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Are you torn between really wanting a hatchling to grow adorably and getting that rider you just have to have? Do you not want to take the chance with your character? Do they have to have the color you want? Then this is your chance! April presents you the chance to custom your hatchling into a clutch. Essentially, that means that you'll get to participate in the Hatching and get an adorable little baby, but it will be entirely custom. On the flip side, you will NOT be getting a dragon with the personality designed by me/the staff, and you won't be getting those super long cool PMs we send everyone.

Customs are 50k this round, because they are growing.

Remember that you cannot custom a gold dragon. Everything else is up to
you, but we are more likely to pick characters that are not only plausible and
well-written, but interesting, too. Good luck to all that participate!

Also, your rider would come in as a Candidate if you win the custom, so bear that in mind in regards to age and what not. Good luck. <3

This contest closes next Saturday.

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RIDER INFORMATION
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DRAGON INFORMATION
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RIDER INFORMATION

Name: Talar

Age: 17 Turns

Sex: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual, possibly bisexual

Rank: Jr. Weyrling

Physical Description: Being neither tall and thin or short and stout, Talar falls somewhere around average height, and perhaps carries just a tad of extra weight. Still, she finds plenty to be vain about, chief of which is her hair. Long, straight, and bright red, she usually wears it down in a set of two carefully plaited braids resting over her shoulders. Her eyes are brown, and often contain a look that says very plainly ‘yes, I AM better than you’. Her mouth is small and a bit on the pouty side, and her complexion is fair with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Personality: Talar has led a rather comfortable life, and it shows. With a haughty know-it-all attitude, she has few friends and is perfectly happy that way. Rude and fairly obnoxious, it’s a damn good thing that she’s skilled with a loom, or she would have been kicked out on her behind faster than a Flitt could gobble down a bite of food. It would be nice if it could be said that beneath her harsh exterior was a more kind and gentle Talar, but that is simply not true. Confident and comfortable in her place as a star weaver, it would take some life-changing to make Talar see the error of her isolating ways. As she stands though, she is quite content to be just as she is now, a hard-headed and rather self-absorbed teenager.

History: The only child of a wealthy merchant father and a doting mother, Talar was raised in a loving home with plenty of material things, which might just be the root of her bratty attitude. Given all the time in the world to indulge herself, Talar chose to excel in her education in hopes of being able to continue her opulent lifestyle. Finding that she had a talent for weaving after several tries at trying to pick the craft that will vault her to stardom, she convinced her parents to let her attempt to make her living as a weaver, and is now spending her time honing her craft and gossiping with the few minions friends she manages to keep around.

Pets: None

Other/Talents: Very talented at weaving and can be quite charming with words when she wants to be.

Picture: Sketch by Shariea, colors by Graph | Headshot by Azumi

DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Amaranth

Color: Green

Physical Description: The egg is of a normal size, the smooth shell a light pastel green, with varying shades of darker green forming splotchy patches and 'stripes' along the surface, much like a koi fish.

Personality: Amaranth is, in essence, the complete antitheses to Talar. Where her rider is haughty and, dare we say, a bit of a b***h, Amaranth is far more good-natured, and perhaps a little more high-strung. Constantly on the move, this Green just loves to chatter at anyone who can listen about anything that she sees, such as that colorful little bug she just got done chasing and oh my! Wasn't it just adorable that she was a Green, and Talar was wearing a green shirt? Underneath all that idle chatter though lies a dragon who sincerely loves her rider, and would do anything at all to ensure her happiness except give her some peace and quiet, because it's simply horrible how often Mine is alone, and everyone should be able to enjoy her presence! As much of an annoyance Amaranth's high energy might be to Talar, it makes her an eager participant during training exercises and serves as an excellent foil to Talar's more abrasive personality traits.

Other: Amaranth is not exactly the kind of dragon that Talar was imagining when she was brought to Ista Weyr with the possibility of Impressing, and as such, at first she may act ungrateful about her Green, but in the end, the plan is to have Talar and Amaranth come to depend upon one another and form a close bond that not even Talar herself may not understand the inner workings of.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Conomor
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Orientation: Hetrosexual
Rank: Weyrbrat / candidate
Physical Description: Conomor is of middling height for his age, strongly built and darkly tanned. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, steadily calculating and full of quiet confidence in himself. His hair is black and usually worn in corn rows that fall to a little past jaw length. When it is loose, his hair is thick, coarse and straight. He usually dresses in shades of black and grey, and everything he owns is practical. He is not handsome, but his bulk and the self assurance with which he carries himself ensure that he is seldom overlooked for being plain once he has been picked out of a crowd.

