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RIDER INFORMATION

Name: Kaskel (K’kel if he Impresses)
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: N/A
Physical Description: I’m not gonna lie, Kaskel is one of those people who are so attractive that it’s intimidating. (Or perhaps the truth is that he’s actually dreadfully common, which seems the case with all those belongs-on-a-romance-novel-cover men in the canon.) At any rate, he’s not hard on the eyes. His face is strong-looking, with prominent cheekbones and an aquiline nose. He has brown eyes and a full lower lip. Kaskel’s black hair is cut almost at shoulder-length, and he usually keeps it smoothed back. He’s also been known to wear pigtails while working or on hot days, which, despite his masculine features, make him look excruciatingly cute. His body is athletic, but not for reasons one might expect. He spends his days hauling baby supplies, sprinting back and forth after wayward toddlers, and carrying bratty five Turn-olds around by their ankles.

Personality: Soft-spoken Kaskel is often typecast as the big brother or father figure sort. As a crèche (daycare) worker who is constantly caring for little ones, he certainly fits the bill. He has a blend of charisma, playfulness, authority, and a great “Or Else” stare that help him get through to all but the absolute worst brats. Where older girls and women are often shy around him, and men threatened by his looks, kids have no reservations and just love him.

He wants to have upwards of a dozen kids someday, and though he will not admit it, this plays into his reasons for trying to Impress. This is probably perverse of him, but he’s thinking about how dragonriders tend to procreate quite a bit, and without being tied down to one woman. Though he doesn’t have a problem with abortions in general, as they are a fact of life for weyrfolk, he will become depressed for a while if any of his potential offspring are aborted between.

Kids are his only real soft spot. As said before, he is usually typecast, but that’s because he always seems to be humming to a baby on his hip while he goes about his business. When he’s alone with adults and older teens, he takes on a crisp, no-nonsense manner. This comes as a surprise to some people, and occasionally offends someone who expects him to behave the same way toward them as he does toward his little charges. Unfortunately, Kaskel works on two extreme levels. There’s the not-friends, whom he treats with cool respect and expects the same in return, and then there’s friends, who are shown the same humor and affection as he would to his own children. This can be both good and bad for the parties involved. He will hug other men, for example, with such enthusiasm that it can be embarrassing, even though he feels only brotherly love for them. Women… well, they can get a bit confused. Not that Kaskel would complain if things got a little romantic.

History: Kaskel was born and raised at Ista Weyr. His mom was the rider of a particularly randy green, and she never did figure out who the father was. She made an effort to stay a part of her son’s life, but had to leave most of his needs to other folks. She was careful to place him with people who had long experience in childcare. Whether this is what led him to be a caretaker, or if it was just in his nature, Kaskel has always loved his job, which began when he was only ten Turns old.

The road of his life was pretty even until about a Turn ago, when he got into a serious relationship with a young woman that he’d been close to for several Turns. She knew all about his desire for children, but she hitched a ride on a dragon and went between, aborting what would have been their first child. When he found out, Kaskel confronted her, heartbroken, but she showed no remorse, telling him that she planned to Stand at the next Hatching, and that she didn’t want to be burdened with pregnancy if she happened to Impress. He distanced himself from her after that, and has not spoken to her since. He does, however, take a bit of comfort in the fact that she never Impressed, and is now too old to be a candidate.

Shortly after that upset, Kaskel was approached by a rider whose dragon thought he might have what it took to join their ranks. The thought didn’t particularly appeal to him at the time, because of that woman, but he decided to try anyway. He’s been to every Hatching since, but no hatchling has chosen him. He was never disappointed, though nowadays he’s been getting more and more warm to the possibility that he might find true satisfaction as one of Pern’s sky-bound saviors.

Pets: One firelizard: Gold Oria, on whose egg he splurged most of his savings. In hindsight, it was a stupid thing to do, but he loves being envied for having a gold, and the kids he tends are often easily entertained by her antics, saving him time and energy. (To be recerted once RPs are complete)

Other/Talents: Kaskel has a natural affinity for infants and younglings of any species. He can also hold an awful lot of wine without any effect, and enjoys a good drinking game now and then.

Picture: Link


DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Zarivoroth
Color: Brown

Physical Description:

Blue Angelfish Egg
This medium-sized egg is mainly a myriad of shades of blue, ranging from deep royal blue to sky tones, with bright yellow scale patterns all around it. There are larger swaths of yellow at the top and bottom of the egg, and a curious circular pattern in black, placed like an eye almost dead center.

Dragon
Like his rider, this is one gorgeous hunk of male. While not the biggest of browns, Zari still manages to stand out like a glowbasket in a dark room. The velvety hide of this dashing brown is slathered in the warm tones of wet sand and clay, the latter splashed liberally over top, and the former defining his slender limbs, arched neck, extensive wings, and long, whiplike tail. His face is striking, with a pale blaze and muzzle, dark patches under his eyes, and long, elegant headknobs, rakishly curved upward at the tips. (Reference)

Personality: Zarivoroth is essentially a charismatic creature, to whom both humans and other dragons are easily attracted. It could be his swanky coloration or his glamorous personality that does it, or maybe it’s just the mere paradox of the two traits together that makes him irresistible. He is the sort of dragon who will welcome interaction with almost anyone. He’s always ready to chat and cheer up the downhearted, and likes to strut onto a scene just in time to save the day. He enjoys being looked up to, and being able to say or do the right thing in any situation. One of his favorite pastimes is to play with well-behaved human kids who treat him like a big, loveable lion. He may be a bit shy of the young ones while still a baby himself, but his rider will certainly cure him of that in short order. Beyond that, everything is just fabulous.

Especially baths. He loves those a lot. He likes to be bathed and oiled every day so that his hide always glows with health. But, unlike some other dragons, he won’t whine or nag if he doesn’t get his daily bathing from Kaskel. Oh no, he’ll find other, much more stylish ways to get things done. Such as getting those kids following him around to do it. Sneaky little dragon, oh ho ho!

His flying style is smooth and a rather flashy at times. His goal is to always appear relaxed so that even the most difficult of maneuvers comes off as looking easy. He isn’t a daredevil, though, and never tries anything new in public. This brown will practice in secret to avoid looking like an idiot if he makes a mistake and takes an aerial tumble. He will love to fly in a wing with other dragons against Thread, especially if he is toward the front. Leading his fellows to victory would be the highlight of his life, but he would still find a way to shine on the battlefield even if he never gains any rank.

His preferred love life is mostly a fantasy, for his rider’s desire to have children unconsciously influences him to try most often to win the Queens, who are the only dragons that can lay eggs. How often to does one hear of a brown flying a gold? Rarely, if ever. So Zarivoroth spends a lot of time charming the Queens in the hopes that one day one will choose him. Meanwhile, when biological imperative leads him to fly a green, his own natural tendency as a serial monogamist comes into play. He’ll dote upon each lover like a lovesick puppy, right up until he rises for the next flight. If he happens to fail that flight, he’ll go crawling back, either to be accepted or rebuffed by the offended green. If snubbed, Zari avoids most females altogether until his next successful fight, preferring to keep the company of starry-eyed male followers.

