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Name: Tadran
Age: 12
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown; the boy's barely into puberty, come on XD
Craft: Harper
Rank: Apprentice
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: A young lad right at the transition age where boys go from ‘cute’ to ‘handsome’, Tadran still has a bit of growing to do. His slightly unruly mop of dark brown hair seems to resist everyone’s efforts to keep it tidy – partially because Tad himself doesn’t care enough to bother – and keeps falling into his blue-hazel eyes. Those eyes, often alight with some form of mischief, look just as blue as his twin brother’s half the time, but if the light is right or he’s wearing the right clothing the greeny-brown hazel tones hidden within them come out to play.

He’s slender, bordering on skinny, with the promise of gaining quite a bit of height once he hits his growth spurt. As it is, he’s around average height for boys his age which doesn’t help much in telling him apart from Todrin. Their parents – and the crèchemothers, by mutual agreement – have seen fit to try and dress them in different clothes, with Tad getting more green and tan shades to bring out the hazel coloring in his eyes more, but that doesn’t do much for anything but furthering the twins’ own innate mischievousness by swapping clothing to further any given plot.

Personality: Tadran is one of those boys that can’t be summed up in just one word. Mischievous and intelligent are the two usually used, and it depends on the person just what inflection the two words get. His intelligence is often seen in lessons and chores – he hates doing chores so finds the quickest way possible to get the job done so he can go do something fun – but more usually seen in his favorite pastime: making mischief of various kinds with his brother Todrin.

Most people assume Tadran’s mind behind the majority of the plots simply due to the fact that he can actually sit still and focus on dull repetition or a boring task longer than his brother, but in truth it’s a tossup which of the two boys is the mastermind behind their various plots. They take it in turns; whoever has the best idea gets to be in charge. The main reason Tad can sit still for the time it takes to write out one of the Teaching Ballads for the fiftieth time is that his mind focuses inward, the creative spark that lends itself so well to pranks letting him visualize the Ballad as a picture in motion. Of course, then his mind tends to get distracted by a rogue thought and the task ends up all but forgotten, but you can’t have everything.

Authority figures have little effect on Tadran, simply due to the fact that punishment slides off him as easily as water off a fish’s scales. Yes, he knows it was wrong, and yes he knows he’ll get in trouble if he does it again, but the simple fact is that his overly-active mind can even turn latrine duty into something fun, especially if the punisher doesn’t think to separate him and Todrin somehow. He loves his mother dearly, but he has never seen her as an authority figure. She’s always been more of a confidant and close friend. The one thing that will get him to toe the line is the notion of failing his father. Tadran, like his brother, holds C’din in very high regard and would never do anything to disappoint or shame the man – at least overtly. It’s only against the rules if you get caught, after all. Because of this, C’din is really the only person Tad listens to in matters of discipline – much to the dismay of his father.

When it comes right down to it, though, family is very important to Tad. He loves his parents, his brothers, and his sister all dearly, though he is closest to his twin brother Todrin. The two have been all but inseparable since birth and, as they look exactly the same and seem to constantly be on the exact same wavelength at all times, are often mentioned as a single entity. Outwardly it doesn’t bother him much, but Tad is getting to that age where he wants to stand out just a little bit. His brother is the most important person in his life, true, but that relationship’s not all there is to him. That, coupled with the natural competitive streak he shares with his brother, turns just about everything into a challenge. Their caretakers can only dread what will happen when those two take up a Craft or – Faranth forbid – Impress to a pair of dragons.

History: Tadran was born on an otherwise unremarkable early summer’s day at High Reaches Weyr, followed not five minutes later by his twin brother Todrin. Their mother, Meraia, was the rider of green Seraketh and they themselves were the product of Seraketh’s latest flight, which had been won by bronze Audroth and his rider C’din. Tad and his brother, after being given delightfully confusing names for identical twins, spent most of their childhood in the crèche, though they were able to get to know their mother due to her insistence that they spend nights and rest-days with her. That, however, was not always a bed of roses.

In the twins’ second Turn, they were both fussy when Meraia came to pick them up after a long day of drilling. Tad had been busy getting into one of the stores of chalk and Tod, always eager to join his brother in any sort of mischief, had been happily helping him make a grand old mess of the floor, walls, cabinet and, of course, each other. Neither twin had especially been thrilled by the prospect of going home and both had promptly thrown a fit. C’din, completely unsuspecting, had been on his way to pick up one of his other sons, Carwyn, when Meraia saw him and saw what seemed like the perfect opportunity to inform him that the two squalling boys were, in fact, his and were also his responsibility for the rest of the night. Tad, surprised by being foisted off on a complete stranger by his mother, promptly quieted down and stared up at the tall bronzerider who was apparently his father.

That began the relationship with C’din and his elder brothers that would firmly entrench his father as a man to respect and honor above anyone else in Tad’s mind. He and Tod still spent much of what time their mother could spare with her, but Meraia’s seeming unwillingness to chastise and discipline her already rambunctious boys just made it even clearer that she was no authority figure. Not only that, but both boys soon found that if they even remotely looked like crying it could cut off even an attempted lecture from Meraia, a tactic they used with great success. C’din, however, with his quiet but firm hand, soon made it very clear that he was not as easy a mark as their mother; Tad and Tod quickly learned that their father was no pushover, raising him in their estimation even more.

As they grew the twins were made aware of the rest of the family. Tadran only too happy to get to know his older brothers and sister. Their mischief seemed to know no bounds, the two constantly up to something together, which was why C'din put his foot down when the pair turned ten. They would not be of age to Stand for a clutch for another four Turns; until then they could at least be productive members of the Weyr, and that meant either finding chores to do or taking up a Craft. With those options, Tadran immediately turned to the Craft Caverns, following his brother Carwyn's lead and apprenticing as a Harper.

Other: One day perhaps I shall bring his father into the action! until then, have a hellraising weyrbrat pushed into a Craft to keep him out of too much trouble XD

that's what I get for trying to edit and import at midnight XD thought I'd caught everything. Should be shifted completely now, though!