Transfer clutch Weyrlings

[Spirithawk]

Weyrlings from the Transfer Clutch

[Shekru]

Name: Dh'nen

Age: 18 Turns

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Weyrling to Blue Rodhaketh

Appearance:
Dirty dishwater. What would probably have been blonde, were genetics kinder to him, ended up being dirty dishwater brown. It likely doesn't help that he wears it scraggly and longer than most boys his age. No uniformity for this one; his very presence yells 'Rebel', and the smudges of dirt that seem permanently ground into parts of his skin defy soap and logic both.

Judging by his height, his growth spurt hit early. Over six feet, give or take an inch or two, to assume his growing is nearing its end would not be amiss. Broad shoulders give way to toned arms, the line of his chest stout, yet not excessive. More torso than legs, but his feet touch the ground, least. Proportionally sound, it's his face that seems to set him apart from other men.

Beyond the lightest, softest golden hairs that dust his chin and upper lip, there isn't much by way of facial hair to falsely increase his age. Angular cheeks showcase gray-green eyes beneath brown eyebrows, the outer corners of which already show signs of creasing from use - either laughter or squinting against the sun's light. Square, his jawline is firm, yet the edge is somewhat softened by the almost defiantly slightly-pouty swell of his lips.

His attire is practical, if bland. Plain breeches stuffed into old black boots, and a handed-down jacket over an off-white tunic.

Personality:
Despite a crooked upbringing, Dhunen has always possessed an instinctual understanding of balance. What is right for one man to do to another, what can be taken, what should be given. While prone to teenaged fits of declaring life unfair, Dhunen accepts reason. Eventually.

Strong of will, one could call Dhunen a stone, and they would likely be right. Immobile on certain things, trying to convince him of facts that may be obvious to anyone but him, would be like squeezing a firestone and expecting it to ooze klah. Some things just -are-, and Dhunen has a very firm, very skewed view on what those things may be.

Around most people, he is a closed book. Closed, chained, and locked, actually. Something Dhunen struggles with is trusting people, especially those he spends prolonged time around. Having never been 'trained' in such social circles, he is awkward, and tends to default to 'aloof' to cover up his inability to communicate.

History:
There wasn't a time in his life that he wasn't moving. Everytime the wheels of the wagon stopped, it would only be for a day, or maybe even less. There was enough dirt up his nose to make a new road out of, and no matter how many farmer's blows he performed along the way, he could never quite get that grit all the way out.

It had been like this, though, for as long as he can remember. Day one, out of the womb and into the dust. Dust, dirt, rocks, dead grass, wheels. Moving, moving, moving. Oh, and stealing. That was the way of their 'people'. With a front of 'honest travelers' as their compass, they navigated their itchy fingers wherever, whenever. It was the first skill he picked up as a child, in fact. How to look cute and innocent and pick the pockets of anyone not minding their satchels well. It was his father's trade. His mother gave it up for a prolonged dirt nap shortly after she brought Dhunen screaming, full of piss and vinegar, into the world.

They were rovers. Vagrants, vagabonds, wayfarers, whatever name you wanted to tack on, it meant they called nowhere 'home'. By the age of ten, Dhunen had already seen more parts of Pern than most folk would in their lifetimes, though without turns or wisdom to appreciate the wonders of the land unfolding about him. It was just one more place he'd forget along the way, after all. Without a proper education, the books that lay collecting dust and stone in the wagons held secrets. Secrets that he had been denied. 'Education?', His father had laughed; 'The only education you're ever going to need, or get, is how to make this family wealthier by what you can get your hands on'.

That was the rule. If it didn't benefit the whole, it wasn't important. It was selfish.

During an age when most young people begin trying to wrestle with who they are, Dhunen's questions were never 'Who am I?' but 'Why can I not be satisfied with this like the others my age?'. Where the other boys and girls of the traveling band fell into step and marched to the beat of the drum like their parents and elders, Dhunen lagged. Two left feet were hard to march with, and it seemed that he had left feet in spades. Stumbling from one reason to the next.

'Why can I not be happy with what I have?'

Unlike the internal struggles of most, where change must come from within first and ripple outward, the actions of his ragged family were what ultimately pushed him into self-discovery.

A small Hold offered them shelter from a nasty storm that had turned the road to mush. Their wagons were stuck, and for the first time since Dhunen could recall, they stayed for longer than a day. In fact, they stayed a full seven.

