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RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Amsaal (To be shortened to A'saal)
Age: 18 Turns
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Recorder Apprentice--Candidate/Weyrling
Physical Description: About medium height, very thin and wispy. More of a wiry frame than anything, and very light. Pale skin tone, chestnut hair with some lighter streaks here and there. His hair falls over his eyes, which are a warm dark brown. Amsaal has a few freckles, though none really noticeable. He's about 5'6" in height, with an average weight, albeit a little on the light side. He also has a small sort of darker patch (birthmark) on his upper left arm, taking the shape of a sort of spiral. It's easily covered by his sleeve. You can never see his eyes except when the hair gets out of the way or he decides to brush it off, and even then, it's a rare sight. Many have speculated how he manages to see, but for now, it remains unknown.
Personality: Amsaal is a very timid soul, not one that you would think would have enough courage to even come out during a Search. He's rather gentle and delicate, if that can be used to describe him. Amsa, as he's most commonly called, is a sort of scholarly guy, with more of an interest in books and tomes than much of the outside world. Amsaal is a bit solitary, preferring to be by himself than with others. He's very introverted and shy, and isn't too good at standing up for himself of making himself heard. Even then, when he actually wants to do something, he will go at it with every fiber of his being. Amsaal is fiercely loyal to his friends, but it's very hard to get him to consider somebody a friend. He has high standards for the company he keeps, but is open to hanging out with others whenever they want to. Amsaal hates seeing others unhappy, and will do anything to cheer them up.
History: Amsaal was born to a somewhat large family of four siblings, two uncles, and three aunts, all of which inhabited a sprawling ramshackle farming establishment about a fourth of a mile to the northeast of Ista Hold. He had heard tell of the Searches from his older brother, Jacinthe, who had gone to the Hold quite often to trade their produce for other things that they might need. Needless to say, he had never thought that he could be picked up in a Search on the way to his Recorder master's lessons. Now, whisked off to be a Candidate at Ista, he still idly chases the thought of being a Recorder, jotting down notes on Hatchings, events, and all kinds of other things that he might deem important.
Pets: None.
Other/Talents: Good at keeping things close at memory for recording, as well as pretty good at putting things in order. Pretty smart as well.
Picture: Nope.

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Venarth (ven-ARTH)
Color: Brown
Physical Description: ((The fish he's based on. A Cuckoo Catfish.))
Egg: Venarth's egg is long and almost pointed, shaped like a teardrop with a slightly fatter bottom and a rounded top. It's an unremarkable shade of creamy brown with a few darker brown speckles here and there, mainly centered around the top half of the egg. The tip is a shade darker than the speckles and other base color, and it slowly fades out into the normal creamy one about middle-ways down the egg.

Dragon: A slim, narrow Brown with lots of fluid curves, Venarth cuts a very dashing figure, what with his finely-proportioned wings, his slender tail, and elegant face. He's quite the charmer, and his hide is just as interesting as he is. His hide is a warm brown with deep brown markings, just like the fish. His belly is a paler shade, never going past underneath him. It eventually pools out around his feet from the back, giving him little gloves that, when combined with the darker markings, look rather nice. His eyeridges are the same paler shade as his underbelly, and they are tipped with the warm brown of his base hide. Venarth's wing membranes are marked like the fish's fins, the near-black brown everywhere but the very edge. That edge peters out about a hand's breadth into the membrane, and at the very edge, they're near transparent.
Personality: Venarth may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he's at least an agreeable fellow. He's a bit clumsy, sometimes tripping and falling head-over-tail, and looking quite silly in the process. Venarth is a gentle, protective dragon that would do anything short of eating His to please somebody, and he is sometimes taken advantage of by others. He's sort of like a puppy in many ways, cheerful and kind, and blindly loyal and obedient. Venarth would follow anybody into whatever you can name if they played their cards right, but if you lose his trust, then it takes a very long time for you to gain the opportunity to redeem yourself. Venarth is a bit childish, but generally a bumbling dragon that loves flying and going outside. He's very innocent and naive, and he can often rush headlong into things blindly with his exuberance, only to end up in a bad mess.
Other: Venarth is a bit slow, but that being said, he more than makes up for it with his innocent logic that seems to come up with a solution for everything.

