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RIDER INFORMATION
Name: L'rir
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual (though he's not past making jokes about 'playing for the other team' to get a rise out of someone)
Rank: Wingrider (after he becomes incapacitated, he tends to be more of a Search rider and general chauffeur, as he's no longer allowed to fight Thread with his injuries)

Physical Description:
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lbs
Hairstyle: Like most dragon riders, L'rir keeps his hair short, keeping it to above his earline. The hair surrounding the burn scars on his face flair up (quite uncontrollably), and are also a lighter tint than the rest of his hair from a bit of distorted pigmentation.
Hair Color: Near Black, with a reddish-brown hint to it.
Eyes: Milk Chocolate brown
Skin Tone: Heavily Tanned (practically Hispanic in tone).
Scars: The right side of L'rir's face, arm, and upper thigh are badly burned from an accident during a practice flight for Thread training. His right-side being dominant, the scars never healed well, and he lost much mobility in his right hand and arm, and can only open his right eye up halfway (not that he can see with it).
Build: Before his accident, he used to be more bulked up with muscle after constant workouts, but has since let it fade. He still keeps in relatively good shape, and has nice toned muscles. His arms are proportionally shorter in compassion to most bodies (though not too terribly noticeable), along with a short torso, so most of his height is in his legs. His fingers are long, and his hands used to have well developed callouses from working with leather (though he has since lost the ability).
Voice: A baritone-bass that tends to be light-hearted in speech, and heavy in laughter.

Personality: L'rir is a guy who tries not to let things bother him, and always looks at the cup half full (although if it's a cup of klah, he'll down that half and have another!). He takes everything in stride, both the good and the bad. Rather than feeling sorry for himself after the accident, he merely uses it to tell the young Weyrlings, "This is what not to do." Life is meant to be lived, and to truly live you need to enjoy life; this is the personal philosophy he lives by.
He always tries to keep a smile on his face, since, from his experience, it's infectious. If he sees people looking down in the dumps, he feels compelled to cheer them up. How he goes about it, is another matter. Half the time he attempts to make them laugh, the other half he makes some asinine jokes or comments to get a rise out of the person (and, well, if he can even seize the chance to get a rise out of a person, no matter what the circumstance, he'll probably take advantage of it). Whether or not the recipient realizes that L'rir just helped them get out of their stupor, having got their mind off their troubles usually offers them a bit of relief, even if only temporary.
L'rir's always been self-sufficient, trying to do everything for himself by himself, though now with his right arm the way it is, he's had to learn to accept a helping hand when he needs it (but he'd sooner be scored by Thread than use that sharding cane the Healers are always pushing on him!). He hates when people try to fuss over him because of the accident, and is constantly telling people he's already put it behind him so there's no need to fret. The rider who had burned him was constantly fussing over him and his injuries during the healing process, and finally L'rir couldn't take it anymore and punched him with his left fist and proclaimed, "There! Now we're even." They've been friends ever since.
Despite his normally jovial outlook on life, there are still times when he feels a pain in his chest seeing people looking at his grotesque scars and being disgusted. He waves it off, saying they're not even people to be bothered with if they can't get past his physical appearance, but it still does hurt...He also regrets that he'll never get to fight Thread when it comes. Whenever he starts feeling too depressed though, he'll go find the nearest water source and dunk his head in it to clear it of anymore bad thoughts.

History: Linrir grew up in Southern Boll Hold before he was Searched. A rather bustling community in the warmer climate, he often helped tend the massive amounts of crops that grew there, it being only natural since his folks and eight other siblings did the same. With Southern Boll being one of the major Holds, the sight of dragons landing to talk with the Lord Holder wasn't uncommon, but when Blue Ildath and his rider T'kim Searched him as being worthy of standing on the Sands at hatching, neither he nor his family could quite believe it. At 13 Turns, he first stood on the Sands, only to be rejected for the next multitude of Hatchings.

For the Turns before his Impression, he was bound and determined to attend every hatching until someone kicked him out of the Weyr. In the meantime, he kept himself in shape in preparation, and started learning from some of the senior dragon riders about the Leathercraft needed to provide for your own dragon. He also built himself a little reputation as a prankster and 'class clown'. For the other candidates he got to know over the Turns, he was always there to console them when they didn't Impress, giving encouraging words like, "Your dragon's just making wait is all!" or "So you think you're good enough to Impress, do ya? *head locks and rumbles with*"
It wasn't until he was 18 that he finally impressed his Brown, Toreth, and became L'rir.

