~The Masterlist~

Name: R'yn
Age: 19 (He thinks)
Gender: Decidedly male
Occupation: It's hard to be entirely sure. After all, half the time he's a rider, half the time, he's a renegade, and half the time he's the WeyrLeader of Ista Weyr. As near as anyone can tell, he simply can't make up his mind. That, and he's very busy. Half the time.
Home: IstaWeyr
Physical appearance: At 6'3" and an even 190 pounds, he's filled out nicely in the last years of his growth... Of course, that punishment of having to work the forge as part of his mostly accidental candidacy helped things, too. Keeps his dark brown hair long, about chin length, and is bad about keeping it brushed or out of his surprisingly pretty violet eyes. Certain to be seen sulking about, all hours of the day, usually dressed in black-dyed riding leathers.
Personality: Sensitive and sweet, and actually a little shy... He's a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold- Or bronze, if one supposes that's more fitting! He's a nice guy... No, really, he is! Even as he's backsashing the other Weyrleaders, mistreating the weyrlings and younger riders, setting things on fire, turning runners loose in the weyrbowl, pickpocketing, flat out stealing, picking fights, giving people the cold shoulder, shooting dagger-glares, disregarding rules of rider's conduct, disregarding rules period, screaming, cursing, having temper tantrums and spitting insults that would make his mother cry, he's... Well, alright, I guess he's not that nice after all.
Skills: He's good at fist fighting, knife fighting, Bitra-style brawling, and has terribly sticky fingers. He's an exceptional thief, with only two blunders on his record. But aside from the more questionable talents like that, he's actually a very good dancer, and has a surprisingly strong tenor- On the lower end of the range.
Pets: Are good for dinner
Background: Born to a caravan-turned-renegades, his young life was spent as Roryn, and as a thief. Never having received the full story as to why they were renegades, he and his siblings- His elder sister Deliyan, and his younger brother Rhyllyn- followed their father's lead blindly for a good many years. Through the years, his father told them stories of the despicably unfair traits of the dragonriders, who had driven them away from the Northern continent. While in truth it was only a severe falling-out between Dallyn, the band's leader and also Roryn's father, and his dragonrider relatives that brought about their new profession. Deliyan and Rhyllyn were content to follow orders, but Roryn had inherited his mother's free spirit, and had a strong sense of rebellion. Instead of his father's stories causing any hatred, he was intrigued- And after a series of unsuccessful escapes, finally escaped Southern and made it to Ista island when he was sixteen Turns.

It was easy for a skilled thief to slink between holds here and there, taking what he needed without remorse. If anything, the Turn he spent wandering the island helped him prepare for the harder task of infiltrating Ista Weyr, some time after he'd reached seventeen. It was easier than he'd expected, to go unnoticed- He'd lived in the Weyr almost a full year before sticky fingers and bad habits led him to a blundered theft, and drew the eye of WeyrWoman Roswind. Facing off with Roswind, K'blar and K'vyn all at the same time had been one of the most disconcerting moments of his young life, though being sentenced to a sevenday of working in the forge was less than a terrifying experience. If anything, it was enjoyable... and became a little-known hobby.

Dallyn, refusing to lose one of his own- And much less, his son- to the dragonriders he'd taught himself to hate, was quick to pursue. Despite the threats his father made to his life, Roryn was defiant as ever, and stood for the Hatching of Ista's last, and now long past, double-clutch.
It was with considerable satisfaction, that his family was there to see him walk away as R'yn, lifemate of the verdigris bronze Runeth.
To say the least, Dallyn was... Enraged. He waited a while to make his move... but made it while the bronze was still small. His son had been tainted by the influence of dragons, and was lost to him. He beckoned R'yn to the beach alone, one midnight, and attempted to murder him. R'yn was a strong fighter, having gotten through a good many scuffles during his years of thievery. In the end, Dallyn and all the rest of R'yn's family were exiled- Abandoned on one of the Ring islands.

It was not for some time after graduation that R'yn became fully aware of what their fate was to be. And by the time he managed to get to the island to see what had become of them, there were no traces of life left... Thread had eliminated them all. Runeth attempted to take him back to Ista, and allow him to mourn- But with the mental turmoil and flood of images, the jump between was botched. They appeared at the island, again... During the Threadfall that had ravaged his family's half-built holding. But a moment too late, his sister was dying before his eyes... With him weakening, as he and Runeth appeared before themselves, snatching Deliyan from the ground while the Thread tangle meant for her tore into R'yn's left shouder and arm, and a part of Runeth's side.
Time would prove that neither one scarred easily, with nothing but a paler patch of dragon's hide and some discolored marks from R'yn's shoulder, down to the middle of his forearm.
Deliyan was left to her own devices, and put herself in the position of drudge, as her brother recovered.

With ranking authorities deciding that R'yn was better left with little free time on his hands, he was assigned the temporary position of Assistant Weyrlingmaster... With most disastrous results, the rank finally withdrawn when he misdirected the young weyrling Lexx to Fort Weyr during their final class, between. It gave the girl a good hatred for him, which only worsened with a flight-unduced mess. Runeth had shown no interest in the flights only a few sevendays before, but when the green Llawenth rose, he was more than keen on winning. And he emerged as the champion with ease, while trouble began to break out on the ground below his wings. With R'yn not at all keen on spending a flight- Much less his first- with a man, G'briel was more than happy to exit with a bluerider... Leaving R'yn in the bowl with Lexx. The results could not be helped... And the result of the results was Lexx becoming with child, during a brief peaceful lull, while R'yn was grounded, for his misconduct as an aWLM.

A peaceful life would never last, though, R'yn found himself in trouble again- This time, with the onset of the plague. Ista was small, and when the population succumbed, it was easy enough to tell that few would live. Thinking only of himself, of course, R'yn and Runeth transferred out of Ista to a larger Weyr... Which fate did not look kindly upon. The Bronze pair lasted well... and were among the last to succumb. But with no one to care for them, many having died and even more still ill, the future was grim and certain: They were going to die. Runeth, refusing to lose his strong rider to illness, made a desparate decision. Taking a full day to puzzle out how to go about it, the verdigris bronze reached his decision. They had timed it before, this would be no different. Runeth, carefully blocking his rider's delirious input, went between time to return to Ista... Forward, to the time after the plague had subsided.
With the remaining inhabitants immune to the illness, R'yn had a good chance.
They would terrorize Ista again.

Dragon Name: Runeth
Color: Bronze, with very distinctive verdigris highlights on his nose, tail, toes, and neck ridge.
Size: A healthily good size for his color, about 72 ft. in length from nose to tailtip. Strongly built, but a lot more lithe than a usual bronze.
Personality: Runeth is the reason to R'yn's rhyme- And actually, the only sense of reason his rider will probably ever have. As uncouth and wild as R'yn is, Runeth is quiet, stable, very gentle and friendly in demeanor. He is playful and laid-back, always seeming interested in the sake of keeping the peace. Runeth is fiercely loyal to his chosen, like all dragons, but quickly developed a strong affinity for Nesa of gold Valiath- Runeth's mate, as the two dragons knew, ages before Valiath's flight. Outgoing, the verdigris bronze has no qualms about speaking freely to his mate's chosen, verbalising himself to her as readily as though she was his lifemate... An action which is a source of endless irritation, for R'yn.