Persona Profile: T'mhas

Writer: Iluva

Name: T'mhas
Pronunciation: Tuh - mass
Age: 41
Birthday: m7 d26
Rank: Wingthird, Summit Wing
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr

Awards
Crayon Awards: Favorite Romantic Couple (August 2025)

Physical Description of Persona:
Almost impossibly larger and bulkier than any man should rightly be from a lifetime of exertion, let alone the rigours of dragonriding. T'mhas. T'mhas is rippling with muscle, and add into the fact that he’s a giant of a man at almost 6’7” he is not easily overlooked nor overpowered. Everything about him is simply massive; his hands are huge and calloused, his legs basically small tree trunks, his neck thick with bulging veins, and his shoulders are uncharacteristically broad. Physical tasks have always come with the natural ease of being fully alive, fully aware, fully attuned to his own power. He is undeniably in his element. Observe long enough and realize T’mhas doesn't have a body, he _is_ the body - the entire element.

It is a rare thing indeed capable of pushing him to his limit. However, entering his forties his joints do stiffen a little more easily and there are some faint whispers of early-onset arthritis setting in. He’s less than pleased about those changes. And of course with so much man comes more opportunities for scarring: his upper back, chest, arms and legs have met Thread more times than his younger self could ever fathom.

There has always been an unmistakable confidence to his stride, a raw power to his movements. With little reason to try and make himself look bigger, his huge barrel chest, bulging muscles and neck-snapping height can still easily create that effect when riled. Most of the time he’s quite pleasant to look at - he’s an attractive man and enjoys attention. T'mhas’ face sports a large roman nose with wide-nostrils, a broad and strongly lined jaw that cuts a handsome and masculine frame for his wide, full-lipped mouth. While those features can make him frightening when in a bad mood, there’s normally a goofy and relaxed grin that makes him almost endearing. Slightly slanted eyes, though a rather flat shade of blue with little in the way of intellect shining through, are set deep under bushy eyebrows that are the same rich chestnut brown as his hair. Practically, T'mhas keeps his hair rather short and out of his eyes, though it is prone to thick, tight curling even when clipped short and neat.

Emotional Description of Persona:
T'mhas was never a man who thought himself a complex individual. Then again thinking things through was never his forte to begin with. It has taken him this long - forty Turns - to grow into himself, his potential, and his (desperately needed) ability to put logic over impulse, but he has been all the better for it.

In his youth, he suffered from an intense preoccupation with image, inadequacy, perfection, and the narrow field of being that left him in. While never shying from physical work, he wanted an easy life, with easy decisions, and got the exact opposite. In the midst of all that anger was a boy reluctant to fail, reflect, or be at fault, despite the amount of time he spent doing and being just that.

As a man, despite being more rounded and grounded, he would probably still strangle that younger version of himself if given the chance. He’s still loud and demanding, and his quick temper is and will likely always be difficult to control. Still stubborn, still proud and still a bit vain, especially if he can get away with it, and there is a certain confidence that can border on cocky from that level of positive self-regard. But the need to affect importance and talent have crumbled in favour of actually being capable and talented - he’s comfortable in himself, his place in life, and for the most part in the Weyr. This sense of belonging provides the tangible importance he needs - which is just responsibility cloaked in another skin, under another name.

Turns out T’mhas likes being needed. He enjoys the pressure of reaching a goal, meeting a deadline, or beating a record. It's not about being the absolute best or the worst, it's about the _doing_ and if he happens to be the best then all the better. If not, well, it was probably rigged anyway. Rather than fight a challenge, he’s gradually learning to accept it as part of life. In this way, the competition with himself has become the most enduring, the most important, and because he genuinely thrives on contributing in meaningful ways, he lives to help, to provide, to achieve, to protect. He has the foundations of a proper student at this point in his life - sharp, eager to learn, quick to grasp the essentials. An incredible sense of duty and loyalty was always there, it just needed to be able to get out. Not to mention T’mhas has the kind of resolve that can move mountains, withstand the waves of the oceans. He didn’t give himself much opportunity to see those qualities in a positive light when he was younger, but they truly shine in him now. Dedication and hard-work are part and parcel to his person, to who he is beneath the bravado.

At the root of it all, he is a man of energy. His life force is a hot core burning bright. His temper - sometimes terrifying and even destructive - remains the source of his vitality, his desire for more. T'mhas is still someone with a lot of force behind his personality, capable of literally forcing through anything or anyone to get where he’s going. He's a man made to _move_, and encountering obstacles to that, usually lying in the difficulties and demands of critical discernment, or not giving in to a powerful urge or emotion, is always close at hand.

T’mhas feels deeply, more than he’d care to at times. Not being able to act on those feelings causes fountains of fury for him and anyone unlucky enough to be around him. In a grip as crushing as his, his improved ability to let go cannot be stressed enough. That doesn’t mean he likes it though. Not a damn bit. Whatever the cause of his frustration, exercise, training, and drilling are where he turns; physical outlets are his preferred and most effective stress relievers. He’s a sled dog - the dude needs to work.

