Sr. Weyrlings - Brown

[Shikai]

Sr. Weyrlings - Brown

Je'shi and Porth
Kimber and Ferth
A'clayr and Atoth
K'l'sran and Helksinth
T'ryis and Wickhath
C'train and Rhobith

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[Shikai]

Character Name: Je’shi

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Male

Preference: Females

Previous Position: Fisherman Apprentice

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance:
Jermashi has a rather lanky form. He has long limbs with thin bones, flat stomach and looks like there’s absolutely nothing to him. It gives him an almost brittle look, if added in with the fact that he is rather tall. But it doesn’t seem to phase him in the least. He has pasty-colored skin that, although it looks healthy and is healthy, gives him quite the ghost-like look. His shoulders are flaked and red from long hours of work on boats with no shade and it is apparent that they will stay that way.

He has messy short hair that looks good even when it’s tangled. It isn’t thick but there is enough there to make you want to mess with it. His dark brown hair is just long enough for you to grab hold and pull. And it does hurt. Under slim eyebrows rest two hazel eyes, light green and really dark brown melded together. Where the two colors meet is a patch of emerald green and gold-brown, giving his eyes a four-hued appearance.

Personality:
Extremely old-fashioned is how Jermashi rolls. He sticks straight to the old records and harper tales. He thinks that everybody has their traditional place and that is where they should be. He is extremely straight-forward when it comes to anything, especially his views, and he will not take any other views into consideration. There is no reasoning with him at all, and he absolutely despises compromises. He’s not easy to deal with and he likes it that way. Especially when it comes to girls. Oh, they’re attractive and all, but that’s all they’re worth. The queen riders have his absolute respect, for those women are above and beyond the others. But those others…they’re just brainless, flightly, and fit for doing small work. He hates when females impress to fighting dragons, except for perhaps the greens. They can get away with that. The two match.

As you can see, he gets into many heated arguments about this sort of thing. Though other than that he is a really nice guy, if someone so much as does anything liberal, he blows up. Nothing else really gets him ticked; he only gets angry for things that cross his beliefs the wrong way. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even like to fight; he doesn’t have the build for it. So when he does, you know two things: the kid must have done something wrong, and to get a healer, because there was NO way Jermashi was going to win any fight.

Jermashi has this strive to do something for Pern other than fish. The stirrings of old tales of thread got him to think ahead, and so weyrlife quickly appealed to him. He is extremely “patriotic”, if you have to label it as something, and loves the old times when thread was fought by men on wings, or even the occasional queen wing with flamethrowers. It gave him a sense of importance that he absolutely adored. So, of course he took the opportunity to come to the weyr.

History:
His personality had to be influenced by something, and that would be his father, Jeraai. Jeraai, like Jermashi’s former position, was a fisherman. Jermashi and Jeraai were super close throughout the sixteen years of his life that he worked on his father’s boat. They talked about anything, even things personal, and they didn’t really keep anything from them. His relationship with his mom was infrequent, for Mashi was a trader and traveled a lot. But they were alright with the living arrangements and everything was fine.

While on the fishing trips that could either be short or long, Jeraai told Jermashi of the old harper tales and excerpts he memorized from records. Apparently, Jermashi’s grandfather was a harper and told his son about all of these things. So he was passing it on. Jermashi got hooked on them and it really swayed his thinking on things drastically. That’s why he’s so into the old traditional stuff; it reminds him of those long, comfortable, familiar fishing trips with his father.

When the chance came to go to the weyr as a candidate, much to his father’s surprise, Jermashi jumped at it and took it. Jermashi had to explain to his father the reason why, and Jeraai accepted it and let him leave. The greenrider took him to the weyr just after the last hatching, to his defeat, but he wasn’t put out fully by the miss. Soon, however, his paths crossed with a female weyrfolk. She kept on asking questions much out of her rank, so he was rather nasty to her about it. She had a lowly position, as it well should be, so he let her be and walked away. But they crossed paths quite often and they always get into arguments because of it.

Position in Family: Only child ^.^

Alignment: Loyalist

Relation to Existing Character: Aylana: Enemies

Dragon's Name: Porth

Dragon's Appearance: One’s first impression upon seeing Porth is likely to be surprise at the sheer mass of the brown. Taking another look, however, it is clear that this is due more to his stocky, muscular build than incredible size, for while he is on the large side for a brown, he is not quite so big as he first appears. He is powerfully built, with his only flaw in proportions being slightly shortened wings. Porth is a deep, dark chocolate brown in color, with a fairly smooth, uniform coloration. His wingsails are the exception. They are a rich, caramel brown, almost like bronze, but without the metallic sheen. They are dappled with klah brown, and truly a lovely sight when he spreads his wings catches the sunlight. Being rather vain, he has a habit of carrying himself with his wings held just so that the sails are at least partially visible, knowing them to be his best feature.

Dragon's Personality: Porth is a loud, gregarious creature. He gives little thought to his words, always stating just what is on his mind without much caring what others may think of him for saying it. He is brave, dashing, and very loyal, willing to do whatever is necessary to help his friends. Porth is, however, rather vain, and likes to show off, especially in the presence of females. He is surprisingly ambitious for a brown, and in fact, often behaves like and feels himself completely equal to a bronze! This could cause some squabbles with higher-ranking dragons in the future, for Porth is stubborn and will likely resist their attempts to put him in his place. Yet for his faults, it can always be said that Porth is true to himself no matter what.

Dragon’s Abilities:

Strength: 17
Concentration: 10
Agility: 10
Team Coordination: 6
Creativity: 11
Allure: 12
Search/Rescue Skill: 4

[Shikai]

Character Name: Kimber

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Preference: Male

Previous Position: Harper Apprentice

Current Position: Junior Weyrling

Appearance: Kimber stands 5' 8" and has midnight black hair. Her eyes are a deep clear blue. She has an average build, not overly curvy and not pudgy either, just having the baby fat that a person retains until they go through puberty.

Personality: Kimber is easy going and out going. Being harper trained she finds it easy to make friends and get along with people in most situations. She is curious to a fault and loves to explore.