Personality: Conomor is confident, near impossible to rattle and quietly intelligent. He respects only those who he feels have earned his esteem, but is sensible enough to be polite to and quietly obey those above him even if he doesn’t think they deserve their position. This said, he will questions orders he finds truly foolish without fear of the consequences. By and large, he prefers being a leader over being a follower but when he is unfamiliar with a situation or task he is quite happy to step back and let someone else take over, and learn about whatever it is by watching them.

He is unshakably loyal to his friends, but often has trouble letting go of a grudge no matter how petty it might be. Not given to witty repartee his dislike is shown bluntly, usually either by ignoring the offending party or by simply telling them to go away and let him be. He is as blunt with his friends as he is with his foes, and has lost one or two over the years thanks to his tendency not to take their side if he feels they were in the wrong, and or to tell them plainly when they’re being stupid. This said, he is also very honest and open with praise and affection; honesty in word and deed is one of the cornerstones of his life.

He is fond of reading almost anything he can get hold of, and spends much of his free time absorbed in scrolls. When he isn’t lost in learning however, he enjoys the company of others. He is happy just to listen if someone has something interesting to say, and equally he is happy to chat to almost anyone. Small-talk however isn’t exactly his strong suit, so he isn’t the best at keeping a casual conversation going for long. Due to his strength, a lot of the chores is he assigned involve carrying heavy things around and though he finds such things tedious he accepts that as a weyrbrat such things are his due.


History: Conomor is the son of a male green rider and a female blue rider; the product of a mating flight. Though his parents had no romantic interest in one another at all, when his mother found out she was pregnant they became good friends. As they were close, and wished to remain close to their son, Conomor knows his blood parents better than many do but they do not fill the role of parents for him. The one who does is his foster mother, a mere drudge but a loving, good-humored and hard-working woman with whom he gets along excellently.

Ever since he can remember, Conomor’s life has been centered around his ambition of becoming a dragonrider. To this end, his free time over the years has been dedicated as much to learning all the dragon lore he can as to his friends. He first asked permission to stand for a hatching at fourteen turns - he did not consider himself mature enough before this - but thanks to a series of badly timed illnesses and injuries he has yet to even make it to a Touching. Not to be discouraged, he plans to keep trying until he finally makes it to the hatching sands and finds his dragon.

Pets: Gilden is fairly peaceful for a flit. She investigates new things with interest but doesn't poke her nose where it doesn't belong. She is deeply attached to Conomor and hates to be away from him for longer than it takes her to deliver a message somewhere for him. She is also very protective of him, and anyone who makes him angry can expect to have a red-eyed queen screaming angrily and them. Conomor acquired her egg at a gather in Ista Hold not long ago. The merchant selling a quintet of eggs was wholly unaware of the value of his goods and was asking a mere half mark for each. Conomor was the first to buy one of the eggs, but paid three quarters of a mark rather than a half because he respected the merchant for not raising his prices once he saw how eager people were.

Other/Talents:
~Intelligent and physically powerful.
~ Quote “I might be built like a watch-wher, but that doesn’t mean I think like one.”
~ His journal is here.

Picture: (if you have one)


DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Aroth
Color: brown
Physical Description: White spotted pufferfish

Aroth is grey-brown hued, and a fairly large and stocky dragon for his colour. His back and flanks are quite darkly coloured, but brightened by paler greyish brown spots that are surrounded by very fine rings of very dark grey-brown. These markings cover him from nose to tail-tip; only his wings lack them. His belly is paler than his back, and matches the colour of his spots almost exactly. He carries himself with confidence, more than a little arrogance and almost always appears tensed for action.

Personality: Proud and harsh, Aroth does not suffer fools, or insult to himself or his rider easily. He believes strongly that he and His deserve to go far in life, but more than that he is willing to work hard at achieving greatness rather than waiting for it to drop into his lap. Worth, he says, must always be proven and he spends every day trying to do just that. He has a quick temper, and seemingly slight issues can easily get him riled up and bellowing at the offending party. He is unrepentant for the distress he can cause to the unwary, believing that they just need to toughen up and deal with the roaring at they had coming. Somewhat bullheaded and stubborn, he resents asking for assistance with anything and it takes a lot of persuading from his more sensible rider to make him concede. This trait, however, makes him confident and quick to react in new or unexpected situations; a nice balance to Conomor’s tendency to over think.

