Aneris Weyr, sent 3.31.22
| Name | Tymax |
| Gender | Male, straightish |
| Age | 17 |
| Height | 6'0" |
| Build | Deceptively slender looking, but very muscular, long torso and strong legs and back, walks with a very slight limp due to an early life incident |
| Skin | Brown, with some scarring around his right hip and foot |
| Hair | Dark reddish brown, with black at one temple; thickly wooly and kept in long heavy dreads, to mid-back |
| Eyes | Medium hazel green, almond shaped but large and mysterious looking, under angled brows |
| Origin | Dragonhope Weyr, rider/stonecraft |
| Status | Candidate, Apprentice Gemcrafter |
| Family | Mother Tameshal, father S'vax, younger sister Shyvex; Grandparents Weyrleaders S'xon and Kira, extended relatives plentiful |
| Literacy | Strongly literate, is the type to not just read but memorize rules and guidelines, and notices small errors in any script easily |
| Focus | Though he is apt to remain working at a job station, his mind has been known to wander a bit, however he would never let a piece or job remain unfinished |
| Values | A set of tools which he uses for fine work, creating jewelry; he also likes personal space a bit more than his sister... |
| Skills | A bit of Stonecraft, but much more in the way of gemology and jewlery making, metalcraft though not mining; he is quite artistic, and likes making things for people's hair or styles |
| Knacks | Listens in on gossip, keeps it all tucked away for later; can spot a 'bad apple' in a group, and though this isn't a power like his sister's, he is very good at it |
| Likes | Honey and mead, he tends to trade for wines and treats, never really getting fat... |
| Dislikes | Being tapped for heavy work, but he's got an excuse to avoid it |
| Fears | Being crushed again, he doesn't like doing deep mine work, and will keep away from construction for this reason |
| Goals | If a dragon will have him, he'd love to be able to travel far and wide for new items |
| Searched | As a toddler, shortly before his sister |
| Dragon | none yet |
| Hatched | Aneris Weyr |
| Clutch | (22?) Gold Breaundath and Gold Gobicharth |
| Pet | none yet |
Where his sister was boldly thrashing around on that dragon she fell from as a child and was very clearly going to be hurt by her actions, it was absolutely not in Tymax's control that a large chunk of rough-hewn marble fell away from its mooring and landed square on his right leg. Even if he'd understood at the time what was happening, he was not old enough or big enough to run away from that spot, so his parents watched all but helplessly as their son's leg was mangled. Thankfully the only lasting damage seems to have been a bit of tightness and inflexibility in his joints, and scarring from surgeries that his aunt performed in order to make sure he could walk properly. Since he was very young when this happened, he has never needed therapy or physical aids to properly get around - a great relief to his parents.
That said, the injury definitely put a fear of that marble and the large sizes it comes in, into the boy's mind. But his parents are both Master Stonecrafters. What to do with their boy? Obviously they could offer him whatever training he could take or wanted, but they also didn't want to stress him so much or give unrealistic expectations. They didn't coddle him: but when he was old enough to start working with the tools of their trade, he instead pointed to a much smaller and refined set of tools - those of the jewler nearby.
He took to these expertly, easily, helping to create beautiful jewelry and items that any Hold would proudly display as a keepsake from a visit. He developed a system for setting small stones into holders that would then catch and amplify light - in another dimension this might have become laser technology! But here, it's more for diffusing light and brightening chambers that otherwise might be dim or dark. He can work with crystals or gems, either way he loves making them sparkle.
His touch is light, but precise, and this extends from his gem cutting to the touch of a lover, or his penmanship. He plays darts with groups of weyrbrats and riders alike, and wonders: if he has to ride into combat against Thread, will he be able to throw a lumpy sack of firestone with as much ease? Then again, the Weyr was already working on other systems of delivery and carrying the stuff so the riders didn't have to be so distracted with it in the heat of Threadfall.
And Threadfall was coming. That thought filled his young mind with dread, and then the rest of the Weyr's when the first strands of the stuff started coming down. He knew that neither he nor his sister - or any of their other relatives in crafts - were to be slated as combat worthy, they were of much more use concentrating on their crafting duties. But still, it never hurt to be prepared at least.
When their sister's amazingly yellow gold dragoness flew at Aneris Weyr, it surprised no one that she had an admirable first clutch of fifteen eggs on the sands. What was more surprising was that the sire was... a gold? A male gold? Wonders never ceased. But then again, he glanced at the brown female ridden by Chyssen and thought perhaps there was more to dragons than just a list of simple colors.
And on that note, he got a gleam in his eye, and began working on something to commemorate the clutch; a pin in the stylized shape of a dragon, with spots for small colorful stones - fifteen of them. He reproduced this pin seventeen times: one for each egg, and one each for the parents. But he couldn't fill in the stones until he knew what would hatch from the eggs they represented!
(continued in Shyvex's page)
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