History: She was born at Harper Hall to Assistant Scribe Tiamber and Drumming Instructor Kyle. She was born a twin. Her twin sister is Emberlyn and Kimber is younger by five minutes. They have an older sister named Tabin. She became an apprentice at Harper Hall as soon as she was old enough. Her specialty was always the lute and the reed pan pipes. Her voice is a soft tenor when she does sing, but she prefers to play. She always tried to get her sister to try an insuterment since she had no desire to sing or the right voice for it, but her sister loved helping as a Scribe. When she and her sister were fifteen turns old their parents gave them both a canine puppy as a pet. She and Emberlyn were Searched together and Kimber was estactic to be going to the weyr to impress at the next hatching.

Position in Family: Twin to Emberlyn and younger by five minutes. Has an older sister Tabin who is 3 turns older.

Pets: A snowy white canine with a splotch of reddish brown along her back. The canine's name is Dazzle.

Alignment: Rebel

Dragon Name: Ferth

Dragon Appearance: Ferth is an impressive, racy looking brown, smaller than most his color, and has the striking shades of a blood bay runnerbeast. He is a rich red-brown over his back and sides, blending to golden-reddish tan beneath his belly, undersides of his tail, under his neck, his chin, and the insides of all four legs. His neck ridges and the crests on his back and tail are black, like a bay runner's mane and tail, and he all four limbs are black from the mid-joints to the claws. He has a black muzzle, shading to the rich red-brown of his handsome face, and a strange white strip down the center of his face reminiscent of a runner's blaze. His wings are golden shaded beneath and "red-bay" above, with membranes shaded darker than the rest of the wings.

He is long and narrow for a brown, with wings that are longer and sharper than most his color. His head is small for his stature, giving him a tapered appearance in flight that speaks of speed and agility rather than strength.

Dragon Personality: As impressive as Ferth's physical appearance may be, his personality is almost the exact opposite. He is as unassuming as he is racy in stature, as naive as he is striking in color. He is the sort to stand back and let others take the lead, and is averse to competition, never wanting to hurt anyone else either emotionally or physically. Ferth would be the boy at the dining hall entrance, waiting politely till all the other children passed through first, only to arrive at the table just in time to see the last bubbly pie being eaten by those who went before him.

Ferth loves deeply, and is loyal as the day is long, though his naivety may often lead him to put his loyalty into the wrong hands. If betrayed, Ferth also hurts deeply, and can spend long hours wondering "what did I do wrong?"

His tendency to love so loyally may lead him to fall emotionally for dragons of the opposite sex, and Ferth can be seen to moon over a pretty green or ... more dramatically ... a gold to the point that he is listless and distracted. His rider may often be heard to say, "Cheer up, old boy, it's not the end of the world" if the handsome brown's affections are spurned.

Ferth's depths of emotion lead him to be noble to the point that he can allow the reality of a situation to slip by him. His pride in what is just and good may lead him to see these qualities in those who may not possess them to the extent that Ferth believes them to be present.

Dragon’s Abilities:

Strength: 16
Concentration: 13
Agility: 11
Team Coordination: 8
Creativity: 10
Allure: 6
Search/Rescue Skill: 6

[Shikai]

Character Name: Aclaryn (ah-CLAIR-en)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Preference: Both

Previous Position: Lord Holder’s son

Current Position: Candidate

Appearance: Aclaryn is a tall boy, although not awkwardly so. He is one of those people whose presence is immediately noticed when he enters a room, as he seems to exude a confident, powerful aura. This is not due to any impressive physical stature, for he has a slim build, but because of his learned, practiced way of carrying himself. His hair is longer than the average and very straight, falling nearly to his shoulders. It is jet black in color, and usually smooth and glossy due to good care. He has wide, thoughtful eyes that are a vibrant jade green in color, and are very expressive, allowing him to convey his emotions and thoughts wordlessly. However, he had much difficulty learning to mask inappropriate feelings and reactions as was necessary for a Lord Holder, or someone aspiring to be one, due to this. While he has learned to be careful and better keep his thoughts to himself, one can still see them in his eyes if they know him. His skin is paler than what one would expect for a boy brought up on the Southern Continent, as he spent most of his time indoors studying and learning how to attend to the affairs of the hold, rather than outdoors doing physical labor.

Personality: On the surface, Aclaryn always seems poised and confident, carrying himself with the dignity expected from one in his position. He rarely stumbles with his words, possessing an acute mind and a quick wit to match. He is good with people, able to adapt himself as needed depending on who he is speaking to, and he has a good sense of humor. Confident as he seems, there is little Aclaryn hates more than conflict. He does his best to alleviate tension with witty remarks, and it is apparent after watching him do this again and again that he never intends to start a confrontation, however needed or necessary it may be. If there is something Aclaryn doesn’t want to do, he procrastinates and dances around the issue for as long as possible to avoid it. He often acted as a negotiator and peacekeeper when his friends at the hold got into a fight, to clear up issues as soon as possible and avoid having to take sides later. While he actively competed with Treylis to be his father’s heir, he doesn’t really enjoy the power and responsibility that comes with leadership. Rather, he simply didn’t know what he would do with his life if he was not chosen to be the next Lord Holder, as he was trained for, as Aclaryn has difficulty thinking about his future, and prefers not to. It was often said of Aclaryn by his parents that he is irresponsible, and lacking in good morals and discipline. This is due to his conflict-avoidance, as he often skirts uncomfortable tasks set to him, ignoring his problems in favor of riding runners with his friends, and that he developed a reputation for being more interested in girls than Hold politics, and sleeping around with many of them. This is undeniably true, as Aclaryn is very much a ladies’ man, and likes to flirt. He does, however, have morals, they are simply different than those his parents would have him observe, as he prefers to think for himself what is right and wrong. Commitment scares Aclaryn, as he is never quite sure what he wants from his life, and he especially fears being tied to one girl because of the inevitable conflict that would arise if he changed his mind. Aclaryn is usually polite and amiable, yet somehow aloof when he first meets people. It takes a little while before he will truly open up to someone, but once he finds them trustworthy, he can be surprisingly candid about his life, occasionally disclosing details others may not wish to know. With those he likes and trusts, he seems to have no shame, and is unworried about what they think of him.

