Sr. Weyrlings - Blue

[Shikai]

Sr. Weyrlings - Blue

E'din and Harkth
K'mar and Raouth
L'rel and Cantrionth
Cilnah and Basyth
Kyeidahel and Jeklyth
Iraink and Silvrith
Aylana and Aladath

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[Shikai]

Character Name: E'din

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Preference: Males

Previous Position: Apprentice Beastcrafter

Current Position: Junior Weyrling

Appearance: Eddin is big. He’s six foot two, maybe six foot three in good boots. And he’s not a thin little slip of a man, either. Lots of exercise combined with a healthy appetite have given him a thick, solid build that most people who think twice about before crossing. It’s not that he looks intimidating; his hair is mousy brown, as are his eyes which are surrounded by a few premature fine lines, free gifts from Rukbat’s unforgiving gaze. He’s tanned to leather, his skin weather-roughened and chapped. Even though he’s been at the Weyr for awhile now, he still looks like he could have stepped out of the harsh seasons a candlemark ago. He’s just… big. And when you’re big, you don’t NEED to look intimidating.

Personality: Eddin is friendly, but also a little… bossy, to be honest. He doesn’t mean to be, but Turns of having to care for younger siblings had left him with a nagging sense of responsibility for others that didn’t go away when he left home. If he sees something that needs doing, he tries to do it, even if he doesn’t know how. And he’ll probably resent whoever left it out there in the first place, even though they never told him to try to fix it.

He is, perhaps, not the brightest person you could encounter. He is not sly or crafty, and had he been left on his own, he would have been a complete Follower, not Leader. The habitual responsibility has reached a truce with that, however; Eddin is passive-aggressive and not confrontational. He resents being treated as though he were a dimglow. If he were more or less intelligent, he would be fine. Unfortunately, he rides the bubble, bright enough to realize there are things going on that he doesn’t understand, and bright enough to envy those who are quick of tongue and thought, but, in the end, too stupid to do more than envy. It is not really as bad as it sounds; he can be- if not exactly happy- content, at least, with that. So long as no one makes a show of getting the better of him.

Eddin is not bubbly, and often self-conscious, but he is not a wall-flower. He likes to get out and do things; his bulk helps with most sports, and he enjoys games of all sorts, provided they are ones he can play. Outdoorsman to the core, keeping him inside, away from the sun and the wind, is something akin to torture.

History: Eddin was raised to take care of his family. Even when he became an Apprentice in Beastcrafting, he purposely showed more interest in the herding and protecting aspects, rather than the breeding and cultivating aspects, so he could work near the cothold where his family lived. He watched his younger siblings… and if he failed, there were consequences.
His father never beat him. Eruin never beat ANY of his children. But failure did carry consequences, and Eddin got his share of whuppins. He took them same as anyone else and got over it. It really was a powerful motivator to do better next time.
Eddin was held back in his advancement not by laziness or dislike for his profession but by a poor memory; while he retained the information needed to do his job well, nerves at testing time always blocked it out, and for Turns he remained an Apprentice while others he knew were advanced. He tried not to let it bother him, of course. He tried not to notice at all.
If all goes well, Eddin will never learn if he was doomed to be an Apprentice all his life. He was Searched; dim, goodhearted, herdbeast-breeder Eddin might become a dragonrider! It was almost too much to imagine! Now he applies himself to being a Candidate with the same single-minded intensity he applied to Beastcrafting, and awaits a Hatching.

Position in Family: Oldest Child

Pets: He had favorite herdbeasts, but he left them all behind. Now he’s got none.

Alignment: He’s a loyalist basically by default. A charismatic leader could sway him, but he isn’t exactly the most important conversion personality.

Dragon Name: Harkth

Dragon Appearance: Although this dragon is on the smaller side for his colour, Harkth will not be outshone by his larger siblings. His hide is a deep royal blue that is quite uniform from head to tail, except for the electric blue sparks that are speckled all over his form. They are especially concentrated around his snout, giving the dragon the nearest appearance of freckles that any dragon has yet Hatched with. These lighter specks will give his hide a shimmering quality when he flies, as if tiny rays of light are dancing all over his form. Harkth's wing sails are also this lighter, electric blue and are made especially visible due to their surprising length. Although this over-large wings may cause some difficulty when he first learns to fly, they should also provide him with great agility once he masters them.

Dragon Personality: Even for a blue, Harkth is considered quiet. This may easily be mistaken for shyness, but this dragon is far from shy. He merely prefers a calm and considerate approach to life rather than an overenthusiastic and fiery one. This isn't to say that there is no fire in this dragon at all, though, for Harkth has a surprisingly rebellious streak in him. This may manifest itself in subtle pranks or quick wit and may even result in Harkth chafing at authority. However, this blue is easily charmed, so a strong leader will win him over well, although he might also be an easy victim for a conniving green's ploys. When it comes to his rider, Harkth is extremely devoted as well as protective, and his true spirit will show best when defending His. Thus, despite the occasional glimmer of anxiety, this blue is determined and strong.

Dragon’s Abilities:

Strength: 4
Concentration: 8
Agility: 17
Team Coordination: 10
Creativity: 6
Allure: 13
Search/Rescue Skill: 12

[Shikai]

Character Name: K'mar

Age: 18 and 3 Minutes

Gender: Male

Preference: Both

Previous Position: Son of a Minor Holder, Journeyman Harper

Current Position: Junior Weyrling

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: Kanamar is one of the most stable and (mostly) serious person you will ever have the fortune(good or bad) to meet. This independent, rocklike character has many sterling qualities. He is normally confident, strong willed and calm. Hardworking, unemotional, shrewd, practical, responsible, persevering, and cautious, he takes it to the extreme, and is capable of persisting for as long as is necessary to accomplish a goal he has set for himself. He is the major finisher of most projects started by his more 'pioneering' brother; with firm stick-to-it-ness he is very much so the backbone of his sibling.

Kanamar makes of himself, resourceful, determined; setting high standards for himself and others. He strives always for honesty in his criticism of self, and he respects discipline from above and demands it from those beneath him. In his methodical, tough, stubborn, unyielding way, he persists against personal hardship, putting his family and his work before his own needs and welfare to reach his objectives long after others have given up and fallen by the wayside. In fact when practical ability allied with the drive of ambition are required, Kanamar is the person to speak to. He plans carefully to fulfill his ambitions, he is economical without meanness, and able to achieve great results with minimum effort and expense. Because of his organizing ability he is able to work on several projects simultaneously.

