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Blue Jivith is a capricious and flirty male of medium size and elegant build. As one of the dedicated Benden riders stationed at Trine, this blue isn't too interested in the affairs of the humans around him - not when there's a bevvy of beautiful greens around. He's talkative, earnest, but uninformed and prefers it that way.

He mostly ignores atypical dragons, considering them fringe dwellers and their disinterest in Rising or giving chase makes little sense to this sensual blue. Jivith is also a bit of a chauvanist, far preference the company of male humans to female ones and his conversations with greens, when he has them, tend to be short and to the point. Oh, he'll chase but that's because she's so fine to look at, not because she might have a personality to admire. As such some say he's a shallow blue.



Sober and cynical, Brown Brumath did not have much choice in his assignment at Trine. For whatever reason he and His ended up there, he does take his job seriously - as always - but he just doesn't think it'll do much good. At least, not in the way they hope it will. Not a fan of conflict or ambition, Brumath spends most of his off time sunning himself and talking idly to the Flits and any dragons who happen by.

He's the sort to look past colour and rank and wonder more about what's behind your eyes then jump to conclusions. And, while he is cynical, he has a loping, ponderous manner of speaking that makes him sound more like a riddler then an intelligent, observant individual. It's no surprise then, that given he's from Benden and his reflexive riddles that few really seek him out - and it only strengthens his cynical point of view.



Bronze Galvanth is every bit the Benden Bronze that people expect. He's proud, big, and in charge. Granted, he might not be the bronze in charge but that doesn't mean he doesn't have dreams of taking his proper place in the hierarchy of things. So when the opportunity to be a dedicated dragon in Trine arose, he leaped at the chance. You see, being the big bad and devastatingly smooth bronze in this little backwater Weyr meant he might have the opportunity to lord it over some of the 'lesser' dragons.

Patriotic and opinionated, as well as caught by a fancy of curiousity, Galvanth is one of the few bronzes who chose to come to this affair. His memory might be just as terrible as the next dragon's but that doesn't mean he's stupid either - it all fits in somehow. The things that have no place, however, are the Atypicals... the Runts and Duds. This bronze despises them, especially those haughty Crimson and Silvers who hold themselves to the same levels as their better counterparts. Galvanth is the sort of bronze to be able to charm the vast majority of people with wit and word but those he chooses not to lavish that skill on know it all too well - to those unfortunate souls he's cold and distant, barely civil (he's not a barbarian and won't stoop to such levels.)

Character Name: Keela
Age: 23
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Wingrider; former Apprentice Tailor
History: Keela was born and raised in Benden Hold. Her mother died while giving birth to her and at the age of seven she was orphaned when her father died from a fatal illness. The loss of her only parent left the young girl devastated, and she was in a rather numb state when she was kindly taken in by a neighboring tailor.

After her father’s death she became much more withdrawn, hardly ever going out to play with the kids who were her own age. She also became hostile, moody, and stubborn, causing much grief for her foster parent. Turns later the Tailor began teaching her his own craft. She went along with it… at first, simply cause she knew she had to learn some kind of craft. She didn’t like it however, and when he refused to let her quite she became resentful of him. Even so, Keela continued on with the trade despite the loathing she quickly developed for it. What other choice did she have? She was good at what she did, and the other crafts she had no experience with.

One day when she was 15 Turns old, the ebony-haired teen was out at the market buying some material when a green Search dragon singled her out. Keela was positively elated, and there was zero hesitation in agreeing to go with them to the Weyr. There was nothing left for her in the Hold that she cared about anyway.

Becoming a Candidate went a long way in restoring some of her former self. She came out of her shell even more when she was Impressed at her very first Hatching. Since then Keela has become almost an entirely different person from her tailoring days.

Description: True to the northern Benden climate in which she lives, Keela’s skin is pale and her eyes are a light honey color. In contrast to her light skin and eyes, however, her hair is a deep ebony, falling nearly down to her waist. Standing at 5’3”, her build is sleek and muscular while still retaining some feminine shape. Her chest isn’t very large, but she’s not completely flat-chested either.