History: Aclaryn was born to Lord Telryn and Lady Aralis of the prosperous Dawnfire Hold, on the Southern Continent. The couple already had one son, nearly two turns old, named Treylis. The boys knew from a young age that only one of them could be their father’s successor as Lord Holder, and naturally, began the rivalry of a parent’s nightmare. Rather than learning a craft, Aclaryn was brought up learning how to manage a hold. He also learned how to carry himself, act around important men and women from other holds, and the politics of holds and crafthalls. Aclaryn easily picked up the social aspects and facts about who was who, but found that while he could understand politics, he was hopeless when it came to negotiating and taking a stand for his hold. Aclaryn became frustrated, as he was unable to best his older brother in this respect, began to doubt that he could ever be chosen over Treylis, who seemed to be everything he was not.

His mother had had another child, this time a girl, nearly four years younger than Aclaryn. The girl, named Selra, had instantly become their mother’s favorite, but Aclaryn never really minded, as he felt neither reason nor desire to compete with her. Rather, he thought fondly of her, and even enjoyed doting on his little sister.

When Aclaryn was fifteen, his father was given a fire lizard clutch as a generous gift from a minor holder. He selected five of the eggs for his family, one for each person, and dispersed the rest strategically. Telryn’s was decidedly the largest, and Aralis’s the second-largest, while the other three were about the same in size. Aralis, who didn’t really care for the little creatures, gave her egg to Selra. Aclaryn couldn’t help but be suspicious that Treylis had been given a bigger egg than he, and while there was no visible difference, Treylis’s egg bore a blue while Aclaryn’s contained a green. Telryn’s was a fine bronze, and Selras’ hatched a brown and a green. Aclaryn adored his little green, for she was beautiful, without a doubt, and carried herself like a young lady holder herself, so that he often called her ‘his lady’, as she always accompanied him like one at Gathers. However, he was certain that Treylis had been given the larger egg, and was resentful of their father for this.

As the boy grew, his love of Gathers and shameless pursuit of girls became the stuff of rumors, and Telryn became displeased with his younger son’s habits in socializing. He often told Aclaryn to be more mature and responsible, but the boy simply shrugged off his father’s advice.

One Gather, however, would prove to be a fateful night in Aclaryn’s life. Traders and merchants had poured in from distant holds and crafthalls for what was one of the largest Gathers Dawnfire had seen in turns, set to span over several days. Lord Telryn’s greatest pride, an impressive array of metal-crafted blades, had been assembled in the armory, to be displayed on the final day of the Gather as a show of Dawnfire’s wealth. The first night of the Gather, Aclaryn was wandering the area around the dancing square when he caught sight of a small crowd. Curious, he moved toward it, and saw that it was actually a cluster of young men gathered around a girl who looked to be about 17 or 18, a dancer traveling with a caravan. He watched, as mesmerized as the rest of them, as she performed. She clearly had talent as a dancer, and was beautiful as well – only added to by the light of the full moon, glinting silver off her dark skin and curls. As she finished her performance, Aclaryn joined the procession following her, with the other hold lads clamoring for a dance with her at the nearby dancing square. To his surprise, she picked the fifteen-turn-old lord holder’s son out of the crowd, and, ecstatic, he shared several dances with her until they were both exhausted, and left to find a place to rest and talk.

Once they found themselves alone, he learned that her name was Liira, and he listened, enraptured, as she described her life to him, wandering with her caravan from hold to hold, stopping at Gathers wherever they could. How lucky she was! He could only dream of such freedom. Aclaryn was bound to Dawnfire and stuck in a perpetual competition with Treylis, fighting a battle he doubted he would win for a prize he wasn’t sure he wanted. To be free to wander Pern, to see all the sights it had to offer, traveling to Gather after Gather…what better life could there be? But Liira smiled sadly, shaking her head. No, it was he who was the lucky one. Constantly on the move, she could never form lasting relationships. Any friends she was able to make, she would have to bid farewell the next day, and who knew if they would ever meet again?

Aclaryn felt a connection to Liira unlike anything he had felt before, and she seemed to reciprocate his feelings. The two talked late into the night, and he opened up to her, for the first time pouring out his innermost feelings and anxieties, while she simply listened, yet there was nothing Aclaryn wanted more. Eventually they were forced to part, but resolved to meet the next day, and spend the Gather together when Liira wasn’t required to dance in hopes of winning the spare marks of the boys from the hold.

She stuck to her word, and the boy found Liira waiting for him the next morning at the appointed meeting place. However, rather than enjoy the Gather festivities, she asked if they couldn’t wander the hold instead, away from the crowds. She spent her life split between Gathers and traveling, after all, and it would be nice to simply see a hold and talk to a friend for once. Aclaryn agreed, as he had fallen quite head over heels for her, and was willing to do anything she wanted. So they wandered for hours, and their discussion turned to their future. There had to be a way for Liira to stay at the hold with him. He had known her for but a day, but it felt like so much longer. The boy was convinced that Liira was his soulmate. But it seemed that their only option was marriage, and Aclaryn knew his father wouldn’t even consider allowing his son to marry at his age. Liira, sadly accustomed to such partings, simply told him that they should make the best of their time.

Dawnfire was a remarkably prosperous hold, she remarked, as Aclaryn showed her the sights of his home. Did they have an armory? Liira claimed that she had always been somehow fascinated by blades, admiring both their beauty, and their danger. Blades? Aclaryn had never cared much for the things, but he was eager to make Liira happy. After a moment’s internal debate, for he knew his father would be enraged should he ever learn that his son had brought someone into his armory, he somewhat reluctantly led her to the large locked door. After ensuring that no one was watching, he slipped his set of hold keys from his pocket, undid the locks, and the two snuck inside. Liira’s eyes widened with wonder as she beheld the large collection, blades of all different designs and sizes neatly left in their places, awaiting their move to a more suitable display place the next day. Though he was rather uncomfortable, afraid that someone would notice them, he was nonetheless happy to please Liira. He carefully locked the doors again as they left, and resumed their wandering.

