:: Abhainn, 1st in command of Rogue band ::
ADOPTABLE, Open

Name: Abhainn
Age: 30
Birthingday: Month 13 Day 28
Birthplace: Cothold outside of Telgar Hold
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Holdless

Emotional Description:

Abhainn is, quite simply, a cold-hearted, ruthless man who stops at nothing to get what he wants. He cares nothing for others, has no moral compunctions and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Those that get in his way are ruthlessly crushed under his bootheels. He is extremely intelligent with a memory to rival that of the Terran elephants and a love, if one could imagine such a man loving anything, of books. He reads whatever he can get his hands on, especially if it has to do with dragons. The thing that makes Abhainn so incredibly dangerous is the fact that his coldness is rarely visible. To most, he appears a very charming, easy-going man, still in his prime, who rarely, if ever, has trouble gaining company for the night. He'll flirt with the younger women, charm the older ladies and gain the trust and respect of many men, his charm blinding them all to the cold hatred that lies beneath. He has an almost un-natural calmness about him that unsettles some people. He rarely raises his voice, but if he's angry, you'll know it. His voice will deepen into a low, frigid drawl that sends the intelligent running as fast and as far as possible.

Abhainn is a cynical, cruel man who would enjoy trapping creatures, whether human, reptile or avian and watching them die very slow, painful deaths. He has a very cold intelligence that he uses to gain what he wants. Abhainn has no good side. He uses everyone and everything around him to his benefit and when it longer serves his purpose, he destroys it utterly. Abhainn would kill his own family, mother, grandparents and children included, if it suited him. Abhainn holds nothing but contempt for most human beings, unless they seem close to as cruel as he is. Then, he likes to guide them farther into his likeness for his own amusement. But if they get too close, or become too much of a nuisance or competition, he'll kill them.

Abhainn's deep, abiding hatred is reserved solely for the dragons and their riders. Abhainn has a history with them and the torc around his neck serves to keep his mind on his goal, to the point of being single-minded. Abhainn intends to wipe out every last dragon on the face of Pern, but not before causing more than little pain and death on the way. And he wants them to suffer the most extreme humiliation as he watches the great dragonriders perish into the dirt, where they belong.

Physical Description:

Abhainn is a tall man, easily 6'4" with a lean, lithe build and long-limbs that give him a very recognizable stride. He moves almost like a cat, softly and quietly, very difficult to hear coming and unhurriedly, as if he has all the time in the world. He has an oval-shaped face with a strong jaw, framed by his wavy dark brown, almost black hair. Though it is not always the same color. Abhainn changes his hair color as often as he changes his name and manners, when it suits and most benefits him to do so. Against his dark hair and lightly tanned skin, his very pale grey-green eyes, sometimes more green than grey, are quite unusual. His eyes, because of their piercing intensity, dominate his handsome, aristocratic features. Abhainn's left ear is pierced twice and usually wears two small gold hoops in that ear. He will also wear a few rings and perhaps a necklace, depending on which persona he has adopted and the company he is keeping. But the one piece of jewelry that never leaves his person is the dragon-shaped torc around his neck. For one who hates the dragons as much as he, it serves as a constant reminder of all he has lost and all he intends to gain.

Abhainn's dress varies as much as his hair color and jewelry. Sometimes he'll wear simple tunic, breeches and boots in dull shades of brown, green and grey. Yet other times, he'll be dressed in expensive fabrics in bright colors with sandals or soft, wherry-hide boots dyed a beautiful blue-gray color. He uses and discards clothing as he does everything else. When it suits him, he uses it, when it longer serves his purporse, he gets rid of it.

Abhainn was born to two holders, two poor cotholders who struggled just to feed their small family outside of Telgar Hold. Abhainn was the second of three but got away with whatever he wanted to. Abhainn was a cruel little bastard even when he was little. He taunted, trapped and messed with the minds of his sister, Calynn and his brother, Dageus, generally making their lives pure hell. And all without even disturbing his parents. Any time Calynn or Dageus tried to tell their parents what was going on, Abhainn would pull his charming innocent act and it would be Calynn or Dageus, or both, who were punished. For obvious reasons, Abhainn had very few friends and spent a lot of his time alone. Sometimes he'd enjoy torturing small animals, trapping them and watching them die slow, painful deaths, but always out of sight of any adults or anyone who would get him into trouble.

Three months later, he made his way back to Telgar Weyr, dying his hair black, stooping his shoulders to hide his height and wearing non-descript colors to fade into the other lower caverns workers. He now had a mission in mind, a purpose to satisfy himself. He plotted and waited, gaining a few friends with his friendly, charming manner and alienating no one. Then, he finally got his moment of opportunity. His sister, shortly out of weyrlinghood, had a bad night and was talking with a friend in the lower caverns while everyone else, except Abhainn, slept. Abhainn had been busy in the months following his departure from the home and with a single flick of the wrist, killed Calynn's friend. He watched with glee as surprise, fear and hatred mingled in her eyes just a second before he killed her too. He would've liked to hurt and humiliate the little wherry, but there was too much of a risk. In one night, he caused a horror that rocked much of the close-knit Weyr. Two dragonriders, both fresh out of weyrlinghood, had been killed and their killer had slipped from their clutches. But that night taught Abhainn something important. He actually _liked_ killing. It gave him a satisfaction that nothing else did and was even better than sex.

Attached NPCs:

Dageus, brother, 27

:: Pet Information ::

Pet Name: Sklaer

Pet Species: Brown Firelizard

Pet Age: 7

Pet Description:  

Sklaer is a small, very dark firelizard that is difficult to see and very quiet. Sklaer is a deep chocolate brown, almost black with no lighter colors on his hide anywhere. He has a lean, lithe build that makes him fast and versatile. He is his master's eyes and ears and a very good source of information for Abhainn. Sklaer is very intelligent for a brown and his natural quietness makes him a perfect companion for Abhainn.

Pet Name: Darroc

Pet Species: Canine

Pet Age: 4

Pet Description:  

Darroc is a big, muscular dog with a set of very sharp teeth. Regal looking with a strong, squarish face and a tendency to snap at anything that moves, Darroc is a canine to avoid at all costs. Vicious and mean-tempered with a taste for flesh, Darroc is perfectly happy to tear anyone apart and is perfectly suited to Abhainn's uglier side. A deep, pure black with light brown eyes, Darroc is a creature that inspires fear and anger.....perfect of Abhainn.