M'ti
M'ti
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Portrayed By Keenan Tracey
Gender Male
Aliases Mathis, Matty
Place of Birth Benden Weyr
Occupation Journeyman Woodcrafter

Description

A young man no taller than five feet eight inches, his pale skin is stretched over a broad-shouldered but decidedly slender frame. Arms, legs, and torso are long, his musculature wiry and compact rather than acquiring mass. His fingers are perfectly suited to piano playing, but like the rest of his hands in places, bear new and old scars which tend to be thin and white for the most part. Golden brown hair sprouts from the top of his head, a shade too dark to be considered blond, short in the back but longer at the sides and front— often prone to falling into his face despite the swept back style he's attempting— but no part of it dips past chin length. Widely expressive, M'ti's features include an inquisitive brow, tawny and thickly lashed hazel eyes, and a full set of lips. All it takes is a simple twist of his grin and a flash of straight white teeth to transform him from unassuming wallflower to impish.

M'ti wears riding leathers in such a deep green that they appear almost black save for a sheen beneath direct light, the style always trendy, right down to the boots on his feet. More often than not, a courier-type bag is strapped across his body, and it's clearly overstuffed with only Faranth knows what. On one of his shoulders is knot which indicates his status as a wingrider at Fort— with a green thread woven in for his lifemate— and Journeyman woodcrafter. A patch on his jacket reveals his wing as Haast.

History

As far as childhoods go, Mathis's wasn't anything particularly special or traumatic, fostered from birth with a family in Benden Hold without much idea about who his real parents were. The result of a flight, this much he knew, because that's what he'd been told and there was nothing strange about it. It happened all the time, after all. Dragonriders, crafters, traders, and weyrfolk alike; swept away by the passion a rising gold instilled, and the unplanned results shuffled off into the hands of those willing to take on another mouth to feed. Mathis certainly didn't have anything to complain about, having been fortunate enough to end up with a couple who couldn't have children of their own, and so filled their home to the rafters with the eager scurry of footsteps and squeals of delight fosterling brought to them. Just over half a dozen in fact, of which he was on the younger end. It was nice having older 'brothers' and 'sisters' to help him navigate the world and find his place in it as well as 'parents' who were just as thrilled with his one hundred and second runner carving as they were the first. See, Mathis had a natural gift for woodcarving, one that saw to him being apprenticed to the Woodcraft as soon as he came to age and he took to as if it was what he'd been born to do. With age would come speed and decisiveness, the Journeyman would say, but Mathis would spend hours just staring at a log of wood before making his first cut and meticulously place each and every one afterwards. He wasn't interested in making chairs, tables, or any of the many other functional pieces in high demand and this lead to some episodes of impetuousness as he crept into adolescence. what Mathis wanted to do was carve, to bring into existence what he felt was the true shape and form of the wood and reveal it to everyone else. Boyish antics and everything they entail aside, no punishment was too harsh or unwarranted, his rebelliousness bound to a few outbursts easily quieted with time to think and apologies made. Just a few months after his thirteenth turnday it was decided that it was time that he travel to Fort Weyr and study the craftsmanship there, to aid in developing his budding skills. And so, this is where his story truly begins, and what laid ahead was up to the fates to decide.

Family

Name Relation Location Position
Mateo Foster-Father Benden Hold Timberman
Sohri Foster-Mother Benden Hold Glasscraft Sr. Journeywoman
T'om (Tehom) Foster-Brother Telgar weyr Brownrider
Emihr Foster-Brother Harper Hall Harper Sr. Apprentice
Aosih Foster-Brother Benden Weyr Assistant Steward
Sera Foster-Sister Ista Weyr Greenrider
Raehmi Foster-Sister Benden Hold Weavercraft Apprentice

Firelizards

Good Gracious Gravy Brown Bocote
Crackles of burnt umber give visual interest to the buff hide of this firelizard, a pattern like kiln-fired glass imbued to portly body. The bridge of his muzzle is angular, almost beak-like in appearance, and the arch of his neck is a proud one, adorned with a russet cowl that tucks from behind his headknobs to beneath his chin and sweeps down the length of neck. That reddish shade darkens slightly to a rufous hue as it becomes the spars of his wings, a cape whose sails cross-hatch with pale fawn in a houndstooth pattern that moires with their motion. His chest is strong where those wing-muscles anchor, his legs the darker part of body as they shift through bole to umber. Along his tail, horizontal stripes of fawn and liver make a striking pattern, as if he wears his own distinctive band before any others are applied.