Sadly, during a routine training exercise to practice battling Thread that would soon be upon Pern, just a few Turns after he'd been appointed to a Fighting Wing, he made a serious miscalculation. When going between to avoid some "Thread", he and Toreth reappeared right behind another clump of "Thread", which a Bronze had just started to flame. They didn't have time to maneuver completely out of the way, and both dragon and rider were burned on their right sides. Toreth managed to turn to take the brunt of the attack away from his beloved rider, and ended up with his right shoulder, neck, and face badly scorched. They immediately returned to their Weyr, having enough sense through the pain to get where someone could help them. L'rir felt Toreth's pain more than his own, and desperately called out to the minds of other dragons to send help before he fell into unconsciousness from the pain while riding over the Weyr.

Over the next few weeks, L'rir only remembered waking up, screaming in pain, his body burning with a sensation unlike he'd ever felt in his life, before falling away from consciousness once again. About a month after the incident, he was finally able to stay awake. Still in great pain, the first conscious thought was to call out to his Toreth and pray for an answer back. Toreth gently answered him back, and L'rir weeped out of his left eye in relief. He learned from the Healers and apprentices that soon after coming out of between above the Weyr, Toreth's wings gave out over the Bowl, but luckily, before he fell too far, a Bronze and Brown dragon assisted him down to the ground. L'rir made a mental note to find those two dragons later and thank them.

L'rir was constantly bandaged, numbweeded, fellis juiced, and bedridden for the better part of a few months, with the Healers constantly berating him when he tried to get out of bed. More than anything he wanted to be close to Toreth in this time of great pain, for he could feel his life partner's pain as well. Although it's not uncommon for riders or dragons to get a bit bashed around during training exercises, L'rir and Toreth's injuries were particularly bad. Neither had full function of their right eyes or arms anymore, due to the laceration of the tendons from the searing heat of the burn (L'rir often jokes that they have matching scars), and with an eye incapacitated, it made Toreth unable to take part in the Fighting Wing anymore, as he'd be useless in real Threadfall.

For quite a while, L'rir became addicted to the numbing Fellis Juice. When he realized this, he suffered through the worst of the pain, telling the Healers to not give him anymore, no matter how much he wanted. Stopping cold turkey, and through stubbornness and sheer force of will, he was able to overcome it (that and dunking his head in water whenever he felt the urge to have more helped considerably in keeping his sanity). Emotional support from his friends and Toreth comforted him through the whole ordeal, though if anyone got too sappy he made sure to tell them that was enough of that (with a wink of course). He also once entertained the thought that his brown Toreth just might catch a Queen one day, although it was quite a miraculous occurrence, but those far-fetched fantasies were quickly dashed during his recovery period. Still, once he was well enough to walk (at least by his standards, the Healers practically had to tie him to his bed), he spent most of his time recovering near his Toreth, wanting to share the pain they both felt.

Even Turns after the accident, L'rir still walks with a slight limp, and has trouble grasping small items with his right hand (much less doing any intricacies with it). With his right side being dominant, it took a bit of physical therapy to get used to using his left hand, and even now he can't use it as well as he used to with his right (though he has gotten considerably better). He still has great trouble with tasks that require two hands, even simple tasks like peeling vegetables is beyond him, and he can't lift anything with his right arm. His injuries make it impossible for him to move his right arm backwards behind him, higher than a 45 degree angle in front of him, and he cannot bend his elbow more than 90 degrees. He does still retain a degree of mobility in twisting his wrist, but that's about the extent of what his right arm can do. Periodically the pain in his leg will flair up and he requires a cane to walk properly (which he loathes, and would rather walk through the pain than have to rely on the cane...which always gets him smacked by the Healers when he comes crying to them later...). The loss of his right eye has also hampered his judgment in distance, since he can now only see 2D. Years of living with two eyes, he can usually assume how close or far away something is, but there has been more than one occasion where he's run into a wall, or had a shoulder clip a doorway.

Pets: N/A

Other/Talents: Sometimes, when chauffeuring Lord Holders or those of high rank, because of past scorn, he'll wear a large eye patch that encompasses most of the right side of his head. He started doing this after punching a Lord Holder's heir for insulting him and his dragon (The heir was in the wrong, calling it beneath him to be carried by such 'malformed creatures').