RIDER INFORMATION
Name: Koios (K'os post Impression)
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Healer
Rank: Apprentice
Physical Description: Standing at 5'7", Koios is a bit below average height for boys his age but just as strong, although he makes up for his lack of height with greater speed and agility (better to dodge flying objects with). His shoulder-length brown hair is always swept back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and usually ends up with a small curl or two at the ends. His skin is fair, and his rich hazel eyes are flecked with a honeyed gold hue, and his slightly freckled cheeks and nose are usually hidden away behind a scroll more often than not. He can usually be seen wearing earthy colors and muted tones, trying to blend in as much as possible.
Personality: Awkward, asocial, and nervous are three good words to describe this youth. Having lost most of his friends at an early age, with only his mother around, he never really went through the awkward stages normal children, and ultimately teenagers, go through. He avoided most others, especially those his age, after he arrived at the Weyr; instead, he went straight to reading scrolls and learning his Craft as best he could. As such, he doesn't like to draw attention to himself at all, and he's very easily embarassed, frequently not knowing what to do or say in almost any situation, so he thinks avoiding people is a good alternative. This makes him rather nervous around other candidates and people his age, especially the girls, but the latter mostly because of his mother's half-drunken rants about bringing b*****d children home. He never really fully understood what she meant in those rants, but he knew enough that women were the root of it, so the ingrained urge to avoid the opposite sex is rather strong.

It's also due to these bouts of ranting, among other things, that he has a sort of inferiority complex; his mother would constantly belittle him, telling him he'd never amount to anything close to what his father was, and how he didn't deserve even the floor to sleep on. Eventually he started believing her, and now that's such a basic belief of his that he no longer questions it, but rather questions if it's alright that he even has what he does, as he's not sure he should have it. Others probably think him rather strange, shooting furtive, sidelong glances after receiving an extra large portion of food, or something he doesn't normally have, because he's unsure if he's allowed to have it. He also doesn't think he can do much of anything (his Craft excepted); this lack of self-confidence is also due to his mother's constant belittling.

He feels much more comfortable taking orders than giving them, and will do just about whatever the leader of a group or some such will ask of him - within reason, of course. Despite not really knowing what to do in most situations, he has no problem telling someone no if he doesn't agree with what they're saying, but if it evolved into an argument of being right or wrong, he'd sooner walk away than waste his time. Besides, confrontation draws lots of attention, and that's something he doesn't want. All that aside, if given a leadership position (at least until he regains his confidence) he would most likely relinquish it to someone he thinks is more capable than he.

Besides all of that, those that are close to him (or will be) find him a rather odd, eccentric person, with his own ideas on how to do things, and a very intelligent and skilled person at his Craft. He's extremely loyal to anyone deemed a friend, which is a very hard title to come by with him, as he's deathly afraid of anyone he cares about suddenly up and leaving him all alone.
History: The only son of a green rider father and journeyman weaver mother, Koios spent most of his days with his mother in their cothold, although he did get to travel to the Weyr on occasion when his father would allow him to. However, tragedy struck right after Koios's eleventh Turn - all he knew was that his father's Green had died somehow, and in a state of inconsolable mourning his father had eagerly followed his beloved, irreplacable other half. Koios didn't know if the Green's death was on purpose or an accident, but he knew for sure his father's was suicide, although his mother never really said it in those words. She wasn't really able to speak coherently after that point, anyway - having no other half to console her, she turned to the only other thing that could suffice: alcohol. The young boy turned away the few friends he had, not wanting them to know what had happened to his shattered family, and he set out to do all of the work he could for their small farm. His mother grew to be consistently less helpful, taking to throwing things at him, usually an empty bottle, or blaming him for everything that had happened.

By his thirteenth Turn he'd noticed something odd - his mother had started bringing strange men home more and more frequently, and by his sixteenth Turn his family was blessed with a daughter. It had been only a few days since his half-sister's birth, and when he returned from the field his mother was home but his sister was missing. Alarmed and concerned, he asked his mother about the babe's whereabouts, but the completely calm, sober response of, "What baby?" alarmed him even more. He woke up the next morning to find his mother distraught and incomprehensible, sobbing and coddling her newest bottle of booze. After coming in from the fields that day she had left somewhere, and when she didn't return by sunset of the following day, Koios became distraught himself. All the family he'd ever known was gone. He tried to run the small cothold alone, but after two or three sevendays without seeing or hearing from his mother, he abandoned his shattered, empty home and traveled to the Weyr, a place he hadn't been in several Turns. Finding his skills leaned towards that of the healers, he set out with a group of Traders to the Healer Hall so he could become an apprentice and learn as much as he could. He hadn't even thought about becoming a dragonrider until he was Searched, with his eighteenth Turn just four or five sevendays away, but he was ecstatic all the same and left within the mark back to Ista.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: He's very skilled at his Craft thus far, being a quick learner, although he doesn't think he's ready to become a Journeyman for another good 20 Turns or so. Ever the optimist, this one. However, it's the one thing in his life that he takes pride in, and with how he is, he doesn't normally pride himself in anything, so he tentatively calls it a step in the right direction. A very slow step.
Picture: None

