Persona Profile: W'yel

Writer: Duskdog

Name: W'yel
Pronunciation: Wuh-YELL
Age: 13
Birthday: m3 d2
Rank: Weyrlingstaff Assistant
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr

Physical Description of Persona:
Wayell is short for his age, still a little shy of hitting that first growth spurt that some of his peers have already begun to experience. He’s a little bit on the stocky side, and showing signs of growing into a solid young man capable of packing on some muscle someday… but that day has not yet come. For now he’s a bit of a pipsqueak, with big blue eyes and soft blonde curls that don’t do him any favors with any girls except for his doting mother, much to his chagrin.

Emotional Description of Persona:
Contrary to his granny-pleasing, baby-faced appearance, Wayell has always been a confident, adventurous boy -- a daring rascal, _juuust_ barely shy of being labeled a troublemaker, who ran the streets and docks of Sunstone with a gang of like-minded boys, having fun together on grand adventures.

Except… not really.

That boy only exists in Wayell’s head, in his happiest daydreams. The _real_ Wayell is rather shy and anxious, inhibited by the constant, overwhelming need to be _good_. He’s the type of kid who really is more hurt by an authority-figure’s disappointment than by any real punishment, and the thought of stepping even a toe out of line fills him with dread. He’s been smothered by his mother, he has no friends, and he knows it; he desperately wants to break away and become his own person, to take risks and be daring and just _not care_ about what people think of him, but… it’s hard.

History of Persona:
Wayell was born at Sunstone Seahold, the youngest child of a seamstress and a sailor. When Wayell was only a baby, his older sister was playing along the beach with some other children and drowned before anyone even noticed she was missing. And then, when he was three, his father was killed in an accident on the ship. As a result, his traumatized mother became very over-protective of her only remaining family -- her little Wayell -- and spent the next nine turns of his life simultaneously spoiling and smothering him. He was held hostage by the guilt he felt any time he upset her by doing such wild things as staying at a friend’s home too long, or going out without his coat when it was a little bit chilly outside, or arguing with her about anything at all. He grew up anxious and lonely, wishing desperately to be someone braver and more independent than he actually was.

Accepting Search, and remaining steadfast in his insistence until his mother relented and allowed him to go, was the first big act of rebellion he had ever embraced. He even managed to stay resolute when she burst into tears and moaned about how she wouldn't survive without him as he climbed on board the dragon, suspecting (rightly) for the first time that maybe, just maybe, it was more about _her_ than it was about _him_.

He Impressed his first time Standing, on m8 d20 t12, to blue Nymorith.

Dragon's Name: Nymorith
Dragon's Age: 0
Dragon's Hatching Date: m8 d20
Dragon's Colour: Blue
Description of Dragon:
Nymorith is a small blue -- sleek, nimble, and always seemingly in motion -- with a dark sapphire blue hide that deepens to navy along his spine and wings, like clear, deep ocean waters. His mental voice has the glint of a smile in it -- relaxed, melodic, sometimes sing-song. When he gets excited, he speaks faster. When he’s trying to soothe W’yel, it slows to a soothing lilt, like waves lapping on shore.

Nymorith is everything W'yel daydreams of being: breezy, bold, curious, and endlessly adventurous, as ever-shifting as the sea. He flits from thought to thought with boyish charm and just enough recklessness to keep things interesting. He’s quick to laugh (a dragon’s equivalent, anyway), quick to dare, and absolutely _allergic_ to fear-driven hesitation.

But he’s not unkind. Far from it. Nymorith is _warm_, easy to trust, and fiercely loyal. He understands that W’yel is tangled in knots of expectation and self-doubt -- and he sees straight through all of it. He knows what his rider _wants_ to be, and even though he doesn’t entirely understand why it’s so difficult for him, he’s determined to show W’yel that he _is_ that… if only he’ll embrace it. To that end, he isn’t a bully or a pusher, but he _nudges_. }:Climb the rock. Talk to that girl. Tell the Wingleader he’s wrong. What’s the worst that could happen?:{ He’s the whisper in W’yel’s head constantly saying }:Why not?:{ -- followed by a tail-flick and a leap off the cliff (metaphorical or otherwise), trusting W’yel to follow.

And if they fail? }:You’re fine. We’re fine. Let’s try again!:{

Approved: June 16th 2025
Last updated: March 5th 2026

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Persona Profile: W'yel