He has a great respect for authority but may not, if he reaches a high rank, be willing to listen to other opinions on things he is directly responsible for. As the ranking authority figure in a given situation, he expects his underlings to be as self disciplined as he himself is, and to perform every task undertaken to the highest standard.

Kanamar is, nevertheless, fair as well as demanding. Among his equals he is not always the most pleasant of work fellows for he is reserved and too conservative, valuing tradition in some aspects more than innovation, however valuable the latter, and he is often humorless. There is also a tendency to pessimism, melancholy and even unhappiness which he is not always unable to keep to himself, especially if he fails personally. In the extreme this trait can make him a very depressed individual; ecstatic happiness alternating with the most wretched kind of misery which is so subconsciously buried that he can only stay in his room and try to breathe. For the above reason, this capable man spends many hours in meditation, gathering the strength to control such inner emotions.

The swings in mood are not the only reason some enjoy labeling Kanamar as capricious. He can be surprisingly and suddenly witty and subtle for the quiet, reserved individual he seems to be, and he also has a tendency to ruin things by unexpected and utterly irresponsible bouts of flippancy. The temptation to do this is resisted with iron self-control. Another unexpected quality in him is an interest in the occult which persists in spite of his naturally skeptical turn of mind.

His intellects is sometimes very subtle. He thinks profoundly and deeply, throughly exploring all possibilities before deciding on a 'safe' alternative. He has a good memory and an insatiable yet methodical desire for knowledge. Kanamar is rational, logical and clearheaded, have good concentration, delight in debate in which he can show off his cleverness by luring his adversaries into traps and confounding them with logic.

In personal relationships he is often ill-at-ease, if not downright unhappy. He is somewhat self-centered but not excessively so, wary and cautious around people he does not know very well, preferring not to meddle with others and in turn not to allow interference with himself, thus he tends to attract people who do not understand him. Casual acquaintances he treats with diplomacy, tact and, above all, reticence. He makes few good friends but is intensely loyal to those he does make, and he can become a bitter and powerful enemy. Kanamar dislikes the opposite sex and tests the waters of affection gingerly before judging the temperature right for a relationship at all. Once in one, however, he is faithful, though inclined to jealousy.

His occupation choice as a Harper was chosen because he was always strongly attracted to music. He excels as a bureaucrat, especially where projects demanding long-term planning and working are concerned, and his skill in debate and love of dialectic makes him good in the subtle politics around Pern. He is an excellent teacher, and enjoys having the authority to manage and organize without too much intimacy with staff members. He is talented with his hands, and the wit that is rare to come out makes it easy to make people laugh.

He has a fear of Healer's, known for actually violently fighting not to go, although he is never like this any other time. A hemophiliac, this is not a good thing.

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 Name: Raouth

Dragon Appearance: The first thing that any onlooker will notice about Raouth is the striking contrast between the colouring of his head and the rest of his body. It looks as if, soon after Hatching, this dragon dipped his entire head into a bucket of midnight blue paint, which then ran in streaks down his neck and forever darkened his otherwise azure hide. This isn't the case, of course, for those present at his Hatching saw that the blue Hatched this way: body a vibrant azure, head a midnight blue, and streaks of midnight blue melding into azure as the transition is made on his neck. His wing sails are primarily azure though with a streak or two of midnight blue. This unique colouring is merely emphasized by his well-muscled, large build, ensuring that he will never fade into the background.

Dragon Personality: Although not bold and outspoken, Raouth is a noble and courageous blue. He believes strongly in the importance of honour, and a challenge to that honour will bring out the fire in him. This is reflected in his struggle with insecurity over his low rank, for he fears losing respect in the eyes of his superiors (namely bronzes and browns). These aspects of his personality have combined to make Raouth a more seclusive dragon than most, and it may require some effort on his rider's part to bring him to life in a crowd. Raouth is also an old-fashioned romantic at heart, for he believes that partners should be weyrmates for life. He may become quite infatuated with a green who meets his standards at some point in life, and any rejection may then leave him extremely depressed. Another characteristic his rider must be careful to watch out for is Raouth's tendency to behave rashly when he is unhappy, but a loving thought may be all it needs to restore the blue's happiness. Other than situations in which Raouth feels he has been insulted or rejected, he is an overall sweet and caring dragon, enjoying adventure and fun.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 9
Concentration: 8
Agility: 9
Team Coordination: 6
Creativity: 12
Allure: 12
Rescue/Search Skill: 14

[Shikai]

Character Name: L'rel

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Preference: He's flexible. ;3

Previous Position: N/A

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance: Laerel is on the tall side of normal, though his build is scarecrowesque. His hight and boniness have led to the nickname beanstalk, though he resents it. Laerel's hair is a deep chocolate brown, oft mistaken for black. He wears it long, reaching about middle of his back. Generally he ties it back at the nape of his neck, though it is not unheard of for him to wear it loose. His eyes are matching in tone, though not color. The dusky-colored eyes are a very deep green, and Laerel thinks of them as his best attribute. The boy wears generally light colors, but if he's in a foul mood, you'd be more likely to find him in all black.

Personality: The candidate is, in a word, reserved. He has a calm exterior and a calm interior. He's fiercely loyal to those he respects and shy around strangers. If you have the good luck to be one of his closest friends, you'll see that the normally stoic candidate is actually very emotional, just incredibally shy. If he does feel the need to speak up about something, he will, shyness be damned. Generally, he doesn't like to ask anyone for help, so if he's stressed, he's more liable to be snippy rather than adit he can't do everything. At the minor hold he grew up in, he was locally famous for being most likely to be a warder or somesuch one day.

History: When Laerel was very young, his mother took him aside and told him that his daddy had been a bronzerider, and that's why he was never around- he was busy leading all those other dragons around! This was a lie. Laerel didn't know it at the time, though, and it had already started the ball rolling for his grudge against the metallic king dragons. Who were they, thinking they were so important that they could ignore their own son? Laerel was, to say the least, irritated.

He was almost thirteen before he found out the truth, that in fact his mother didn't know who his father was. Once upon a gather, they met and never saw eachother again. But the fact that he hadn't been a bronzerider didn't stop Laerel- by now, he had a whole slew of reasons for his grudge, most of them minor, but still. Around then, Laerel realised that it was much easier for him to persuade others to his causes f they respected them. His reservation was a habit by that, and he rarely venturesd past small talk with any of his so-called friends. His isolation caused him to become slightly desperate for companionship, and he leapt at the chance to become a dragonrider nearly two years later.