Picture: L'rir

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Toreth
Color: Brown
Physical Description: Toreth is a Dark Tawny Brown (Ala this color swatch, #1160), with slightly lighter colored legs and V marking on his forehead. He also has slightly darker spotted dappling on his back. Toreth has burn scars from the accident along the right side of his face, neck, and shoulder/arm area, with his right eye being unusable, and scared over).
Personality: Toreth tends to be a very vocally expressive dragon, crooning loudly when L'rir oils him, roaring when excited, yawning loudly when tired, the list goes on. He seems to have the same sense of humor as his rider, often shadowing L'rir's laughter with his own deep, gutteral chortling. Even when he doesn't understand what's so amusing, he's just happy when L'rir's happy. Toreth also has a bit of a temper when it comes to other humans bullying his rider (mostly those that scorn L'rir's appearance), and asks L'rir if he can flame them. L'rir always shrugs off his dragons threats, telling him they're not worth his flame, and consoles him by saying that they'll probably get Threadscored when Thread finally returns. L'rir always appreciates his life partner's protective concern, and Toreth gets much self satisfaction out of guarding him (however ineffective or unneeded as it may be).
Toreth enjoys rolling around on Ista's sandy beaches, and splashing water on any passerby (a habit he probably picked up from L'rir). Whenever L'rir walks around outside the Weyr, Toreth usually follows him around like a puppy dog, just enjoying their time together. And though he may never tell L'rir, one of the few memories etched into his Long Term memory was of their recovery period together. He felt closer to L'rir then more than another other time in his life, which filled him with incredible bliss.
Other: Like L'rir, after the accident, Toreth also has some limited mobility in his right arm and neck. He can't turn his head left very far past dead center, and can't fully raise, nor fully extend his right arm, forcing him to walk with a slightly awkward gait.
Also, if I can ask, I'd like for Toreth's right side to be showing on his picture (I'm willing to pay an extra amount for having the burn scars on there :3), although if you'd rather not, it's perfectly understandable!

(as a note: Princess_Feylin and I have discussed RP plots together, and, when her Ennrik Impresses [whenever that may be XD], he will become the dragon rider who burned L'rir [which means whatever color he Impresses will be substituted for the 'bronze']. So in the beginning he will not start out with the scars, but will get them after Ennrik starts training with firestone :3 [his history and everything was made before Fey volunteered to be the guilty-conscienced dragon rider, and we both felt it'd be fun to RP their disaster-turned-friendship out!])

Concept withdrawn because I hold the thread manager position.

((Part of this concept does involve alchohol, which I have seen in a number of fan creations for Pern, but I haven't read the books recently enough to know how cannon it is. Most cultures develop some form of this however, so I figured it might work.
I'm open for help or critique though. C_C))
RIDER INFORMATION
Name: S'kagi
Age: 25
Sex:Male
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Wing Rider/Wing Leader(?) (not necessary, just tossing stuff around)
Physical Description: A tall, strong man with hazel eyes and an outdoor tan, who wears his black hair somewhat long, and tends to habitually half hide behind it. While handsome enough, mostly by merit of the intensity of his gaze and an room warming smile, he's tendency to try and hide his looks comes from the scaring down one side of his face. Not from thread, but from a sharp edged surface that cut ragged lines into his skin. He allows himself this behavior only during times when not preparing for flight, however, firmly tying back his hair into a tail or a short braid to allow himself visibility at other times.
Personality: For someone as interested in concealing his 'misspent youth' as much as he is, S'kagi is happy enough to joke around, and sometimes flirt lightly with a pretty girl, but is equally capable of knuckling down and being serious, planning for thread fall or making sure that riders with their particular temperaments and skills are arranged to try and cover for each others flaws as best as possible, to try and make sure everyone can stay in the air and fighting for the next round, though in private he occasionally displays a faint touch of melancholy, usually not for long, and often chews on his lip where one of the scars reaches all the way to the edge.
History: Born in an crafting hall, and raised mostly by his mother and uncle, S'kagi (Saekagi then) didn't know his father, who had reportedly vanished when he was too young to remember, though rumor had it that he had gone out with his wife and failed to return with her before a thread fall. She returned, but he was never seen again. Even more rumors abounded about how this could have happened abound, though S'kagi knows his father was prone to drink, and that his mother spoke of him with a quiet rage. He didn't spend much thought on this through childhood, searched early, he took to the idea of being -anything- but a crafter. Intelligent and skilled, but a bit unguided, he slowly fell into somewhat of a rougher crowd among the candidates, and shortly after he impressed, things came to a boil.
Having escaped duties long enough to decide they had the time to celebrate, S'kagi and the others got their hands, by hook, by crook, and any other form of coercion they could manage, on alchohol, and in layman's terms: Got themselves roaring drunk.
If there were any truth in the rumors about S'kagi's father, S'kagi's own behavior certainly gave them validation. He cornered a young girl in the dining halls, coming on to her crudely, and when she tried to get away, grabbed a hold of her. The resultant struggle was short, but memorable. S'kagi's superior power broke the girls arm, and in her panic, she smashed a porcelain cup and used a shard of it to cut open his face in several panicked cuts. Sobered by shock and pain, S'kagi let her go, and spent the next few weeks being treated for his injuries, and in a lot of trouble for his behavior.
Since that time he has never touched another drop of alchohol, and still harbors guilt over his actions, afraid he might someday repeat them. Seeking some measure of redemption in his own eyes, he threw himself into his training with a much greater zeal, striving to become the best rider and potentially best leader in the Weyr.
His bond with his dragon, was even more strongly solidified by the incident, and in spite of dragons semi short memory, both still remember the promise Coriath made to his rider.
"We'll make it better. We'll make it better together."
Pets:
Other/Talents: S'kagi has some extremely rusty skills with weaving, and somewhat less rusty skills at social dancing (for fun), and some poor skills at trying to occasionally jury rig things around his weyr, which occasionally results in new lectures from someone who recognizes the mess he can make.
Picture: (if you have one)