Despising laziness, when he is not not doing anything in particular Aroth sits upright with the look of a proud sentinel about him, watching the world around him for threats or opportunities. Being a dragon who loves to prove himself, on adulthood he will chase any female that flies and take it harder than most when he loses out. He has a fairly short memory even for a dragon, often not remembering what happened yesterday, but is bright enough to pick up ideas again very quickly when given a nudge. Perhaps because of this, and slightly surprisingly given his hard nature, he is not much of a grudge-bearer and often mutters to Conomor “Oh let it go Mine, even idiots like him deserve a second chance to prove they’re not entirely stupid.” when he is refusing to let something go. There is, after all, always tomorrow to get angry with them again should they make a repeat offense. Among the traits he shares with his rider are honesty, bluntness, and integrity. Implying that he has ever behaved less than honorably is a sure fire way to get this hot-head snarling.


Other:
~Quote “What? I only shouted at him. Not my fault he’s such a coward he fainted, useless wherryhead.”
~Why Conomor? Aroth needs somebody to reign in his temper in a big way, and Conomor’s calm logical nature is perfectly suited to this formidable task. Admittedly, however, it is Conomor who will need nudges from his dragon to let go of past slights and silly grudges. In addition, Aroth’s complete self-assurance will help Conomor overcome his slight ambivalence towards striving to achieve his full potential, and Aroth’s tendency to act first think later will help him be quicker to decide how to deal with an unfamiliar problem.
~ Why the name? Aroth comes from Arothon Hispidus, the Latin name of the white spotted pufferfish, upon which his colouring is based.
~ On the wing? Sturdy but not fast, Aroth will be able to keep going for hours on end but won’t be winning many speed or agility contests.
~ Pose? Would it be possible to have the tongue-sticky out dragonet edited to lack the tongue look aggressive? If not then rearing/prancing dragonet looking aggressive XD

Name: Anont
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Craft: Vinification
Rank: Apprentice

Physical Description:
Slightly taller than the average height, Anont is a boy that definitely grew into his body- he has a good set of shoulders on him, and a decent strength from carting around wines for his previous master. His hair is a dark black color, ending at a length just under his ears, and his eyes are a very dark brown, borderline black. His face is typically stoic, but when he smiles, he seems the actual age he is (young!) instead of the older man he portrays himself as.

Personality: At the surface, Anont seems particularly cold and distant; he’s not one to go out and make conversation with others. Really, he’s just focused on thinking; about what? Who knows. Typically, he thinks on his job and ways to improve, but he’s acknowledged occasional daydreams about dragons. When he’s caught with this, however, he typically laughs it off and returns to his previous task.

Whatever he’s assigned to do, Anont takes the job incredibly seriously. There’s nothing occurring outside of his job until it’s done, and focus needs to be entirely on the task at hand. Especially in working, Anont isn’t one for conversation; if you try to talk to him, you’ll get a word or two back at best, if not a grunt or total ignorance. But what can you do with a guy that works that hard?

On the rare occasion Anont relaxes, he enjoys simply listening to other people speak, particularly the story tellers. If you manage to catch him at one of these times, he’s much more light-hearted and friendly than on the job. Still not one to make conversation, but he’ll definitely take part in one if somebody addresses him.

History: Anont was raised in a smaller, nearby weyr with his parents, working on an apprenticeship with an old Vintner. In his seventeenth year, when he’d gone out trading with his father, he was searched and seen to be a potential candidate. With that, he packed up his bags and prepared to head to Ista Weyr. He’s lived alone there for some time, though he occasionally makes visits to his home weyr to see his old master and his parents. Even though he doesn’t see them much, he has a good relationship with the ‘folks- his father a trader, and mother a harper. They’ve never been of high standing, they’re simply average people living average lives. That’s why, when their son was searched and had the chance to impress, they were more than thrilled for him to head to Ista to stand.

In recent history, Anont has been stationed at Ista Weyr for about two years, now. He arrived just after his seventeenth birthday, due to work in Vinification and on his parents approval on standing; he’s aware that he’s not the most likely candidate to impress, but he hopes for it dearly. (Not that he’d ever admit it, however. While he hopes to impress a dragon of his own, he wouldn’t be devastated if he didn’t.) Should he not impress, he would likely remain at Ista Weyr as a Vintner.

Pets: None
Other/Talents: His friends and family say that he's a decent cook, but thus far, he hasn't opened up to anyone about it. Otherwise, nothing particularly special about him. Joe average, reporting for duty.
Picture: (if you have one) None. Coming soon?

