Name: N'var (Born Navarian)
Age: twenty six
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weyr: Western
Rider Rank: Brown rider
Previous Rank/Craft: Weavercraft
Physical Description: N'var is relatively short and somewhat stocky. He lacks muscular definition. His hair is a dark, coppery red, and he has freckles on his face and arms. His eyes are blue.
Personality: N'var learned the value of a mark early on, and though he didn't realize his parents' monetary problems until he was older, he became thrifty. He grew up among weavers in the crafthall, and it wasn't hard to convince one of the apprentices to make a whirligig with leftover string and a button. It wasn't hard to keep him entertained in his youth, and isn't now, even into his adulthood. He's usually pretty happy! He laughs easily and tries to see the best in everyone.
It's different when it comes to his family. His sister, Nyssa, was sickly for most of their youth and most of his parents' attention was on her. He felt shorted. He felt less loved. It was hard for him to feel as if he had to strive to get any bit of encouragement or praise. He can be jealous; it pains him to think of time gone by. It seems strange now, how angry he was. How important his parents' opinions were to him.
Most of the time, N'var is very much like a flame, warm, playful, and energetic. He has a kind heart and tends to be friendly. Maybe too friendly. He probably was the student getting in trouble for talking too much during classes. Or for drawing while the master was talking. He was the kid who got in trouble for talking to strangers. He just doesn't see the point in being around people if he can't talk to them. He likes to do things his own way, and he has an adventurous heart.
He is fairly gullible. He believes everything. If you told him he had a stain on his shirt, he'd look down; even if he had just put it on.
Of course, if you play with fire, you're going to get burnt. You don't want to make N'var angry; it's a slow burn that can last turns, as his family has seen. He holds grudges once he's been hurt.
He likes to try new things, but really, N'var is a creature of habit. He goes to drills, he does what he needs to, he draws Licerth under the same tree outside their weyr. Speaking of drawing; he seems to have an artistic air about him; he loves to draw, and will draw on every given surface. He used to love showing these pieces of art off, but recently has withdrawn and begun to share only with those closest to him. Particularly with his sister, Nyssa.
He's grown closer to her in the past few turns. Without their parents, the siblings seem to get along better; not that he ever resented her.
History: N'var was born Navarian, to weavers in the craft hall. His parents weren't altogether wealthy, but during Gathers they did especially well. It was the inbetween times when they'd have to pull together and ration their funds. As a child, Navarian never realized how hard his parents worked for their marks. He was the apple of their eye, and he was so proud to be their son.
Things changed when he was six turns old. His sister, Nyssa was born, and their attention seemed to shift. No longer was every drawing he provided them with admired. They didn't seem to have time for him. He was always being reminded to be quiet and not to wake the baby. Or, when the baby was awake, they were busy entertaining or feeding her.
It was hard for him then, but it only seemed to get worse as time went on. Nyssa was sickly as a child, and N'var, needing encouragement, sought praise for doing well in their craft. He learned to embroider, and while he wasn't particularly good at it, how to sew. N'var always assumed he was less loved than his sister, but as children do, he failed to see the bigger picture. He was an independent child who seemed to do his own thing; his parents trusted him and believed him strong enough to find his own way. His sister's sickliness had them scared. They worried after her continually, and failed to see their son needed their praise just as much.
N'var was never bitter towards his younger sister, but he did feel slighted. He'd been the center of attention for six turns, and it was hard to remember that when he felt he'd been shoved to the side. He grew closer to her as they grew up, but never seemed to regain that love from his parents. After a few turns, the boy stopped trying.
He took an interest in art at an early age, preferring to draw rather than to practice his craft. That was how he met the Searchrider. He'd gone to white his charcoal to a sharper point; and the rider, amused to see a teenager with black hands, came to talk to him. He spoke of his home back in Western Weyr, and eventually, invited him to come with him.
N'var was so pleased, he'd forgotten that his sister was feeling poorly as he rushed to tell his parents. When he wasn't immediately congratulated, he was hurt. He packed a few things and headed outside, only to be met by his sister. He gave her a hug and promised he'd write at least twice a sevenday. The searchrider was waiting for him.
