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Name: A'no (Anono)
Age: 23 Turns
Gender: Male
Former craft: Miner apprentice
Origin: Fort Weyr
Rank: Weyrling (prev candidate)

Appearance: Anono comes in a little short on the height department standing a short 5’2”. Add to that his average build, and somewhat thin weight, and many might see him as dainty. But he won’t back down from hard work. His skin is a light brown, and his hair is a mid-length, straight platinum blond. He has been teased for his rather effeminate look, but he didn’t let that bother him. Anono has average sized, honey-brown eyes.

Personality: Anono is an honest boy. He will always tell the truth, even if it gets him or another in trouble. This has earned him enemies in the past when he’s reported the truth and gotten others in trouble. Even when provoked, Anono prefers to find a peaceful solution. Fists don’t solve anything. Why don’t you sit down with him over some nice bubbly pies and find a good solution?

He enjoys being around others. Being alone often makes him depressed. Anono does best in social settings with plenty of others around. He can be pretty straightforward when he talks. Fancy words are not usually in his vocabulary. Because of this others often consider him a country bumpkin, and he really is. He’s just a humble miner, from a humble hold.

One thing he has in abundance is patience. Mining has taught him things can’t and shouldn’t be hurried. Anono applies that lesson to all aspects of his life. He will wait however long it takes to reach his goal. It’s practically useful in his hobby. Anono likes to see himself as a sleuth. When there’s a mystery to be solved or a conundrum, he is right there to try to figure it out.

History: Anono was born in a moderate sized mining hold. He’s got a bustling family with a slew of aunts, uncles, and cousins. He enjoys his family quite a bit. There is always something happening somewhere. His family soon realized he had a knack for finding things that were lost.

When he came of age, he took on the role of apprentice miner. He learned a lot down in the tiny cramped tunnels. When he was 19 turns, a blue dragon stopping by the mine singled him out to become a candidate. At first he was sad to be leaving his bustling family, but excited for the chance to become a dragonrider.

While not as busy as it might once have been, Fort Weyr had its own hum of activity. Some of it was familiar and some of it was new. Anono quickly found a new group of friends to run with among the candidates. Among them was Lorux and Lunathor. The former he met when Lorux was searched and brought to the weyr. The latter was a weyrbrat who helped show him the ropes and get settled.

Anono stood for the last clutch of Gold Malsath, and was sad when he didn’t Impress. Southern wasn’t about to send them another gold. When the plan was hatched to let the greens breed, he wasn’t sure how it would pan out. His patience was paid off thought as first one then another of the greens rose and laid eggs. Neither of those clutches held his dragon.

A couple of the other greens rose close together. He was waiting for the clutches when a surprise came from southern in the form of a rebellious gold. A clutch had been laid in Ista’s hatching sands. There was a high chance the young dragons would fall to the plague, but he had to stand. It started calm, minus one mauling, but got rather exciting towards the end.

When a brown hatched and attacked his siblings, Anono could only shake his head. Violence wasn’t the answer! He winced as the brown and blue went head to head. It didn’t take long before the brown’s siblings ganged up upon him and sent him packing, even though his head was still held high. Right to Anono. The new rider quickly led his young dragon off to be fed.

Other:

DECEASED- perished of plague

A'no's Firelizards


Name: Tinia
Lineage: unknown
Hatchdate: 09.29.183
Colour: Green
Final size: ??
Inspiration: Poppy
Keywords: Discreet, Quiet, Submissive

DECEASED- perished of plague

Name: M'tha (Mosatha)
Age: 20 turns
Gender: Female
Former craft: carpenter apprentice
Origin: Fort Weyr
Rank: Weyrling

Appearance: She is a short, compact woman who wastes little motion. Her skin is a light brown. Her hair is straight, mid-length down her back and dark brown. Mosatha has small hazel eyes that notice fine wood grain details. She is quite muscular for her short stature, but a narrow build, that comes from moving heavy wood pieces.

Personality: Everything has its place in the world and Mosatha knows where hers is. She is very secure in her position in life and where she’s heading. Because of this, she is quite gregarious. Everyone is met with a smile and she never turns anyone away. Any task is always made easier with someone else. Mosatha is sadly a dowdy woman. When one is frequently covered in wood chip savings, why wear fancy clothes?

She doesn’t have a selfish bone in her body. Mosatha will happily give you the clothes off her back if you really need a shirt. What she really prefers though is to find something you really need, particularly if she can craft if of wood, and give you that. Some may say that she is too giving, but it really gives her satisfaction to provide something useful. Like a storage or clothes trunk. She likes to take a practical view for her gifts.