While his prolonged devotion to various mates isn’t necessarily a problem for dragons, it is a big problem for Kaskel. Zarivoroth is always very caring and affectionate with his current lady, and, by association, expects Kaskel to do the same with her rider. This leads to a lot of ‘Let’s Play Pretend’ for the hapless riders involved.

Other: He has an unfortunate tendency to tell other dragons in casual conversation what Kaskel is thinking about their riders. Obviously, it’s not always going to be something good, but sometimes this “assistance” will boost a relationship that had previously been struggling, or was just unexpected. He also adores firelizards, as they are known to assist riders occasionally with bathing their dragons.

Pose desired: The standing-on-hind-legs pose. (Hanumanth and Astarteth use it)

Inspiration: Siamese cat, X, X – Handsome, social, and spoiled rotten. <3

RIDER INFORMATION:
Name: Aydin (A'din)
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Craft: Apprentice Harper
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: Aydin is fairly short for his age, not having hit that last growth spurt yet that will give him his full height. He's got red tanned skin from being outside most of his life and slightly wavy dark brown hair. Aydin tends to wear his hair pulled back into a sort of messy ponytail, not really caring if locks of it escape to hang around his face - he just wants most of it out of the way. He can clean up nicely when he chooses to but most of the time he doesn't much care about his appearance. His eyes are just barely a lighter shade of green than his twin's but really no one can tell unless the two are standing in exactly the right sort of light.
Personality: Of the two of them, Aydin tends to be more the 'brains' of the operation - though he isn't really that much smarter than his twin. He just tends to always have more ideas circling around in the back of his head. And he's definitely not afraid to come up with harebrained schemes to suggest to his brother. He's also pretty good at convincing Kadri to go along with whatever he's cooked up - even if it's something likely to get the two of them into trouble if they're caught. Aydin is generally bright and friendly to just about everyone whenever he's around others or in a crowd, though he's really most comfortable with his twin. He's just good at not showing it and not seeming to cling to the other when they're in public. Of the two of them, though, he'd be the most likely to reach out and make other friends more easily.
History: Born and raised on a fruit farm beholden to Southern Weyr on the south continent, they were the middle children out of 6. Their older brother would inherit the farm while their two younger sisters would hopefully be married off to strengthen their ties to neighbours and Hold alike. As the middle children, and a fortunate surprise, the twins were left to be the dreamers of the family, able to choose their own paths. For most of their young lives and into their teens, they helped around the farm. From age nine on, they showed interest in the Harper craft and were taken in aand tutored by a nearby master where they learned quickly and seemed to enjoy the Craft.

However when they were 12, a misadventure drew them away from their Craft. While visiting the Hold during a harvest festival, the too snuck off to explore as they’d never been to the hold before. One thing led to another and they found themselves in the stables where a green firelizard had laid a clutch of eggs. In the right place, at the right time, they witnessed the hatching and ended up impressing the entire clutch of 3 –two greens and one blue. Two were bound to Kadri and one to Aydin.

When they were caught, they had no choice but to acknowledge their accidental theft. Anrgy and amused, the nobility of the Hold took them in and bid them work off their debt. Thus, from age 12 to age 14, they have been working in Southern Hold as general labour and as entertainment when called upon - for their duets and performances are excellent, given their age. Had they not messed up with the firelizards, they would have shown great promise in the Harper Craft. As it was, they would not be allowed to go to Harper Hall until two years of service to the Hold had passed.

Their 14th Turn was full of much change, they had been caring successfully for their firelizards for two years now and their term as servants had finally come to end. Each of the twins had picked up some courtly knowledge and liked to linger to learn of the Hold whenever they could. It was during one of these dawdling sessions that they witnessed a guest Harper perform and truly enjoyed the performance. Reminded of their informal training, the pair had spoken to the Harper and then, when their talent was discussed, taken to Harper Hall.

However, in their 16th year, they were found on a Search that visited the Hold nearest the Harper Hall, where they'd been performing for little ones, and taken back to Ista Weyr where the Hatching would occur.
Pets: Rynin
Other/Talents: Both twins will end up bi, though neither has really ... realized this yet. Also, musically - Aydin is more talented at singing by himself and at writing lyrics for songs. He loves to take whatever music Kadri might compose and put words to it. Aydin sings tenor - usually in the higher ranges, though he can go lower as well. He also plays the lyre and is interested in learning to play more stringer instruments.
Family:
Mother - Amaline
Father - Orran
Older brother - Brycin
Younger sisters - Caitlyn and Elyse

Will this character be a candidate? Yes

Picture: Headshots!

DRAGON INFORMATION:
Name: Senarath
Color: Blue
Physical Description: Reference
Small and sleek for a blue, he’s relatively agile in the air. With trim wings and a balanced body makes him able to twist and turn almost as well as a green. A long supple tail is in part a reason for that maneuverability as it acts just like a rudder during flight. On the ground, he isn’t imposing because of his size, and the bright neon slashes across his sides make him very visible even in dark areas. His talons tend to grow particularly fast and need much attention and maintenance so that they do not become an issue for the flexible flyer.
Personality: Stubborn and flashy, this dragon enjoys doing things his way and is not against a bit of a thrill in whatever he does. Loving to fly and subsequently play in the air, his rider will have to learn to love the near-rollercoaster preferences of his partner or somehow remind the blue that he’s not the only one flying. His life partner is the most important thing in the world to him and this unshakeable loyalty is shown in his most possessive nature. He tolerates very few people near His and can become quite anxious when separated for long periods of time. In a group, he is bold and fearless, unwilling to give up even when the situation is obviously very difficult. This is both a strength and a weakness, giving the rider an opportunity to help his dragon learn when and how to retreat, and the significance of tactics. He is also one of the first to want to help in difficult situations, especially if he’s already involved to some degree.

When it comes to Flight, he’s dogged and determined – to a point. As with all athletes, hitting the wall can be the most difficult thing to push through and it is no different for a dragon. The chase, should it be hard and long, is usually not one he will win. His endurance in unfailing until that precipice and then he backs off almost entirely, spent and exhausted. Because of this, he far prefers the trickier greens… the ones he can match his agility to rather a show of strength and endurance. Indeed, his ideal flight partner would be one that would be willing to dance with him should he lead those chasing her. His appetite for Flight, over all, can be quite driven but it comes in short, intense bursts rather then lasting over a longer period of time, so the rider can expect to be quite… busy during that time.
Other: Patterns based off the neon tetra fish

RIDER INFORMATION

Name: Notos (N'tos)
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft: Smith
Rank: Apprentice
Physical Description:

Notos is of slightly taller than average height, measuring up to 5'9. His complexion is a slight tan, boasting of frequent exposure to sun. His frame is that of a lean male, exercising frequently. He has matured past boyhood, losing traces of fat and unnecessary skin. His face is angular, but it gives him an older look beyond his years. He dislikes this though, since he is often mistaken for somebody else.