If N'var thought he'd Impress the first time he stood, he was sorely disappointed. He didn't Impress until the fourth time he stood, and by then, he was planning what life would be like if he didn't Impress. He'd have to go back. He'd have to work on becoming a journeyman, and maybe eventually a Master weaver. He'd invited his parents and sister to this hatching, though. Nyssa was finally well enough to be able to go between. He hoped he'd Impress a Bronze. He felt a Bronze, at least, would impress his family.
Instead, the boy'd found himself knocked to the hot sands by a brown.
Bronze? Bronze?! No, mine. We are better than any of these here. Now, come! Prove your strength to Licerth! N'var had never felt such joy. A dragon had chosen him! His dragon! And his parents were watching. Did they see? Were they proud?
It wasn't long lived, the hope that his parents were finally seeing him. A hatchling started trying to push itself into the stands, seemingly calling for someone. To N'var's immediate upset, it was calling to his sister. A brown, calling to his sister! She hadn't even been searched! It wasn't FAIR! He'd finally gotten the chance to have his parents see him, the first time in fourteen turns, and somehow, unintentionally, she'd stolen it. He didn't blame her, not really. He knew her dragon would have gone between if she hadn't been there--but why? Why had it been that hatching?
Some part of him was glad his sister was at the Weyr with him. He'd missed her in the turns he'd been away; and he was truly delighted to see that she'd overcome what had ailed in her their youth.
Licerth grew, and so did the brown's ego; while N'var's mellowed. He forgave his parents for slighting him, and began writing them every couple sevendays. Four turns after graduating, Thread fell and panic bubbled up in him. His family, were they safe? Shards! His sister was a dragonrider! She'd be facing Thread along with him instead of staying safe somewhere made of stone.
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DRAGON
Name: Licerth
Age: six turns
Color: Brown
Size: 35'
Physical Description: Using Starter pack brown, thank you so much MH!
Personality:How about making a deal with Licerth? He delights in arguments! Especially those with his rider. It is difficult to get him to show outward signs of approval, though inwardly he may admit to himself the value of something or someone's varying opinion. From the moment he hatched no one was safe from his snippiness and cutting wit; for despite his complaints Licerth is an excellent speaker. It may not be uncommon for him to leave a conversation with the other dragon staring after him. Never argue with Licerth, because he can twist his words and the meaning of words. Beware!
On top of his attitude, Licerth is stubborn. When he makes his mind up about something, he sticks to it. Only his rider could convince him otherwise.
No one can best him in a challenge of wits and words (in his opinion!): he considers his mind to be his private domain and is jealously possessive of his right to have an opinion. He may have a terrible time making friends. For one thing, his first impression is almost always set as long as his memory lasts- if he decides he doesn't like you, it's best to wait until he forgets why he didn't like you in the first place. He's not malicious, despite the fact that he's unpleasant. Rather, he is almost always condescendingly amused and cynical: a patronizing critic observing the antics of lesser mortals from his elevated pedestal.
If as a hatchling Licerth was stubborn, as an adult he has mellowed down to a quiet slyness that seems to permeate the air around him. Only in the most tender moments with his rider does this aura leave him and reveal the love that he is capable of feeling. To all outsiders, meaning everyone but his, Licerth may present an abrasive, somewhat obnoxious face. Wherever he goes, Licerth loves to stir up a bit of conflict - for entertainment purposes.
Unsurprisingly, Licerth is unlikely to be a very popular dragon. Dragons who admire his talent, who praise him may in fact gain his affection. He does so like to be told he's nice! However, he will never show the same care and devotion that he shows his bonded to anyone else.
Any flights he joins will be for the thrill of the chase. There is very little give and take in these relationships, however. He pays little to no attention to his flight mates before and after; if necessary he will attempt to drive them away.
Licerth is quite often entertained by the antics of his rider. Especially when it comes to relationships. While Licerth is abrassive and will rid himself from potential mates when not caught up in the wave of instinct that hits during a flight, is the opposite. Licerth may tease N'var for his behavior--attempting to charm people. N'var is lucky human females do not rise to mate. There would be no end to Licerth's affectionate teasing.
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