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Name: Bru'la -Formally Brularn
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Orientation: Bisexual but swings more towards the females
Position: Wingrider

Physical Description: Nothing special. Shaggy dark brown hair with light brown eyes, fairly average build and 5'6 with just a hint of tan to his skin, and usually some sunburn always laying across his nose and cheekbones no matter how he tries to deal with it.

Personality: Not a big fan of crowds. Bru much prefers a group of three or four people for his company rather than a large surrounding to keep track of. How is he to remember every name to their face when they crowd around like that without his partner's ever-social help? But then he might forget the Weyrleader's name if not for His there to remind him, as forgetful as he can sometimes be. He doesn't really see the need in knowing who every one is, though His tries to tell him how needed such information is so he knows who to greet, who to avoid, how to acknowledge someone if their dragon lets His know of a bad mood.. But if he didn't have to listen to that helpful little voice and a small confrontation comes of it, there's no real harm right? Life needs a bit of excitement, oh but try telling His that.

History: Weyrborn, Bru began life as Brularn, born to a brownrider. He never knew his mother but a few whispers as he was growing up hinted at her being a greenrider. But he couldn't picture it no matter how hard he'd try to. No, he rather fancied his mother as some kitchen worker or a drudge, but never really tried to seek her out when there was so much else to do. Like prove himself to his young peers. He didn't really grow up with much boundaries until he was old enough to Stand. Having to listen to the Candidate Master was a trying experience, and landed him with a few sessions of extended chores from his inability to willingly do as told for the first two turns.

His third turn as a Candidate saw a Crimson impress, the girl he had somewhat known and been chummy with during their lessons without really being able to recall her name. He'd never seen a hatchling Crimson before, there had been a small lull in their numbers for whatever reason at the time, so watching such a sight left a mark on him. He'd tried to recall the girl's name a few times in order to congratulate her properly, but after calling her face to face by the wrong name he sorely just gave up trying to remember anyone's name. Unless it was someone he had to know, like the Candidatemaster. He did not Impress until his sixth year on the sands, and to a very mellow, cheerful looking hatchling. His was sadly sociable right from the get-go, and he immediately set out to get His off of his little social kick. That never quite worked out. The dragon started dragging him over to the other Weyrlings during lessons to introduce them and try to strike up conversations. He very stubbornly began the battle early on to not let that social behavior rub off onto himself.

Other: He likes to tinker with things, and more often than not the tinkering ends up with the object in question becoming broken.