Akira's Characters

[Akira]

Hi, I'm Akira, but feel free to call me whatever you want. If you want to rp with any of my characters you can pm me, or find and ask me in the cbox if you want, they are all open for just about anything

My Characters:

• 1. Weyrleader T'rian of Bronze Stallorth & Rainbow Huntyre Salty Blues
  
  
• 2. Wher Handler Loba of Green Lobask & Lunar Huntyre Lobo
  
  
• 3. Weyrling Akira of Blue Oridith & Blue Firelizard Blue
  
  
• 4. Weyrling N'ck of White Kicheth & Bronze Firelizard Rex
  
  
• 5. Weyrling Master Assistant K'lin of Blue Bearith & Blue Firelizard McTwisp
  
  
• 6. Sub-Queen Rider D'tri of Topaz Chahaturth & Gold Firelizard Iona
  
  
• 7. Wher Handler/Master Harper Shenzi of Ruby Shesk & Green Firelizard Lady Tremaine, & Brown Firelizard Absolum
  
  
• 8. Wher Handler Naomi of Blue Nask & Canines Ayame, Akela & Sarabi
  
  
• 9. Dragon Rider Talvi of Green Frenath & Green Dafina
  
  
• 10. Weyrbrat Talian
  
  
• 11. Weyrling T'ris of Opal Widelmath & Brown Firelizards Buster & Max
  
  
• 12. Weyrling R'as of Ebony Virath
  
  
• 13. Weyrling Pandora of Brown Guarximuth
  
  
• 14. Wher Handler Amon of Brown Amonsk
  
  
• 15. Albino Stands Dragon Candidate Blanca of Black Feline Shadow, Brown Firelizard Cin, & Green Firelizard Nel

Gender Divider
Males:

• 1. T'rian
  
• 2. N'ck
  
• 3. K'lin
  
• 4. D'tri
  
• 5. T'ris
  
• 6. R'as
  
• 7. Amon

Females:

• 1. Loba
  
• 2. Akira
  
• 3. Shenzi
  
• 4. Naomi
  
• 5.Talvi
  
• 6. Talian
  
• 7. Pandora
  
• 8. Blanca

Seasonal Birthdays

Spring:

• 1. Loba - 20
  
• 2. Shenzi - 31
  
• 3. T'ris - 20
  
• 4. Amon - 22

Summer:

• 1. T'rian - 21
  
• 2. R'as - 17
  
• 3. Pandora - 16

Fall:

• 1. Akira - 17
  
• 2. K'lin - 26
  
• 3. Naomi - 20
  
• 4.Talian - 3 Months

Winter:

• 1. N'ck - 16
  
• 2. Demetri - 17
  
• 3. Talvi - 20
  
• 4. Blanca - 12

Bonded Divider

Dragons:

• 1. Stallorth
  
• 2. Oridith
  
• 3. Kicheth
  
• 4. Bearith
  
• 5. Chahaturth
  
• 6. Frenath
  
• 7. Widelmath
  
• 8. Virath
  
• 9. Guarximuth

Whers:

• 1. Lobask
  
• 2. Shesk
  
• 3. Nask
  
• 4. Amonsk

Sexuality Divider

Heterosexual:

• 1. T'rian
  
• 2. K'lin
  
• 3. Shenzi
  
• 4. Amon
  
• 5. Blanca

Bisexual:

• 1. Loba
  
• 2. Akira
  
• 3. N'ck
  
• 4. D'tri
  
• 5. Naomi
  
• 6. Talvi
  
• 7. T'ris
  
• 8. R'as
  
• 9. Pandora

Undecided:

• 1. Talian

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
T'rian {Tor}

Pronunciation:
Tore- Ian

Age:
21 Turns

Season Born In:
Summer

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Weyr Mate:
Inali of Gold Loraketh

Family:
Zeke - Father - Harper - Deceased
Mair - Mother - Healer - Deceased
Bravonn - Uncle - Harper - Deceased
Coraline - Aunt - Harper - Deceased
Shenzi - Cousin - Master Harper - 29 Turns
Lilyanna - Second Cousin - Harper - 13 Turns
Inoria - Daughter - Weyrbrat - Baby
Talian - Daughter - Weyrbrat - Baby

Appearance:
T'rian has short brown hair, very dark brown eyes, and rich, light tan skin. T'rian is just a little over six foot tall and weighs 175 pounds. He doesn't look very muscular, but that is just a facade. He has hard muscles all over his body, and takes great pride in his strength. He usually wears either a black, or dark blue t-shirt, and his riding pants. He never takes off his dragon tooth necklace that he got when Stallorth hatched. T'rian doesn't like to dress up, but if it is for an important occasion, he wears a very nice dress suit, and will sometimes comb back his hair out of his face. His expression is usually pretty happy, but it might change depending on his mood.

