Description
Not overly tall, this fellow seems to exude an air of confidence. Golden hair kept relatively short brushes the nape of his neck; wisps of golden bangs fall into his emerald eyes. His features are dignified and noble-looking…or at least, they are until he flashes one of his trademark grins. Despite his patrician look, he seems down-to-earth and quite easy to talk to. A natural organizer.
He wears a loose sleeveless shirt of a white mesh-like cloth material, a comfortably loose pair of tan-colored pants, and — when he can be persuaded to wear shoes — a pair of ankle-length boots that zip up the instep. On his right shoulder is the knot marking him as a rider of Ista's Star Ruby Wing.
History
R'ik began life as Rurik, son of a trader named Erik and his wife Rudora, a BeastCrafter from Igen Weyr. Rider of green Agnith, she had rejoined Beastcraft after Impressing there at Igen. The day she met Erik she was stationed at Ierne to oversee the sale of some particularly fast runnerbeasts. Erik had no permanent home, and traveled between holds and crafthalls buying and selling goods. He traveled often to Ierne to sell his goods. The two met and spoke, Erik bought Rudora a drink at a tavern in Ierne. however, it didn't go past that. At first.
Agnith had been proddy for some time, and as everyone knows, Mother Nature will not be denied. While Rudora was at Ierne, Agnith rose. Agnith was caught by blue…who was ridden by a woman. Now, this female bluerider didn't like the idea of ending up in bed with a woman. So she made…other arrangements for the flight. This left Rudora with no "stress relief". Quite a disaster.
Rudora went back to the tavern she'd shared the drink with Erik in. And there, she unexpectedly found Erik. He'd just finished another trade, one that he got the best part of, and he was having a drink to celebrate. Erik invited her for a drink to celebrate her green's mating flight. The pair ended up in Erik's room…and that's how Rurik came about!
Erik took the child after he was born; he might not have had a permanent home, but he was well-to-do from his lucrative business deals. And all of them were legal, too! Rurik inherited his father's business sense, and learned to be a shrewd and calculating businessman. Fairness in all deals, though…you can't keep a customer if you take him for a ride every time, after all! By the age of six turns, he was selling homemade citrus juice to make a few extra marks to spend.
He and his father were nigh-inseperable. Instead of an absent father who always left his son with people while he went off and did business, he took his son with him on these journeys. Rurik quickly developed a love of traveling. And as he grew, he became more useful to his father. At first he ran errands to other parts of the hold, crafthall, or weyr that his father happened to be at, at the time. When he got a little older, he was able to set up a separate temporary trading post to sell his father's goods.
It was during one of these trips, when Rurik was 19, that he and Erik went to Ista Weyr to sell some leather goods. Not only did Rurik double his father's profits by operating a separate sale location, but he ended up getting Searched for Ista's next clutch! He couldn't believe it. But with his father's blessings he accepted Ista's candidate knot, and stood for the clutch.
Rurik couldn't make a lot of sales while a candidate, but his father visited him every time he could manage to get to Ista. They'd talk about the events of the time that they'd been apart…and his father would give him little things that he could sell in Ista's common room while he was there. He failed to Impress his first time, or his second, but the third time was the charm, it seemed. At 21 years of age, he stood for the clutch at Ista. He'd gotten used to being left standing; it was a disappointment, but just like any sale he failed to make, he couldn't let himself stay disappointed. Besides, it had gotten easier to take the second time he'd been left standing.
Rurik was on the sands, more interested in an attractive woman sitting in the stands, when he felt a nudge on his arm. Thinking he was being told to pay attention to the hatching, he gave the woman in the stands a wink and then turned to look at what he thought was just one of the other candidates. It was not. It was Tunseth, a bronze that gleamed like he was aflame with dark fire. R'ik, as he was now called, locked eyes with Tunseth as the bronze's voice entered his mind, a euphoric and excited rush of a mindvoice. Overjoyed and…hungry! Thus, R'ik became a weyrling at Ista.
It took a while for it to sink in. But weyrling lessons are more than enough to eventually bring even the highest-floating weyrlings back down to ground level. And if the lessons weren't enough, the mishaps were. Manned flight produced an injury. Betweening lost them a weyrling/dragon pair. Worse still, the weyrling that had been lost was a friend of his. So yes. R'ik soon realized that this was serious business.
He eventually graduated with the rest of the weyrlings and moved into his own weyr. This was one of the good things about having a well-to-do father and the business sense to duplicate his success - between the two of them, R'ik easily got a well-appointed weyr. Never one to be flashy, despite that business success, it wasn't…well, flashy. But it was comfortable.
Unfortunately, not everything can go so smoothly. He stayed at Ista for three years before he and a rider he didn't get along with got into a scuffle. No witnesses were to be had, and the other rider, another bronzer, had a greater clout amongst the wing. Thus R'ik had to go. He was a merchant's son, so he was transferred to Ierne, where he could continue to ply his trade. With Tunseth's help, he began to set up a trading post in Ierne, as his father had done.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Rudora | Mother | Igen | Greenrider |
| Erik | Father | Anywhere! | Trader |
Firelizards
Brown Snips
The hide of this firelizard is a mixture of colours, starting with a rich chocolatey dark brown that sweeps from his head, down his back and over his wings, all the way to his tail tip, melting along his sides into a creamy tan that coats his lower half and the underside of his wings. There are a few oddities, like the headknobs that look dusted with white sugary powder, or the buttery cream patch on his stomach, but these things pale to his most obvious feature: his roly poly girth. Oh, he's a jolly old fellow alright, with more than a little bit of a sweet tooth.
Green Travanna
Pale green, like the first shoots of spring coming forth from the cool earth, shoots upwards, winding its way gently up each delicate limb, the first tender leaves opening to brush their pale hues across her stomach and along her neck. Her coloring darkens, becoming a shamrock green along her back, spreading across her wingsails, dappling her tail, and spreading their leaves over her muzzle. Speckles of new growth tickle her nose, and dance upon her ridges, a sign of new life yet to come.
Brown Giliatki
Dragon
Where's the Fire Bronze Tunseth
Metallic fire burns upon this large bronze's hide as all along his body a lighter orange bronze wars for dominance with a darker brownish bronze. The two hues seem to overlap each other along his hide, the two colors burning each other up, back from his muzzle and over his strong, prominent brow ridges. His tapering headknobs are crowned with a bright, almost red bronze color, making them look rough and pointy. That red color runs down the topmost curve of the headknobs, seeming to add another 'edge' to them. He is all over large and muscular, the brighter bronze winning out in his wingsails, making them an almost reflective surface.
