Moon's Riders

[MoonRazor]

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K'eir of Brown Wraith
Camriel of White Kith
A'rell of Brown Azoth  

[MoonRazor]

Name: K'eir (Kveiro)
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Whatever best suits his needs at the moment
Weyr: Holdless, spends time in the North
Rider Rank: Mercenary
Previous Rank/Craft: Kitchen boy
Physical Description: 5'10", 165 lb, not big enough to be ungainly but not too small to be ineffective in a fight. He's built to bring the term "scrappy" to life, with just enough bulk to carry him through a brawl but not enough that he can always win without fighting dirty. He's incredibly quick on his feet and with his hands, and seems able to slip into tiny spaces or melt into shadows at a moment's notice. Sandy brown hair, usually ruffled, with keen, light brown eyes. He has rectangular face with a strong, square jaw that would probably catch a good bit of attention if it wasn't hidden underneath a beard, and equally prominent cheekbones that he can't really hide. All in all a handsome fellow, but he'd rather you not notice until he chooses to reveal it.
Personality:
Survivalist – K'eir is the consummate survivor – slick, cocksure, adaptable, unfazed by the ugliness of the world around him. He's not what you'd call a villain, but he certainly looks out for his own interests. He goes where the wind blows, and can be found on either side of morality, sometimes switching his allegiance in the span of a breath. In the grand scheme of things, K'eir is aware that he's just a small fry, and he's happy to play that role. He could have amounted to something in a weyr – maybe a celebrity entertainer, maybe a wingleader – but he figured he was too smart and too quick for something so mundane. A lifetime spent thinking he's better off gaming the system has shaped him into someone who's comfortable treading the line between right and wrong, so long as he winds up better off at the end of it. It's why he never gambles unless he's sure he can win, and if he's the one who's rigged the odds to fall in his favor, then all the better.
History:
K'eir was born in extravagant Bitra to a mother who was once the jewel of a booming brothel in the hold's high places. She did her best to shield him from that world, but K'eir was a quick learner and always too keen for his age. He understood the circumstances of their lives as soon as he could comprehend such workings.

When he was 10, his mother caught the eye of a minor lord holder's son who was soon to travel to High Reaches Weyr to become a Candidate. The young man brought K'eir and his mother to High Reaches, where she quickly discovered that maintaining her place and surviving meant letting go of her relationship with her son. K'eir found himself working as a kitchen boy, eventually landing himself a foster home with one of the more motherly cooks.

Five years later at 15, he was in the stands watching a hatching when one of the dragonets slipped over and found him with a knowing look on its face. The pair progressed well through weyrling training, mostly because they both understood the merits of going with the tide – in this instance, the demands of their training. Not long after graduating, they took to the skies to find their fortunes and never looked back. They've since spent their days as mercenaries, going where their luck will take them. The years have taken them on extensive trips across the continents, with stints on sailing boats, trade caravans, small crafthalls, and more. There isn't much that the two of them haven't dabbled in before, leaving K'eir with plenty of odd skills and party tricks he can pull out in a moment's notice. He has stories too, but sometimes it's hard to tell which ones are real.

But all is not perfect. The return of Threadfall has made Wraith increasingly antsy, but they both understand that the opportune moment will arise, so for now, they're biding their time until the need arises for them to return to a weyr.
Other:

DRAGON
Name: Wraith
Age: 22
Color: Brown
Size: 37'
Physical Description: Wraith is like the dragon version of K'eir. A little on the small side of average, he combines decent power with decent maneuverability. The lines of his body tend to meet in acute, pointed angles, lending a sharpness to his entire appearances. In spite of that, there's an unsettling sort of fluidity about the way he slinks around. He's surprisingly adaptable for a big dragon, so never place your bets on what he can or cannot do.
Personality:
Sly Fox – People who meet Wraith for the first time tend to find him a little sinister. Maybe it's the way his face settles into a crooked sort of smile, as if he knows something secret about you that you've never shared. In any case, those people's instincts are mostly right. Anyone who isn't K'eir would do well not to trust this dragon, who values nothing so much as having the upper hand. He's most comfortable when he has a trump card up his sleeve, but he's just as happy bluffing until you think he does. He has an unsettling tendency to stare, and he has a knack for remembering and hoarding details for a later date when they'll prove most helpful. There's an oily charm about him that's one part reassuring, two parts worrying, that says he can be your greatest ally – until he decides otherwise. Eminently patient, he'll play your game until it no longer benefits him and K'eir, and then he'll turn his tail and go for something better.