Laerel was chafing at the senior weyrwoman's rule for a long while before he heard any rumours. The dragonriders were to be respected and looked up to, not ignored like they were anachronisms. ( Save the bronzes, of course. In Laerel's opinion, bronzes were too arrogant to be useful. ) So when he heard about what Sitareh planned to do, he happily jumped on board. He holds the woman in high regard, and wouldn't dream of opposing her.

Position in Family: Only child that he knows of, though he could have a few half-siblings scattered about.

Pets: N/A

Alignment: Loyalist

Relation to Existing Character: N/A

Dragon Name: Cantrionth

Dragon Appearance: This dragon is a deep, dark, rich blue, which shades almost to black on his undersides, the undersides of his wings, and the insides of all four legs. He is lightly speckled with a paler blue that is so pale it’s almost white. Over most of his body, the speckles are few and far between, but along his neck ridges, between his wings, the center of his back, and all along the crest of his tail the pale speckles thicken like stars in a galaxy cluster. His wing membranes also have a thicker cluster of specks, giving Cantrionth a startling appearance.

He is stocky for a blue, solid, though not overly large ... in fact he may be on the small side of average for his color. However, his solid appearance gives the look of strength, and he has unusually long wings and tail for the rest of his frame. Therefore, though at first glance Cantrionth may not appear as agile as some other blues, he will surprise you in flight.

Dragon Personality: Cantrionth values hard work and common sense, knowing that if he tries hard enough, he can achieve anything. Therefore, he has a sensible optimism that looks toward the future with great hope. However, he will not stoop to stepping on others to achieve his goals, and is quite humble in the presence of others. He deeply respects his superiors, but not at the expense of his own sense of confidence and pride. He sees nothing belittling in letting another go first, but at the same time is firm enough to not allow himself to be pushed about ... or his rider. Cantrionth will approach new things, or strange things, with a sense of caution – but it’s not that he’s afraid. He just has the sense to evaluate a situation before jumping in. Some may mistake his hesitation for what it is not, but Cantrionth is quietly bold and confident, and usually in control.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 8
Concentration: 9
Agility: 15
Team Coordination: 7
Creativity: 5
Allure: 16
Rescue/Search Skill: 10

[Shikai]

Character Name:
Cilnah

Age:
Nineteen

Gender:
Female

Preference:
Both, with a tendency towards Males

Previous Position:
A Weyrbrat 'babysitter', and sometimes a kitchen helper.

Current Position:
Jr. Weyrling

Appearance:
Standing at nearly six foot makes Cilnah stand out from the crowd a bit, but that isn't the only thing about her that's fascinating. She has hair the deepest shade of black that, when the light catches it just right, appears to be a midnight blue. Though the tresses reach almost her hip when it's wet, it has a slight wave to it, so that when it's dry it hangs down only to her waist. Dark, playful, emerald green eyes peek out from behind loose strands of her unruly hair, matching nicely from her olive-tone skin. Her physique is shaped mainly by her day-to-day life, making her look graceful, yet with a hidden power waiting just under the surface. One notable feature about her is a scar like blotch about the size of a toddler's palm, just under her jaw line below her left ear, which stands out considerably as white against tan.

Personality:
Though this girl's mood is liable to change at any second, it's a general good bet to think that she's pleasant. As a general rule, she tries to find something humorous about every aspect of life, and if she can't find one, she'll just make something up instead! Cilnah loves to hear people laugh, and this is the reason she's the 'babysitter' of the Weyr. She adores children of all ages, though she could do without some of the smaller ones, and she's over protective of them to the extreme. Especially when it comes to her own brothers. If there's ever any threat to her friends, family, or children, Cilnah will be right there to defend, no matter what it takes. She's been known to take things a little to seriously, and can be nit-picky when it comes right down to it. If there's ever a job that needs to be done that one can do yourself, giving it to this girl is the next best thing. She'll make sure it's done the best that it can be. But be careful if you find fault in her work, because she can be easily offended about certain things, and isn't one to forgive for a long, long while. She talkative, and extremely polite most of the time, though she can have a sharp tongue on the rare occasion that she's truly angry.

History:
Mother: Kinal - Cook
Father: Solte - Cleaner
Siblings:
-N'yrl - Male - Eighteen turns -Blue Rider
-Kinte- Male - Eleven turns

From the time she was old enough to understand, Cilnah has been in love with dragons. Her first memories are those of scales glittering brightly in the sky, unhindered by earth or sea. For many long hours when she was just beginning to comprehend the world she lived in, the girl would sit and watch the weyrlings and their dragons, imagining the time when she, too, would stand out on the warm sands of the Hatching grounds. In her mind was everything, from the way she would act, to the color of her dragon, a brilliant, sapphire blue that would match the ocean in it's depth. Even when she became old enough to start actively participating in the daily life of the Weyr, her heart and mind were always with the dragons. Until the day her youngest brother was born.

Age eight is not when one usually thinks of a little girl becoming a mother, but that was when it happened to Cilnah, in her own right. But maybe the word 'mother' isn't correct. Care-giver, guardian... These fit her role better. As with all people who live in the lower levels of an active dragon hold, there is an endless amount to be done, and the day she found her fondness for children was no less so. Actually, it was more busy than ever, for there was to be a celebration that day, and the Weyrwoman had demanded everything be spotless and pristine. What, exactly, the activities were for, Cilnah couldn't remember anymore. It wasn't an important detail. Both Kinal and Solte were needed to help with the preparations. No able-bodied worker could be spared, even the mother of a two month old baby.

At first, the small girl had been rather put out about her mother asking... No, telling her to keep an eye on her younger brothers. After all, they weren't here responsibility. But, being a girl who wanted something, she grudgingly agreed, smirking at the hasty bribe her mother had tossed at her if she did a good job. Needless to say, she did her job well, and got the small doll she had been promised the next time traders came to the Weyr. After that first day, Cilnah found herself more and more in her brothers company. A few weeks later, when Kinal looked particularly hagard from Kinte's persistant crying, she even offered to watch the boys while she went and relaxed for a bit.

Though suspicious, her mother accepted, wondering what Cilnah wanted. As these offers became more frequent however, it became apparent that the girl had truly enjoyed her time with the children, and Kinal began to suggest she offer her services to other mothers who she knew could use a break from their own duties, as all mother do from time to time. It wasn't long after that when Cilnah became the unofficial 'babysitter' for the lower caverns, sometimes looking after a group of over twenty boys and girls while their parents were busy.

