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Name: Savindral
Age: 17
Nameday:
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ???
Craft: None
Rank: Candidate
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description:
Destined for a height he hasn't grown into yet, Savindral is a rather spindly fellow currently standing a hair over 6'. With black hair, tanned skin, and dark brown eyes with heavy lashes, he may be handsome in a Turn or two. For now, he's more awkward than anything.

Personality:
Savindral is, in many ways, a simple young man. While not unintelligent, he is utterly unambitious and without conceit; as long as he needs are met - food, safe shelter, and companionship - and the individuals he cares for are happy, he is content with life and will have few complaints. He is used to making do with very little, so the conditions at Western Weyr seem a bounty in comparison, for which he is very grateful, and in turn is happy to do whatever may be aaked of him.

Guileless and inherently trusting, Savindral doesn't know when he's being lied to, making him easy to manipulate or use. He doesn't understand lying, and as it doesn't occur to him to lie, he assumes that others are truthful as well. He won't knowingly do anything that would hurt someone, being very averse to causing harm to another. He will defend himself or someone else if he absolutely has to, but he much prefers to avoid or defuse conflict. Fortunately, it's rare that he ends up in such situations: butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, and he has an innocent, boyish charm. A young man he may be, but his open, naive demeanor often makes him seem younger by a few Turns.

Though he's more used to the company of animals than people, he's far from feral or antisocial; he is in fact quite amiable, if a little bit odd by conventional standards. His people manners are still a work in progress: he can be overfamiliar with people he thinks are his friends, and won't hesitate to fix hair or clothing if it's mussed, and assumes that all food is for sharing. He thinks nothing of taking from a friend's plate, but in all fairness, won't mind in the least if they do the same. They could ask for something that's already on its way to his mouth and he'd offer it right over. He's very physically affectionate, and likes to be close to his friends, so anyone who allows it may find themselves leaned on or draped over. If someone makes it clear they do not appreciate his closeness (or food-stealing, etc.), however, he will heed being told off and not do it again. There is no shame in his heart, so he'll rarely be hurt when he's corrected; if anything, he'll appreciate the learning experience and use it to be better, as he is very aware that he has a lot to learn. But when someone does accept his quirky brand of affection? Oh, he couldn't be happier! He is intensely loyal, and will always try to look out for and do right by his friends.

Overall, he's a very easygoing sort, accepting people exactly as they are and trusting that what they are is good. He has difficulty understanding why or how some people can just be mean, and is rather like a kicked puppy if someone is cruel to him.

Positive Trait List genuine, easygoing, loyal, without conceit
Negative Trait List naive, unambitious, overly familiar, easily manipulated

History:
Born to parents who were disinterested in him at best beyond his eventual ability to help with work (until which point he was quite the inconvenience), Savindral grew up on a ranch of respectable size on the Western Continent. An only child, and with no other families nearby, he spent most of his time with the animals: a mix of herdbeasts, runnerbeasts, and canines. Far from being a lonely child, he was happy with their company, and considered them fast friends and playmates. He was dutiful about helping to care for them, and naturally skilled at handling them. He was perfectly content with this lot in life, blissfully oblivious that he might be missing anything. To him, it was all perfectly normal, and he was fond of and eager to please his parents whether the affection was returned or no.

They were hard hit when Thread returned, and his mother and much of the livestock were lost. They've been barely scraping by in the Turns since, trying to recover from their losses. Savindral was Searched to Western just before Killakeeth's clutch, and though he was reluctant to leave his family, he was enchanted by the dragon...and encouraged by his father, since it would mean one less mouth to feed.

Far from being overwhelmed by the Weyr, he's delighted by the sheer number of people. He's working through a learning curve when it comes to conventional social skills, and reads better than he writes, but puts in nothing less than full effort in all of his lessons and chores.

Other: Prefers to eat meat from wherries and fish when possible, rather than from anything with hooves.

Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No

Name: J'yisu
Age: 20
Nameday: YYYY.MM.DD i.e. 3560.03.18 [Please note that Pern has 13 months and each month has 28 days.]
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ??
Craft: Blacksmith
Rank: Apprentice
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description:
Personality:
Positive Trait List [At least 3. Just spell out what they are and it should follow your written personality i.e. cheerful, loyal, confident]
Negative Trait List [At least 3. Just spell out what they are and it should follow your written personality i.e. insecure, selfish, anxious]
History:
Other: Anything else you want to add?