His hair is a beautiful coal black, straight hair that cascades around his face to the nape of his neck. His most distinguishing feature though, are his golden eyes that give the appearance of piercing to one's soul.

His trademark is often that of a long grass in his mouth, or something to occupy his mouth. His posture is always lazy, or relaxed, a confident air surrounds him.

Personality:

Notos has a habit of being friendly to everyone, regardless of their status, commoner or lord holder. His attitude, of there being no distinction between ranks have gotten him friendships and enemies alike. This doesn't seem to matter to Notos though, and certainly hasn't affected him in any way. He is also flirtatious, a player as one would term it, accepting any offers of sex from woman. What exists between his partners though, is merely the offer of companionship, the feelings of like, and nothing more.

He rarely takes anything seriously though, since the words 'serious' and 'worry' have never boded well for anything. He also has a habit of speaking his mind, which often borders more on the rude side than not. He doesn't view what he says as rude, of course, but that particular trait has gotten him slapped a few times. For reasons that Notos has never understood, since he thinks that people would WANT to hear the truth if they ask him for his opinion.

Despite everything, he is also a regular male with alot of pride. His pride does not tolerate lies, insults, or cheating. His penchance for telling the truth, holds others to his exacting standards of telling and being told the truth. Regardless of whether the truth is hurtful, or damaging. His patience is tried, easily, if anyone tries to dupe him.

Putting aside his personal flaws, his professionalism exceeds him by far. He works well as an individual or group. He does not desire leadership, or a need to outshine others in any way. He will put his all into any work required of him, not just some half-assed effort. He is considered to be well-behaved, following orders without asking questions, regardless of whether it is right or not. If anything, his discretion may be one of his best qualities. In the same way, he does not ask others about themselves, or offer any indepth information about himself. This hints at a deeper meaning, at the fact that he keeps everyone at a distance from him. Real emotions, feelings that pertain to love escape him, the young male being strangely apathetic to such things.


History:

Notos was a result between a woman that was searched to be queen, and a brown rider. The woman failed in her candidacy, choosing to go back to where she once lived. However, she had taken up an affair with a brown rider before she left, neither of them expecting anything to come out of their short-lived affair.

She birthed Notos, without notifying his father. Essentially, Noto's family life was deprived of both parents, when his mother would die several years later due to illness. His mother's brother, essentially Noto's uncle who worked as a blacksmith took him under his wing. Notos has little memories of his mother, and eased into the life of a craftman's son without trouble. His childhood was spent in a smithcraft's hall, and although he had never been pressured to take up on his foster father's profession, Notos continued to observe and and to learn the workings and dealings of mechanics and machinery.

By this time, he was naturally expecting to live the rest of his life as a craftsmen. It wasn't until he delivered a package to one of the weyrs, that his instinctual longing for a dragon awakened. Notos contained this urge, out of guilt and obligation for his foster father.

His uncle was astute though, having suspected Noto's origins and noticing his guarded manner when it come to dragon riders. He introduced his adopted son to one of those who commanded the search, and Notos was gladly taken in as a candidate. But Notos left without sorting out his mixed feelings, between wanting to become a dragonrider and his duty to the person that raised him.


Pets: n/a
Other/Talents:
Picture: (If applicable)

DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Selgrith
Color: Bronze
Physical Description:

He is large for a bronze dragon, being relatively quick. His wings are a little bigger than average proportions to his body, so it is more difficult for him to fly, and to maneuver as quickly as other dragons. Thus he appreciates straight flight rather than the twisty-turns that greens are so capable of. He is trim, not allowing excessive fat on him, probably due to his own enjoyment of exercising.

Coloration
Bronze-golden hue with hints of fiery gold (Reference)

Personality:

Selgrith is a peaceful, but definitely not lazy. Like all other dragons, he enjoys sunbathing and swimming. He also enjoys frequent flying, constantly bothering his rider, even if he doesn't always appreciate it. xD~ Selgrith is an extremely ambitious dragon, making up for his rider's lack of ambition. He doesn't like to lose to others. He strives to be better, and to overcome his flaws, putting forth extra effort to compensate for everything. Oddly enough, he isn't a braggart, but likes to keep quiet about such things.

He's a bit more serious than his rider, N'tos, urging him to think about what he does. At the same time, he can also be contradicting by accepting the oddest of things without question. His logic doesn't make sense to a number of people .. including his own rider sometimes. For example, he wants the wherry in the back. Not the fattest, or tastiest wherry, but it must be the one in the back. At the same time, he can't sunbathe there, but over here.

He gets along with other dragons, radiating a calm presence. Or maybe he just doesn't care. Either one. He doesn't like to associate himself with deliberate trouble, or negative feelings. To an extent, he doesn't really care about trivial things, like gossip and things. He questions, why people care about such things, that do not directly pertain to the well-being of Pern or themselves. Secondly, he believes largely in manners, so he really disapproves of Noto's way of handling things. But often, he will share Noto's opinions with other people, if Notos does not tell him otherwise. This maaay prove problematic o___o

Selgrith is also a sexually active dragon, rising often. This proves problematic for N'tos at times, but what can he do?

Other: Why Notos? On the hatching grounds, he is likely to sit there and wait for someone to come to him. Notos, with his curiosity, none for the better, will approach him. He'd be likely to test Notos, and injure him/throw him to the side. Notos will probably only be able to win him over with his determination or idioticness. Notos doesn't kindly take to that sort of action, so he'd deliberately provoke the dragon. Whichever you'd like to interpret it as. xD

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Selden (S'en)
Age: 19
Sex:Male (Heterosexual)
Rank: Apprentice Metalsmith - Candidate/Jr. Weyrling

Physical Description:
For all his time spent slaving over anvil and forge, and hauling this and that, Selden never did grow into the hulking mass one might expect from a young man of his profession. In fact, he's of rather unimpressive stature, painfully average in height, and lacking the thick muscle to compensate. He's solid, to be sure, but it's the thin sort of tone that would put one in mind of his being scrawny long before his being robust, despite his even proportions.

Selden's constantly stolid, no-nonsense demeanor and air of quiet confidence are ill-suited to his young features. From his thin brow, to his slight chin and straight, slender nose, he has a smooth face. It doesn't look feminine, exactly, but it isn't masculine either, and he looks too youthful to be overly imposing… Except when he's genuinely angry. His standard expression is a more neutral scowl, and his ocean blue eyes are sharp and often narrowed in seriousness.

It's also rather plain he pays no regard to his appearance. His hair is in constant, disobedient disarray, and he's fortunate it's straight and inclined to be smooth. It's a little on the long side, brushing his nape, and its uneven lengths could easily prove quite the disaster. The color is nice though; it's a deep auburn, looking almost black until the sun hits it, and then it shines a deep red. Selden also tends to dress simply, true to his candid practicality.

