Name: Gundahar
Age: 23 turns
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Healer Journeyman / Wher Handler's Apprentice
History: Gundahar lived with his grandparents in Trine; both parents being riders. Even his grandparents had once been riders, though his grandfather lost his blue in a freak accident years ago. When Gundahar was young, he'd wanted to be a candidate; but it soon changed when the Wherwars began. It wasn't that the boy liked Keller, but he admired the Whers. So, his grandmother took him under her wing in her healers craft, and he set about to become a wher handler's apprentice. This brought much scorn upon him from those who didn't quite care for whers, but he didn't mind, he was content to do something he enjoyed.

As the years continued, and he helped to heal people injured in the war, he began to wonder when his time would come to impress a wher. He'd heard it was simpler than impressing a dragon, but one could never be sure about all of that. The young man was getting older, and decided he would be better off waiting, as healers were needed more and more desperately.

Finally, the war had ended with Keller's death, and talk of the queens grew more and more excessive. When the Rogue Queens fled Trine, hitting the wilds of Malvren, the young man had frowned in distaste. He didn't care what color a dragon was, and greatly agreed with the other's that golds should earn a rank like everyone else. It was only fair after all. But, he wasn't a dragon rider.

His mother, who's dragon was killed during the rogue queen's reign, grew very sickly. She often mentioned her disappointment that her son hadn't flown with her in the skies. But, he couldn't help it. He loved whers and knew what he wanted to do. When his mother passed away from a broken heart, the young man sat beside her bed, and the next day he went out to talk to other wher handlers. Maybe, just maybe, he could get his own.
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