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M'tho; Blue Temanarth-- Wingrider
Topic Started: Mar 15 2008, 10:25 PM (399 Views)
Khaleeco
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**Trigger Warning!: Sexual Assault & Physical Abuse is mentioned/described in this profile**

"Why is it that, no matter what, I'm always having to look down at the utter scum of this world?"


Name| M'tho (Pre-Impression: Mytho)

Age| 25 Turns

Gender| Male

Orientation| Heterosexual

Rank(s)| Wingrider in Fire Flight Wing

Weyrmate| n/a

Romantic Interests| Rune, rider of Green Milesaith

Appearance| M'tho is considered quite handsome and easy on the eyes. He stands 6 feet tall, with a leaner than average build for a dragonrider. His white blond hair is cut just long enough to be swept back out of his eyes, which are a bright, electric green.

Personality| M'tho is a singularly awful person. Supremely arrogant, abrasive, cold, calculating, malicious, and selfish, he is a sadist to his very core. Although certainly capable of putting on false pleasantries and kind airs, they are just that-- airs. And much too much of a bother more often than not. The world is here to serve him, not the other way around. This is not to say that M'tho is a psychopath. On the contrary, M'tho has a full range and understanding of emotions and knows well the harm and hurt he causes others. He just doesn't care. Worse, he draws real enjoyment from the suffering of others, especially women.
     Though certainly not condoning his behaviors, M'tho is, deep down, an embittered, abandoned, wounded child. He was fostered young, at 5 Turns in age, when he was not old enough to fully understand what was happening to him and why he was being torn away from his family and his mother. He never formed a bond to his foster family, rejecting all of them besides his foster mother outright and even she was merely a means of marks, shallow affections, and doting. He has pushed down all that anger and bitterness and, existing without some greater purpose to put all his energy towards, has channeled it into arrogance and into the wanton destruction of others' lives to make him feel better about his own. To that end, he has easily damaged, warped, and/or ruined the most lives out of anyone in the Weyr, to say nothing of those living in the surrounding holds and territories. Al'x, Kara, Kayla, Lauren, Livilan, Mistra, Tyrina, and V'thz have all been damaged in some way by him being in their lives.
     His ongoing relationship with the greenrider Rune has shown a softer side to him. The two seem to genuinely love each other and M'tho shows no signs at all of ever wanting any harm to come to her. This capacity for showing genuine care and empathy for another person only emphasizes just how cruel a person he really is. He is capable and has demonstrated an ability to care and yet, time and time again, has shown callous disregard for it.

