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The Scoundrel Of This Story

Name: Cys'ian(Formerly Cystenian)
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, Female Leaning
Weyr: Other; Travels on Valeriya
Rider Rank: First Mate on Valeriya
Previous Rank/Craft: Jack of all Trades(Master of None)
Physical Description: Standing at 6'2 with light brown tanned skin and dark brown hair, Cys'ian is certainly a man that people take notice of. His eyes are a lovely brown color with flecks of maroon mixed in with the brown. It gives him a slightly intimidating look that the three scars over his left eye helps to heighten . A tribal tattoo winds its way down his left arm as well.

The man is normally dressed in clothing that allows him to work easily on the Valeriya, preferring to go sleeveless when he can. When it is needed of him to dress up, he will wear a nice coat, just don't ask how he may have gotten it.

Personality: You will never meet a more charming and resourceful scoundrel like Cys'ian, though he would be quick to tell you that it is only a matter of opinion on the term scoundrel. I can assure you that you have not met anyone quite as charming as Cys'ian, the man knows the right cards to play and just when to play them. With the right look and smile Cys'ian can easily have anyone, be they Lord Holder or Drudge, in his bed and wanting him. This also makes it easy for him to get people to trust him, allowing him to gain information or merchandise they otherwise wouldn't normally hand over. Of course being charming is just an easy way to hide the true machinations and plans that he was. Cys'ian only has one person he trusts and would never betray or deceive, other then that well he could honestly care less if he lies to you or not. There are certain things that need to be kept from others, things they wouldn't understand or they just don't need to be privy too. He has learned this from his life on the streets, having to learn to lie and cheat to get by in life. Thousands of different aliases can come out of his mouth depending on the time of day, and he is able to get keep one of them straight in his mind at least.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Cys'ian is ready to take on any of the most dangerous tasks handed his way. Need someone to sneak into a heavily guarded Hold to help someone get out? No problem. Need someone to dive off of their dragon into the waters bellow? Also no problem. There isn't a challenge or task that Cys'ian has met that he isn't willing to try his hand at. He has always lived life on the knife edge, waiting to take the plunge for the next big chance he can take. He never knew how long he was going to survive and that daring nature has helped him to continue to see another day, to keep his spirits up. It also helps that the man knows how to find the supplies he needs and get them. It helps to be able to know who to contact about certain things, the people you can 'trust' and how to spread things out to keep everything working at a nice and even pace. He is always looking for a way to use a resource, always trying to find a way that someone could help him out in the future, it is the only way he has survived up to this point.

Of course, with the life he has lead Cys'ian doesn't have time for niceties. IF you cross him he will not hesitate to tell you and make your life hell. He doesn't sugarcoat things, always telling the person how it is, even if they are a friend. He just doesn't feel like it is doing them any favors by trying to add a layer of sweet words to mask the mistake that they made. They won't learn from that, better be up front with them no matter how harsh it actually sounds. They could do better by it.
Positive Trait List: Charming, Daring, Resourceful
Negative Trait List: Tactless, Deceptive, Vindictive

History: Born Cystenian, the nobody son of two drudges, life was never easy. From an early age the young man was shunted from one house to another. His own parents unable to care for him and the other countless unremembered relatives the same. At the age of five he was on his own, forced to fend for himself on the streets of Nabol, an urchin. He probably would have died if it wasn't for the fact that there seemed to be an abundant amount of urchins to run around and care for one another.

It was in this group that Cystenian thrived, learning how to charm his way into the hearts of adults that were weak willed, those who wanted to help as much as they could, or easily pick the pocket of those too wealthy to check their gold. He also managed to learn a couple of trades to get him by, it helped that he could watch the crafters unobserved as they worked, not getting in their way. He was more curious about the water and sailing, spending a lot of his time with a young girl named Alora, he would even listen as her mother taught the girl her own craft.

Turns continued and Cystenian grew close to Alora, the two were almost as inseparable as the girl was to her brother. Cystenian considered the girl a sister as well, and her brother as a brother, he hoped they felt the same. Of course when a blue dragon and it's rider came to Nabol, Cystenian was left to watch as Alora and her brother were upon dragon back and then gone. For a moment that was grief and rage at the fact he had been left behind and then, he wished they would find what they needed, perhaps they could come back with the weyr behind them to destroy this town.