Personality: The first thing one might notice about Keela is that she is very confident about herself and her abilities. “Anything you can do I can do better,” may as well be her motto. Even if she can’t actually do it better, if she is interested enough in it she will train until she can. She is quite competitive in that fashion and is often seen as being rather feisty.

Keela loves to joke around and enjoy interesting conversation with her companions, but do watch out. Her mood can change like the wind, and an irritated Keela isn’t a very pleasant one. It doesn’t help much that she can be annoyed by just about anything. She also has a tendency to become rather sarcastic. Thankfully, most of the time she’s friendly and pleasant enough.

Despite her tough exterior, the rider can actually be quite sensitive to other’s words and opinions. She may not ever let it show, covering instead with flippant remarks and sarcasm, but she’s not as impenetrable as she likes to make herself seem.

There are many times when Keela can be rather inquisitive. Almost annoyingly so. She’s a perfectionist at heart, so she will question until she is sure that she has understood every detail almost 100% perfectly. She would much rather prove a minor annoyance before hand with all of her detailed questions than prove to be a hindrance later for misunderstanding something. Might as well get it right the first time, right?

Dragon: Primath

Character Name: F’itz
Age: 40
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Wingrider
History: Fitzwilliam was born to a beastcrafter and a frustrated rider at Benden Weyr. His childhood - spent in the creche - was average enough, but he was never one of the noisy boys; he preferred quiet pursuits, and often kept to his own company. He stood for his first hatching aged twelve and a half, and much to his surprise he actually Impressed first time to Brumath. Impressing so young meant that Brumath played a large part in forming his personality; his loner tendencies increased sharply, but he never developed the cynicism displayed by his lifemate. With no desire to become a leader of men, F’itz has drifted quietly through life alongside Brumath; the pair are most dedicated to their duty and are at an age where they have a good deal of experience, but are still fit and supple enough to keep up with the younger pairs.

Description: F’itz is of a very wiry build; tough but not massively powerful. He is quite light skinned, stands a fairly average 5’10”, and both his hair and his eyes are grey. Facially he is pretty average on the whole, but has something of a beak of a nose. He gives off an air of sober dignity most of the time, and of aloofness. Over all, he looks like a hardened, competent man, but not somebody you’d ask out for a drink and a game of dice.

Personality: F’itz is sober, restrained man who mostly keeps himself to himself. He doesn’t dislike other people per-se, he just doesn’t really need them, and finds himself most content when relaxing alone with his dragon and a set of panpipes or a good book. He’ll speak if spoken to, and can in fact carry on a decent conversation, he just usually chooses not to. If he begins to tire of somebody he won’t shoo them off or be rude to them, his answers will just become shorter and shorter, and he won’t volunteer anything else to talk about of his own accord. Duty, politeness, and the proper way of doings things in general are very important to F’itz; he likes order and routine, and takes poorly to surprises, even nice ones. He has no desire to impose his own order on the world, however; he’s happy taking orders so long as his leader is competent and keeps a good schedule. If they’re not, he’ll take his complaints through the proper channels rather than either trying to take action on his own, or just moaning about it.

Laziness, either in his leaders or his peers, seriously annoys F'itz; lying around when off duty is fine by him, but slacking off when you aught to be working, or failing to give you best to a job is unacceptable in his eyes. If he sees somebody, especially a member of his wing, putting in less effort than he thinks they could, have no doubt he will abandon his usual stoicism to give them a firm talking to about Standards. It doesn't matter if they've finished early because they were efficient, they should spend the assigned time working on something, even if they have to find extra work to do. He doesn't care if they have a good reason for not being one hundred percent, unless the excuse is actual physical injury. He doesn't even really care if any effort they put into a task would be futile; to him it's the principle of the thing just as much as actual results achieved. As nobody likes a lecture, this habit doesn't exactly add to his popularity.