The day she turned twelve, Cilnah, like all others, became eligible to Impress on the hatching fields. But, as luck would have it, she fell ill on the during the only hatching that year, and was unable to stand before the dragonets. Though thoroughly disappointed, she understood that sometimes circumstances can not be changed, and she took the blow with as much poise as possible. The next turn, her brother Nadyrl also turned twelve, and she was excited to have the opportunity to stand with her brother. And so she waited, nearly a full turn she waited, looking after the children of the Weyr, until finally the Weyrwoman's gold dragon took to the skies, and a clutch was laid out on the warm sands.

But in the midst of a terrible storm, the dragon's humming started, sounding the call for the hatching about to begin. A mixture of fear and awe flowed through her body as both she and Nadyrl hastened to pull on their white robes and sandals. Kinal, though worried about letting them venture out in such a tremendous gale, watched as they bounded out with a few of the others that were hoping to Impress that day. Unfortunately, luck was once more against Cilnah, for while she was standing in the small semi-circle, she was struck by a large piece of hail just under her left ear. She collapsed there on the sands, the last thing she remembered as her eyes closed a beautiful blue dragon shattering his egg, his head held high even in this most terrifying of weather.

Three days later, she awoke in her own bed, nestled comfortably next to her favorite doll, one which she had possessed since she was eight, and watched over by a worry-ridden family. A warm lump at her back revealed itself to be her youngest brother, curled tightly in a ball, sleeping at the small of her back. At the age of five, he wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew it was serious. At her other side was Nadyrl, watching her with eyes that matched her own. They spoke for a few minutes, and she was surprised to find that the blue that was her last memory was now bonded to her beloved little brother. It took a moment for her to squash the pang of jealousy that sprang up in her, but from that moment on, she was a proud sister to the Dragonrider.

Her mother, on the other hand, refused to be put through the anguish she had been waiting at her daughter's bedside for three days, hoping she would wake up. Cilnah was forbidden to attend any more Hatchings, at least as a Candidate. For weeks, on into months, nearly half a turn mother and daughter fought, the battle so passionate that some who witnessed it later described it as harrowing as fighting a Thread fall. But in the end, Kinal won out, breaking the strong relationship she had with her oldest child. From that moment on, for nearly another turn, the bond that had kept the two close was broken.

However, slowly, Cilnah began to understand her mother's feelings, and the two repaired their relationship, much to the happiness of the rest of the family. It has remained as such, for many turns, until her brother came home one day, a serious look on his face. Asking for a private audience with his parents, N'yrl sat with them behind a closed door for the better part of a day. As the time came for the evening meal, the three of them reappeared, with a startling announcement.Kinal had agreed to give Cilnah a chance to stand on the Hatching sands. She had one last attempt to Impress a dragon of her own, and become bonded to one of the creatures she had so long admired. There was only one catch. In order to do so, she would have to leave behind everything she'd known, everything that was familiar to her, and travel into the unknown future on the back of her brother's dragon. With only a moment's hesitation, Cilnah agreed.

Position in Family:
Oldest of the three siblings.

Pets:
A small, fiesty canine named Tepo, who comes up to about mid-calf. He is a dapple, with dark gray fur marred by black, white, and silver spots of varying sizes.

Alignment:
Undecided

Dragon’s Name: Basyth

Dragon’s Appearance: As far as size is concerned, Basyth fits squarely in the ‘average’ category. He has a tapered, refined head with long, prominent headknobs, which gives his face a noble, elegant appearance. It is difficult to find flaw with his proportions, although the especially picky might claim that his tail is too long for him. Basyth’s hide is predominately a pure, unassuming sky blue, although it is marked, interestingly, by faint, sporadic speckles of a dark, almost purple hue! When Basyth lifts his wings, onlookers are in for a surprise! The purple-blue color also paints his wingsails, but it is offset by bursts of near-white blue, reminiscent of a starry night sky. In contrast, those with a vantage point such that they can see the tops of his wings will notice that they are devoid of any purplish speckles, instead marked by wisps of whitish blue. Basyth seems to be a walking work of art, a blue whose wings have been painted to resemble the night sky below, and the daytime sky above.

Dragon’s Personality: Basyth is a shy, timid blue who very much wants to be liked and appreciated, but tends to have difficulty communicating with others. Part of this is because he simply thinks differently than others, as he is very artistic, and far more imaginative than the average dragon, which can be a good thing for creativity tournaments, but a bad thing when he gets carried away. Basyth is far better at seeing the good in others rather than the bad, but as such can be unrealistic in his expectations of them, and too naïve to see that they may not be as trustworthy as he believes. He is very given to idolizing those he likes, and can perhaps be too forgiving of their mistakes and flaws when he can no longer ignore them. Basyth is very hard working, but he can become too fixated on something, be it a task, a love interest, or whatever happens to catch his fancy. All in all, it is difficult to find a more loving, good-hearted dragon than Basyth, even if his rider will have to keep an eye on him and push him out of his comfort zone to improve his social skills now and again.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 8
Concentration: 4
Agility: 12
Team Coordination: 7
Creativity: 10
Allure: 12
Rescue/Search Skill: 17

[Shikai]

Character Name: Kyeidahel (Kie-ah-dell)

Nicknames: Ky (Kie), Hel (hell)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Preference: Both

Previous Position: Runnerbeast Handler

Current Position: Candidate

Appearance:
Tall, slender, tanned skin. His hair is choppy and short, light brown with natural blonde highlights. His face is startlingly clear, and his skin his smooth, for the most part. He has long legs, strong arms; when he's wearing a short-sleeved shirt you can see the muscles on his arms. But that's mostly from handling runnerbeasts. He has a firm posture, his back is normally straight when he walks.

His eyes are probably the most peculiar about him. Depending on his mood, on his day, they change color. From icey blue to mellow, deep green, they are large, round, and very fierce in their own way. They fit him well, too. Because of his changing eyes, he wears normal, standard clothes of a runnerbeast handler. Slightly worn out pants, normally shorts, and a t-shirt. He emits an air of laid-back-ness most of the time, and taught, self-conflict and anger the next.

Personality:
Because of his history, Kyeidahel has a split personality. Literally. His nicer personality, Ky, who's leaning more on the gay side, is easy going, loving, gentle, kind. He loves friends, loves people, loves animals. He's an outdoorsy person who loves swimming and riding. Ky, who could never really hurt another person (though certainly not a pessimist) is a guy who values people's opinions to the core and hates being hated. He wants to be accepted for who he really is, but he's also slightly afraid of people hating him for who he really is. So he acts normal and sees what will happen. Ky owns the mellow, deep dark green eyes.

