H'dgins of Green-Black Rafaelth

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Give Me The Simple!

H'DGINSJAKSTALEYN

Your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother,
or else spend your days biting your own neck.

Give Me The Difficult!

NAME| H'dgins
BIRTHDAY| September 9
HOWOLDAREYOU| Thirty-four
GENDER| Male
SEXUALORIENTATION| Bisexual, usually female-leaning
RANK| Shadowrider, wing's Healer

Is That Really It?!?

HAIRCOLOR| Medium auburn
EYECOLOR| Bright blue
BUILD| Lean, but surprisingly toned for a skinny guy
HEIGHT| 5'7"
PIERCINGS| -
EXTRAS| He has a very stupid beard and moustache, a shade lighter than his hair. He will not shave it. Stop asking. And he's left-handed.
FACE CLAIM| T.J. Thyne
SUMITUP| H'dgins is pretty physically unimpressive. He's always been "the little guy" in the squad and he's always going to be "the little guy," and maybe at one point it would have given him an inferiority complex. He's gotten a little better about that with the years, and really the only evidence that he cares about his stature at all is in his physical condition - it's obvious that he takes care to be in peak condition, even beyond what riders generally require or employ. He might be small, but he's not skinny - he's all lean muscle, He's got a bit of a baby face that he hides under a beard, and hair is ferociously curly. He wears it short to prevent it from making him look ridiculous. It doesn't help.

Give Me A Little More!

LIKES| Herbalism, creepy-crawlies, his job, plans falling into place, being proven right, (more-or-less harmlessly) messing with heads, being busy, getting things done.
DISLIKES| Other geniuses getting the limelight, inefficiency, people who don't take him seriously, kids, commitment, Harpers, being called short, being made a spectacle of.
STRENGTHS|

• Brilliant - he's good at his job and don't you forget it!
  
• Personable - he's one of the more socially apt Shadowriders. Sometimes when he's excited he fails to shut up.
  
• Hyper-aware - he keeps on top of the game. If it happened, he saw it. Period.

WEAKNESSES|

• Short-tempered - boy has anger management problems. Luckily he's short. You can probably take him in a fight.
  
• Conspirator - what's life without a little drama, even if he has to make up a radical theory on his own!
  
• Shy - he's good at his job but he doesn't need you parading all of his personal successes around like he's some sort of big deal.

THEODDBITS| Chronically paranoid (and just because you are paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you). Unable to sit still for long periods of time.
PUTITALLTOGETHER| H'dgins is one of those men who always seems to be bursting with barely-contained energy. He walks quickly, talks quickly, moves his hands, and in general is one of those people who doesn't seem happy unless they're in the middle of three different projects. He multitasks like crazy, and sees "just" sitting and talking as an absurd waste of otherwise-valuable time. Not a leader but a follower, he is nonetheless highly skeptical and critical of those in positions of power, particularly those he suspects of abusing it. H'dgins accepts that humans need leadership or the world will crumble. He doesn't accept the idea that he has to like those leaders.

He's a friendly enough chap, but one of those folks where if you give him an inch, he takes a mile. Tell him that one of his theories is interesting in an attempt to get him to shut up and inspire an hour-long rant about the oppressive nature of Weyr society and how the entire system exists to profit off the very slavery it proposes to eliminate. And it's never quite clear if H'dgins believes any of it. The odds are pretty good he doesn't, since he's apt to spout off any interesting theory he comes across in an effort to stir up controversy. He likes watching the chaos he creates, and he doesn't always take the feelings of others into account. It doesn't always occur to him that the things he says might have real meaning to other people.

That's not to say he's never serious, because H'dgins takes some things very seriously. He has a strong sense of justice, particularly in relation to the "common folk" and a very solid idea of where he stands in the world and what his job is. Among the Shadowriders, he's somewhat reluctant to use deadly force even when necessary, preferring to talk his way into or out of situations. He sees his job as a necessary evil rather than a noble cause, which means that he never takes an order lightly. While he would never directly contradict a superior except in dire circumstances, it's always possible that someone will give H'dgins a command he'll have to refuse. He has a firm moral standard from which he does not stray.

And Who's In Your Life?!?

PARENTS| Mother Gianna, 60. His father was an unnamed visiting bronzerider.
SIBLINGS| He probably has half-siblings by his father, but he doesn't know any of them.
COMPANION| Rafaelth
PETS| Blue firelizard Skip

NAME| Skip
DESCRIPTION| Skip's a funny-looking little animal. With wings that are a little bit large for his body and a bit of a pot-belly, he's certainly not the sleekest or most handsome firelizard around. His hide is medium sky-blue, with a patch of dark blue on his back and over one eye.
PERSONALITY| Picture a terrier puppy. A really, really high-energy terrier puppy that, as much as it wants to please you, really really has more interest in doing all the things. It wants to be a good dog but first it has to shred this and chase that and bark at everything! Now take that terrier puppy personality and port it into a blue firelizard. And that's Skip. He's a good flit - and he more or less obeys - but he needs work. At least he pulls through in a pinch, which is what matters.

