Sr. Weyrlings - Green

[Shikai]

Sr. Weyrlings - Green

Rhea and Minath
Loana and Esmerelth
Brinne and Elinth
Emberlyn and Emmith
D'rel and Scherazoth
A'mnir and Miladath

[Shikai]

Character Name: Rhea

Age: 12

Gender: female

Preference: either one (not that she's really hit puberty all that hard yet, so really, she shouldn't be doing that sort of thing!)

Previous Position: holdbrat; weyrbrat

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance: Her red hair is always kept very long and almost always very straight. It's her own little feminine rebellion, to show that even though she lived without her mother, she could be a girl. Ree's blue eyes are much colder than she is, but they easily show her laughter, if nothing else. She's what one would call petite for her age, at just over four and half feet tall, and a skinny 60 lbs makes her a prize any self-respecting male would love to have.

Personality: Rhea was born a naive child. She believed she could stay a child forever just because she liked it better than what she saw adults around her doing. She didn't want to have to worry about what other people said all the time, because it was more fun to act like she had done when she was a small child. She has an inherent fear of growing up.

Ree is one of the most feminine girls you could ever meet. She expects everyone to love her and her beauty. She's kind of conceited, but in a lovable way, because she doesn't realize she's doing it.

She's a very idealistic person, like thinking that because she likes kids, she should just have a baby right then and she'd be happy. She has no sense of reality, especially when it comes to other people. Some would say she just doesn't care how they feel, but really, she hasn't ever realized that other people can feel. She will also trust almost anyone, She'll trust just about any woman on the face of the earth, and guys who seem really innocent (a lot more than actually are innocent). This leads to the obvious result that she'll fall in love quite easily. If she thinks she loves someone, they actually have feelings. Magically.

She usually treats her friends like puppies, because when she was small, they behaved rather like puppies. She's never really had a close friend, but it's unlikely she would treat him or her much better than acquaintances.

She really likes kids, learning, romanticism, writing poetry that she is convinced is horrible, not that she'd ever show it to anyone, dreams, dancing in the rain, weather, having someone to take care of her, and animals. She's a real animal person.

She hates forgetting her dreams when she wakes up. She also hates growing up. She is so far from a vegetarian it's funny. She's almost afraid of vegetables. She really is afraid of growing up, and falling out of a tree.

History: Friya and Ricoa were simple folk; Friya lived comfortably on Ricoa's salary as a herder for a hold. Well, not comfortably, per se, but it was livable. She wasn't going to work, anyway. Her sole purpose, in her mind, was to bear children and be taken care of. So she went about bearing a child. Unfortunately, Rhea was the first and only child she would bear because giving birth to Rhea killed her.

Rhea, the star of our little story, grew up without a mother. The little girl thus never got the education most mothers give their daughters, about such things as modesty and accepting gifts and love and all those other good lessons. Sharing was the one thing her father did teach her, after one of the other children broke her wrist trying to take a ball from her that she didn't want to give. He would have done more except that he was busy trying to make the few marks that they lived on in a year.

It wasn't until she was around ten years old that she realized why the girls all gave her funny looks and she was only friends with the boys. It was shortly after she and her father had been transferred to the new weyr. She had gone up to one of the young ladies to get a snack, and the girl had said that they didn't give candy to girls who acted like boys. She'd never known before that girls didn't act like boys. So she went about feminizing herself. She started wearing traditional girls clothing to meals like the other girls did (she'd always thought they liked wearing the stuff) and found that she quite liked being girly.

The girl always had a fascination with animals, especially the dragons. From the day she started talking, she was asking her father why he wasn't a dragonrider so she could play with the dragon, even though she knew as well as anyone that the dragons weren't there anymore. She wanted a dragon so badly, that there was really nothing the man could do for her except to let her become a candidate like she so desired. As soon as her twelfth birthday rolled around, he put her up to be a candidate and shut her up. As a going away gift, for her moving into the candidates' quarters, he gave her a feline that he'd been secretly saving up for for most of the girl's life. She named him Keetay and cherished him because her father gave him to her.

Position in Family: only child

Pets: feline (Keetay)

Alignment: she'd be a loyalist for the simple reason that she grew up under the direction of the current leaders, and she doesn't know any better than to follow them

Dragon Name: Minath

Dragon Appearance: Of the greens to Hatch in her Clutch, Minath is one of the smallest. She does not appear runty, though, for her graceful build gives her a 'dainty' quality instead. What she lacks in size, this little green makes up for with a startlingly rich hide. Alternating shades of lime green and pine green shimmer down her sides and along her back. Rather than giving her the appearance of a patchwork quilt, however, the differing shades are arranged in small patches that greatly resemble the scales of a fish. Thus, when Minath takes to the air and Rukbat catches her hide just right, it will appear that a fish has learned to fly. Her rather short, solid pine green wings will add to this appearance, and her surprisingly elongated tail will fit right in.