DRAGON - - - -
Name: Kuseth
Personality
In a clutch full of confidence, Kuseth was given short shrift. Though large and imposing in size, he was not gifted the self-esteem to match, and will struggle with how visible his size and color make him. This is a wallflower who would love nothing more than to vanish into the crowd, but unfortunately for him, he sticks out like a sore thumb. And as if that weren't enough, it's like there's so much of him he doesn't quite no what to do with it: Kuseth is awkward and clumsy on the ground, and while with practice he will be better in the air, his early attempts are almost guaranteed to be spectacularly bad.

Quiet and sensitive, Kuseth both worries and expects that he will be laughed at for his missteps, physical and otherwise. A shy creature, he is socially anxious, and as likely to trip over his words as he is over his own feet. While awkward and nervous, he does dearly love company, though he's not sure he's worthy of friends; his clutchmates are all so lovely, and confident, and perfect, and he is just...Kuseth. He has thoroughly convinced himself that he doesn't fit in and that everyone else is far too good for him, so he will be content with whatever scraps they throw his way. Unless bolstered by his rider, he will be easily taken advantage of.

Kuseth's hearts are huge and full of love, and he is far more intelligent than he gives himself credit for. He is patient, generous, and forgiving, and has so much to offer, if only he would allow himself to blossom instead of hiding. Putting himself first - or even second or third - will be a struggle for this bronze. All this love and selflessness will, however, drive him to be a dedicated Threadfighter, who won't hesitate to risk injury or worse for the sake of others.

Egg Size: Large
Adult Size: 45'
Physical Attributes: Kuseth's wings are over-large, and in his youth especially they will often get in his way. Though near maximum length of his color, he is gaunt and gangly.
Additional Notes: Flights will be problematic for Kuseth, who rarely if ever has the confidence to join. He is not nearly as good as the other chasers, and certainly not worthy of anyone who takes to the air. He will be prone to fruitless, pining crushes, about which he will never say a word unless confronted.

Why Me:

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Would you be open to winning a different color dragon if this concept does not win the preferred bronze? Yes or No

Name: Ishkhara
Age: 25
Nameday: 3550.07.09
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation:
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: None
Physical Description:
Pale-skinned, lilac-eyed and light-haired, Ishkhara was blessed with luscious curves that she enjoys accenting with clothing that complements her figure and skin tone. She will occasionally dye her hair on a whim, and when she does so hravitates towards fanciful colors. She is of fairly average height, just under 5'7".
Personality:
A people person in every sense of the phrase, Ishkhara thrives in company, whether she is the center of attention or just a quiet support. She is outgoing enough to be comfortable in most situations, but without the self-importance thst might drive one to seek the spotlight or anything more than she really deserves. Though she knows herself and her wants too well to simply be a doormat, she is ultimately a people-pleaser, but to a reasonable extent; she won't let just anyone run roughshod over her, use her or take something dear to her, but she will do what she can within reason to ensure that others are seen to and happy. She will think little of giving up her seat or her bubblypie, or of being the shoulder to cry on or source of advice. She likes the company and companionship that being a helper brings, even if it gives her less time for herself or her own pursuits. Any time in the company of friends is well-spent.

Ishkhara has never been one to strive for recognition or towards some higher purpose; she is content to live her life, whatever that happens to bring her way. Growing up in a Weyr, the greatest dream she really had was to be a rider, and with that achieved, she simply wants to be a good rider - and more importantly, a good wingmate. She will be keenly aware of everything that goes on around them during drills and Threadfall, always with an eye for keeping not only herself and Keyrarath out of trouble, but those in proximity to them. Her worst nightmare would be to cause harm to someone else, whether directly or indirectly.

While very conscious of personal space, and of the fact that everyone has very different boundaries and thresholds, she is a very tactile person, and will be openly affectionate with anyone who allows it. And if physical affection haopens to be what someone needs for comfort or cheering up, she will happily give that, too, no strings attached. Strings will be difficult for her, when it comes to relationships; she might be a fast friend for life, and will certainly never shy away from being friends with benefits, but something about being committed to one love for always and forever gives her cold feet. Confront her with the prospect and she is guaranteed to run.

If she'd not Impressed after the return of Thread, she'd likely have drifted off with her dragon to have whatever adventures the wind took them to, free to do as they pleased and burdened by no pressing responsibilities. Though the helper in her has embraced the duty of fighting, a part of her will always be intimidated, and wistful for a time when they could have lived in peace. None but Keyrarath will know that, deep down, Ishkhara is truly afraid of what could happen to them and to those they care for; unwilling to burden others with her own troubles, she will bottle up anything less than positive and keep it to herself, presenting a calm face and a steady smile no matter what turmoil might lie beneath.