As night came, Liira had another strange request – where were Aclaryn’s chambers? As a Lord Holder’s son, certainly he had a nice room. She had never had a room of her own. He certainly wasn’t going to deny any requests she had, and took Liira to his room. It was a fairly good one, spacious, and with decent furnishings. Yet as he haphazardly pointed out what few points of interest there were, hoping to return to the Gather and perhaps join Liira in a few more dances before she left the next day, it became clear that it wasn’t Aclaryn’s furniture the girl was interested in. He was quite taken aback by her advances, at barely fifteen turns, the lad had never actually gone beyond harmless flirting with anyone before. But Liira was insistent, and wouldn’t be dissuaded by Aclaryn’s feeble protests. The act left him more confused than anything, as he simply hadn’t been ready for the barrage of strange emotions.

When he awoke the next morning, he was disappointed to find that Liira wasn’t by his side, wanting to talk to her about what had happened between them. He hastily dressed, digging through the pockets of the previous day’s pants in search of his keys, and seemed to go emotionally numb as he realized that they were nowhere to be found. No, it simply couldn’t be. Dazed, he left his room, wandering down the corridors of Dawnfire in search of Liira. The hold was in a panic, which became clearer as Aclaryn’s feet took him nearer to the armory. His worst fears were confirmed – the doors were open, not broken into, but simply unlocked, and in front of the room stood Telryn, his face contorted into an expression of barely contained, absolute rage. He turned to face Aclaryn as he heard his son approach, and his expression turned to one of contempt as a glance at the lad’s face confirmed his suspicions. Aclaryn nearly began to tremble, certain that he was about to face his father’s full fury. However, the Lord Holder quietly informed Aclaryn that the dancer he had been with could not be found, making it clear to the boy that Liira’s caravan were not mere entertainers, but thieves. He seemed to think that the betrayal was punishment enough for Aclaryn, and never spoke of the incident again.

But just as Telryn left, Treylis appeared from around the corner, no doubt busying himself with trying to help the futile search for Liira and her caravan, but stopped when he caught sight of his brother. Feeling, perhaps, that Aclaryn had gotten off too easily from his father, he proceeded to inform Aclaryn of exactly how much of an idiot he was. Aclaryn, still reeling from Liira’s treachery, was unable to so much as attempt to argue with Treylis, and he could only stand dumbly, facing the older boy as his brother hurled an onslaught of insults. Once Treylis was satisfied, he left to resume the search for the thieves, leaving Aclaryn frozen, still gaping uncomprehendingly at the empty armory.

Slowly, the numbness faded, leaving him with so many unwanted emotions that he longed for the state of shock to return. In only three days, he had found the girl he knew he was meant to be with, had his first intimate experience with someone, and been betrayed, cut to his very core. It was too much for Aclaryn to handle, but he had no one to talk to about it. Aclaryn wanted to hate Liira. She would deserve it too, after using him as she had to steal Dawnfire’s prized blades. But to his frustration, he found himself unable to. Instead, he was furious at himself and Treylis. How dare Treylis say such things to him, and at his very lowest state? As if Treylis could ever understand! He cared for no one but himself, for nothing but his ambition; he had never felt the connection with someone that Aclaryn had had with Liira. He had never been betrayed by that very person he had bared his soul to. Any lingering affection for his brother vanished that day, leaving only a cold hatred Aclaryn felt for no one else. And of course, he blamed himself as well, cursing his naïveté. How had he been so stupid, so blind to her true intentions? Yet she really had seemed genuine whenever they had spoken. Even so, he should have noticed the way her eyes lingered on the keys, watching which he used to unlock the door, noting which pocket he placed them in. She had used him, and he had never suspected that she had an alternate motive, never questioned her requests.

But life goes on, and Aclaryn somehow moved past the incident, although he was never quite the same cheerful youth he had been before. He became more introspective, and created walls to guard himself. While he eventually returned to flirting, he kept all relationships purely informal flings, shying away immediately from anything serious. His trust became more difficult to earn, and his pride was especially crushed. He rebuilt it somewhat over the years, but lost a good deal of his self-confidence, even if his manner didn’t show it. He continued to compete as actively as ever with Treylis, but out of habit and spite, as he was utterly convinced that his father would never choose him after what he had done.

Over time, he also came to realize that he was not as straight as he had thought, for he had the uncomfortable revelation at a Gather that he was just as interested in the boys as the girls. However, he knew his parents would disapprove, and decided to keep this aspect of him a secret from his parents.

His life continued without event until suddenly, years of competition came to nothing. Telryn had been among the few proud holders who would not accept all the weyr’s demands, and had begun to withhold the tithes they asked for. However, the weyr would not stand for this, and sought to make an example out of the Lord Holder. Both Treylis and Aclaryn, Telryn’s only sons, were forcibly Searched, dragged away from the hold at sword and dagger point to be candidates at the weyr.

Position in Family: Middle child, with older brother Treylis and younger sister Selra.

Pets: Green fire lizard Valera

Alignment: Loyalist
(Despite his history of being forcefully Searched, Aclaryn is conflict-avoidant, and isn't the type to join a rebellion. xD He doesn't support the weyrleaders, necessarily, but is not a part of the rebel group.)

Relation to Existing Character: Younger brother to Treylis

Dragon's Name: Atoth

Dragon Appearance: Atoth’s hide is a deep, auburn brown, rich in hue and pleasing to the eye. It coats him evenly, save for several points on his extremities where the auburn is overtaken by brighter rust brown. At the tips of his muzzle and tail, the outermost tips of his wings, and all four of his feet, the rust color is strongest, and it winds its way inward in the form of little vine-like tendrils. These wrap about his legs, although all cease before reaching his torso, and edge up over his nostrils and toward his eyes, though none stretch far enough to touch them, as the color transitions to the auburn that predominantly colors him. Two large streaks of equal length of rich, reddish rust brown also adorn his breast, intersecting so as to form a large cross. Odd though his coloration is, it is handsome in a rugged, dashing manner, unlike the beauty of a blue or green, but eye-catching nonetheless. Atoth is certainly large for a brown, although with a slim, refined build that gives him uncommon grace and ease of motion for one his color. Despite his lack of sheer noticeable, muscular bulk, he has an intimidating presence nonetheless due to his height and a natural noble, commanding air. He is well proportioned, save for his longer than average wings.

