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Wingrider N'non
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Common Knowledge: A rather brusque-looking man, few dare to tangle with this egotistic brownrider. A traditionalist, it is no secret that he abhors following the lead of a blueriding female and her ridiculous “pet” green/queenrider and that his current goal is to take up the role of Weyrleadership himself if not place a proper bronzerider at the head once again. Brown Maltoneth, though a beautiful specimen, is just as conceited as his rider, a fact that does not help improve Pern’s negative view of their dragonriders.


Character Name: Narinon

Birthdate (age): 4.22.3292 (28)

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Southern Weyr
Current Location: Last Hope Weyr


Family: Parents –bronzerider T’non (deceased @ 41) and cook Mavurri (deceased @ 44)

Foster mother – worker woman Desliga (deceased @ 51)

Half-brothers – blueriders T’vur (deceased @ 20), M’non (deceased @ 22)

Weyrmate – laundress Kabri (deceased @ 24)

Son – weyrbrat Cabrinon (deceased @ 4)


Physical Description: A rather thickset man with a fighter’s physique, N’non has the rough look of a man not to be crossed. Though not exceptionally tall, N’non undoubtedly has a strong presence. His curly, dirty-blonde hair is always close-cropped, and it tends to spike up after he removes his riding helmet. His beard and mustache are quite bushy as they merge with his hair, carefully trimmed to get just the right “tough-guy” look. His bland-colored brown eyes are beady and judgmental, always seeking faults or reasons to complain.


Personality: Judgmental and arrogant, N’non is a rather unsavory character. He has little subtlety to speak of and makes no effort to hide the fact that he is disgusted with the way the Weyr leadership has fallen to the weak riders of lesser dragons. Of course, that only goes along with his chauvinistic views on women. With the loss of all those he loved—excepting Maltoneth—in recent runs, N’non has somewhat of a depressed cast to him, but such is rarely evident these days, what with his constant plotting to “right” the Weyr.

N’non is undoubtedly a tough-guy. Having little better to do, he keeps to a strict exercise-policy to maintain muscles that he is rarely hesitant to use. Though he appears to be all brawn, such is not entirely the case…even if he isn’t overtly intelligent. He’s a stubborn pig who refuses to accept change, but also believes that Thread will one day fall again…though perhaps not anytime in the near future.


History: Born weyrbrat in Southern, Narinon was raised amongst many other youngsters and placed directly under the care of the work Desliga, a woman who was always quick to discipline him for the slightest misdemeanor. So it was that Narinon found himself going out of his way to make trouble and not get caught. Amongst the children he played with, Narinon was the eldest and most liable to take charge. Many of his friends believed that he would one day Impress a bronze, and so Narinon’s head grew even bigger.

For the most part, Narinon was not troubled by the plague. Of course, it did take both his parents and his elder half-brother T’vur, but Narinon had never been particularly close to any of them anyways. Shortly before he turned eighteen, Narinon lost both his remaining half-brother, M’non, and Desliga. Though he had been a candidate for turns already, ironic fortune would have it that the young man then Impressed his beloved Maltoneth. Determined not to let his losses ruin the newly forged relationship, N’non pored his love into the brown dragon, their relationship becoming a tad deeper in comparison with his fellow weyrlings, practically convincing Maltoneth that he was the glorious bronze N’non always felt he deserved.

They graduated without accolades, embarking upon their mature lives with few hindrances. After all, the plague was over and the pair were wise enough to remain in the sparsely populated Weyr, away from the aversion of the holdsfolk. In fact, with Maltoneth’s aid, N’non even caught himself a weyrmate, the submissive yet convivial Kabri. N’non was twenty when he became a father, but like his parents before him, N’non had no interest in raising his son and so fostered Cabrinon off to the lower caverns. All in all, life was good. Dragon and rider excelled in the interval games, what with the meager numbers

He was twenty-four when the earthshakes abruptly collapsed Southern, crushing his young son and beloved weyrmate. N’non followed the others to Last Hope with a heavy heart, made only worse when the elderly Cortath was caught by a self-righteous female bluerider. Though never a particularly social man, N’non’s skimpy amiability deteriorated even more with his depression, and he made it his sole goal to put a proper bronzerider back in charge. In fact, he wouldn’t be opposed to taking the rank himself, as Maltoneth was certainly as gifted as any bronze. Major changes passed by to his great irritation as a green was named queen and a young female brownrider was promoted to weyrlingmaster.

Now his patience is almost at its end. But to his immense surprise, Truth laid not just a clutch, but an actual queen egg! His spirits have uplifted slightly with that knowledge, and he looks forward to molding the new goldrider, making sure that she is aware and supportive of the traditional ways that seem to be dying all around them.



DRAGONRIDER INFORMATION
Dragonrider Rank: Wingrider

Honorific: N’non

Dragon Name: Maltoneth

Hatch Location: Last Hope Weyr

Age: 10

Color: Brown


Physical Description: In addition to being a rather large brown, Maltoneth’s hide is the rich, reddish brown of carnelian. Though his neck is a little on the long side (a frequent teasing point between dragon and rider) there is no doubt that Maltoneth is a beautiful specimen of a dragon. He bears no scars along his perfectly smooth hide, and he holds within him an almost imperial elegance.


Personality: What with the minute number of bronzes left on Pern, it often seems that Maltoneth believes himself to be one of such traditionally superior dragons. Despite being somewhat “wherry-necked”, Maltoneth is quite proud of his otherwise glorious appearance. He despises following a blue and—like his rider—is determined to oust Wrath and take charge of the Weyr, or at the least, place a proper bronze at the lead. He has a high opinion of himself and his rider and would never let any harm come to either of them.