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Name: Camriel
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider? She's new to Western Weyr
Previous Rank/Craft: Hunt
Physical Description: 5'2", 115 lbs, balanced, athletic build (think: gymnast). Look closely, and you'll see that Camriel is a fearsome bundle of muscle that allowed her to hunt with the best. Now, she keeps her body honed for the rigors of being a dragonrider. She has an oval face with a pointed chin and a sweet, sassy smile and long, naturally wavy brown hair that is usually pulled into a bun. Wide green eyes and a sharp nose that comes to a noticeably point – it's the sharpest thing about her if you don't count her wicked tongue.
Personality:
Don't tell me I can't – Never mistake Camriel's size for inability. Like a small angry dog, she brims with a fire capable of burning even the best and the brightest, and she will not hesitate to unleash it on whichever poor soul provokes her anger. And they're not just empty words. Fearless, albeit also reckless, she won't hesitate to throw herself into harm's way and do her best to make it out unscathed. It's her way of proving that she damned well can and it's worked just fine for her so far. Camriel is not fond of rules that tell her what she cannot do, and prefers instead to lay down her own law. She can be a pint-sized b***h and a half with a scalding vocabulary to match, but only toward people who would try to keep her down.
History:
Camriel and her twin brother A'rell grew up in a little-known weyrhold in the South called Deadfall Weyrhold, so named for its vague resemblance to a deadfall trap. The weyrhold was filled with fierce and loyal hunters and was home to a small band of retired dragonriders and their kin. Theirs was a small clan that enjoyed a relatively privileged position in the weyrhold, but preferred to take care of itself and subsist as much on the land as it could. The dragonriders, now grandparents and great-uncles, numbered five and regaled the weyrhold children with tales of glory days gone by, when they'd flown as wingriders at High Reaches Weyr and then gone on to explore the continents and make names for themselves.

Camriel and her brother and cousins, the grandchildren of these dragonriders, grew up hungering for such stories of their own. But they kept themselves busy taking care of the clan. They learned to read the land as children and grew up hunting together. Although hardly the most patient of the band, Camriel prided herself on her deadly skill with a knife.

The kids grew, and two of the dragonriders passed, leaving the weyrhold with three elders to admire and care for. With fewer hands to farm and hunt, the dragonriders' clan began to reach out and become more entrenched in the everyday workings of the weyrhold as a whole. Eventually the existence of Deadfall Weyrhold became known to a passing goldrider, whose dragon had risen not long ago and desperately needed a place to clutch.

Only five eggs made it to the Hatching. Everyone of a suitable age in the weyrhold attended the event, and Camriel – running late and dragging her brother behind her as usual – pushed her way to the front of the crowd. There on those sands, her life changed forever. A little white, speckled dragon nosed her way over (though not without first knocking over several other people) and told Camriel she was Hers, and also, Kith was hungry.

Those that impressed looked to the three elderly dragonriders for guidance, which they gave as best they could. They taught the new weyrlings everything they knew and remembered, chiefly the practical stuff – dragoncare, knots, firestone selection, flight – the stuff they could never forget because it was so deeply ingrained into their bodies.

Other aspects of dragonriding, which weyrlings at a proper weyr would have known, fell to the wayside. Dueling tactics and proper Threadfighting techniques were hardly covered and the new riders' grasp of Pernese and dragon history was minial. Going Between? They had a decent grasp and could do it, but any dragonrider at a Weyr would likely look at them and wonder how they'd made it so many years without killing themselves accidentally.

For years, the riders worked on perfecting their skills with their dragons. Then Threadfall returned. Driven by an instinctive need to fight Thread and a burning desire to prove her and her little white dragon's worth, Camriel found herself transferring to Western Weyr.
Other:

Skills:
- Hunting, knifework, first aid
- Dragoncare - Kith is usually spotless and oiled just right
- Incredibly bond and partnership with dragon
- Night flying

Disadvantages:
- Poor grasp of history, fighting techniques/safety, Threadfall combat, geography, going Between, dueling


DRAGON
Name: Kith
Age: 5
Color: White
Size: 13'
Physical Description: A little pixie of a dragon to match her tiny rider, Kith is lean and lithe, made to squeeze into impossible spaces or to twist, turn, dance, move any which way you would want. Where Azoth is a tank, Kith is all grace and slender lines. She is incredibly quick and agile and with so little of her to maneuver, she can zip around with ease.
Personality:
Trickmaster – One look and it's easy to see that Kith is a master of cheek and tricks. She has a sort of grin about her that makes it seem like she's always up to no good – and most of the time, she is. Sitting still is difficult for this little dragon, especially when there are people to prank and dragons to ruffle and new ways to test her rider to see if Camriel is really paying attention. Kith is more than a handful and loves to play games, often acting as if she hasn't a care in the world. In truth, she's not the most careful dragon, but she's every bit as determined as her rider so when things get tough, tough little Kith will get going.



FIRELIZARD
Kin is a highly sensitive flit who is extremely reactive to the people and environments around him. He's bossy and possessive and doesn't hesitate to stick his neck out for His. Not one to be cowed by size, he can be seen regularly slapping his bigger brother out of the way. As Camriel lovingly puts it, in their household, Kin is the smallest critter, but the biggest a*****e.