His darker, more turmoiled personality would be Hel. They go by separate names, or rather nicknames, because they prefer one or the other. Some can tell why Hel chose his nick name. Hel is a broody, angry guy. Owning the icy blue eyes, they burn with an icy flame underneath. He's fierce, prominent, bold, and knows what he wants. He obeys higher ranks with reference, surprisingly enough, because he wants to learn how to be higher ranked just like them. He's normally locked away by Ky, even though Ky's not much of a fighter, and always murmurs horrors and discrepancies in his ear. When Hel's around, he's normally seen off riding, or in the jungle by himself...mostly by himself.

History:
Kyeidahel came from a runnerbeast crafthall. His mother died from a high fever when he was younger, so he was taken care of by his father. He had one friend, a girl a year younger than him that was just as good at handling runnerbeasts as he was. His father knew from the start that his son like girls and guys, because one time he had a girlfriend; the other time, he had a boyfriend. Thinking that it was outlandish, his father started yelling at Kyeidahel every time he caught him with another guy. Or even when he wasn’t. Kyeidahel and his father’s relationship deteriorated until it was only a hateful connection between father and son.

One instance, when he was fourteen, a new stablehand was becoming a nuiscance. He tried to approach runnerbeasts that bucked when he approached. Kyeidahel was tending to one of said runnerbeasts when suddenly the stablehand jumped out of the shadows yelling “boo!”. The runnerbeast reared back and hit Kyeidahel sharply in the head. After being unconscious for a while and being kept at home for a few weeks, the healers knew something was damaged by the kick and that Kyeidahel wouldn't be the same way again. His father thought that perhaps is son would go straight. When Kyeidahel finally got out, he felt himself torn in two. That was how Ky and Hel became from one. For the next three years, his father slowly learned of this new split personality and realized that his son was still...not straight. Hating his son even more, he disowned him when he was sixteen. Startled, Ky, the much calmer, nicer guy, lived with his friend for a while, still attending to the runnerbeasts. But after only a year, he was searched and brought to Araelen weyr.

Position in Family:
Only Child

Pets: None

Alignment: Loyalist

Dragon’s Name: Jeklyth

Dragon’s Appearance: If one were to catch sight Jeklyth, in passing, perhaps, from the left side, they would see a generally unremarkable navy blue dragon, with lighter, sky blue wingsails dotted occasionally with splotches of the navy blue, and a large stripe of the same sky blue under his eye. Someone passing Jeklyth on the right, on the other hand, would argue that the pattern was reversed – it was a sky blue dragon with navy-colored wingsails! From the front view, however, all becomes clear – Jeklyth is split perfectly in half, his right side navy blue and his left side sky blue. Aside from this bizarre coloration, he is fairly normal, possessing a thin, lean build with slightly long legs, making him taller and thus giving him the appearance of being bigger than he is.

Dragon’s Personality: Jeklyth is undeniably a conflicted dragon. He tries to be good, but often has trouble avoiding evil behavior because he has difficulty recognizing it! Indeed, Jeklyth faces constant struggle in figuring out what is good and what is evil. At times, he can be perfectly noble, behaving like a true gentleman, and loved by all. At his best he is unselfish, giving whatever he can for others, and dedicates himself to whatever tasks are set before him. Yet he can change without warning, becoming malicious, self-centered, and having no regard for others (aside from his rider). Jeklyth is usually intelligent and a logical, methodical thinker, but at his worst he can seem to abandon all reason. His behavior tends to be black and white, with precious little gray area. Fortunately, he is good more often than not, although none can tell what triggers his bad side to emerge.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 4
Concentration: 5
Agility: 14
Team Coordination: 11
Creativity: 9
Allure: 17
Rescue/Search Skill: 10

[Shikai]

Character Name: I'nk

Age: 15

Gender: male

Preference: he's way too paranoid to be having a preference. Having shown no interest, no one knows what it is.

Previous Position: resident nut job hold brat

Current Position: Jr. Weyrling

Appearance: Iraink has ink black hair that always stays perfectly straight. He generally lets it hang down and sweep across his face so that it covers one eye. He keeps it just short of shoulder-length to keep some semblance of masculinity about him. It isn't particularly thick, which is an advantage because of the way he prefers it cut, although he is aware that it will end up all falling out before he turns forty. You will almost always see him brushing it (despite the fact that there's never a hair out of place) or stroking it fondly and smiling. Some will even swear he talks to it. As far as facial hair goes, he has none. No five o'clock shadows for him. Hair-wise, he is almost prepubescent. Sidhka once suggested to him that it was because of the beatings the thread droppers at home had given him to try to brainwash him. In any case, the only hair on his body is the hair on the top of his head. Despite that, his eyebrows are quite thick and as dark as the hair on mop on top. His eyelashes, however, are a different story. Practically nonexistent, they tend to clump together of their own accord.

His eyes are a shade of blue so striking that at first, people will swear that they're not really that color. They're kind of eerie in that even if he's not looking at you, it feels like he is. When doesn't have one covered, they carry the illusion that they are each doing different things because of the lazy eye that never got fixed. His pupils are very large, and they add an inquisitive look to almost everything he does. They also tell stories of what he's thinking. Usually, they're very suspicious, especially if you're looking at him. When he's looking at them in a mirror, he thinks they're green and that everyone who says they're blue is lying to him in an effort to do something extremely terrible that he's not quite sure of. Their very round, and they bulge out just slightly.

His nose is too big for his face. Generally, his hair is covering two thirds of it, though, so no one can see it well enough to notice. It, like the rest of him, is quite pale. His skin is always clean and free of blemishes. Not that he would admit to having any if he had them. His lips aren't thin, but they certainly aren't fat either. They form brilliant dimples when he's smiling. Not that anyone's seen those dimples in turns. He hardly ever smiles, even sarcastically, and when he does, it's not a genuine grin that produces dimples. His heart-shaped face is lost in the middling realm between bony and chubby, making his cheekbones hidden not behind fat but behind nothing.

His bone structure is very fine, allowing him to be pencil-thin and yet not be bony. If you hugged him, you'd wonder if there was anything but air inside his clothing. He'd never let you hug him, though, so it's really a moot point designed to describe how inexplicably skinny he is. Weighing in at just over sixty pounds, he is almost insubstantial. He's quite short at five feet tall, making him slightly more proportional than he would have been. It all came of being malnourished for most of his life through no fault of his own (or honestly anyone else's but a twist of genetic fate). It all adds up to make him look like a child. Even his feet and hands can fit into children's sized clothing. The only hint that he's not a child are the sliced 'X's on each of his palms in a blood-red color that he gave himself in a bout of self destruction while he was in solitary confinement. They are a serious testament to his devotion to symmetry.

