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Candidate
Name: Fyiare
Age: 16
Sexual Leanings: Heterosexual
Craft/Hold: formerly of Fort hold and Fort Weyr
Rank: Niece and fosterling to Fort’s lord holder

Personality Fyiare is a strong minded and level headed girl which is probably for the best with the things she’s been forced to deal with. She’s seen constantly wearing a small smile whether she feels it or not and is known for her quick wit and clever hands. She’s a stubborn woman and though she understands that there are some battles one cannot win she’ll fight till there’s no more sense in it and stare death right down to the door. This is due mostly to losing her father to disease along with her little brother. She has a jealous and distrustful streak and is very possessive of what she feels is hers and is very rarely willing to share. Not so much because she doesn’t want to, but because she’s afraid of losing the few things disease, and bad luck haven't taken from her. She's had a lot of things taken from her throughout life in the form of both people and personal possessions leading to her being extremely protective of what she feels is hers. As long as you’re not trying to borrow her few worn books or other things Fyiare tends to be a warm woman, quick to joke and easy to smile with a confident and demanding aura. She's used to having to stand up and fight for what she feels is hers and has had to stand down numerous rampaging hatchlings. When facing an angry rampant baby dragon a human hardly seems a threat to her. It’s unwise to get between her and a patient, the usually calm woman is quick to turn into a little spitfire should she feel your endangering others. She's well known for being patient, but infamous for a Jekyll and Hyde temper when her anger finally get's the better of her and her patience runs out. Like a dragon in a watch-wher's little body, in her rage there's nothing too big and no target to dangerous for Fyiare to take one. The many scars on her body are testament to the truth of such a statement as well as her willingness to sacrifice her own well being to protect those within her charge. There's no rank high enough to spare you from this little woman's righteous anger. She's going to do her job come hell or high water and if she has to knock you out to heal you then so be it. Fyiare has a well developed sense of justice, her Lord Holder blood serving her well. She stays where she chooses to make her stand and if it's by your side then you've won a loyal and life long friend.

Biography Fyiare was born the niece of Fort’s lord holder and was fostered at the young age of six under her uncles care. This was done by her ailing mother in an attempt to help her daughter escape a disease that had been spreading among Fort Hold. Even among the upper ranks of the hold though the girl was not untouched. Being a strong child Fyiare was spared the worst of the disease, but her hands were quick to be put to work tending the sick and ailing. Though her cheerful demeanor remained from age 6 to ten she developed a startlingly practical view of life and developed a knack for quick thinking, logic, and prioritizing. At age 11 when the hold was harvesting and boiling numbweed and it’s residents were out and about desperately trying to get the much needed substance ready the riders came. Fyiare was searched during this process when the riders came early and was taken a dragon back to Fort Weyr before anyone was the wiser. Young enough to easily adapt to such a new life Fyiare found herself fostered out to one of the woman in the lower caverns and thrown into the life of a candidate. Her first number of weeks were fear filled and a source of great pain as she was tossed into her knew surroundings. Soon though Fyiare's curiosity of the large dragons got the better of her and her heart softened towards beast and rider as she witnessed and stood for a number of impressions. Gradually growing more willing and even coming to lover her new home. She’s been standing at clutch after clutch every since and has come to enjoy her life in the Weyr. Recently to improve her chances at impressing she’s been exchanged to the Ista Weyr.

Physical Description Fyiare is a small woman coming in around five foot one with a petite build of wide birthing hips and a full chest. Her skin is pale with a light tan and she's layered with claw scars she received from standing at other hatchings. Her hair is a long copper blond falling in full waves down to her waist when let loose of it’s braid. Her eyes are a light turquoise blue framed by high cheek bones and aristocratic features.

Talents Being one of the few healthier children and with a good head on her shoulders Fyiare was put to caring for the sick and learned the basics of the healers trade early on. Spending so much of her life in the Weyr has also taught her a good deal about dragon healing. She’s not squeamish around blood and as well as a candidate she also often times serves double duty as an on sands healer during hatchings.

Notes
She’s been mauled a number of times on the sands and is distinctly aware of the Dragonet’s catching dangerous claws.

Candidate or not?
Yes

Firelizard
Name: Grix
Age: Hatchling
Description: Grix as a hatchling is about average in size for a firelizard blue. His shading and coloration coming off as a tone lighter then saphire and his main distinctive markings are the little multi-shaded V patterns across his chest giving him the illusion of hair. Though average in size for a firelizard of his age his build is a good deal more powerful and stocky then a normal blue which suits him fine. Allowing him to pick up and nab varying shining objects that might catch his eye.
Personality: Grix is extremely observation for a blue firelizard and quite clever to boot. He's constantly watching and poking his nose into things trying to pick up new rumors and stories. He's also a shameless flirt even at this age. Always bantering back and forth with any female, firelizard or human, that might catch his eye. Though he is usually seen with his tail curled about his lady Fyiare's neck crooning and chirping along with her conversations adding in his own dialog to whomever she may be speaking with like some third party narrator. Unlike his seducer hatchmate of a bronze Grix wears quite the gentlemanly manner about him to cloak his much more roughish tendencies.

Better? I'm probably going to replace Tiar with her since I'm not really sure what to do with Tiar here.

Ok I elaborated a bit more on her personality. :3