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Character Name: F'ren (Farellen)

Age: 20

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Craft/Rank: Weyrbrat/Candidate

History: Farellen was born as a result of a mating Flight, he was never close to his mother, and she never tell him who his father was. He often found more affection from the other adults than his mother, it seemed as if she was embarrased she'd conceived the way she had, though from getting to know other grown ups, he was never sure why since there were many like him in the Weyr. He grew apart from her and as a result they barely talk let alone socialise with each other. He learned about his sexuality easily, and dealt with it as just another part of his life. He is confident on the outside but the bit of unconfidence in him causes him to like things in a specific order. He likes attention, but doesnt like being the center of it. Dramatics with his mother, and knowing that the surrounding people heard them made him shy of being the only one getting noticed. He knew that as a Weyrbrat he'd stand one day, and he did at the previous hatching, though he had gone away without a dragon, he'd been dissapointed and withdrawn a little but bounced back, maybe a tiny bit more obsessive about order than before. He'd gone and told someone flatly that something was wrong and that they should put it right, the other ignored him so Farellen had gone and moved it, earning him a split lip and a chipped tooth when the older boy took it the wrong way. This has made him less likely to actually move something, as well as limiting himself to just suggest casually, even if it irritates him. He doesnt really have high ambitions other than the one most of the people on Pern have, and that is to ride a fighting flaming Dragon.

Description: Farellen is pretty tall, Around 5ft 5"/5ft 6" which takes your eye at first. His hair is a light brown, gently highlighted with darker brown, the length is almost to the shoulder, but he keeps it tied back mostly, so it doesn't appear 'girly'. He always has a smile for everyone though he has a slightly chipped tooth. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown (think Dark Chocolate). He is of medium build, and has a wiry sort of strength. His clothes are usually meant to impress people, smart looking and very neat, he has a seperate set of clothes for socialising, and another for doing chores, and he will Always get dressed into his neat clothes before joining anyone anywhere that isnt work.

Personality: Farellen has an obsession with things being in a certain place, and gets stressed easily when people move them. He will often go so far as to suggest, quite insistently, to another person that this 'thing' would be better there, and he will even put said item where he'd suggested. He has to have his clothes and things in order, Shirts in one pile, Pants in another, etc.. the have to be in colour order too. He also likes to have a routine of doing things, and works bst at his chores if there is a specific rota of order. Aside from that he is very friendly, and is usually easy to talk to. If someone is sad, he'll try and cheer them up, or, if needed, he'll sit with them, and wait until they're ready to talk. He is open about his feelings, but is almost too open, he struggles to form meaningful relationships as he is very abesnt minded with friends, he doesnt mean to but he gets bored very easily with the same old relationships, it's likely an unconcious rebellion against his Obsessive routine behaviour. He is afraid of dissapointing others, and hates to let them down. so he just tries not to care too much but if someone can see past this though they would find a very true and loyal friend, feircely defensive of them though they might have to get used to him being slightly dismissive sometimes. In the back of his mind he thinks everyone wants him around and he'll even try and get himself involved in a crowd. That said he's not an attention hog. He is fairly sociable and talkative, but he can sometimes sense when it's best to just shut up. He can be flirty around people he is closer to. Deep down Farellen wants to have the kind of relationship that means more than a causal encounter, he would dearly love to be a Dragonrider, he dreams of Impressing an Atypical Dragon, but would settle for a nice sturdy brown, or maybe a large blue, he knows he's unlikely to Impress Bronze but in his opinion it doesnt hurt to try. Farellen likes to think he has friends, but they are merely regular aquaintances.

Other: He has two very close friends, Salin (S'lin) and Gabriel (G'brel) he would defend them with all his strength if needed, only those two can make fun of his obsessive nature without upsetting him.

Fire Lizards

Relationships

Gabriel - Best Friend (now G'brel Bluerider
Salin - Best Friend (now S'in Brownrider)
S'kor - Friend and Bunkmate (Bronzerider)

Meta Journal

Lost....
F'ren was beside himself, despite the fact he had done his best to give Toulonth the right image, he had gone wrong somewhere and had appearedi the air right in the middle of a Threadfall. By some miracle Toulonth had avoided getting hit, and they managed to find the edge quickly and get out of danger but for F'ren.. he felt like a failure to Toulonth, she'd trusted him to get it right and he'd failed her, he'd put her in danger.

They spent some time recovering from the surprise of everything, they were disorientated and F'ren felt like a weight was on his shoulders, even Toulonth looked a slightly unhealthy shade. F'ren had made the decision to rest for a while, if they were to make it to where they were supposed to be, then then needed to get focussed and at the moment neither was in a mind to think very hard.

In fact it was a day and a half before F'ren and Toulonth were able to make the next attempt to get it right, thread had moved over their shelter and He'd been forced to try and control Toulonth, to prevent her from obeying her need to Flame the Thread out of the sky. He'd sat with her, soothing her, keeping her distraced so much he didn't think of sleep. When he finally managed to shut his eyes, it was all he knew for the next day. Toulonth having informed him he had slept through sunset, then sunrise and well into the late afternoon. Thread had passed so they made their next jump, this time... making it. F'ren was very relieved to have got it right on the second attempt, but he was still downhearted that he'd failed the first time.

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Take Two

Darkness, emerging...crashing... F'ren was instantly aware of not being where they should, and not in clear air either, they had been travelling forwards when Toulonth went Between and on emergence they were moving forwards still, rather than hovering. They had emerged right in a thick stand of trees and how Toulonth had avoided any part of her emerging IN a tree, he didn't know... he didn't want to know. Toulonth tried to get them above the canopy but the trees were too thick, she couldn't fly, couldn't stretch her wings out enough to even glide into a landing.

The green tumbled down, bouncing off trees as she fell, her delicate wing membranes being ripped, splashing F'ren with ichor as she bled from multiple scratches and gouges from the branches. F'ren himself was lashed in the face and chest more than once as they tumbled down, seemingly forever that they fell, quite suddenly the straps holding him into the saddle snapped as strain on them became too much. He lurched out of the saddle, grasping for anything to hold onto as he was torn from his dragon.

The next thing F'ren knew was pain, he woke to pain, like fire across his body. He struggled to breathe and he couldn't move his shoulder without crying out from the pain of it. "TOULONTH!" he yelled, his next thoughts to his dragon, she lay a short way from himself and he forced his mind to ignore at least some pain to get to her, "Toulonth, my Toulonth please... stay with me!" he whispered.

"Mine....F'ren .. i hurt, the trees ....."

F'ren was so relieved to hear her, he temporarily forgot about his injured shoulder to throw his arms around her neck, his body screamed out at him but he pushed that down, his Dragon was more important than his own pain. Luckily she still had the bags of essentials still attached to her saddle and he worked on her with the numbweed, taking great care to hurt her as little as he could. Whole applying the numbweed he could see that although hurt, she wasn't so badly injured she couldn't fly, mostly she was cut, her wing membranes only a little torn, she could till take to the air, as long as it wasn't for too long. Himself on the other hand, he was sure he had at least a couple of broken ribs, which was why his chest hurt as it did and his shoulder was either dislocated or broken.

It took Toulounth about half a day to recover enough for them to to slowly make their way though the trees into an area clear enough to take off and get to where they should be. When they found a good enough place F'ren shakily mounted and they went Between