Personality:
He's as thick-headed as a draftbeast, and twice as stubborn. On one hand, it grants him indomitable spirit; his determination is fierce, and he can be charmingly dedicated. On the other, he can also seem rigid and uncompromising, and once he sets his mind on something, for better or worse, he's near impossible to sway. It isn't that Selden is impervious to reason, but it had better be sharding good reason, because odds are he doesn't care to hear it.

To that end, he also has a broad defiant streak. A very broad streak. He particularly loathes being told what he can and can't do by those who have no right to be saying so, and invariably meets such… challenges with a 'sit back and watch' sort of insolence. Selden doesn't actually go out of his way to buck authority, and can be pleasantly compliant ─ he's not a deliberate rebel ─ but he isn't one to abide rules blindly just because they're rules. He's not much of a traditionalist in general, and his sense of honor can seem heretical to the stringently conventional. In his eyes, respect is earned, not gifted, and his audacity has garnered some disfavor among craftsmen. Once one has it though, you'll find none more loyal than he is. He's as straight as an arrow, and is unerringly dependable.

As for those who don't… Well, he does have enough sense to know when he really ought to hold his tongue, and he usually listens. He typically listens to orders, too, despite his obstinacy. Selden isn't so set in his ways he doesn't recognize when to pick his battles. Most of the time. He does have a penchant for throwing in his stakes with hopeless lost causes, and he wouldn't hesitate to admit it. There's a certain pride in sticking to his guns against all odds.

He's also far more empathetic than he lets on, and cares deeply about the welfare of others. He even has it in himself to be self-sacrificing. Deliberate self-centeredness is intolerable, and intentional exploitation is unforgivable. In his own way, he's ironically moralistic, and he has more than his fair share of valor. He may not have much else to boast about, but if there's anything he's learned about how to be a decent human being, it's to uphold his ideals, and to do the right thing.

The rest he's not particularly adept at.

Selden's strong sense of right and wrong hasn't given him much in the way of proper etiquette; he's very plain-spoken, and doesn't see the merit in wasting words. When he speaks at all, that is. He is one to say what he means, and mean what he says, but almost never bothers with more. He's even been known to decline remark entirely, if he feels like it. At his best, he's quiet. At his worst, he's icily curt. Pleasantries are mostly lost on him; he tends to see them as empty and pointless, and chokes down formalities only when absolutely necessary. Unsurprisingly, he is not a people person, preferring to keep himself from relying on others, and to keep others from relying on him, and may be accurately described as aloof.

Still, he's honest. To a fault. While others his age are so often taken with sarcasm or lightheartedness, he is earnestly serious, and never did find the charm in teasing or cynicism. It has been said he has no sense of humor, and for all anyone can tell, it might be true. No one can recall having caught him smiling. Not since he was small, anyway. It does make Selden a reliable go-to for pragmatic advice though. While he tends to be fairly apathetic toward matters he considers trifling, if he can be compelled into having an opinion, one can count on him to provide the bare and simple truth. Not that it's easily accomplished. Most things he considers unimportant, and he's quite impervious to whimsy.

Really, he's rather unflappable, impervious to most things in general: emotion and circumstance alike. He makes sure of it. Selden is the sort who wills to be in control of himself at all times, both in mind and in heart. He dislikes the pull the emotions of others have on him, and strives to overcome both them, and his own. And for the most part, in spite of his accursed empathy, he succeeds at it. No doubt thanks to years of practice, stoicism has grown into second nature.

His temper, however, defies him. Certainly, he's capable of suppressing it. He's even typically slow to anger… But his patience is not extensive, and when it's pressed, or circumvented (crossing his ideals, and riling his defiance are sure shots), his 'vexation' tends to be something more fierce, akin to rage. Selden has yet to lose sight of himself, but it's the one emotion he's been unable to dominate reliably, and it disconcerts him. He mistrusts his own self.

History:
Selden's childhood was normal enough. Sure, it had trials, and he supposes he had growing pains, but didn't everyone?

His started off in a minor Hold near Telgar. At best, his first three turns were uneventful. He was born to Smithcrafter Adenar and Seleas, his homemaker wife, and spent his subsequent days as all babies do: eating, sleeping, and asserting he wanted to eat and sleep. His fourth turn brought a sister. She was stillborn. His parents were devastated, and though he was too young to remember, their attentions toward him doubled, as though they feared they'd lose him too. He never did gain any siblings, but he was raised a contended, if sheltered son to grieving, adoring parents.

From the time he was old enough to walk without jovial bumbling, he spent much of his day at his father's knee. The assistance he provided was negligible, and his presence in the forge was certainly unconventional ─ not to mention dangerous ─ but nobody ever posed too much objection. Adenar wouldn't have heard it, anyway. People always did say Selden took after him. And so he grew, inheriting a curiosity for smithcraft and learning about these things called 'ideals'. He carried on that way until his fourteenth turn: hauling bits and pieces in the minor hall, interspersing his chores with obligatory Harper teachings, and overall spending far more time acquainting himself with responsibility than with other children.

That turn brought a jarring upset to his everyday. It was time, Adenar decided, for his son to start down the path of a real Smith; the boy was obviously inclined toward it, and plenty ready. Despite parental grief in parting, he was sent to be fostered and apprenticed at Telgar proper, and quickly discovered he was nowhere near as ready as his father thought.

He was quiet and awkward; the sort of child to be more at ease in the presence of a job to do than in the company of others. Without a doubt, Selden would have stuck to his lone self if not for some timely intervention.

Purely by chance, he happened across a smaller boy, roughed up and involved in a tussle with a few others. He was obviously losing. It was his first encounter with his protective instincts; unthinkingly, he rushed to aid, and the two of them were able to fend off their adversaries. The boy ─ Toran, he learned, and a fellow smithcraft apprentice ─ was a fast friend, despite Selden's mostly solitary nature. Toran took to following him often, and though he wouldn't have admitted it even then, a companion made acclimating much easier. The pair of them glided easily through the next turn, adapting quickly to new tasks as they were presented, and finding time to sneak off on their own clandestine adventures.

Selden's next prominent brush with his own nature came on a return from one such excursion. It had been a quiet evening, calm and full of stillness in the wakes of holders calling an end to their days. He shouldn't have been out in it, and knowing that made him all the more determined to make it back to the Hall undetected. He should have been more determined. But anyone could have heard the cries over the ebbing din, and even the dimmest wher would have known what they meant. Selden did the only thing he could; he followed them. He followed them until he found their source: a frail girl, no older than he, burying her face in her hands, trying to drown out the sound of her own sobs. He knew her as the daughter of a merchant; the one whose stall was often just down the way. Still, he wouldn't have had to recognize her to discern her abuse. Grief gripped him. He swore to her he'd do what he could to help. Selden was fifteen then, and full of confidence; he was positive he could manage something, despite her nervous protests.

The something he achieved was not at all what he had expected, and was further still from what he had intended. Her father, the primary pillar of stability and protection in Selden's own home, had not been at all sympathetic to his pleas. Quite the opposite, he discovered, the moment he felt the man's boiling rage. He, young and innocent then, was ignorant and a fool. His own family, small but loving, had never taught him of the world's harshness. It was the first time in his life he'd been struck by an adult. Even the broken girl, through her wracking sobs, chastised him vehemently, swearing he'd only worsened her plight.

