Birthing Date: 10.18.2729
A little tall, K'rix stands at roughly 6'2", although he tends to slouch a bit to minimize his height. His metabolism is slowing down and working very hard to keep any fat on him, and he works himself and his dragon too hard to let it stay. He's got his fair share of muscle, although he'll never be a Pernese bodybuilder. He's not one to flaunt his physique, either, so most of those muscles you'll never see. He has smiling hazel eyes and messy brown hair that even if he fixed it up, Netinth would breathe in, just to spite him. He likes to smile and it's his default expression, so no, he's not up to something.
He's also that guy whose jittery foot keeps making the table shake, and he's sorry.
That jittery foot and slightly mussed appearance is a good indication of his general personality. He's a mover. He likes to move around. When he's bored, he'll swim, or run, or twitch, or *something*, as long as he's moving somehow. He isn't shy, but he's a long way from being classified as extroverted. K'rix does not take his rank as a bronze rider for granted, and while never really given the opportunity, he is capable of taking the reins when the situation calls for it, and he'd like to try at some point. He won't let himself or his dragon be called out for slacking off, so he pushes them both as hard as he can in everything they do, especially repetitious drills. They will do it, and they will do it flawlessly. Or so he aims. He takes dragonriding seriously, and despite the warm personality, has been known to shoot off icy glares at more negligent riders in his wing. Perhaps make a snide remark or two.
This perfectionist-tendencies extend to his love life, along with being notably commitment-phobic. Any woman that pursues him he is instantly wary of. He doesn't want to get tied down, and if he's going to give himself to someone, he'll give himself all the way, and expect the same in return. He especially doesn't want to be wooed just so some harpy can dance around saying she had sex with a bronze rider. When/if he finally gets in a relationship, he'll have a possessive and jealous streak a dragonlength long--and while you wouldn't know it by looking at him, if you looked over Netinth it'd begin to make sense.
K'rix, on women in general: "I have Netinth and Spie. *Netinth and Spie.* And you want to give me a *woman?*"
As Netinth's rider, K'rix has no choice but to be just plain durable and resilient, and by now is decently hard to traumatize or shock. He tends to just take things as they come, his goal being to get through it, see another day with minimal scarring, and, if possible, emerge with no mistakes as well. While Netinth is admittedly flighty, he is good at judgment calls when he's being serious. K'rix has a hesitant trust that Netinth won't chase a green with whose rider K'rix is completely incompatible with... and so far, he hasn't been let down. Too terribly bad.
Mildly surprisingly, twitchy and paranoid greenriders call to him somehow. He likes to be the one to turn their world on its axis and shake it with common courtesy and by being 'above' the stereotypical egocentrism of his rank. That liking to watch their eyes go big and round is probably either a genuinely altruistic trait warped by Netinth, or one of the things that drew Netinth to him to begin with.
Somehow, he's amazingly non-confrontational.
Trait snapshot: Non-confrontational, perfectionist, all-or-nothing.
Kitrix had a typical childhood, in which his biggest trauma was a broken leg that still aches a bit when the weather's about to change. He was born in the Weyr (Ista) to a creche mother and a lower caverns-dwelling father, and therefore was mostly raised by his mother. Bred among a constantly increasing mob of creche kids, he learned quickly how to fend for himself and cause the least amount of havoc while doing so--talking his way out of an argument was much easier than fighting his way out. Also, hopefully, much quicker and less noticeable.
He was formally admitted to the Candidacy at 15, and Impressed the only bronze out of the clutch, Netinth, at 16. If passive, almost shy K'rix nabbing the sole bronze trod on some egos' toes, he never really noticed it, although it did cause a few social difficulties in weyrlinghood that ended up maturing him greatly. When graduation came and went, with no recognition from either parent (father didn't surprise him; mother did, as she'd been greatly involved in his life up until Candidacy), he decided to hunt them down. What he found he wasn't sure he liked--his father had never cared and had no reason to now (also, was a devoted alcoholic), and his mother was preoccupied with her new brood of kids. Any interest either of them showed was due solely to Netinth's hide and the possible bragging rights of their offspring Impressing bronze. He wasn't too pleased with that, and backed off. His worth as a person was *not* determined by Netinth's hide, damn it, especially when he was kind of an off-color bronze as it was. It was when he found himself wondering how not to pass by the creche everyday, or how to get his meals without risking running into an alternately beaming/plotty-eyed/wasted father that he realized that it was getting pathetic. He put in for a transfer to Eastern, citing that his leg ached whenever the weather changed. It was kind of an exaggeration, but it worked.
Less weather changes (heat, heat, and more heat—looked pretty consistent to him) meant a happier leg, and a smaller Weyr meant more opportunities for advancement. Waiting for the elderly to die off wasn't quite his cup of klah. K'rix acquired Spie soon after transferring, after finding the little thing squealing away as a feline batted it around. K'rix rescued him and got him fixed up, and Spie has been bonded to him ever since. Even despite Netinth’s constant teasing.