History| Born in Lisoa Hold as the 6th of what would eventually be 12 children, Mytho enjoyed a pampered, spoiled life as a toddler. This world, however, turned upside down when his father, Lord Holder Larance, decided on a whim to try this fostering thing all the Lords were on about. So he did it in the only manner he could think of at the time-- the children drew sticks. Mytho was the unlucky one. And so they shipped off their son to Nabol (a hold happy to forge a relationship with one so prosperous as Lisoa). It was only later that Larance used this event as a way to form closer ties with the other holds when they declared their hate of Deep Forest Weyr by saying it was done because the boy showed too much interest in dragons and having that in the region would do no good.
     Mytho did not suffer for anything under the care of his foster family. His foster mother, in fact, was more than happy to dote on the adorable little blond boy. He used this doting to his advantage if ever he was in trouble. He was melancholic for his first Turn or so in Nabol, quick to notice that his bright hair and eyes stood out in the sea of browns that made up the hold. Everyone here was boring and beneath him and when could he go home? It was by chance that he met and befriended a boy named Vinethz (V'thz), who liked to go by the name Vinny. A herder kid that lived with similar kids outside the main hold, Mytho found an opportunity to turn things around for him. He brightened up as Vinny introduced him to his own group of friends and found himself easily able to convince them all of his superiority. He soon buried his feelings and spent as much time as possible out in the fields with his new "friends", ordering them around and doing whatever he pleased. Who would scold him, after all? He was the son of the Lord of the Hold.
     Even as a youth, he found that cruelty came easily to him-- and that it thrilled him. Other kids suffering because of his orders made him feel so much better about his own life. The easiest target was by far Vinethz's sister, Livilan. Livilan was a sorry thing, her brother was cold to her, and M'tho saw no reason to treat her any different, if not worse. Cold, yes, but Vinethz was one who rarely raised a hand towards his sister until Mytho did so first. Then, well, then it just sort of made sense to hit her, didn't it? When Mytho discovered the girl was claustrophobic, he took huge delight in shoving her into whatever small, closed spaces he could and then holding her in there, loving the sounds of her crying, begging and screaming for help and to be let out only to be disappointed when she'd eventually succumb to hyperventilating and stop making so much fuss. On a few memorable occasions, he even staged mock burials of her, though he didn't find those nearly as fun because the sounds of her distress were dampened. Alex (later Al'x), the youngest of his group, was another easy target. The boy tried so hard to fit in but... he really just didn't. He was too kind. And weak. Though he made for a wonderful lackey. Like a canine begging for love, the idiot boy would come back, tail wagging for any praise, no matter how many times you kicked him. Mytho encouraged Vinethz, whom had an obvious crush that made the blonde boy uncomfortable, to abuse Alex, warping Vinethz's feelings into something far more awful then they ever were and convincing the other boy that that was how he actually felt on the matters.
     Growing older, Mytho found new ways to indulge in his sadistic tendencies. Sex was fun, certainly, but it just didn't have the same spark if his partner wasn't in some sort of pain. Fear, pain, it didn't matter to him, as long as he could taste the tears streaming down his victim's face. But, while vastly more enjoyable, it certainly wasn't something he could indulge in with any real frequency. He could always lie about how he didn't mean what had happened when it came to pain (too rough in the heat of the moment, he'd be more careful next time!), but it didn't always hold water multiple times. And there were limits to how far even he could push the line. Thus Livilan became a victim of him again. He was already physically cruel to the girl, why not take it one step further? To be sure, she was not his first pick in someone to have sex with-- the girl never did fall under any typical standards of beauty. But she was an easy victim. And he knew how to get to panic and break down. Who would she go to? The only person she may have gone to was Vinethz, who had since been Searched and was no longer in the Hold. And even if he had still been in the Hold, why would he have cared or even believed her? Cornering her in his favorite place to do so-- a small, dark root cellar far off from the beaten path of the hold-- he raped her, compounding her fear of small places and general dislike of being touched into what would later become another full on phobia of hers. Mytho delighted in this new use of his toy.
     When Livilan eventually fled the Hold, Mytho was quite disappointed in her. He'd been working on trying to get the boys to also have fun against Livilan's will. He especially wanted to see if he could get that goody-goody runt Alex to actually bed the pathetic creature. And now she was gone? How utterly selfish and ungrateful of her. When the others mused if they were perhaps too cruel to the poor, ungrateful and unlovable creature, to cause her to risk holdlessness over staying, he suggested that they follow if they could. It took time, and a lot of questions, but they eventually tracked down that the girl had gone to the Weyr located in the Dark Forest. Mytho hesitated when he found the location. It was so near his birth place and that stirred memories and feelings long since buried. But the others had thrown themselves fully into the project. And he didn't want to come off as weak to his little lackeys. So they ventured forth out of Nabol and made their way to Deep Forest Weyr. They found the place easily enough, with M'tho's foster mother able to call a favor of High Reaches Weyr and have the boys lifted to the Weyr under the pretext of looking for work and a new life. Once at the Weyr, Mytho was easily able to find the run away and approached her. She didn't look happy at all to see him. And also had a new-found air of confidence about her. It was all rather adorable. Then she knocked his hand away from her and told him where to shove it. The fact that they were in the very public Weyrbowl is the only thing that spared her from having her hair torn from her head and her face under his boot heel. She saw that very fact in his eyes and quickly took her leave, only to be stopped by a green dragon who landed in the 'Bowl with Vinethz, here at the Weyr to try his luck again. Maybe this Weyr thing wouldn't be so bad, if all his entertainment was going to show up with him. He was found suitable to Stand and joined Vinethz in the Candidate's Barracks.
     M'tho found Weyrlife to his liking. Certainly more entertaining than Nabol, though he wasn't able to have as much fun as he used to. No longer being at the top took some getting used to, certainly. Impressing Temanarth at the same time V'thz Impressed his Karanath, the two grew separate from their old group (M'tho more so than V'thz). Eventually, the two themselves grew apart, finding themselves fighting over the use of Al'x (though they both agreed that the young boy may have had what it took to Impress and had him Searched-- they were correct). V'thz also was cross over M'tho's treatment of his sister. Granted, the ungrateful half-wit deserved much of what she got but M'tho had a bad habit of crossing lines. M'tho blew him off and V'thz eventually gave it up as something he really just couldn't bring himself to care about anymore. When K'dar (then Kedar) arrived in the Weyr, M'tho found himself fast "friends" with the younger man, cementing the end of his association with V'thz (who, likewise, had also found new people to hang around).
     K'dar and M'tho operate on an interesting level of friendship. M'tho was grateful to have found someone who enjoyed the same twisted hobbies as he did and, if anything, re-emboldened him to pursue pleasures he had given up on during his time in the Weyr. He also knew that K'dar played a different sort of game than he did-- one of much more subtlety and false faces. M'tho, not caring for those sorts of games, knows to keep his distance and let the brownrider work so as to keep the game going. His first foray back into the world of cruelty was Livilan. Both males quickly and easily snapped the girl's mind from the physical and mental abuse-- which left them without anything fun (how ungrateful of her). Boredom had him finding a greenrider named Mistra. The girl was damaged, he could tell, and he decided to see just how much fun playing games the way K'dar did was. And, indeed, though time consuming, it did pay off. Once Mistra had fallen in love with and trusted the bluerider, M'tho took his chance and brutalized her in the same manner that she had been in her past. He found the added pain of betrayal in addition to the normal fear and pain a beautiful, pure thing. The girl transferred out shortly there after (what was with this happening to his toys?) and M'tho decided against trying that tactic again. While the end result was quite amazing, it was too time consuming for him and it needed too much work on his end. He settled, instead, on random voyages out to unsuspecting cotholds and prey on women there. Killing time between that was harassing a female bluerider and its greenriding friend.
     Ah, and it was amazing how much fun those two could bring to him. To be fair, the bluerider was a lot like Livilan-- only it seemed to have far too much pride and was resilient to breaking. But he certainly got his chance to try breaking her one evening when K'dar's Arkieth told his Temanarth to bring him down for a bit of fun. M'tho was certainly curious-- what on Pern could be fun about a firestone cave? Why, a brutalized bluerider (who he could certainly tell was female now). It really was a pity that unattractive females existed at all. What purpose did they serve? It looked beaten, and the brownrider was in the process of having his way with it... and yet it still seemed quite unbothered by it all. That both amused and irritated M'tho. Just what sort of mess was this bluerider? So he took his turn to brutalize it. Viciously. Horrifically. The point of forcing yourself on someone was to cause pain. So he made sure it understood that. With the handle of a broken pickaxe. And then, just to add to the fun, M'tho produced a bag of lye, dragged over a container of agenothree, and discovered how acids and bases react towards each other on skin. Namely, Tyrina's skin. Ah, blissful, sweet music to his ears. The cries of pure agony. He doubted there was anything more beautiful sounding in the world. And yet, even after that... it was not broken. Near death, certainly. Very much nearly dead. But not broken. M'tho didn't know if he should be excited at the reusable toy or upset that it didn't turn into a mess like Livilan and Mistra had.
     Eventually, M'tho knew he had to confront his past and went to Lisoa to visit. He was certainly not expecting the hostile welcome he got-- until the guards saw his hair and eyes and knew him for what he was (looking near identical to the Lord's Heir had an upside). He didn't know what to expect, but he couldn't have prepared himself for the awkward relationship he found himself in. His father was generous with marks while at the same time making offhand remarks about the color of his dragon (really? Only a blue? Yes! Only a blue! What's wrong with a blue?!). Larance seemed to have more of a use for him as a political point. Lookit me! I hate dragons but I have a personal one to fly me around. Aren't I special? His siblings were indifferent or cold to him. It was really all too much. He tries to have as little contact with his family as he can, preferring to send Al'x to do anything his father wants him to do.
     But then M'tho found Rune. Part of a gaggle of pretty girls that K'dar surrounded himself with (which M'tho thought was silly. What was the point of having beautiful women around if you didn't bed any of them?), he found the greenrider alluring in way he didn't quite understand. Spending time together, he found himself falling in love with her. He couldn't explain how it happened. It just did. Rune was, in his eyes, perfection. Beautiful, clever, and slightly cruel. She was petty and shallow-- he found it fitting and not in a bad way. She was so beautiful, she couldn't help but come off that way. She couldn't help that others were jealous of her. And he felt in him no desire at all to inflict anything bad upon her. She was a Lady and required a gentle hand. She was different from all the others. And he could feel that she saw more than just him as a pretty boy of good breeding. When his mother was dying, she hugged him in a way he couldn't recall ever being held. The comfort of her gentle touch, knowing how much turmoil he had within himself, nearly brought it all back out. It was then that he knew his mother was right-- a Lisoan man's true love is his source of comfort and strength.
     Outside of his newfound capacity to care for someone other than himself, he's also recently found himself interested (re: obsessed) in that freak bluerider's greenrider companion. Kara is independent, proud, capable, and, arguably, quite lovely. She has that pesky grey lunnew and a talent with blades that makes her difficult to approach. M'tho is becoming more and more determined to turn her into a new toy of his.

