BronzeWherhandler Tylar

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| - Human Bio - |

Name: Tylar
Turns: 24
Gender: Male
Rank: Runleader
Sexuality: Homosexual
Weyrmate: Not at this moment.

Appearance: Tylar is tall, six feet five inches tall, generally making him tower over most others. He is also a very bulky man, nearly two hundred fifty pounds of sheer muscle. His shoulders are broad, his biceps big, his waist smaller, he perfectly fits the “wedge” description. Strength and a hard life is evident in his still young body, which chiseled muscles and taught tanned skin.

In all meanings of the word, Tylar is drop dead gorgeous. He has a constant shadow of stubble along his chin, with a bit of a goatee at all times. His hair is a mildly dark brown, standing out against his tan skin. He holds a few battle scars, but doesn’t show them off as others would. Being a total man’s man, he simply knows that he kicks ass, and will only do so if you really deserve a good beat down.

Personality: Tylar is strong and independent. He knows what he wants and he will take it. He will get any task that is set before him done in the quickest amount of time possible. He doesn’t do shortcuts, and he often makes up for the shortcomings of others, doing his best to get everything working naturally. He does not like people who don’t do their fair share.

Tylar is a bit of a jerk at times, but only when people seem to be too thickheaded to listen to what he has to say. He generally knows what needs to be done and will get the task done, if he has to beat other people out of the way or knock sense into them enough to get the job done.

Even with his rough nature, Tylar is a rather understanding guy. If you have a reason for being the way you are, an injury, a horrible past, he’ll be light on you. If you simply have no idea what you are doing or are new to something, he will take it easy on you. However, he doesn’t like to be smart talked and will take you down a notch or two if you feel the need to confront him on something that should be dropped.

However, when weyrmated, Tylar is a very different person indeed. He is gentle and caring and will sit and listen to everything you have to say. He is sensitive and understanding, always trying to lend a shoulder to cry on or a helping hand wherever it is needed. Soft in touch, he usually watches his strength at every moment when he is interacting with someone intimately. They are his life, and he will protect them no matter what it takes.

History: Born in Crystal Cave Hold, Tylar was destined to be a smith. He worked in the mines at a young age, preferring the darkness to the light of the day. He spent days in there at a time, or so it seemed, as he would go in at dawn and come out at twilight. Seeing the men and women with their whers, he knew what he wanted. After that day he was sure to work up in mining and smithing, double crafting as he grew.

He walked the tables for mining first, at the age of nineteen, and then smithing at the age of twenty. A journeyman in two crafts at such a young age, a feat that most did not reach for several turns later, was a clear indication of his dedication when he set his mind to something. But that was the way that Tylar was, always doing his best to excel with good old fashioned work.

Then he decided to pursue his dream in life. He went to Akum Weyr, direly in need of people to fill it up after the plague. He was quite happy to do all the grunt work that he needed to do for his chance at a wher. It wasn’t long before the wherclutch was upon the sands, and he was quite happy to take his shot. The clutchmother saw his potential, and graciously gave him an egg, which later hatched to be his Tylask.

The little bronze and his bonded meshed perfectly with their personalities, and there was nothing that either one would have done differently about their lives. Tylar was quite willing to continue with any grunt work the Weyr wished of him. He did not want to go back to the Hold where people preferred men tying themselves to women. No, he wanted to be a part of something here, willing to take on any duty the Weyr needed to have done.

Other: You might not guess at first glance, but Tylar is a flaming man. He prefers the soft and supple males who like the bottom shelf. Also, he likes flowers. But refuses to tell anyone.

| - Wher Bio - |

Name: Tylask
Turns: 3 Turns
Color: Bronze
Code: A7AA00

Appearance: Tylask is very large for a bronze, the average size of a gold wher. He is very muscular, thick and stocky for even a bronze, built for strength and stamina. His hide is a darker color, clearly bronze and not gold, however he does have brown about the tips of his wings and like socks on his feet. Even his headnobs seem tipped with brown, light at first then darkening the further away from his mass.

Personality: Tylask is a very dutiful wher. He likes to get the job done, and will put all the muscle forth to do it. He likes to make sure that everything is done perfectly, and likes to take all tasks into his own claws. He’s not entirely trusting of others to get the job done perfectly, and tends to hover if they’re doing something he thinks they cannot handle. This makes him an excellent sire, as he is not uncommonly more watchful than green whers, and even some golds.

Other: Tylask really likes babies. Eggs and babies. But he doesn’t always continue his like for them once they’ve grown up. Grown-ups must earn his preferences.

| - Pet Information - |

Name: Smecksi
Turns: 2
Species: Firelizard, green

Appearance: Smecksi is a beautiful little green flitter, thin and narrow with a wide wingspan, she is perfectly proportioned. Delicate and small, she is a strange sight to see with the big burly pair of Tylar and Tylask. Her shading is a dark emerald green, often shining and catching the light, she has only one distinguishing marking, a pale green diamond in the middle of her chest.

Personality: Smecksi is a flirt. She is a lover, not a fighter in any rights. She loves to fly around gracefully and entice the males. However, she is easily distracted by shiny things. Shallow as nothing else, when in flight she will pick the prettiest competitor for her. Also, she tends to take her pretty sparkly objects and carry them around with her, admiring it or herself through it.

Other: Smecksi has a small silver harness about her, and it is her pride and joy, pretty little dangles that catch the light.

[Shori]

ACCEPTED AS BRONZEHANDLER AND RUNLEADER TYLAR AND BRONZE WATCH-WHER TYLASK!!!