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Craft/Rank: apprentice vintner crafter Weyrling

Appearance: Rokana is a lean and long young man, quick and detailed in most of his ways. His long black hair falls down past his shoulders, usually combed back and braided, but on occasion loose and hanging about his face. Bright blue eyes sit atop beautiful, high cheekbones, and almost always have a sly sparkle to them. His skin is a beautiful shade of olive, lips delicately thin, but full. Unlike some at wardens, like that nasty girl Brakesh, he is almost obsessively clean, and while he does not expressively despise being dirty, he will give you a dirty look if you stain his clothes. Most of his appearance is manicured, a telling sign of his richer bloodlines, and rather odd for a guard. In fact, most things about this young man seem manicured: the way he annunciates his words, the way he moves, but there is also a boldness about him, a certain lack of fear that shines through in that cocky smile of his, and those sly, sparkling eyes. Someone from earth might liken his over all demeanor as something between a fox and a snake. By some, and far from his egotistical ears, he's been described as having a dangerous sort of beauty, not unlike the grace of a tiger and the gleam of its eyes just before it eats you alive. He is muscled, but leanly, practically. He despise bulky, cumbersome bodies, instead favoring his quickness and accuracy over brute strength any day. Not that this hasn't stopped him from getting his nose bloodied when his big mouth refused to shut.

Personality:
Rokana is a sly creature, ever planning in every direction. His usual demeanor could be described as calm, almost gentle, if not for those sparkling sly eyes betraying his true nature. Those sparkling eyes see everything, ever observing and watchful for every little detail. He has his father's talent for striking deals, but is very crafty in his risks. If the possibility of a deal going sour might damage his other plans, he will likely engineer things in advance so he might not even be connected. You may know he's responsible, but you'll never be able to prove it.
On most days, it seems impossible to ruffle his feathers. He will laugh off an insult, only to retort in his own sly, intelligent, smart-a** manner. In some cases, his insults can be so flowered and filled with cumbersome words that it leaves those on the duller side wondering if in fact they have been insulted at all. That sort is his favorite, when he manages to call someone stupid, and prove it at the same time. He is a creature who is driven by interest and want. If he finds something fascinating, regardless of wether he truly likes it or not, he will stick around, observe and watch. Most people make friends of people they like, but Rokana will look past just about any fault if he finds you interesting--but sadly, most simply bore him to death. As for his want... If there is something that Rokana wants, there is nothing that will keep him from getting it. He will plan. He will be patient. He will stand there, with that sly gleam in his eye, knowing that you will give him exactly what he wants, exactly how he wants it, you just don't know it yet.
Restlessness and boredom are his most bitter enemies. He despises being idle, and one will never see him more irritated than when he is bored. Those sparkling eyes go dull and angered, while his lips press into a fine line. He is constantly searching for something to keep his interest, something to amuse. If not, he's working on his plans to claw his way out of Warden's. Of current, he has a few plans set in the beginnings of motion, the idea of running a Winery for one, his tea for another, along with other plans. He is under no illusions, and knows that most of these plans will not succeed, and so he has begun a spider web approach, chipping away at every angle he can, and will use sheer determination if he has to, in order to get out of this filth hole.
Most see him as a charming, but cocky individual, fascinating in his ways. The particular way his uniform is always perfect when it shouldn't be so, the way he will hold a genial conversation with just about any prisoner as if he'd just met them on the street of the marketplace. He finds those in the unstable block (the few times he has helped patrol there) terribly fascinating, and would yammer with them for hours if given the chance, puzzling over exactly how things work in their fractured noggins. He is anything but straight forward, and has been known to give the most confusing run around most have ever witnessed. He can talk you in circles for hours, and has an overly simple, blunt answer for everything. When heated, he can come off as a know it all, and there are times when the thinks he actually does. At very least, he is sure he knows more than they do.
The one thing he cannot tolerate is stupidity. If you are stupid and cute, then perhaps you have a chance of being spared, and getting ignored instead. If you are simply stupid, he will not give you the time of day. He is curt with stupidity, and will talk down to anyone who dares to (as he puts things) 'insult his intelligence with such dull nonsense.' In his mind, everyone should take the time to educate themselves, perhaps not with books, but something. Nothing will rile him more than sheer stupidity. That much can be promised. "You. Are. An. Idiot. I'm unsure why you bother breathing, because by my calculations you're lowring the intelegence of the entire Weyr--and most around here can't afford to lose anything to begin with."

