Kaith's 5th Clutch Weyrlings (Bursting Flames)

[Spirithawk]

Weyrlings from the latest clutch Bursting Flames

[catilena1890]

Name: D’lan

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Weyr Candidate

Appearance: Daelan is a very small boy, at a little over four feet, he is barely taller then a 3-month old hatchlings head and very skinny. His hair is a light-brown mess, locks sticking up in random areas, and it refuses to be tamed. His eyes are a brown the same shade as chocolate and his angular face would remind one of a dragon if they looked at him from a distance.

His skin is a dark cream, like the hide of a light brown dragon. His small, svelt frame is covered by a dark green tunic and a pair a wheaty work pants with black leather boots covering his small feet.

Personality: A very quiet, sometimes fearful person, Daelan is not what one would call social. He avoids talking to others for fear of ridicule or rejection, as he has been teased countless times due to his small size. If he were to open up to someone, that lucky person would be given a very good and loyal friend, always the first to volunteer to aid them in their distress.

He has a tendancy to be clingy to his few friends since he feels so uncared for that anyone who shows even a small bit of compassion to him holds his respect. Daelan`s silence has given him the ability to gather information swiftly and quickly, making him a valuable ally in times of uncertanty and secrecy. His avoiding personality combined with his short stature also makes him an excellent espionage as he is able to get in and out of places with little difficulty.

History: Hailing from Southern Hold Daelan lived a pretty average lifestyle, where he served as a fisher. He would go out to sea a couple times a week to bring in much fish to supply both Southern Hold and Southern Weyr. He had been skipped on Search many times due to his short stature, and the Southern riders looked down on him and refused to even consider allowing him in their ranks*, but that did not stop him from seeing the dragons and their riders, and he longed to become one. Because of this, he prepared for his journey to Dark Moon, the weyr with the strange dragons and open hearts.

His bag all packed and ready to go, Daelan, threw his belongings over his shoulder and went to meet with his parents by the entryway of the Hold. Dropping his stuff he quickly joining his parents.

"I`ll be going now, Mother, Father." He said as his mother tried not to cry.

"Oh honey, are you sure you want to do this? The Weyr will take you on the next Search, I know it..." She whimpered. Daelan shrunk and hugged his very small mother tightly while his father chuckled at the drama unfolding.

"The boy's too short woman, those stuck-up pansies will never take him even if he were the last candidate on Pern! He'll do fine, ye gotta stop babyin him and let him grow into a real man, even if he stopped growin, har!" His middle-aged father said, laughing heartily at his own joke. Daelan smiled and let go of his mother, grabbing his pack and slinging it back over his shoulder.

"Don't worry about me mother, please. I`ll be fine. The next time you see me will be on the back of a bronze, leading a whole wing of dragons!" He said excitedly. His father stopped chuckling and stood up straight, looking sternly at his shorter son.

"I know you'll make us proud boy, you was the best fisher we had and the hardest worker too. Them riders at the Moon Weyr will see that, even though Southern didn't. Good luck son." He said, holding out his hand. Daelan smiled and shook his father's hand, waving goodbye and heading off for his new weyr.

When he had set off, the journey was pretty normal, except for the horrible hurricane that had occurred along the way. He had managed to escape it by hiding out in a cave, but after it left he hurried to his new home, Dark Moon, fearing they may have been hurt from the storm, or worse.

Upon arriving, Daelan discovered that the weyr was none the worse for wear, and there was not much in terms of repairs for him to do. He wandered around the weyr, meeting the oddball sisters of catilena and Relina, who was a green weyrling, as well as a few others. Nervously, he attended the candidate lessons and was on time for the hatching, whereupon his orange-tinted brown, Lenoth, was the second to hatch, though at the time, Daelan was unaware of the fact that the dragon would be his. He was much to excited to see young dragons up close, though those feelings were wiped away the minute his candidate friend, the rambunctious Catilena, grabbed him and pulled him closer to the action. He immediately grew nervous and slightly frightened and had asked another friend of his, who had just been bowled over by a hatchling herself, about the experience. Soon after, he was tackled and injured by his dragon.

While awaiting the answer Daelan suddenly felt himself bowled over and deeply cut. He was about to call out when he felt an apologetic presence in his head.

D'lan your Lenoth is sorry! I couldn't stop. Please forgive me. I hunger so much![/color] The dragon said. Daelan looked up into the eyes of the brown and saw the rainbow colors. In the background, Catilena cheered, but he did not hear it. It was just him and his dragon. Daelan and Lenoth.

D'lanmine, are you alright? I'm hungry, can Lenoth be fed if you are alright?[/color] Lenoth told him. Daelan smiled and pat his dragon, his dragon, softly.

