Name: Clemar (used to be Cl'mar)
Do you intend to try and impress: No
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Height: 5'7
Craft: Weaver
Rank: Apprentice
Family: His only living family is his brother Kayvo who he hasn't seen since for years, he now resides at Kusina Hold as a miner.
Pets: none
Description: He is a very thin and frail looking man, his skin somewhat pale as if close to death! His black hair has been left to grow and is rather scruffy, contrasting deeply against his pale face. Dark eyes seem almost soul-less, as if longing to be closed forever and being denied that right. His clothes are simple and he'd easily be missed in a crowd. His sickly appearance and his history make people nervous to be around him and he probably isn't the easiest man to talk to.
His face never bares a smile, a stern or sorrowful expression always on his sorrowful face.
Personality: He is a man deeply tormented with sorrow, which doesn't do much for his personality. He is quick to anger or upset and has lost his patience to the extent that the smallest thing irritates him. He has no tolerance for firelizards or incompetant youngsters and is on the outside a man who is not to be crossed. He's the type of person the apprentices would try their best to avoid. However, despite this he is a man simply longing for friendship, for companionship, to find someone he could talk to as he used to with his dragon. There are times when he is a little more sensitive, and if anyone needs help no one could do a more adequate job than him! He is reliable and dependable, taking things slow so as not to make mistakes as the one he made in his past. Perhaps he fears getting close to others in case he does them harm like his dragon. When he talks about the past he often gets tearful, sometimes even hysterical and he mumbles to himself a lot as if still hearing the dragon in his mind. Many think he is mad, and should have died when his dragon did, but mainly he recieves sympathy for his terrible loss.
History: Being born in Meka Hold and apprenticed to a Weaver, young Clemar never ever expected to be searched by the dragon that passed through where he lived. So astounded and excited he was that he agreed instantly despite what his parents thought. This was after all his dream and he wouldn't pass up the chance for anything.
A few days later and he was on the sands and impressing a newly hatched green dragon and from that day forward his life changed dramatically. He became Cl'mar, rider of green Guraith and he was proud and happy. He was finally whole!
His training as a Weyrling went amazingly fast, both rider and dragon growing and learning with each passing day, and as the day drew nearer for graduation to full 'fighting dragon and rider' he decided that a celebration was in order. His confidence exceeded what ti should have at this time, and he fully believed that he and his green could do anything they wanted and suceed. So with no hesitation the two went between to the jungles of the southern continent and there they stayed for an hour or two, spending quality time with one another.
However both dragon and rider were unaware of the predators watching them and continue blissfully for a moment or two. Then in a matter of seconds the young dragon is being attacked by four felines and her scream of pain rips through the air.
During this time Cl'mar managed to scramble up into a tree and tried in desperation to get his dragon to take flight. The green tries her best and in a flurry of panic rises up into the sky after shaking herself free. Her scream of agony alerts nearby dragons who come to their aid, but it comes too late.
Filled with confusion, terror and agony the green blinks between and disapears leaving Cl'mar yearning for death. However by some miracle the riders who come to the rescue manage to save him...
A few weeks later Clemar decides that being in the Weyr is too painful and moves away to continue his training as a weaver. It is only now when the plague has claimed so many lives (including those of his parents) that he returns to Rias Hold to work as a weaver under Master Emoraan.
Special: none as of yet.
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