he explained that he had been searched as a candidate. After that, they parted ways and he never ran into the older weaver again while he was a candidate. All he had to do was explain that he and his brother didn’t get along that well to Ladoren; the energetic candidate accepted that answer very well and muttered something about older brothers.

There was a clutch on the sands when he had come to the Weyr, a very small one of just five eggs clutched by an orange, and it hatched a few sevendays after his arrival in the early southern winter, right as he was turning seventeen. It began with a healthy brown, who arrived in the explosion of the largest egg and then just ambled up to the candidates. He Impressed to another of the male candidates just as the second egg hatched, revealing a large green. The next two eggs hatched quickly after that, producing a blue and then a pink. Those three dragonets Impressed, all to girls. That just left the hopeful candidates and the final rocking egg on the sands; time stretched out as it continued to rock and the clutchmother began to rumble with worry. It was that moment that the small, pale colored yellow chose to hatch. She looked a little runt-like and her color was very light for a typical yellow but she bounded for the candidates, the males specifically, in an instant without a second thought about it.

Pranay was standing right next to Ladoren and he was sure that his bouncy friend would Impress the bouncy dragonet. It turned out to be very wrong when she past by Ladoren and came straight up to him and greeted him as P’nayMine for the first time and cheerfully asked him why he would ever think that his Annith would want anyone else? Of course, she was sure that the other boy was a very nice person; she was sure all of the other candidates were very nice people. With Annith, he suddenly felt very good and he didn’t feel that bad about having to leave the sands and his friend to go feed the young dragon. Since coming to the Weyr, he’d been feeling better, and now he felt utterly perfect for a moment.

When he had been a candidate, he’d spent a lot of time with Ladoren, or enjoying the company of any other candidate or weyrfolk, often female, that he could find. As a weyrlings, he was suddenly very busy taking care of an ever growing dragon and was separate from his friend who was still sleeping in the candidates’ barrack. However, three months after his Impression to Annith, Ladoren became L’oren when he Impressed a green named Usteth and they were reunited as weyrlings once again. Their dragons got along fabulously, just like they did, which wasn’t all that surprising since Annith got along well with anyone who played nice. The only people they ever had trouble with were a pair of sour riders from Usteth’s hatching. It was a reputation that P’nay and Annith; they could get along with anyone.

Another fifteen months after the hatching of his best friend’s dragon, his small class of Annith, the brown, the green, the pink, and the blue from her hatching graduated. He was assigned to one of the lower wings after that and was a good rider; Annith was small for a yellow but they flew perfectly well together. His graduation also heralded his return to wooing the ladies of the Weyr, and the wooing of ladies turned to the wooing to boys. It all started with L’oren. He was weyrbred and openly interested in males rather than females. Once he and Usteth graduated, they were all the closer again and their relationship slowly changed from platonic to romantic. It was a whirlwind romance at that but much more lasting than any of his past relationships; he even managed to actually say he really loved him.

Then L’oren was transferred. Everything had been going well for P’nay up till then. With Annith around, he could hold back the guilt and worry about his past and was actually happy. However, he quickly blamed himself when the greenrider he’d been in love with disappeared off to a far northern Weyr. Not wishing to bother him, he moved on to a few quick flings, with both male and females, and then severed all ties. He applied for a transfer to the new western Weyr and was allowed to go; all he wanted to do was get away from the memories. As cheerful as ever, Annith was more than willing to go; she always welcomed the opportunity to make new friends. They settled into their new home with a smile.


Dragon Name:
Annith
Dragon Age:
11
(Summer)
Dragon Color:
Yellow
Dragon Length:
34 ft.
Dragon Personality:
Annith is as bright and sunny as could be. She’s naturally good natured in every way and cheerful as could be. Very little can get her down or make her actually sad in any situation as she’s simply very positive and has trouble being negative. There is something sort of naïve about it; she tunes out things that are downbeat and focuses on things that are optimistic. It does make her oblivious to some events and goings on and keeps her from having a solid understanding of how some aspects of the world. Still, she knows how to turn anything around for the better and how to brighten up an entire community with an infectious sort of good humored and luminous way of handling everything that confronts her.

Part of her ability to affect other people is because she’s someone who natural tries to help. Given the fact that she usually loves everyone around her since she loves almost everyone, it’s natural for her to care about everyone and try to help them. She enjoys talking to and being around other creaturs, and, if she sees a problem, she fixes it. Sad events affect her more because they affect other people than because they really get to her and her forward thinking, optimistic way of dealing with things. It’s painful for her to see others suffering, sad, or not feeling well, so she tries to fix it. Other’s happiness is simply very important to her, which means she often comes off as overly eager to please. She’s a natural worker in that sense though; she’s never one to care about what something is, as long as it will help.

Despite her happy-go-lucky nature and love of every living creature, Annith is still an extremely strong person in her own right whose is remarkably sure of herself. If it becomes necessary for what she’s trying to do, she can be extremely stubborn. She believes what she believes; she does what she does. If it seems to be for the best, she follows orders and does them like that. However, if they go against one of her current objectives or her own morality, she won’t do it. There isn’t really any ground to budge on that either; she’s fairly irrational to try to argue with if she’s already decided she isn’t going to do it.

