Persona Profile: K'leriac

Writer: Sia

Name: K'leriac
Age: 41
Birthday: m10 d21
Birthplace: Dragonsfall Weyr
Rank: Wingrider, Valley Wing
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Craft: Printer
Craft Rank: Junior Journeyman

Physical Description of Persona:
K’leraic is a solidly built man of forty Turns, with the weathered, sun-browned skin of a rider who has spent decades /between/ and fighting Thread. He stands just shy of six feet tall, broad through the shoulders and chest, with a rider’s habitual posture; erect, balanced, always ready to move. His face is angular, with deep-set hazel eyes with flecks of amber. His dark hair, once thick and unruly, is now shot through with silver at the temples and usually kept trimmed short for practicality. He wears a neatly maintained beard that frames a strong jaw, though it’s often scruffier when he’s distracted or restless. The lines around his eyes and mouth are exacerbated by growing weariness.

Since the injury that claimed his lower leg, K’leraic has taken to wearing loose riding trousers that obscure the healing stump, paired with simple tunics in muted tones. He uses a crutch or walking stick that he's still getting used to needing. There’s a rawness to his movements now, as if his body still hasn’t quite decided how to balance itself. The muscle he once carried with ease is beginning to fade under the strain of recovery, but there’s still a powerful presence to him; a sense of weight and quiet authority that lingers. When he speaks, it’s in a low, gravel-edged voice that carries without much effort. There’s a heaviness in his presence now, as if the absence of flight has taken a part of him he doesn’t know how to reclaim.

Emotional Description of Persona:
K'leriac is a man built on grit, habit, and instinct. He used to be all fire and daring, a bronzerider with a taste for risk and a devil-may-care smirk, but Turns in the sky (and now on the ground) have rubbed some of the shine off him. Now, he’s rough around the edges, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, the kind of man who doesn’t waste time with niceties when he could be getting things done. He still carries that bronzerider confidence, but it’s weathered now, worn down to something quieter and more cynical. He’s a realist, often a pessimist, and always five steps ahead when it comes to spotting trouble. When he speaks, it’s clipped and dry, with a sarcastic bite and a voice like worn leather. But beneath the hard shell, there’s a stubborn streak of loyalty and principle that’s never gone away; he just hides it well under a layer of world-weary detachment.

The sky was his escape, his purpose, and his peace. Obrianth is the one constant in his life, the one soul who knew him without translation. Since the injury grounded him, that connection is fraying: not between rider and dragon, but between K’leraic and the version of himself that felt whole. He won’t say it out loud, but the fear that he’s permanently broken haunts him. He still shows up for duty where he can, at the local printing press or for watchrider duties, trying to pretend that it's enough, but it's not. He’s restless, bitter, quietly unraveling. And underneath it all, he’s starting to wonder if his best days really are behind him and if he was ever anything more than the next crash waiting to happen.

History of Persona:
K'leriac was the son of a lower caverns woman and a bluerider at Dragonsfall Weyr and, like many weyrbrats, grew up in the typical chaotic space of the creche and his mother's care, with his father swooping in whenever his interest in his son piqued. He put himself forward as a candidate as many weyrbrats did at twelve, and apprenticed with the local printers between clutches. He walked off the Sands with bronze Obrianth at fourteen. Weyrling training was hard and he needed to be held back for more reasons than just his age, but once he was cleared he apprenticed back with the Printers in his time between preparing for the eventual danger of Threadfall. When Thread began falling again, he committed fully to his duties as a rider.

More than a bit of an adrenaline junkie, K'leriac _thrived_ in Threadfall. He moved through the leadership ranks, from an overeager Wingthird to a seasoned 'Second, to even a stint as a Wingleader for a few turns, though a past Weyrleadership shuffle moved him back into the Wingsecond position in Teal Wing. Obrianth has a goldflight or two under his belt, but never the Weyrleadership itself, though not for lack of trying. Despite all the dangers of Threadfall, his future was bright. He was an accomplished leader in his own right, and a solid candidate for leadership.

Then came the flood.

Teal Wing was sent out on sweeps to scan for any further impacts of the flood aside from the holdless caves. A trader caravan had gotten caught in a river already swollen with the excess rain. K'leriac and Obrianth helped get people to safety and pull the wagons out of the churning current. The water was thick with muck and debris, and in the struggle, something sharp (metal, maybe, or splintered wood) sliced deep into his lower leg. Between the freezing water and and the adrenaline, he hardly felt it in the moment. It was only later, after several trips /between/ and hours later, did he realize how bad it was. The healers patched him up and sent him away with some medicine, but it was already too late. Infection set in and didn't respond to the healers' attempts to clear it. The decision was eventually made to amputate.

Now, he is stuck in a body that feels unfamiliar, in a life that no longer fits. He has a healthy dragon and no way to know if they'll ever fly together again. No role, no direction.

Family and Friends
Zariah, 37, Wingrider, Alpine Wing, Dragonsfall Weyr (friend)
I'serin, 35, Wingthird, Ridge Wing, Dragonsfall Weyr (enemy)
Laithan, 48, Hallmaster, Healer Hall, Amber Hills Hold (physician)
Alyndra, 41, Weyrhealer, Dragonsfall Weyr (friend)
Kalevar, 9, Weyrbrat (Son)
Leraica, 12, Weyrbrat (Daughter)
T'veen, 31, Dragonrider (deceased lover)

Dragon's Name: Obrianth
Dragon's Age: 26
Dragon's Hatching Date: m4 d3
Dragon's Colour: Bronze
Description of Dragon:
Obrianth is a large and powerful bronze, his size lending him strength in the air but making tight maneuvering more of a challenge. His hide is a deep, burnished bronze with lighter streaks across his wingsails, and a few scars mar his shoulders and wingsails from past encounters with Thread. He is not an overly prideful dragon, and he carries himself with quiet confidence rather than arrogance. He's still a bronze, however, and subjects his rider to the secondhand embarrassment the sometimes unearned confidence gives him. His mind-voice is deep and sure, and when he speaks, it is usually with purpose rather than idle chatter.

Steady and patient, Obrianth is K'leriac's anchor, especially now. He is deeply protective of his rider, and often acts as the voice of reason between them. After the injury, Obrianth remains unwavering in his belief that K’leraic is still a capable rider, even when K’leraic himself struggles to accept it.

Approved: April 28th 2025
Last updated: April 3rd 2026

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Persona Profile: K'leriac