| Orinlatan |
 |
| Casting Call |
Tony Oller |
| Sex |
Male |
| Height |
5'7" - 5'8" |
| Weight |
Average |
| Eyes |
Blue-Green |
| Hair |
Light Brown/Dark Sandy Blonde |
| Rank |
Brownrider |
| Firelizard(s) |
Trin |
| Home |
Ista Weyr |
Description
Orinlatan, or Orin as he seems to prefer to be known, is growing taller every day and now stands a little over six foot and at least fills that out reasonably. He has a clean, angular frame toned by walking and running. His months of candidacy have started to broaden his shoulders and tighten his muscles, lending an increased sense of strength to his frame. His sandy brown hair has finally been trimmed to a reasonable length, out of his blue-green eyes, and cropped short in the back. Despite his best efforts, though, it stands up more than it lays flat.
The cuteness of youth is fading as his features take on a harder edge and a certain smooth curve through the angles of jaw and chin that mark him as nearing adulthood. His feet, when uncovered, are much darker in color than the rest of his skin, a testament to his childhood on Ista's beaches, and this is especially true the thick, calloused soles. But, like many of the older residents, he now at least tries to wear boots most of the time.
A single-looped tailless strand of white comprises the extent of his knot. He's a candidate, clearly.
Orin usually wears clothes that don't fit quite right, as is often the right of a weyrbrat to rummage through the bins of hand-me-downs and gently used clothing. None of it's horrid, really, but clearly not tailored for his frame. He usually wears little more than a tunic and trousers. The tunic is always of light cloth, breathable in Ista's usually hot environs. Further, his tunic is always brightly-colored, and sometimes multi-colored. Once people do notice him, they tend to wonder how they could have missed him with his choice in shirts. A talent, perhaps. His trousers are the exact opposite, durable, thicker fabric of dark, muted tones. Though he prefers black, greys and browns are also in regular evidence in his wardrobe.
Background
Orinlatan was born to a weyrfolk mother with no knowledge of who is father is other than that he's likely a rider. His lack of a definable father figure never really bothered the lad, though. He was far from the only one of his kind in Ista's lower caverns. As he grew, he quickly became one of those constant background elements. Rarely in trouble, rarely exemplary. Just there. He does his chores quickly and efficiently, but rarely with any true talent. And the same was true for his harper lessons. Outside of a reasonable grasp of numbers, he was just another kid.
At least until he met Q'luin and Wyn. Nothing will swell a fatherless boy's ego like seeming to gain a father and a second mother in one meeting. Not that his relationship with the bronze and gold rider was ever treated as normal by other members of the Weyr. His informal assistant-like position for Wyn aroused jealousy in some and amusement in others. E'siac even claimed that Wyn must have brainwashed the boy for him to be so loyal. Of course, E'siac /was/ the one to get Orin into his first brawl, so he doesn't really have much in the way of a stone to throw.
Q'luin really has become the father Orin never had, including him easily in his family as if the lad had always been a part. It seemed like no time before Orin was calling him 'Da,' though their relationship didn't really cement until after Q'luin's bronze Zhoreth caught Isyth, making him Weyrleader. Orin stood by Q'luin in his adaptive period, defending him as necessary and it was a month or so into his Weyrleadership that Q'luin offered Orin the official position as his assistant. Only once has Orin ever doubted his respect and even love for the older bronzerider, but he doesn't often speak of it. And Ai'den's blue didn't scratch him up or anything.
On the eve of his sixteeth turn, his world took another unexpected turn in the shape of a gold-flecked bronze firelizard who he promptly named Trin and whose appearance rapidly sated his jealousy over Darius' impression of the green Calypso a few days before. This fortuitous event led to meeting Xavena, who was /not/ fortuitous, really, but it's always good for a lad to be reminded of what he doesn't like in people's behavior, and Xavena captured that to a T. She also led to a frank conversation between himself and Jeneeva, the J'twin many have perceived to be his girlfriend, in which they agreed that neither of them were looking for a relationship. Just friends then.
He was completely unprepared for what happened when Fort's latest class of Weyrlings was lined up for graduation, though. Fort's Weyrlingmaster and Weyrleader had barely finished congratulating the new riders on their jobs well done when a wing appeared. It wasn't wearing the colors of any Weyr. Orin still doesn't know who it was but clearly they must have been bad somehow. The reeked of firestone like they'd just flown fall and made for the attack. Orin nearly lost Darius in the ensuing panic, but both brothers were spirited away by Fort's greenrider E'li before any harm could befall them. The stress of the event lead to Orin's first drunken bender. Followed closely by Orin's first hangover.
Time passed as it always does, Orin growing closer to his brother as they worked together on projects and to his surrogate father and brother as well. It seemed that with each new interaction. Each new person he met, he became more outgoing. More confident. And it wasn't just Q'luin's confidence in him, though that surely gave him the push he needed to grow in himself, but with each success, he himself became better. A better brother. A better friend. A better leader. Though it became increasingly hard for him to step back and let others lead, another lesson he was forced to learn the hard way through Darius.