He believed her.

Selden had been adjusting well. There were even moments it had seemed like he was learning to be friendly and social. He went through a complete reversal. He withdrew into his own company, rejecting even Toran's presence and dissuading the boy's persistence. With time, they drifted apart. Selden, confused and rattled, sought refuge in his apprenticeship, throwing his heart into his work with single-minded fervor. He advanced quickly, taking to emphasis on weapons in his later stages of apprenticing.

He would have walked the tables in his next turn, had he not been Searched in Telgar. He was nineteen; old enough to have come to terms with the idea that what he was doing would be his path for the rest of his life. The proposition made him uncertain, at first, and if asked, it's unlikely he could say why he went, even now. Maybe it was some lingering, childish allure, or maybe he still had some hope he was meant for something more. Maybe he left simply because he felt like it, impulsive in a moment of weakness. Whatever the case, he won't admit it, even to himself. Now, he's left to contemplate his lapse in sanity and dwindling opportunity at Ista Wyer.

Pets: None

Other/Talents:
· Despite his best efforts to prove otherwise, Selden's solitary independence is not incurable. He even has it in himself, somewhere, to be a respectable leader, but needs a compelling cause to rise to it. He occasionally forgets himself; it's most apparent in circumstances of injustice. He is a thoughtless ─ and sometimes unwanted ─ defender of the innocent and deserving.

· Beasts seem drawn to his quiet, calm, and stable nature, and he has a fondness for them he prefers to keep largely unknown.

· Over the years, he has also spent a fair deal of what free time he has practicing secretly with the weapons he helps create, and has developed some skill with the knife and sword.

· He has a few noteworthy, amusing quirks: he dislikes the taste of wine (even Benden's), and is particularly terrible at dealing with compliments and positive attention, for example.

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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Kanath ─ After Kanaloa, the Hawaiian form of a Polynesian deity generally associated with the sea.
Color: Bronze

Physical Description:
The majority of Kanath's body is a burnished bronze, leaning more toward grey-brown than red, with his jaw and underbelly a much lighter shade. His eyes are green more often than blue, and have oblong spots in their corners; they stretch into a sloping point in that same pale color. His wings are much the same, with burnished stems and that light color in their webbing. Clearly, he takes after the Orca in appearance, though his back seems to lack the pale smear most have. He's on the bigger side of 'average' for his color, and, like his rider, is more lithe than bulky, sacrificing some stamina for speed. At least his proportions are decent; once grown, nothing stands out as particularly large or gangling. He has a graceful, deliberate way about him, as purposeful in movement as he is in personality. Kanath isn't one for flash; though he is reasonably agile for his size, thanks to his lighter stature, he does little to accentuate it, and isn't a particularly dramatic flier.

Personality:
Kanath is an easy-going, sensible dragon, never one to make much ado over nothing. While some might accuse him of being too laid back, he'll say he's really just quite secure in his sense of what's important, and what isn't. He isn't fussy, preferring to take things as they come, and isn't prone to fretting. Selden appreciates his pragmatic, grounded nature; it doesn't grate against his lack of patience.

It should not, however, be mistaken for laziness. This bronze is very forward in his ideas of practicality, and isn't shy about telling His what does and doesn't need to be done. He's exceptionally confident, rarely doubting himself, and acting the matter-of-fact, often unappreciated voice of reason. He seems to find particular amusement in reminding Selden he's being hopeless, posing as something of a counter to his penchant for the impossible, and giving him the push he needs to remember to be human. This includes ferreting His out of the social hole he's dug for himself; Kanath isn't abashed about calling his solitary tendencies as ridiculous as he sees them. Unlike his bonded, he enjoys company, despite his tending to be a little on the quiet side.

His assertiveness also means he's not afraid to take charge in a situation, being comfortable with his position as a bronze and with making decisions, and prefers to have control when circumstance allows it. He can be overly forthright, when it comes down to it, and does butt heads with his rider on occasion. Though he's not typically demanding, it still takes a strong will to keep him in check; he sometimes has a fiery demeanor, and his obstinacy can rival Selden's. When he is reined in, though, he can be made to see the value in letting someone else take the helm, turning him into a willing and able cohort. He's as quick and responsive following as he is leading, working responsibly as part of a unit.

On the same hand, he is not a dragon to be blindly pushed around. Kanath doesn't appreciate being badgered, and doesn't suffer aggression lightly. He's not a bully, but neither is he spineless, and he will assert himself ─ with force, if need be ─ if he's properly convinced he's in the right. If His or a queen aren't involved, he isn't one to back down willingly, and can be difficult to dominate, if only for sheer perseverance.

Fortunately, his short-sighted, draconic ambition doesn't lend itself to selfishness. Kanath is actually rather caring; his assertions typically reflect his general good will, and his desire to keep His out of trouble. Through his protective nature, he instinctively sees it as something of a duty to be chivalric, and is continually looking out for his rider and for others, regardless how unwanted the effort might be. In someone else, Selden would compare the tendency to that of an insufferable old mother wherry. In his dragon, it's tolerably endearing.

The same is true of his unlikely sense of humor; he's not as lighthearted and bubbly as his general outlook might suggest. Kanath is actually rather frankly spoken, not unlike His, though he tends to be more dryly teasing than deadpan serious. He's fairly clever, for a bronze, and is not only able to see the irony in circumstance, but enjoys pointing it out for the sake of his own amusement. He will sometimes state the obvious for the same reason, to Selden's mild exasperation.

Like it is with most things, it's difficult to get him terribly excited about Flights. In something closely akin to apathy, he takes little interest in greens. When he does chase, he's disinclined to be overly ambitious for all but the most captivating gold. His lack of biological motivation isn't something he's fussed about; he finds it simply doesn't matter, and prefers swimming or soaking up his rider's attentions. Threadfall, however, is another matter entirely. If anything at all can rile his vigor, that's it. Driven by instinct, and his desire to protect, he is an ardent fighter, willing to push himself past his own limits.

Other:
· Kanath strives to show His it's okay to care. He knows there's a heart in there somewhere, and he's proud of it.

· Selden's covert displays of affection amuse him, and he occasionally enjoys reminding His he's a fine dragon, and a fondness for him is nothing to be ashamed of.

· He's also been known to neglect mentioning important details, improperly deeming them trivial, to Selden's still-loving chagrin.

