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Daifyd
Position Smith
Dragon Tyriath (D.)
Craft Smithcraft
Rank Journeyman
Specialty Machinery
Home Benden Weyr
Played By David Boreanaz

Description

Thick, black brows loom over deep set, haunted black eyes. He appears to be in his mid-thirties and is slightly taller than average with broad shoulders and fairly defined muscles. He has a square-ish shaped face with a bold nose, wide, pointed chin, and very high cheekbones. His thick, dark brown hair is kept short and messily spiked, making his narrow forehead look a little larger than it is. He is lightly tanned and has a long, fresh scar running down the length of his left arm, from shoulder to wrist, the two smallest fingers of his hand missing.

He is wearing black from head to toe, from his long sleeved tunic to his soft leather trousers to the shiny black boots on his feet. A black leather vest hangs open off of his shoulders and a black leather glove encases his left hand, the two smallest fingers seeming strangely empty.


WYSK

  • Daifyd was a rider. His green Tyriath was lost to Thread during the rogue Fall.
  • Dai has been weyrmates with V'rys for over a decade.
  • Daifyd doesn't always answer to his full name.
  • D'fyd and Tyriath were from High Reaches Weyr.
  • Dai has started drinking heavily since losing his dragon.

Themesongs


History

Born at a small cothold just outside of High Reaches Hold, Daifyd had a happy childhood. He’s the youngest of four children and the only boy. His mother is a glass crafter and his father a smith. He joined the smith craft when he was thirteen, determined to follow in his father’s footsteps, but was Searched for a clutch at Telgar when he was fifteen. When he did not Impress, he stayed on for a while to study under the Weyr’s smiths. By the time he was sixteen, he was back at the Smith Crafthall, only to be Searched again, this time for a clutch at Ista Weyr. He turned the brownrider down, this time, since he was in the middle of an important project.

Three turns later, Dai was asked to stand for a clutch at High Reaches. Since he wasn’t in the middle of anything, and had just been promoted to journeyman, the now nineteen turn old accepted. There, he met and fell in love with an apprentice woodcrafter from Telgar Weyr. When the eggs hatched, Daifyd, now D’fyd, was among the first to walk off the sands with his new lifemate, green Tyriath. They weren’t at the top of their class, but they weren’t the worst weyrlings, either. In due time, they graduated and settled into their new life with V'rys and Szayelth.

Turns passed quickly for the pair, and, while they were far from incompetent, they were satisfied with coasting through of their duties. Tyriath excelled at flying sweeps, being better than most at sighting things from a distance. When the plague hit, they were spared, though they lost more than a few close friends.

They settled in easily enough at Benden once the plague had passed and all of the Weyrs consolidated into a single location, working well with their assigned wing in drills. When rogue Thread fell, the pair rose to the challenge along with the rest of the Weyr. Unfortunately, despite over a decade of experience together, Tyriath failed to avoid a clump of Thread. She took them *between*, back to Benden, but the damage had been done. D’fyd was badly scored down his left arm, losing the two smallest fingers of his left hand. Tyr’s neck was too badly injured… She held on long enough to see her rider safely on the ground before going *between* forever.

Having lost the other half of his soul, Daifyd was left broken. He spent a month and a half barely existing, being cared for by V'rys, but left their weyr for a room off the Crafter's Hallway after saying some truly unforgivable things to his weyrmate. He has returned to his craft, and is simply… coasting as he tries to figure out what the future holds. If he even has a future…


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