One should note, though, that she never gets angry. All she does is simply refuses and she almost always does it with a smile. She is not the sort of person who ever gets angry. Getting angry means possibly hurting people and that simple fact makes it nearly impossible for her to get to. To her, almost everyone is perfect enough, meaning that she automatically thinks that your good qualities have to out way your bad qualities and it takes a lot to convince her otherwise. For example, you can just meet her and be as rude as you could think possible and she’ll probably seem to hardly care at all. Everyone is her friend until deemed otherwise; it is unlikely any would ever be able to go below the status of being slightly disliked by her. It’s basically physically impossible for her to actual even consider hating someone.

The only thing that makes Annith bristle is threats against other people, especially towards her rider, people related or extremely close to her or her rider, and young members of both draconic and humanoid species. Her reaction can be particularly prickly when the person being targeted is both young and related to her, like with, say, her dragonets. Though utterly pacifistic in the sense she can’t bring herself to strike out even if she wants to, bullying anyone around her is likely to get a stern or harsh word out of her. The people who she usually slightly dislikes are typically bullies. To her, everyone deserves respect, it doesn’t who you are, and she thinks others should follow that idea.
Dragon Appearance:
In color, Annith is definitely a yellow but she’s very pale shade of it. It still retains a warmth and richness and vibrancy despite being lighter and more white than most, and shines as bright as the sun when it’s healthy. The color lightens even more on her wings so that the sails are almost totally colorless and translucent and the parts of her hide where her limbs attach to her body are also lighter to the point of being almost a creamy off-white. More typical of her color and her gender under that fact, she is extremely light and slender in build. She isn’t very strong overall and her strongest muscles are definitely in her shoulders compared to her much weaker leg and other muscles. Still, she’s long tailed, long limbed, and long built so she’s certainly fast and agile in the air.

Though not out of the range that is typical for members of her color, she is still small, just barely managing to scrap past the thirty-four feet mark in length. She’s simply very petite. It’s not just the fact that her build is light; she’s also just got delicate features. Her muzzle is long and has a slight downward curve if you look at it very closely. Though still large, her eyes are very smooth and a little smaller than you normally see on a dragon. Her feet are very small but her toes are abnormally long for a dragon’s; they offer her surefootedness, when she isn’t tripping over them if she tries to walk on the ground. That tends to happen as she mixes not being entirely coordinated with her body with being bouncy and full of energy. She just sometimes misjudges all of her many movements.
Dragon History:
Annith knew that all her brothers and sisters had already found there riders before she had even hatched; she could sense it. Harder and harder, she struggled against her egg. She was so hungry, little, and weak and the egg was so tough but she finally beat it and she bounding towards were she could feel that she would find the perfect candidate. The first one she came close to was nice but he wasn’t right; hers was the next one, P’nay, but why was he thinking that she was going to Impress the very nice boy beside him? Everything turned out to be fine, of course; she was taken away to be fed, which was about the time she realized that she was hungry through all her happiness, chattering, and bouncing.

Though she was friendly and nice to everyone, she was best friends as a weyrling with Usteth, a green who was ridden by a close friend of P’nay. She enjoyed the company of the energetic younger green when she wasn’t busy with lessons, or sleeping, or eating, or being very kind to everyone that she could possibly be nice to. She just enjoyed living at Frontier Weyr. Though she didn’t exactly excel at her lessons, she was good at handling even the more distasteful of the other young dragons. She graduated with her rider at eighteen months of age and assigned to a wing, one of the lower wings. It meant more friends to make and one of her clutchsiblings was assigned to the same wing, though she didn’t particularly care about him anymore then she cared about most dragons, people, and other creatures and she didn’t see him much.

Though she understood her rider’s romantic feeling and sexual attraction to other people at that point, she didn’t really pay that much attention to that. Even when he entered into a serious relationship with Usteth’s rider, it didn’t really affect how it made her feel towards others; she generally felt affection towards everyone. She remained friends with the green, as she always had been, and they enjoyed the time they got to play and chat while their riders were busy being all romantic and canoodling. Therefore, it was a sad day for her when Usteth and her rider transferred to a different weyr in the far north, where it was cold like between and unlike Frontier Weyr and the Southern Continent. However, she didn’t take it like P’nay did; she supported him as he suddenly swung back to things she vaguely recalled about him.

It was painful for Annith when her rider went through a few months of emotional torment which he tried to get over with the presence of other humans; she hated seeing him like that. What was worse still was when he severed all ties completely and withdrew for the society and community of the Weyr. It meant that she had to withdraw with him, so she could be with him more, and she hated not be able to be around all the others that she loved to help and be around. Still, she was more than willing to go when he applied and was accepted to transfer to Dalibor Weyr. It was a chance to leave behind old memories, which would hopefully help her riders, and chance to make new friends, which she would relish. It was nice to settle into the new home and she did it with her usual good cheer; this new continent wasn’t quite as fair as the southern but she liked it nonetheless.

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