History: Rokana's father built his trade business from the ground up, quite litterally. He strained through most of his life to create the lifestyle he raised his son in, a heap of hard work that likely did no good, not as far as the child was concerned. Rokana grew up a very privileged child. When he ran in to trouble, his father was always there to bail him out, which in retrospect, only worsened his behavior. Unlike most, Rokana never had to work a day in his life before he came to Warden's, not really. In his adolescence, he was sent to learn a craft, and to his nature he chose Vintnercraft. What better way was there to make money than dumping fruit in a barrel and letting it do its own work? Of course it was far from being as simple as it seemed, but the nature of the work suited him rather well. He grew his little crops, and tended his little brews, and blew whatever money he made on whatever he pleased--after all, his father provided everything of consequence to him. Cocky and self serving, he would pick fights, start crap, just to sit and watch the fireworks fly. Every thing he had done was simply for his amusement, and he refused to do anything for any other reason.
There came a day, as there does with every parent, when his father was quite simply tired of his s**t. This was a man who had gone to the ends of the earth to ensure that his son never had to live the way he had, never had a want for anything, and now he had ended up with a rather useless son who hardly did anything but cause trouble and drink the wine he was supposed to be selling, but there was nothing to be done! What could he do, send his son to the streets, to beg and plead, and become yet another duster husk? Just the thought of doing something so horrible to his son turned his stomach, even if the little b*****d deserved it horribly. Then came the day when Warden's Weyr opened its doors. Rokana was not the only member of his family who was terribly sly--after all, the trader had been keen enough to build a rather solid empire. He laid down the foundation of his plan carefully, making sure his son had no inkling of what was to happen.
When the day came that his plans had been laid out, and properly prepared, Rokana never saw it comming. At dinner, his father had a gleam in his eye, one that Rokana knew better than to ignore. Something was going to happen, and if he trusted his instinct (which tended to be right about such things) it rather bluntly meant that something bad was in store for him. Surely enough, as his father finished his plate, he stood, and proclaimed that he had an announcement to make. Rokana could only stare in stupified awe as his father proceeded to tell him that he would go to Wardens to find work--his father had already prepared the paperwork and transport would be ready in the morning, where he would make a living on his own--for his father would put his foot down, and refuse all communication with him much less any funds the young man might need, and lastly, he would return to them when he had made a life and fortune of his own--for if he did not, the old man would write him out of the will, and instead make a very generous donation to Warden's itself to pay for the trouble that he was sure his son would cause. It would be a vast understatement to say that the young man was less than pleased.
Rokana's first year as a guard was hard. It was far more labor than he liked--not to say that he lacked the strength, but rather the want. Guard life ill suited him--the pay was bad, and the work was hard, but soon he had a small crop of fruits--tended in his spare time--which along with his reserves would begin a small, home run winery. To further add to his repitoir, he purchased various other herbs and plants, drying them for teas and spices. Slowly, he's begun to realize that he enjoys the work of tending his little crops and wines, but most of all, his teas. There was something about the aroma of a fine tea, the way it flowered and blossomed when the water was just right. It became his therapy, in a way. Of current, he has ammassed quite an array of teas through traders and his own skill, ranging in those that simply taste nice, to those that will help cure ailments and heal the body. Mind you, he never directly claims they'll actually do anything,but if it will increase a sale,well then...
He had been a very angry young man when he had been thrust into Warden's, blackmailed by his account to do so, but with time, things began to change. It was obvious that he would not be able to wriggle his way out of this one, and once his anger subsided, the clever boy's planning began. He aims, rather determinedly, to make his way out of Warden's one day, and he'll be damned if anyone will tell him otherwise.

At the Welcome to the Jungle hatching, Rokana impressed the blue Cyanath, and became Rok'na.

Appearance: Compared to most of his siblings, Cyanath is downright handsome. His colors are harmonious, his markings tidy, and in general, he's a good looking blue. His hide is warm, if slightly greyed, dappled and banded with both lighter and darker grey-blues. That hide is bound to change as he grows, but one thing is certain: he's going to be gorgeous no matter what.

It's not just his hide that's pretty, either. Though he hatches gawky and ungainly, with a huge head, Cyanath's going to even out to a mid-sized, sleek, elegant blue with curiously long, backswept headknobs that give his head a slightly triangular profile - that's exceedingly graceful. His neck and tail are long and whiplike, only accentuating that neat look. His wings are broad and rounded, giving him spectacular maneuverability in tight spaces, but sacrificing none of the stamina he gains being a mid-sized blue. He'll always be outpaced by larger dragons - especially his brother Brantath - but he's got a lot going for him.

Personality:

Cyanath's a pretty good natured guy, as far as dragons at a prison Weyr go. He seems easygoing, mild, cheerful - a dragon who's willing to roll with the punches and listen to people. He sunbathes, cracks jokes, makes sly comments at the expense of others, hits on hot ladies...

Yeah, there doesn't seem to be much to Cyanath, at face value. Which is exactly how he wants people to see it. This is a dragon who knows how important appearances are, and does everything he can to cultivate one that catches people off guard. Folks underestimate the fun-loving class clown types, expect them to under-perform, don't think they're capable of much. And being underestimated, as far as Cyanath is concerned, is the greatest weapon of all. The less people expect of him (or the less they think about him at all, really), the easier it is to slip under the radar and start major schemes.