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Coriath
Color: Brown or Bronze. (I'm so specific)
Physical Description: A moderate sized dragon of his type, Coriath has darker 'brindle' patterns (tiger like stripes) over most of his head, neck, back and tail, and slightly lighter patches on his lower chin, which his rider occasionally jokes makes him look as though he were sloppy while eating or drinking.
Personality: Coriath is S'kagi's grounding point, confident and cheerful he keeps S'kagi from descending into black moods, and harasses him occasionally until he relaxes his persistent hold on guilt, and the two of them often share a good chuckle at one in joke or another. He loves to fly, and loves to be social with other dragons, and encourages his rider to continue to do the same with other riders. Like his rider he is also capable of being serious, and bull stubborn when he puts his mind to a task, even if it's just rolling S'kagi out of bed in the morning.
Other: Can't think of anything. C_C

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: V'nix (Venix)
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Dragonrider (Wing Second)
Physical Description: V'nix has light hazel eyes and dark brown hair. He is visibly tanned. He has high cheekbones and an aquiline nose. He is 5'11", with a slim build (which makes him look a little taller) and tends to dress well.

Personality: V'nix is not the nicest person. Often judgmental, and possessing an acid tongue, he often has little snide asides that he generally holds back (unless he's certain to avoid trouble). He has no issues with pulling rank, and manipulating situations to go his way. He is a perfectionist, and takes immaculate care of himself and his dragon, and views anyone who does not have his sense of cleanliness as lazy (and probably stupid). To those in authority, V'nix is a details man. He always catches every nuance of failure in his wingmates, and has no qualms about correcting them. He is driven and ambitious, but calculating. To those around him, he tends to be somewhat distant, cold and sarcastic. Some people are drawn to him - usually those who admire his work ethic - and he tolerates their presence so long as they can tolerate him mocking them once in a while. The only thing he has a soft spot for is his dragon, whom he lavishes attention and praise onto most constantly.

History: Born in Ista Weyr, V'nix learned the power of sucking up quite early. He was the tattler, the ruiner of fun, and that kid who always got away with things. When he got older, he used his foster mother's emotional blindness to his advantage and was something of a bully for quite a few years.

When he turned 14 he was permitted to walk the sands for the first time. Determined to Impress a Bronze (what else was worth his time?) he ended up without a dragon for a record 14 clutches (and he was 17 turns old). Finally, during the Hatching he Impressed, the very first Bronze head that poked out of an egg he stormed up to, radiating his requirements, and quite shocked at the intensity of the man standing before him, the little Bronze looked to him immediately.