It surprised few if any when he and Jen took the step to make their relationship official, if still subtle and unannounced due to her rank. A weyrbrat can do much so long as hey don't dishonor the Weyr. An apprentice, though, can lose everything, and neither of them wanted that. In that same time, Darius grew closer to the dolphincrafter Taelya. Despite her strong preference for women, it wasn't long before the boy, wounded by another woman, seemed to seek her out and Orin was always glad to encourage it.
As Isyth's clutch hardened, Orin worked harder and harder to keep Q'luin appraised of things about the Weyr as was his duty while the bronzerider often sat with goldrider and clutch. He worked to keep fit with Darius and Jen, harder than one might expect with the latter as their relationship phased into the physical. Then one night, seemingly out of the blue, Q'luin offered Orin a knot. Not just any knot. The knot. White and restraining, but full of opportunity.
Having to be apart from Jen was harder than he'd imagined, but candidacy was hard work. Lessons, chores, and even more exercise than he could have imagined. Training to be a leader indeed. The time passed both ever so slowly and very, very quickly and in mere months he was on those hot sands beside Darius, Jacey, and several other friends along the way. The dragons hummed, the eggs hatched, and all three were left as dragons of all colors took their pick of nearly double the candidates as there were eggs.
It's hard to say whether Q'luin or Orin was more disappointed in his failure to attract one of Zhoreth's brood. What is certain is that when the lad emerged from the shared weyr much later, the white knot was still plainly in evidence.
Family
| Relation (rel. age) |
Name |
Rank |
| Mother (NPC, +24t) |
Rinata |
Lower Caverns Worker |
| Father |
Unknown |
Rider |
| Adoptive Father (~ +15.5t) |
Q'luin |
Weyrleader at Ista |
| Half-Brother (NPC, +6t) |
R'tov (Rintovan) |
Rider to Blue Volitroth at Ista |
| Half-Sister (~ +3.5t) |
Natasya (Asya) |
Jman Smith at Fort |
| Half-Brother (~ +1t) |
Darius (Dar) |
Asst. Bartender at Ista |
| Adoptive Brother (~ -2.5t) |
Jacey |
Candidate at Ista |
| Half-Sister (NPC, -5t) |
Ranita (Nita) |
Weyrbrat at Ista |
| Half Brother (NPC, -8t) |
Tranvis (Tran) |
Weyrbrat at Ista |
Half-siblings may exist on his father's side, but truthfully he'll never know
Rinata
hair blck
eyes hzl
R'tov
hair brwn
eyes brwn
Ranita
hair red
eyes blue
Tranvis
hair lt brown
eyes green
Bonds
Golden Eagle Bronze Trin
Description: Possessing a certain noble carriage, this bronze firelizard also tends to puff out a broad chest and arch his wings with a confident knowledge of his own superiority. Headknobs and tapered snout are a gleaming gold that contrasts against the burnished bronze of his hide, matching feather markings running throughout his body, each pattern edged with more gild. The wings are broad, wide sweeping capes, powerful pinons that seem tireless and majestic. His haunches are sleek and trim, each leg also brightening into gold and ending in sharp tipped talons that seem perfect for the snatching of prey.
Egg: Choisya Shrub Egg
Egg Desc: The egg has become a small shrub of oval leaves, smooth and waxy in appearance with traces of pale fine veins running in segments from top to bottom. Pillowed amongst the leaves are clusters of half-dozen tiny blooms, white and creamy five-point stars in a generous speckling all over in sharp contrast.
Sire: Juppi
Dam: Ashira
Creator: S'tao. Many thanks for an awesome little bronze!
Description: Dainty pastel hide contains a soft and sensitive creature within. Neckridges are splashed lilac, spreading to color plump headknobs and right side of an equally blunt muzzle. On the opposite side of his thick neck, reoccurring color cascades down to taper atop right paw. Dual-hued head is kept low in case it might offend, wide expressive eyes forcing eyeridges into a gentle downwards slant. When not demurely tucked away, delicate wings are sized just right for use. Sails are decidedly opaque, the usual transparency breaking through in gentle arches that prompt one to think of feathers. Three marks flutter on each side of rounded haunches that lead into a surprisingly long tail. The lavender expanse is such that it takes some time for the thick appendage to taper into a curled tip.
Egg: Bloodthirsty Rampage Egg
Egg Desc: Crimson stained shell glitters bright with spilled sanguine, bared ivories coated in stringy spittle, fangs guiltless of their crime. Rough orange pelt is matted with caked gore, ropes of entrails twisting around the oval, ribbons fastened around this morbid gift. Talons unsheathed, dangerous points creep up along the edges of this egg, refusing to relinquish it's greedy clutches.
Sire: Squirt
Dam: Ibliss
Creator: Klohi He's so adorable I absolutely love him!
Dragon
When is a Door not a Door Brown Lloighrth
Skills
Amateur artistry (sketching)
Hiding from the person in charge of the kitchens