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Baalith
Color: Brown
Physical Description: Copperband Butterfly Fish: My interpretation is an ordinary brown color for usual hide, with a slightly dark-orange (Sienna? I'm not that great on color names) stripe where the fish's stripes naturally are. The spot would be an extremely dark brown spot.

Build-wise, he's more long and lean than big and burly. He stands at a smaller shoulder-height than most of his brown brethren, but has a slight advantage length-wise. What this boy lacks in pure, physical strength, he makes up for in speed.

Personality: Chatty Cathy, it's a pleasure to meet you. Baalith has an overstimulated sense of curiosity; he can't keep his nose out of other people (or dragons, really)'s business, and is just DYING to know what's going on. Whether it's going up to someone and prying his way in, or pestering his rider till he caves in and speaks for him, it's Baalith is driven by the idea that if his questions aren't answered, he'll NEVER find out what he missed.

It takes a LOT to get Baalith down and out. Even if he makes a mistake, it's more of the idea "alright, THAT went wrong. ...What crazy idea can I try next?" Because of this, Baalith's probably going to face a lot of trouble- inhibitions don't limit this little guy. If he gets an idea, he's going for it!

The one upside of Baalith's crazy questions is his outstanding memory- every little thing he picks up, he seems to carry with him. This may, however, be able to be seen as a bad thing- any little detail you say, or slip you make, stays in Baalith's mind, with everything else. He's not likely to bring them up in anger, but his lack of a filter makes it so that he might use your deepest, darkest secret in every day conversation. Ouch.

Because of his inability to pick and choose his actions, Baalith's going to be a bit of a struggle in wing formations- he's certainly not leadership quality, unless he was to SERIOUSLY get his act together. And really, what're the odds of THAT happening? He may struggle with holding formations initially- and even then, on occasion, afterward- but Baalith DOES love his people, and is going to try to fight the urge to investigate EVERYTHING- especially during flight.

It's not really that Baalith's unintelligent; if he could get a hold of his interactions, he'd be a very intelligent little dragon. When it comes to information, he can retain and know a lot- your book-smarts sort of guy. He's just a bit... socially challenged.

Other: This strange, in-your-face contrast to Anont's personality is really going to force the boy to come out of his shell and make friends. Where Anont could grow more personable and friendly from Baalith's actions, he's also going to have to learn control in reigning the dragon in. Anont's going to have to learn to say no to some ideas, because we all know not everything you think of is really for the best. Curiosity killed the dragon, one might say.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: M'dor (Mador)
Age: 20 Turns
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual (Leans towards males)
Craft: Harper
Rank: Journeyman | Junior Weyrling
Physical Description: M'dor is slightly below average height and slender in build. His skin is a nice olive tan, and he has fluffy blond hair that falls to the nape of his neck. His eyes are blue-green in color and he is fairly handsome. He is surprisingly down-to-earth, and wears primarily leather clothing that is pleasing to the eye but practical. He prefers going barefoot when it's possible, but when he is forbidden from doing so he settles with a pair of sandals hastily made from a leather sole and some thin leather ties.
Personality: Although bright, M'dor has a remarkably short attention span and a horrid sense of direction. He is polite and generous, and has a knack for instructing those younger than him. More than anything he values his lute, which he carved himself during his apprenticeship. He is terrified of the dark, and is known for always keeping a spare glowbasket nearby. His biggest aspiration is to see as much of Pern as he can in his lifetime.
History: M'dor was born to Donoren and Matalea in Southern Boll Hold. Most of his early life isn't worth noting. He grew up happy and enjoyed spending time with the Hold's resident harper. When he was 8, he and his father didn't make it into the Hold on time during a Threadfall. His father was injured by the fall while he was protecting M'dor, and now has a rather nasty thread scar across most of his back. At 10, the local harper recommended M'dor for apprenticeship at the Harper Hall, and he took to the idea quickly. His time in the hall was some of the happiest of his life, and while there he accidentally impressed Fiari, a green flit whose egg he'd found by chance. He was only recently promoted to the rank of Journeyman, and had been looking forward to traveling until he was Searched. He is currently unsure of his place in Ista Weyr, but is more than willing to entertain his fellow candidates with his trusty Lute.
Pets: Fiari, Green Flit
Other/Talents: N/A
Picture: None

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Valignanth
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Valignanth is primarily a light baby blue, but he has rather pronounced midnight colored stripes along his back. Basically, I want him to be based on this fish.
Personality: This blue is a grounding point for his rider, and one that M'dor desperately needs. Unlike his counter-part, Valignanth is level-headed and extremely bright for a dragon. Even as a Weyrling, he does his best to keep his rider out of trouble. Whether it be through mentally 'nudging' M'dor back on task, or helping him find his way. He's generally helpful, and would be more than willing to oil his Clutchmates backs if he was able.