Unlike his dragon F’itz is not a cynical man but he isn’t the kind to always look on the sunny side either, rather he is a realist; given he doesn’t like surprises, he thinks possible outcomes through well and then decides to expect the one which seems most likely rather than to fear the worst or hope for the best. Very much like Brumath, however, he dislikes conflict. For one, arguments tend to play hell with your daily routines, and for another he considers fighting either verbally or physically somehow below him. He is not a proud man in general, but he considers himself a gentleman, and there is nothing quite as ingenteel as getting yourself worked up into a froth over something. He doesn’t look down on people who do have short tempers as such, it’s just something that he cannot imagine himself doing or being. The only thing that can get him worked up is a serious insult or threat to Brumath, but it would have to be really very serious indeed to set him off.

The colour of dragons doesn’t phase F’itz very much in general; so far as he sees long as they can do the job colour shouldn't be a factor in rank. In general it doesn’t affect how he treats other riders either; he’s as reserved and politely distant with greenriders as he is with goldriders; the only exception is brownriders, with whom he feels very faint camaraderie (very very faint but still.) As yet, he isn’t sure about atypical dragons one way or the other; he can see that they are as useful as any dragon once they’re fully grown, but he’s not convinced that all the extra care they need is worthwhile.

Other: He has taught himself to play the panpies over the years; he’s no great Harper but he can play plenty of pleasing tunes.

Dragon: Brumath

Character Name: B'khav
Age: 47
Sexual Orientation: whatever it needs to be

History: Born to a minor cotholder who looked to Benden as it's major hold, Bakhaven was raised very traditionally. Holders worked hard to provide for their families and Tithes, listened to Teaching Ballads and basically lived day to day. As a second son, Bakhaven did not have to worry about producing heirs so he could focus more on his interest in Beastcraft. His real talent lay in husbandry and birthing. Though not officially trained, Bakhaven learned a very white and black version of Pern. The strong survive, the weak do not. Follow the rules, keep your nose to the grindstone and etc. and life is good. You don't have to struggle due to poor decisions.

When Bakhaven was 18 Turns, he was out working in the feeding pens. He was doing a herd count when a Bluerider from Benden dropped in to speak to his father. His dragon, Nuseth, took a keen interest in the boy and thus, Search happened. He spent two turns and half a dozen clutches before he Impressed to his dragon. After a very rigorous first two years, B'khav and his made a name for themselves and quickly worked on climbing the Weyr hierarchy.

Description: A man whose hair was once jet black is now faded with age; hair is kept fairly short though not buzzed. Sharp, angular face that has weather well through the Turns though there are age and stress wrinkles. 5'9" with the build of a man who has worked hard all his life, B'khav preferes reds and browns when not in riding clothes along with his dark brown boots. He has a necklace with a feline tooth that he paid a pretty mark for turns ago and a red headband that he uses to keep the sweat out of his face when he is working.

Personality: Hidebound is a good term. Also Traditional. Stubborn. Stick in the mud. Get the picture here? B'khav likes life to be a certain way and that is that. He stands behind his believes 100% and there is no changing his mind. Loyal to a T, he will back his Weyr no matter what the venture is and in fact was very supportive of going to Trine to see what was up with the upstart Weyr. A normally calm and logical man, he does not take criticism or critique very well. In fact, cross the man and he becomes a virtual storm of emotion, fierce and boisterous. The good thing is that once he has had his say, B'khav returns back to his relative calm. And once he is done, he does not mind letting the other party have a say, even the though the party in question may be completely wrong.

Due to his upbringing, B'khav believes that the strong and the best deserve to lead and be in charge. Survival of the fittest after all. There is a reason why golds and bronzes rule the Weyr and these Runts shouldn't be allowed to live. After all, if they can't break free then maybe they weren't meant to be born. Still, once the life is brought forth, if it can survive, then maybe it deserves the right to live. If it can survive.

Virtues: Loyal, decisive, Decent listener
Faults: Stuck up, stubborn, defensive

Other: B'khav though never officially trained identifies strongly with the Beastcraft. He doesn't feel like the A-typs should be helped when it comes to birthing but would be more accepting if they could hatch themselves.

Dragon: All

Character Name: B'tar
Age: 30
Sexual Orientation: (Open: bi or straight)
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Star-Smith/Wingrider

History: B'tar was born to one of the lower ranking families in one of Benden's holds to a family of beast-crafters, though he seems determined almost to erase any trace of this inglorious past, or at least not let it stand in his way. From boyhood, he was more than a little fascinated with the Weyrs, and with the dragon riders, and everything to do with tracking and fighting Thread and the Red Star.