"Of course, of course, I have to get up first though. Why do you call me "D'lan"

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" He asked him. Lenoth got off of him and let him up.

Daelan is too hard for me to say. D'lan is much easier, you do not like it? Can I be fed?[/color] Lenoth asked. D'lan smiled and shook his head. He was about to answer when he thought of something. Could he talk to his dragon mentally as Lenoth could to him? He wondered. He decided to try.

No, no, it is fine. I do like it, very much. And yes, we can go get some food. He told him.

Thank you, where is it? Lenoth asked him.[/color] D'lan smiled and, walking to stand beside his dragon, noticed the greenish substance slowly leaking from Lenoth's side. He immediately started to worry.

My Lenoth! You're hurt! He cried in his head. Lenoth started forward.

I am hungry more! Please, food is this way?[/color] The dragon asked hopefully. D'lan shook the shock from his head and ran to Lenoth, placing his hand on his head.

This way, my dearest friend. D'lan said, leading Lenoth to the edge of the sands where the buckets of meat lay. [/i]

Pets: N/A

Dragon/Wher: Brown Lenoth

Dragon/Wher Appearance:

Dragon/Wher Personality: Lenoth is very serious and down to earth and very supportive of his rider. He could be a little shy at first to warm up to people, but once you gained his friendship, he was loyal as could be, save when his rider or his Queen was threatened.

[Akki]

Name: Faine (Pronounced Fay-ne)

Age: Fifteen Turns

Gender: Female

Rank: Candidate

Appearance: Faine’s height has now settled comfortably at a nice and well-rounded 5’4, a decent height in her opinion. She didn’t want to be tall, that would draw far too much attention but being the shortest person around meant that you could never see over the heads in front of you. Her face is a nice round shape, framed by hair. She has vibrant red locks of hair with auburn and golden strands mixed in. She would have preferred a darker hair color, perhaps a chestnut brown, but she was learning to live with the rather bright color that she was stuck with. It wasn’t the hair color itself she minded, but more of the fact that everyone in her family had brown hair except for her. She was the odd one out. Her hairstyle is short and choppy, the longest part of it reaching her shoulders.

Her eyes are the typical color one could expect with red hair. A light green, flecked with varying hues and sometimes one could see a few specks of brown if they were standing close enough. Right underneath her left eye is two freckles, the only ones found on her body. A distinguishing birthmark that annoyed her, she thought of them as blemishes. Her lips were thin and a soft red color, but perhaps this was because she had the tendency to chew on them. Her hands and knees are covered in scars, permanent memories of the past. Her complexion wasn’t pale, but not necessarily tanned either. It was a mix, she wasn’t white enough to be pale but there wasn’t enough sun soaked into her skin to give her a radiant tan. Just above her chest was a long and jagged looking scar. She wasn’t necessarily skinny. She had more of an athletic body because she was used to running around, climbing and escaping from certain situations.

Personality: Faine looks like your everyday girl, but she most certainly does not have the personality of one. She’s a nice person, polite and knows her manners. She’s friendly and can be talkative if she feels like it. However, she has a few quirks about her.

The main quirk being the fact she is a kleptomaniac. She often finds herself holding things that do not belong to her. Her disorder is bad enough that her hands would reach out and take something and she would not even realize it until later on. She tried to be aware of her hands at all times, but it was a difficult thing to do. She never took anything that was really valuable, just small things like parchment. She would try to put the things back but often hoarded them because she wasn’t aware of where they came from. Because of this she was often yelled at as a child – no one believed that she couldn’t help it. She is now rather paranoid and jumpy. If someone starts a conversation with her, she thinks they are going to accuse her of taking something of theirs. She flinches easily if someone approaches her from behind. She’s also very apologetic; she feels very guilty when she accidentally takes something and has the tendency to loudly shout ‘Sorry!’.

Like most kleptomaniacs, Faine also has an obsessive-compulsive disorder. There are varying types of this, and she has realized that she is the kind who likes to count things. And the type that has to do certain things three times before being content. For example, Faine has to make her cot three times before she can go do something else. It’s tiring and can take up a lot of a time but she doesn’t know how to stop it. She’s learned to do it as quickly and as neatly as she can so she won’t waste too much time. She often finds herself counting things, how many dragons are in a Weyr to how many freckles one person has. She can normally avoid this compulsion by distracting herself, but if she spends too much time counting then she has to continue until she is done. It’s a handy thing when people ask her to count something for them because they know that she will have the right number in the end.

Other than that, she truly is just another girl. She likes the idea of being sociable but it can be hard for her since she is often trying to prevent herself from stealing something. If people spend enough time with her, they will see that she is a nice person with a sense of humor.