His very dark brown eyes are always full of emotion though. So if you need to know what he's feeling, look at his eyes. He walks with pride in his steps, and always takes great care whenever he's outside of the Weyr, after all, you never know what you might be stepping in. He is always holding his head high, and his back is always straight when he is walking. Yet, even with all the pride you see in him, he still looks extremely relaxed, and calm. It almost looks like he's having fun whenever he does anything. He could be stuck in the infirmary, and still look cool, and relaxed, and even like he is having fun.

Personality:
T'rian is a very proud individual. He isn't afraid of really anything, at least, that's the way he makes it look. Just like everyone else there are things that scare him, he just does his best not to show it. He is actually really easy to get along with. Which is pretty surprising given his argumentative personality. He is a pretty careful person, especially when talking to those high ranking individuals. He is always relaxed, and tries to have a good time no matter what he's doing, which often gets him in trouble. Some might say that he is pretty lecherous, and no matter how hard he fights to deny it, he can't help but checking out all the pretty ladies he sees. He has often been told that that will be the end of him. Yet he just shrugs it off with a smile on his face, and a wink in his eyes.

T'rian is a very argumentative person, and doesn't really know when to give up. He is pretty bull-headed, and will do just about anything he wants. He doesn't really take orders well, but does kinda know when to bite his tongue. He is actually an extremely respectful person, and can't stand it when he sees someone treating a woman badly. He is protective, and slightly arrogant, but his arrogant side doesn't really come out unless he has something he thinks is worth bragging about. He will gladly give up his life to protect, not only his Weyr, but everyone, and everything, around it. He has a hard time giving up, even when everything looks hopeless. He is always trying to find a way to win. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he is always trying to find a way to add to his winning streak.

He is a very relaxed individual. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he almost always looks relaxed. There are times when he looses that calm, relaxed demeanor, and becomes a very vicious person. It normally takes a lot to get on T'rian's bad side, but there are a few things that can sett him off in an instant. Some say that he is actually bi-polar, and of course T'rian denies this will everything he's got. T'rian is a very loving, loyal, and trusting person really. He will love someone will all of his heart, yet he is still a human, and has a hard time dealing with the loss of someone he loved. He is extremely loyal, and will never turn his back on anyone that has earned his trust, and loyalty. One of T'rian's many faults is that he is a little too willing to trust people. He has always been this way, and so far he doesn't show any sign of changing.

History:
T'rian grew up with a pretty normal childhood. His dad was a harper, and he would often come home and tell T'rian stories about the way things were done back when the weyrs were still young, and that's what started T'rian's love of the large beasts. He knew most of his father's stories were made up, but that didn't make him love them any less than had they been the truth. His mother was one of the local healers, and had much work to do. So she liked to relax when she got home, and listen to the stories that his father would tell them. T'rian loved to go with his father when he went of to the near by holds to entertain them. He didn't go so much for the social interaction as the chances to see the dragons, and their riders. His father was always ready with a story that would cheer T'rian up when he needed it, and his father would even tell T'rian stories about harsh punishments when T'rian would get in trouble.

T'rian's mother was one of Trelis Weyr's healers, and would often take T'rian to work with her. He would often sit somewhere out of the way, and watch his mother, and the other healer's work, but there were the odd occasions his mother would have him help her with minor injuries. He loved it when his mother would let him help her heal the dragons. When they would go home, T'rian would often go outside and pretend to be a bronze dragon rider. He loved it when his mother would teach him some of the techniques she used. Yet he had conflicted emotions when the lessons would end. He would be upset that they were over yes, but he would also be happy that they were done so he could go off and try some of them himself. He always tried to pretend that he was a dragon rider taking care of his dragon, and would often use just about anything he could find as the dragon. T'rian's mother would sometimes bring her work home with her in the fact that some of the locals would bring their firelizards, and other pets, to her for very minor healing.