Although he's ready to accuse them of it, his family wasn't dull, just not driven with the level of ambition that their youngest son was. He pressed to become an apprentice to the Star-Smiths, instead of a beast-crafter, and was accepted for his high intelligence and sharp skill of analysis, and was rapidly enthralled by the study.

Like many born in the holds he was initially thrown by the very different atmosphere toward sexuality in the Weyrs, made a concerted effort to become comfortable with it, as part of his determination to escape what he considers the more 'backward' people of the Holds, and if he has any residual issues with rider relationships, he hides them extremely well. He had slightly arrogant expectations of his own future in the Weyrs, and pictured himself either as a Master-Star-Smith, or as a dragon leader, and will even admit with a chuckle, that he entertained a few fantasies of becoming Weyr-leader, though this is unlikely at best.
((Impossible at worst, depending on his dragon.)) This no longer bothers him though, and he's well pleased with his lot in life, and continues to lightly dabble in, and otherwise annoy Benden Star-Smiths to informally study over their shoulders, just to keep his hand in. Any opportunity he can get to hear about new discoveries in the trade is an fantastic day in his mind.

Description: Thick, wavy brown hair to the back of his neck, and an pleasant enough face with slightly large eyes. ((Which look larger when he looks startled, which is maybe a little more often than he'd like.))

His large dark brown eyes tend to make him look more 'boyish' than the coy, playboy image he likes to think he projects, and his taste for well tailored clothes, albeit in conservative colors, even cut to his slightly shorter size, tend to make him look like a young man wearing his fathers clothes. Although he might be grateful in ten years or so for his tendency to look younger than he actually is, at the moment he's just annoyed to be occasionally mistaken for an much less experienced rider.

Personality:
Highly intelligent and calculating, B'tar would do better if he were better at not tripping intermittently over his own sense of self worth. He tends to boast first, act second from time to time, and while he often -can- do what he says he can, it doesn't mean he can do it in the time frame he pictured, or as easily as he's sure it -should- be for a man of his 'clear' mental superiority. He'll learn his lesson for a good month or two, and then with almost dragon like selective memory, charge into another vastly time consuming project with the idea that it should only take an few hours.
He's quite confident in his own ability to attract people, and this, combined with his self assurance regarding his intelligence, can make him come across as either conniving, arrogant, or sometimes both, but those who are willing to put up with him will find that in spite of being frequently self serving, he means well, and will back his way into helping others sometimes almost by happy accident.

Other:
-B'tar is passably curious about A-types, but isn't truly sure what to make of them, other than finding them high maintenance. The fertility, albeit very low, of the Crimsons, is fascinating to him, though he won't admit it, as his interest reminds him a little too much of his parents Beastcraft. Given that this comparison would insult riders and dragons alike, it's probably just as well that he keeps his mouth shut.

Dragon: All

Name: Sophiana
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank/Craft: Wingrider
History:
Sophiana was born to two drudge parents in some minor hold of Ista. The other children often teased her for her odd appearance. Some thought she was demon-possessed while others feared she was mentally retarded. She was thankfully none of these things. As time passed and nothing odd happened around her, the rumors passed on.

As she got older she began to grow into her unusual beauty. The looks from the boys became more knowing. She kept around as many people as possible when doing her chores. The chores that took her out of reach of others were done speedily with a hint of fear. Only the appearance of the lord saved her on several occasions.

During her fourteenth turn, Sophiana was Searched by a Wingrider of Ista Weyr. She was whisked away from her life of drudgery; given a warm bed, clean clothes, easy duties, lessons, and she never had to fear being molested again. At Ista Weyr she stood for the Hatching of two clutches; not Impressing either time. When the call from Benden came asking for candidates she was sent.

Once again she stood for clutches on the Benden sands and did not Impress until her nineteenth turn. Finally she was a dragonrider! She takes great delight in using her looks to drive the male riders wild. As a result she’s had two children, though, thankfully neither have her looks.


