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Name: Freniar F'iar
Age: 16 17 (aged up)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft/Rank: Fisherman Apprentice/ Candidate Blue Rider
History: Freniar was raised in Eron Hold. He knows his father and that his mother is a Trader. When she found she was close to giving birth, his mother was at Eron. She wasn't one to keep a child while traveling, so she left him there with his father. He has six half-siblings, older and younger, who leaned more towards the other crafts. He ran around with his younger siblings, playing games and doing what he could to make them laugh. Freniar had time to be with his mother, he just wasn't as close to her as his father. It was mostly when she was in the area that he got to see her.

One day, at 9 turns, he was down near the docks, watching the boats come in and it dawned on him that he should try his hand as a fisherman, because he loved the water and working with his hands. His dad was proud of him for making a decision like that at a young age. He was tall for his age, which at times made it hard for him because others expected him to do more. While learning the craft he had fun, but it was work. A storm hit one time that knocked him into the nets. A knife was out to start fixing it, slashing his the back of his hands. The scars are visible with his hands so dark.

It didn't stop Freniar from dreaming of dragons. He stayed with the fishermen for about 2 turns, before a Searchrider came along. Lucky for Freniar, the boat he was on had just docked that morning. When the rider approached him, Freniar was in shock. He looked at the boat and his mates, they were his family too, but to be even a Candidate. He couldn't pass up the chance, he said yes to the rider. With a few farewells to the Hold people, he was off to Trine Weyr.

He didn't Impress the first two turns he was there. Slowly doubt started to work its way into his mind, but he pushed through. There was no way he would let that get him down. Weyr life was different for him and his outgoing personality kept him with many different friends. On his free time, Freniar goes swimming in the lakes to keep up his skills. He keeps nets in his room to keep his hands busy when he isn't hanging out with others.

Description: Short black hair that looks like he just woke up frames his face, with hazel eyes looking out from heavy eyebrows. His skin is a dark tan from being on the boats so much. Scars on his hands. He has a lean muscular body. Most often seen at the Weyr in pants and a vest, he is more relaxed when the vest is open or off all together. He is now of average height, finally fitting in with others his age that way.

Personality: He is outgoing, needing to be around people. Crowds don't bother him at all. It is when he is alone that he starts to get depressed. If he isn't in the leadership role, Freniar is most likely to be in the middle of the group. When push comes to shove, he is willing to take the lead. He prefers someone else to give orders, but sticks around to learn how just in case he ever has to take that step.

Freniar is flexible when it comes to changes in plans and duties. He does like having his work done perfectly, even his handwriting has improved since staying on land. He will go as far as he trust himself to go safe wise when told to do something. He knows how to be part of a team and work together, but he needs to trust his team members. It takes about three serious things to happen for him to distrust someone.

Even on the boats, Freniar would do his best to stay on the deck. Being below deck in confined spaces bothered him a lot. He thought it was just boats, but even down in the tunnels around the weyr bothered him. He will put on a front when with a group going into confined spaces, but his heart is racing and palms are sweating.

He has a habit of spitting without look. It doesn't matter where he is or who he is with, he will spit. Probably from the time on the boats. **If he isn't busy, his hands are doing something, anything to just be moving. It will happen sometimes while eating, his fingers will start tapping on the table or his thigh.

Other: With all that has happened, he worries about the new leaders. Will there be another attack on them? He wants to help protect them as best he can, while keeping the rest of the people safe from Thread. The first time Thread came, he was shocked and unprepared, but as soon as the shock wore off, he was out there helping as best he could.

**(OOC: This could lead to him having rope or something around him a lot to mend while talking just to keep his hands busy)

