:: Dijon, 3rd in command of Rogue band ::
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Name: Dijon
Age: 29
Birthingday: Month 3 Day 28
Birthplace: Keroon beasthold
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Holdless

Emotional Description:

Every since the loss of his lifemate, Dijon has slowly lost the plot. Because of the hard knock to his head after falling from his dragon, he suffers from amnesia and doesn't remember anything from about 10 turns backwards. This causes him to go into fits of mood swings when someone or something reminds him about his past, a fact that has made it impossible to live in a weyr or hold.

First off he's generally very open and likes to talk, and talk, and talk. He likes to have fun and his humour is very twisted and warped so that it sometimes sickens others. Jokes are meant to be funny, but Dijon's aren't. He'll make a random comment on the sun or a tunnelsnake and then burst out laughing for the next candlemark or so. Coming off as a happy, go-lucky person at first, mentioning a dragon or something similar will set him into his next mood swing and his superiors use that to their advantage when stalking others or hiding. So one minute he's joyful, happy, bouncy & next he's quiet, sulky and feisty. Once someone's mentioned anything to do with his past he recognises that the words are familiar, but due to his amnesia he doesn't remember them. This frustrates him beyond belief and he instantly quietens and when he speaks, it's through grated teeth and a grim smile. When in this mood, the slightest joke or jibe directed at anyone will set him off like a wherry on a carcass and he won't hesitate to go so far as to kill that person. He's ruthless, mean, cruel and sadistic when like this & something defiantly not to be trifled with.

When he knows he's beaten, he goes off on his own and basically just sulks. This makes him good for late-night watches or a scout. He fights out of sheer will-power and hates to lose. Due to his quick temper and fleeting caution, he often jumps head-long into fights and comes out on the bottom & another thing which he hates. He opt to go into bouts of insanity and will even go so far as to try and converse with dead bodies.

Physical Description:

Short-cropped dark brown hair is a reminder of his dragonriding days long gone by, the only routine that he knows from his past life. Underneath a short stright fringe hides large round, light-killing dark blue eyes that almost appear navy in colour. They convey a wide range of expressions and can change from the wide-eyed innocent look to the dark shifty glare to a pair of friendly round orbs. Often they're unfocused and seem to be looking through someone rather than at them. A very unnerving trait that he unconciously uses all the time.

His features seemed chiselled into his hard-set face and he almost looks like a stone golem. While seemingly set in stone, again his facial expressions vary greatly - almost like that of a harpers. His nose is straight and follows along the same lines as his bone structure, while his mouth is slightly crooked and gives a lop-sided grin with a flash of still-white teeth. A dark, downward scar sits beside his left eye and is the cause for his amnesia. It's not very noticable until he turns his head or points it out as his body is darkly tanned from long hours in the sun and there is a series of long dark scars running down the left side of his ribs.

Growing up a weyr-brat to the headwoman and a brownrider, the young Dirallijon made many friends and was set up for life. Adventorous and strong-willed like his father, he was the leader of a little 'brat gang' and he choose the many activities that the group did. He was a great leader and everyone expected him to impress a bronze when the time was right. He proved them all right when, on his first time on the sands at 14, he impressed to bronze Heronth. The two worked well together and balanced each other perfectly & quickly graduating Weyrlinghood with the slightest of ease. They went on to become a Wingsecond the year after they'd graduated, something only others dream about. Very proud, but not cocky, the two were even expected to catch the senior queen in her next flight, (As the previous Weyrleader had broken his back and couldn't fly or lead anymore). That's when it all went wrong. During one particularly long fall, one of the greenrider's in D'jon's wing was hit by a huge clump of thread. Winking out into /between/ and out of life, the pair had distracted D'jon and his bronze Heronth just long enough to be in danger of another clump of thread. Diving low and flaming for all he was worth, Heronth missed a small sliver of the horrid thread and it pierced his side. Writhring in pain and confusion, D'jon was dislodged just as his dragon went /between/. Falling and screaming at the same time & it was a wonder her didn't die. The groudcrew found him unconscious under a tree, silent tears falling down his strong face.

Attached NPCs:

Heronth; Bronze lifemate, deceased.