Dragon| Blue Temanarth

Dragon's Genetic Coding| XRY CCBbss

Dragon's Clutch| Delrith 3

Dragon's Description| Temanarth really doesn't have any qualities that set him apart from other dragons, save for him being short tempered, perpetually annoyed and flight happy. Temanarth is about 27 meters (89 feet) long, and a ever so slightly off blue with traces of a light purple.

Offspring| None known. It is likely, given his sexual promiscuity, that he has sired several children.

Fitting Song| "New Born" by Muse

Star Sign| Leo (August 9)

Alignment| Lawful Evil

Pet(s)|

     Flit(s)| n/a
     Lunnew(s)| n/a
     Wyurm(s)| n/a
Edited by Khaleeco, Jan 25 2018, 11:15 PM.
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Lauren, gold Vandrath-- Jr. Weyrwoman
A'ron, brown Broth-- jr. weyrleader; Candidate Master
Kiya, silver Anzuth-- Wingrider
Livilan, silver Viliveth-- Wingrider
Al'x, blue Ryogath-- Wingrider
M'tho, blue Temanarth-- Wingrider
Tyrina, blue Zaleoth-- Wingrider
Robyn, green Caseth-- Wingrider
V'thz, green Karanath-- Wingrider
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Q'tin-- green Isometh-- Jr. Weyrling
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Rinous-- Steward
Zocheri-- Weyr Support Staff
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