Positive Trait List sociable, easygoing, people-pleaser
Negative Trait List unambitious, commitment-phobe, denies negative emotions
History:
Ishkhara is a very run-of-the-mill weyrbrat in all respects. She was the product of a goldflight, born to young woman at the end of her Candidacy and who chose to leave after her daughter was born, as in the meantime she had aged out and preferred not to linger. And so Ishkhara was creche-raised, and was an easy child to look after and teach. As she got older, she proved to be a natural hand at helping with the other children, and could often be found smoothing over conflicts or kissing a skinned elbow to make it better, or loaning out her favorite toy if someone else was having a nightmare.

Like so many weyrbrats before her, she became a Candidate once she was of age, and as ever was an easy keeper, attending to all of her chores and lessons and helping others when they needed it. She was not an ounce of trouble, but no amount of effort or good behavior can guarantee a dragon, and she stood for clutch after clutch Turn after Turn, with no success. By the time she reached her twenties, she had started to worry. Maybe she was destined to just age out, like her mother. But in the end, she didn't, nor did she cut it as close as some. She was 24 when she stood for Hesperith's clutch, and finally a little green worked her way through the crowd to (gently) pounce upon her.

Oh! There you are, my Ishkhara! I have been looking all over for you! Now that I have found you, won't you take your Keyrarath for an adventure? Perhaps we can start with the food table.

Just as she had been as a Candidate, Ishkhara was a dutiful Weyrling, living up to the expectations that were set for her and her beloved green. Lessons, practice, everything was attended properly and given the attention it was due, and together she and Keyrarath made it through without significant incident. Keyrarath suffered minor 'scoring at their Blooding, but nothing serious.

Other: <3

DRAGON
Name: Keyrarath
Age: 1
Color: Green
Size: 19'
Physical Description:
Personality:
From the time she and her siblings were in their eggs, they were regaled wirh tales of romance and grand adventure, and Keyrarath has been eager to find both ever since. While hearing new stories will placate her to a degree, for while at least, there is nothing quite like the real thing, and she dreams of and strives for a life worthy of the greatest tales and ballads. Nevermind that no one ever really bothers to write of little greens; all she has to do is live big enough, and one day someone will tell her story!

Easily carried off by flights of fancy, soft and airy little Keyrarath is, in many ways, what some would consider a very typical green, flighty and without their idea of substance, but she won't take offense. She is too happy in her daydreams to care what "they" might think, and while her motivations might seem silly to some, there is no denying that this dragon is willing to work hard in pursuit of her dreams. If she is to be worthy of a story of her own, she must of course fight Thread, and fight it well: make no mistake, there is a budding heroine in this tiny green package.

And what is a tale without romance? But if there is somewhere she stumbles, it's here. She craves a true, devoted love, a hero in shining armor to stand beside her, and wants it so desperately that she is likely to look in all the wrong places. Much like her mother, she can't help but admire and be swept off her feet by big, strapping boys, particularly of the bronze variety. But unlike her golden mother, her chances of catching and keeping their attention are slim. She will believe every sweet word and promise made when she Rises, and be heartbroken when the morning reveals them to have been less than true.

When the world is cruel - and it almost certainly will be - Keyrarath will run to cry against a sympathetic shoulder, and her parents and siblings will soon know of every one of her woes. If there is anything she loves as much as stories, it is her family, and some of her happiest times are those spent giggling and gossiping with any of her sisters and brothers who might be so inclined.

Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: a sparklederg from many moons ago

Name: Th'ris
Age: 37
Nameday: 3539.09.19
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: ???
Craft: Baker
Rank: Journeyman
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: An imposing, well-muscled 6'5", Th'ris has green eyes and thick, wavy red hair. The Western sun hasn't been kind to his fair skin, leaving him quite freckled and sun-damaged, but he doesn't mind.