When not being 'helpful', Valignanth is a generally peaceful, lazy dragon. He is fond of his rider's music, and will sometimes "hum" along with it. He enjoys flying as much as any other dragon. He's just about as social as any other dragon in that he doesn't really seek out company, but will not object to the idea of it. You'd be hard-pressed to get this boy to complain, and if he did it'd likely be something serious.

In the wing, Valignanth comes alive. He loves the thrill of fighting thread, and it seems like his entire personality changes when he's fighting in. He will chase down any thread he sees with an aggressiveness no one would expect, but as a consequence he generally can't last an entire Threadfall. Not that he minds it.

Sexually, Valignanth isn't exactly picky, but neither is he promiscuous. He'll chase maybe three out of every five greens that rise, and rather enjoys the thrill of catching one. In fact, in the event a Queen rises, it wouldn't be far-fetched for him to attempt to chase her, if only to challenge himself and see how long he can last against the Bronzes and Browns.
Other:

• I don't intend for Valignanth to ever catch a Queen. He chases them for fun. (Yes, he's weird.)
  
• Why Mador? Out of all the Candidates, Mador was the one who needed the most help. His short attention span could easily cause a disaster if he failed to give his dragon a good mental picture the first time they went between. With his above average intelligence, Valignanth could easily prevent this tragedy. Not to mention, Mador needs to challenge himself to become better, much in the way Valignanth does in flight and wing. Hopefully, by the time they're wingriders, Mador will have made some progress regarding his focus with the help of his dragon.
  
• The name? Valignanth is a throw-back to the first blue I ever played. The name comes from the D&D Draconic word valignat, which means burn.
  
• Which Pose? I'll let you guys pick what you think would suit his personality best. :3

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: G'ran (Original name being Goran)
Age: 18 Turns
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual. Very heterosexual.
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Physical Description: Big; everything about the man seems to imply as much. From his towering height to his broad shoulders, to his strong limbs and large hands and feet, Goran is a physically intimidating man. The scowl he always wears on his face doesn’t help things much. Roughly cropped, dirty blonde hair is short enough that it doesn’t obscure his hazel eyes, but it always looks messy. More often than not, he cuts it himself with a knife, and is badly in need of a better ‘look’. His face is hard and angular, a strong, thick jaw often sporting unkempt stubble. He is actually missing one of his front teeth, but it’s hard to notice since he doesn’t talk much. Goran looks more like a man in his prime rather than a teenager, which helps to keep overly friendly people from trying to approach him. His clothes are often shoddy and too small, often bearing crudely-repaired holes and the occasional smear of dirt and other stains. (not as a rider, obviously, but as a candidate)

Personality: Silent, gruff, and sometimes bordering on cruel, Goran wants nothing to do with people and prefers to keep to himself. His physical appearance often pushes him into the stereotype of a bully, and he has molded his personality to seem that way in better hopes of driving others away from him. If a particularly determined individual continues to talk to him, he will often reply in monosyllabic answers or grunts, and one will usually grow fed up enough to leave him be. In truth, the man speaks very slowly, and most are fooled into believing he’s a few glows shy of a basket. He’s surprisingly clever, and takes his time when it comes to answering people so he can supply the best answer possible.

He is quick to anger if people push him where he doesn't want to be pushed, and has been known to react with physical violence as a result of his childhood. If it's a situation where he can quietly stomp off, he'd rather do so--but if his pride or honor is at stake, Goran will stand his ground. He holds grudges like no other, and anyone who crosses him badly will forever be ignored or openly scorned. Trust does not come easily to the man, if at all, making him very wary around new faces. He believes he is the only one that can truly support himself.

Despite his many flaws, if one could ever wedge their way underneath his tough exterior, they would find a loyal and capable friend. Goran is especially good at dealing with problems (so long as they have nothing to do with relationships), and will spend days picking them apart until he discovers a suitable solution. Pretty girls make him even gruffer than usual--and a great deal clumsier.