While there was no holiday or cause for merriment, the Hold treated their sudden guests with great hospitality and open friendliness. What they had, they shared. The women were given use of the baths, the mens' weather-worn clothes were taken and patched. Kindness, in such abundance. It was alien to him, certainly. But it was far from unpleasant.

The day the roads cleared enough to leave, Dhunen felt divided. There was the family he knew, and the chance at a life in one place. Some say the grass is greener, and for Dhunen, any kind of grass was a welcome thing. It sure beat dirt and dust, and that's no lie.

They stayed on one night longer, and when early morning light began to throw white fingers up over the horizon, heck broke loose.

It was a mix of blood, and shouting, and the furious bellows of the Hold's Wher. The wagons sped from the Hold at top speed, the Runner's pushed as hard as they could go. Dragged along for the ride, to say Dhunen was confused would be to understate. Horribly.

In the wagon he'd been pulled into, a family was weeping. A woman and her daughter, cheeks red with grief. When he asked why they wept, he learned the truth behind their hasty get away.

The Hold's Wher had clutched, the vagrant leader had learned. A dozen eggs, already hardened and ready for transport. He had taken a group of men to the sands where the creature lay and while half of them distracted the Wher, the others began picking eggs off and hiding them in the wagons. They wept not for their gain, but for their loss. Several men had died during the raid. Some due to wounds the Wher inflicted, others due to spear and sword from Holders rushing to protect the clutch. Among them, the woman's husband and son.

Not every sinner gets a turning point.

When the caravan made camp that night, Dhunen packed his few, meager belongings and stole off into the mist. He walked. Night slid into day, and day again into night before he came upon any other signs of sentient life.

It was a small farm where herdbeasts were bred and sold. They let him stay on a few days. Dehydrated as he was, he needed the rest. When strength returned to him, he asked of his host where the nearest Hold was. The answer was a bit staggering. 'The Weyr's not far though. I think they're lookin' for Hands to work there, though. Might be worth lookin' to', the old man had said.

To the Weyr he went, refreshed, revitalized, and utterly clueless as to what may lie ahead for him. In the dying light of early evening, his feet carried him into the Weyr bowl. Of the things he expected upon entering the dragonhold, to be flattened by a blue dragon was not high on the list.

"He says you seem like the type that oughta stick around." A tall rider nearby had called out. A bewildered Dhunen stared at the man, mouth agape and likely looking a bit stupid. "What do you say, will you Stand?"

He could have sworn the word "Yes" that crept out of his mouth then was out of someone else's mouth. But it was he, Dhunen, that was handed a candidate's knot and shoved toward the candidate quarters.

Hatching day came, though far sooner than he anticipated. They had received a lesson from Master Rhia on proper respect for the Queen, and they were allowed to go and touch the eggs. When Dhunen leaned his ear to listen to the egg and hatchling within, it burst open and delivered Rodhaketh unto him, a blue with the commanding presence that could rival a bronze's.

Dragon: Blue Rodhaketh (male)

Dragon Appearance: (As detailed by SpiritHawk)

His hide was a deep, pure blue, the color of fresh water fathoms deep. He would grow to be a good sized blue, not the largest, but one of them. There was now a small tear in his wing membrane from his claw and he would have a scar there, paler than the rest of his membrane. The membrane was blue, a few shades lighter than the deeper blue of his hide. His neck ridges and around his whirling, jewel-faceted eyes was two shades darker than the rest of his hide, as were the edges of his wings. He would be a sturdy dragon, limber and lithe but not scrawny.

Dragon Personality: (As detailed by Spirithawk, soon to be expanded through role-play)

There was a command in his voice, but also a hint of a plea. This dragon would be a hard worker and would rarely ask for help even though he was seriously out of his league. His rider would be his only concession and even then he would rather figure out how to do it himself rather than admit defeat by asking for help.

[korenth]

Name: K'var

Age: 16 turns

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Job: Apprentice Beastcrafter

Position: Weyrling of Brown Makaeth

Appearance: He wears white button up shirts with black body length coat, brown pants and brown boots. He wears his pants over his boots never tucked into them. He has very short brown hair. His right eye is green and his left eye is midnight blue; almond shaped, normal size, and average width apart. He has a small sharp nose. He has medium full lips. He has an oval shaped face with mid cheekbones and an accentuated jawline. He has a dimple in each cheek and a clevace in his chin.