Appearance:
If one word was used to describe Sophiana it would be luscious. She has all the right curves in all the right places. Her eyes are an aqua-blue that one could drown in the depths of. Her hair is kept unusually long for a dragonrider in that it reaches to her butt when unbound. Free flowing it looks like wavy wheat fields of gold. Her skin always seems to have a slight tan to it no matter how much time outside she spends.

Sophiana loves to wear tight clothing. Whether it be riding gear or a gather dress so long as it makes the men’s jaws hit the ground, audibly. She’ll wear any color as long as she thinks it makes her looks good.


Personality:
Sophiana is strongly flirty and coy. She loves to play games with the male riders of any Weyr. If she finds a male rider to her liking she’s more than likely to start something before he does. She’s not the sort to sit and wait for Prince Charming to come find her. Not that she wants one of them anyhow. She uses her looks now to get her own back for being teased about her appearance as a child. It never really occurred to her that these were not the ones who had done so.

Her flirting has gotten her into trouble on several occasions. It hasn’t stopped her in the least, merely encouraged her to be a tad more subtle about her games. She very much prefers the Weyrleader to the Weyrwoman simply because she thinks with her charms he’ll let her off easy. Thus, the Weyrwoman mostly deals out her punishments.

She is deeply proud of her Weyr and all they stand for. Sophiana is clear when it comes down to male or female riders. Female riders are clearly the best and the males are around simply to have fun with. Sophiana doesn’t understand why the traditional Weyr queens are producing fewer eggs than the non-traditional Weyrs. It bothers her a great deal. As far as atypical dragons go, she sees them as too much work to raise. Then most of the colors don’t breed, except for crimsons and not very well even then.

Other:
Just off the top of my head. Can change stuff if needed.

Dragon: All.

Character Name: S’raid

Age: 28

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Craft/Rank: Wingrider

History: The product of a failed mating Flight, Saraid had very little attachment to his father growing up. The man in question was a Brownrider, one whose Brown (predictably, really) had failed to catch a Queen. Instead, he sought solace in the arms of one of the lowercavern workers. She was a woman that had he but known was herself a past Candidate who had stood on the Sands, hoping to Impress a Queen time and time again-- though she would have settled for a Green, naturally. In her heart of hearts, she dreamed of one day becoming a dragonrider’s weyrmate. If she could not become a rider herself, she would live vicariously through another.

Such was not to be, however. Instead, she grew large with the Brownrider’s child, and saw nothing at all of the man himself. She knew his rank, of course, for in that brief moment before he’d tumbled her to the bed, she’d seen his rank knots. The man himself did not know for some time that he had fathered a child, only discovering this when the boy grew to look very much like him. This did not trouble either the woman or her young boy, and he grew up knowing that his father had been a dragonrider.

One of many such children at the Weyr, he strove to distinguish himself from the others if he could, making friends where it suited him and carefully avoiding alienating as many young weyrbrats as he could. People, he found, tended to respond better to requests if they believed that you cared what they thought, and if you treated them genially. It was a strange concept for the young man, who saw little purpose to it initially, but through experimentation learned that smiles won far more than frowns ever could.

A very strange concept indeed. His mother had instilled in him a desire to rise above his station, one which he shared in kind. She was certainly not the only young mother to believe incredible things of her only son. He was determined to become a dragonrider where she had failed, and set very high standards for himself. He would be no less than a Brownrider, as he had to be at least as good as his father, and by preference a Bronzerider. But then, didn’t every young lad hope to rate a Bronze?

When he was finally old enough to Stand, he was met with disappointment after disappointment, unable to find a dragon to match him. Surely this meant that his dragon hadn’t been shelled yet? As he oozed his way into the young politics of the Weyr, he pretended at confidence over this very idea until he himself believed it. His dragon would hatch, and he would Impress. On the eve of his final Hatching, he was forced to face the facts: there was a great likelihood that he would not Impress, and would have to take himself with shame off of the Hatching Sands.