As the turns went on and Cystenian grew, he became a defacto leader to the urchins. The older ones had either been conscripted into joining the mines or they had died. He had never fancied himself as a caretaker and the burden of raising children and looking after them was something he didn't care to shoulder. It was easy enough for one of the older girls to take that and at seventeen turns, Cystenian left the hold.

Having learned a few things about fishcraft, only enough to ever be considered an apprentice, Cystenian bargained his way onto a ship. He was a hard worker, proving his worth to the captain and crew, never faltering in his work or even his desire to learn more and make his life just that much better. Life continued this way and became the norm, with Cystenian gaining the loyalty and learning to love the new mismatched family he had made. That didn't mean there weren't disputes, Cystenian often found himself getting into them as his lack of tact was not something some of the men cared for. One certain fight resulted in Cystenian getting three scars across his left eye. Luckily it had not managed to hinder his vision to horribly as he had managed to close his eye and push the man's hand away.

Of course things always seem to change with things are going right. When Cystenian was twenty four turns old the ship stopped at Western Weyr to deliver their goods. Their stop just coincided with a hatching and the captain decided to allow the crew the chance to see it. Cystenian was curious, though not as excited as some of the new crew they had taken on. They were chattering away, talking about the chance that they could be found by a dragon in the stands. He couldn't help but rolls his eyes as he sat beside him, watching the candidates upon the sands in their robes, shifting from one foot to the other. He didn't envy the poor sods at all.

Waiting for the eggs to hatch had been boring, watching them hatch was a bit more interesting, especially with a particularly ashen brown slipped like water out of its egg. It seemed to shiver some as it sat upon the sands and Cystenian found himself drawn to the hatchling. His eyes never left it as it moved through the candidates, never stopping fully only looking them over before moving on, and then it was near the stands.

Cys'ian....Mine, you must come down from there. I am unable to reach you and your Okeanuth would very much like it if you hurry. The voice that slipped into his mind felt like it should have been there all the time and he hastened to do what was asked, pushing past his captain and others who tried to stop him. He vaulted onto the sands, landing in a crouch in front of the brown. The little thing still seemed to flow like water as they moved off to eat, there were no more words spoken, only feelings that moved from one to the other.

For a turn, Cys'ian and Okeanuth trained at Western Weyr as weyrlings. They went through the motions, though Cys'ian missed the calling of the open ocean, missed the family he had made Okeanuth made up for that. The training passed relatively quickly and the two left as soon as they could. They had hoped to be able to rejoin Cys'ian's old crew but things changed. As they had been resting upon an island there was word that a woman was looking for a crew for her ship. It peaked Cys'ian's interest and when he found out that woman was Alora, he immediately went to her to sign up. The fact that she had managed to impress a dragon, another brown at that, didn't surprise the man, he was just happy to see that she was going well and still alive.

Since then, Cys'ian has signed on with Alora's crew and works as her first mate and her confidant. He has known her since they were little and although they had not seen one another in years, Cys'ian still knows that he knows her better then anyone but her brother and dragon. He does his best to help her with the tasks as hand, though he often cannot hide the excitement of where this new path in life is going to take all of them.  

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Here There Be Dragons

Name: Okeanuth
Age: 4
Color: Brown
Size: 37
Physical Description: An above-average brown, Okeanuth always seems to have a sickly look to him, mostly because his brown hide is an ashen looking brown. He is lithe and thin and doesn't seem to have much muscle. His wings almost seem to large for his body, his neck and tail too long at times. His movements almost seem fluid like as well.

Personality: Ever the patient one, Okeanuth is willing to go with the flow with most things. He actually prefers to let things go as they should, just allow the ebb and flow of life to move him and his along. There isn't much that will cause this brown to anger, his eyes always a content green. Though do not let his lax attitude belay the fact he can and will get angry. He will not allow himself or his rider, or his rider's friends, to be trod upon. While it is not easy to make this brown mad once you have it is quite an ordeal to get him to calm down again. His rage is an awe inspiring sight, one that also does not care who it strikes at, like the sea itself once he gets worked up, you should do your best to watch out. Cys'ian is able to help Okeanuth calm down and get back to his normal attitude.  

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What Else Do You Need To Know

Cys'ian
Name Day: 3545.11.23[Oct 30]
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Okeanuth
Hatching Day: 3570.04.01[Mar 26]
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