Even though Mosatha loves to give things away, she’s super self-deprecated about her own work. It can always be better and if someone praises it, she’ll surely be able to find some flaw with the piece. When doing her carpentry, she has endless patience. It doesn’t matter how long it takes to carve a tiny sliver of a piece off until it takes the perfect shape. She never rushes. Mosatha however when it comes to other things can be a quitter. She just doesn’t understand it the way she does carving.

History: Mosatha is the first child of Mosoratie and Thamabell. They are vintner and farmer respectively. She has five younger siblings, all boys. She quickly learned how to ride herd on the pack to keep them in line. It worked most of the time. With five brothers, Mosatha didn’t have much chance to become girlish. She can rough and tumble with the best of them.

She and her siblings ran with their cousins as they grew up in the small hold. When it came time for her to pick a craft, she leaned toward one particular uncle who knew carpentry. She knew her parents had hoped she might choose one of theirs, but she knew it didn’t feel right. Mosatha quickly settled into her role of apprentice carpenter. She enjoyed making things with her hands, and filling the needs of those around her.

That was until a certain dragon came down and signaled her out when she was 16. At first she couldn’t believe it, and after much encouraging from her parents and brothers she agreed to go. Just after she was searched though, disease ran rampant among the dragons. She cried as they died. It was almost too much to bare. Mosatha almost quit there.

She wrote home telling her parents, but they encouraged her to stay. Plus there would be plenty of work for a carpenter in such a big weyr. She still cried as the dragons continued to die, but she stayed and stood. It was hardest though when the last gold also lost the fight. What hope was there now? But Fort Weyr hatched a bold plan. Breed the greens.

At first she was unsure it would work, but the first couple of greens to rise on their maiden flights both laid clutches. She wrote home, telling her brothers about the experience even though she hadn’t Impressed. Their return letters expressed hope that eventually she’d find her dragon, or it would find her, and that maybe someday they could also get the chance to stand.

More greens eventually rose, and the weyr waited for the clutches. Learning of gold that had come from Southern surprised her as much as it did everyone else. There was risk here. The gold’s hatchlings wouldn’t have any protection from the disease that she’d seen claim so many before. In the end, she did decide to go.

It was lucky that she had. For one particularly insecure green had needed her love. Love that Mosatha gave freely.

Other: Brothers are adoptable!

DECEASED- perished of plague

M'tha's Firelizards


Name: Aleata
Lineage: unknown
Hatchdate: 09.29.183
Colour: Green
Final size: ??
Inspiration: Butterfly Pentas
Keywords: Sociable, Patient, Relaxed

Name: Verria
Age: 15 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Role/rank: Candidate
Origin: Fort Weyr

Appearance: Though she might still be young, Verria has the promise of height when she reaches maturity. While she’s a couple inches over 5 foot now, she’ll near the 6 foot mark by the time she hits adult. Her skin is a light olive. She has shoulder length very curly hair and hazel eyes. Her build is quite strong.

Personality:
- Verria is run and ruled by her passions. They make her very driven to do what her heart says, but they also make her rash at times.
- She loves people. The more the merrier. Verria is willing to be friends with just about everyone she meets, even the crankies. It takes quite a bit to discourage her, and even then it may not last.
- Much like her father, for she got it from him, Verria is loyal to her friends and dutiful to a fault.
- She isn’t one to sit still. Verria hates having to wait, setbacks, and delays. They frustrate her to no end. When this happens she turns to her friends for a hug or maybe a shoulder to cry on before she feels ready to face it again.
- Verria has high goals for herself. She lost her mother and saw death all around her so she knows how short life is, how quickly it can be taken away - she wants to make something of herself, to at least equal but preferably exceed her father's rank! This is partially friendly competition, partially to make him proud, and partially just for herself.
- This young girl possess a deep strength. She won’t back down from doing what needs to be done.

History:
167 - Born to V'lon of blue Mirath and R'ia of green Tiauth. In this turn V'lon was promoted to wingsecond.
167 - 178 - She had a happy childhood on the whole, she wasn't one of the most popular kids in the creche but she did have a wide circle of friends and daily contact with her loving parents.
179 - But then the plague began, Tiauth succumbed to the sickness and R'ia asked to be taken between not long after. There was nothing V'lon could do to fill the void in her life that her mother had left but he did his best to be there even though he didn't often know what to say or do other than hug.
181 - For the first time, she was old enough to stand for a clutch, having missed out on Senior Gold Welsanth and Bronze Kuzrath's by mere months. She was so anxious for the next clutch and impressing her dragon that she insisted on standing for Masalth’s clutch.
182 - She was eager and excited to stand for the eggs of the young green mothers. Each time she was sad and impatient she didn’t impress.

Other: Father is V’lon (Tawny)
Credit to Tawny!

