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Name: Ha'el (pronounced like “hail,” formerly Hadraniel)
Age: 27 Turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Builder - Apprentice
Physical Description:

Standing at 5’11”, Ha’el is muscular and proportionately stocky, easily the type of person you could peg for doing athletic exercises both on top of and alongside his dragon every day. His hair is shoulder-length, dark brown, and slightly curled at the ends. His eyes are a brownish amber, matching the bronze hues of his dragon. Ha’el tries to maintain a goatee beneath his lip, but is rather lazy about it, so his jaw is frequently coated in short stubble.

Personality:

Ha'el is kind because he chooses to be. He thinks about what he says, every word is carefully curated before it leaves his mouth. Being sweet to everyone is a priority to him, and he especially cares if they like him. If he speaks without thinking and unintentionally says something cruel or even simply unregulated, he'll agonize over it for weeks. It's a type of anxiety he has, and has had since he was about eleven. He's always worried that the last thing he'll say to someone is something terrible, so he makes every word count. That being said, his careful manner of speech is not insincere - he truly wishes to show a degree of kindness to everyone, as he finds something to love in most people. It's leftovers from having a large family - part of him just considers everyone to be family.

However, this kindness doesn't always work well for him. Sometimes he talks kind of slow and finds it difficult to keep up with rapidfire conversation. He can be coerced into doing many things for others because he believes it will improve his standing with them. He's the exact type of person who can't say "no" to anybody, resulting in being spread way too thin over many tasks. He's easily swayed by suggestions from people he respects, and will often blindly follow someone into a bad situation because he trusts easily.

On the other hand, he can sometimes worry about what others think too much. He's fickle about his interests and jobs, and if someone shows disapproval, he'll leave what he's doing because it consumes all his thoughts about it. He's a bit of a jack of all trades, having moved between several hobbies. He's glad for Sarieth, who provides constant companionship and stability in his life.

Positive Trait List Mindful, Loving, Honest
Negative Trait List Anxious, Fickle, Kind of a Pushover

History:

Hadranael was born with a myriad of brothers in a small hold near Nabol, and he was not quite lucky enough to be the oldest or the youngest. However, he did grow up in a situation that was simultaneously rambunctious and loving. The alternating cruelty and kindness of children was not lost on him - his brothers shaped him to be who he is today, and he matured under the gentle guidance of their company.

He always kind of wanted to be a smith, like his father, but his older brother Lucaefer was apprenticing under their father. Some childish instinct for being embarrassed by wanting to be just like his father and brother took over Hadranael’s emotions. So instead, when he became of the appropriate age, he chose to become a Builder, taking after someone else’s father in the minor hold. Hadranael loved his time outside, in the sun, sweating and working hard. After some time, Hadranael might have actually believed his job was superior to his father’s and his brother’s. At the dinner table, he would brag about the things he had seen that day while they had been locked up in the forge, even if it were something as simple as a Watchrider flying in for their shift. He later regretted his behavior when Lucaefer was searched and taken to the High Reaches Weyr for candidacy.

For a while, L’fer, which is what his name had been changed to, kept in touch. Then, after a couple of Turns, the correspondence just stopped. Hadranael sometimes thought he might have just been busy, but part of him always wondered if his snooty behavior was what had driven his brother away from the family. He focused in on his work, and on being gentle to the rest of his brothers, and worked on his Craft. He fell in love with a sweet girl at the hold named Pyra. He ended up moving in with her within the hold, and they often spoke about children but never had any. She was a few turns younger than him, but she was the person to help him through all his anxieties, to reassure him that the words he said didn’t always have as damaging an effect as he thought they did.

That didn’t change anything when the Searchrider and his dragon decided that, this time, Hadranael was definitely candidate material. All of the thoughts of the cruel things he’d said to his brother - even if they weren’t inherently cruel - came rushing back, and he had to take up the offer. At the very least, he could apologize to his brother. At the most, they could rekindle their relationship, become close again. So at age twenty he packed up a few things, kissed Pyra goodbye, and deliberated over what he would say to L’fer the entire way to the Weyr (although it wasn’t considerably long, with going Between).