Personality:
Though he is as amiable a man as one might find, Th'ris is not precisely outgoing: not a bundle of obvious, oblivious cheer like a certain blonde brother of his. While not shy, he is calm, quiet, and soft-spoken, and always mindful of everyone around him, whether of their physical space or emotional state. He knows full well how large he is, and that some people may find that intimidating, so he has long since learned to mitigate that - not that there was much of learning curve, as his natural inclination has always been to be gentle and careful. It only became more exaggerated as he grew into his size and, to some extent, became a bit self-conscious of it. He doesn't want to take up more than his fair share of space, and he definitely doesn't want to intimidate anyone, or thought a blockhead or a bruiser. For all that he's practically built to crack skulls, that is the very last thing he would ever want to do, and is reluctant to even engage in so much as a play-fight. However, if someone were threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to step in, no matter how much he hates being imposing, let alone actually fighting...but he does know that his size gives him an advantage, and it would be wrong not to help someone just because it would put him in an uncomfortable position. Still, he much prefers when he can help by reaching a tall shelf or lugging something heavy.

He is ever-helpful, and enjoys acts of kindness without expecting anything in return. Though he appreciates gratitude - it is nice to have a bit of validation - he doesn't expect it, and he certainly doesn't keep track or try to collect favors owed. If the people he cares about are safe and happy, then Th'ris is happy. This makes it easy for him to get lost in what others need and neglect himself, as he can't say no. He will run himself ragged doing everything he can and then some for others, and not even resent or regret it, just keep pushing and pushing until he physically can't anymore, or is made to stop. And even then, he will feel absolutely terrible that he can't do more, and be weighed down by the guilt of it.

Th'ris can easily be run roughshod over, especially in relationships. He will almost always acquiesce to what the other party wants, and if their happiness costs his, it won't even occur to him to complain.

Positive Trait List gentle, mindful, selfless
Negative Trait List self-conscious, overworker, easily exploited

History:
The second oldest child of a baker and a former mercenary, Th'ris grew up in a minor Hold quite far north in the Northern Continent. With one older sibling and seven younger, it was quite the busy family, and as one of the oldest, he was often tasked with wrangling the younger ones. He enjoyed a good, carefree youth in a family full of love for one another, and ultimately decided to follow in his father's footsteps and take up baking. He went off to Cooking Hall at 16, and became a Journeyman at 21. He drifted a bit for awhile, looking for somewhere to settle permanently but never finding quite the right fit, before he was Searched to Western.

He didn't really expect much to come of it - though one of his younger brothers had Impressed some Turns before at High Reaches - and so he was quite surprised when at his very first Hatching a heavyset brown hatchling who'd been nosing through the Candidates, checking in on several from the Touching, introduced himself and asked to please be fed if it wouldn't be too much trouble. He also handed off the piece of shell he'd been carrying in his mouth for safekeeping.

The pair were easy students and classmates to have, and made it through their Weyrling training with only minor incidents, like some impressively botched landings while learning to fly. After graduation, they decided to stay - Hamath was happiest around other dragons, after all, and Th'ris figured Western was as good a place to settle as any. Since Thread's return, they've both earned their fair share of scars, and while they may never enjoy fighting, they'll never back down from defense of their home.

Other:

DRAGON - - - -
Name: Hamath
Age: 8
Color: Brown
Size: 39'
Physical Description: Just a bit above average in length overall, but with a tail that's a little short for the rest of him, Hamath is a very thick, muscular brown.
Personality
Don't let his muscular build and scarred hide fool you: Hamath is nothing but a giant marshmallow. Though he has far more brawn than brain, he's full of all the sweetness and fluff someone could possibly want. He's possessed of enormous hearts, and genuinely loves the world and just about everyone in it. He is a most amiable dragon who assumes everyone to be a potential friend, and who will be terribly let down if it doesn't actually work out that way. An unkind word or action will send him packing in no time flat, and he will be prone to sulking about it for quite awhile.

As kind and gentle as he is with others, Hamath is plagued by anxiety and self-esteem issues, as he just can't let go of any negative interaction he's ever had, no matter how many positives he's had to outweigh the negatives. He will constantly look to His for reassurance, and will be clingy with friends and lovers. He will also dote upon them excessively, and is a generous, accomodating dragon. If someone needs or wants something that is in his power to do or give, he will oblige without hesitation.

...unless they want one of his rocks, which he's been collecting since he was a hatchling. Whether they're especially smooth, a pretty color, or an interesting shape, he loves rocks, and when he finds a good one he entrusts it to His to keep safe with the rest of the collection. If he'll part with a rock for you, he really, really likes you.

Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: this is a thread

Name: Khazine
Age: 27
Nameday: 05.18.3549
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: ???
Craft: Mercenary
Rank: Wingrider
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description:

Personality:


Positive Trait List
Negative Trait List

History:
Born to a Mercenary and his wife, Khazine lived out most of her youth in a Minor Hold beholden to Igen, and was cared for primarily by her mother and grandparents while her father was off about his business. Anytime he made it home to visit, however, she practically worshipped at his feet, and from the time she was small she wanted to be a warrior like him. Though her grandparents were far from enamored with the idea, he indulged her anyway and taught her, and once she turned 16, began actively training her. Once he deemed her sufficiently ready - and her mother deemed her sufficiently old enough - he took her along on his travels. They most often took jobs escorting Trader caravans, though there were odds and ends of other things here and there, whatever opportunities came their way that weren't questionable. It wasn't an easy life, but Khazine loved it, even the hard days and the inevitable scars.

As time went on, she even began to flirt with the idea of Feline- or Wherhandling so that she might improve her effectiveness and prospects even further, but during a stopover in Nerat, she was happened upon by a Searchrider from Ista who was seeking Candidates for an impending Hatching. She agreed to go, and that was that: a month later, she Impressed a small brown. Khazine couldn't have been more thrilled with her Uluroth - he was far, far better than any wher or feline could have been - but suddenly being stuck in one place after four Turns on the road soon began to chafe at her. Though they'd gotten on well enough with most of their classmates, once they'd completed their Weyrling training, the pair left to return to guarding caravans.

Then Thread returned and ruined everyone's day. Initially, they returned to Ista, out of a sense of loyalty to where Uluroth was hatched, but grew discontent there, and put in for a transfer to more progressive Western.

Other:

DRAGON - - - -
Name: Uluroth
Age: 6
Color: Brown
Size: 33'
Physical Description:
Rather small for a brown but not quite tiny, Uluroth has delicate body proportions but very large wings. He bears scars from his time doing mercenary work, as well as Threadscore.

Personality
Uluroth is, upon first impression, a quiet and genteel dragon. His manners are impeccable, and he has great respect for other living beings...at least in general. That respect can very quickly be lost if he is witness to someone's poor behavior, and he has no tolerance for those who would bully, mistreat, or otherwise take advantage of others. If someone has earned his disapproval, they'll find themselves subject to a talking-to, or, if necessary, something a little more physical. Even and polite he might be, but he will absolutely shred someone if they have done something he considers wrong or unjust. Once that's all said and done, though, he does not forgive and forget. It is exceedingly difficult to get back into his good graces, and anyone on his bad side will be subjected to an icy cold shoulder indefinitely.

With those exceptions aside, he is a deep-hearted dragon with vast reserves of loyalty, who is warm with his friends and anyone else who might need him. He is especially fond of youths and smaller creatures, and is always happy to indulge the curiosity of anyone enamored with dragons. He is a fine Search dragon, and is always amenable to being a 'chore' for Candidates to bathe, patient and kind if they might need a pointer. And if someone needs a friendly headknob to pour out their woes to, he's here for that, too.

Uluroth loves fiercely, and will be incredibly protective of anyone who manages to capture his hearts.

Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: x

Name: Iden (Idenna)
Age: 32
Nameday: 3544.10.19
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual?
Craft: None
Rank: Wingrider
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description:
Iden's naturally skin has darkened a shade or two under the Western sun, and she keeps her slightly wavy medium-brown hair at waist-length. Her eyes are a soft gold, and she stands at an unimpressive 5'2" in height.

Personality:
Naturally accomodating and in want of better self-confidence, Iden is generally a follower, and will look to others for direction or confirmation even when she knows she knows what she's doing. She struggles constantly with her own agency, wanting to be more, wanting be be better, but forever doubting her abilities, knowledge, and potential. She's just Iden, and for much of her life, believed that to be really not very much at all. Even now, while Asalijath has seen to it that she no longer feels out-of-place and without belonging, she sees herself as mostly unremarkable; concisely put, she has no ego. A mostly-imagined need for guidance, coupled with her people-pleasing nature, renders her easily taken advantage of. If someone were to put enough time, effort, and careful lies into it, and especially if they reinforced it all with some affection, she could well be manipulated into things she might later be ashamed of, if removed from the situation...or perhaps she'd be too deep in, and remain loyal. Such would be very possible, if she were infatuated enough.

It follows that she is hopelessly attracted to bad boys - both the ones who wear it openly and the charmers who hide it well - making her prone to ill-advised crushes that, if they ever do evolve into relationships, are practically destined to go down in flames. She simply craves affection, and if given it, won't question the source; her desperate need to be loved will blind her to red flags that would send other individuals running. She will endure, forgive, and make excuses for poor and even abusive behavior. At worst, she will believe that she deserves it, and at best, that she can change someone. A normal, healthy relationship is what she wants, and she can't help but be a touch envious of the ones she sees...and on the rare occasion she falls for someone who's not bad news, it will likely be someone taken or otherwise completely out of reach.