He has an athletic body and stands 5'10" and weighs 195 pounds. He has a very noticable scar across his left eye. He is quite clumsy in the morning. He sometimes confuses his words to where his sentences mean something different than what he wants them to.

Personality: He is a very supportive person. He is always open to suggestions. He is well humoured but tends to be very serious around people he does not know, along with being shy until he gets to know them. He is intelligent and well witted due to his traveling. He is brave, which is contributed to by him being adventurous.

He tends to have a bad temper when things do not go as planned. He is very commanding of others and is always expecting them to do their best. He also never wants to get close to people because he is afraid of losing them just like he lost his family.

History: He comes from a farm in the remote mountainous region. His father was a Master Tanner, and his mother was a Master Weaver. He had a twin sister named Minna and had a younger brother named Aldar. He learned how to make his clothes from his parents. He started his training when he turned six. His brother died at the age of four, which was the same turn he left home. He always got along with his parents until the day he decided to leave home. On the day he left his father became enraged because he did not want his son to leave home so early or take up beastcraft at Lokan Hold. He charged at him with a knife; took a slash at his face and left the scar across his left eye.

He was 13 turns when he left home. Upon leaving home he took up the skill of beastcraft at Lokan Hold. During his stay at Lokan Hold he became quite the beastcrafter but could not get promoted up to Journeyman Beastcrafter because of his rambuncsious behavior. Also he had become very curious of the world and asked his master if he could leave to explore the world.

At the age of 14 he was very skilled at living off the land, hunting and making his own clothes. He was also skilled at combat and gaining new animal friends one of which he saved as a pup from a hungry feral feline. One day he decided that he had had enough exploring to last a life time, so he began his journey home. He returned home when he was 15, and found that his family had been killed by a band of renagades. He started searching for them immediately. When he finally caught up with them challenged the leader to a dual. The leader was by far a better swordsman and combattant than he had ever faced. The leader beat him and tortured him until he was almost dead. The next day he woke up in an inn of a small town where he was told about Dark Moon Weyr. Though the thoughts of the beating were still fresh on his mind he chose not to pursue the renegades any longer, because next time he may not be so lucky as to live. He does not seek revenge against them nor does he wish he had been home, because if he would have been home he would have suffered the same fate as his family. He started searching for Dark Moon Weyr where he was hoping to become a candidate for a hatching.

He had just become 16 turns old a few days before reaching the inn. On the day he arrived at the Weyr, he was informed that there was a hatching in progress. So, he rushed to the sands to watch, not expecting to impress on the first day of his arrival. Within a few hours there were several eggs already hatched. This was by far the most extravagent thing he had ever seen. He also managed to impress a brown that commented on the fact he smelled differently than the other candidates. Now he is no longer Kavar. He is K'var weyrling of brown Makaeth.

Pet: He has a 1/4 turn old canine pup named Kas. He is very protective over Kavar. He is black in color with a small chocolate brown patch on his chest.

Dragon: Brown Makaeth

Dragon Appearance: (As detailed by Spirithawk)

This brown was a creamy brown, almost the color of milk chocolate, with lighter shading around his belly, the color that chocolate turns when it is ageing and exposed to air. All along his neck ridges is a darker color. The edges of his wings are that same darker color and his wings are in between the shades of his hide and his belly. He is a handsome brown, a little on the lean side for a brown but with the characteristic sturdiness that most browns have.



Dragon Personality: (As detailed by Spirithawk)

He would be one of the most tenacious dragons in the weyr and once he put his mind to something, no one but the Queen would stop him, and even then, it would chaffe against him because he wanted to do what he set out to do.

[catilena1890]

Name: Relina

Age: Sixteen Turns

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Weyrling

Dragon: Green Soranith

Dragon Appearance:

Dragon Personality: A sassy, yet lovable and understanding green, Soranith has as much to learn as her rider does, but they will both work through it together.


Appearance: Relina is a tall girl for her age, already above the average height for a regular adult pernese female, though she is only 16. Her hair hangs long, usually worn loose, quite straight and sharp in it's cut. In colour, it's odd, a dark shade of brown, verging on black, but however it occured, it shines with an almost violet colour.
Her features are strong, her ferocity shown in no place more than her dark blue eyes. She is not quite a pretty female, handsome is more the word for her. She is strong featured - as mentioned - making her striking in appearance. Her pale white skin is shocking in comparison to the depths of her hair, adding only to her odd beauty.
She prefers dresses, and it is one of a few places she is rather feminine, she generally wears things that aren't what pern would call appropriate, her taste for dresses tending to be quite revealing. She's quite brave in that respect. She tends to wear bright, striking colours, that only accentuate her own skin's lac of colour more. Magenta and fuschia, again a girly trait of hers.