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Name: A'rell (Averell)
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Probably heterosexual, but let's not rule out other possibilities
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Hunter
Physical Description: 5'11", 185 lb, built like a boxer – strong, but quick. He has a square frame from a lifetime of hard work, with thick shoulders and heavy arms and hands that look like they might have ripped apart slabs of wood with no extra help. He shares Camriel's wavy brown hair and pointed chin, with a heavier jaw and hooded blue eyes framed by eyebrows that slant down toward his temple and give him the appearance of a lost puppy.
Personality:
Guardian of the Galaxy – A'rell fancies himself someone who ought to have greatness thrust upon him. His sense of duty – to his family, to his hold, to his weyr – runs so deep he often forgets that he cannot, as one man alone, save the entire world. Nor should he try. He heaps needless responsibilities onto his shoulders and remains ever watchful, guarding all those around him regardless of whether or not they need it. He's quick with a joke and tries to breathe levity into the situation wherever he goes, but when things get ugly, it's always A'rell who has to do something to fix it.
History:
A'rell and his twin sister Camriel grew up in a little-known weyrhold in the South called Deadfall Weyrhold, so named for its vague resemblance to a deadfall trap. The weyrhold was filled with fierce and loyal hunters and was home to a small band of retired dragonriders and their kin. Theirs was a small clan that enjoyed a relatively privileged position in the weyrhold, but preferred to take care of itself and subsist as much on the land as it could. The dragonriders, now grandparents and great-uncles, numbered five and regaled the weyrhold children with tales of glory days gone by, when they'd flown as wingriders at High Reaches Weyr and then gone on to explore the continents and make names for themselves.

A'rell and his sister and cousins, the grandchildren of these dragonriders, grew up hungering for such stories of their own. But they kept themselves busy taking care of the clan. They learned to read the land as children and grew up hunting together. A'rell, the unspoken watcher and caretaker of the group, perfected his skills at tracking and trapping, making makeshift weapons and parts out of sticks and stones.

The kids grew, and two of the dragonriders passed, leaving the weyrhold with three elders to admire and care for. With fewer hands to farm and hunt, the dragonriders' clan began to reach out and become more entrenched in the everyday workings of the weyrhold as a whole. Eventually the existence of Deadfall Weyrhold became known to a passing goldrider, whose dragon had risen not long ago and desperately needed a place to clutch.

Only five eggs made it to the Hatching. Everyone of a suitable age in the weyrhold attended the event. Although A'rell remained convinced that their time would be better used keeping guard to make sure the weyrhold didn't fall to chaos, Camriel insisted that they at least attend. She was convinced something amazing would happen, and she was right. There on those sands, A'rell was overcome when a hefty brown dragonet strode purposefully up to him and asked why His was still standing there like a lost puppy when he should really make sure Azoth got some food.

Those that impressed looked to the three elderly dragonriders for guidance, which they gave as best they could. They taught the new weyrlings everything they knew and remembered, chiefly the practical stuff – dragoncare, knots, firestone selection, flight – the stuff they could never forget because it was so deeply ingrained into their bodies.

Other aspects of dragonriding, which weyrlings at a proper weyr would have known, fell to the wayside. Dueling tactics and proper Threadfighting techniques were hardly covered and the new riders' grasp of Pernese and dragon history was minimal. Going Between? They had a decent grasp and could do it, but any dragonrider at a Weyr would likely look at them and wonder how they'd made it so many years without killing themselves accidentally.

For years, the riders worked on perfecting their skills with their dragons. Then Threadfall returned. Driven by an instinctive need to fight Thread and an undying sense of duty to the world, A'rell followed his sister Camriel to Western Weyr.

Other:

Skills:
- Tracking, trapping, crafting (very skilled at making straps, flight equipment, etc - especially with leather and commonly-found raw materials), first aid
- Dragoncare - Azoth is usually spotless and oiled just right
- Incredibly bond and partnership with dragon
- Understanding weather and air currents

Disadvantages:
- Poor grasp of history, fighting techniques/safety, Threadfall combat, geography, going Between, dueling

DRAGON
Name: Azoth
Age: 5
Color: Brown
Size: 41'
Physical Description: Azoth is the burly epitome of a powerful dragon. He is all muscle, everywhere, and looks roughly like a giant brickhouse. There is no trace of elegance on him, but he exudes strength and – if necessary – speed. Maneuverability is not and will never be his thing but if you need someone to smash something, Azoth is your dude.
Personality:
Blunter than a Butter Knife – Azoth likes to smash things. He knows he's big, and he knows he strong, and he knows how easy it is to rend things in two with those giant talons of his. And just as there's little subtlety in his looks and in the way he likes to break things, so too is there little subtlety in the way he relates to others. Azoth is blunt, almost to a fault, and never bothers to filter his thoughts before he speaks. Does he think that dragonrider over there is wearing the most hideous shoes? He will make it known. The result is an unintentionally sassy giant of a dragon who really doesn't give a flying firelizard's butt about your feelings.



FIRELIZARD
Flail is not the bravest brown. He craves attention and is the ultimate lap flit, enjoying nothing better than curling up next to or on top of A'rell for a good long nap. He's a clumsy flit with a tendency to trip over himself, but it doesn't take much to make him happy. He has a tendency to get bullied by his blue brother and will often resort to wailing pitifully for A'rell's attention while squirming around on the floor - mostly because it works.



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