Iden wants to believe the best of everyone, and as such can get along with almost anyone. She forms attachments quickly, though she is always cautious never to intrude or push her company on anyone, and for all her want of affection, isn't outwardly clingy or needy, and if anything may overcompensate and give more space than necessary, assuming that she most likely not wanted or needed. Forever worried about being dead weight, Iden is as hard a worker as you could ever want to find, and will put herself to any task she's given without complaint. If she has trouble, she will try and try again, until she accomplishes what she's set out to do, even if it leaves her exhausted or injured. Dedicated and deeply loyal, she will be devoted to any wing she's placed in, and will give everything for friends and lovers without question. If ever forced to choose between friends and a lover, however, she would almost certainly choose the lover, regardless of what they've done.

Positive Trait List accomodating, persevering, loyal
Negative Trait List easily manipulated, self-doubting, blind to faults in anyone she likes

History:
An unwanted child, a 'mistake' made by a good girl from a good, upstanding family, Iden was never outwardly admitted to be her mother's child. Enthenia just went away to visit relatives for awhile, and some time later, it just happened that some cousin had passed and left a child behind that needed caring for, and the family was good enough to take it in. It's a story that Iden herself actually still wholeheartedly believes, and has not the faintest inkling that her family has lied to her all her life. They were so very kind and gracious to take her in, and she is deeply grateful to them for doing so, even though she was a terrible inconvenience, often in the way and hardly any use at all, barely worth the trouble of raising her.

She was never physically abused, but very often put down, and always given the menial tasks that no one else wanted to bother with, clothed in worn hand-me-downs and never properly educated. And she accepted it all, because every once in awhile there might be some scrap of praise or affection, though often with an accompanying barb, and because they were her family. After all, where would she be without them? All manner of terrible things could happen to someone like her, without the wits or experience to know what was best for her.

It was an utter shock to them all when, at 20, she was Searched to Western, and a greater shock still when she Impressed at her first clutch. Iden, who had had little time indeed to even settle in and fully get her bearings - let alone make friends - in those few sevendays, had had no one she felt she knew well enough to Stand with, and as a result had felt rather lost on the Sands. She reminded herself what a great honor it was to be there, of how lucky she was to even be in the presence of the young dragons, and kept her thoughts positive. Only in her wildest dreams had she even imagined one might choose her, and so now and then if one passed by in its search for its rider, she beheld it only with awe, not covetousness. Eventually, against all odds, one that had passed by paused, considered, and turned to regard her with rainbow eyes. You seek no more than what the world sees fit to give you, IdennaMine, but you are worth the world to your Asalijath. Come. My family, my home, is now yours, and I will let no one judge you lesser again.

Asalijath wanted a rider who did not need more, who chased neither power nor material desire, who would serve beside her without complaint, and was a match for her in loyalty and devotion. The woman may often need support and reminding of her own worth, but Asalijath's own quiet confidence can hold her up when necessary, and there have been a few times over the Turns the gold has had to intervene to keep Hers from being taken advantage of in one way or another. She hasn't always been able to keep her from heartache, but has grown ever-more vigilant with time, and now guards Hers' hearts as fiercely as she guards her home from Thread.

It broke both their hearts when the menace returned, casting not only their family and home into danger, but all of Pern, and they are stalwart in doing everything in their ability to protect as many as they can, as best they can. Between a combination of luck and being a bit less at risk than fighting dragons and their riders, neither has suffered significant injury, though they each bear relatively minor scars. The scars on their hearts from dragons and riders lost, some of their own classmates among them, run far deeper.

Other:

DRAGON - - - -
Name: Asalijath
Age: 12
Color: Gold
Size: 83'
Physical Description:
On the small side for a gold, but with everything in good proportion - her tail perhaps just a little long - Asalijath is a fine example of a dragon.

Personality
Hatched composed and wise behind her years, Asalijath is an old soul, and much of what life might try to throw at her will simply roll off her hide like water. There is little that can truly find its way under her skin, as she is not only naturally calm, but has always been well aware of her purpose, place, and role in life. She loves her home and her family, and is devoted to both with every fiber of her being. She has and will never question Western's way of doing things, as she exists very happily within it. If she were ever called upon to lead, she would be honored to serve in such a way, but it does not chafe at her that she may well never be. She has no inherent desire for power, and sees leadership and rank as service, things to be borne with utmost respect if and while they are required, then set aside when the time comes.

