Name: L’fir (Formerly Lelifir)
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Rank: Wingrider
Former Craft: N/A

Physical description: L’fir seemed to grow fast for his age and when he was young always seemed to be the biggest of the lads. Being the strongest he was the one that was often charged with moving the heavier things around, which only served to make him stronger. Now in his twenty-first turn he has enough muscle on him that he manages to be very intimidating, standing at 5'10. Not the tallest man around, but the amount of strength he possesses really shouldn’t be overlooked. Nobodies tall enough that he can't aim a well deserved punch at them. Although he is not as dark as what many would immediately think when the word ‘tan’ is mentioned enough work and time spent outside has meant that there is a darkness to L’fir’s skin. Darker than that of his sister’s.

Dark sable brown hair creates a scruffy covering for L’fir. The mess seems to be completely untameable meaning that L’fir will never appear neat. Anytime his hair comes close to his eyes L’fir will cut it, or rather have someone else cut it as he can’t do it himself. He cannot stand his hair being in his eyes. He thinks it makes him look foolish and would rather it be out of the way and not in his face. The eyes he is so quick to keep free of obstructions are a dark brown shade that at first would appear uninteresting. If someone wanted to see his pupil eye contact would have to be established to locate the black amongst the dark colour. If L’fir is in sunlight, near a flame or something similar his eyes can be lit in a peculiar way that gives them an almost, but not quite, dark gold appearance. Unfortunately this is almost never achieved as L’fir seems always to have a disinterested look about him. With his eyes lidded he can appear sleepy or bored with whatever is going on around him. However it is a bad idea to presume he isn’t paying attention.

Personality: L’fir is almost unrivalled at how patient he can be with people. It takes a lot of effort to annoy him or anger him. His ability to forgive people of their mistakes has occasionally come back to bite him when they’ve gone on to do the same thing again, or something even worse. L’fir would rather continue to let it go however, holding a grudge takes far more effort than L’fir is willing to spare for most people. They seem to be a rather pointless thing really and only cause more hassle when it would be far easier to just apologise, or forgive and let everyone get on with their lives. L'fir does not like a lot of unnecessary drama, grudges and feuds certainly seem the most common for causing them.

L’fir is a quiet individual, often only speaking if he has to or he is spoken to first. He is very careful about what he does say and what he chooses not to say. He will think about what he is going to say for as long as he can before actually saying it, knowing that sometimes when something is said it can be taken wrongly and then that can get you into a lot of trouble. However if that were the case L’fir is rather good at talking his way out of situations in one way or another. He’d rather have to talk his way out than fight his way out and given the number of fights that came his way during his younger turns he learned to talk his way out of it pretty fast and pretty well.

Loyalty is important to L’fir, not just those that are loyal to him, but those he is loyal to. L’fir hates to see a victimised party and if there is nobody else to step in he will do so to defend the underdog. It might just be an instinct after years of dragging his siblings out of fights or fighting for them. Although silent most of the times L’fir can be supportive when need be, it is not a natural talent however and can come out sounding harsher than it intended. He doesn’t mean to be cruel; he is just not a nurturing kind of person.

For all his deliberate thought and careful attitude L’fir has a gamblers streak. There is something about there being a risk that he does love. He enjoys the dare that something could go wrong and really you can’t stop it. It would be assumed he preferred things that involved thought and that could be won through assessing several different factors, but it’s the unpredictability of chances and bluffing that gets him.

History: Even if he was born first Lelifir’s childhood was spent walking in the trail left by his sister, or rather, running after her to stop her from getting herself into trouble. Lelifir was often dragged into some sort of trouble by his sister and then, whenever anything went wrong, was looked to by her to fix it. Whether that was to talk them out of trouble or defend her against the boy she just called a dimglow. When adults encountered them Lelifir was often overlooked. Ticene was the one who spoke and so it was simply assumed that Lelifir wasn’t as intelligent as her. She had learned to speak first and Lelifir had taken almost two turns to start speaking. Lelifir was the strength of the pair, the backup in case anything went wrong.

As the pair grew they began to utilise each others talents and abilities to become a successful tag team. Lelifir's strength and persuasive speak became two of the greatest assets in the team’s weaponry. The pair were caught less and less often as they became more practiced. Although they were caught, and punished when they were, they were a far cry from disliked in their home hold. Their ways were just accepted as part of who they were and it even became a joke after enough time. Childhood was average for Ticene and Lelifir, comprised mainly of games and chores.

Their father had an interesting way of dealing with them. Lelifir found it odd that his father had so little interest in his daughters, rather deciding to pin all his hopes on his sons. It struck Lelifir as odd most often when his younger brother repeatedly made a fool of himself and made the same mistakes over and over. Surely their father could see Ticene had the same, if not easily more potential than he did? But he didn’t. Throughout the turns Lelifir was congratulated on his achievements whilst Tic’s remained unnoticed. Lelifir knew how much she hated that and did try on numerous occasions to enlighten their father to how intelligent his three sisters were by highlighting their effort in things that were accomplished. He had hoped by doing this without telling them they would think their work had been noticed, but instead their father had simply told him not to let the girls drag his work down.

When the Searchdragon appeared at the hold Lelifir had been helping put things away in the storerooms. The traders had not long arrived and the supplies needed to be put away before anything happened. It was a job he was often given and wasn’t in much of a hurry to abandon it when the first person came darting into his workspace. He would have liked to see a dragon, but he had work to be done. Regardless of that it would still probably be there later and if it wasn’t no doubt that Tic was getting an eyeful and would give him a detail account of it later.

He was just finishing up when Tic came tearing in herself, with an excitable group in tow. In one breath the girl managed to retell him everything that had happened about the dragon, them trying to get a closer look, it seeing them and the rider telling them that they wanted her to go back with them to stand at the clutch. Ticene proudly proclaimed that she had almost convinced the rider to let Lelifir go to, all he had to do was go outside so that the dragon could see if he was worth taking along. Dragged outside by Tic, with again the excitable group in tow, Lelifir was pushed in front of the blue dragon to be scrutinised. After a long tense moment the rider said that the blue found Lelifir acceptable and he and Ticene left to go to Ista.

The Weyr seemed very much the same as home to Lelifir in the short time they were there before the hatching. Ticene still was getting into trouble and he was still getting her out of it. There was still work to be done. The only difference was the layout and the faces. It was not too long before the pair were stood on the sands at the impression. Not much time passed before a blue, by the name of Bocaith, called Lelifir out of the crowd to claim him. Changing the boys name to L’fir. L’fir won’t lie, as unenthusiastically as he might tell the story he couldn’t be happier than he was dragged to the Weyr so that he could be with his dramatic, playful blue.

L'fir's weyrlinghood was uneventful. Well, as uneventfull as raising a dragon and learning how to fight thread can be. L'fir and Bocaith graduated well. The pair managed to excel in speed, Bocaith's nimble body giving him wonderful agility. They are content being wingriders, enjoying the mix of work whilst still having enough time to indulge Bocaith's want for games and L'fir's enjoyment of spending some time doing nothing at all. Even though he is just a wingrider, L'fir still gets call upon by his sister for advice in Weyr politics from time to time, but to save his sister's pride this is kept quiet so nobody assumes that she is incapable.

Talents: Turns of talking him and others out of trouble has left L’fir with a good ability to negotiate. He can convince others that something was a total accident and that everyone involved is very sorry and that it will absolutely never happen again. Even if they aren’t. And it probably will.