Even his voice is rather high, not because it didn't change. It did change, slightly, but it still leaves him at a high tenor, and only that because he had a low voice for a child. That, too, was a cause of being malnourished. His body just didn't have the nutrients necessary to complete puberty properly. Although it makes girls who would normally find him attractive rather sad, it doesn't bother him in the least. He's under the impression that anyone who isn't like him is purposefully making his voice deeper than it should be to mess with Iraink's mind. His singing voice matches that of a soprano in an elementary school's boys' choir, when he uses it. There is a good reason for his being small. He was and is malnourished for several reasons, such as that his paranoia (and Sidhka) tell him that any food he didn't make himself must be poisoned.

Iraink slumps when he walks, crossing his hands over his stomach. His stride is quite small, and he shuffles when he walks, causing his motion to stay at a steady three miles per hour. He'll glance behind him every few feet to check and see if someone is following him, and whisper something to Sidhka. Needless to say, it takes him hours to get anywhere in particular. If anyone comments, however, they'll be treated to one of his paranoid rants about how creepy it is for someone to want to know where he is all the time. He always knows exactly where he's going and takes the easiest pathway to getting there, preferring land routes to those that required going through caves or across puddles.

Personality: Iraink loves to lie. It saved him more times than he could count if he was any good at counting. That was always Sidhka's strong suit. His is lying. He can tell any story he wants, and no matter how absurd it would sound coming from other people, it sounds not only plausible but true coming from Iraink. It's partly his eyes. He bats those baby blues and everyone melts in front of him. They are really quite amazing lies, and he pulls them off splendidly. Telling the truth, not so much. Most of the truths he tells get him accused of lying, leaving his life in a state of paradox. The only "person" who believes him when he's being honest is Sidhka, who also encourages him to lie.

He's happiest when he's talking to Sidhka, or when someone believes him. As a general rule, though, he's not very happy. He's content when he has food and a roof over his head, though. Content is probably the best one is going to get when he's in constant fear of everything. Anything, however, can send his mood spiraling downwards into a fit of depression. His depression isn't like normal people's depression. He stops caring if the thread droppers get him, and his paranoia levels drop to rock bottom because it no longer matters if someone is a thread dropper or not.

He doesn't usually get angry. That is, he doesn't get angry as long as people believe him. When people don't believe him, he'll explode at them and accuse them of being a thread dropper for "calling him a dirty liar". It spikes his paranoid brain, and he'll withdraw from everyone and sit there talking to Sidhka for hours on end. Anyone mocking him for doing it will get tackled by a sixty-pound, very bony Iraink. Fortunately, that doesn't happen too often, and he usually has someone to stick up for his sorry ass for reasons unbeknownst to pretty much everyone. His primary insult is "thread dropper", so people tend to avoid arguing with them. He's stubborn as a mule about winning, and if it seems like he's not, they're thread droppers and that's the end of it.

Romance doesn't even cross Iraink's mind. It doesn't matter if a girl follows him around for days. He'll just accuse her of being a a thread dropper spy and go back to his daily business. He had crushes but mistook them for obsessive suspicions. Ergo, instead of asking a girl out, he'll as her if she's a thread dropper. Needless to say, Iraink's never been kissed. Of course, he doesn't know what kissing is, having lived in an barn for half his life, so he doesn't miss it.

Iraink isn't stupid, but "that thread dropper hell" didn't have any kind of schooling system, so he can't even read. He thinks of all kinds of education as a a thread dropper institution because it makes him feel stupid to be learning things that people ten turns younger than him already know. If someone offered to teach him to read in such a way that it sounded like it was his idea, he might actually try to learn, but his paranoia is very hard to get past.

Well, for one, Iraink calls anyone he doesn't trust (which is most everyone) a thread dropper. How would you feel if you were called a thread dropper by someone under the impression that "the only good thread dropper is one that's dead"? To put it simply, he has no social skills. Schizophrenia does that to a person. His constant lying doesn't help matters much, either. He doesn't trust anyone, and those he does don't believe anything he says that's honest. It doesn't make for very good interpersonal relationships. When he's around his "friends", he doesn't talk much. If he is talking, it's some ridiculous story from his childhood that he made up, or the reason he's late for dinner or something. He tends to avoid getting close to people, but a part of him wishes he could have a best friend when he sees everyone else smiling and laughing together.

Iraink likes his hair. He also likes knowing where he's going because it makes him feel safer. As safe as one could get with that much paranoia going on. Being a step above the thread droppers also makes him feel safe. If he knows more than they do, he's all good. He adores what friends he has. He almost trusts them. Lying and the lies he tells make Iraink quite happy. Most of Sidhka's ideas are winners with the boy.

He hates being called paranoid, but also the imagined conspiracies against him. He loathes the thread droppers. He also loathes reminiscing because seriously, who would want to think back on getting called insane? His one really severe terror is that the thread droppers will get him.

Iraink is smart enough not to trust everyone. Unfortunately, he doesn't really trust...anyone. So it's a doubled edged sword, really. He was never really lonely because when he was small, he talked to his hair, and when he got Sidhka (the name of both his hair and in this case his fire lizard), he talked to her. Because of his total lack of social skills, he can survive completely without social interaction. He's also a really good liar, but let's face it. He's insane.

History: Sarbet was thirty-five turns old when she found herself pregnant for what she was sure was going to be the final time. Her husband had died around a turn earlier in one of those awkward farming accidents that no one really talks about. Her thought process amounted pretty much to a string of profanities which she did not, thankfully, impart on her legitimate children. She was determined, however, to keep the child (although people said later that she shouldn't have for the obvious reason that he was insane). Needless to say, she was the talk of the hold, or its peasantry, at least, for the entirety of her pregnancy.

In the typical time, she managed to pop out a little boy who was given the name of Iraink and promptly told to run along to play with the other children while his mother went back to working in the kitchens. As a general rule, he was ignored by the adults for being a child and the children for being a bastard. Perhaps that was where his paranoia began, in looking at his siblings snickering and pointing at him for the entirety of his formative turns. It was around his fifth birthday that he first heard tales of threads.

He had been just peeking around the corner into the kitchen, planning on stealing the bread that wasn't poisoned by the unnamed evil when he heard his mother discussing something she was afraid might fall from the sky into their field with another of the cooks. Little Iraink wasn't quite sure what threads were, but he quickly figured out that they fell. In the not-so-logical mind of a completely insane small child, things that fell were dropped. And these things were bad, so they must have been dropped by the evil people. His little brain concocted a brilliant term for the evil ones. They could only be the people dropping the so-called threads, so they must be called thread droppers.