T'rian was at Trelis where, in the stands, the day Stallorth's clutch was supposed to hatch. His father had gotten them seats close to the front of the stands. At first T'rian didn't like where they were sitting cause you could still feel the heat of the sands where they were sitting, and it didn't help that it was summer, but when the candidates were brought out onto the sands, and the hatching began, T'rian completely forgot about how he felt, and occupied himself with trying to figure out what candidate got what color hatchling. He was amazed when the first egg hatched, it was a beautiful, large, bronze hatchling. It seemed like everything was going in slow motion as T'rian stood up, and leaned against the railing. He was sure that the taller male candidate was going to impress the little dragon, but when the dragon clawed and bit at the candidate, everyone fell silent with shock.

T'rian didn't know what was happening around him anymore. He stood there, rooted to the spot, as he watched the large hatchling try to get to the stands. He jumped over the railing, and ran to the little dragon, and was amazed at the sensation he felt when he touched him. He heard the dragon's voice inside his head, telling him his name, and telling him he was hungry. It was that moment that his heart skipped a beat, and everything around him started moving in fast forward. After everyone calmed down about what had happened, they moved T'rian in with the other weyrlings that had impressed a dragon hatchling. The years he spent training with his dragonet seemed to have passed at lightning fast speed. As T'rian and Stallorth grew older, Stallorth growing much faster than T'rian, their bond grew stronger.

It was during these years that T'rian's parents died from old age. T'rian was depressed, but he knew that his parents had lived rich, full lives, and knew that they were in a better place. He wasn't allowed to be depressed for very long. Stallorth kept him on his toes day and night. T'rian was glad for his dragons actions. It kept his mind from wandering to his parents, and as T'rian got older, his sadness at his parents passing lessened, and eventually disappeared. Stallorth was growing into a mighty bronze dragon, and T'rian started noticing that his dragon had most of the same interests as himself. T'rian noticed that, as Stallorth got older and bigger, he enjoyed going out to the training grounds. He would spend hours training with Stallorth. They spent most of their free time this way. As time went on, the bond between rider and dragon grew, and so did their flying abilities. T'rian and Stallorth grew quickly, and were soon full fledged Rider and Dragon.

T'rian and Stallorth were, not surprisingly, the strongest of all of the dragon's in their wing, and quickly fought for the position of Wingleader, and won. They had been training extremely hard when finally the gold queen Loraketh started showing signs of a mating flight. T'rian and Stallorth made sure to stay in the Weyr, and it finally paid off when she took to the skies. Stallorth did his best to keep up with the large gold queen, and T'rian couldn't believe it when the large bronze dragon caught Loraketh. It was the greatest day of both of their lives. T'rian had Inali, and Stallorth had Loraketh, and neither one of them planned on giving them up any time soon.

• Had twins with Weywoman Inali.
  
• Did his best not to kill the Southerners.
  
• Found out about new King color.

Location:
He grew up just outside of Trelis Wyer, and now lives in Trelis Weyr.

Rank:
Weyrleader

Wing/Pack:
Dark Thunder



Dragon

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Stallorth

Pronunciation:
Stall - Orth

Age:
5 Turns

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Bronze

Size:
39ft.

Color Codes:
CD950C

Appearance:
Stallorth is a pretty large, even for a bronze. His hide is actually solid in color, and he takes great pride in that fact. It gives him a distinct look, and makes it easier to distinguish him from other bronzes. He has very large muscles, a long tail, and two large wings that keep this giant brute air-borne. His long tail is whip-like, and he likes to use it as such. His large claws are always kept sharp, but they are not long enough to hinder his movements in anyway. His large bronze head is always held high, and with his height, it makes it easier to find him in a crowd. His large wings are usually kept at least a foot away from his muscular body. His wings are probably the most muscular part of him, after all, he needs those strong muscles to keep him in the air. It might not look like it, but Stallorth actually has a lot of stamina, and is almost always training, which means that his hide is usually pretty dirty.

Personality:
He is a very charming dragon, and despite his large size he is actually really gentle. He can be very much like his rider in the fact that he is possessive, protective, loyal, trustworthy, and very proud. He has the problem of being a little over protective, hence why a lot of people say he is possessive, which is completely true really. He doesn't like to share, he especially doesn't like to share his mate, and will drive just about any other dragon male away from her, but he has gotten better at holding back that urge. Just like T'rian, Stallorth would gladly give up his life for the safety, and well-being of his Weyr, and everyone in it. Just don't expect him to jump every time someone has a problem. He might be possessive, but he is even more loyal. He is a very trustworthy dragon, and once you gain that trust, he will be the most loyal dragon you ever meet. Well, that's what he would tell you.