Dragon Personality: Atoth is generally a quiet, serious dragon, putting much thought into his words so that when he speaks, he is usually listened to. He is very reflective, with a better memory than many dragons that serves to make him more logical than some and very intelligent, although too many unhappy memories can begin to wear on him in ways that wouldn’t normally be something for a rider to worry about in their dragon. He is intensely devoted to those closest to him, and won’t hesitate to throw himself in harm’s way for the sake of another, although for his and his rider’s sakes, he doesn’t often act rashly. Perhaps the best word to describe Atoth is ‘noble’. Everything about him, from the way he carries himself, to the way he acts, speaks, and interacts with others suggests nobility. Honor is important to him, and he would never cheat, no matter the circumstance. Even in quarrels he is chivalric toward his enemies. Generally calm and collected, it takes a lot to truly anger Atoth to the point that he loses his cool, but when this occurs, he may act with a rashness and ferocity that surprises even his rider. Atoth is a gentleman when it comes to females, and this is the one area where he may be sadly naïve if he falls deeply for one. One poor encounter and betrayal of his trust, however, is all it will take to crush this romantic innocence, instilling in its stead an aversion to, and almost fear, of romance, although he will still behave courteously toward females he cannot avoid conversing with at the risk of being rude. Atoth can have a difficult time letting go of past wrongs, and can become too preoccupied with his own thoughts and affairs and neglect socializing, so his rider will need to push him to let go and enjoy himself now and again. Overall, Atoth is a genuinely warm-hearted and protective dragon, who would go to any lengths for those he cherishes.

Dragon's Abilities:

Strength: 15
Concentration: 11
Agility: 13
Team Coordination: 8
Creativity: 9
Allure: 8
Rescue/Search Skill: 5

[Shikai]

Name:
Kalaessran

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Preference:
Females

Previous Position:
Journeyman Healer

Current Position:
Jr. Weyrling

Appearance:
Tall, slim, Kal has dark brown eyes that are colored like red clay, a thick heavy color that is oddly endearing to his looks. They are flecked with silver, giving them an amused look constantly, stars in a dark sky. Lithe, he is long jointed everywhere, and he moves with a liquid elegance. He has jut black hair that tends to fall into his eyes as he is always forgetting to cut it, and darkly colored skin. He is very flexible, and although he doesn't look it, he has enough muscle to do a hards day labor. His nose is blade thin and he has oddly thin eyebrows for a guy. Not feminine looking, perhaps not the most masculine one around. He has straightish teeth, but his smile is crooked, lopsided as he tends to only grin from one side of his face. Perhaps you'll get the full flash of his dazzling smile, but it's like a third degree burn - suddenly there, and then it's effects are felt long after it's gone.

Personality:
Intense, profound, and powerful, even when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. He is like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. A few perceptive people may be able to pick up the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of him. In social gathering's he is pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; although he possess penetrating eyes which make some of his shyer companions feel naked and defenseless when they are turned on them.

In his everyday behavior, he gives the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know him recognize the watchfulness that is part of his character. He has to have great self-discipline, because he is able to recognize the qualities in himself that makes him different from other humans, and to know his utterly conventional nature can be used for great good, or great evil. His tenacity and willpower are immense, the depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet he is deeply sensitive and easily moved by his emotions. His sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes make him easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to himself (often when none is intended) and easily aroused to ferocious anger. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that he makes lifelong enemies by his outspokenness, for he finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom he has taken a dislike.

He has an abundant energy, and can harness it constructively, tempering his self-confidence with shrewdness and his ambition with magnanimity toward others - provided he likes them. He relates to fellow students and people only as a leader and can be blunt to those he dislikes to the point of cruelty. In fact, he is not above expressing vindictiveness in deliberate cruelty. He can be too demanding, too unforgiving of faults in others, perhaps because he is too aware of the shortcomings within himself, and extravagantly expresses his self-disgust in unreasonable resentment against his fellows. He does, however, make an excellent friend, provided that his companions do nothing to impugn the honor of which is very jealous of. Part of the negative side of the his nature is a tendency to discard friends once they cease to be useful.

His is fortunate in that his strong reasoning powers are tempered with imagination and intuition, and these gifts, together with critical perception and analytical capacity, can enable him to penetrate to profundities beyond the average. But charismatically, he can easily sink into the extremes of depravity if he takes the wrong path, and the intensity of his nature exaggerates his harmful tendencies into vices far greater than the normal.

Rebelliousness against conventions, political extremism to the point where hatred of the Establishment makes him an utterly unscrupulous terrorist. Brooding resentment, aggressive and sadistic brutality, arrogance, morbid jealousy, extreme volatility of temperament, these are some of his vices.

However, being he is smart, and tries to fight his tendency toward this nature. His inner intensity can result in the ice-cold self-control and detachment of the surgeon, the concentration of the research scientist, and the heroism of the soldier. He enjoys analyzing, investigating, researching, dealing with practicalities, and solving mysteries and puzzles, and they all appeal to him. He would have liked to be a harper, when he could have become a master of the written and spoken word. He can be a most persuasive orator and find he finds fulfillment as a diplomat.

He is a passionate young man, very sensually energetic. His feelings are intense, and while he enjoys having girls coo over him, he fears commitment, and not being good enough. He has found he is frequently like protagonists in tragic, even violent romances, and until he's ready, he doesn't want a relationship because he is afraid he would mess it up somehow..

Position in Family:
Middle child, didn't know all his siblings, doesn't care either.