SIGNIFICANTOTHERS| At the moment, none.
THEPAST| H'dgins was born at Southern Hold, to a weaverwoman and an unnamed bronzerider. Unlike many children, he seemed to take little to no interest in dragons. He was much more interested in brain than he was in brawn, devoting himself so much to his studies that his mother developed high hopes for the boy. He was sent to study at Healer Hall aged twelve.

Though he had an obvious talent for the craft, he only spent two turns at Healer Hall before he ran off to Farmcraft Hall to study insects and plants. He was wildly successful there, walking the tables to Journeyman at the surprising age of eighteen, and then immediately wandering off back to Healer Hall. He had one specialty, now he wanted another. And five turns later, he passed his practical examinations with flying colours and managed to earn journeyman rank in Healercraft, at twenty-three.

Of course, walking the tables that early in two crafts gives you a lot of theoretical knowledge and pretty much no practical knowledge, so H'dgins (then Hodgins) started travelling. He offered his help where he could, and a turn after he walked the tables found himself invited to Darkened Weyr to act as a contractor on some farming projects. He did well there, making friends with several Riders and overall making a name for himself as a crafter.

And then he Impressed, quite accidentally, from the Stands at an egg hatching. It was...surprising, to say the least, and H'dgins was not thrilled. But it wasn't like you could give a dragon back, so he went through Weyrling training, joined a wing, and began to work as a peacekeeper. He did...fairly well at it, and picked up new skills along the way. In fact, he was dabbling in smithcraft and blueprinting when he was drafted into the Shadowriders. Which is where he's been ever since.

Who Are Your Companions?!?

NAME| Rafaelth
AGE| Ten
PARENTS| Tinnath x Ashilath
COLOR| Bi-toned green-black (Hex code 458B00)
PERSONALITY| Greens are often rumoured to be flirty and airheaded dragons. Blacks are supposed to be elegant and refined. Rafaelth fits both these descriptions sometimes - when she cares to. Mostly, though, she is secretive. She does not care for speaking to others - rider or dragon - and while she'll do it when she has to, on the whole she much prefers to use H'dgins as a third party in all interactions. She's marginally better with the other dragons of her own wing than she is with most, interacting with them of her own volition, but don't expect a chatterbox. As far as Rafaelth is concerned, she is her own keeper and her business is her own business.

She has a flair for the dramatic and a passion for the covert and secretive, and where H'dgins tends to be paranoid and conspiratorial for no real reason, Rafaelth is the one who keeps an eye on the real dangers and conspiracies. She is a sinkhole into which information vanishes, and she's unusually-aware for a dragon. She sees what goes on in the Weyr and on Pern, and often manages to make connections between seemingly-unrelated events much more quickly and cleanly than her rider does. Much like H'dgins, she is fiercely independent, and while she respects her wingleaders, she does not always agree with them. She's much more likely than her rider to disobey an order she dislikes.
DESCRIPTION| Rafaelth is a surprisingly pretty dragon. Long and lean, right around twenty-six meters in length, she is a low-slung animal. Her legs are a bit short for her body, but not so much as to make her look disproportionate. She moves surprisingly well on land as well as in the air, and her sinuously long neck and tail add to her air of serpentine grace. Her hide is nearly all-over black, a dark smoky off-black shade that allows her to better fade into the shadows. She is smudged with a dusky shade of green on her face and talons, as well as under her chin, and the underside of her wing membranes are the same colour.
RIDERRANK| Shadowrider

Who's Behind That Mask?!?

YOURNAME| Gun
YOURAGE| Almost 25
RPEXPIERENCE| About fourteen years?
WHYAREYOUHERE| I don't really remember! I had a bunch of tabs open from adsurfing last night and this site was one of them. XD
RPEXAMPLE|

Someone is here to see you, H'dgins.

"Can it wait?" The annoyance in the rider's voice was unmistakable as he looked up from his desk, turning away from the insect he was meticulously preserving and giving his dragon a look of long-suffering irritation. "Tell them I'm not here," he suggested, voice taking on a note of pleading with that one. "I'm busy."

I'm fairly certain they can hear you in the hallways outside, H'dgins, the dragon answered, eyes whirling soft green-blue with amusement as she again lowered her head, cocking it to point her muzzle at the entrance to the Weyr again. But I'm sure they'll give you points for trying.

"Look, all I want is the chance to unwind from that last job," the rider grumbled, pronouncing the word like somehow it had personally offended him. "That took up way more of my time than it was supposed to, and I lost three days of work on the bugs." He trailed off, then, looking sadly at the insect laying discarded on his desk. It wasn't necessary that he catalogue and preserve the insects in and around the Weyr, but it was something he liked to do. His personal collection was pretty, of course, but that wasn't a reference guide. This was for everyone. "And the bugs are for the good of the Weyr," he added hopefully, giving the black-green dragon a pleading look that earned no response; Rafaelth's head was still facing away from him.

They'll be in soon. Button your shirt better and put the creepy-crawlies away. I think this is a big one, she answered simply, twitching her tail in what might have been amusement. H'dgins grumbled and stood up. Faranth, he hadn't taken this gig to be run to the bone! But oh well. It was necessary, he supposed.

"Faranth, the things I do for you people," he muttered, and went to get the door.

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