· Why me?
Kanath is drawn to Selden's fierce, inwardly passionate nature. They are as alike as they are different, feeding off their strengths and balancing their weaknesses. Where rider is overly stoic, dragon is calm and caring. Kanath forces Selden to rediscover the merit in his empathy, emploring him to finally let go of his shell. At least every once in a while. Likewise, His provides the means for Kanath to see beyond his immediate interests, teaching him temperance and patience. Sure, they both have more than twice their share of confidence. Selden's defiance combined with Kanath's force is nothing to sneeze at. They're bound to disagree when is and isn't the appropriate time to lend a helping hand, and will invariably push themselves too hard too often, but they have much growing and learning they can do together.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Gar (wouldn't take a shortened name...maybe? Ga'...XD I dunno.)
Age: 20 turns (would be 21 to the day when the clutch hatches, technically.)
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual (strong female preference that he tries to ignore)
Rank: Candidate/Apprentice Starsmith
Physical Description: Nearly as 'beautiful' as his sister, Gar takes a different stance in his good looks. Where Faranie is bold and forward, he is more reserved, more complacent, though never meek. He is the moon to her sun, with slick dark hair and pale skin. He is tall, that is for sure, a thin, lanky 6'4". It is hard to see him at a desk though he usually is, and the fairness of his skin is attributed to his keeping nocturnal hours (for reading the stars, of course). He carries himself proudly, though there is a sense of defeat about him. The picture of the kind-hearted loser who cheers for the guy who win over him, he rarely shows anger or sorrow.
Personality: Hard working and loyal, it is his greatest regret and sorrow that he seems not able to impress a dragon. He does not show it though, save in the quiet of his own mind, and secretly he would give anything to be able to finally prove he can do it. Still, he has diverted his will and drive, and has taken up his craft in an effort to be something on his own merit, and not be a burden. His self esteem and sibling rivalry issues make him fearful of women, and he is more inclined to befriend men. He tells it like it is, and would like to have the same done to him. He wants his sister to love him, as he very much loves her, despite suffering repeated physical and verbal abuse from her. He hates being called names, but usually mentally agrees with them.
History: Born in Ista Weyr to rider parents, it was his dream to grow to ride a dragon...sadly, none of them seem to like him. Hatchlings part before him like water, and even adults and firelizards seem to avoid him. Between clutches he's been developing skills as a startsmith, so that, should impression not come to pass, he will be of some value yet to the weyr.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: He's got a wonderful sense for telling when it's going to rain. He's very organized and clean...otherwise, not much.
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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Marasemeth
Color: Bronze
Physical Description: Go wild! XD I really don't care at all how he ends up looking. Maybe a more grungy bronze, like this color...or a really bright color. Aaaah, I don't really care at all. He'd probably look fairly plain. He's based on the Mola Mola aka Ocean Sunfish! Big and lumpy~ As for shape, the bronze has a strange sort of stumpy look to him, the combination of slightly shorter tail and legs combined with his hefty body making him seem rather obese at times. Over eating isn't a problem for this fellow though, and he has a strangely graceful balance, though he does move quite slowly at times.
Personality: Unlike most dragons, Marasemeth has a fondness for staying in his weyr (likely to be near his rider) over sunbathing. Of course he does like to get his ichor warm, but he spends less time doing it than most would imagine a dragon would do. He is miserable on cold days, often becoming disoriented and fearful if he can't get warm. Aside from his rider he prefers to keep little company, though he won't purposefully ignore someone or walk away from a conversation. Very hard to insult, he takes things in stride and he never would work up the energy to hold a grudge properly. All in all he's a little bit lazy for a bronze, but in a pinch he can be just as loud and commanding as any other. Even more so, perhaps, because such actions from him would have an element of surprise to them.
Other: I went for a bronze because I really...want triumph for Gar. XD; He's so miserable, anything would really make him happy, but I feel like all his agonizing really would be even more worth it if on his last try he came out with something amazing and a bit unexpected.

RIDER INFORMATION

Name:Kypak

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Sexual Orientation: homosexual (he was as surprised as anyone)

Craft: Healer

Rank: Apprentice

Physical Description: Ky is not an especially large young man – he’s a few inches below average height, and while he has some muscle on him, he is not particularly broad of shoulder. However, he carries himself with good posture and self-assurance, rather than slouching or shrinking into a crowd; it is not uncommon for people not to notice his small build until he is placed near other boys his age for comparison. Neither is he stunningly handsome in the classical sense: features a bit too sharp, chin a bit too pointed, a rather stubborn set to the jaw, though this is offset by good cheek bones and well-proportioned limbs. Despite regular treks outdoors, Ky’s skin remains somewhat fair. He’s one of those people who simply does not tan well. His hair is dark ash blond, straight with a hint of wave, and would just brush his shoulders if he ever wore it down – he keeps it constantly tied back in a short ponytail to keep it out of his face, save for a few wayward strands. His eyes are grey tinged with blue, and frequently narrowed at whatever object or person is the current subject of his ire.

Personality: Ky is not at all ambitious. He doesn’t lack self-esteem – he considers himself neither stupid nor weak, and he’s not shy about it – he just doesn’t care all that much about climbing the status quo. Even before coming to terms with his sexuality, and what it meant in terms of dragon choice, he never dreamed of becoming a bronze rider for glory as some boys might. In fact, when it comes to dragons he’s practically colorblind – within reason, of course he’ll offer proper deference to a queen. He simply loves all dragons with a quiet, subdued passion, and as an apprentice healer considers it the highest honor that he might someday aid in easing their pain.

Some would say he should spare a little of that love towards his fellow humans.

This is, perhaps, uncharitable. It’s not that Ky is unsociable, or ill-tempered. He is simply an independent soul who does not suffer fools gladly. If he needs someone else’s opinion, he will ask someone with the intelligence and knowledge to offer agood opinion, and would everyone else please stay out of his business. This means that, for instance, he will defer to a superior, but if someone who is obviously no more qualified than he is tries to interfere, he is much less charitable. When, in turn, someone asks his opinion, he will provide it honestly: his criticism may be scathing, but his praise is equally heartfelt, and more valuable because he gives no empty compliments.

Ky is not one for long, flowery speeches. He is reasonably articulate, and he will use as many words as needed to convey his meaning, but no more. And true to the old adage, his reticence comes accompanied with attentive listening; Ky rarely forgets a name or a lesson. On the flipside, though, if in the company of someone who will not stop talking when he wants to end the conversation and do something else, Ky will resort to progressively less subtle hints to get them to shut up, from monosyllabic replies to tuning them out to outright requests to be quiet and let him work. If the offender truly does not get the hint, it is not unknown for Ky to simply get up and leave.

Kypak believes strongly in the concept of duty. And not in the “oh, I’m a martyr, I’ll do my duty even though I don’t like it” way. (In fact, that sort of behavior is one of the fastest ways to make him very, very cross.) Duty is not a chore you do because someone tells you to; it is a moral obligation. A debt is owed to those who give you life, provide for you, and protect you. That debt must be respected and repaid however possible. As a result, he’ll tolerate working even with those he loathes without complaint… if it’s absolutely necessary, and only for as long as necessary. And, well, no one can fault him for his thoughts, in that scenario.

If Ky has a biggest weakness, it is relationships. He recognizes that he is attracted to other men, but in a purely distant, aesthetic way. In that respect, thus far he’s practically asexual, never acting on his thoughts. He’s also torn when it comes to affection: he’s the kind of person who could be very tactile if he would permit himself to show it, but he doesn’t. Showing vulnerability to someone else is one of his greatest terrors, and if someone catches him in a moment of significant pain or fear he is likely to become irrationally hostile to them for quite some time afterward.

