Voice Actor Name: T'mor (previously Taimor) Age: 29 Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: He's open to all of his options tbh Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Wingleader of Fire Storm Wing Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman/General Cook Physical Description: It’s obvious at a glance that T’mor was a stick of a man at some point, tall and long-limbed and lacking a significant amount of ‘impressive’ muscle. In any battle of strength, T’mor would lose the physical fight unless he had some advantage on his side (such as a tool or some other variety). Unfortunately, his physique also shows other obvious signs of lifestyle, his hair chopped awkwardly at times and other times long and tied back, it’s style ranging entirely upon him finding the time to care for it, which is hindered by it being thick with a mind of it’s own.
His nose has a very defined look, having looked as though it was broken at some point and then again, and again. It has been ‘fixed’, however, his nose curves horribly to one side, he also has a scar on his forehead that splits through one eye and across his nose – a mark he has no shame of. Personality: No, you may not have any cookies before you’ve finished your spinach! If there was someone you’d call Mr. Dad, it’s T’mor; excellent with children and firelizards. He’s not easy to walk over, however, and will expect all responsibilities that have been divvied around – his or not – are taken care of. In fact, T’mor is a man that is very reliable, seeming to actually enjoy having an agenda of work to do.
In the name of all bad-habits, though, he’s a late-sleeper and sometimes it takes anxious-to-get-going-at-the-day Phylideth to get him rolled out of bed and out of his ‘not-a-morning-person’ mentality. A good cup of klah and some bleary minutes pass though and then he’s ready to start scooping up children and running around on the beach.
Given his affinity for chilluns, T’mor isn’t the type to take heavy risks when he has a responsibility for someone else, more aware of how his actions weigh on others,. He tends to be a guy who will take a hit for the team and he doesn’t mind coming home a little bruised. Despite his adoration of children, he has expectations for them to stand on their own feet and fight their own battles, never running to the rescue unnecessarily, having the patience to sit such things out without getting anxious, though if this was developed from childhood or from having a fussy brown could be debated.
If you can’t carry your own weight, T’mor isn’t going to volunteer to do it, though when asked he doesn’t exactly have the heart to turn someone down (especially if there’s a sob-story attached). He does have his limits at how long he’ll let his favors be used before he gets upset, though for ‘T'mor’ upset is telling the classroom there are no more glue rights until he peels all of the glue that’s been overused on one project off of it and is never more than a frown and a final ‘No’ for a while. History: A child of two bakers, it was normal that their noodle-y-appendaged-excuse for a son also took up the craft, the family moving in to a local Weyr when Taimor was about 8-turns-old, given how many people came in and out of the area and allowed for the boy to get a lot of experience in his craft, as well as an eyeful of the candidates and the later-impression of their dragonets, practically gluing himself to tables after impressions and at the previous gathers involved.
It was to no surprise to Taimor’s parents when he finally hit impression-age that he pleaded with them for their approval for candidacy (and by pleaded, it took nearly a full turn to get them to cave in). His parents assumed that after a failed impression or two the glamour would wear off, but to their surprise at his third standing a very striking looking brown hit the sands along with a bronze clutchmate and suddenly threw a fit!
Mine! MINE!! THEY ARE NOT LOOKING AT ME MINE! WHY DO I NOT GET MY MOMENT? HE HAS STOLEN IT! TAIMORMINE!!!!
The brown thrashed in such a fit that it was almost surprising how quickly the boy was able to subdue the brat of a dragon before it finally calmed and made its way across the sands, hissing towards any of his bronze brethren and, unfortunately for Taimor… T’mor, fussing over his first meal. EVERYTHING had to be the way HE wanted it or he wouldn’t eat it.
T'mor has since settled calmly into his position as a wingrider, even if the dragon he's attached to can be a little...fussy to get to do what is needed.
Other: Captain Dad. Aspires to be a wingleader and dad up ALL OF THE RIDERS. Eat your vegetables. >sad Phylideth doesn't help in this aspiration.
Origin of Name: Phyllon in greek means 'leaf'. It is the basis for the word 'Phyllid' which refers to a leaflike structure found on mosses.
Personality: Phylideth is like a child in the cereal aisle of the grocery store who didn’t get the cereal he wanted; if he’s not getting what he wants, he’s going to throw a fit about it! He’s been throwing fits since the very beginning, his first experience with having a bronze steal his spotlight turning him off of the bronzes whom hold status over him, though his own behavior makes it very difficult that he and his bonded will ever get any such status of their own.
Unlike his rider, this brown would be horrible with responsibility, flaunting that he was given it but not handling it until he was forced. Once forced, he will throw a fit but grudgingly do as he has been told before everything rinse-lathers-and-repeats again. This doesn’t mean that his lack of responsibility makes him not desire it, waking up every day as early as possible, fully expecting the early-bird will get the worm and he’ll finally get what he (thinks) he deserves just by being up with the morning sun.
While he wants attention and recognition, he hates negative attention. Often, he'll run off somewhere to 'hide' from other dragons. Once he’s gone off on this retreat, he’ll make a point of not coming back until someone comes to get him… or until he gets curious if someone is going to come to get him and goes to find his rider.
Phylideth will quite happily chase both Queens and Greens and will throw a wild fit at failure should it occur. Don't remind him if so. He'll turn into an enormous baby and T'mor will have to sooth his enormous child into submission.
Adult Size: 41'
Physical Attributes: Brown and rather lovely to look at...if you can get past his personality of being an entitled child. Phylideth is made mostly of wing with strong shoulders. Great for flying, but on the ground he is very much ungraceful. He's not one that could be considered particularly muscular, but he has stamina in spades.
Additional Notes: Phylideth is very good for getting the motivation to start a task, but will require his rider to goad him into finishing it if it's not considered 'interesting'. Greens and Golds are interesting. Wing Drills are not.
Name: Phylideth Age: 6 Color: Brown Size: 41' Physical Description: Brown and rather lovely to look at...if you can get past his personality of being an entitled child. Phylideth is made mostly of wing with strong shoulders. Great for flying, but on the ground he is very much ungraceful. Personality: Phylideth is like a child in the cereal aisle of the grocery store who didn’t get the cereal he wanted; if he’s not getting what he wants, he’s going to throw a fit about it! He’s been throwing fits since the very beginning, his first experience with having a bronze steal his spotlight turning him off of the bronzes whom hold status over him, though his own behavior makes it very difficult that he and his bonded will ever get any such status of their own.
Unlike his rider, this brown would be horrible with responsibility, flaunting that he was given it but not handling it until he was forced. Once forced, he will throw a fit but grudgingly do as he has been told before everything rinse-lathers-and-repeats again. This doesn’t mean that his lack of responsibility makes him not desire it, waking up every day as early as possible, fully expecting the early-bird will get the worm and he’ll finally get what he (thinks) he deserves just by being up with the morning sun.
While he wants attention and recognition, he hates negative attention. Often, he'll run off somewhere to 'hide' from other dragons. Once he’s gone off on this retreat, he’ll make a point of not coming back until someone comes to get him… or until he gets curious if someone is going to come to get him and goes to find his rider.
Phylideth will quite happily chase both Queens and Greens and will throw a wild fit at failure should it occur. Don't remind him if so. He'll turn into an enormous baby and T'mor will have to sooth his enormous child into submission.
Anything else? Given his age, Phylideth is mostly likely of the 3568.02.14 Sheyoth x Cormath clutch.
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