Name: Lerenel
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Rank: Wher-Candidate (Squire stage?)
Appearance:
Lerenel has a naturally tanned skin tone, thick brown-black hair that he keeps neat and trim. His nose is slightly too large, his lips slightly too small, to be quite handsome. He does have large, bright-brown eyes that are a redeeming feature to his face. He stands at a respectable 5'11". Like many of his Weyr-resident peers, he has a strong, muscular body, made fit by daily chores and the desire to be the best of his wher-candidate friends.
Also like many of his Weyr-bred friends, Lerenel has never had a great deal of marks to be able to afford clothes to offer him a sense of personal style. He is humble enough and naturally accustomed enough to the idea of hand-me-downs and making the best out of what one has that he's never even considered trying to step up his appearance to impress. What he has is clean and well-mended, still worn and patched. No one would mistake him for being more than what he is.
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History:
Lerenel is a son to rider G'lin and baker Neressa. She was practically a child herself at the time of Lerenel's birth, and G'lin had little to do with either pair, unless he was again taking advantage of Neressa's overly idealistic and romantic ideas. Lerenel grew up more in the creche than he did in his mother's house, and certainly only saw his father from afar.
And at first, it would seem that Lerenel was headed for a life just like all the other kids with overly romantic mothers who thought they could have a few children with a dragonrider to gain their forever-affections. Lerenel was a happy, healthy child, eager play and please, and falling very easily into being herded in a crowd. Herded he was, along with his younger siblings, in the creche. He grew and learned with his peers without incident, up until he was barely 6 turns of age, and the horrible dragon plague struck.
Suddenly, Lerenel had a present father. And the young child didn't question it, or his father's changeable moods. He gleefully embraced that, and proudly withstood all the tauntings and jeers caused by his pride and announcements of having a great-daddy who would never, ever get sick EVER. Perhaps having a little bit of his mother's stubborn romantic idealism in him, when people began to murmur about his father recovering and the man started to disappear again, Lerenel waited and watched, made a plan, and followed through with it. At 9 turns, Lerenel announced himself as Fabrenth's personal groomer, and stubbornly set about making sure that it was accepted NO MATTER WHAT. Again, Lerenel endured jeers, taunts, and whispers, and this time from the adults too.
But G'lin found it amusing. Though Lerenel knew through the conversations and tears that G'lin was in no way loyal to his mother, the man hung around for meals and amusement, and struck a deal that he'd reserve time every third off-day for the boy to complete his grooming responsibilities.
** Clung to family after the plague. Oldest son going into wher-training because of him.
Dragon/Wher
Name: Fabrenth
Age: 34 (Born 169, to Sereveth)
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