History: Goran was born on the wagon of a traveling merchant—the product of an affair between his wife, and a miner at a camp near Ista Weyr. The mother was then given a simple choice; keep the babe and get out of sight, or remain his loyal wife and pretend the event had never occurred. She chose the latter. The babe was dropped back at the same camp for the true father to care for, making the whole shameful affair a choice bit of gossip for all. He was to be raised as a miner, and struggled to learn to defend himself from the cruelties of other children. The fact that he had no mother and his difficulties with speaking ‘normally’ made him a prime target, and Goran was forced to shut himself down to blunt the worst of their words. Only when his body filled with muscle was he finally left alone. He spent most of his time either with his father or by himself, pulling apart pieces of mining equipment to discover their origins before quickly fixing them back up before anyone could discover his curious habits.

His father, though often a stern individual, knew his son would never be able to grow up and have a good life in an environment like this. He had kept quiet when he’d stumbled across the boy carving things with his knife, or taking apart objects merely for his own amusement. Though Goran’s strength and aggression made him a fine miner, he wasn’t happy. Reaching out to a few, old friends who worked in a nearby Smithcraft Hall, he arranged for the boy to be sent there in hopes of letting him start over. To his dismay, a few weeks before he could be transferred, a dragonrider in Search landed in their humble camp and chose Goran as one of the privileged few who would become a Candidate and perhaps Impress a dragon one day.

Pets: None.

Other/Talents: Goran is surprisingly kind to shy, quiet women and animals. He won’t be unfeeling toward those who remind him of himself. He can often be found making small carvings out of wood or pulling objects apart to study them. Such quirks are due to his unhealthy fascination with discovering how things work; although he does take the time to fix them when he is finished with his assessment. He also enjoys riddles, and is terrified of heights. Both are well guarded secrets.
Picture: None.

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Hazmath
Color: Bronze
Physical Description: Perhaps a bit larger than most Bronze dragons, and seems to need to eat twice as much as them. He is a deep, blackened-bronze, with more reddish-orange stripes. His appearance will be based roughly off the Siamese Tigerfish. [x]

Personality: One could easily assume that due to Hazmath’s slightly larger size, he would be renowned for his strength and honor. Instead of radiating such qualities, however, the Bronze is a surprisingly docile creature. Looks, it seems, can be deceiving. While Hazmath is a strong dragon, he is much more of a ‘gentle giant’... completely opposite to the gruff and almost intimidating front put up by his rider. He almost possesses a more nurturing personality, having a calming influence and a very easy going view of everything that’s presented to him. His rider doesn’t understand and is sometimes infuriated with his laidback ways, especially when he encourages said rider to take part in understanding things better—be they people, or just general socializing. Despite his almost lazy nature, the dragon isn’t inclined to sleep his days away. He’s a bit of a social butterfly, and enjoys being in the company of others to hear the news, gossip, and general conversation that happens in the Weyr.

Other: Hazmath will be the reason G'ran is even socializing at all--the man isn't going to deny his dragon anything if he can help it. I'm expecting some lovely, awkward situations. xD He loves to sun himself, and can often be found sprawled out somewhere if he isn’t eating or swooping down on his fellow dragons to say a friendly hello.

RIDER INFORMATION

Name: Crimiel (C'miel post-impression)
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual (gay only for older masculine men, otherwise strickly hetero)
Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate

Physical Description: A bit on the taller side, Crimiel has grown into his body well, all ganglyness from childhood gone. He's a tad pale, not having the normal tan that comes with being in the sun much. Dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he seems to have a constant frown and crease between his eyebrows. His hair has grown long, just below his shoulders, since his first failed impression, cut halfhazardly to keep it from his eyes.

Personality: He comes off as a bit arrogant and straight-laced without meaning to. He's sarcastic in his speech, more from habit than any true antagonistic feelings to those he converses with. He has few close friends rather than many dispersed throughout the Weyr and works suprising well with others, often suprising those that require him for one thing or another, expecting him to be controlling and insufferably self-important. He borderes on stubborn-pride, and while he takes little issue following orders he has trouble holding his tounge when he finds someone in the wrong, despite potential rebutal.

History: Son of a well respected bronze rider and raised in a communal atmosphere, he had very little interaction with his parents, especially his mother. Despite this he still looks up to his father and closely watches the dragon riders acheivements.

He entered his first hatching at age 15, going in with high expectations by not only himself but others to impress. Confident he'd impress a bronze or a respectful brown.
His confidence recieved a hard blow as he failed to impress, humbling him slightly. Rather than dwell on the failed impressing he pulled himself from the post-failed impression depression, telling himself and other werybrats his dragon had simply not been within that specific clutch.