Since then, he immersed himself in all things dragon - determined to be perfect, and pushing himself to the limit, he practiced with his dragon most constantly. With the shifting upwards of all the wings to make room for the huge amount of riders, he was chosen to be a Wing Second only after 4 years of riding. He has not moved up since due to his Wingleader knowing better - he doesn't want V'nix driving the whole wing the way he drives himself.

As Seveth has not flown a queen, V'nix has not had any type of serious relationship. He has had sex with quite a few women of the lower caverns (mostly due to mating-flight passion), but never has he managed to (or really wanted to) tie himself down.

Pets: None.
Other/Talents:
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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Seventh
Color: Bronze

Physical Description: His belly and paws, alar digits and the tips of his nose and tail are nearly blue-greenish, and gradually gradates to nearly goldish on his knobs, wingsails and the upper half of his body. His eyes are also outlined in dark blue-green.

Personality: A little dour and serious, he does his best to keep V'nix grounded. He too, is something of a perfectionist (though not an egotist like his rider) and is very willing to teach the dragons he helps to lead with far kinder words than V'nix would use. He acts as a type of filter to V'nix's acid manner. He has nothing but love for his rider, and knowing his opinion matters to the man, helps V'nix tone himself down when he is in a particularly viscous mood.

Other: He has participated in mating flights, but has never caught a queen.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name:Gavriel
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: wingrider
Physical Description: Gavriel is short (under 5 feet tall) pale skinned, on the skinny side with small breasts and slim hips. She has wide blue eyes that make her look even younger than she really is and very, very hard to comb slightly wavy bright red hair. It used to be long, almost to the small of her back once, but she couldn't handle it so she cut it short. The result frames her face rather unevenly in what could be a boy's cut, some of which often falls over her right eye and sometimes covers that side of her face. She has a triangular face, with fine features. She has a slightly one-sided smile with straight, slightly vulpine teeth. She slouches often, looks like a boy in the flight suit or in bulky or loose clothing. She prefers to wear loose tops in bright colors very often, dressing up only for formal occasions.

Personality: Gavriel's a bookish, obsessive compulsive, artist. She's a bit absent minded when not focused on something and tends to have a one track mind, forgetting anything NOT related to what she's doing at the moment. Gavriel is very motivated by how much she likes people. She tends to 'put down roots' and when she finds a place, a niche or a job she likes doing, she will generally stick to what she knows, rather than look for another job or place. She loves tales, myths, legends and stories of all sorts. On foot, she has a BAD sense of direction. She's not good at talking to new people and she tends to get flustered around sexy men. She may blurt out things when around aforementioned sexy men. She thinks females are sexy too and eyes them quite often, but doesn't get as flustered around them as she does around the men. Probably because she can eye them more without being called a pervert. Also, she can get away with being physically affectionate with them because she IS female and generally women don't expect to be oggled by pervy women. She hates it when people look down on her and tease her,and is not good at taking a joke. She occasionally comes across to others as rude and obnoxious even if she doesn't mean to be. She tries to be honorable, even if a bit literal-minded. She prefers to take a back role in things because the spotlight freaks her out. She holds long grudges at people who hurts her or her friends and family, believes people she loves can do no wrong (unless she is irrefutably proven wrong) and is protective of what's hers.

History: Gavriel had a perfectly normal life, was born the only child to a pair of journeymen. Her father was a metalworker, her mother was a weaver with some healing skills. She liked where she was but showed no skill with either metalwork or weaving and so could not inherit either of their crafts. This was... somewhat disappointing to her parents. She learned to sew, but not enough to go into the making of tapestries, and she was too lazy to embroider for anyone but herself. She could cook only simple things and while she actually DID try to learn first aid, her herb-craft was made of fail. That pretty much vetoed those possible careers. She was fond of reading old tales but her voice was NOT good enough to be a harper and she had no skills with musical instruments. Another craft she couldn't learn. At one time she wanted to be a merchant. Unfortunately she wasn't up to the kind of mathematical skill it would take to keep track of the multiple transactions it would take to run a profitable business. After a number of years it was fairly obvious that her primary skill was in the painting of portraits or landscapes. She took commissions as often as she could but the pickings were slim. And as for marriage... She wasn't curvy enough to get a mate based on her looks alone and she wasn't in a craft that would have brought a large profit to her prospective hubby. Plus she liked loose clothing to paint in, and sometimes was rather forgetful about washing off the pain after a session. That pretty much meant that she wasn't presentable to men very often. Added to her tendency to say the wrong things at the wrong time... Was not good for her chances.

