Before the Fall

NAME: D'mer
Position	Wingrider
Dragon	Blue Nivaath
Craft	Healer
Rank	Journeyman
Specialty	Pediatrics
Home	Benden Weyr
Played By	Ryan Potter

Description

When standing at his full height, Dax is only a half inch under six feet tall. His hair is long, reaching to his lower back when left loose, but keeps it tied back at the very least if not intricately braided out of the way. His almond shaped brown eyes, topped with tapered brows, have a mischievous glint to them that just spells trouble with a capital T— only emphasized by full lips seemingly affixed in the faintest of smirks even in the most serious of situations. A short broad nose, high cheekbones, and an angular jaw which sweeps into an unassuming chin complete the features on his oval shaped face. Teeth are brilliant white and perfectly straight, providing a devastating smile that may take the viewer initially by surprise.

He wears riding leathers in a blue so dark it's practically black and the only way to tell the difference is when he stands out in direct sunlight. These leathers are rather unremarkable in their design and so all that can be said for them is that they were tailored to accentuate his assets quite nicely without being skintight. He has several sets thus allowing him to wear them even when working in the Infirmary, he just removes the jacket. Beneath said outer wear is a simple long sleeved linen tunic, the sleeves of which he rolls up above his elbows, bearing a slight v-cut in the front of about two inches loosely cinched with a crisscrossing thong of brown rawhide. Around his narrow hips is a plain black leather belt with a sheathed dagger. On one shoulder is a Journeyman Healer knot in the colors of Benden Weyr.

WYSK

• Common Knowledge

-Answers to D'mer or Dax
-A favorite of babies and kids
-Finds just about everything funny
-Likes to push peoples' buttons for shits and giggles
-He has an "off" sense of humor
-So laid back in tense situations, he might actually be asleep
-Couldn't care less about what other people think of him
-Openly bisexual
-Shameless flirt
-Rarely spends the night alone

• Maybe slightly less common knowledge

-Holdbred, weyr raised
-Knows a lot more than he lets on about pretty much everyone
-If he doesn't know something, he'll sometimes just make it up
-It's next to impossible to ruffle his feathers

Songs

Elley Duhé - Middle Of The Night
Katy Perry - Bon Appétit ft. Migos

History

Born in Turn 162 in a smaller, less influential Hold, the circumstances around Daxmer's birth were kept fairly hush-hush, however there were rumors at the time of a tryst between a dragonrider and holder which could never be officially confirmed. Unofficially, to avoid scandal and tainting the young lady's reputation, the baby boy was quickly ushered off to Fort Weyr for fostering. There he grew up none the wiser or even questioning his background, making the friends and rivals of his youth with no thoughts beyond tomorrow, that is until Turn 171 when the first cases of the plague emerged. A horrified Daxmer was only nine years old when the people around him started to get sick and die.

It was a turbulent period for everyone, where a devastating amount of people across the planet lost their lives or were left irrecoverably changed, and during those long four turns Daxmer ultimately found himself being crushed by feelings of powerlessness and frustration. He could do nothing, for anyone, not even those closest to him as they faded from the world one by one. Ironically enough, these feelings would go on to inspired him to later pursue an apprenticeship at Healer Hall as soon as he possibly could.

That time came at exactly the age of thirteen and wild runnerbeasts couldn't have kept him from entering the Healercraft. It was Turn 175 and the death toll had started to decline even as the plague spread out to the most remote of areas of Pern. Daxmer threw himself into studying, doing quite well academically as a result, but flat out refusing to let all that death ruin his or anyone else's lives if he could possibly help it. In the four turns that followed, he never lost his drive, but he had begun to heal— emerging from the cocoon of his past pain and emerging as someone stronger but also unapologetically free of most sociological constraints…because in his mind, life was too unpredictably short to be anything less.

The loss of his best friend a turn after the plague began still resounded deeply within Daxmer, even as he neared his time to walk the tables into Journeyman rank on the tail end of Turn 179. Danyue was only ten turns old when she passed away, preceded by her three and five turn old siblings mere months earlier. This impactful event is what was wholly responsible for the newly knotted Journeyman in selecting pediatric healing as his specialty. In his mind, watching children suffer was the worst thing of all.

Barely a full turn into his posting at Fort Weyr, Daxmer is surprised to be searched for a clutch of eggs laid at Benden weyr and in the Turn of 181 finds himself being called D'mer by a goofy blue hatchling named Nivaath. Together they ensured that there was plenty of trouble throughout their training, but somehow the two made it to graduation along with the rest of the weyrlings of their class relatively unscathed.

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