That said, dutiful servant of the Weyr that she is, she is not subservient. Just as she does not place herself above others, she does not place herself beneath them. Though she does not swagger or grasp at prestige, she has full confidence in her own abilities, and knows well that she stands on equal footing with all other faithful wingdragons of Western. Those who outrank her have her utmost respect, and will find orders and tasks given swiftly completed - though if on the off chance she objected, she would calmly make it known and hope for clarification or resolution.

Asalijath can at times seem aloof, but nothing could be further from the truth. While devoted to duty and often serious, her words and bearing formal more often than not, she is absolutely full to brimming with love for those she holds dear. She is happiest in the company of family - whether of the same bloodline or family-of-hearts - and will spend all the time she can with those she loves.

When it comes to romantic love, she has yet to give her hearts in such a way; she remains fond of those who have caught her in the past, as at the very least they now fall under the wing of family, but thus far has not felt compelled to take a more permanent mate. Truth be told, she hasn't looked, and if it ever happens, it will very likely be something that grows over time without her noticing.

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The Rider

Name: S'vesi?
Age: 26
Nameday:
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: seems to lean more towards ladies
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Fighter/Journeyman
Physical Description: Lorg


Personality:
Rider is easy to be intimidated by: between his size, his scars, and his tendency to not speak unless spoken to, he comes off quite serious and formidable indeed. But while he certainly can be those things, there is a good, soft heart to be found inside this mountain of a man. Some of the reason for his quiet is that he harbors some social anxiety, partly out of natural inclination and partly due to a life spent sticking out like a sore thumb (at least before coming to the Weyr, which seems to be a gathering place for very large individuals). Throughout his life, most people have assumed that he is all brawn and no brain, and while that couldn't be farther from the truth, he has taken it to heart and has a low opinion of his own intelligence when in reality, he simply lacked much in the way of education. Regardless, he contented himself with the role of dumb muscle, and has never complained, even if that has been to his detriment. It's extremely rare for a complaint to pass his lips, or for that matter even enter his mind with any seriousness; given that his self-worth is so lacking, he is that much more inclined to simply suffer through things with little more than a shrug.

While not so unintelligent as he believes himself to be, he is a simple soul, and as long as he feels like he has a purpose, contentment is not out of reach. He does enjoy his comforts, though, so things like a warm meal and a decent spot to sleep (especially indoors) will make him a happy man indeed. He also enjoys company, even if it takes time for him to become comfortable, and is a fast and warm friend to those who earn his trust, which isn't a difficult feat. A kind word or gesture goes a long, long way with Rider, to the extent that he wouldn't be difficult to manipulate or deceive, as he has a wide emotional blindspot for those he perceives to be his friends. He is a good friend to have, himself, supportive and giving and always willing to lend a hand. He has a good, amiable sense of humor, and in all is a very easy man to get along with. Not much bothers him, except for the sorts of things that would bother any decent person, like displays of cruelty or malice.

He is a romantic at heart, though not strictly in an amorous sense - he is someone who truly appreciates and enjoys the beauty of the world around him, and is easily wrapped up in a song or tale. As hard a worker as he is, he sees no shame in stopping to smell the flowers now and then. His work ethic is solid, and he will set himself to any task given him without complaint, but he knows that there is more to life than work, work, and more work. What's the point of life if you don't enjoy it, and why not pause now and then to appreciate the wonders of the world? He won't shirk or be distracted from his duties, but in his off-time, he will absolutely take actual time off rather than try to squeeze in every moment of productivity that he can. Hard worker yes, workaholic no, and without an ounce of ambition.

As unambitious and easily contented as he is, Rider is not generally a self-motivator: he doesn't want rank or prestige, he doesn't need to be the best at anything, he doesn't...need much at all, really, aside from a bit of direction to get him moving. He settles into schedules and expected duties well, and will jump to help someone in a heartbeat if they need it, but isn't someone who looks for more work or even does much planning.

