Name: Cissel Peyton
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Craft/Rank: Candidate – Harper (Archivist)/Apprentice
History:
Cissel was born and raised in Trine Weyr, the product of a Flight. Fathered by a brown rider with little interest in non-dragon affairs, his mother raised him alone as she worked with the archives of Trine. A studious, organized and efficient if mousy individual, Cissel’s mother taught him how to read and write as soon as he was able and instilled in him a sense of curiosity though a sense of purpose remained elusive. From an early age, Cissel proved to be about as organized as a windstorm, and just as prone to blowing in one moment and out the next. His rebelliousness made him a nuisance around the archives where spilled ink or klah could mean disaster so his mother made him into her gofer – hoping the activity of sending him running to fetch things would burn off some of that energy.

More often then not, however, he’d arrive late or not at all, having been distracted by one thing or another. With little memory of his father and the subject a tense one between mother and son, he knew not how the rider had abandoned them and grew to find the dragons fascinating. His childhood had been spent surrounded by the tales and tallies of the dragonriders – it was impossible to ignore their charm and prestige. This exposure gave Cissel a sense of superiority as, despite his lack of involvement with the dragons, he knew a great deal of their stories, almost living vicariously.

When he came of age, his mother protested his choice to become a Candidate, believing Cissel would only come to waste ten years of his life. Cissel believed otherwise and their argument finally ended when he reminded his mother of his ineptitude in her craft. Finally able to stand, he did began doing so.

For six Turns he stood, disappointed time and again. He’d hoped the Crimson’s clutch of some turns ago would be his clutch and it was not, he hoped all the clutches since then would be his and they were not. Frustration deepened and now he stands out of habit, hoping to lend his assistance. With the fall of Thread beginning at last, and the world on the brink of unprecedented violence, Cissel yearns for the chance to prove himself and make a legend of his own astride the back of a beautiful, glorious silver.

He knew he’d never Impress a bronze… the handful of amorous encounters with fellow boys and girls alike informed him as much, but one could dream to ride a metallic dragon and lead the wings into battle nonetheless!

Description:
Standing tall, Cissel manages 5’10” but a lifetime spent reading and writing has left him with a tendency to hunch so that he seems closer to 5’8”. Dark black hair that’s as untruly and disorganized as his room never seems to keep a style wet or dry. Bright green eyes are sharp and intelligent but carry in them some of his haughtiness.

Dressed usually in greens and browns and blacks, his has a tendency to wander about shirtless in the Southern Sun. When not in Candidate’s garb he wanders in shorts and sandals with the result that he has a very nice tan but a rather obvious tan line when bathing – pasty white rear and all.

Personality:
Cissel is energetic, confident to point of arrogance and stubbornness and rebellious. He does as he wants, when he wants. Authorities are those who set the rules, it’s the little guys like him who bend those rules and find their breaking point and he delights in the thrill this allows for. Of course, he’s not so suave or brilliant as he thinks he is and often gets caught. His rap sheet among the Candidates is full of reprimands – nothing to get him kicked out (yet) but enough that he could easily gain a reputation if he continues to push the envelope.

Irreverant and impractical, he doesn’t always accept the status quo or traditional method of doing something at face value. His honesty in such matters is blunt, often brutal and combined with his knowledge of dragonriders, comes across as arrogant and aloof even if he is trying to be sincere. If he’s wrong, his vanity won’t allow him to apologize or change his mind and he can get stuck in a rut if someone presses him too far, digging in his proverbial heels.

That said, one cannot claim that Cissel is unresponsive. He might appear to stop listening but he is very definitely listening – the catch comes in what he chooses to do with what he’s heard and it’s often not quite what’s expected. Unconventional and indulgent, he has a hard time saying no to the luxuries in life, spending what little he earns almost as soon as he gets it. Countless nick-knacks dots his room, his small treasures, but none of them have any true worth save for the nostalgia.

Cissel is very much a creature of whimsy, following his heart wherever and whenever it might lead even if that is into a fantasy. His self-serving and whimsical ways almost always makes him late – he runs in his own time zone most of the time and those who know him know to adjust their times back if they ever hope to see him in time for one activity or another. It’s not that he deliberately makes himself late of course, it just happens (even if he did stop to chat with someone, buy some bauble with the dregs of his pocket, or tell off some ignorant non-Weyrbrat Candidate who thought they knew all there was about dragons). If someone crashes that fantasy or crosses him, personally, he is entirely unforgiving and can hold a lifelong grudge… it’s problematic, especially if someone didn’t mean to break his glass house. And he’ll hold no qualms about telling you as much. Fixing this rift is… a curious process, though some have theorized buying him a shiny enough bauble might console him.

Indeed, he is one for romance, being social even if can tend towards the slick. Affectionate and smarmy, he fancies himself akin to a bronzerider lover – irresistible, charming, and dashing – despite his awkwardness, his lanky frame and his less then glorious charm. Some find it endearing, others find it repulsive… but he takes it all in stride.

Other:
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