Name: Ryzo

Gender: Male, he/him, straight

Age/DOB: 17, born ky -13

Origin: Caledrus Hold

Family: Mother Aaryea, father Tzeado; Younger Sister Azaeda

Other: is fairly sure that he'd enjoy meeting more young women with a dragon to show off, but he won't hesitate to introduce himself in a group even without one

Height: 6'

Build: strong and healthy

Hair: coppery dark brown, kept short, quite thick

Eyes: medium blue

Appearance: tanned skin, enjoys brown and tan color schemes; has a deep and slightly gruff voice

Standing At: Ryslen Courts

Dragon: Ziassioth

Created/Updated: 10.5.23

Events and History: Aaryea and Tzeado might not have been a couple before their dragons teamed up all those years ago, but they did stay together afterwards. Their two children grew up in a stable, healthy environment. Ryzo was walking and climbing from a very early age, energetic and constantly looking for ways to play hide and seek even if his folks weren't playing with him... When his younger sister was born, this play escalated for him but was actually more of a relief for the folks: they only needed to find one of them, as the other would be by soon enough.

Ryzo grew up with the dragons and their expectations, loving the way they moved and how they sounded when they called or 'sang'. Dragons are life, for him. They're strong and careful, so he learned from them where they will put their huge foot, how their tail sweeps if they need to turn, how their wings require space to spread and lift so they can take off. Perhaps he is the one who suggested that Caledrus needed a longer air field, since some of their riders, no longer confined to Alabaster's area and sent home to their 'hold' rather than a 'caer', had dragons that were very large or very bulky. He even drew up a plan for one, with a 'diving platform' suitable for weyrlings to learn to fly and not crash themselves into a marble pit (... who builds such things on hard stone?!) when they're unable to lift all the way off?

He knew that he and his sister Azaeda had been Searched when they were quite young, but even if there were numerous hatchings along their youth and teenage years, neither of them were selected to properly stand at them. It wasn't that they weren't trying hard enough to be impressed, but Ryzo respects the dragons and their organization enough that if he wasn't searched for a clutch, only the dragons would be able to tell whether they needed him to come down from stands instead.

He can feel the strength of emotions around any sands, even before the hatching, and knows that his sister is in the same situation. So when they were selected to come to Nidus Ryslen, they were both somewhat giddy about it. Maybe it would finally be their time. Maybe now, they could both show off their truest skills!

**

He'd been fishing a bit, something that was a little less easy to do back home - but he enjoyed it, and maybe... if he was on a dragon who liked to fish too, they'd be able to go farther and bring back bigger and better catches.

Well, perhaps not too big, Ryzo realized that there might be some very large fish in those wild Alskyran oceans. And what would he do if he was on that dragon's back? Dive into the whole ocean? He chuckled to himself, he'd rather stick to fishing on the dock or from a boat! His afternoon had been pretty successful at that, and he helped deliver a good catch to the kitchen staff before heading up to get clean and read a little.

He spotted his sister oddly full of herself in as much as she could ever be called that, looking off into the middle distance as she very often did.

"What'd I miss?" He asked, and though she didn't answer him he got the impression that she'd been involved in something with 'important' people? Huh. Well go figure. He was starting to smell a bit more like fisherman and less like a rider, and up in a weyr - a Nidus - he didn't want to get a reputation for being stinky...

Not that he or anyone else in these classes and at the sands would have shied away from the stinky work of cleaning those dragon chambers, they all came out of those equally weird smelling. Cleaning fluid and dragon goop, well, great combination there.

A good soak was in order, with his own journal to review. He'd been keeping track of the weather patterns, though they would clearly be different if and when he went home to Caledrus. He decided to draw up what he wondered the air currents were, and whether any given dragon might be able to fly down the Hold's crevasse...

***

Having shaken off his dizziness and seen his green sister bond the nice fox girl, the Twilight Brown was on the move. He was solid and confident and was going to grow up to be the epitome of brown, and needed a rider who was confident and not oozing ego. The first person he walked up to was a tall woman with honey colored hair. He looked up at her, and she looked down at him. She wasn't the one. She tipped her head toward the tall man standing beside her, and the brown looked up at him instead.