Very soon he would age out of eligibility, and that was not to be tolerated. So, with an edge of desperation he stepped onto the Sands, anxious as any other failed (and aging) Candidate. But finally what he had been waiting for happened. His dragon was on the Sands, looking for him! As entitled as he was, he felt that he was finally receiving his just desserts, and beaming, he crossed over to the dragonet, who was still wet with egg fluid. Impression had been made. From that moment, Bronze Galvanth and S’raid belonged to each other, never to be parted.

Since that moment, they have worked together to be the best pair that they can be, and while thus far no one has given them the rank that S’raid believes they deserve, he has high hopes of achieving quite a bit in this move to Trine. After all, with a smaller Weyr there were fewer rivals to be found. If they should fail in their quest, it would be no different than their lives at Benden. There was nothing to be lost and everything to be gained... and besides, someone needed to do something about those misguided Atypicals and their delusions of being as good as, if not better than traditional colors.

Description: A man possessed of reasonable height, S’raid is rough hewn, and sharp looking. The most fascinating thing about him are his eyes, which are a cold blue. He is obviously a Northerner, with pale skin that is inclined to freckle and burn in the Southern sun. While naturally black haired, he has begun to gray, and there are broad streaks of it throughout his short, wavy hair.

Personality: He is a man of many faces, one of which is presented to the Weyr at large (and now Trine Weyr as well), and underlying every bit of his force of personality is the driving need to conquer. He must win his way to the top, whether by spreading carefully concocted falsehoods to slowly cement discontent with the current leadership, or by simply being his very best. He is as charismatic as his Bronze, hiding a cold inner self with a shell of easy warmth-- the kind that you want to get to know, to keep close to you. He would smile at you if he were betraying you in the worst way possible, because he genuinely believes that anything, anything at all that he does is ‘for the good of the Weyr’. Aren’t you excited to be a part of that?

If S’raid lies to you, you made be sure that there is a grain of truth to that lie, carefully mixed in to make it seem all the more innocuous. He is offhanded with his statements, seemingly confiding a little tidbit that oh really isn’t all that important, and do you really want to know? After all, it’s nobody’s fault that they are flawed individuals. He just needs to take care of them all. S’raid knows what’s best. He truly believes this, almost religiously. There is nothing more terrifying than a fanatic, and that is S’raid.

He has very few people he considers actual friends, and no bond is stronger than his with Galvanth. Theirs is a bond that was complete in its inception, and finally S’raid found a mind that he could be sure truly understood his own, and accepted him for what he was, and what he strove to become. It may be that Galvanth is the only being that he genuinely loves. There is room for growth, yes, but that would take time and dedication on the part of the interested party. Even then it might fail, because he is simply that cold.

Despite it all, he possesses the ability to become if not a benevolent leader, then one who is capable. It is his Bronze’s wish to rise above all of his peers, and he is determined to fulfill that wish and his own... for the good of the Weyr, of course! Pern demands a strong guiding hand, and these misguided dragonmen who raise up Atypicals above their betters could surely use one. They need to be... educated, yes. Educated. While he agrees with Galvanth’s belief that there is no true place for such inferior, unnatural dragons, he is not one to entirely discard something which has potential use.

But the idea that they dare breed these Atypicals via the Crimson dragons, now that strikes him as wholly offensive! He is a traditionalist to the core, and even such creatures as female Blueriders seem foreign to him. That Silver dragons are held up as equals to Bronzes, or near them, and are allowed to Impress to women is entirely anathema. The twisted beasts themselves are abhorrent, but to destroy the ordering of things so entirely? No, that is not to be tolerated. They will be put in their proper place in due time-- just as soon as he has managed his coup, naturally.

He is an ambitious, selfish man who believes his own falsehoods, one who is entirely willing to take advantage of and use others, and one who is blind to his own faults. A real peach, truly. He is, however, also loyal to the Weyr, and to his dragon, willing to do what others won’t to get what needs done. If there had ever been a dreamer, a lover, or a poet in this Bronzerider, it has long since faded with childhood, and it would take a minor miracle to coax it back out again. What is left behind is drive and determination, with a streak of ruthlessness several dragonlengths wide.

Other: S’raid has a soft spot for his aging mother, whom he still visits from time to time. After all, she had a hand in his creation.

Dragon: Galvanth