Beyond the bullheadedness and abrasiveness, there is a good person with an equally good heart. In every way, T’mhas is an intensely physical person - loud, sometimes rather uncouth, and occasionally showing off if only for showing off’s sake these days - but a big softie underneath. He demonstrates friendship through rough acts of hoisting others up, crushing bear hugs, clapping a massive hand on their backs good-naturedly - that’s how T'mhas feels the most comfortable. His devotion to duty exists to protect the essence of life - and life is about having fun. He is loving and affectionate to those he cares for, gentle when it counts, and in many ways is just a big kid himself. Equipped with a great (if crude) sense of humour, Tam’s usually got a rather dry joke or two at the ready, and lacks even a shred of shyness. He acts without fear and if someone he cares about is in trouble he’s the first to jump into action. Unsurprisingly, he can be a little hard to handle in disputes, but there’s very little anyone can do to push him away once he’s developed affection for them.

History of Persona:
A farm-bred boy through and through, there’s always been a joke at the Hall that Ahassa gave birth to her sons in the field rather than the birthing bed. From the time he could walk he and his older brother spent most of their time in the lush tropical lands of the Farmer Hall in Agate Valley Hold. While his parents had initially wanted a large family, after first birthing Hastam with great difficulty and substantial blood loss, Ahassa had nearly been put in her grave when she had Tamhas, even larger, four Turns later. Needless to say two would have to suffice.

Tamhas grew up with a strong emphasis on pulling one’s own weight, on using his size to help carry tools, on making himself useful to others. Truthfully he was good at all of it, and as he grew to be an incredibly large and physically capable man like his father he rarely had to think about much else. He apprenticed when he came of age, and did moderately well with his studies if one were being generous. He had preferred being outside, running, roughhousing, than studying patterns and losing his temper over the sheer _pointlessness_ of everything else. His father was not exactly pleased with this attitude, especially since their other son showed no difficulty in grasping the finer concepts of the craft.

So when a Search dragon from Far Island Weyr landed in the Hold shortly after he’d turned nineteen Tamhas left the Hall feeling rather smug. As the only one selected to go on the whole Search, he arrived with a rather inflated sense of superiority. He had the validation he needed for his attitude and he was quite certain he’d proven to his father which was the better son.

He spent a few months at Far Island, slowly trying to adjust to the new setting, strange people and different ways of doing things. Much of this new information and lifestyle was either rejected, ignored, or begrudgingly taken in stride. Besides, there were only so many extra chores one could assign the candidate before realizing he was too thick skulled to change and too good at them to get tired. But after a while Tamhas did get the hang of the routine and expectations. And quite frankly he didn’t mind doing extra chores as they kept him in his element, kept him busy. He accomplished whatever physical tasks got assigned to him with ease. It was the more academic side of candidacy he struggled with. He didn’t - nor want to - grasp what he saw as useless facts about histories and politics and doing paperwork, it was all just dribble and nonsense really, and after a few months he’d already become rather bored waiting for his bloody dragon to come along.

So when candidates for an upcoming clutch at Dragonsfall Weyr were needed, Tamhas didn’t need to think twice about going. It was clear that he was going to have to start applying himself sooner or later at Far Island, so the chance to begin anew, to maybe Impress a dragon sooner than later and get his life moving the way he wanted, the way he was _destined_, was a far more appealing option to that alternative. It was there he Impressed the most amazing bronze ever shelled and his ego inflated well beyond what the Weyr’s walls could handle.

Then came Weyrlinghood, a Weyrlinghood by rampant forest fire. Weyrlinghood popped T’mhas’ massive bubble of superiority repeatedly and mercilessly, to the point where he was forced to buckle down and apply himself, or risk becoming an absolute joke of an Interval rider. He wasn’t exactly elated to discover just how much he had to learn, and unlearn. Turns out there were consequences to not paying attention, not being a team player, not resisting the urge to punch others. To not being born in a Weyr, not knowing much of anything about this new life or life in general. His Weyrlinghood was fraught with tension, rage, confusion, and the eye opening of a lifetime.

But with Ghraisath came real opportunity, real direction, real pride.

With Ghraisath came true confidence, but real struggle. Real work. The kinds of disorientingly real things he’d _never_ had to do in any other corner of his life until quite suddenly it was his _entire_ life: he had to face who he was - and it was not who he thought, who he said, who he violently and arrogantly _pretended_ he was.

There was no more escaping or deflecting with Ghraisath - and with that powerlessness came blazing hot fear.

But it was worth it.

There was no other way it could have gone, because there was no one else like _him_. No one T’mhas felt safer, more himself, more at home with than his classmate M’thos. They formed a tight bond that withstood the massive growing pains of Weyrlinghood. His Hold ideals waged war with his every waking desire and instinct at the Weyr, paving a long road of many regrets and poor behaviour. In the end, however, T’mhas accepted who he was and what - and who - he wanted. His parents on the other hand… were not okay when he had the nerve to tell them who his weyrmate was, who he never wanted to be without, who he needed like the air he breathed.