Dragon Personality: Minath also manages to defy the stereotypes of her colour category when it comes to personality, for she is not as flighty and airheaded as most of her sisters. Instead, this green is very concerned with issues of decorum and etiquette, and she always holds herself in a very proper manner, with head aloft and wings neatly folded. If these poses just so happen to better display the rich colours of her neck and sides, well then, this modest green wouldn't admit that this is an unforeseen benefit. These issues of 'propreity' may cause some difficulty when it comes to the messier aspects of Weyrling training, seeing as she is to be a fighting dragon, as well as eating (how beastly!), so it will be up to her rider to convince her to leave that graceful air behind at times. Once in the air or deep into a training session, however, Minath will forget the importance of grace in favour of applying herself fully to the task at hand. She is very courageous and will not balk at dangerous challenges. Despite this independence, though, Minath does enjoy leaving the most difficult matters to male dragons. Not that she believes them all that more capable, but more that she does enjoy having a brown or two at her beck and call.

Dragon’s Abilities:

Strength: 4
Concentration: 11
Agility: 9
Team Coordination: 6
Creativity: 10
Allure: 17
Search/Rescue Skill: 13

[Shikai]

Character Name:Loana

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Preference: Males...

Previous Position: Apprentice Harper

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance: Brown eyes, Short brown hair, 5'3, light tan skin

Personality: Energetic, Exploritive, caring, carfull, wise, has a over active imagination, Usually is the quiet one... likes whatever she sees. Wants a friend and a dragon that she could always count on.

History: Her parents, Reina and Ferlan were traders and Loana had loved it, but when she heard a harper....well, she wanted to try it. Neing the loving parents that they were, Reina and Farlen Sent her to the Harper hall. Her big brother, Greaden who works with his parents, was crying when she left because they had a strong bond. To remember him, he gave her a pipe of her own that he had bought when he was trading. Loana kept it ever since. She Had a good time at the hall for a while, exploring and pranking the drudges, but it got boring. She was a pretty good Harper, but her pranking annoyed everyone. So when She was Picked to be a canadate, the drudges were relived. Now Loana has stopped pranking since it is not fun with the drudges in the weyr, because it is boring too now. She has grew out of it. Then, right before she left for the Weyr, she found some ribbin and put a whole at the end of the pipe and put it around her neck. People have found it weird, and somew people tease her, but she does not care. All she wants is a friend that understands her, and likes what she likes. like a dragon.

Position in Family: youngest

Pets: none

Alignment: A Rebel...Definatly...

Dragon Name: Esmerelth

Dragon Appearance: While of no exceptional size, fitting squarely in the ‘average’ spectrum for her color, Esmerelth is truly a sight to behold. Her hide is vivid emerald green in color, with an almost metallic sheen that seems to capture the light, and the attention of those she passes, wherever she goes. It isn’t purely one color, but made up of ripples of various lighter and darker shades of emerald that swirl together in beautiful combinations. The undersides of her wings are the only exception, as they are slightly darker in color and more solidly colored. She has a lithe, sleek build with graceful features, clearly build more for agility than endurance, even for a green. She is sure to be flying circles around her bulkier siblings in the future, although they will be able to stay in the air longer.

Dragon Personality: Esmerelth is a caring dragon, who is always looking to please, seeking love and support, and feeling pleasure in the approval of others. Her heart is always in the right place, though sometimes it will lead her to heartbreak, as she seeks to help and comfort others, but her help is not always wanted. She has a great sense of aesthetics, unusual in a dragon, especially a green, that often has her watching for beauty in the clouds or artforms in nature, and she actually enjoys artwork created by humans. She loves music as well, and has a rare sense of rhythm ... it is not unusual to catch Esmerelth “dancing” to the music, as she sways her head and tail in perfect time. In flight she is extremely graceful and imaginative, though as a hatchling she may have a bit of overconfidence in her sense of grace. Innocent bumps and scrapes as the little one grows into herself won’t be uncommon. Her innocence is extreme, in fact, and she will often be confused, thoughout life, when encountering others who are less pure than herself. Esmerelth, attracts males of all colors around her, but is pure of heart and faithful to the idea of true love. She loves deeply and completely, finding the good in many, and always hoping to find that one partner who will be just as true in return.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 6
Concentration: 7
Agility: 9
Team Coordination: 13
Creativity: 8
Allure: 15
Rescue/Search Skill: 12

[Shikai]

Character Name: Brinne

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Preference: Males

Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance: Flaming red locks fall in luxurious curls about her narrow shoulders, the longest strands reaching halfway to her lower back. Her hair is Brinne’s most prized possession, and she attests to this fact by spending a generous part of every morning in its preparation and styling. She is delighted in its multitude of shading, for when the sun strikes it just right, ripples of fiery oranges and reds appear to dance about her face, highlighting her other exquisite features. Of those, the feature that most complements her hair is her eyes. They are the green of the sea, fierce and soft all at once, and are accompanied quite appropriately by thick, demure lashes that serve well to hide an occasional flash of malice in the emerald depths.

Her lips are full and lush, and, although she often keeps them quirked in a flirty manner, when Brinne genuinely smiles, all traces of coquettishness and manipulation vanish. It is rare that she lets this carefully constructed mask slip, for it has protected her well over the years, and she is afraid to trust anyone with her true emotions. Of the rest of her features, the girl’s cheekbones are prominent, and her nose is narrow and slightly long. This also serves to give her a somewhat haughty appearance, even if it is not the impression she is trying to deliver.