History: Faine comes from Kalanre Hold, a hold that is more or less responsible to supplying food to Dark Moon. Her father was just a holder but he often ended up spending most of his time tending to the crops. She rarely saw her father around, only on rainy days when one couldn’t go outside to work in the fields. Her mother could always be found in the kitchens, cooking and serving up the food that was brought in that day. Faine used to help out in the kitchens when she could but eventually got kicked out when the cooks finally got fed up with the girl taking their utensils.

She enjoys spending time cooking and making food, even if she does wind up taking something here or there. She found it relaxing and her tendency to count things was handy when someone wanted to know how many supplies were down there.

One day she was down there and heard the cooks coming. She fled, knowing that she was not supposed to be down there, but as she was running out she accidentally took a knife along with her. She didn’t realize what her hand was grasping. Needless to say, she tripped over her own feet and ended up falling right on the knife. It was a deep enough cut to be dangerous but not deathly, many told her that she was considered lucky. She was stitched up but now has the scar above her chest to prove that one really shouldn’t run around with sharp things.

Faine has one older sister, who hated spending time in the kitchens. However she and Faine never really got along. Her sister believed that Faine knew that she was stealing and often thought that Faine stole from her just to tick her off. Faine tried to avoid being around her and her possessions after that, not wanting to make their relationship any worse.

Faine was sitting outside, counting how many herdbeasts were in the field in front of her, when the Searchrider came. She was slightly annoyed at the rider and his dragon at first; they had startled the herdbeasts which caused them to run away slightly which meant Faine could not finish her counting. She forgave him of course, when he explained his presence. He informed her that even though Dark Moon Weyr just had a hatching, his dragon had informed him that she would be a rather nice candidate to have for the next one. She was thrilled, like most people were, and needless to say went with him. Her home was now going to be Dark Moon Weyr and all she could think, as she clung to the dragonrider, was that she hoped that locked up anything valuable. She did not want to accidentally take something that was precious to the Weyrwoman.

Dragon: Gold Colvarinth

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Dragon Appearance: Colvarinth would grow to a larger size than her twin sister by a few dragonlengths. When she was fully grown, she would be a decent sized medium. Her frame would become thicker than the silvers, and she would be less agile. However, she would have a greater stamina – enough to rival that of a larger gold. Colvarinth’s hide was a deep, lustrous gold color; a few shades darker than her mother’s. Similar to her sister, she too had different colored streaks painting her body. Hers would be a pale whitish-silver color, almost identical to the Veritath’s hide.

Dragon Personality: The gold’s personality would be quite a contrast to the silver’s steady one. She would be tempestuous, hot-headed and a handful. While her sister was sweetly scatterbrained as a youngster, she'd be a handful of energy, impulse, and temper. She'd be imperious, and chafe against orders. Once she grew older, she'd settle a bit, but she would always have a hint of temper problem. She would always be a little resentful of the older Queens simply because she was a Queen too. Once she settled down, she would be great helping keep the injured dragons calm, though her sister would always be more of a calming force. She would be one to take over the wing while her sister was handling the injured dragons and her mother was dealing with other things during Threadfall. She would be talkative and loving to those she likes but Faranth help the people who cross her. "Heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned" would be an apt Terran phrase for her.
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[mc16neo]

Name: S'nic

Age: 19

Gender: male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: candidate

Appearance: Sinic is about 5'9 and weighs about 200 lbs. He is pure muscle, though his body is slender, causing a deceptive look of being weak. Sinic has a brand of a dagger on his right forearm. His facial features are that of a handsome young man. He has brown, straight hair that comes to his shoulders, normally warn back out of his face by a tail. His nose is proportional to his face. His eyes are keen and observant. Though it looks like he is glaring at you in anger. A hard look.

He has from green, to blue, to teal to all three separated by a gold star burst around the pupil. His skin is a dark tan from constant time in the sun. His normal dress is a sleeveless tunic and trousers. He has a scar on his right arm running from his wrist to elbow from falling off a mountain road. He also received a scar on his left eye from a renegade ambush. He has a smile that could melt a woman's heart.

Personality: Sinic is quiet when he isn't talking with a costumer during a trade. He likes to travel so the life a trade suited him. He is a bit scary in a quiet way. The way his eyes look at you could make your blood run cold. He is a bit of a, I-was-here-first-back-off, kind of guy when first met but in reality he is a sweet guy. Sinic likes to also play the guitar.

After being with a girl he fell in love with Sinic realized he is the Romantic type.While traveling alone the roads have shaped him and caused him to be as rough and unforgiving as itself for any wiry enough to run into him

History: Sinic was born a trader through and through. his mother was a baker craft Stall trader and his father traded for the Smith craft. While growing up he learned what he could how to haggle for the best price. Sinic learned how to play the guitar from a Harper Stall at a Gather. Since then he loved to play.