Because when it's time to be serious, Cyanath's got the best brain of all his siblings. He's a long-term planner, a chessmaster, the kind of dragon who's going to be able to set up and pull of fantastic schemes. When he's set his mind to something, he's patient as the open grave. Whatever work it takes to get it done, you can bet Cyanath will do it. He appreciates that work ethic in others, too - as long as people are willing to play as hard as they work. He wishes Haliath had a sense of humor, because as it stands right now, the only thing she's really good for is ribbing. He's not particularly fond of any of his siblings, too be honest. Haemath and Sturnuth are too intense, Poecileth and Serinuth and Lasoth are too delicate, Brantath is too him, and most of the rest just don't interest him. Really only Atheth can give him a run for his money, and he does like Atheth.

When it comes to humans, they mostly don't interest Cyanath, except in how they might be used with regards to his schemes. Humans are interesting tools, with the exception of Rokana. Cyanath adores Rokana, because his rider is one of the few can give him a run for his money. He'll slyly challenge his rider when Rokana starts getting bored, because he knows just as well as anyone that a bored rider causes trouble. It's not uncommon for him to hide things, either - just, he'll insist, to keep Rokana from running out of things to do.

Unlike his rider, though, Cyanath seems to genuinely delight in stupidity. The fact that he's fast enough to go over the heads of so many people doesn't bother Cyanath at all. He likes being so clever that people don't get it. He likes it when people do dumb things, too, because it boosts his ego. While he's certainly never going to give Sturnuth a run for her money, Cyanath is pretty big on himself and his own abilities. It's self esteem more than it is arrogance, but sometimes it can be a little difficult to distinguish the two. Don't think this bothers him, though. He laughs off insults and digs, and is also humble enough to accept that he's wrong - as long as he's provided with a lot of evidence.

Except when plans fail. When one of his schemes goes awry, Cyanath tends to melt down. He's supposed to be the smart one, things aren't supposed to go wrong for the smart one! That's when Rokana comes in handy - soothing the jay's wounded feelings can be a several-hour job. Luckily, it's a rare occasion.

Why me? Quite simply, Rokana's the only person at the Weyr smart enough to keep up with Cyanath. He couldn't survive with a rider that wasn't as bright as him, and he knows that Rokana wouldn't have been able to handle himself had he been stuck with a less intellectual dragon. Out loud, he claims that he Impressed Rokana to keep him out of trouble - which is, in a sense, true - but privately, both rider and dragon will know it's because Rokana was the only one who'll be able to take Cyanath's scheming to the next level.

Personality: Oddaye is a shrewd little creature, but brash where Rokana is all reserve. She will always be very clear about what she thinks, and will make you understand one way or another exactly how she feels. Most times the little flit seems content to amuse herself, independent by her very nature, but she seems intent on keeping her good eye on her Rokana, periodically checking on exactly what he's doing and making a thorough inspection of any one he speaks to. Oddaye is a bright little thing, friendly and genuine in her ways, with a terrible dislike of deception. Often times, when she catches wind of Rokana being less than truthful, the little firelizard will n** and fuss until she's made quite a nuisance of herself. She refuses most days to leave his side, wanting to prove to him that she's grown up big and strong. Since her first moments out of the egg, she has protected her person, and she'll be damned if her size is going to stop her now. Despite her disability she's bound and determined to show that she should not be coddled, that she is just as capable as any other creature. There is nothing else that irritates and flusters the creature as much as when she catches wind of someone doubting her ability. She makes up for her lost eye with sharp hearing, and her size with an attitude the likes of which could make a dragon jealous.
When it comes to prisoners and riders, the little flit seems to either notice no distinction, or not care. She'll investigate each with the same tenacity, sniffing whatever she can and crawling over just about whatever she can reach. She seems to treat each person differently, but always with the same bossy attitude about her. Prisoners will be more heavily 'evaluated' than most, and treated accordingly to whatever information she finds worth noting. When it comes to other firelizards the little gold has no reservations with bossing them about either, often fussing for improper posture or conduct, but in the end, she really does mean well.

Hatching: Rokana happened upon a small nest of firelizard eggs one night when he and his squad were on patrol. Never one to share his fortune, he provided a clever excuse about needing the restroom, and went on his own to investigate. He almost immediately set his sights on the gold egg of the clutch, but imagine his surprise when the mother flit came tearing out of the bush to attack him! His hand left the little gold egg just as it splintered open and out tore the little banded gold. Straight out of the egg, she lept at her mother, and tore into the eldergold's tail. The mother gold tore into her traitor hatchling before fleeing from the entire sad business. Rokana scooped up the little gold, utterly astounded, and ran directly to the healers. The wee beastie had lost her right eye, a scar from snout to horn, and a mottled socket taking its place. With time, and a long frightening and rocky time it was, the little gold recovered, even flourished. She turned out to be a bright, bossy little gold, but her hard time straight out of the egg has taken its toll. The size of her wing span lends one to believe she'd be quite a large gold, and her body is long, but lean and almost undersized. Vital resources were expended in healing the little body, and as such, she will never grow to the full size she should have. Oddaye seems to know this, and as Rokana has learned through nips and angry snarls, it's a rather sensitive subject.