Nyriayr

Name: Nyriayr
Age: 45
Season of Birth: Mid Winter
Birth Hold/Weyr: Southern Hold
Time at Hold/Weyr(s): Born-5: South Boll Hold
5-12: Keroon Hold
12-15: Igen Hold
15-27: High Reaches Weyr
27-32: Traveling around Pern, to various Holds
32-current: Sabishi Weyr
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Master Tanner || Dragonless || Trader
Dragon/Wher: --
Pets: Runners Oisa and Epolo, Black Panther Mrreow Varoa, Ichigo flit Lars, Kin flit Rao




Play-By: Shahrukh Khan
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'3"
Build: Tall and muscular
Overall Description: Nyriayr is an attractive man. Tall, muscular, lean, with a strong jaw. He has a large nose, full lips, and black hair that never seems tamed. Often in darker clothing, he is always seen with a pair of covers over his forearms that hide his shame; twin scars running the length of his forearms. Dark skinned, he doesn't burn from the heat, but if he's outside often he does get a little darker. Even though he hasn't been a Rider in many Turns, he still keeps to a rigorous schedule that doesn't allow him much down time, which keeps him in good shape for his age. Long legged and limbed he tends to have to crouch to go through doorways, just a little. His black hair isn't long enough to pull into a runner's tail but not short enough to stay out of his cocoa brown orbs. The thick mane that threatens his vision often is normally left alone and to it's own devices, least Nyr try and tame it and fail. 



Likes:
- His runners
- Working with his hands and leather
- Gins
Dislikes:
- Aoi's
- People looking at his scars
- Memories
Strengths:
- Helping others
- Assisting Riders who have lost their dragons
- Hunting and trapping animals
Weaknesses:
- Any Gin that looks like his Verelth
- Rises
Overall Description: At one point in time, Nyriayr was always laughing and smiling. He was fun loving and witty, the life of any event. There was always a light in his eyes that spoke volumes about how much this man loved to make others laugh and smile. But that light is gone now. Replacing it is a bitter gaze, one that contains a dark and tormented soul, one that longs to join his sweet Verelth, but knows that there is no way to do such a thing right now. He rarely smiles now and if he does, it isn't pretty but some kind of twisted thing that frightens and makes others cringe or run. However, if you look real close, there . . . in the corner of his eyes, just barely hidden behind all the anger and rage that burns in him, there is a spark of his old self there. Many Turns have slowly cooled down that rage that almost consumed him when Verelth died.

One thing brings a light to his face: his runners, Oisa and Epolo. No, they don't share a bond like he had with Verelth, but they are the closest thing he can get to it. Even though he is a Master Tanner, runners calm him so you can often find him in the stables when he's not at his shop or exploring for new ideas in his Craft. There are a few good days, but they are outnumbered by the bad ones. He's still healing from his lose. Even though his scars on his forearms are healed, you can often find him scratching at them like they itch. It's a phantom pain, but it still plagues him.



Mother: Moscha
Father: Voraw
Siblings: --
Children: --
Mate: X'ced of Kohaku Oosayath - High Reaches Weyr
Background: Nyriayr was born in the South Boll Hold. His mother died in childbirth and his father passed him off to a crechewoman as soon as he was able to. Nyriayr stayed at South Boll Hold until he was five Turns old, when a young couple adopted him and took him back to their home Hold of Keroon. From there, he learned about runners and other beasts from his new family.

When it came time for Nyriayr to chose a Craft, his family was quite surprised when he chose to go to Igen Hold and become a Tanner. His mother and father thought he would stay in Keroon and learn the family trade of Beastcraft. It was true, he loved the animals but he felt that his calling was else where and it didn't help that he had a restless spirit. So at twelve Turns old, he left Keroon Hold and traveled to Igen to start his new life. Three Turns later, he was Searched and taken to High Reaches Weyr. He Impressed at seventeen, to the stunning and beautiful Gin Verelth.