Personality: A girl who keeps to herself, Relina does not discuss her past, and it remains a mystery to even those closest to her. She would rather forget it herself. She's wary of strangers, extremely so, she finds her comfort zone disappears, and this extends - unfortunately - for the first few meetings. Her opinions of the new person reserved until she believes she can see roughly what they're like and what their intentions are to herself and Zorn. However, if she does deem them friendly enough, she is a very loyal and compassionate person. Relina makes few very close friends, but she would go to the end of Pern and back again for them.
This said, she is a quiet girl, quite reserved even when she is familiar with someone, she is more of a listener than a talker.
But it is beyond compare, the bond she shares with Zorn. He is as much a part of her as any of her limbs, and she is rarely seen without him.

History:
Born in a lesser hall of High Reaches Hold, Relina's family was placed in charge of transporting the Tithes to the Weyr. From her birth, she was told she would be nothing, she would never amount to anything. Her mother died giving birth to her and her father had blamed her for it. As she grew up, she was constantly harrassed by all around her and the Lord of the hold had never known about it. When she turned 16, she went on a trip to Southern for more herdbeasts, she explored the beaches and found a clutch of fire-lizard eggs.
She found a little blue fire-lizard who was the first to hatch, noticing it's distressed calls, gave it all the food she had with her, not realizing she would impress it that way. She left the little lizard on the sands, just as it piped a distress call.
Relina looked behind her and ducked just in time as a spear flew over where her head just was.

She attempted to find a place to hide. The lizard she had fed found her and began running. Desperate to escape, she followed it into a cave nearby and the lizard wrapped itself around her face to keep her quiet until the danger passed. After it was over, she rushed back to the shore only to find the boat had left without her, probably thinking she was dead. The fire-lizard appeared on her shoulder and she looked at it smiling.

"Hm, so they left without me. Very well, I do not need them. We shall carry on ourselves and figure a way back to the mainland and find out who tried to kill me." Said Relina, petting the strange creature on her shoulder. "If we are to travel together, then we should do well to know each other. My name is Relina." The firelizard only looked at her, confusion overtaking Relina's mind. "You do not have a name? I heard Dragons knew their names, but I guess you are a different creature. Very well, I shall call you, Zorn." The miniature dragon only chirped, making Relina smile and look across the sea.

Because of her treatment by others in the Hold, and her attempted assassination, Relina has never trusted anyone but herself, and now, of course, her fire-lizard, Zorn, who saved her life and stayed by her side.

She secretly longs for human companionship but would never admit it to herself. She has heard tales of lives being changed by being joined with a dragon, so she seeked out a Weyr for a chance to Impress and came upon Dark Moon Weyr.

She was not there long before she and the other candidates were called to the sands. There, she got into a bit of a scuffle with the Weyrling Master and shared her viciousness with the candidates before the eggs began to hatch. She watched as dragon after dragon hatched and Impressed and slowly, she began to doubt her worth as a rider, not knowing her sassy green was present, as a result she almost left the sands to stand at the edge and watch the rest of Impressions when she was tackled from behind by the green dragon, now naming herself Soranith. Relina was overjoyed by the Impression and began planning her future at Dark Moon Weyr as she fed her partner.


Pets: Fire-lizard Blue Zorn

[Kandarra]

Character: V'koran

Age: 18 T

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Rank: Weyrling brownrider

Appearance: V'koran has sandy-blonde hair and a tall, lanky build. His gait is awkward because he never really grew into his long arms and legs. His leg muscles are well developed from his constant runner rides, but the rest of him tends to be on the thinner, non-muscular side. General-made tunics never fit him right because they're either too wide or too short.

His face is long, like the rest of him, and not particularly good-looking. His nose is hooked and overlarge, and he has a high forehead. His eyebrows are in danger of growing together and his ears stick out funny. His eyes, however, are the defining feature of his face; they are large and a piercing, light gray.

Personality: V'koran spends a lot of his time buried in all sorts of hides, from old harpers' songs to economic histories of tithing. He spends so much time doing this, in fact, that he tends to neglect most other aspects of his life, such as eating properly. He also spends much of his time with animals; he's always seemed to be able to understand them, and therefore has collected several supposedly untamable mounts.