The Touching: Gleaming Egg: Hello candidate, have a brain full of greeting! Though it remains still this egg gives off the sense that any moment now it could explode into action. There is not a shred of self doubt in this egg, nor the sense that it is holding anything back from those who come to meet it. It welcomes any who touch it for as long as they wish to stay, but doesn’t seem upset or insulted when they do depart. Settled around the centre of the clutch this is possibly the largest egg in the clutch, and with its larger than life personality, and vivid shell of mottled orange and yellow it certainly seems it!
Dizzian touches: Her next stop was beside the Gleaming egg. This was more to her style as she was greeted enthusiastically by the youngling inside. She returned the greeting with as much umph as she could muster, a grin on her face. She stayed with this egg a few moments longer than she had with the other two before she reluctantly got up. There were more eggs to greet but maybe she'd be able to return. Her fingers trailed along it till she was too far away to reach.
Roeline touches: Roeline’s next stop was by the large orange and yellow egg close to the center (Gleaming Egg), and she found this dragonet to be quite a pleasant change from the previous two. Why hello to you too! It was hard not to giggle at the sheer amount of energy held within the egg. She’d love to play and chat with this one at least once after it had hatched. (Of course, she’d love to play and chat with a lot of dragons, but that was besides the point.) I look forward to seeing you again come the Hatching~ she thought cheerfully before moving on to the next egg.
Selene touches: There was a larger orange and yellow egg toward the center of the Clutch. As she placed her hand on it she couldn't help but smile at the amount of energy the little one had. Well, hello, to you too. The Gleaming Egg sure had a lot of spunk.
Syn touches: The first egg that she touched was the Silver Lining Egg. She grinned a little as she touched the egg, feeling a bit more at ease on the sands. Whoever impressed the dragon inside would certainly never be without a companion. Not that anyone who impressed a dragon was. Reluctantly, Syn moved onto the next egg. Laying her hand down upon the Gleaming Egg. For a moment, the girl almost pulled her hand away, shocked by how almost energetic this egg seemed to be. It was most definitely welcoming and inviting. The girl wished she had more time to spend with the egg, but she remembered the warning not to linger too long and moved on once more.
Siano touches:
The Gleaming Egg had an excellent outlook and was pleasurable company to say the least. Siano lingered for a bit and admired the bright patterns on the shell as well as the bright feelings shown to her by the egg. It was a truly dauntless being ready for adventure. She grinned.
Niyx touches: As quickly as Niyx laid a hand on the Gleaming egg she just as quickly removed it blinking in surprise at such an exuberant greeting. Well she herself had been known to use overwhelming stun tactics herself maybe it was. . .no it was just energetic. Well hello to it too? A loud one huh? Well that was good. Lovely to meet it really, no need for that kind of volume. And as quick and politely as she could Niyx moved on.
Echlerov touches:There were a few eggs that has his attention, and when he was permitted onto the sand, he made his way over to the Gleaming Egg. It had a vivid shell, and when he touched it, the feelings that he gave to him fit it perfectly. Bright, and pleased to see everyone. Can't wait to meet you! he thought back at the egg as strong as he could. This would be a fun hatchling to know, even if it wasn't his.
Allaxon touches: The Gleaming Egg felt like it should shine right out of its shell. It was a go getter and had so bright a personality that Allaxon felt a little bit stunned but soon the excitement was infectious and Allaxon walked away from the egg with a brighter heart and more energy.
Ailin touches: Already in the center of the clutch he took a turn at the Gleaming egg next. He blinked rapidly at the enthusiastic greeting, he almost felt as if his ears should be ringing from the 'volume'. Ailin couldn't tell if this egg was similar to himself or his exact opposite. There were hints of both within it. Either way he left the Gleaming egg with a positive opinion.

The Hatching:

More eggs rocked and cracked now, a handful seemed ready to burst at any second. Indeed, two did - the Caught-in-the-Surge Egg and the Gleaming Egg but the latter's entrance far overshadowed the former's. The Gleaming egg revealed a starkly coloured dragon who bugled before even completely leaving the egg, using his very first breath to let the world know he was there. Loud and on the large end of the spectrum from the clutch, this blue shook himself without enough energy to leave himself dizzy.

Stumbling into an awkward sitting position the burble of sound could not be mistaken for anything but laughter - laughter his brother merely made a nearly inaudible sound at. Also a blue, the dragon from the Caught-in-the-Surge egg rustled his wings and went over to nose his sibling, making sure he was alright.

The loud blue chirruped at his brother and stood, snorting with amusement and good humor and wagged his tail then took off at a run towards the boys. It was the galloping excitement of an individual happy to do what he was doing but he didn't really slow down as he bounded through the boys and tackled one at random. He rumbled and chirruped at the boy then bounded away, apparently having only wanted to say really close.

Less enthusiastic about the whole affair, the other dragon nonetheless also bounded over but instead of knocking people over, he seemed to place himself to brace those the other blue accidentally bowled over while earnestly looking at the boys.

It was hard to tell if the other blue was looking at boys or just seeing all the boys.

Boisterous and full of energy, the loud blue kept running through the boys until he ran headlong into Freniar. All but rolling up on himself, the little blue let out a bleat of surprise and blinked at the boy he'd tackled. Cocking his head to the side, he seemed to seriously regard the other then flapped his wings and bugled loudly, clearly incredibly pleased to have run into the boy.

Freniarmine! Your Solath has found you! Feed me!

Fighting Thread:
Solath: HP 45 + 2 Build
Agility= +1