History: Kypak grew up in Ista Weyr, though no one in his lineage that he knows of has been a dragonrider. Despite this, his proximity to the Weyr meant that dragons were a fact of life growing up, and to this day he is quite comfortable around them… considering always, of course, that they are not to be trifled with.

Ky is the only child of two Weyr craftfolk. He would have had younger siblings, but… well, sometimes nature just says “no”. It never took. Eventually, Ky’s parents simply focused their attention on their one son. They don’t talk about it at all any more, really – it’s in the past, and Ky sees no reason to bring up a painful subject again. Given the situation, one might expect Ky to be a spoiled brat, but quite the opposite happened, really. He was guided with a firm hand away from indolence. It was in his early years that he was instilled with his strong moral compass, which persists to this day. When he showed an aptitude for learning, his parents arranged an apprenticeship to one of the Weyr healers, something he took to well. Imagine his surprise, however, when one of the Riders told him he was a potential candidate!

Kypak listened patiently to the man’s explanation. He knew a little about hatching, and the man filled out his limited knowledge: what struck him most was the alarming fact that a hatchling that did not find Theirs would go between and be lost. Ky agreed readily to go and stand if needed, to prevent that slim, awful chance that a hatchling might be lost that he could have saved.

He was fourteen turns old when he made that agreement. Ky has stood for several hatchings since then, without any dragon hatchling giving him so much as a second glance. He continues when he can with his healer training, expecting that when he becomes too old to Impress he can simply resume what he began before and become a proper dragonhealer for the Weyr.

To this day, he honestly does not believe that a dragon will Impress to him. He dreams of it, fantasizes about what it would be like, climbs to the high places of the Weyr to feel the wind in his face and close his eyes and wonder… But dragons go to weyrbrats. That’s what his parents always told him. It’s in the blood. Sure, he’s seen plenty of exceptions in his time at the Weyr, but that’s no reason to act a fool. He’s seen too many kids with swelled heads saunter in, certain that they’ll Impress a bronze or a gold, only to be crushed when they fail to secure anything at all… and he rarely has words of sympathy for them. In his mind, aspiring to dragonrider status is as absurd as aspiring to be tall – it relies on factors outside your control. Either a dragon will like him, or it will not, and if no dragon chooses him over all the other candidates, then Ky will care for all of them equally as a healer.

Pets: none.

Other/Talents: literate, though his handwriting is awful. Not COMPLETELY tone deaf.

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DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Tahaleth

Color: Brown

Physical Description: Based loosely on the Flameback Cichlid – x and x.
Egg – This fairly large egg is two-toned and brilliantly colored; a light iridescent blue on the bottom gives way to a streak of fiery red-orange on top. Towards the base of the egg are a single black stripe and a small scattering of yellow spots. The overall effect of these primary colors combined is a bold one – the egg seems to give off an aura of eagerness, as if the dragon inside is impatient to hatch.

Tahaleth’s primary color is a mid-range brown, perhaps with a slightly coppery or milk-chocolatey tone, whatever looks good, really. XD He has a bold, broad dorsal stripe from the tip of his nose to the base of his tail in a darker, more reddish hue. A seal-brown stripe runs from just beneath his eye down to his jaw, not unlike the mark common to falcons and kestrels. The only other distinctive markings he has are three neat, round spots on either hip, each one light sandy brown ringed in the same darker seal-brown as his eyestripe. The edges of his wing membranes fade to that lighter sandy brown as well.

Tahaleth is of about average size for his color. He is tall and solidly muscled, though not overly so, with long, broad wings well-suited to long glides. He has good stamina and carries himself with confidence; however, in flight he isn’t quite as elegant as some of his siblings. Power, yes. And courage in spades – he’ll happily try any stunt, no matter how bizarre or unlikely to succeed (hey, Mine, look what I saw the greens doing earlier -- OH FARANTH THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA). However, he struggles with the grace and finesse required to execute more complex maneuvers smoothly.

Personality: Appropriate that the cichlid he’s colored for is known as a “flameback” – Tahaleth is a fiery creature from hatching. He can be brash and overconfident, and he will rarely if ever acknowledge that a task is beyond his abilities; he is much more likely to try it anyway and fail spectacularly, unless his rider keeps him well in hand. But Tahaleth is also fearless and steadfast, important qualities in a creature born to fight a terror from the skies. When a critical moment comes, he will do anything his rider asks of him without a moment’s hesitation.

He is straightforward in both thought and demeanor, and enjoys the company of other dragons. Tahaleth fancies himself a natural leader, which is not strictly true; he’s a touch too impatient, and could easily get himself into trouble by haring off without giving his rider time to think it through. However, the more he matures, the more he’ll settle down and use his head in conjunction with his heart. When that happens, he’ll have the potential to be a real asset to his wing with his steady nerves and boundless energy. Once grown enough to chew firestone, he’ll prove to have an affinity for sustained fire, perhaps making up for his limitations in agility.

Tahaleth is fiercely loyal and protective; when he uses the affectionate epithet “Mine,” he means it quite seriously. His rider is his, and he considers it his solemn responsibility to see to his human’s well-being. As Tahaleth has an unusual amount of initiative for a dragon, this results in him hatching a lot of ideas about how to get Kypak to be a little more social and ambitious. He’s smart, he has a great dragon, why isn’t he out there becoming a Master Dragonhealer or a wingleader and getting all the girls? Or, okay, boys? (This whole sexual preference thing is a nebulous area for Tahaleth. He keeps forgetting that the gender of the rider matters to Kypak as much as the color of the dragon matters to him... and what with the number of Candidates of ambiguous gender around...) Fortunately, Tahaleth’s memory is mediocre even by dragon standards, and most of these ideas never see the light of day.

In return for this unswerving affection, he demands a good bit from his rider – while he isn’t the type to complain verbally, it is extremely hard to ignore a dragonet shoving his head into the small of your back and projecting his itchiness at full volume. He adores being scratched, oiled, bathed, stroked, leaned on, included in activities, and generally admired. If Kypak is otherwise occupied, he may even submit to a small scratch behind the headknobs from someone else, though he will do so with an almost feline air of condescension.

