Fort Weyr

Riohra
Portrayed By	Adam Cowie
Gender	Male
Aliases	Rio
Place of Birth	Somewhere near Southern Hold
Occupation	AWLM / Hunter
Dragon	Bronze Wiliyeth
Current Location	Fort Weyr

Description

History

Family

People likes to call Friend

Dragon

Lost Everything He Ever Loved Or Feared Bronze Wiliyeth

Well-framed and not ill-formed, he is none the less no city-slick prettyboy of a bronze. From over-pronounced headknobs to sure-footed paws, from the flare of canvas-stretched 'sails to the emphatic punctuation point of his tail, he is sturdy, solid-hulled. It is clear he was constructed with care, though by no master's hand: the striated variation in his hide carved with the grain, rather than against. While gifted with an expressiveness ranging from sardonic to sincere, there's something in the lines of his broad-planed face that says clearly: this dragon's heart will be always faithful.

Firelizards

Qorten: Bonded at HMW during Candidacy.
The end of this Firelizard's nose is turned up maybe just a bit more than most, be it a physical thing or a conscious air he has, no one could really tell simply by looking at him. Beneath a dark brow, sparkling eyes scrutinize everything, taking the world in and perhaps trying to understand it. The majority of his hide is creamy brown colored, the color flowing over his neck, shoulders and back to his tail. Upon closer examination the creamy surface reveals hints of the darker blend, swirling as if recently stirred, appearing to be set in motion as the dragon shifts and moves. Darker areas, like his wingsails, are a rich brown that seem almost bitter - no cream — compared to the lighter flavors. Nearly black they are so brown, his wings are strong, just what one would need to be kept up for the duration of Fall or flight. Grounded, he stands on what will prove to be powerful legs, with percolating muscles ready to send him forward, or upward.

Krayt: Bonded at Fort Weyr during Candidacy.
The forces of darkness envelop this bronze firelizard in shades of the sooty oblivion, cloaking his form in his own personal night. Darkened neckridges flow down a charcoal-touched spine, the occasional glimmer of unearthly green-gold appearing across his wide chest and the tips of his highly polished toes. Obsidian varnishes haunches and flanks, while exquisitely tailored wingsails seem to trap all the light that touches them, save for the swirling galaxy pinpoint stars that has been liberally sprinkled across the surface.

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