He's somewhat shy, but his social awkwardness is mostly due to the fact that he discusses things most young men his age aren't interested in, like in-depth looks at weyr and hold politics or trade routes of caravans. He finds people and their minds fascinating, and so tends to be an intense person to talk to, as he spends a lot of his time taking in their body language and how they talk. He is very observant and diplomatic, usually thinking about what he says before he says it. He is a very serious person, but with close friends he loosens up and is even known to pull a few pranks.

History: V'koran grew up the fourth son of a prominent beastholder, specializing in runners, in Ista. Because his three older brothers held the positions of managing each of the three stables, he was free to do as he pleased most of the time. He rode at least three hours a day and was often late for supper because he was spending time in the nearby woods with different hides from his father's collection.

His father, Varnelyn, always scolded him about being more involved with reading and animals than his brothers and the hold. This was not strictly true; he spent a lot of his time training difficult runners to do their various jobs. But even this was not enough to gain his father's favor. Because, in Varnelyn's eyes, he was disposable, the Searchrider that picked him out met with no contention from the holder. At the next Hatching, V'koran Impressed Verith.

Pets: Two runners (of his four from Ista): One, Shif, is a bay stallion with a slightly evil streak, the other is Halo, a bay gelding who is Shif's stablemate and a calm mount. The two are best friends and nearly inseparable. As they have nearly the same coloring and size, it takes a run-in with Shif for the untrained eye to find out which runner is which.

Dragon: Brown Verith

Dragon Appearance: Verith is a warm russet color, with a darker tint along the edges of his wings. The wing membranes are a lighter brown than the rest of him. He is medium-sized.

Dragon Personality: Verith is thoughtful and doesn't talk much. You can bet that when he does say something, though, it's important. He has a realistic opinion of himself, realizing that he will never be a huge brown, and is just fine with it.



Name: L'von

Age: 19 T

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Rank: Weyrling greenrider

Appearance: L'von is short, stocky and very muscular, standing at about 5'6''. His face is heart-shaped, with an average-sized refined-looking nose, slightly plump, pink lips, and an open smile, which doesn't come out often. His eyes, a murky green, seem stern when first seen under his thick, dark eyebrows, but crinkle when he smiles or has mischief in mind.

His hair is wavy, dark brown, and cropped short, though he would like it longer, to hide the ill-healed scar on the side of his neck. He dresses plainly, not because he wants to, but because he simply doesn't have any fancier clothes, or marks to buy them with.

Personality: At first meeting, L'von is the strong, silent type; he doesn't have much to say, and when he does say something, it's gruff and short. He doesn't trust anyone easily. But when he decides to trust and confide in someone, he is soft-spoken and considerate. The tough act originated as a way to hide the fact that he's interested in men from his father and brothers back at the hold.

All the hiding and avoiding has made him painfully shy, and he has trouble interacting with people who have forceful or enthusiastic personalities. He's frightened to death of wherries because of the attack that gave him his scar, but is very good with cooking them and other things, when he dares to cook. He tells himself he doesn't need anyone else in his life and that he is fine on his own, but the truth is that he just wants to settle down with someone.

History: L'von is the youngest child in a family notorious in his hold for being the most rigid, strict, hide-bound workaholics around. Being the youngest, he was always expected to listen to his older brothers and be silent while doing it. When he realized he was attracted to men, he also realized that he couldn't tell his parents, so he decided to work hard at being the most like his brothers that he could. He did more manual labor than any of them, so that his muscles grew, and he spoke less to hide what he considered a feminine voice. His parents noticed the change in behavior, and praised him for it, but he grew more depressed.

In the last few months before he was Searched, there was an incident at L'von's hold. A man most people knew to be homosexual was found beaten nearly to death in one of the back corridors. When a search began to find who had done it, two of L'von's brothers stepped up, proudly, and said they had done it, and why, which involved the man's sexual preference. L'von grew scared, and when a group of men came who were on their way to Dark Moon Weyr, he didn't even tell his family he was leaving, and went with them.

When he reached Dark Moon, he offered to do drudge work, or anything that would help him earn his keep. Then the Hatching came around. He settled in the stands, not expecting that he would Impress green Zalith. Now he is a weyrling, training to become a full dragonrider in preparation for Thread.