People generally thought this was cute when they heard it. For about ten minutes, until they were called thread droppers for “laughing” at Iraink. That was about the time one of the harpers decided that maybe if they hit him upside the head, he would be normal. Geoff (the harper) told everyone that he was taking the little boy under his wing, and kept him in a corner of his room, chained there. Iraink, being, even at that age, not the most obedient child, spent his first night of relative enslavement screaming for anyone to come rescue him from this thread dropper. Too bad the thread dropper wasn't planning on letting him go. Even Sidhka (which he called his hair at the time) was telling him not to yell anymore. After all, the thread dropper had threads to drop on him, too. Finally, he gave up. He couldn't scream any more than he already had, and who would rescue him, anyway?

He had spent about five seconds staring angrily at the thread dropper's door and waiting for him to come back when it slowly creaked open, displaying a little green nose. This nose slowly grew to have a face and legs and wings and a body and a tail. The fire lizard stared at him questioningly before she squawked. Then, she spoke to him. Or, he thought she did. Really, it was just the voice in his head again (yes, the same one that said it was his hair). The “fire lizard” introduced herself as the true Sidhka. She told him the other Sidhka had been a fake, but he would have to forgive his hair. It had been possessed. We could suppose that this was the first real insight into his severe insanity. But his insanity started chewing on his fingers until he gave it a rind of the bread he'd taken just before his capture.

Iraink wasn't quite sure what happened then, but he knew that this was the real Sidhka with all the trust his little paranoid heart was capable of. He felt like she might get taken away any minute, and he was more attached to her than he'd been to anything. He didn't realise it, but she'd impressed. All because of his left-over dinner.

When he heard Geoff coming back (the thud of his boots was unmistakable), Sidhka managed to hide, although Iraink wasn't watching her to see where she went. He was too busy keeping his eye on Geoff, who seemed more than a little bit intoxicated, and more than a little bit angry. Poor Iraink got a bit beat up for yelling all night. When Geoff went off to work, Sidhka showed up again, whispering ideas to Iraink.

This not so enjoyable process repeated several times a week for more turns than Iraink was capable of counting on his own. Not that that meant very much in the grand scheme of things, considering he can still barely count to three without Sidhka's help. He just never had an interest in learning the thread dropper's number system. According to Sidhka, though, it was close to eight turns of being beat because he was crazy. In this eight turns, he learned that Geoff, who took such pleasure in taking out all his aggressions on Iraink, was just as crazy. And Iraink's father. Sidhka could only comment that it seemed very cliché. Iraink didn't care. He had just found out that his father was a thread dropper. It devastated him until he remembered that the thread droppers took pleasure in seeing him upset.

The days were growing longer when he came. Iraink was sleeping with Sidhka watching guard over him in their corner when he woke to the unmistakable squawk of Sidhka's panicked fleeing. He automatically assumed that it was Geoff as so many times before and braced himself for the threads he did not understand to be dropped the short distance to his skull. Instead, it was another man, who picked up all sixty pounds of Iraink and carried him off.

This man wasn't scary and angry like Geoff, nor anywhere near as big, but Iraink was enraged by the fact that he just picked him up like a sack of potatoes and carried him out of the only home (although it wasn't a very happy one) he could remember any more. When Sidhka came squawking out to “rescue” Ink from the intruder, the man simply looked at her for a few moments, his shock showing through, and muttered something that even Iraink couldn't hear. Iraink was shocked to watch Sidhka calm down completely within a few seconds, although she refused to tell him why. The man dragged Iraink all the way out to the lawn with the people of the hold looking on. There, he was placed almost daintily down on what he later found out was a dragon. Sidhka climbed up into his lap, and the man climbed in front of them.

The next thing little Iraink knew, he was in the air, and the man was telling him all about how they were going to a place that would be better for him. He didn't really believe him (paranoia's a hard habit to break), but Sidhka told him that anything was better than where they were. On the way, the man, who introduced himself as A'tair, told Iraink all about where they were going. Poor Iraink had basically lived in a hole for most of his life, and the entire flight was spent enlightening him to the world.

When they arrived at the weyr, Iraink was given a bed with the candidates for lack of better place, and with time, he ended up being a part of their ranks despite the fact that he was no more well liked there than he had been at the hold because most future dragonriders aren't particularly fond of being accused of dropping the threads they're hoping to train to destroy.

Position in Family: the illegitimate half-brother who had everyone wondering “who was his father?” the youngest

Pets: Sidhka, a green fire lizard that, contrary to what Iraink believes, does NOT talk to him.

Alignment: neither. They're both (in his mind) conspiracies against him.

Relation to Existing Character: rescued by A'tair

Dragon’s Name: Silvrith

Dragon’s Appearance: Silvrith’s primary color is a deep, midnight blue. This is highlighted by tones of silver blue, giving him a light, almost metallic sheen when he is seen in the right lighting. While the silvery blue covers him entirely to some degree, it is most prominent on his wings, causing them to appear lighter than the rest of him at all times. His hide overall has a sleek, glossy appearance, marred only by a scar on his rear left leg from an accident that occurred during his hatching. Silvrith is large for his color, with a longer than average neck and tail for his body. His wings also appear to be too large for him, but it is likely that he will grow into these features as he ages. Despite these awkward features, he carries himself with surprising grace and ease, even on the ground where many dragons have difficulty. There is no question that he is strong, and others would be wise not to make an enemy of him.

Dragon’s Personality: Silvrith is a dragon who can be difficult to describe. To others, he is often very charismatic, acting like a true gentleman and inspiring trust in others. As genuine as he can appear in this behavior, one must not be fooled. Silvrith is extremely cunning and intelligent, able to see through others’ tricks and facades, and good at manipulating others to gain their trust, which he can use for personal gain should he choose to do so. He is undeniably greedy, and his primary interest is always himself and his rider. As such, he is very disloyal, and will switch sides in something as often as needed for his own benefit. Silvrith has a great ability to overcome any obstacles that face him, as demonstrated by his ease in motion and physical prowess despite his awkward build. While he certainly has flaws, Silvrith isn’t always insincere in his gentlemanly behavior, and has a soft spot for children. He is protective of those he truly cares for, for he is capable of caring for others, despite what some would say.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 5
Concentration: 9
Agility: 16
Team Coordination: 6
Creativity: 12
Allure: 8
Rescue/Search Skill: 14

[Shikai]

Character Name: Aylana

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

Preference: Females

Previous Position: Runnerbeast Handler

Current Position: Runnerbeast/Beast handler (feeding grounds) **

Appearance:
Aylana’s basic structure is sturdy, influenced by all of the outside work she does. She is really, really short, and it doesn’t help that she’s almost always crouching down or kneeling down while she works. She has thick bones that fill out her form, not so that she’s heavy, but certainly not on the slender side of the spectrum. She has long legs, though they’re still small compared to anybody else, with visible muscles surrounding thick bones. She has rather small feet… Which is probably why she trips a lot. Her arms or on the thin side, even if she does use them quite often; the muscle is there, but it isn’t visible. She has a flat tummy and noticeable curves, but she sometimes forgets she has them.