In her 17th year, a gold egg was laid and dragonriders came looking for candidates. Gav had no idea what the heck happened, one moment she was painting someone, the next, there was a commotion, rapid-fire conversations she couldn't keep up with, and she was being tugged off by an insistent dragonrider to see the weyr, and feeling thoroughly miserable because of the extreme cold of between. Her first words where "WHAT THE -censored!-?!"
She was bundled up, cleaned up, surprising some unfortunate people with her gender and pushed onto the sands as soon as she was clean (and miserable).

Her parents were somewhat surprised that she'd gone missing and wondered where she'd gone... it didn't take them long to figure out that she'd been taken on search, but given Gav was rather unfeminine, they assumed she had no chance of impressing the gold and either would be back soon, or would be off in the weyr, possibly getting a husband. If the former, she'd be home, if the latter, she'd at least give them grandkids.

As things stood, she didn't expect to impress at all. It was a thorough surprise when she did impress... and to a BOY dragon at that.

She thought he was the most adorable little thing EVER. That pretty much changed as he grew bigger and bigger and she learned he ate like a... well dragon. @_@

She still thinks he's adorable though. Even if he IS a food hog.

Pets: She has a small kitten (description pending) and eventually wants to get a firelizard. She hopes for a blue or a green.

Other/Talents: She paints, she draws very well, (particularly the pictures of naked ladies). She can sew a little. She can embroider if she's prepared to spend a LONG TIME on it. She can do a little first aid. She can cook simple things. She cannot sing, she cannot dance, she cannot play instruments. She cannot make medicines. She cannot make leatherworks.

She's fond of bright colors, long, loose clothing, fireworks, soft fluffy things and cute things. She likes her bed to be as soft as possible.

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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Merth
Color: blue
Physical Description: Merth is smallish for his breed, built more for speed and evasion than strength. His hide is softly shaded from aqua (face, shoulders, thighs) to peacock blue (most of his body), and finally a rich royal blue at the bottom of his legs, the edges of his wing membranes and the tip of his tail. His underbelly is sky blue. Wing membranes are turquoise. He is brightly colored. His wings are slightly bigger than would be proportional to his body.

Personality: He's normally very lazy. His favorite activities are being pampered, sunbathing, flying and eating. He dislikes things that smack of dishonorable behavior. He's overprotective of Gav because she's his rider and from his point of view, she's too tiny to be fighting. He's somewhat spoiled and tends to be curious about human food. He likes attention, he likes petting and he likes compliments. He... preens... when complimented.

Other: He likes shiny things and brightly colored things very much.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: A'lua (( Annilua ))
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual, About 49% towards women and 51% towards men.
Rank: Wingrider
Physical Description: Only reaching around 5'9" in height, with a lean body and wavy lighter brown hair color that reaches her lower back. Her eyes are a steel blue in color, but due to an injury caused by a young Z'reth, her right eye has a partial brown discoloration from a blood stain within her iris. (( Reference: X ))
She has a rather pixie-looking face, with a small nose and elongated face. Her lips look inflated, almost too big for her face although her mouth itself is small. She has small, faint scars along her neck, around her right eye, chin, and the top if her chest, although they have become hardly noticeable due to her light skin tone.

Personality: Although she's outgoing, she doesn't like talking to new people very much, and becomes very nervous around them. She doesn't speak unless she's asked a direct question, aware of the fact her voice is deep enough to shock the other person with the harshness of it's tone.
She isn't the type to fight, and would rather walk away than try to fight someone. However, if it's the life of someone she cares deeply for that's in trouble, she'll gladly suffer all the pain in the world to protect them.

History: She grew up in a large family, including 6 brothers and 4 sisters. As the 2nd oldest child, she helped her older sister take care of the younger children, especially since her mother would get sick quite often due to a weak immune system.
In truth, her attendance to a hatching hadn't been expected, as she'd only noticed a small crowd when getting food and followed along to investigate. She quickly found herself shoved to the front of the nervous crowd when one of the eggs had begun to crack, and she fell on her stomach due to a forceful shove. She looked up just as the hatchling's leg kicked out of his shell, drawing blood with his sharp claws. The crowd was quick in getting her much-needed medical attention, but only after seeing she had managed to impress the young blue hatchling.

Although he had caused her quite a bit of damage, the thought of rejecting Z'reth never crossed her mind. In fact, she defended him when he was bad-mouthed, even though she knew nothing about riders or dragons, as she'd never been taught anything from her mother or siblings.