Brinne’s figure is feminine and supple, but there is a firmness in her form that belies her strength of will and determination. She is of a pleasing height, at 5’7”, which is short enough for most of the young men to feel comfortable with but tall enough to extend her figure upwards. She is quite slender, which is an attribute that is extremely important for her to uphold, leading her to refuse meals from time to time.

Personality: Brinne is easily one who makes a strong first impression. Her bold and flirtatious nature brings her to the forefront of most social interactions, and she is quite the social butterfly. She is outwardly confident and collected, easily recovering from unexpected comments or occurrences. With boys, she quite enjoys being playful and coquettish, teasing them in just the right ways to capture their attention and keep them dangling on a string for her amusement. Brinne quite enjoys these games, as there is nothing more amusing than a flushed and excited young lad stammering idiocies in an attempt to impress her.

This strong, outward impression contrasts quite sharply, thus, with Brinne’s true outlook and emotions. All of her life she has been raised with the message that her future lies in procuring a powerful husband, so she has diligently attended to the task of appealing to and pleasing men. However, she is also pressed by the constant fear that she will fail at this task (despite the indications to the contrary), an insecurity that holds more sway over her the longer she keeps it hidden away and ignored. Although she is outgoing, she is not very open, and she is fearful of allowing anyone to penetrate her carefully constructed emotional barrier. Because of this and the betrayal she has already experienced, Brinne tries to convince herself that all she wants is loose, unattached relationships, but what she needs most is a connection that she can rely on and trust.

This weakness is of little threat to her, so far, as Brinne is determined and wilful. She is unwilling to allow such uncertainties to interfere with her goals, which are lofty indeed. Brinne is definitely not planning to settle, which has led her to turn down offers of marriage in favour of waiting on the Lord Holders’ sons. In Araelen Weyr, it will drive her to seek gold at the Hatching, for she believes herself worthy and deserving of power and adulation. This, at times, foolish pride may create some hostility between Brinne and other girls, but she never experiences friction with the lads, and they are the only ones that matter to her.

Despite her narcissistic approach to most social situations, Brinne can be quite empathic when it comes to dealing with the young or innocent. She is quite fond of her sister, especially her attempts to emulate Brinne, and enjoys guiding the girl. Brinne has also always had a soft spot for felines, breaking with her usual regal image to visit the runnerbeast barns and spend time with the felines living there. However, these are facets of her life that she is not eager to share.

History: Brinne was born into humble beginnings, as her Father, Varinne, was the Lord Holder’s chief runnerbeast breeder, a position which lacked any real title or authority in Holding terms. He had started in an even humbler position, however, as the son of a Farmer beholden to a Minor Hold, and had managed to rise through the ranks due to his talented handling of steeds and his ability to make strong pairings. Thus, he impressed upon his daughters from an early age the virtues of hard work and determination.

His wife, Bria, had married Varinne before the pair had ever left their Minor Holding. It had been an innocent romance that had brought them together, untouched by ambition or cunning. However, when Varinne’s work caught the eye of the current runnerbeast breeder for the Lord Holder, the pair was whisked off to the main Hold and established there in a simple dwelling so that Varinne could better serve his Lord. As the young man began to rise rapidly through the ranks of the Beastcrafters, attaining Mastery at an exceptionally young age, Bria was given her first taste of prestige, and she revelled in it. She began to urge her husband onwards, pressuring him to do whatever was necessary to secure himself even loftier positions in the Lord Holder’s eyes.

With the arrival of her first daughter, Brinne, Bria was immediately struck by the opportunities such startling hair and eyes might bring, if the girl’s face and figure were to develop into anything half-decent. Her daughter was to be a beauty, and there was no better way to improve the position of one’s family than by marrying into more powerful families. Eagerly, Bria began to teach Brinne the manners of ladies and the importance of impressing and enticing her male counterparts.

It wasn’t long before Brinne required no encouragement at all, for she naturally enjoyed and excelled at the games of teasing boys. Although the concept was distant to her in her youthful years, it began to crystallize in her early teens, and the girl learned to flaunt her looks and sprinkling laughter, securing herself a regular following. Her younger sister eagerly attempted to follow in Brinne’s footsteps, and Bania was well on her way to securing herself as strong of a following as her elder sister.

Varinne strove all of his years to attain the position his wife kept pushing him for, but the man was not as overly confident and haughty as she. He fully recognized the danger of having no son to inherit his property, one who could provide for his wife and daughters. Thus, he was eager for Brinne to marry soon. However, when it became apparent that both Bria and Brinne were determined to be extremely picky in the matter, he demanded that Brinne be Apprenticed to the local weaver. After all, he told them, if she failed to marry before his death (the very idea of which was greeted by gasps of shock and incredulity), Brinne would need some trade in order to provide for herself.