Her skin is tanned, almost permanently, because of the things she does outside. It’s a healthy, crisp, light brown shade, different from her normal pale look if she were to remain inside. A few disappearing blemishes rest on her face. Her hair is short-cropped to keep out of her way while working, and so she doesn’t have to push it out of her eyes every five seconds. Said hair is a silky, thin blond, bleached by the sun, and darker at the roots. Her eyes, shaded by golden bangs that part to one side of her face, are a fierce pale/frosty blue color.

Personality:
You’d think, “oh dear, blond and gay? She must be quite the social butterfly!” But she isn’t. Sure, she’s not afraid of her orientation, and embraces it really; it’s better than falling in love with those pin-brained guys, anyways. You ask her about it, she’ll shrug and say, “yeah. What’s your point?” She’s rather laid-back and seems to just go with the flow. That’s how she always is; settles in one spot, goes along with her daily routine, everything’s all set. She pulls jokes and is willing to have a conversation as long as she doesn’t start it. But really, secretly, she wishes she would be noticed for something other than what she does, and though she may look like she doesn’t care, she really does.

When it comes to personal subjects, she’s not one to jump right in and start spewing her feelings out to people. She’s more confined, withdrawn, and quiet about those types of things. If she gets pulled into one of those conversations, she gets very nervous and awkward. She doesn’t easily tell people she likes them, or is attracted to them. If you try to drag her into one of those types of situations, she’ll bolt.

She gains friends somewhat easily, and it never starts with her coming up to them and saying hi. Most of her friends are guys, since she’s slightly nervous around other girls, and just connects with guys better. Perhaps its because of her close relationship to her father, or the fact that she’s so “boy-like”. Not a lot of girls have such a fondness of runners like herself, and she is mostly seen outdoors. She’s so attached to her runners, who cares if she accidentally missed lunch? She still has supper to get to.

History:
Her mother was a seamstress at a hold, her name was Joy. Her father, Mark, was a Runnerbeast handler. Her parents weren’t married, or together, but they were really close friends. They got along, which allowed Aylana to have healthy relationships with both of them. She had a closer relationship with her father, though, just because she wasn’t totally comfortable around other females, including her mother even. She knew from the start that she didn’t like boys, but kept it to herself until her mother started to question her about all of her guy friends, or that she always hung out with guys. She told Joy that she had nothing to worry about; she thought guys were gross in that sort of way. This was when she was twelve, which was around the time that girls got crushes and got over that “EWW CUTIES” stage. Her mom looked confused, so she explained that she liked girls. Joy, to put it simply, was shocked, but was accepting after a month or two.

Her father was more readily accepting of his daughter’s “delimma”, since it allowed her to work more diligently in the stables even with all of the boys around. She certainly did fit in there, and soon enough, she became a worker in the stables instead of a seamstress like her mother. But the stables didn’t need a lot of workers there, and they had quite a few. A dragonrider (blue) came to the hold, whose only craft was the beast craft, and asked if a runnerbeast handler could come to the weyr. She was fifteen at the time, and she accepted it readily. She loved dragons, loved the stories her parents told her when she was little about them. If she was able to see them whilst doing the thing she loved best, why not?

Just before she left her mother married to the Lord Holder of the hold. He was Jawen, a man that she tolerated but otherwise didn’t care much for. She missed the wedding, even though she was really impartial to going in the first place, and left the weyr an hour before it started. Not long afterwards, she got a message from her mother saying that she had a new half-brother, Rawoy. Aylana was surprised, and has wanted to go down to meet him ever since knowing about it. At the weyr, she got around quite a bit. She watched one hatching, the latest one, and a few days later bumped into a candidate. He started yelling at her, and once she was done, she asked him if he was at the last hatching. He said no, rather snobbily. She found that he’d been brought in that day, and then he asked her if she was a candidate. She said no, she was a beast handler, and he laughed and said “good thing!” and left. They’ve hated each other ever since.

Position in Family: Only daughter, older sister to younger brother

Pets: Stallion runnerbeast, Crusader, long-legged lanky creature with a black coat, white socks. White mane and tail; very outspoken and demanding

Alignment: Rebel

Dragon’s Name: Aladath

Dragon’s Appearance: Aladath is small for a blue, but makes up for it with near perfect proportions. There is something almost furtive in the way he moves, much like a weyrbrat up to no good. Aladath’s hide is truly something to behold. It is chiefly sky blue, but marked by lovely swirls of cobalt. Only his face is mostly devoid of the markings, except for a large patch of cobalt blue on top of his, slipping just over his eyeridges. His eyes are large for a dragon, giving him an innocent appearance, and he knows how to use them for a greater range of expression than usually seen in a dragon, although their color will always give his emotions away.

Dragon’s Personality: Despite his somewhat diminutive size, Aladath never lets himself be deterred from setting high goals for himself. He is optimistic, not overly worrying about the future, for he knows that he can always find a way to meet the challenges he faces. This is usually true for him, too, as he is oddly street-smart for a dragon, with a quick wit and common sense that can see him through most obstacles. Aladath is upbeat, with a sense of humor that may drive him to pull the occasional prank on his rider, or whoever is available. He is very confident and not insecure in the least, although he does need and appreciate his rider’s emotional support as much as any dragon. Aladath is brave, but not usually to the point of recklessness, unless his rider or someone else close to him is concerned. He can be stubborn at times as well, although like all the lower colors, he will not defy an order from a bronze or gold, although he will certainly make his case for why he would prefer not to. He may not always be entirely truthful with others, lying on occasion to those other than his, but never for evil intentions. Aladath also doesn’t have a problem with stealing, should the need arise. However, he genuinely has a good heart, and won’t lie or steal unless he perceives that it is truly necessary.

Dragon Abilities:

Strength: 8
Concentration: 11
Agility: 6
Team Coordination: 7
Creativity: 13
Allure: 16
Rescue/Search Skill: 9