For the next fourteen Turns, Nyriayr, N'ayr of Gin Verelth, lived a life as a dragonrider. He saw the world of Pern, watched several generations of dragons born and many Candidates turn into Weyrlings and then into Riders. He was, at one point in time, the Weyrling Master as High Reaches. Life was good.

When he was twenty Turns old, Verelth Rose for the first time and she was caught by Kohaku Oosayath and his rider, X'ced. Verelth didn't clutch and Nyriayr found a new friend in the Kohakurider. They stayed together for many Turns and Oosayath gave chase and caught Verelth several times after that. However, just after Nyriayr's twenty-sixth nameday, Verelth Rose, her Kohaku mate gave chase along with a large group of males. In that group, was a young Aoi that had a nasty temper. During the Rise, the young Aoi overtook Verelth and tried to force mate with her. Verelt tried to defend herself, Oosayath tried to defend her, and the young Aoi's Rider tried to bring him down, but nothing worked. In the end, Verelth went between, to try and lose the male, and never came out. Oosayath almost went between to be with his mate, but luckily a Midori brought him to the ground and kept him there. Nyriayr stood on the ground for days, waiting for his Gin to come back out from the cold between but he knew that she never would. A few days later, he attempted to join her but X'ced caught him with two slits going up his forearm and a dagger poised over his heart. X'ced was able to overpower Nyriayr and get him to the Infirmary, but he knew that his love would bear the scars of his attempt for the rest of his life, if he survived.

Nyriayr was placed under constant supervision for many, many sevendays and X'ced stood by him through the whole thing. By the time Nyriayr was able to leave the Infirmary, Oosayath had been allowed off the ground, but it was clear that the Kohaku wasn't the same, neither was Nyriayr or X'ced. Their relationship was strained now that Verelth was gone, it seemed the Gin had been the glue, even though Nyriayr and X'ced knew it wasn't true. Nyriayr had changed, he was now bitter and cold toward those who still had their dragons. He couldn't look at an Aoi or their Riders without breaking down into tears or wanting to hit them. His scars were a constant reminder. Within a Turn of Verelth going between Nyriayr left High Reaches Weyr and traveled around Pern, going from Hold to Hold. He avoided the Weyrs, avoided dragons when they came into the Holds, ignored the faint call from X'ced's Kohaku whenever he ventured to close to High Reaches.

For almost six Turns, Nyriayr traveled. He became a Master Tanner at thirty, began teaching apprentices, selling a few wares here and there, just anything to get him by without having to deal with Riders or their dragons. At thirty-one, Nyriayr stepped into High Reaches Weyr for the first time since Verelth's passing. He saw X'ced, saw the young daughter X'ced had with a Kinrider, and instead of feeling any kind of hatred or pain over it, Nyriayr was happy that his mate had moved on, though he could see that there was still love for him in the Kohakurider's eyes. He was also able to see Oosayath, though the Kohaku barely remembered him. At the end of the visit, Nyriayr said goodbye to X'ced and High Reaches and left for good. Within a Turn, he ended up at Sabishi Weyr, not with the intent of staying, but just figured it was time to stop being petty and help out the Riders as best he could. He couldn't face the Weyr that had given and taken away his life, but he took it one day at a time with the new Weyr.

Thirteen Turns later, Nyriayr still visits Sabishi Weyr. He even has a small shop that he sells wares from time to time. He has a stall in the stables for his two runners. Friends, loved ones, and a whole new life. He still has his moments of pain when he sees a Gin that looks like Verelth, but he found he can now be around the Gins without breaking down every time. During a Gathering that Nyriayr came upon a booth that was selling these little Mrreow cubs. Of course, having runners and having just spent a good amount of his spending Marks on flit eggs, Nyriayr was about to walk away from the Mrreow booth until he felt a slight tug at his finger tips. Looking down, Nyr found this little black cub standing on her hind legs, with her whole body stretched out, one front paw reaching out to him. The slight tugging he had felt was on of her claws had snagged his wrist guard and she was mewling at him to fix it. Before he knew it, Nyr was visiting the man who had been selling the Mrreow cubs until finally, Varoa, his black panther Mrreow was ready to leave her mother and come home with him.