Although the girl approached her initial work with derision and distaste, Brinne soon surprised herself by growing to enjoy the simplicity of melding coloured threads into complex pieces of art. It became a source of release for her, as her creations could express her emotions in ways she never allowed herself to otherwise. Through the fanciful depictions of rolling hills bathed in the light of a setting Rukbat, the girl came to realize her desire for life beyond the endless politics of position.

Thus, Brinne set her hopes high. If she could secure the attention of the Lord Holder’s eldest son, Herin, she would be guaranteed opportunities no other marriage could bring. At his side, she could travel all of Pern, leaving this nonsense behind. The idea was so romantic to Brinne that she could no longer imagine anything less. She would catch the son’s eye, and all of her dreams would come true.

Visiting the main Hold often, Brinne established herself as a reliable source of entertainment for the Hold’s various boys, and she was pleased to note that the Lord’s son was among them. Although the most she would do with the silly lads was flirt and tease, her attentions became more deliberate and focused with Herin. He responded well, obviously interested, and Brinne was delighted. The fact that such a marriage would make little sense politically and would undoubtedly be denied by the Lord Holder himself never entered her mind, so entranced was she in her romantic vision of the future.

At 16, Brinne felt quite confident that she held Herin wrapped around her little finger, and most onlookers would have agreed with this assessment. Anytime word spread through the Hold’s lads that she was walking in the garden or on the heights, Herin would attend to her. From the way his eyes followed her every step and his words slurred when he attempted to speak at times, Brinne knew she had him. When he asked her to meet him one evening in the lower parts of the Hold, the girl was ecstatic. Although she had been made the offer of bedding down countless times before by every other lad present, including Herin multiple times, she had refused, waiting for the entrancement to be complete. After all, it would do her no good if she gained a reputation as being ‘loose’ without gaining a ring in exchange for it.

This time, however, she was confident that Herin’s attraction was complete enough that an offer of marriage would be soon to follow. He had whispered such promises in her ear as they walked the gardens together, and their meetings had become more than simple flirtations. They often had avid discussions of Pernese affairs, and Herin seemed pleased no longer simply by her appearance, but also by her intelligence and wit.

It was with nervous but excited anticipation that Brinne waited at the arranged meeting spot, and when Herin arrived, no greetings were necessary. They had both waited far too long for this night to delay it any longer. It was as perfect as she had ever imagined, and when Brinne awoke the next day, it was with great satisfaction and euphoria, confident that he would marry her on the spot.

No offer of marriage came that day. Nor the next. Weeks passed, and Brinne became a recluse, miserable because of the rejection. Herin visited her home, once, but only to tell her that she was being ridiculous. After all, his Father would never have permitted a marriage. Why couldn’t they just enjoy each other’s company, go back to the way things always were, with a few more of the added benefits? He stormed out of the home minutes later, his face red and smarting where she had slapped him.

By the time dragons appeared above the Hold, all of Brinne’s tears had dried, and she was left a hollow shell of the confidence she once imbued. She was reluctantly urged out of the home by her Father, along with her sister Bania. The bluerider was on Search, Varinne told her. If she was taken to Araelen Weyr, the possibilities would be endless for her once more. The thought brightened the girl slightly, but she doubted that a dragon would ever find her suitable to stand as a candidate if a Lord Holder couldn’t even find her suitable enough to marry.

However, that was for the dragon to decide, and after a cursory survey of the young folk arrayed before him, the blue indicated Brinne and two others. Shocked, the girl was herded forward towards the dragon by the rider, who was eager to be done with this business. As the reality began to sink in, though, Brinne froze. She was about to abandon everything: her family, her friends, and her life, to be whisked off to a Weyr that had appeared out of Harper’s tales and to potentially become a dragonrider. Before hope even began to brim, fear engulfed her. The opportunity was enormous, Brinne knew, but she wasn’t ready to leave all of the security of her home.

It was impossible to request that her family come with her; after all, Varinne was well-established here, and Brinne could hardly care for Bania adequately. Cautiously, she asked the bluerider if she could bring along a feline. Although he was reluctant at first, fearing how the creature would yowl and panic in between, Brinne found herself easily slipping back into her flirtatious role, and the matter was decided. She packed up the few belongings she had, chose a kitten that she had grown particularly attached to from her Father’s barn, strapped it securely in a traveling sack, and, with tears of anxiety as well as hope, bid farewell to her family and her life. With that, Brinne was off to Araelen Weyr.

Position in Family: Oldest daughter of two

Pets: Calico Feline Sphinx

Alignment: Loyalist (although she is quite flexible, eh heh)

Dragon Colour: N/A

Dragon Personality: N/A

Dragon's Name: N/A

Relation to Existing Character: N/A

Dragon Name: Elinth

Dragon Appearance: Elinth is somewhat large for a green, though slender, with a long neck that she often holds high, long legs and tail, and long though strongly broad wings. She is a lovely, even moss green, that swirls along her sides to a pale grayish-green on her undersides. The paler shade extends up the underside of her neck, around her muzzle, and in a blaze up the front of her face, as well as down to the tip of the underside of her tail. There is also a circle of silvery-gray that wraps around the base of her neck like a necklace, paler even than the undersides, so it stands out both above and below. It will oft be hidden by her riding straps, of course, but Elinth is proud of her “distinguishing mark”– though she keeps that gentle pride to herself, never boasting, almost as a symbol of her strength.