History:
Father: T'ran
Mother: Kalandra

Kalaessran was born to T'ran, a Brown rider, and Kalandra, a Greenrider, who were Weyrmates. They already had a large brood, but Kalandra didn't mind carrying the child around, and the motherly lady tended to enjoy having the children and doting upon them. So she was closer than many Greenrider's to their children, often giving them treats when she visited them, and carefully monitoring their future. She enjoyed placing them each in a special trade she found that would fit for them, carefully watching over their progress and using her extensive contacts as the daughter of a major holder. She particularly found enjoyment in placing Kalaessran in as a Healer, having found his very essence refreshing, as many others did.

By 10 he was in the Healer Hall, and at 17 he walked the table to journeyman, slightly younger than others. He had gained some fame at walking a year earlier, but he took residency at the Weyr and worked under the Masterhealer. It was here that he learned of the plan to move, overhearing, and got a Brownrider to take him over as they heard about the move. It was here that Kalaessran then settled in as a Healer, expecting to be able to rise quickly to the Masterhealer. Instead, he was then grabbed by the same Brownrider, cheerfully thrust in the Canidate Barrack's, and told he was a Canidate for the next Clutch.

Pet:
Feline named Renegade, small petite, able to curl around his neck, that's generally where you can find the tabby.

Alignment:
Rebel

Dragon's Name: Helksinth

Dragon's Appearance: Helksinth's hide is much lighter than most of his fellows, for it is mostly sandy brown in colour. However, to offset this light colour, there are thin stripes of mahogany brown all along his form, resulting in a strong resemblance to a striped feline. His wing membranes and underside are also mahogany brown, though they are both streaked by sandy brown in an opposite approach to his hide. For a brown, he is quite large, and it may be that he is the dragonet who most resembles his mother, for he is rather 'pudgy'. This may only be baby fat, though, and could diminish with age and growth, though he will always be bulky rather than lithe. Other than this, he is quite well-proportioned and healthy.

Dragon's Personality: Although his appearance may resemble that of his mother, Helksinth shares little similarity with her when it comes to personality. He is, first of all, one of the steadiest dragons you will ever meet. Helksinth can always be relied on by those who know him to be a constant, reassuring presence, for it will take a lot to shake his calm. Because of this great inner strength and resilience, he will often be looked to by others as a leader. There is also an air of 'wisdom' about him, for Helksinth is quickwitted and very intelligent, though he likes to think matters through rather than make rapid decisions. His rider and friends should not underestimate Helksinth, though, for despite his collectedness in even the most hazardous situations, he will never shy away from doing what he believes is necessary. He is a fierce fighter with cool detachedness that makes him more dangerous than his hotheaded clutchmates. This may be a problem for his rider in the future, for Helksinth strongly abides by what he believes is right and wrong and may push these beliefs to the extreme. Although this will typically follow his rider's train of thought, it may not always.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 12
Concentration: 8
Agility: 14
Team Coordination: 11
Creativity: 15
Allure: 5
Rescue/Search Skill: 5

[Shikai]

Character Name: Treylis (Pronunciation: TRAY-liss)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Preference: Females

Previous Position: Lord Holder’s Son

Current Position: Candidate

Appearance: Treylis stands at 5’ 11”, tall and imposing but far from a hulking giant. He has a lean build, evidence of his active and energetic lifestyle, with broad shoulders to top it all off and add to his commanding presence. His hair is dark brown, nearly black, and is precisely trimmed to a short and conservative length. It is an obvious reflection of his personality, for his life is built around structure and regime. Treylis’s eyes are light brown with flecks of honey-yellow in them. His gaze is stern and assertive, daring any to contradict the son of a Lord Holder.

Accompanying these bold eyes are strong, hawk-like features. His nose is shaped somewhat like a beak, though it is not overly large and is not out of place in his face. He has a square jaw and a small, dark goatee. Treylis would likely be perceived as attractive if his face wasn’t so hardened by stress all of the time. When the young man does smile, it softens the shadows under his eyes and brings light to his dark façade.

Personality: Cool and collected, Treylis is the epitome of a Lord Holder’s haughty son. His quiet yet strong presence is easily noticed in a room, and his dark-haired, strapping stature only adds to this intimidating figure. Although some may mistake his manner for cold and standoffish, it is rather a result of his focus and self-control. In order to be a proper Holder, he believes that he must be reserved and unemotional, rarely allowing time for ‘happiness’ and ‘fun’.

In other words, Treylis is far too serious for his own good. Every moment of his day, be it brushing his teeth in the morning or conversing with an important member of the Hold, is given the same amount of attention to detail, which, of course, is immense. His goals are clear in his mind, and Treylis is obsessed with achieving them. He has decided upon this idealized role that he must fulfil and has fixated upon it with all of his energy. He was likely spiralling out of control back at his home Hold, losing every piece of himself in the struggle to become the ideal, and the shock that was caused by his entrance into candidacy may be the only thing to have saved him.

The one shred of his life that was allowed to be pure and untroubled was his time spent riding runnerbeasts with his siblings, for the runnerbeasts liberated him like nothing else could. Only with them did Treylis feel truly comfortable and relaxed. He never been able to relate to people as he did to runnersbeasts, likely because he had never let his guard down around people. However, with those gentle creatures, Treylis did not feel threatened nor have the need to keep up airs. After all, they were not going to be impressed if he came strutting into the stable.

The few occasions in which Treylis does lose his cool reveal truly how strong his emotions are underneath his rigid façade. He is passionate and fierce, defending his siblings, Hold, and honour. He is a fighter and hates those who do not stand up for themselves. Once he has made a decision about anything, he will fight to the death to see it through. The only thing Treylis needs most is someone to break through to him and teach him the simple pleasures of life, for his days would no longer be as bleak.

History: Treylis was born to Lord Telryn and Lady Aralis of the prosperous Dawnfire Hold, in the foothills along the western mountain chain of the Southern Continent. He was the first child of the young couple, and Telryn was extremely pleased to have secured his Holding so quickly. It turned out, however, that the Lord had had nothing to worry about, for the couple’s fertility was not an issue. Not even two Turns later, Lady Aralis bore Telryn another son. The boy, Aclaryn, was close enough to Treylis in age that the Lord Holder decided he need not restrict himself to the unpredictable eventual nature of his first son. He would raise both to lead a Hold, and when the time came, choose the one who had proved himself more capable and worthy.