Since, he has been in multiple hutchings, each time rejected by the young clutchlings and not every time comming off the sands unharmed - a scar now running down his right leg from an over-eager brown attempting to reach his rider.

Because of his failed impression attempts he's often whispered about amoung the other weyr brats, many bordering on cruel in their comments, and subjected to pitying looks from Riders that he previously grew up with. In which he retaliated with a cold front, acting the arrogant weyrbrat, ssucceding in only furthering the dislike of others towards him.

Still he continues to enter hatchings, a small part of him hopeful to find the other half of his soul. Though it's seen more as an inability to move on by others.

Pets: A brown flitt named Toad.

Other/Talents: He's dabbed a bit in weaving, but is far from great at it.

Picture: Crimiel & Toad

DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Lurenith

Color: Brown

Physical Description: Black Neon Tetra Egg: A large egg, though also very plain and forgetful. A light tan runs down the left side, abruptly cut by a black streak, separating the pale tan of the left side of the egg, and the ashy-brown of the right.

Lurenith is rather lean for a brown, though his larger wings disguise this fact rather well. His feet are on the big side, just below comically so. He lacks in speed, making up for it with his stamina, able to last out an entire thread fall should he be called to. He ends up sleeping the next day away, however, should he.

Lurenith ref
(Mm... Minus the stripes that run down the front of his legs (The ones that connect), just the stripes on his shoulders)

Personality/Other: Lurenith is a rather grumpy, possessive dragon. He's quite talkative, though it's usually only to add grouchy remarks to any conversation Crimiel finds himself in with another, forcing his Rider to hush him repeatedly as he just forgets a time later he was hushed in the first place. He considers himself the best, above any bronze his rider could have impressed, periodically reminding Crimiel of this. Near cackling that he had "Snatched you up, Mine, before they could reach you." and always demanding his riders undivided attention. He gets rather irritated when his Rider is needed to ride with another and their dragon, continuously grumping at Crimiel during the whole flight (Often to the amusment of the other Rider when there's relays to them Lureniths words.).

Despite his less than sunny disposition he's quick to rise to any occasion, especially should it reflect good on himself and thus Crimiel by association. Mostly resulting in teasing of Crimiel from other riders at Lureniths seemingly out of character need to please. He's rather fierce during thread falls, his rider having to keep tight control over him to keep him from breaking formation, much to Lureniths displeasure.

He rises very rarely - preferring an oil rub to expending his attentions to take chase. When he does rise he tends to use the opportunity more to show off than truly give chase, ending with a low success rate. He has a near non-existent sex drive, not even a rising queen able to rile up his want to give chase.

He gets on well with other dragons, enjoying their company in prescense only, though not the chatter.

Lurenith sunbathes near obsessively, always perched wherever there is sun, resulting in his Rider having to oil Lurenith more often than is usual. Crimiel had taken to thinking Lurenith does so purposely.

He's taken an odd liking to Toad, Crimiels flitt. Usually found borderline obnoxious by others (Even Crimiel at times), Lurenith instead finds the flitts odd habits terribly amusing and silly.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Nelioa
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Canidate
Physical Description: A tall scrap of a girl budding into womanhood, her body hasn't yet caught up with the idea of growing into proper proportions. In fact she could be mistaken as a young lad at first glance should one not look to long. As she stands now she is too long and lanky to be a propper girl. Her long legs are well suited for running and are starting to build a firmer muscle. She has bright blue eyes that almost seem a bit too large for her slender face. Her long ebony hair is normally pulled back in a loose pony tail or braid to keep it out of her face. One day when she fills out she might have a form..somewhere. Until then she remains almost as strait as stick.
Personality: Nelioa is not a shy girl and when faced with meeting new people she will gladly present herself. Though she may feel nervous around a group of adults she will do her task and more often than not make a bumbling fool of herself in the process. A little on the clumbsy side when her head is in the clouds.

She is care free and optomistic of what the next day will bring. A childlike youth to fit her body. As would many a young youth she would rather spend her day carelessly lounging in the sun or off sneaking about forbidden places. Always one for a little adventure or excitement.

Scrubbing pots or cooking are things she greatly dislikes, which is one of the reasons why its given to her as a punishment. She will do just about anything to get out of it, including helping her mother with healing (though her mother hardly accsepts anymore as its more trouble than its worth).