Dragon Personality: Elinth is a caretaker. She always places the needs of others above her own, yet knows well to take good care of herself ... after all, she must be strong if others depend on her. She is reserved, preferring to enjoy activities with others as an observer, though she does enjoy, in her own private way, seeing others revel and play. Though she feels her emotions deeply, she hides them within herself, so as not to show weakness. She, however, will openly extend gentle affection on others, particular if those others are in need, more to boost their confidence than to satisfy her own feelings. Elinth’s secret is that, deep inside, though she will not admit it even to herself, she wishes that she had been born gold ... simply because she thinks she would make a very good mother. This may provide an interesting situation for her rider!

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 10
Concentration: 7
Agility: 8
Team Coordination: 12
Creativity: 5
Allure: 13
Rescue/Search Skill: 15

[Shikai]

Character Name: Emberlyn

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Preference: Males

Previous Position: Scribe Apprentice

Current Position: Reluctant Candidate

Appearance: Emberlyn stands 5'6", two inches shorter then her twin. Her hair is black as well, but not as dark as Kimber's, but a glossy black. Her eyes are the same deep, clear blue. Her figure is more developed then her sister's, having lost the baby fat and gained a womanly figure that comes with reaching puberty.

Personality: Emberlyn is much quieter then her twin, but still fun loving. She is a wall flower and loves to watch people. She is shy for the most part, but once someone gets past that shyness she opens up a bit more.

History: Born at Haper Hall to Assistant Scribe Tiamber and Drum Instructor Kyle. Twin sister to Kimber, Emberlyn is older by five minutes. She did try being an apprentice harper, but her voice was too soft and had a trill in it when she sang in the higher ranges that wasn't too terribly unpleasant, but there none the less. She couldn't really grasp any insturment, but she had neat hand writting and was apprenticed as a scribe. When she and Kimber were 15 turns old there parents gave them both a canine puppy. She and Kimber were Searched together. While Kimber was excited, Emberlyn was scared. She didn't really want to go, but she had no choice, especially with how "convincing" the Search rider was. Her parents were proud of them both and was able to calm some of Emberlyn's fears, that and the possibilty that the Weyrleaders might allow them to continue her Scribing should she not impress, after all records needed to be kept and up dated.

Position in Family: Older twin by five minutes to Kimber. Has a three turn older sister named Tabin.

Pets: A smoky gray canine with darker grap spots on her belly. The canine's name is Razzle.

Alignment: Loyalist

Dragon Name: Emmith

Dragon Appearance: Emmith is a flambouyant green, a bright emerald along her back, shading to brilliant spring green along her sides, and her belly is a bright sea green. These shadings are subtle, gradual blendings, so that it’s hard to tell where one shade stops and the next begins, giving Emmith a blended look that is eye catching. However, as vivid as they are, the shades of green on her hide are not even the most eyecatching thing about her, for when she extends her wings, her wing membranes along the trailing edge are a golden chartreuse! It’s very easy to tell Emmith from every other green in flight, that’s for sure!

Her form is slender, medium in size, and well balanced. She’s beautiful ... and she tends to realize this!

Dragon Personality: She’s a very outgoing dragon, high-spirited, sometimes a little nervous. She tends to leap before she looks, loving to jump into action and be noticed ... which can often get her and her rider into hot water. She’s flighty, easily distracted (especially when a handsome blue saunters by) and just loves to flirt! She can be a real challenge to keep to the task, but if it’s fun you are looking for, Emmith will never fail to make you smile.

Her teasing ways can frustrate the male dragons, for she loves to flirt and tease, and will often ‘play hard to get’ just to gain the attention. However, if she plays too long, and their attentions turn elsewhere, Emmith can become very jealous. Her interest in such games does not extend only to her own interactions, though, for Emmith is also a notorious matchmaker. She may not be very good at it ... but sure sure does try!

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 8
Concentration: 6
Agility: 15
Team Coordination: 8
Creativity: 7
Allure: 16
Rescue/Search Skill: 10

[Shikai]

Character Name: Deverel

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Preference: Both

Previous Position: Son of a Minor Holder

Current Position: Journeymen Harper

Appearance: The twin's look exactly alike. Down to the last freckle they each have underneath their left eye, right at the corner, they are indistinguishable even to those who know them. Possible Crown being the only one to be able to tell you the differences, when they aren't talking and showing you who is who, you can't do it. Both have different personality's, but they have perfected the art of looking, mimicking, doing exactly everything like the other. They have gone so far as to be able to perfectly mimic, down to voices and movement, other people. Tall, willowy, they look much like Hauze. A darker color blond then their siblings, they don't have the red tinge that Crown has, or the white color that touches Hauze. No, molten gold flows from the crown of these two boys, a darker, richer golden that moves like silk wheat. The two are tall, shorter than the six foot three inch brother by an inch and a half. Six foot one and a half, the two have clear blue eyes that are tinged with green. Unlike the older and younger siblings, they don't range, staying the same blank color. Pretty to look at, but nothing behind them.

