Name: Shorion
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (spread the love!)
Craft: None, Weyrbrat
Rank: N/A

History: Shorion likes to tell tales about his bronzerider father who desperately wanted to raise him but couldn't because of the demand of his job as a Wingleader. As such he was forced to leave Shorion in the crèche with only a dragon tooth pendant to remind him of their bond as father and son.

Truthfully, the "dragon tooth" is just a chip of bone from a wherry skeleton and there really was no bronzerider at all. Shorion's father is virtually unknown to him, though with his bad habits there's been speculation he's related to every single one of the Weyr's drunkards and gamblers. As for his mother, there's really nothing to say about her either. She certainly didn't want to have anything to do with him.

Thus, Shorion grew up with the Weyrbrats in a fairly uneventful childhood. He got in with the "wrong crowd" early on, and by the age of fifteen he was already well-practiced in the art of counting cards for dragon poker. Having very little physical strength of his own, he quickly discovered that by weaselling his way in and out of things he could get what he wanted. At the age of eighteen he hasn't changed much, still found skulking around the Weyr, looking for ways to make a few marks. That, and Impress a dragon, whatever comes first.

Appearance: With a face like a weasel, it's no wonder that he got into gambling and cheating. It's practically in his blood. His hair is standard brown and would be dead straight if he didn't cut his hair in a buzz cut, leaving nothing to the imagination. Like his hair, his eyes are brown, though they're thin and perhaps a little too close together. His features are pointed and elfin, giving him a rather delicate, scrawny boy look despite the fact that he's eighteen. He's just "waiting to grow into his figure", or so he tells anyone who'll listen. Shorion has a variety of small nicks and cuts, scars from past encounters, and he has a tale for every one of them. He dresses fairly plainly, but well, and has frequent bags under his eyes from staying up too late or not getting enough sleep.

Personality: Shorion is thinking of having his name legally changed to "Oh Shorion" because of the sheer number of times those two words occur in the same sentence. While the teen would like to protest that he is a completely innocent and misrepresented youth, there are many who would disagree. The reason being, of course, that Shorion has a few issues that need sorting out.

The first and foremost is his gambling problem. Whether it's playing dragon poker or betting on what eggs hold what colours, Shorion has his fingers in practically every pie. In fact, he's even baking a few of those pies, if you know what I mean. His choice of friends has done nothing but encourage his gambling, resulting in the frequent selling of Tansy's flit eggs just to keep himself out of debt. Most of the time, however, Shorion ends up taking on other candidate's chores as payment, usually found in the latrines. The brunette seems to roll with the punches well enough, rarely seen moping about his losses. A loss is a loss is a loss, and Shorion's up out of the dirt and betting again faster than a dragon goes Between. He can frequently be seen carrying his own particular brand of dice (loaded of course) which he uses whenever he gets the chance.

This, of course, leads us to his second problem. Not only is Shorion a gambler, he's also a cheater. Loaded dice, cards up his sleeve, marks with identical sides, you name it he probably has it somewhere in his little bag of tricks. Oh he's been caught (and paid his dues) but that doesn't stop him from continuing on his merry way, knowing that there will always be people more stupid than the next that he can dupe. Only the strongest survive in the Weyr, right?

Shorion judges people of both gender by their immediate value to him, and as such he rarely makes close bonds with other people. Sure on the surface he's your friend, but his friendships don't go any deeper than that. Horribly superficial, Shorion would rather be seen with a group of gorgeous women and some fine men than any real friends. Who needs real friends anyways? It's easier to toss people into the line of fire or blame them for his slip ups that way, cutting his losses so to speak. The only exception to this rule is Fellendar, who he regards almost like a brother. They stick to each other through thick and thin, often times doing latrine duty for their antics.

A mindhealer would suggest that Shorion's misbehaviours come from a desire for attention, and they wouldn't be far from the truth. The Weyrbrat knows he has no future if he doesn't Impress. He has no skills, Craft or otherwise, and as such he feels he has to fight hard to keep his place among the top of the High Reaches Weyrbrat pack. If he can't Impress, he'll be stuck in a life of monotony and shame and that is something that Shorion absolutely can't stand. If it means he has to get rid of some of the competition, then fine, he will.

Other: Shorion has two flits, a blue Shipfish and a green Tansy.