E'loName Pronounced: ee - low Appearance: E'lo is 6'0" tall. He has a full head of chestnut shaggy hair that reaches his shoulders. His eyes are round and dark brown beneath thick but well defined eyebrows. His nose is average and his lips are full. His build is slim and lanky with large hands and feet, and he carries his young body well. He tends to wear lightweight pants and t-shirts in a variety of dark rich colors that compliment his dark tones. He has Threadscore scars on his right shoulder and towards his back. Personality: E'lo likes tall men like himself, and he lives in a secret world with his friends where he is a switch/switch. For the most part he takes life easy. He likes to hang around with his friends in leisurely bliss. He likes to drink wine but he doesn't like to wake up hungover although he mostly does. He has an inferiority complex from being ribbed for liking boys, and then for Impressing green. He loves his dragon and everyday he thanks Faranth that they Impressed. He understands that life is not always fair and that people can be cruel so he tries to deal with it everyday with the help of his friends - and his wine. Most of the time he can get through a game of dragon poker without feeling too high off his wine. Once in a while he even wins - or his friends let him - whatever, it's their company that he wants. History: Eiello was born in a small cothold in Telgar and was Searched by Telgar Weyr from the Harper Hall where he was starting his new life as an apprentice at 13 turns. He Impressed at 14 turns and flew Thread when he was 16 turns. In his last Threadfall at Telgar a clump of Thread got through and got the young rider and his dragon. Omith had stayed between as long as she dared to freeze the Thread dead. Even so her right rear thigh got a score as did E'lo's right shoulder. E'lo's Addiction It was dark in his weyr, only a few dim glows were uncovered, he was pacing, sweat kept coming out of over taxed pores, but he was shivering, couldn't get warm, and once again he ran to the wide mouthed spittoon by his bed to throw up, great heaves racked his body as he knelt on both knees clutching the sides of the cracked vessel, but nothing came out except for acid bile. It burned his throat making his whole body grimace with the awful taste. He had been going at it for a while now. It was suppose to be a rest day, but there was no rest for him. His day started with him waking up, his hair sticking out in all directions, dark circles under his eyes, practically crawling, hunched over, hungover, he made it to his privy and alleviated himself of the toxic liquids that he had ingested. He got as far as splashing water on his face, neck, and hair, smoothing out his hair with his fingers. It would hurt his head too much to brush it out. Omith's mind was his sanity, but to his fraddled mind it felt to him as though she too were drifting away from him. Sometimes it was hard for him to get a grip on her mind, but he could feel her holding him, never letting him go. He had tried to brush his teeth but every time that he put his toothbrush in his mouth he would get nauseous and throw up. Abandoning that, he went back to his bed and sat there, naked, collapsed unto himself with his eyes squeeze shut as if to deter the pain in his skull. E'lo rubbed at his temples and peeked out looking for the nearby bottle of booze to alleviate his suffering. It was almost empty, but he had more. {{Please....}} Omith's voice was soft and low, so very low that it was but a bare whisper in his head. A wisp of a plea that was ever present. It was a wisp of a notion that was often ignored by the addiction. Today was different though, for the man was tired of the addiction. It had ruled him for so long, coming to be as an insidious wraith that possessed him. It had seduced him with its euphoria making him feel happy and free. It bounded him to the lie. It chained him to the want. A want that took from him bits of his soul leaving him listless to what was around him. NO, no, a cry silent in the caverns of his mind. He would not do it. He would not give in to the monster. Drawing his eyes away he palmed his face with his hand crying his pain, but there were no tears, they were as dried up as his being. Swearing a cursed oath to the fiend that entrapped him E'lo grabbed the bottle and threw it against the far wall shattering it, amber gold slithered down the wall. NoO.oh – why did he do that? He went over to the mess looking like death warmed over and squatted down running his fingers through the broken wet fragments seeing his reflection in the pieces on the floor. They reflected back the shards of himself that he had become. He