Willowy, graceful, the two carry an air all of themselves. Not quite like their sister's feral prowl, but not their brother's elegant beat, they have a tune that is all to themselves. Straight noses dead center in the middle of their face, high cheekbones, all straight angles, they aren't bad looking at all.

Personality: Deverel is in a series of words dual-natured, elusive, complex and contradictory. On the one hand he produces the virtue of versatility, and on the other the vices of two-facedness and flightiness. Many times, he has often been described to have the graces and faults of the young. When he is are good, he can be very attractive; when he is bad Deverel is more the worse for being the charmer he is. Like a child, he is lively, and happy, although he has flashes of being egocentric, imaginative and restless. He takes up new activities enthusiastically but lack application, constantly needing new interests, flitting from project to project as apparently purposelessly as a butterfly dancing from flower to flower. To him, life is a game which must always be full of fresh moves and continuous entertainment, free of labor and routine. "Changing runners in the middle of the stream" is another small quirk in his distinct personality which makes decision making, and sticking to a decision, particularly hard for him.

Since he lacks the quality of conscientiousness, he is apt to fight a losing battle in any attempts he makes to be moral (in the widest sense of the word). His good qualities are attractive and come easily to him. He is affectionate, courteous, kind, generous, and thoughtful towards the poor and suffering - provided none of the activities resulting from expressing these traits interferes too greatly with his own life and comforts. He learned quickly to use his outward attractiveness to gain his own end, and when striving for these he will use any weapon in their armory - unscrupulous lying, and cunning evasiveness; escaping blame by contriving to put it on other people, wrapped up in all the charm he can turn on. In his better moments he may strive to be honest and straightforward, but self-interest is almost always the victor. If things go against him, he sulks like a young boy.

Also like a child, he demands attention, admiration, and the spending on him of time, energy and money, throwing tantrums if he don't get what he wants. He reflects every change in his surroundings, like a chameleon, and can become pessimistic, sullen, peevish and materialistically self-centered if circumstances force him to struggle in any way. If the conditions of life become really adverse, his strength of will may desert them entirely. He can become uncertain of himself, either withdrawn, or a nervously excitable worrier, sullenly discontented, hard and irritable, with "Self" looming ever larger in his struggles. On the other hand, his versatility can make him very adaptable, adjusting himself to control the world around him by means of his inherent ingenuity and cleverness. It all really depends on what his twin wants and doesn't, and what the other male is feeling.

Deverel has a keen, intuitive, brilliant intelligence and he loves cerebral challenges. But his concentration, though intense for a while, does not last. His mental agility and energy give him a voracious appetite for knowledge from youth onward, though he dislikes the labor of learning. He easily grasps almost everything requiring intelligence and mental dexterity, and is often able to marry manual skills to his qualities of mind. His intellect is strongly analytical and sometimes gives him so great an ability to see both sides of a question that he vacillates and finds it hard to make decisions. But Deverel's intelligence may very well be used to control and unify the duality of his natures into a most efficient unit. If faced with difficulties, he has little determination to worry at a problem until he finds a solution - he will pick the brains of others. In his intellectual pursuits, as in other departments of his life, he risks becoming dilettantes, losing himself in too many projects which he'll follow until they become difficult.

In love he is fickle, not intentionally so but because of the basic inconsistency of his emotional nature, which has an amoral aspect to it. Their is a side to Deverel which can become deeply involved emotionally, and another, hostile to sentimentality, which stands back from a romantic situation, laughing at it and the protagonists in it, including himself while analyzing it intellectually. He is much like a Gemini, and if you have ever met one, they take nothing seriously. So, in love, in spite of his temporary depth of feeling (for the intensity of involvement lasts only while it is new) he is superficial, light-hearted, cool, flirtatious and unimaginative in the understanding of the pain he may give others. He likes intrigue, the excitement of the chase, but once he has caught the prey, he looses interest and look around for the next creature to pursue. In less serious situations he makes a witty, entertaining companion, a good acquaintance rather than a friend. Even at his worst he is never dull - there is usually playfulness below the surface, and he can be a brilliant conversationalist - but he can also be quarrelsome, prattle, boast, lie, and cheat. This is part of the reason that he is a hypochondriac, constantly believing he is sick.

He can be successful in many walks of life though his general characteristics tend to make him unreliable. He is a skilled manipulator of language, in speech and writing, and is a talented debater, diplomat, orator, teacher, and writer, which is part of the reason he went to be a Harper. In business, any work which combines quick-wittedness with a change of surroundings suits him; working with public in any capacity is right up his alley. Because he is dispassionate, logical, rational and analytical he is good at astronomy, mapping the stars. Deverel takes danger no more seriously than anything else and while a bad thing, he really doesn't fear thread. He's been in danger before, self-inflicted, and tends to live. As a Harper he excels in music, and he is known for his abilities to do research of a skeptical kind. Negatively, he can sometimes degenerate into a confidence trickster, and a thief.