DRAGON INFORMATION
Name: Savvath
Color: Brown
Physical Description: Sav is bigger than most Browns; bigger in the way of length and height, not bulk. Based on the yellowmouth grouper. Base is a light brown, with the throat, chest, underbelly, and the upper portion of the inner legs being a much lighter tan color. The back fades from the light brown base to a darker coppery shade, with even darker spots scattered sparsely along his back, but more densely along his spine and neck. The arm and fingers of the wings are the same as his back, but the membrane is the same pale color as the underbelly, but with the spots near the ends.The legs fade from the base color to the copper, with the same color spots starting sparsely near the elbows/hocks and growing much more dense by the toes. Same pattern for the tail and head knobs. Darker coloring extends from his neck/spine down between his eyes and tapers down to a point right before his nose. Spots are present on this blaze, but extend beyond the copper tone and grow slightly lighter in color, leaving copper colored freckles along his nose and cheeks. Talons on his toes and wings are a deep chocolate color.
Personality: Savvath is perfect, plain and simple, and he knows it. And he has no problem making sure you know it, too. Repeatedly. He thinks knows he is superior to any other dragon ("I'm so much better than any stinking Bronze dragon. Now give me a bath, I feel dirty."), and no one had better dare to suggest otherwise. He loves water, and insists on being bathed and oiled daily - he knows he can't get away with twice daily, unfortunately. Believe him, he's tried. Several times.

Savvath has enough self-confidence for ten dragons, often believing he can accomplish anything, which often gets the head-strong Brown into trouble quite often. He enjoys rubbing everyone's noses in his successes, and struggles to accept his failures when something doesn't go exactly as planned. He doesn't show anyone how upset he is by his failures however, and he goes back to being his cheerful, pompous self in no time to make sure His doesn't worry. His egocentric attitude means he believes he deserves only the best - the best types of oils, the best meat (it also has to be the freshest!), the best everything. This also means his rider is better than any other - and don't you dare even think he isn't.

This better-than-anyone attitude aids him in fighting Thread; he strives to do the very best that he possibly can, eager to prove how much better he is than any other dragon, especially Bronze dragons. He's better than any Bronze any day, and there's no one that deserves to fly a Queen more than he does. Whether or not he will manage to accomplish that remains to be seen, however.

He has a fairly good memory by dragon standards, managing to recall certain things up to four days prior. Anything further than that he can usually grasp or remember part of with a fair bit of prompting from K'os.
Other:
- K'os needs someone to bring up his shattered self-esteem, and convince him that not everyone is going to disappear from his life, and Savvath is the perfect dragon to do so ("Of course you deserve me, Mine. I picked you, didn't I? And I only pick the best."). He'll also convince him that yes, he does deserve what he has and more, and to stop asking if Sav made a mistake. Sav is perfect, he doesn't make mistakes. Duh. On the flip side, obviously, Savvath needs someone to bring his ego out of the clouds and down to Pern. He needs someone to remind him that not everyone wants to be continuously told of all of his successful exploits and his perfect traits, and how much better he is than anyone else, and to stop letting his pride cloud his judgement.
- K'os is very asocial; it's not that he doesn't like to be around people, it's that he doesn't quite know how to be around people. Savvvath will inadvertently force his rider to meet new people and be more sociable. Especially with girls. Sav thinks some of the clothes and shinees that girls wear are intriguing, so he enjoys going right up to inspect such pretties, whereas K'os will try to avoid any encounter with the opposite gender. Yay for awkward situations! 8D But, Sav will eventually end up teaching K'os how to handle being around people, and what to do or say in certain situations.
- In the beginning, K'os will be certain that someone has made an awful mistake, he hardly deserves even a Green, and he Impressed a Brown? But after Savvath pounds it into his head a few times will he become more open, and will be extremely proud of His, prouder of him than of anything else in his life.
- Savvath loves shinees. He will eventually have a shinee hoarde, so don't touch his shinees.
- This pose, please, and if he could have a slightly smug look on his face, that would be awesome 8D If not, then that's just fine <3

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