Positive Trait List hard worker, loyal, romantic
Negative Trait List low self-worth, overly trusting, unambitious

History:

Rider had a fairly unremarkable upbringing: two loving parents, two older siblings, two younger siblings, and a fairly comfortable life far from the struggle of places like Nabol. His parents were farmers, themselves the children of farmers, in lands under Redoubt Hold, so he grew up working the land. It was hard work, but a good life, and he'd likely have been content to farm for the rest of his days, had he not caught the eye of someone from the Fighter Hall. He was a big lad who was clearly only going to get bigger, and a fair prospect for that sort of work...and he had always been rather enchanted by tales of adventure, and been an eager spectator at tourneys.

Once apprenticed, he took to the work well, as he did to all work. With a purpose and clear expectations, he learned quickly and easily, and would eventually go on to become a Mercenary, mostly because he liked the idea of travelling. It was work that, of course, earned him his fair share of scars, but he didn't mind. Still, he didn't expect to do it forever, expecting to one day in the future - another ten, twenty Turns maybe - find a sweet lady, settle down and return to his farming roots and raise a family. A simple dream, but one he thought of often.

Long before that could happen, though, something most unexpected did: he was singled out by a Search dragon, who would take him to High Reaches Weyr to stand for an impending clutch. Three days later, he would become a weyrling when one of Zenobiath's brood selected him to be theirs, approaching him without fuss or muss to declare, Yes, I do believe you will do.

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The Dragon

Origin of Name: from Sufridor, a Criollo gelding offered to Louis Bruhnke and Vladimir Fissenko for a journey from Beagle Channel in Tierra del Fuego to the shores of the Arctic Ocean in Deadhorse, Alaska. The ride took five and a half years to complete, and Sufridor accompanied them from start to finish.
Inspiration: Argentinian Criollo

Personality:
Sufridoth is a workhorse if ever there was one, ever able and willing to do what is asked of him. No matter how difficult the task, no matter how trying the journey, he will put his head down and carry on until he's seen it through, even if exhausted or in pain. Whatever the circumstances, Sufridoth will endure. He is built for endurance, both physical and mental, and can weather nearly any trial he finds himself presented with and come out the other side all the stronger for it. His greatest strength, however, can be his greatest weakness: he will work himself to the bone, and would sooner drop out of the sky than admit he needs a break, let alone admit defeat. Without a rider who has a will to match or eclipse his, he would likely become a liability to his wingmates, or meet an especially early end, by refusing to listen to the needs of his body and leave the fight during 'Fall, no matter how grave his injuries or deep his exhaustion. This will apply in his personal life, as well - once he sets his mind to something, it will be difficult to change his chosen course.

Outside of his inability see his own limitations, Sufridoth is a sensible dragon with an eye for solutions to problems. While he may be blind to his own struggles - for indeed, he does not see himself as having struggles at all - he has a knack for understanding the struggles of others, and will readily give support and encouragement...even if it's not been asked for. He's practically incapable of minding his own business, and justifies it as being for the health of the team. They're all in this together, after all, and personal turmoil can have ripple effects, leading to distraction and worse. While all too willing to give advice, however, he will have trouble accepting any himself. Even if he were to admit to himself that he had a problem of some kind, he'd still be absolutely loathe to admit it to another. Sufridoth is never anything less than fine, no matter how many wounds his bleeding from or how many pieces his heart has just shattered into.

So long as he judges that he and his fellows are being treated fairly, Sufridoth will exist well within the hierarchy of High Reaches. He will acknowledge and empathize with those who crave more and wish to reach higher, but has no desire to rock the boat himself. He is happy as a workhorse, with no inate desire to lead, and as long as he doesn't feel he's being mistreated or put down, he has no complaint. That said, if he does feel that way - or sees that another is being treated unfairly - he will not hesitate to make it known and put his foot down about the matter. Traditional roles are all well and good, but disparagement or abuses are not. They are each vital to the fight against Thread, they each risk life and limb for it, and they should therefore respect each other, not tear each other down.

Positive Traits: enduring, supportive, fair-minded
Negative Traits: stubborn, meddlesome, guarded

NPC Egg: medium

Adult Size: Medium
]hysical Attributes:
Average in overall size for his color, but brawny and strongly-built. His chest is broad, his haunches and shoulders especially well-muscled, with legs just a tad shorter than average. He is unmistakably a sound, hardy dragon, built favorably for both endurance and precise maneuvers.

Additional Notes:
Sufridoth will never be at risk for overeating; he knows exactly how much he needs to sustain himself, and will not consume more than that. He's not picky, either, and will neither turn up his nose at tough fare nor crave a delicacy. Food is food.

When it comes to Flights, he has no color preference, but once he finds love, he will be utterly devoted and never stray from them.

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