History: ...Exactly the same as Hauze and Crown's, except that they were generally the ignored in between children. The two were looked at by a Journeyman at the Hold and asked if they would like to Apprentice -- leaving Crown only because she forced them too, they started their training. Passed training a few sevendays ago, they were put at the gather and expect to see their little sister, who they don't know is a drudge, and she doesn't plan on telling them.

Position in Family: Middle children

Pets: ---

Alignment: ---

Relation to Existing Character: Hauze's younger twin brothers, Crown's older twin brother's

Dragon’s Name: Scherazoth

Dragon’s Appearance: Scherazoth is of average size for a green, perhaps even a bit on the large side. She has a definite, somehow noble grace in her movements and the way she carries herself, although this is due more to her own subconscious knowledge than a lighter build. She is somehow longer than most greens, with every feature from her elegant head to her sinewy tail seeming elongated. This balances out her more muscular build, so that she has a sleek, refined appearance despite her powerful structure. Scherazoth’s hide is a light, almost yellow green, traced subtly with strange squiggles and speckles of darker kelly green. Her wingsails are painted solidly with the darker shade, with highlights of yellow green on the thinnest parts of her wings.

Dragon’s Personality: Scherazoth is an oddly intellectual dragon, fascinated by stories and parables. She is apt to listen to any when available, and has a good memory for what she hears, so that her rider may often be left wondering where she came across the latest tale she recounted. Scherazoth is a bit steadier than the usual green, being very decisive and sticking to her decisions once she has had a moment to think an issue over. She is very cunning, and manages to find unique solutions that avoid violence when possible. The opinions of others mean little to Scherazoth, as she is ruled chiefly by her morality, always sticking up for what she feels is right regardless of the consequences or danger. She is very protective of hers and others who manage to win her friendship, willing to stand up for them and even, perhaps, attempting to solve their problems on her own, which could cause some interesting situations with her rider later on. Scherazoth may be difficult to approach, as she can come off as distant rather than friendly to those who don’t know her, but she is witty in the extreme and good at conversation once someone else makes the first move. While she may not seek it quite as actively as other greens, Scherazoth does enjoy the company of male dragons, and can be flirty if the male is up to her rather high standards.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 9
Concentration: 5
Agility: 13
Team Coordination: 11
Creativity: 4
Allure: 17
Rescue/Search Skill: 11

[Shikai]

Character Name: Andhrímnir (A’mnir), often shortened to Andy for reasons that should be obvious just from looking at it. If you’re curious about its origins, wiki the full version, and learn about the powers of Norse mythology.

Age: 16 Turns

Gender: Male

Preference: Females, though he wouldn’t be entirely adverse to a male, either.

Previous Position: Resident of the hold; mostly helped out with the cooking.

Current Position: Candidate

Appearance:
If he were the judge, Andy would probably place himself third in every beauty contest. Partly because he hates to seem biased in favor of himself (or anyone, for that matter), and partly because he’s just plain good-looking. Or rather, not all that plain. Tall, he has enough muscle to not appear gawkish, but little enough that he still has that adorable little-boy look about him without being a pathetically helpless wimp. Little of his baby fat remains, though, that little being primarily in his face, which is somewhat rounded. He has long legs for his size, along with large hands and feet. His fingers are long, a musician’s fingers, if he had a musician’s ear (however, he’s very nearly tone-deaf). In fact, most everything about Andy seems to be long, long and lean. He has a good figure and knows it, and could probably get away with a lot thanks to it if he had any inclination to do so. As it is, the only time he really exploits that feature of himself is when he wants to be attractive to a girl, because he knows how good he looks, reluctant as he is to admit it sometimes.

Rather like his half-brother, Andy’s hair is his pride and joy, though he doesn’t quite take it to the level of madness that Iraink does. It’s a dirty blonde, rather lightened from the sun, about to the bottoms of his ears and straight save for where it flips up at the ends. It is his one real concession to vanity, as he takes great care to ensure that it stays as it looks, always after the newest oils to make it keep its shine, regardless of how girly it makes him smell for an hour or two. He doesn’t mind the girliness of it, anyhow. If one were to wish to catch Andy with messy hair, or the slightest smidgen of facial hair, they would have to catch him very early in the morning, before most of the weyr rises, in the washroom. There, where there is no-one to see, he shaves any hint of a beard or mustache, and brushes his hair to where he is satisfied. He’s also a habitual early riser, so he doesn’t really mind the inconvenience of it anyhow. And after all, he does have a reputation to keep, and it’s one that he wouldn’t necessarily want tarnished.

The one other similarity to Iraink lies in the blue eyes, an almost eerie shade reminiscent of deep tidal waters and the sky in late evening. They’re round and innocent, deep and trusting. Of course, that could simply be a reflection of Andy’s naïveté, or it could be the inherited look of their common mother. Though the former could quite easily be believable, it is more likely that the latter is the more accurate. They also make up most of what is a facial expression that is quite possibly unique to Andy, where his eyes widen and he gives a sort of half-smile. He claims it’s supposed to be a look of encouragement, but his elder sister always called it his “I’m-going-to-tell-on-you” look.