Ahassa warmed quickly to the charming greenrider, to the happiness between them. It took many, many, many Turns before Torotam would even acknowledge that aspect of T’mhas’ life, let alone ever be in the same room as them. The ground remains shaky between them, two bulls about to charge. If it wasn’t for his mother he would have been happy to leave Agate Valley behind for good.

As far as his life at the Weyr went, T’mhas excelled. Threadfighting became one of the few things actually tiring him out, pushing his boundaries, testing his mind in ways that finally made sense to him. He was cocky beyond belief during his first few Turns of Threadfighting, though a few nasty scorings helped cement the sober reality of the job into place.

Not to mention he has more than himself to think about these days.

Over the Turns T'mhas and M'thos each became fathers in their own rights. Four distinctly different sons that are more _theirs_ than the boys’ mothers’ (at least until they act up) pull at his heart in ways that make him laugh and lose his temper in the same breath, make him absolutely weak. Those kids are why he defends Pern. The world he and M'thos have created together has shaped his life into something precious, something he would defend tooth and nail, with blood and sweat and feral ferocity. His life has meaning and purpose. Life is pretty feckin’ good and he’s not afraid to show it.

But he will still tear the Weyr down and everybody in it with huge bloodied bare hands if it means protecting what's his.

Family and Friends
M'thos, 42, Weyrlingmaster Second, Dragonsfall Weyr (weyrmate)
M'rhas, 16, Wingrider, Alpine Wing, Dragonsfall Weyr (son)
Varethos, 19, Weyr Resident, Dragonsfall Weyr (son)
Lemhask, 15, Candidate, Dragonsfall Weyr (son)
Torotam, 70, Master Farmer (father)
Ahassa, 66, Crafter's wife (mother)
Hastam, 45, Journeyman (brother)
Tamerel, 6, Weyrbrat (son)

Dragon's Name: Ghraisath
Dragon's Age: 22
Dragon's Hatching Date: m6 d20
Dragon's Colour: Bronze
Description of Dragon:
As bright as the blazing sun, Ghraisath seems to shine with the very best qualities that a bronze should possess. He’s large even for a bronze and built with the natural athleticism of a born fighter. There’s no doubt, even from the moment of his hatching, that he’s indeed a natural, drawing the eye without effort. If there is a standard of draconic beauty, you can be sure that Ghraisath meets those standards exactly. He is the bronze the ballads speak of, he is the bronze the ladies lust after, and he is the bronze that all the other little male dragons want to be…or at least…that’s how it goes in his head. There is some truth to it of course… but no love is universal.

His hide is the color of pale red bronze, appearing almost like liquid, molten metal, rippling as he moves. He gleams in the shadows, he glows in the sunlight, and he preens because yes he knows he’s rather damn beautiful. As such it takes a long time to wash and oil Ghraisath simply because his vanity will permit nothing less.

Ghraisath is a hard dragon to define, simply because he is a dragon of vast contradictions. He's a ladies man, man's man, man about town and he fully lives up to that title.

He has a distinct weakness for ladies, be they draconic or human, and is prone to doing great acts of bravery (or stupidity) so as to win their affections and their smiles. Ghraisath prefers to be snuggled up with one of the greens or the golds around the Weyr, he’s always got his wing around somebody. He's not the most constant of admirers however. He simply lives for the chase, and should he meet a new, challenging green he’s off again.

He enjoys the company of some female dragons he considers friends as well as male dragons, who he loves to roughhouse with. Today is a new chance for glory! For Beauty! For Love! Why not enjoy it to its fullest. He is infectious in his enthusiasm for life, and it’s this more than his shiny hide that wins him the love and support of his friends.

Ghraisath has an interesting code of honour. There are things he will NEVER do. There are things he won’t do…unless…. And there are things he can do without any trouble at all. In the spirit of any sort of competition, he is a maverick and a bit of a daredevil. Most of the time only he or his rider know what particular tenet of that code is in play, but he is without question quite honourable. If he gives his word he will keep it, solemnly, unless it is his very life and limb on the line. He deeply regrets mistakes he makes, hurts he causes, and he does have the susceptibility to do something without thinking it through and then pay for it later.

He’s a kind soul though, despite his womanizing ways. He’s gallant to those others might neglect, kind to those ignored and friendly to everyone. He’s impetuous and rash and this carries over into his fighting, but in the air, few know their stuff better than Ghraisath. He’s a natural wingrider, and a natural leader, with an abundance of charisma which makes him memorable. At the end of the day there are few dragons that you’d rather have by your side in a fight, at the end of the day or in the bright morning. He’s a gentleman and a rogue and somewhere in all that, he has a soft heart too.

Approved: May 12th 2024
Last updated: June 12th 2025

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