H'mil and brown Minorth

Gender:	Male
Age:	43
Current Location:	Brondir Weyr
Rank:	Wingrider
Physical Description:	H’mil has a typical rider appearance. From his tanned skin and the occasional thread scar to his charismatic smile of white, even teeth. He’s tall, standing at 6”2’ and has a very muscular body. Who wouldn’t have one when tending to the needs of such a big brown like Minorth!? He has sandy-blonde hair reaches the base of his neck in it’s own, always messed up, way. No matter how much he tries to tame it, the hair always manages to escape H’mil’s attempts to civilise it. The colour of his eyes is hard to determine, it could be grey, it could be blue and it could be green. Those that look at his eyes closely say that it’s a mix of those colours, though not many get to see him that close. As mentioned before his fairly white skin by nature has been tanned by Southern sun and has some scars as well. The most visible one is covering a small part of his left eyebrow and the area above it. Others are on his arms, but they don’t really catch attention. He wears riding clothes almost all the time. Of course being a rider requires him to wear formal clothing every now and then. He’ll do so, but under loud complaint to those who happen to have made him wear it. He has a very down to earth nature about him, being as rational as he usually is. He seems like one of those guys who were meant to be in charge, and this gives him a natural authority.
Personality:	So he looks like a leader, he walks like a leader, but does he talk like a leader? To be honest, he does. He has been able to take charge whenever needed, and this has caused him a well-earned respect. However this also raised a new issue. H’mil has to obey to the riders above him in wing-hierarchy, something he isn’t used to as he used to be a Wingleader himself. He finds it ridiculous that he hasn’t been promoted yet, but will try his very best to get just that. The fact that he hasn’t been at Brondir long has ‘slipped his mind’. H’mil knows when to step in when riders have issues with each other and also knows when to let things run its course. This has earned him some respect, and that he uses to keep things going. He is also good at guiding, and he sees it as his job to help and guide all that seek out his help. He also likes to help anyone with any problem that occurs, that wouldn’t be a problem if he’d realise that some things are better in the hands of other people, more experienced people. So he does have his quirks? Yes he has them, plenty actually. Besides from always wanting to solve all the problems others bring to him, even when he is nowhere experienced in the matter, he has more bad habits. One being that he has an almost childlike fear of pets. Yes, pets, all pets, big small or furry, he hates them and is scared of them. Especially any with claws or teeth, leaving not many pets that he hates… less. This is the result of one of his weyrbrat adventures, where he ran in to a few very aggressive cats. He has managed to keep it hidden enough for it not to damage his reputation; though he knows that one day it’ll come out and it will be a big rumour for quite some time. However, he has another mistake, probably a much more important one. He doesn’t seem able to love. He can be sweet, nice, caring, but he can’t actually say, “I love you”, or give anyone that special look. The only look filled with love he is capable of, is always pointed at his dragon. Some say it’s because he just doesn’t care enough, others say that he just hasn’t found the right person. However, this all isn’t true. Even though no one will probably ever catch him actually saying he loves someone, he has loved quite some women, he just is afraid of expressing that love.