Personality:
Perhaps there is such a thing as too trusting. If there is, Andy would be the epitome of it,
with his blind faith in other peoples’ better natures and determination to see the brighter side of everyone and everything. Which would be a wonderful thing to strive for, if it hadn’t come back to bite him in the butt so often. He is incapable of deceit, but also incapable of detecting deceit. Sarcasm utterly eludes him, as he almost invariably believes that it is said not in jest, but in all seriousness.

However, that is not to say that Andy can only be serious. Though he rarely jests, he spends a good portion of his time chasing after whatever girl he happens to be attracted to. For all his little flaws, he manages to establish a wide network of friends wherever he goes. Or at least he believes that they are his friends; they could be utterly patronizing, and he would never notice. He’s friendly and exuberant, almost puppyish, bouncing around with an excess of energy.

Optimism is Andy’s third name, if Honesty is his second. Andhrímnir Honesty Optimism is rather a mouthful, though, so it’s lucky that he doesn’t actually have the other two. He rarely believes that anything can possibly go wrong, which doesn’t always work out so well. As trust has bitten him multiple times, so too has optimism. If he believes that something will go well, chances are, it will, but something else will go horribly, horribly wrong.

Ridiculously brilliant, Andy always wanted to put the brain he had to good use. Things never worked out, though, because the Harpers wouldn’t take him due to his absolute tone-deafness; the Smiths wouldn’t take him because he was too ‘delicate’ a person; the Healers wouldn’t have him because he refused to acknowledge the possibility of anyone dying while in his care; and nothing else really seemed to suit. So he ended up cooking, because he could work absolute wonders with all sorts of food. The brain never got used much, but most people agreed that his roasted wherry could blow most other food right out of the water. Except for Benden wine, but that’s not food. And, well, probably food at other holds, but nobody really wanted to tell Andy that.

Though Andy loves his full name, Andhrímnir, and loves the way it seems to flow off the tongue, he can never get anybody to call him by it. It is the one subject over which he will occasionally argue, because he can’t for the life of him figure out why people think it’s so difficult to say. He hates the name Andy.

History:
Yeah, Andy had that sort of luck. The sort of luck that said “look at me, I’m born, but somebody else died in my place!” On the night on his son was born, Karl took bread, broke it, and ate it, saying “This night my son is born. Take and eat. Do this and think of my son.” But on the morn that he did die, Sarbet saw the body, broken, and cried out, saying “I gave everything to you. And now I have only our children. I shall raise them in remembrance of you.”

Apparently, though, there wasn’t a whole lot of ‘remembrance’, because only a short while later it became quite clear that Sarbet had been with another man, and bore his child. The evidence was in her bulging belly, and the obvious truth that she could not have conceived a child a few hours after giving birth.

Andhrímnir knew that his little brother wasn’t the same as him. But the two were so close in age that they became rather good friends anyhow, at least for a couple of Turns. When the day came that Andy found out the truth of Iraink’s birth, however, he promptly turned the shoulder and laughed with his other siblings. No, not his other siblings. His only siblings. After all, Iraink was only half a sibling, and nobody really knew who his father was. He didn’t count for anything more than a little weirdo.

And so the first few years of Andy’s life passed, with constant new revelations occurring at what were probably rather inopportune moments. But Andy couldn’t help the gossip about his mother, and however he tried to defend her, there really was nothing he could say in her defense. It was obvious what had been done.

Perhaps that was when he learned that if people said something, they meant it. And therefore, why would anyone ever lie or say anything they didn’t mean? Lies simply didn’t exist. So when Sarbet told him that he didn’t need to worry about ever having to see Iraink again because his father had come to take him to live in another hold, where he would be happy and have a family, Andy believed her.

He grew up rather happy from that day on, trying his hand at everything (and failing at most of it), but never losing hope that one day he would find what he was good at. There was nothing he didn’t like and nothing he wouldn’t try simply for the sake of trying. And sure, helping out the kitchen drudges wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but when he found out that he could cook, and cook well, who was to stop him from doing what he could? After all, though everyone loved him, not everyone loved his near-uselessness.

As puberty hit him like a runaway herdbeast, he shot up, grew handsome... and found that he liked girls. Doesn’t every adolescent boy, save those who find that they like other boys? Well, and those who just don’t like anyone like that, but they’re in the tiny minority. But that was overshadowed by the return of the dragons. It sounded like a story, far too good to be true. Yet, it wasn’t, for why would anyone lie about that? The shadows of the dragons passing overhead could not be fabricated, and the distinct order that came into their lives once the weyrs returned to their rightful places (or, rather, singular, as there was still only the one weyr) could not be false.

Search was unexpected. He was just a young man who could cook, what could the dragons see in him? There were, however, stranger happenings. The first time he heard the name “Iraink” muttered in the hallway, followed by “lunatic”, he thought he was going mad. His half-brother could not possibly be in the weyr. And yet, it seemed, he was.

Position in Family: Second-youngest, approximately a Turn older than Iraink.

Pets: None

Alignment: Loyalist. He is incapable of believing that the weyrleaders could possibly do anything wrong.

Relation to Existing Character: Iraink’s foil and half-brother. He exists solely to torment the poor guy.