Verria's Firelizards


Name: Priscilla
Lineage: unknown
Hatchdate: 09.29.183
Colour: Gold
Final size: ??
Inspiration: Scilla
Keywords: Confident, Forgetful, Adaptable

Name: V'lla
Previously: Varella
Age: 14 (10.7.169)
Gender: Female
Role/rank: Weyrling
Origin: Telgar Weyr

Appearance:
Varella is lean and lanky. Some may describe her spiderlike in her long limbs and lean tall frame. She’s matched her brother almost height for height at 5’2”. Unlike her brought though, she’s got some noticeable muscling that may only get bigger in time. Where her brother might slouch, Varella slinks.

She favors close fitting clothes that won’t hinder her or get in her way. If she can go without sleeves on her shirt she will. Inky dark blue eyes seem to pierce into your soul when she gets you in her sights. Her eyes are always wary, on alert. Where her brother has let his hair grow out, she’s kept hers boyishly short. When she lets the fuzz grow out a little, it’s a rich dark brown.

Personality:
Many will politely say Varella is independent as a nice way to say that she hasn’t got time for your s**t. Don’t bother her with established order, your traditions, and chores. Varella does things Varella’s way and no other. She is loud and bold, and she doesn’t need you. Got it?

Don’t expect to see any mushy feelings from this girl. Even if you think you saw her get a hug from her grandpa (S’var), uncle (Va’shir), or twin brother (S’lvar), you’re dead wrong. You didn’t see anything. Is she crystal clear? When her emotions to finally overwhelm her, a good yell and a cry will help her feel a little bit better.

Varella isn’t sure where she’s going to end up quite yet, but she’s got time to figure it out. She’s glad her brother found his place with his dragon. What she does know is that her place will be impressive and absolutely different to anything anyone else has ever done. Her individuality is all important to her.

As one might expect, she is very close to her twin brother Selvaron. Varella considers herself his protector from people who’d upset or take advantage of him. A job she takes seriously. She will hunt you down to the ends of Pern if you do her brother wrong. Selvaron is one of only three people she feels comfortable showing her vulnerability to.

Almost daily, the young teen changes her mind on what color of dragon she’d like to ride. Some days she wants a gold, bronze, or white to be seen as someone special. Other days one of the chromatics is her preference so she can tell the shiny snobs to shove it.

Varella prefers wide open places. She hates being cooped up in a classroom among dusty books and scrolls on a perfectly good day. While she hates having to read them herself, she enjoys listening to Selvaron tell the stories that he finds in the histories.

History:
169 - Born to Cor’var of green Meloth and a skilled cook named Elorla, the result of a fling that then led into a lasting friendship between the pair. Both parents took an interest in Varella and her twin brother Selvaron, as did her paternal grandfather S’var. Varella was always a stubborn girl who liked to do things her own way and when she hit puberty this tendency grew stronger than ever.
176 - A’gor of Bronze Layalth become Weyrleader of Telgar. Longstanding friction between S’var and the much younger bronzerider culminated in the brownrider’s demotion, framed as honorable retirement, and a swift transfer to Monaco Bay Weyr where he couldn’t cause A’gor any headaches. S’var wrote often to his family and visited whenever he could, but his presence was missed. Varella often included points of frustration that she encountered in her letters, and would get back helpful hints on how to deal with them in the future.
178 - The plague began in the autumn. Varella watched her father’s dragon with gritted teeth, desperately hoping she would be one of the lucky ones.
179 - Meloth succumbed to the plague and Cor’var followed her between a couple of months later along with Va’li. It broke her heart when they lost their father, then shortly thereafter their aunt. Not that she could or would show it to many people. She tried to be as strong for as long as she could for her twin. In the end she turned to her uncle Va’shir to help let out the feelings.

181 - Along with the surviving riders, the cousin and three partial siblings moved to Fort. The twins' mother Elorla also made the journey. Her first chance to stand was Malsalth’s final clutch. Despite being only 12, she knew she wanted to be here and stood firm on the sands. Nothing was budging her until her dragon came to claim her; except they never did. Both twins were left on the sands. Varella watched the young greens as they grew and eventually had successful clutches of their own. There was still hope they might find their dragons.
183 - Varella was ecstatic when her grandpa showed up in the north with a gold and her clutch of eggs from the south. She knew it was a risk for him to brave the north and the disease everyone said was still lurking. There was no doubt in her mind that she would stand for this clutch, but she was surprised when her twin also joined her upon the sands. She held his hand tightly through the hatching; until one ichor covered blue practically collapsed into his arms. Varella stepped back and smiled. She was happy for her brother. Yet now she was at a loss with herself. Would he need her to protect him anymore?

Other: Twin to S’lvar (Muffin)
Connections: Daughter of Cor’var (deceased NPC), granddaughter of S’var, cousin of Vasilir, half-sister Corrine, twin of Varella (adoptable candidates), niece of Va'shir (m) of blue Obsidiath (currently NPC)
Credit to Tawny!

V'lla's Firelizards