Dirt doesnt bother her and she enjoys outside activities such as helping to gather herbs and if she can get the chance to slip away a good hike around the weyr grounds. Nothing is worse than being stuck inside of the weyr due to bad weather for hours on end. No only due to the lack of fresh air, but also because when you get everyone cramped up together generall dispositions go sour quickly. More often than not she cant dally about her tasks as much, which is her main issue with being indoors.

Addmittedly she is a little lazy, she doesnt like to do much in the form of tasks or chores. She doesnt have any drive for what the future may bring besides thinking about what she wants to do the next day. More than once she has had more work piled on top of her for trying to avoid it, and scrubbing pots tossed on top for good mesure. Not much holds her intrest for long which in part is why she hasnt chosen or been selected for a craft.

She lacks much in talent, if there is a way to mess something up, generally she will find it. If the girl didnt have bad luck it is said she wouldnt have any luck at all. Though maybe if she spent half as much time trying to just do as she is told rather than trying to get out of doing it she wouldnt have that problem.

Hatchings are exciting times, and while the accutal event is something of delight she hates the preperation time before hand. People from all over being shuttled in by dragon to watch the impressions all the food that needs cooking. Things are so busy during that time that while she can often sneak away for a few moments to herself she is often found out and then directed to make herself useful some where.

History: Having grown up in the weyr she learned the ins and outs as soon as she was old enough to walk and run. While trouble isnt always something someone wants it seems to find her in more ways than one, needless to say she has spent alot of time in the kitchens scrubbing the most unsavory pots.

Rulioa, her mother had a soft touch and was one of the weyr's healers. For a long time her mother had sought to have her follow in that path but the sight of blood often made Nelioa's stomach churn. When she was young she had fallen and gashed her leg open while running through the weyr. There had been a lot of blood and to this day she has a scar near her knee. Her mother had done her best to patch her up, ease her pain with numbweed but the blood had just kept coming.

Growing up with out a father never hindered her life. There was more than enough chores to be dished out around the weyr and enough eyes on her that she felt safe inside its walls. When ever the subject of her father,Nellaren, was brought up her mother would change the subject but she had always noted the tone of sadness in her mothers voice. After awhile she just stopped asking to save her mother the pain. Her father remains a mystery to her to this day save but a name and the title of dragon rider and rumors.

Perhaps being a single parent and wanting to lavish all her love on her children caused her mother to give her too much freedom. Having learned the art of skirting her chores and making them take much longer than they should with detores around the weyr, she had often scouted the best hiding places to call her own.

Her younger brother was always a pain in her side. A shining example of everything she wasnt. While she always seemed to try her best her brother seemed to do everything with a flawless grace. Her envy for him went beyond sibling rivalry. Though she loved him dearly as her kin she wished that she possesed even half his talent.

When the time came for choosing the candidates she never in her wildest dreams thought she would be chosen. Her breath had caught in her chest and it was one of the few times this strong, lanky young girl had looked as shocked as a wherry caught in a snare.

Pets: Her mother had been given an flitt egg as a thank you for her hard work at the weyr over the years. Having never liked the creatures much and not seeing them of use she passed the egg off to her daughter. Nelioa has never been so thankful. It later hatched into a little green that can be seen with her no matter where she is. (have posted for re-cert)

Other/Talents: A slight affinity for drawing but little more than doodles and sketches.
Picture: (if you have one) None currently

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Seidreth
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Colored simmilar to that of a Blue Lionfish Egg: The medium sized egg is a light blue with the fairest hints of a darker blue veins or stripes running through it.

Seidreth's stomach is a pale blue following up his muzzle. Going down his head and along his back is a darker shade of blue. His body is accsented by stripes of yet a darker shade. His wings are a deep blue with the fine membrane the same pale color as his stomach.

Personality: Seidreth knows he has a purpose and will do his best to follow in his set path. He is head strong and when he knows he is right he wont back down for any reason. This can cause problems as sometimes its wiser to bow out than it is to stay and fight. He is high spirited, and some would almost say antsy. He always has to have something to do, and if he doesnt he will find something.

He isnt the largest of dragons but what he lacks in size he makes up for with stuborn intent and an egerness to get the job done. He will drive himself to be the best he personally can be, even if that isnt the best when compared to someone else. It is foolsih to compare his standards to that of a bronze, but it wont stop him from pushing himself to new personal standards.

Other: Seirath will be constantly pushing Nelioa to better herself and to drive herself to think beyond the next day. Though she may groan about it and maybe even bicker with him about completing a task, or getting up early to get in a good run or flight before errands. His drive completes her and fills that void that she was lacking. Her laid back approch helps reel him in just a little when he would push himself too far.