tasted the foul ambrosia that was on his fingertips cutting his tongue on a fragment from the glass, as he drew his finger away the tiny sliver winked balefully at him, mocking him. His hand started to shake and he couldn't stop it, even when he imprisoned it within the other it was still out of his control. He needed a drink, but that would be giving in, and it was too soon to give in. He needed to try. Looking up he found himself back on his bed. Zael was there – passed out. That was when the lonely tear fell, if it was just him he would let go and freefall within the comforting embrace of oblivion the /Between/ of the soul and cease to exist. Omith's croon was a shadow of the misery that caged her heart. She didn't like those thoughts, wanted them gone, wanted the boy she Impressed back. E'lo tried to pet his flit but his shakes wouldn't allow for it. He wiped his eye with the pad of his palm and got up to dress making it as far as his pants before the cramps set in twisting his slim form into a gnarled deformity that was a mass of pain. If dragons could cry Omith would drown in her fluids for her sorrow at their plight would not let the floodgates close once unleashed. Hitting his twisted body against the wall E'lo was able to control himself but just. The cold sweats started up then and the dry heaves. That was when he started having the intimate encounters with his spittoon. He screamed as his systems started to shut down. He couldn't breathe, "Omith," he tried to get to her, "O . . . mi. . . th," but the twisting pain made it difficult to call to her.{{Omith....}}He passed out tumbling onto her bosom. His sleep was restless. He couldn't even sense his love as she cuddled him close within her warmth. That was his rest day. The following day he was back to work. He was bathed and his clothes were spotless. He showed no outward signs of his little death. The blackness was hidden and his eyes sparkled with the sunlight. He had consumed just enough booze to get him straight. He would not be a liability to his wing or his Trust. Another day was over. Omith too showed no signs that something was wrong as she played water games with Zael. Zael too had drunk just enough of the burning liquid to allow him to function and even have fun. Information about E'lo's pets Pet Name: Zaël Pet Type: Brown Firelizard Appearance: Zaël hatched 8.14.07.24 Personality: Zaël is very smart as flits go. He is inquisitive and loves to explore. He also like to drink alcohol having drunk from many of E'lo's cups and is now considered an alcoholic by E'lo. E'lo like his other rider friends that have flits, is raising Zaël to be independent and be able to forage and fend for himself. This he does to make sure that his dear flit will be alright if he and Omith should between never to return. Somewhere in his alcohol dependent mind E'lo knows that he will have to get help for Zaël if the flit were to survive without. The only thing that stops him is his own denial and fear of the awful alcohol withdrawal syndrome. Second Pet Name: Hope Pet Type: Green Firelizard Appearance: Vivre dans L'espoir hatched 8.15.3.12 Personality: E'lo got Hope as a companion to his beloved but abused Zaël. He hopes to atone for the damage he has caused his little flit. This way if anything should happen to him and Omith, Zaël will still have a companion, his flits will have each other. Hope is a curious little flit, who will poke her nose into anything - literally. Before she learns better, E'lo will need to watch her and make sure she doesn't burn her nose in unattended klah mugs, or more in point doesn't delve into his alcohol to become as dependent as Zaël. Information about E'lo's dragon Dragon Name: Omith Colour: Green Age: 5 Wing (Weyrling Group): None Appearance: Omith is an average sized green, and she's a lovely clear emerald green all over. That is all over but for her rear thigh where she got a Threadscore. On that portion the green scars are raised and so dark green as to look almost black. Anyone who saw it would cringe - it looks worst than it was. Personality: Omith is as sweet and brave as they come. However, she tends to be sedate and moody because of her rider's inferiority complex and alcoholism. She likes to flirt and has Qwenth and Vaeneth always at her beck and call when she is proddy, and they try to out do each other to catch her. They are also her good friends when she's not in flight. She has found a sister in Adandth and Zentath and is quite happy with her little circle of friends. Weyr of Origin: Telgar Abilites and weaknesses: She fights Thread with a vengence having been Scored. 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