This early arrival of a sibling for Treylis meant that his mother’s attention was soon diverted, resulting in the need to compete with his brother. The Lady Holder had plenty of Ladies-in-Waiting to assist her with raising the boys, but nothing could replace a mother’s love. Luckily, she did not dote overly on her newborn, so Treylis did not feel entirely abandoned.

In early childhood, the two brothers were too young to recognize the rivalry their father had placed them in, so their interactions were innocent enough. They would likely have even been termed friends in the early years, going on many a spirited adventure and prowling about the Hold. There were clashes, of course, but this was typical for two children with dominant personalities.

Life changed once again with the arrival of their sister, Selra, four Turns after Aclaryn’s birth. While Lady Aralis had ensured her attention was not diverted fully to Aclaryn at his birth, this was not the case for Selra. The Lady Holder was delighted to finally have a daughter after six Turns of only troublesome, boastful sons to contend with. She doted on little Selra above all else, dressing her up and showing her off. Although this might have been considered a rejection for the boys, they, too, grew very fond of their young sister and didn’t begrudge the attention overly.

As well, there were other matters to distract Treylis from this disgruntlement. He had reached an age at which Telryn considered him ready to begin schooling. Although the Lady Holder’s attention for her sons began to fade, the Lord Holder’s only began to bloom. Thus began the Turns of extensive education that would prepare Treylis to be the potential successor of Dawnfire Hold.

Over the next Turns, Treylis adhered untiringly to his studies, determined to learn more information and at a greater pace than his brother. What had begun as a friendly, schooling competition became a fierce rivalry as the boys aged. Treylis committed himself wholeheartedly to the education, and he never shirked in his studies. He became obsessed with Hold duties, following his father everywhere and attending all important meetings he was allowed in. Thus, it was quite upsetting for the young lad when his carefree brother scored comparably with him, as Aclaryn was off fooling around with other Hold boys most of the time.

Their personalities began to diverge drastically at this point. Gathers were an excellent opportunity for Treylis to formally introduce himself to important members of the Holding, or even of other Holds, in order to build connections and gain respect. Aclaryn, on the other hand, always had a girl hanging off of each arm with no apparent care for Hold business on such occasions. Even still, Treylis was often shocked to hear the other Lord’s mentioning their appreciation for Aclaryn’s friendly conversation, and they often joked about his wily charm. Treylis received no such compliments. Once, a drunken Lord even prodded the 16-Turn old lad and asked him why he didn’t loosen up more.

This was all highly disconcerting for a boy as serious as Treylis. Aclaryn seemed the exact opposite of him, and yet whatever his brother was doing, it seemed to work. This caused the elder brother to doubt himself almost constantly, for he was trying his hardest to be the ideal young Lord Holder, with attention to detail and focus on Hold duties, but Aclaryn was praised for his personable nature regardless of his lack of serious attitude. How could one possibly have fun and be a good leader?

The one pursuit that continued to be a source of enjoyment for the brothers to share, devoid of the stress of their competition, was riding runnerbeasts. Treylis was an avid rider, and it was only on runnerback that he truly felt free. Only then could he be himself, without fear of being judged and analyzed.

However, even this source of relaxation and bliss was soured for the boys, for one day, when out riding with Selra, her runnerbeast pitched forward and threw the 11-Turn old girl into a rocky streambed. It was the dry season, so she was at no risk of drowning, but the young girl had hit her head on the rocks and was bleeding, though not profusely. Treylis immediately leapt to her side, doing what he could to bandage the wound while hollering at his brother to go for help. Aclaryn, afraid for his sister, rode at a dangerous pace towards the Hold and ended up being thrown from the saddle himself. Luckily, the boy only twisted his ankle and was able to get home without further ordeals to send out help.

Although Aclaryn harboured resentment that he had been told to leave while Treylis got to stay with their sister, Treylis was furious at his brother for risking Selra’s life as well as his own. If he had died, after all, who would there have been to send help? This was a breaking point for the pair, for their rivalry had finally gone beyond friendly competition. Although companionable at times, the brothers no longer tolerated each other to the same degree, and numerous conflicts soon arose.

When their Father was given five fire lizard eggs, one for each of his family members, Treylis watched with hungry eyes as the Lord Holder selected an egg for each of his children. The boy couldn't help but gaze suspiciously at Aclaryn's egg, for it looked larger than his own. It was no matter to Treylis that his sister received two, nor that hers was definitely larger than either brother's. When Aclaryn's egg Hatched a green, Treylis was extremely indignant. Of course his brother would receive the green, with the ability to produce more eggs either to gain favour by doling out to minor Holders or to Impress more of the fire lizards. Still, this resentment faded quickly, for Treylis adored his blue's personality and wouldn't have traded him for a silly green, even if she was egg-producing.

Treylis was paranoid about his ability to secure the Holding, for he had worked his whole life to become Lord Holder, and he dared not think of any alternatives. Thus, when he and his brother were Searched quite forcefully (he came out with a black eye and smarting pride), his whole life seemed momentarily shattered. All of his plans, everything he had been working toward, was ruined. It left him in a state of shock that lasted for some time, but this was soon consumed by anger. He was furious at the dragonriders for tearing apart his life, and Treylis was determined to escape the Weyr to travel back to Dawnfire Hold.

Position in Family: Oldest Child of three

Pets: Blue fire lizard Panther

Alignment: Rebel

Relation to Existing Character: Older Brother to Aclaryn

Dragon’s Name: Wickhath

Dragon’s Appearance: One of the smaller browns of the Clutch, Wickhath’s hide is primarily deep amber in colour, making him one of the lightest brown dragons to Hatch. A mahogany stripe makes its way from his headknobs, down his neck, along his spine, to the tip of his tail. There are also wavy shimmers of mahogany throughout his hide to darken it enough for Wickhath to be noticeably brown. His wingsails are also mahogany, while his underside is rust-coloured. He is slender while not muscular, and his wings and legs are rather short. He will never be able to carry the large loads of other brown dragons.