Pets: N/A
Other/Talents: N/A
Picture: ( None, sorry! )

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name:Z'reth
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Closer to a light average in body size, his color is closer the darker side of the blue spectrum, his scales a midnight blue along his spine, which gradually fades to an alice blue on his underbelly and legs. Other than that, his only other distinguishable color is the dab of periwinkle on the end of his snout. (Color References: X )

Personality: Easily upset or excited, he tries to be cautious of every lifeform that he comes in contact with, no matter the shape or size. Despite this defensive and slightly aggressive behavior, he wouldn't do anything that would upset A'lua, the idea of making her cry or upset almost a bad omen to him after what he'd already done.

Other: He has no recollection of the accident between himself and A'lua, although it gave them a strong bond.

RIDER INFORMATION

Name: K'Fer

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Rank: Wingrider

Physical Description: K'fer never gained the muscle mass most boys get when they reach puburty, so he's still fairly skinny for his age though height quickly caught up to the lad and forced him to a height of about 5' 10". To avoid having to worry about his hair and the constantly messy state it gets in after wearing riding gear, he had decided to shave his head bald. His orginal hair coloring of light brown shows through the goatee he decided to grow. (K'fer figured it'd make him look a little more "manly") Finally, standing out on fair skin (he burns rather than tans) he has a tattoo of Nelth on his right arm.

Personality: K'fer is fairly easy-going and a friendly person, supportive of his comrades but doesn't favor fighting unless the situation absolutely calls for it.
He's really social and, despite the depression that plagued him in his early years, K'fer is cheerful and has a smile on his face constantly.

History: K'fer doesn't actually remember much beyond the three years before he Impressed; the only thing he does remember is waking up among the Healers tending to various injuries ranging from scratches and bite to the head wound and the wound that cut across his right eye. Being only eight Turns at the time, the empty space in his mind and the loss of sight in his right eye sent the young lad into a small depression; it took a Weapons Master to smack the boy back into reality with harsh words of lecture about dwelling in the past and taking him in as a temporary apprentice. Eventually, bits and pieces came back as the days and weeks passed; first his name and then little things (visions of wagons and traveling) made then young lad think he was born among the Traders...or maybe he was simply traveling with them on that day?

Soon, he placed the blank space behind him and began to make new memories. His adoptive mother worked in the kitchens of the Weyr and showed him how to combine various food stuffs to make meals. His adoptive father showed him various arts ranging from metal-workings to wood and stone working. About two Turns came and went and everything was fairly peaceful in the Weyr (aside from the usual chaos that was within it's stone walls).

Now, at the time, K'fer never had the intentions nor the inkling that he would be able to Impress a dragon or that he would even be CHOSEN as a candidate. But somewhere, someone clearly thought he had the requirements...then next thing he knew, the Queen had laid a clutch and the whole Weyr was celebrating. The eggs hardened and the children were brought before the eggs as they began to crack while the Dragonriders and others lined the walls above the hot sands. K'fer stayed near the back of the group as various Greens, Browns, and a few Bronzes Impressed. As the Hatching neared it's end, a Blue broke through it's shell and, after staggering to gain it's balance, looked around with the air of a warrior-to-be with his head held up proudly on a thick neck. The next thing he knew, the hatchling barreled straight through the group of white-clad boys and knocked K'fer to the ground, eyes swirling a blue/green as their link formed. The two soon became inseperable, as do most of the Riders, and the long days of training began.

Pets: K'fer has a dog back at the Weyr that's been with him for a good couple of years.

Other/Talents: Wood and stone craving are particular talents of his; he uses these to vent stress after a difficult mission or a long day instead of going to spar with someone. He can also cook food (Big surprise, neh?) but often burns the meal if he gets distracted.

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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Nelth
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Nelth is a dark navy-blue color with stripes of an ice-blue running down from the base of his neck to the top of his tail. On his muzzle, legs and wings, he has scars scattered across his body from the various fights he had picked or got involved in since he hatched, all ranging from small to large.
Personality: Nelth is a natural-born warrior. He enjoys sparring to lounging around and doing nothing. When Thread doesn't threaten, he can be found flying around the Weyr or dragging K'fer off to who-knows-where.
Other: Nelth enjoys watching the humans train while occasionally commenting on how different they are on foot than in the air.