Name: I'ris (Ikris)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Trader/Head
Searchrider
Age: 22; 16 at Impression
Build: Slightly tall
Hair:
Dirty blond, loosely curled, to shoulders
Skin: Light yellowish
Eyes:
Hazel gold
Personality: I'ris loves to be in a crowd, and there's nothing
he values more than his skill with people. He can make friends in a day and
separate the most miserly holder from their marks with a smile. He's pretty
attractive, and he knows it. While he might flirt a bit to help seal a deal,
he's a closet romantic and dreams of having a true love and a huge family like
the one he grew up in. He is an accomplished reader and a great gatherer of
knowledge, though to him it's just another tool in his arsenal rather than a
fond hobby.
Past: I'ris is the third oldest child of six siblings. As such,
his parents had a somewhat difficult time making ends meet, despite a successful
trading career. They were never quite to the point of starving, but Ikris often
had to make due with secondhand toys and hand-me-down clothes when he was
younger, and it left a mark.
Fortunately, he was always a friendly and
outgoing child who made friends easily. He was always extremely close to his
family as well, and never resented the fact that they had to move around so
often and leave his new friends behind. He would have liked it if the business
was more luctrative, but other than that, he was content with his life. As he
hit his adolescence, he even began to help his parents with the family
business.
After his father's death and his subsequent arrival at Aneris Weyr,
Ikris did what he could to help his mother restore their belongings, but he was
distracted by his Impression of bronze Toroth. He did eventually grow to like
Weyr life, though he isn't as competitive as most bronzeriders seem to be. He
and Toroth moved to Sedona a few turns after graduation, but considering the
high number of bronzes vying for Wingleadership and the comparatively few
rankings open, he and Toroth decided to go a different route. Toroth always did
show a knack for finding candidates, and it turned out they were short on
Searchriders. Luckily, I'ris's skills as a salesman extend to convincing
reluctant candidates (and their parents) that a dragon is right for them.
Pets: Green fire lizard, Lazire
Bond: Bronze Toroth
From: Aneris
Weyr
Name: Toroth
Species: Pernese Dragon
Color:
Bronze
Gender: Male
Size: 36.5m
Parents: Gold Elanith x Bronze
Fuseguth
Personality: Toroth is an extremely outgoing dragon. He loves to
make friends and he is very good at it as well; he isn't as arrogant as bronzes
typically are and he gets along well with dragons of all colors. He also prefers
greens in mating flights and rarely chases a gold. That's not to say he doesn't
have any ambition, however; he just doesn't like to compete directly with
others, which is why he and I'ris took up a position that not many bronzes were
interested in anyway. He enjoys meeting humans and while not particularly chatty
with them, it's not unusual for him to speak to a potential candidate. Oddly
enough, while Toroth likes being in charge and directing other dragons, he tends
to stall and stumble when he has to make a decision on his own.
Bond:
I'ris
Ikris woke from sleep suddenly, and violently. He was in an unfamiliar bed in
an unfamiliar room, and the covered glowbasket on the wall suggested it was the
middle of the night. Was it all just a nightmare? He looked around him again. He
didn't think so.
It was real, then. Thread falling unexpectedly, as it did
all the time now. He and his siblings crawling inside the wagon where they'd be
safe. His mother leaving again to help his father, who was still outside trying
to rescue the runnerbeasts. Then the wagon tipped, and his parents
screamed...
A soft croon came from the corner of the dark room, and a pair of
jeweled, whirling eyes appeared as Lazire fluttered to his lap. His green fire
lizard pressed herself against his chest comfortingly, and Ikris stroked her
head fondly. At least he wasn't totally alone.
Apparently someone had found
what was left of their caravan and brought him back to a Hold. If he was here,
then surely they'd picked up the rest of his family as well. Ikris wondered
darkly who else had managed to survive, and where they'd been taken. He was more
exhausted than he thought, however, and he quickly drifted off again with
Lazire's comfoting weight beside him.
Ikres was awakened some time later
by the appearance of a young woman bursting into the room. Seeing he was awake,
she wasted no time in lighting the room and glancing over her patient. Her
clinical stare and brisk manner was enough to let him know she was a healer, if
a young one.
He tried to sit up to greet her, but the movement lit his
shoulder on fire, and he hissed in pain. The woman pressed him back onto the
bed. "Don't move too fast now, your shoulder hasn't healed that quickly. You got
a gash from the iron plating when the wagon turned over, but as long as it
doesn't get infected, you'll be fine. Healer Orgol already took care of it, but
he's taking care of other patients now. I've been looking after you since,
though. My name's Porsla, by the way."
Ikris gave a curt nod. Lazire was
still curled on his chest, though looking calmly at the healer, clearly
recognizing her from past visits. "I'm Ikris. Can you tell me what happened to
the rest of my family?" His tone was impatient, but under the circumstances, he
thought it forgivable.
"The children were all perfectly safe. Just a few
scratches and bruises, but yours was the worst of that lot," Porsla hastened to
reassure him, but her next words didn't help. "The adults, umm, weren't quite so
lucky. The man was badly scored; he died quickly. The woman is injured as well,
but she's still alive so far. Orgol is with her now." Porsla added, rather
belatedly and definitely uselessly, "I'm sorry."
"I want to see my
mother."
It took longer than he liked, but eventually Ikris was allowed to
see his mother, along with the rest of his siblings. Apparently, Riklia was just
as anxious to see them as they were to see her. It wasn't until after Healer
Orgol had stabilized her and he was sure she was going to be okay for a while
that he allowed them in. She took Ikris' hand in one of hers, and held his older
sister's in the other. The grip was firm, but her eyes and smile were both sad.
"It's up to you and Ricytra to look after your siblings, okay? I won't be
good for much of anything for a while, and after that, I'll be busy putting the
family business back together. There's no way I'm letting it go yet."
Ikris
gave a solemn nod. Since his older brother left a turn ago to settle down in a
Hold with his new wife, there was no one else to take care of them. "Don't
worry, Mother, I'll do whatever I can to help you," Ricytra said from beside
him.
Ikris added his own promise. "I'm not going anywhere." Soon after that,
they were ushered out of the room again to give his mother time to rest. The
silence was oddly disconcerting.
It turned out Ikris wouldn't exactly be
able to keep his promise after all. It seemed the place they'd been brought to
was not a Hold after all; it was Aneris Weyr, whose dragons had spotted them
after Threadfall. Still recuperating from his own injury, Ikris spent most of
his time indoors, and he had ignored the infrequent of the dragons. The dragons,
however, were not so indifferent towards him. Apparently, there was a clutch on
the sands, and some of the searchdragons seemed intent on him standing for it.
At first, Ikris denied the Search. He was reluctant to Impress a dragon, for
more reasons than one. The dragons' insistent stares and utter silence (to him)
creeped him out a little, no matter how fond he was of Lazire's company. Not to
mention the matter of his family's recent losses. He didn't really want to leave
his family after they'd lost both his father and the bulk of their
merchandise--and especially not before his mother was fully recovered. They
needed him more than any dragon did.
Ikris probably would have kept refusing
to be a candidate, but it was actually his mother who made him change his made.
Riklia insisted that they could get along fine with the Weyrfolks' help. "It
isn't like we're going to be able to leave before the Hatching, anyway," she
pointed out. "We'll be here for months yet, probably. Might as well enjoy the
show. Anyway, being a dragonrider's a good opportunity, one I don't want you to
miss out on."
Lazire added a cheerful chirp, letting him know she fully
agreed with his mother's statement. Ikris rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll stand.
But just for this Hatching."