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Name: Sam’kel (Samorakel)
Age: 22 Turns (Nameday 3551.12.27)
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (Leans heavily towards men)
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Harperhall (Gitar)
Physical Description: Overall, Sam’kel is a rather.. plain man. He stands just about five and a half feet tall, a gentle tan on his skin from living a more outdoor lifestyle as a dragonrider. But years spent living in Harperhall have prevented his skin from tanning more than a few subtle shades -- or burn so easily still. A crop of short hair sits on his head, kept very short on the sides while the top is near the width of his hand--spiked forward with natural cowlicks in varying shades of brown and blonde. There’s a patch on the right side of his head where the hair doesn’t grow right from one scar almost a good six inches from the top of his ear and coasting back to his nape. Sam’kel tries to keep his hair grown out enough to cover it, but in some lights or angles it is noticeable. The scar continues, skips and stutters across his eyebrow and up his forehead while similar-looking scars rain down his neck and barely into his chest. His right eyebrow is broken, the hair unable to grow back. Beneath are a set of rather sad, muddy hazel eyes. They’re too expressive, especially when his voice fails him. His fingers are calloused from turns worth of dedicated guitar-playing.

Personality: At his core, Sam’kel is kind. He’s a gentle soul who wants to do good onto others. Generous to a fault, he’d gladly give his last meal or the shirt off his back if someone needed it--and do so with the same soft, fringe sad smile again and again. He’s dependable, a creature of habit that wants to appease people around him. If you need something done? Just have to ask. Need help? He’s got your back. It unfortunately leads to Sam’kel getting taken advantage of quite a bit, especially so during candidacy and weyrlinghood. Yet Sam’kel is selfless to a fault, prefering to give and help in favor of helping himself.

Yet his selfless nature isn’t without fault. Sam’kel has quite a self-depreciative streak that runs through him. His looks aren’t terrible, but he considers himself quite forgettable. While he loves Kinitarth very much, he knows he’s of little use besides wing padding. He isn’t going to be saving Pern single-handedly or anything. His giving nature is a by-product of this harsh streak, believing he can help others even if it means never quite doing anything to serve himself.

A huge influence in Sam’kel is how utterly romantic he is. A hopeless romantic at heart, he believes the best in everyone around him (but not himself). His heart turns to romantic ideals, remembering great love stories to heart to placate himself and his own heartache. He gives good advice, tuned into a rather emotional side of himself. Yet stalls when it comes to his own feelings.. Or feelings that may be turned on him.

Positive Trait List Romantic, Dependable, Generous, Kind
Negative Trait List Pragmatic, Selfless, Self-Depreciative

History: Sam’kel, born Samorakel, grew up raised in Harper Hall as a dumped orphan. If there were any records of where Sam had come from, or who his parents or even family might be, he was never informed of anything. This gap of knowledge, with the combined knowing he was dumped with nothing to go on, would shape Samorakel into the fragile, selfless mess into adulthood. Knowing that his family cared so little about him that no shred was left to go off to find them? Hurt a growing child as he learned how to be a person.

Samorakel was shoehorned into remedial classes to see if he had any sort of penchant of talent for anything -- and to everyone’s surprise, he took to the gitar at an early age. While he had to grow into his hands to properly play it, Samorakel adjusted and learned to improve--playing from his lap until he grew bigger.

When he was in his early tweens, Samorakel had an accident. Hurrying on his way through the Hall with gitar in hand, Sam had slipped down a flight of stairs. While no bones had been broken in the nasty tumble down the stairs, his instrument had shattered. The sharp pieces, one in hand, carved up his face, down his neck and just barely on his chest. It wasn’t deep enough to be life threatening, yet deep enough to scar and leave him told avoid using his voice for a while. He was given another guitar, this one more worn and with a deeper sound. It helped still his twitchy fingers, to just play when he couldn’t do much else. Oftentimes Sam would just sit and play, losing himself to the melody and finding he somehow gained a crowd to just listen.

It was through these healing sessions that Sam would meet Farimell. Newly brought in and a bit younger than Sam, it was quite easy to get along with the rather quiet kid. Oftentimes he found himself playing just because they were near, and as the turns went on they ended up becoming the inspiration for a few melodies. He learned to adapt to Farimell’s tastes, finding some of his favorite moments of wasted time were just leaning against each other while his fingers idly plucked. While he found Farimell had a stutter, Samorakel learned that his music oftentimes helped soften its effect, occasionally quieting it. It made his heart leap that he could help his friend, and helped that tiny ember slowly grow from gentle warmth to affection.

It wouldn’t be until after Samorakel was searched that he would realize he was in love with Farimell. Distance had certainly helped the heart grow fonder, when Sam had realized that his life had revolved so heavily around his friend. The hatching had been imminent, and Sam had planned to leave after the hatching. Fate, however, had different plans when a sweet little blue had looked at him with complete adoration, and Samorakel had become Sam’kel.

Weyrlinghood had been hard, with his attention split. He was caught between his two loves, but had buckled in with responsibility. It didn’t quite stop Sam from writing Farimell letters, so desperate to keep a line of contact. Yet as Kinitarth grew and graduated, with the firm plan to ask his friend to join him in High Reaches, he got a letter about how Farimell had been searched… to Western Weyr. While he was happy for his friend, his stomach felt like a pit. Yet he went to see the hatching, delighted to witness as his friend was chosen and committed the name F’ell to memory. But it was a bittersweet happiness; another step had been cemented in fate making the wedge between them further. His flame still burns strong, even in the face of losing touch with F’ell and threadfall returning to rain down hell upon them all.

Other: Sam’kel loves to just sit and strum his guitar. The addition of F'ell was done with the overly wonderful Houllow's permission <3





Name: Kinitarth
Age: 3 Turns (3571.06.01 || Fianth x Ruvath)
Color: Blue
Size: 23’

Physical Description: Kinitarth is very fragile for a blue. He runs on the tail end of the average blue size, and could even be called dainty. He cuts a rather slim profile, down to delicate wings and legs, but his wings are a rather impressive size and sharp on the ends. It makes for easy gliding, but the shape often leads to him being able to cut sharper corners (especially when he isn’t quite paying attention to them). Kinitarth’s hide had been rather lucky, staying scarless up until this point. But with threadfall only beginning, it likely won't stay like that for long.

Personality: Kinitarth is a rather mild blue. He accepts his place in life, filling wing strength and spending his time in other mild pursuits. Sketching, especially in a sand table Sam’kel made for their weyr, often keeps Kini occupied on off hours. Sometimes it’s watching the clouds go by, and openly calling out the shapes he sees. An artistic soul that was brought to another, Kinitarth will sometimes just lay and listen, and let color bloom in his mind as the melody plays. Often he tries to not broadcast his color shows, yet sometimes they slip by to neighboring dragons.

He has no illusions of grandeur, knowing to keep his place in the pecking order. Yet he’s a rather amicable blue, who tries for decent conversation to make long days go by quicker. He has a deep love of all dragons, and admires all colors quite openly. Kinitarth is a quick fighter, and despite his small size is a good asset to his fighting wing. His fighting spirit is strong, determined to keep his home (and his besotted rider) safe. Having hatched as a rather independent artist, Sam’kel’s pining has had little to no effect on the blue. He’s rather happy to keep his rider safe from threadfall, and watch as the ‘love story’ plays out.

Approved!

They'll fly in Harbingers Wing!