Sinic traveled from place to place with the Caravan so he never had much time for friends. He didn't mind he just liked to learn about the Caravan. When he was 14 turns his father allowed him to help in trades. After that he has done a lot of the Caravans trades with the best results. When traveling his foot slipped on a weak part of a mountain road, casing him to fall a short ways. He was cut up a bit but only one part was bad enough to scar. On his 15th turn Sinic's mother bought him a flit egg which then hatched into Sin, a brown flit. His father said he would give him one thing from his wares. Since his father was a smith he decided to design a brand. That of a Dagger to remind him of his father as a Blade smith. He loved his family and it reminded him most of them.

His father agreed because he was a man of his word. He worked on the brand for some time till he got it just right. He called to his son and heated the metal. His eyes looked at his growing boy. It was his choice and the reason touched him. Sinic readied himself and held out his right arm. On the forearm his father pressed the brand. It burned and Sinic bit his lips to keep from yelling out. Once the brand was finished it was angry. His father cared for the arm best he could to keep from infection and Sinic was happy with the results.

When he was walking with his parents one day he went ahead and lost track of them. next thing he knew Sinic was living with the holdless getting by on playing his guitar for marks.

Currently Sinic found his way into Dark Moon weyr. He decided to look around the sands and see dragons up close for the first time. But mostly Sinic wants to see if he has improved in his music skills and wanted brutal honesty. Meeting new people would be another bonus. Now only if he could stop his scary streak.

Sinic was traveling the highlands of Pern, his eyes taking in all that he saw. Sin, Sinic's brown firelizard, soared over head and circled the traveler. Together the two walked the land and took paths less traveled or never traveled at all, rendering them creators of new paths. Sinic stopped playing his guitar some time back. Now it only hung from his back as decoration or comfort, he wouldn't say. His travels have been hard and long, which is how he liked it. He traveled through Benden Hold and the lands beyond. He traveled to the seas. Where ever there was land and his feet could carry him Sinic traveled. Along the way he had a few close calls. He fell from a mountain path and broke his arm, now healed, resulting in a large scar going from wrist to elbow. He had a run in with renegades, a small band, which caused his guitar to break and a knife wound over his left eye. But he was better off then the renegades. At the next gather he went to a wood and smith crafter asking them to collaborate together to make a new guitar. One with a hidden blade in the neck. This paused his travels for some time but he was nonplussed. He used this time to volunteer as a guard at the Hold he was staying at till he got the guitar he wanted. He trained night and day with them. He learned how to defend himself with a sword, belt-knife and unarmed. The roads have indeed shaped this traveler and caused him to be as rough and unforgiving for any wiry enough to run into him. He had more close calls with Renegades but none as close as the band he just passed.

Then when he thought all was done for him, though too much of Pern was left untraveled, he was Searched when resting at a hold. He didn't hesitate and found himself back at Dark Moon but now as a candidate.

While waiting on the hatching sands Sinic was greatly surprised to hear a voice call to him:

The largest egg was shaking and small cracks were appearing on its surface, as were all the other eggs that remained. It seemed as if they were racing to be the first to hatch, all but that giant, gold and silver marked egg. The one that won the race was the first to have been laid.

Its small size and the guesses that had been made about it were right, for a blue emerged from its dark depths.

S'nic, my sincerest apologies for making you wait. I am Orsith and I hunger. Is there food that I may have?


Dragon: Blue Orsith (2a4651)

Appearance:
Like his egg, his hide was a dark blue. However, there was more of a steel tint to his dark blue hide than the bright sapphire blue of his egg. He would be on the smaller side of the medium scale, agile and swift, but without much stamina like all his blue brothers. There were only slight variations to his hide that made him distinct. The variations looked nearly uniform until you were up close. His neck ridge and the boning on the edge of his wing sails were slightly darker than his hide and his sails were just a bit lighter than the rest of his hide. The membrane of his sails was midnight blue, but the rest of his hide was made up of shades of navy.

Personality:
Orsith would always be a polite, gentlemanly dragon. He wouldn't be flirtatious or easy to anger. He would prefer to have one or two mates though he will chase after the greens when they rise in the hopes that one will take him as her preferred mate. He would be level-headed and somewhat perceptive, especially when his rider is concerned. He would always be sweet to the females he chased and very respectful towards the higher ups in the weyr. He would have a dry humor and a penchant for begging for sweets that he shouldn't have.

Pets:
Pet Name: Sin

Pet Type: Brown Firelizard

Appearance: Sin is a DARK brown. In shadows the Brown almost looks black, also when wet. He has squinted eyes and his mouth almost looks like he is smiling.

Personality: Sin's personality is that he tends to steal shiny things. Sin loves to play tricks on those that aren't paying attention. He will bite those he doesn't know. But if he likes you he will tease and play with you.