Weyrlingmaster L'vey of Green Faeth

Name: L'vey (Levetey)
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Weyrlingmaster/Apprentice Healer

Appearance:

L'vey is a slender shadow of a man, a lean, dark-eyed presence who seems to take up more space than his spare body implies. There's something about him, an intensity. Is it the dark green eyes? The short brown hair shot through with gray? Hard to say really, but regardless, it's there. He has a large, hooked nose, and a neat, trim beard, which serves to somewhat hide his expression, which rarely turns up to a smile. A kind man, but not a happy one.

Personality:

In another world L'vey might have been a priest, or a monk, meditating somewhere on society's ills. But L'vey was born on Pern where there is no god or faith into which he can pour his driving need for devotion. No, Pern has people. Pern has dragons. So, it is to them that L'vey therefore turns. Dragonriding is his religion, people are his commandments. And L'vey is a deeply faithful man.

What L'vey believes, in the end, is that people are basically good. Time and circumstance may impact them unjustly, but with patience and a steady hand they can be lead back to their true nature. And what better guide than a dragon?

L'vey's beliefs seem naive to some. And that's not unfair. But it would be wrong to apply that label to the man himself. L'vey is whip smart, with a mind that misses almost nothing. It's only that his brilliance is then filtered through his particular worldview and colored accordingly. It isn't that he's blind to the evil in others, indeed, because of his fixations he sees it quite clearly. It's just that he sees it as an illness, something that requires curing.

You don't hate a man for being sick, right?

While the flame of passion burns hot in L'vey it also burns low. He is, in fact, a quiet, soft spoken man. He speaks with passion, with belief, but no one has ever heard him raise that voice of his. Instead he approaches the world quietly, politely, with infinite patience and kindness without end.

Because L'vey is kind. Oh, yes. That path of good he believes in? What sort of believer would he be if he didn't follow it steadfastly himself? He holds himself to an impossibly high moral standard, eschewing greed, anger, and, yes, lust. Outside of Flight's L'vey will not allow himself such things. He says he finds them distracting.

It's not that L'vey doesn't feel these emotions. He's just excellent at repression. Do his inadequcies haunt him? Certainly. But he keeps those agonies to himself, sharing his guilt only with Faeth.



History: L'vey's life, as he sees it, has been a simple one. He was born at Ista Weyr, to two dragonriders. Neither was particularly interested in their son, but such was to be expected. He was happy enough, among the other Weyr-brats, though he was a shy, quiet boy for the most part.

At thirteen, he left for the Healer hall, where he studied with the same quiet intensity he did everything. He learned quickly, and well, but the studies disturbed him. Death, the finality of it, terrified L'vey. Life was so precious, and so squandered. He watched people interact, observed petty cruelties and great ones, and began to become more and more fixated on the subject.

Which might have been the end of things, if he weren't Searched at the age of seventeen. Candidacy was difficult for L'vey, but, despite not impressing for the first clutch he stood for, he decided to stay on and keep trying. He was fascinated by the dragons, by the way people seemed to change after impression, by the grace they seemed to bring into the world. At twenty-two he impressed Faeth, a green with as much fire and passion as L'vey himself had but in a much more pronounced way.

With Faeth, L'vey actually went back to the Healer Hall to continue his studies, and, with the skills of a Sr. Apprentice, worked, for turns, as a transport for Healers who, after all, often needed to get to patients quickly. At thirty, he retired from this position to become a Weyrlingmaster, happy at the opportunity to influence young minds.

When L'vey heard of the creation of Warden's Weyr, he instantly became fascinated by the idea. While he agreed that dangerous people must be locked away, lest they continue to cause harm to society, he disagreed with the overall goal of Warden's Weyr, the focus on punishment instead of rehabilitation. When the 'donor' clutch was sent to Warden's, L'vey volunteered to accompany it. They would, after all, need a Weyrlingmaster, and he had the experience. Now, at Warden's, with a new, unexpected clutch on the sands, L'vey is seeing his chance to make a mark on the world, and the lives of others.

Other stuff:



Name: Kin
Species: Firelizard
Color: Gold
Appearance: Pudgy, small.
Personality: Flirty, curious, troublesome.


Name: Faeth
Color: Green
Age: 20
Appearance:

Faeth is a tiny little thing, capable of carrying the weight of her rider and one passenger but no more. She's quick though, a graceful little streak of lightning when she's in the air. Her hide is a soft, grayish green, with darker green freckles along her neck. A darker green mask covers some of her nose and climbs upward toward her first neckridge.

Personality:

If L'vey is quietly passionate, Faeth is thunderously so. She shares her riders beliefs, but she doesn't gently interject them into conversation. No, Faeth wants to preach to the heavens. She's got a low, rumbling sort of mindvoice, with the ability to project rather boomingly when she so chooses.

Faeth loves you. She just thinks your wrong. And your doing wrong things. But that's okay. She still loves you. She loves you so much that she will preach to you for hours, days if necessary, to help you change your ways. She will be the shining light to guide you home.

Faeth does not have the same unshakable faith in dragons that her rider does, and much of her preaching is directed at her peers. However, she's not afraid to talk to humans if she feels they need a bit of her guidance.