Dragon’s Personality: It will become immediately evident to his rider that Wickhath is quite the ladies’ man. He is an absolute charmer, using his wit and gentlemanly nature to catch the eye of greens. Much to his rider’s disgruntlement, Wickhath may even approach training sessions as social gatherings, ideal for impressing a green or two, rather than training. However, if his rider is firm, Wickhath will turn his attention wholeheartedly to the task at hand and apply himself with zeal, for he has boundless amounts of energy. When it comes to authority, Wickhath can be rather disdainful, and may even go so far as to make others look worse in order to better himself, a reflection of his ambition. Despite his flighty nature, though, a truly remarkable green may be able to convince Wickhath to settle down. Then, he will commit himself to her as fully as he does his rider.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 5
Concentration: 15
Agility: 11
Team Coordination: 8
Creativity: 16
Allure: 7
Rescue/Search Skill: 8

[Shikai]

Character Name: Caltrain

Age: (candidates must be between the ages of 12 and 22) 19

Gender: m

Previous Position: (if applicable, what was your character’s job before becoming a candidate, dragonrider, etc.?) runnerbeast exercise boy and assistant trainer

Current Position: He hopes to be taken on as Weyr beast handler/runner herdsboy/trainer, and possibly find himself as a potential candidate.

Appearance: (include height, eye colour, hair colour, etc.) Appears to be about 5'3”, but it's because he stands stooped to one side ... Caltrain would be almost three inches taller if he were able to stand upright. A virus-caused fever during his mother's late pregnancy caused complications with the fetus, and Caltrain was born with one leg shorter than the other, and has been sickly much of his life. He has shining burnt sienna eyes flecked with amber ... but there is a haunting quality about those eyes that makes people uncomfortable. They are sharp and piercing, as if they see through any masks people wear. His hair is wavy and untamable, sandy-blonde with streaked highlights from being in the sun and he wears it long enough to just brush his collar – that is when it's not blowing all over. He would almost be attractive, but for the fact that his nose has been broken a few times under the fists of village bullies. For the same reason, when he smiles, though his smile is bright, there is a gap in his upper teeth off to the right side where one was knocked out. He is narrowly built, though with a strength that belies his slight frame – a fact which made him valuable as a runnerbeast assistant.

Personality: (is your character protective, easy-going, fun-loving, solemn, what?) Caltrain is quick-minded and wary. He trusts very few people due to experiences which have taught him to be this way. He never strikes first, however, and cautiously gives people a chance to show him whether they are fair or foul. Sadly, due to his deformities and size, he's run up against more than his share of the foul. He remains quiet, watchful, until he gets to know people, and usually sits back and observes when in a crowd. If the crowd joins in the singing, however, Caltrain's clear tenor voice can be heard rising above those near him, a fact which often startles listeners, who whisper, “I didn't know Runnerboy could sing!”

History: (include parents’ names and ‘jobs’, character’s location growing up, exciting or dreadful events that occurred to your character that aided in shaping their personality, etc.) Caltrain was born to a blacksmith, Goran, and his wife Lucil, in a plains-edge village a half day's dragonflight from the Weyr island. Born stunted and twisted, it was thought the boy child would die, but he had an inner strength that sustained him. He grew, though not well, and he did not exactly thrive, but he was just too determined a spirit to give place to death. He began his life a weakling with a handicap, which made him the brunt of bullies in his village.

Unable to run from his tormentors, Caltrain learned at a very early age to ride, earning the respect of the local runner breeders, and was apprenticed at a very young age to a prominent race beast trainer, Pornel, several days hard jog from the coast. Barely eight years old when he started exercise riding, Caltrain quickly earned the nickname “Runnerboy”. He was fairly happy in his young life till his mentor, Pornel, was killed in a track accident. The man hired to take his place had four large sons who took a quick dislike to the “crippled Runnerboy” and tormented him day and night. The fact that their father still saw the boy's value as a rider angered them further, and their teasing became vengeance.

After several years of their torment, Caltrain had had enough, and, fearing for his life, ran from the beasthold, took temporary work aboard a small fishing vessel, and eventually found himself at the gates of Araelen Weyr, hopeful of finding a position among the herds, and where he could watch the comings and goings of every young Pernese' dream-beasts, the practically mythical dragons.

Position in Family: (oldest child, youngest; if creating an important figure which requires application in the Special Requests section, leave this flexible [don’t force only child unless granted request]) Caltrain was the middle child of three, with an older and a younger sister. Though his mother loved him, his sire was always disappointed in his deformities, and was somewhat relieved for the opportunity to apprentice him out to ride runners as a young child. Caltrain doesn't blame his father, though, for isn't it ever man's dream to sire strong sons?

Dragon Name: Rhobith

Dragon Appearance: Despite the relatively small size of his egg, Rhobith is a big brown. With his large, muscular build and vibrant coloration, Rhobith certainly won’t blend into any crowds. While his base color is a normal enough rich, pleasant sepia, it is accented with streaks of bright, shimmering amber-gold that run all along his form. This beautiful shade also covers his headknobs and tail tip, as well as the trailing edges of his wings. Rhobith is handsome and seems to know it well, carrying himself with pride and choosing sunning spots that place him within sight of the greens he so enjoys courting.

Dragon Personality: Rhobith is a very self-confident dragon, and possesses an unshakable optimism that he can get himself out of any trouble he may find himself in. Due to his witty nature and the fact that he has complete confidence in his actions and throws himself decisively into whatever he chooses, this is usually true. Rhobith has a moral code that some would call unconventional, and he sticks rigidly to his beliefs, living by them no matter the commotion his actions will cause. He a social dragon, and enjoys socializing with greens in particular, as he is certainly a flirt. While Rhobith will almost certainly be unpopular with the bronzes, who may resent his occasional challenge to their superiority (although, as with all dragons, he will never defy an order from a queen), those who can see past his extraordinary confidence will find a loyal, caring friend, who is quite willing to do anything he can to help those who need it.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 16
Concentration: 9
Agility: 14
Team Coordination: 9
Creativity: 6
Allure: 11
Rescue/Search Skill: 5