Pets: none

Dragon: Green Zalith

Dragon Appearance: Zalith has a strong, solid build, and her hide is a pale green with streaks of blue, purple and red throughout.

Dragon Personality: Zalith is very prim and proper, and always polite, but when she decides on something, there is no dissuading her. She is determined to bring her rider out of his shell and is not above plotting with other dragons to do so.

[Minajerie]

Name: V'dann

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Rank: Weyrling/ Woodcrafter

Appearance: He has messy, silver blond hair that he tends to try to put in a small tail at the nape of his neck. He has bright green eyes and a charming smile. He is sweet guy next door handsome, so he stands out, and yet he doesn't. He is 5'11" and is still a growing boy. He has a medium dark tan since he prefers to work out in the sun. And he has a rather thin frame- though, he has muscles (he kinda needs them) they are the wiry kind.

Personality: Verdann is an easy going guy. He is one of those people who attracts friends easily, and loves to hang out with them. Since he is a good listener, many people come to him to tell their woes. When he can, he gives them advice, but more often are his friends happy just to simply unburden themselves with things they thought they could tell no one else. Of course, Verdann always keeps their secrets. He is not the type of person to blab them out to any tom, dick, or tracy. He keeps them safe inside as tokens of trust. However, he does have a little bug in his personality, he's curious. He loves to explore and sometimes may be gone for a couple days because he got 'lost'. He goes alone unless he can drag one of his friends along- which isn't often. As one of those people who like to laugh, he enjoys those kinds of people that can make him laugh. He loves it when he finds people with good senses of humor.

History: His mother died giving birth to him, despite the healers best efforts. As he grew up his father loved him greatly, his coloring so much like his mother's. He was allowed to do anything he wished, but what he ended up doing was watching his father work in his workshop. He enjoyed how his father could turn something so ordinary as a block of wood into a beautiful chair or table. He wanted to transform things too. So he became his father's apprentice.

When he was 12 his father came down with a sickness, and unsure what to do, Verdann seeked a healer. She was a very good healer, and was determined not to lose this man like she had her husband a year before. His father got better and fell in love with the healer, and when they got married and moved in together, Verdann followed. He's told he has a older sister out there, somewhere, but he doesn't know what she looks like, seeing as how his new mother doesn't talk about her much. **His sister in law is Andilay, the sword for hire. He does not know her, or she him, because she did not stick around for very long after her mother started to spend more time with Verdann's father.**

When he was 17 he was talking to his friend, Sleyer, as he(Sleyer) worked in his smithy when a green dragon landed literally right beside him, gave him a quick sniffing and a draconic nod before sticking her neck inside the smithy to peer at his friend. Apparently the green had done this all without giving her rider much of a heads up, seeing as how the man was pretty ruffled. She had landed so violently because she had sensed good candidates, and wanted them at her weyr. So Verdann agreed and his friend did too. After all, they heard that the weyr had quite a bit of hurricane damage. If anything, if it didn't work out, they could always work.

Pets: N/A

Dragon: Blue Funornth

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[Minajerie]

Name: Rayn

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Rank: Sword For Hire/ Weyrling

Appearance: She has firey red hair that she keeps short and sassy. It eases her worry for fighting since enemies wouldn't be able to get a good hand on it. She still loves playing with it though. She has lush lips (which tend to be in a half smile) and calm steel eyes. They are darker on the rings and smooth and lighter in the middle. She would have quite an adorable face if she didn't have a defining scar running through her left eyebrow and down to mid-cheek. As it stands, she still gets more men looking after her than she likes.
She is 5'7", so average in tallness. She has minor curves and a smaller than average bosom, but it works for her. She is very lithe and also has much of her height in her legs. She has a farmer's tan from working in the sun a lot and doing her exercises.

Personality: She is alway up beat. She loves to make others smile and laugh, normally when there is no one getting hurt. However, there have been a few persistent men who have been the exception. She is a good listener and will always try to give good advice if it is needed, and if it is not, there is always the shoulder to cry on, or the sword practice to exhaust your anger on.
She loves small things that are cute and have a lot of love in them. She has a soft spot for small animals and strays and always rescues them in hopes of finding good homes for them (which Andilay finds so they can have one less mouth to feed).
She is a sarcastic person, and enjoys playful banter.