Other: I would love to play the interactions between these two. :3 They complement each other – Tahaleth has the spirit and drive to get the more introverted Kypak to really put himself out there, and where a flightier candidate might let Tahaleth run wild, Kypak has the level-headedness and force of personality to keep him in line when it counts. Plus, Tahaleth will bring out a warmer, more affectionate side to Ky that otherwise would rarely see the light of day. Not to say that all will be sunshine and roses – the conflicts are the fun part! Both Kypak and Tahaleth have a strong prideful streak and plenty of stubbornness to boot; I imagine that they will bicker from time to time when the rider’s pragmatism meets the dragon’s enthusiasm. Or worse yet, if the two together both decide that a lesson or an order is wrong – oh dear. XD Ky’s innate independence will be exacerbated by Tahaleth backing him up... I see potential trouble in their future. Finally, I imagine that Tahaleth would be the type to chase a queen when the opportunity arises, either because he thinks he can catch her or to kindle some ambition in his rider – much to the not-at-all-bisexual Kypak’s horror every time!

this has nothing to do with the fact that I would find it hilarious to see tiny Kypak on a large dragon no sir

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Rinfala
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Physical Description: Rinfala is a rather tall 5'8", with a slender figure. She has jet black hair that is usually kept in a braid or tied back, and icy blue eyes that stand out in her tanned skin. Her face is long and angular, stopping just short of being exaggeratedly so. She usually wears close-fitting, practical tunics of any color except orange (musn't clash with her beloved dragon). She carries a belt knife, which was bought with the excuse that "it might come in handy". Rinfala knows how to use it, too--the result of many long hours of practice. She has a tendency to be a little too formal in the face of authority, but otherwise opts for a fairly relaxed posture.

Personality: Rinfala is a strong-willed female with a very strange sense of humor. She is pleasantly optimistic, though with a biting sense of sarcasm at times. Readily taking charge with cool level-headedness during an emergency, she shies away from true leadership ranks--it's just a hassle in her mind. She's preparing herself to accept the flights as she must, but outside of them, you won't catch her in bed with a woman, oh no--and she'd flee the weyr of any female greenrider she woke up next to with something akin to horror. She takes orders well for the most part, with the occasional rebellion when she thinks they're just plain stupid. Speaking of stupidity, she has very little tolerance for it, and doesn't hesitate to say so...she's got just as much tolerance for gossip, if not less.

History: Rinfala grew up as the eldest daughter of two Journeyman Beastcrafters in Keroon Hold. She was a very rough-and-tumble little girl, never in any way interested in frills and girly things. She prided herself on 'being one of the boys' and was often the winner of small scuffles. Her sister couldn't have been more different, and was very indignant at having her older sibling be the way she was. Rinfala hit puberty like a brick wall. The change was quite sudden, as she went from Hold-wide tomboy to unexpectedly being the object of much attention from 'the boys.' Before she got a good chance to make a good impression on said boys however, she was Searched to become a Candidate for Ista Weyr. Standing for several Turns meshed her into Weyr life well enough, although she remains as stubbornly interested in males and only males since the day she hopped down from the Search dragon.

Pets:
Other/Talents: She's reasonably knowledgable about runner-beasts, as they were her parent's specialization. Intermediate level of skill with a belt knife.
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DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Zelith
Color: Blue
Physical Description: A large blue, Zelith is sturdily built, his body resembling that of a very small brown more than a blue. As such, he possesses above-average stamina at the cost of below-average agility. This will cost him the flights with greens that like to play acrobatic games, but he'll have his chance to shine with the particularly stubborn ones.
Personality: Zelith is clever, ambitious, and harbors little guilt about pushing his rider to be everything that she can. He believes that she can go far, and that she should go far. He adores the water and flirting with a pretty green well enough, but prefers to strut his stuff by outshining everyone else in drills. Even if he's not as skilled as he thinks he is...well, good luck telling him that. Despite his size as a blue, Zelith will be agressive in flights, at times too distracted by his competition to focus properly on the 'prize.'
Other: I would like his coloring to be based on a electric blue damsel fish.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Kiera
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description:
Hair: Dark Brown. Wavy, to the mid-back.
Eye: Green
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: Average. Chubby in thighs, but has well-toned muscles.

Personality: Quiet and rather shy.
Kiera isn't really known to be outspoken. But besides this, she a hard worker, and quick to anger when people complain. She likes to make friends, and is protective over her friends.
She is a great lover of legend and lore, especially about the dragonriders in which she praises. She has a quick mind, and deft hands. She can be boyish, living around a family of brother, and so much testosterone has left her more masculine than feminine. She also hates to sit still, finding it difficult to not be useful, and is more inclined to do tedious jobs that involve mind and body.

History: Being the daughter of two farmers wasn't easy, but Kiera knew it would lead her to better things. And she was glad for it. She learned many things, starting from when she was very small through her puberty, and even now. Her parents, Ilshar and Amara were the best in her life, along with her two older brothers, Azkir and Freil, who watched her so carefully.

When her mother fell ill, Kiera wasn't sure what to do. Her father wasn't sure either, and fell into a depressive state, leaving her and her brothers to take care of crops and animals. It was not long after that her mother finally passed. Everything seemed to dim in her world, and even she lost the will to smile and be happy. She felt a twinge of regret, like she could have done something to save her mother, but she knew it was never possible.

Her mother was buried, and life seemed to go on moving. They took care of the crops, and tended the animals. On and on and on... Two years past, and she found herself rebuking this sullen life, wanting something different.
Her brothers watched her with smiling eyes. They had always wanted something different for their little sister. And so they hoped.

Kiera wasn't sure what to do, longing to be up in those skies like all the famous dragonriders from stories she was told while sitting on her father's knee. But perhaps it was not possible.

When she turned seventeen Turns, her wish was granted. After coming home from the fields, she saw an extraordinary sight. A dragon outside her house, and a dragonrider speaking with her startled father. When she and her brothers came closer, the rider turned his attention to her. He didn't have to say a word, for she felt her heart leap from her chest, and she crowed with joy. Freedom! Freedom at last! Her brothers hugged her tightly, happy for her, and happy for what she would become hopefully. Her father, on the other hand, was sullen, distressed. She hugged him tightly, telling him to keep up hopes, and she would see him soon.

After that, she found herself where she always dreamed to be: On the shoulders of a dragon, flying through the clouds.

Pets:
Other/Talents: Intelligent, agile. Good with mending leather. Good with animals.

Picture: Pic Pic

DRAGON INFORMATION

Name: Demasonth

Color: Dark blue/Light Blue

Physical Description: Pseudotropheus Demasoni Bright blue stripes mingle with his deeper shaded body. His slightly rounded middle suggests that his weyrmate feeds him quite well, though his little growing muscles show he still gets the good exercise necessary to be a strong dragon one day.

Personality: Damasonth is as shy as his rider, but unlike Kiera, he is inclined to lounge in the sun then be of any help to her. He enjoys being a nuisance at points, and is greedy at taking his weyrmate away from her studies to rub him. He is "as lazy as a queen" and in some senses just as frustrating and spoiled. But he knows when it is a good time to be serious, and will be as serious as any dragon, be it Bronze or Green. When not in mortal peril, he will work by the side of his Rider, aiding those who need it. But after all the work is done, he will be the first to his rider to make sure all is well with her, keeping her safe always. Basically, he's a bratty, spoiled boy who is protective.

Other:
~Why Kiera? Though odd at times, Kiera has a heart of gold and wants nothing more then to protect her home. Unlike some Candidates, the absence of fear in the presence of a dragon only makes her bolder.
~Damasonth? Just a shortened version of the Latin name for the Beta.
~Which Pose? I thought perhaps the lazy, lay-down pose would be perfect for a dragon like Damasonth.