Post by Wren on Jan 21, 2011 16:22:21 GMT -5
Dirigion
Name: Dirigion
Age: 38 Turns
Gender: Male
Prisoner: No
Crime: n/a
Craft/Rank: Wher handler
Appearance: Dirigion is a man of medium height, but he’s built powerfully. He’s muscular to the extent that you might think he deliberately tries to build it up, though in truth he just spends so much time doing heavy work with his wher that it comes naturally. He has broad shoulders and a broad waist too, and in general a look about him that makes one think they’d rather not bother him. His facial features do little to lessen this effect. He has quite a square, strong jaw and a rounded cleft chin. His bone structure is not fine by any means, with flat, low cheekbones and a prominent nose that’s fairly narrow compared with the rest of his features. His eyes are quite narrow, seemingly set in a permanent squint, but if anything complimentary can honestly be said about his appearance, it’s that his irises are a pleasant blue-grey colour. Overall he has quite a fleshy face, the skin being smooth and flat, but this doesn’t really do much to soften his features. Naturally his skin is rather pale, but thanks to his habit of walking about topless, his torso is a warmer tan colour. He has mouse-brown hair that’s periodically cut very short, but it does get a little longer between being cut, and as he shaves only sporadically, he often has a few sevendays’ worth of dark beard adorning his chin and cheeks.
Personality: Hot-tempered, brutal and often a little sadistic, anyone who doesn’t have a very in-depth knowledge of this man might simply think him cruel. He’s violent and aggressive, and was he a prisoner, well; let’s just say he wouldn’t be allowed to Stand for the clutch. He’s just about managed to stay on the right side of the law however and is now a guard, and so now, when he gets into a fight with one of the inmates, he can claim that it was all in the line of duty. He seems devoid of emotion, of basic human emotions like love, empathy, pity and regret, and to be frank, he simply doesn’t care about other people. You have a problem? Bugger off and sort it out then, why do I need to know? This attitude is rather unnerving to anyone who has to deal with him frequently, and so he is shunned by those he works with, but he doesn’t care. He prefers solitude to being with other humans, and feels that Dirrisk is all the company he could ever need. He does have some sense of right and wrong; he wouldn’t kill or rape anyone, and if he saw someone drowning, he just might drag them to dry land, but I wouldn’t count on it.
But enough the apparently apathetic exterior, Dirigion is just a man with a broken heart. He’s seen so much pain, so much death, that the only way for him to cope is to retreat within himself, where other people can’t reach him and hurt him all the more. He’s in mourning and has been for so long that he’s forgotten how to feel anything but deep, aching sorrow and loss. He is not incapable of love; he’s loved several people in the past, only to see them all go, one by one. The only thing he has left is Dirrisk, and if it weren’t for that wher, Dirigion may well have killed himself long ago. Dirrisk is his wrong, the one thing he can cling to when all else is lost, because really, deep down, this man is rather weak-minded. He has experienced a lot of pain, yes, but others have experienced worst and come out of it in a better state that Dirigion, but Dirigion has always been easy to break. Often rather gullible, he can be convinced to do almost anything if given a suitably persuasive argument. Despite how much he loves and needs his wher, Dirigion is not in the habit of showing him much affection. He cares for the wher yes; provides his food and washes his hide, but you will not seem him petting or cuddling the creature. It doesn’t matter though, there seems to be an unspoken understanding between the two, a simple knowledge that each loves the other.
History: Once upon a time, a drudge in Southern Weyr gave birth to a son whose father she did not know, and she named him Dirigion, an incongruously grand name for one so insignificant. She cared for him for some time, keeping him close, and perhaps the boy’s life would have been much sweeter, if less interesting, had she not died whilst trying to deliver her second child when Dirigion was just seven Turns old. Left alone with no family to care for him, Dirigion was forced to fend for himself. He became hard and cold at an age when most boys were still playing in the crèche, and he developed a brutality, a will to anything to survive. He got into trouble. He stole, he lied, he got into fights, and at the age of just eight, he started experimenting with dust. He didn’t make a habit out of it, simply because have the means to get his hands on enough to do so, but it didn’t so his still-developing brain much good. At age nine he stole a wher egg from a green clutch. The egg hatched into his blue, and despite how unwise it might seem for such a young boy to have the responsibility of caring for a wher, Dirrisk did force him to curb his reckless habits. He began to draw less attention to himself, and the one time he did take dust after the wher’s birth had the beast writhing in such agony that Dirigion vowed to never do it again. Once Dirrisk became too big to hide, Dirigion made himself known to the other wher handlers at Southern, and began taking on duties.
And so Dirigion and his wher grew up together. Dirigion mellowed as he aged, until, by the time he was seventeen or so, he was an awkward, quiet, but overall quite charming boy. He had several good friends, closest amongst them, a timid boy a little younger than he and a loud, bossy girl who was a little older, both of them, handlers. There was also another girl, a weak and sickly but extremely pretty drudge who Dirigion took an immediate liking to. After much cajoling on his part, the two became lovers. That too, could have been the end of Dirigion’s story, but remember, Dirigion’s life is nothing if not tragic. When he was twenty-three, his bossy but beloved friend was killed when she fell from the back of her brown wher and landed awkwardly. Eight turns after this, his timid companion died. All of this, Dirigion seemed to cope with. He mourned, yes, but he seemed to quickly put it behind him. That all changed when his lover, who had been his steady partner since they were both teenagers, experienced complications whilst in labour. She had had two miscarriages before carrying a baby full term, but sadly, after all that, it killed her. It was that that finally broke Dirigion’s heart, and he retreated deep within himself. It was only the steady presence of Dirrisk that allowed him to keep a little sanity. He decided that he had to leave Southern, that he needed a change of scene, and when he heard about Warden’s, he thought it would be the perfect place for Dirrisk and him. He transferred, and has been a guard ever since.
Other stuff: (PB - Gerard Butler)
Dirrisk
Name: Dirrisk
Color: Blue
Age: 29 Turns
Appearance: Dirrisk is a medium sized blue in terms of length, but he’s a little shorter at the shoulder than many of his colour due to his short, compact legs. Overall he’s quite a stocky creature with a build like a bulldog; a thick, short neck, a big, barrelled chest. He’s covered in hard, lead muscle, the product of Turns of hard work with enough food, and no more. His hide is mottled royal blue and navy, making him rather a dark creature overall, though the thin membrane of his vestigial wings stands out, being a much paler sky blue.
Personality: The main thing that one has to know about Dirrisk is that he is absolutely devoted to Dirigion. It’s as if he lives only to please his handler, and is constantly looking for praise and approval from him. He will do anything his handler asks without question, regardless of the pain it might bring to himself; if ‘Dee’ said he must do it, he must do it, and that is that. He’s not the brightest of whers; his vocabulary is small and he always speaks in third person because he can’t comprehend any other. He’s also not the friendliest of whers, for although he’s nothing but an obedient puppy with Dirigion, he can be quite hostile towards other creatures, whers, dragons and humans alike. He’s a territorial, an over-enthusiastic guard dog, and he will snarl threateningly at anyone who comes too close. He understands that Dirigion doesn’t like it if he hurts a human, so he usually refrains from doing so, but sometimes he forgets and takes a bite. This unfriendliness might simply be what has rubbed off from Dirigion though, because when the handler was more social and relaxed, so was the wher.