When he first got there, he wasn’t surprised that he didn’t see L’fer immediately. It was a large Weyr, and it’s not like they announced the arrival of every new Candidate. He was surprised when weeks went by, and nobody in the Weyr recognized his brother’s name. Only one or two people even remotely remembered L’fer, and seemed to recall that he had stayed in the Weyr for an alarmingly short time after Impressing a green. One person suggested he left from the shame of it. Hadranael only knew that the timeline matched up eerily well with when his family stopped hearing from L’fer.

Not taking his brother’s example, Hadranael wrote to his family regularly, letting them know about everything he was going through. Candidacy was fine for him - he wasn’t overwhelmed by the study material or the chores, although he did miss Building quite a bit. There was too much time spent in a cave here, and he couldn’t wait for the day he was allowed to be in the sun daily again. He did not have to wait very long, for he soon impressed his gorgeous Sarieth, a bronze that immediately boosted up his social position in the Weyr. He was no wingleader yet, but he was a promising young rider, and without L’fer there he was able to flourish. Ha’el was honestly devastated that his brother wasn’t there to share this experience with him, and worried about where he might have gone every day.

He got his wish when some riders from Western came to visit for some political reason or another, about a Turn after Ha’el had impressed. One of them ran into Ha’el and remarked that he looked similar to a greenrider at Western. Upon further conversation, Ha’el discovered that L’fer had shown up at Western looking for a position as a wingrider not more than a few months ago. Ha’el hurriedly put in a request to transfer to Western. The actual transference took some time, since his reason for transferring was not an emergency, but after another half a Turn Ha’el was packing his things once again and leaving one life for another.

He was surprised, at first, by the attitude of the Weyr in general. The fact that he was not particularly lauded for being paired with a Bronze, for starters, and the strange assortment of differently colored dragons in the higher ranks. Eventually he grew used to it, although it never stopped feeling strange. The reunion with his brother was joyful, but awkward, and they had a lot of catching up to do. They didn’t end up becoming best friends like Ha’el had dreamed, but they did become close, creating a bond of trust between them like adults should. Ha’el never apologized for his cruelty as a child, mostly because he was worried that bringing it up would create some kind of bad blood. But as he’s grown close to L’fer, he wonders if he ever truly has to.

When Thread hit, Ha’el was worried about the rest of his family, knowing that they were far from where he and L’fer were in Western. He’s considered asking L’fer if the two of them could go back and check on them, but both of them are duty-bound, so he’s kept it to himself. He just has to wish that the riders in High Reaches are as diligent about their defense of their territory from Thread as they are in Western, instead of squabbling over petty politics..

Other: nah

DRAGON
Name: Sarieth
Age: 6 Turns
Color: Bronze
Size: 37’
Physical Description: Sarieth is small for a Bronze, and he prefers it that way. His hide might be described as plain, a dark brownish-bronze, and it’s as reflective as it can be. Sarieth is frequently crouching or keeping his neck low to the ground, as if to get on the same eye-level as humans and smaller dragons.

Personality: Sarieth is a shy dragon, and he’s rather self-conscious. He and Ha’el both have anxieties that feed off of each other, and for that reason they must convince each other to be strong, as a sort of supportive couple. Sarieth has a hard time reaching out and making new friends, and he much prefers the open, no-pressure atmosphere of Western, rather than the one that lifted him up at High Reaches. He’d rather keep to himself, and by that he means most anything - hunting on his own, sleeping curled up in a corner by himself, and any other extracurricular activities. The one exception to that is, of course, having Ha’el along for the experience.

Sarieth is glad that Ha’el found his brother again, although he was not quite understanding at first of this divine blood connection the two boys had. Now, he’s even less understanding, as the only thing connecting them seems to be the genuine connections that makes other humans bind together, anyway. On the other hand, Sarieth can understand it in the way he feels about Thread - the burning in his veins to fight the beastly stuff from the skies. He’s even tried to bond with other dragons about it, although the conversations never go very deep. Among his kin, Sarieth finds himself stumbling over his words and fumbling into long, awkward silences. He’ll eventually need to find someone to pull him out of his shell, even though he’s already six years old, and he feels that perhaps Western Weyr would be the place he’d find that someone.


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