It's What's Inside That Matters Blue Mahoe
Dull shades of subtle blues lay their meandering paths down the length of his stocky form. He is primarily a shade of blue-gray, but thin streaks of dim navy, indigo and berry mark him not unlike a board of wood. Interspaced among those darker shades are the pencil-line thin stripes of an almost silvery blue. That is the shade that mixes with blue-gray of his wing membranes, brightening his entire look when his wings are outstretched, and somewhat more hidden when furled.

Survivor of the Savanna Plains Green Acacia
Bright, spring greens swathe this firelizard from the tip of her delicate nose, across her shoulders all the way to the tips of her wide wings. It heathers across her in leafy wisps even down to the extra sharp talons tipping each lime shaded toe. This canopy of greenery gives way along the back of her strong haunches where it shades darker to brown tinged juniper that forms twists and turns like the branches of a tree that all combine to the elongated trunk that is her lithe tail.

Dragon

Seamless and Infinite Design Testing Green Cherith

Grandeur doesn't even strike close to the mark with her, teetering as she is on the fullest height and length a green could ever hope to achieve. She's a Master-level of crafted perfection, her lithe elongated frame and sharp angles of musculature married in harmonious balance. Haughtily confident, she holds her narrow, aqualine shaped head high, looking down the gradual concave slope of her muzzle. Dainty carved features accentuate that leanness along high-set cheekbones and curved span of eyeridges, but do not detract from her unemotional beauty. What better a hue to suit her too, than the coldest of icy jades that form the utmost base of her coloring, fading further to brittle hoarfrost-like herderite paleness along head-knob and ridges sharpened sweep. The same covers her face in ghost-like mask, down the snakish curve of her neck and downward again to the curve of her back. Her shoulders brush with dimmed overlay of aventurine with the flickering hint of ethereal oxidizing copper striations. It seeps further down, to the underside of her belly, limbs and tail. Verdigris stains the topmost part of her lean forelimbs and powerful hindquarters, aligned just-so that her sleek predatory nature is displayed in effeminate form — drawing out the silvered-edge to talons now more stark and fetching, despite the cloaked danger they represent. Her wings draw the same verdigris along wing spars, the very edges tarnishing again to duskier jaded hues limned with burnished copper-green. Wingsails, long and shockingly angular in tapered form, bear the same pale, icy coloring as a base to start — until a gradual progression begins, changing jade to amethyst-kissed celadonite.

Logs

Title OOC Date Cast
Long Awaited January 17, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
Stacking The Deck January 20, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
Plans Within Plans January 25, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
Getting Wood January 30, 2020 F'yr, M'ti
Why So Serious? February 1, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
Proddy Does It February 3, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
A Bumpy Start February 11, 2020 M'ti, Vallen
Surprise Inspection February 12, 2020 K'vir, M'ti
Prelude To A Flight February 14, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
Better than Alright! February 15, 2020 M'ti, Ru'ien
It's Ru'ien's Fault! February 17, 2020 F'yr, M'ti, Ru'ien
Familiar Faces March 8, 2020 Evi, M'ti, N'on, V'ayn
Like A Fine Wine March 9, 2020 M'ti, V'ayn
Ice Cream, Hats and "Snakes" Oh My! March 29, 2020 Evi, F'yr, M'ti, Rhodelia, R'hyn, Risali, Ru'ien, Vallen

*M'ti has appeared in 68 posted logs since creation

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