Name: C'skel Age: 28
Gender: Male
Rank: Wingrider
Appearance: Small and light on his feet, C'skel may not look his age, but he's alright with that.
Personality: C'skel is a man who never really grew up.
History:
Rider - Third 2 (has some archery skills, more of a defensive fighter)
Name: Rakyth
Age: 10 (Igen clutch)
Colour: Blue
Feel of voice: Scalp tingles, a sly chuckle
Appearance: He's a little small, but not by much. Otherwise he's well proportioned.
Personality:
Other:
Game Prompt:
What are you doing?
Shhh! C'skel grinned as he silently rose from his sleeping furs. Movement nearby had woke the light sleeper to see his squire sneaking off from their camp when he was supposed to be on watch. He followed the candidate, his movements barely disturbing the foliage and certainly making less noise than the other. C'skel paused, waiting as the squire ducked behind a large bush.
Mine?
C'skel crept towards the bush and carefully parted it's branches, listening for the movements of the kid on the other side before thrusting his arm through and grabbing tight to his squire's upper arm. A shriek of terror rang out from his captive victim, startling sleeping wherries from the trees around them. C'skel busted up laughing. "Shards C'skel! I got pee on my hose!" The candidate complained loudly as he tugged the aforementioned article back into place before his squiremaster pushed his way through the bush.
C'skel just laughed. "Think of it as a lesson! Never let your guard down, especially at your most vulnerable!" He squeezed the boy's shoulders and grinned wide.
"You have a spare pair, change into those and get some sleep. In the morning we'll go back to the Weyr."