History:	Young Hamiel was born in Ista Weyr, his mother a well-respected green rider and his father a Wingleader bronze. It was expected he would impress, and he was raised as just any other weyrbrat: by crèche mothers. Being the typical weyrbrat he did typical weyrbrat things. He was nothing-special back then, unless you count the leadership he had over a group of other weyrbrats, his friends and his fellow adventurers. Growing up he realised there was more to life then getting lost and being in places where he wasn’t supposed to be. There were dragons! And he, as his father was a bronzer too, was going to impress a bronze! He idolised his father, the great big bronzer, and wanted to be just like him. His mother he barely knew, because she never visited him or paid any attention to him, his father did. He always told everyone how big his bronze was going to be, and how well he and his dragon would fight together. It didn’t occur to him that he was being arrogant, he was doing it all for the good of the Weyr, after all? However, when he stood on the Sands for a first time, a young boy, who was brought in from a Hold, impressed the bronze he thought had been heading for him. He was furious, blaming it all on the boy and on other Holder boys. However, his friends talked some sense back into him, telling him that maybe that boy had been a better Lifemate for the bronze. They also told him to quit being so arrogant. The next hatchings, he didn’t impress either. That was a slap in the face for young Hamiel, but it made him realise just how arrogant he really was, his friends were right. So he stopped telling everyone he was going for a bronze. A brown, or even a blue would also be nice, just as it was a dragon, a fighting dragon! The next Hatching took yet another turn, as he saw a green, a very small green, heading his way. Only in the last seconds he realised the green was heading for the charming girl next to him. He loved her for that, oh how he loved her for that! It was that same hatching that Minorth, a strong and big brown, came in one, straight line towards Hamiel. He declared himself H’mil and entered his new life with pride. He had just turned sixteen. Yes, he now was a rider, but the arrogance he had before his second standing was gone, his friends and Minorth had opened his eyes. So he tried his best to earn a well-respected status, he learned hard to be a good rider. He didn’t want to be arrogant anymore, it was time to make what he had said the truth; he was a rider after all, so he was going to be a worthy one! He soon got to know the girl that had saved him from impressing green. They had impressed together after all. Their friendship turned out to be a great one, and bit-by-bit H’mil realised he was beginning to see Ianile as more then just a friend. Together they got through the first part of their weyrlinghood with ease. H’mil was beginning to earn a lot of respect, doing his utmost best to be a good leader type and a good rider. Then it all went wrong for poor H’mil. Ianile’s green Indiraith rose in her maiden flight, and Minorth flew to catch her. He did and H’mil could finally express his love for Ianile. Ianile however wasn’t so charmed by that, and left the flightroom even before H’mil woke. H’mil tried to reason with her, but it did no good. If anything it drove her even farther away. She requested for a transfer and left him with one letter, in which she tried to explain why she had left: she had never had the intention to feel anything more then friendship for her best friend and she was confused by the fact he had declared his love to her. So she left H’mil behind. Ten years later he discovered he had a son, when Ianile moved back to Ista. He had made it Wingleader by then and was a well respected member of the Weyr, though he hadn’t dare to say he loved anyone since Ianile left. It was hard for him to adapt to the thought of having a son for ten years and not even knowing about it! He tried to give his son as much love and attention as he could give him, and when the boy impressed blue at the age of 18, already having a daughter, he decided his job was finished. He couldn’t handle to see his son’s daughter, realising he already was a grandfather, even if his granddaughter had been an ‘accident’ as the cause of a Weyrethics lecture… So, he requested a transfer to another Weyr, where he could be just another brownrider, and not be a father or grandfather anymore. At Brondir he realised that the hard earned status he had gained at his former Weyr had to be earned all over again, something that gets him frustrated. Though you won’t ever see him announce that in public, he acts like he doesn’t care.
Pets:	None
Dragon Information: Name:	Minorth
Colour:	Brown
Physical Description:	Minorth is one of the biggest browns around, the size of a small bronze. He is well proportioned and muscled, making him quite a handsome brown. His wings are big, and that as well makes him a dragon that most lady dragons like. His hide has the warm pale shade of oak wood, and H’mil makes sure his hide always gleams and shines. All in all he is a sight to see and that, sadly, affects his personality as well.
Personality:	Minorth is quite cocky, proud and sure of himself, this is annoying, really annoying to anyone who gets to know him. It’s all because of his good looks and the ease he wins a female dragon with. Of course, there are a lot of greens able to resist his charms, but that he forgets. Minorth makes sure all dragons he thinks he’s responsible for. He has to listen to Queens, like other dragons he can’t disobey a Queen. But he doesn’t like it one bit. Minorth could as well have been a bronze, sometimes he even thinks he’s a bronze, or at least as good as any bronze. Minorth hasn’t ever stayed with a green much longer then one day, the day of the flight itself. This is probably because of his desire to mate with a golden dragon.