History: Her father beat her when she was little and when she was 5 turns old she ran away from home. For a time she joined a small pack of thieves, but didn't like the taste of stealing from good folk.
When she was six she attached herself to a group of swords for hire that were passing by and begged to learn the trade. They tried to get rid of her at first, when she proved too stubborn they finally relented and taught her how to stay alive while protecting others. She learned quickly and became like an adopted daughter to the group. She was happy.
When she met Andilay when she was 15 and one half turns the group that raised her told her she should join the other swordswoman for a change of pase and a test of skills. She has been happily partnered with Andilay ever since.
On the eave of Andilay's 19th turnday, they were leaving a favored tavern of some dragon riders and ran into their search dragons, who quickly sniffed them out as possible candidates. When asked if the two women would like to become dragonriders they both smiled and said it would be their next great adventure.


Pets: ~She is currently harboring a small tortoise-shell brown/grey kitten that she carries in a pouch in her pants. She has named him Danny, and is quite fond of the little squirt.

~ Light green flitter named Mint

Fun Facts: ~She got her scar on her second mission with Andilay. She wasn't paying attention when she was blind-sighted by a thief- he slashed at her, and if she had not been quick and tried to lean away from it, the man may have taken her eye.

~They are for hire for caravans or lord holders as long as the marks are fair and meals are partly or fully included.

Dragon: Brown Llanwreth

Dragon Appearance:

Dragon Personality: He has a gentleman's demeanor, which seems odd in a dragon so young. He hates being dirty and always has the best of manners.

[Minajerie]

Name: Sleyer (S'yer)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Rank: Weyrling/ Metal Smith (Journeyman)

Appearance: He has long black hair that reaches to his mid-lower back. Since he works with a forge, he keeps it in a bound tail and when he is working on particularly difficult pieces he will throw it down the back of his tunic. He has clear sapphire blue eyes, and a ruggedly good looking appearance. He has a burn on the right side of his forehead from when he was an apprentice and careless with hot things. He is terribly tall at 6'0" and he is afraid to admit he may still be growing. He has most of his height in his legs and is well muscled as smith's tend to be. He is lightly tan from going back and forth from shade and sun almost all day, since he gets hot easily he wears only a sleeveless shirt as he works, so he has a few burns on his arms as well from flying hot dibree.

Personality: He tends to be the strong silent type. He doesn't particularly like to talk. He can, very well, and perhaps that's why he doesn't. He has what the women folk call, 'a dreamy voice'. That, mixed with his looks, makes him very popular when he doesn't want to be. So unless someone wants something from his forge, or has a question pertaining to his work, he doesn't like to talk to them. He will probably listen though.

He's vain about his hair and doesn't like to cut it. He and his mother were both devastated when it had caught on fire when he was 11, making him have to cut it. He is starting to think that he may have to cut it again, as much as he is loathe to do it.

He likes to read and play around with the metal of his shop. He's very creative and perhaps that's why he is a metal prodigy. He just soaks up information like a sponge, and then puts it to use.


History: He was always a strong and silent child, preferring to hang out and watch the forges than go out to play with the other children. It was no surprise to his parents when he told them he wanted to be a blacksmith. Even though his father had hoped he would have wanted to become a Harper like himself, blacksmith was an honorable profession, and it was what he loved. And he was terribly good at it. So good in fact the called him Sleyer the Metal Prodigy. His master from the hall was soooo proud of him, as where his parents.

When he was half past 16 turns he bought a homey shop and forge. It wasn't too far from his parents, for which they were grateful. Even though he was still a journeyman, he wanted his own place to call home.

When he was 17 he began to hang out with his neighboring craftsman Verdann. He couldn't help liking him, even if they rarely talked. He listened a lot, or they both just relaxed in silence. Somehow, they were good, no, best friends. When he had turned 18 and on his verge of mastery, Verdann had come to talk, and a green dragon landed right beside him knocking him down. When he came closer to see if Verdann was alright the dragon stuck her head in the half door in his shop- her snout a mere few inches from his face. Surprisingly he didn't flinch. The dragon had decided they were both prime search material for Dark Moon Weyr and wanted them to come with her. Since he was finished with his work, and he knew there may be more at the weyr, he agreed.

Pets: Blue Flitter Egg (unhatched)

Dragon: Bronze Perilth

Dragon Appearance:

Dragon Personality: Your typical stuck up bronze. Perilth has no qualms about stearing his mine in the appropriate manners of being a bronze rider. Meaning he's a giant nag.