Yes, precisely. The brown said, and took the last few steps over to Ryzo. I am your Ziassioth.

Ryzo looked at his dragon, and then at his sister, so he was first to see the gold dragonet that had walked up while he had been briefly communing with Ziassioth. He nodded his approval, even though he knew that She needed no such approval.

**

They had continued to strive for the best they could be, and truly, attained it while they were Tiro and Paro alike. The class dwindled as those Tiros and their new dragon bonds went home earlier, and finally it was down to a mere handful to graduate properly into their riding gear and ranks.

Ryzo was quite proud of both himself and his dragon, as well as his sister and her queen. Who wouldn't be proud! The blood-tipped Court Brown he has bonded had grown into a strong and bold presence, made more visually stunning with the grown horns and tall crest, and needless to say the presence of that Blood Court marking... Perhaps a bit intimidating. That was fine, it meant that people would take him more seriously.

Though what exactly they'd be doing when they went home to Caledrus... Would it require their leadership skills? Would they be needed as fighters against whatever odd threats were around? Or just - fishing?

"It's not just fishing," Ryzo admitted, "I like it! Got quite a taste for it at Ryslen and I think we could have some fun on the shore."

More distant shore than there, Ziassioth said, but I like flying, and you like fishing!

Soon enough they realized their calling though - it would be to find those lost at sea, and occasionally, find those who would make good riders or Novos!

Dragon

Name: Ziassioth (zee ASSY oth)(... hush! just use 'Z'!)
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium-Large 14'3" s
Colors: Blood Court Twilight Brown ** Light/Night/Twilight coloration for pure Courts available only with Ryslen clutching
Features: Ryslen Blood court, four large paws, two leather wings with wrist claws; head has two back pointing slender horns, headknobs, and webbed frills, neck has more fluted curvy Ryslen crest; tail has finned end
Powers: Winged Flight, Z uses low and slow glides over the coast, as much as powerful combat moves in the high clouds. He's suitable for virtually anything, browns seem to be like that, right? He's anything but typical, however, and will slip into a sleek dive from a very high cliff to show off how well he can bank and swoop over a village, and can, in fact, fly with his body sideways moving through the Caledrus crevasse without hitting even one laundry line!
Teleportation, enjoys shorter distance local jaunts, far enough apart that an enemy will become confused and he can start a new attack without being seen. He can and does move very long distances, across the seas between Paniya and other Islands, as well as offworld, but he's only ever been to and from Ryslen and Alskyr and is unlikely to try finding 'new, new' worlds
Verbal Speech and Telepathy, Prefers to use his mental voice, which has the mental aftertaste of very good fine chocolate apparently... Can communicate at virtually any distance - world wide - with his bond, and up to 10 miles with other telepathic beings regardless of their breed, and up to 2 km for non-telepathic minds. His voice, when he speaks out loud, is deep and somewhat gritty, an attribute he claims is due to the salt water fishing he does
Blood Activated Elemental Magic, Fish have blood, though he prefers to snatch a passing gull or 'whatever is at hand that doesn't have a mind to object', and then Ziassioth can perform elemental abilities that he's dabbled with. A variety of elements, actually, such as stone and earth (when he needs to land on a surface that isn't exactly user-friendly he can soften it up or let rocks crumble for effect), water (particularly useful and his strongest ability to keep his rider and their rescues from drowning), and even a little bit of fire (hey he's a dragon right? And they are 'expected' to have fire!) but none of them are particularly strong due to his experimentation with numerous types. Generally the water is the most useful and he practices it a lot more than the others, and can reach out through choppy waves to locate wrecks or victims and bring them to the surface for carrying home on the wing
Parentage: Mother: Albino Eilonwyth; Father: Brown Sahalth; Lineage: Blood Court Only
Origin: Nidus Ryslen, Court Clutches
Other Info: There's little more typical about him than his 'being a brown', honestly. He's smart and friendly and diligent and willing, and is able to focus on whatever task is at hand or paw as well as invent new things to do when he's bored or his rider is busy.