Stallorth is probably more energetic than you would think. He really hates to just sit around, and do nothing all day. Instead he would rather be out training, or doing something fun. Everything that Stallorth does, he does with pride. Everything from the way he holds his head, to the way he moves his tail. Though, he does have a slight temper, and can be quite mean when he's upset...actually he can be just down right evil. Though, he doesn't really get upset very often. He takes great pride in his ability to stay calm where T'rian would actually get extremely upset. You could say that he is the voice of reason out of the two of them.

Mind-Voice:
I am Stallorth, this T'rianMine.
Stallorth's voice is strong, clear, and deep. His voice is like a crystal clear spring, it is beautiful, yet masculine deep all at the same time. It is strong, and commands attention, well, it doesn't really command much of anything from golds, but it does sound pretty good.



Pet

Name:
Salty Blues {Salty}

Pronunciation:
Salt - T - Blues

Age:
5 Turns

Type:
Huntyre

Rank:
Rainbow

Size:
3ft.

Color Codes:
8B0000
FF8C00
A020F0
0000FF

Appearance:
Salty Blues is a large Rainbow Huntyre with four hues that take turns coloring his plumes. Normally they wouldn't work well together, but somehow the bird pulls the mix off flawlessly. His crest is dark red and he has orange around his eyes. The feather found under his sharp beak are purple, while the majority of his neck, shoulders and back are blue. Taking turns on his wings are the colors blue, red and orange, and his tail is purple. Looking at the two longer plumes that trail behind Salty's tail, the eye-spots are blue like a good majority of his body, while he also has accents of purple and orange.

Personality:
Salty Blues is a very regal Huntyre, yet he knows how to have a good time. He knows how to take charge in situations that would normally make other's fold under the pressure. He is a very calm looking Huntyre, but there is a very dangerous creature hiding just underneath that calm surface. He is a pretty strange Huntyre, in the fact that he looooves to be out playing around with others.

He is pretty competitive, and has a hard time loosing. Salty is pretty kind, but does have a mean streak. He is really gentle with young Huntyres, but as the males get older, he gets meaner. Salty is a pretty flirty male, especially when he sees a female that he REALLY likes. He is extremely loyal to T'rian, but has problems sharing his affection with Stallorth. Even though the dragon impressed T'rian before Salty did, he still thinks of Tor as His alone.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Loba

Pronunciation:
Low - Ba

Age:
20 turns

Season Born In:
Spring

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual (Female Preference)

Family:
Hendon - Father - Deceased
Niim - Mother - Deceased
Naomi - Sister - Harper - 29

Appearance:
Loba has shiny black hair, beautiful green eyes, and a wonderful figure eight build. Her black hair reaches the middle of her back, and kinda just goes where it wants. Yet she does try to keep it out of her way and will often have it pulled back in a braid or pony-tail. Her green eyes are deep, emotional, and soulful. She might not look very strong, but she can hold her own in a fight. She was built for speed, and is pretty light on her feet. Almost all of her clothes are some shade of green, even her dress clothes are a bright shade of green with gold trim. Her usual outfit is dark green, with lime green trim. She is almost always wearing soft leather sandals that are actually pretty tough. She always has on the gold bracelets her mother gave her, and rarely ever takes them off for any reason.

Loba is almost always smiling, and is just really happy looking. She is 5'4" with long, slender legs, and a delicate looking body structure. Though she may look delicate, she is a pretty tough customer and has some pretty strong muscles just under her tanned flesh. Loba's energy shows in every single way that she moves, from the way she walks, to the way she messes with her hair when she's nervous. She has two scars on her left leg from where Lobask cut her.

Personality:
Loba is very curious, and loves to explore everything around her. She can be a little scatterbrained at times, but is usually quite intelligent. Her personality can mostly be described as "bubbly". Loba is a happy-go-lucky girl and always looks at the glass half-full. Loba is a very energetic teenager, and no matter what she does it seems as though she has boundless energy. She is also a very happy young girl, and no matter what happens, she will always have a smile on her face, even if she is extremely upset. She has a hard time letting other people know how she really feels, because she is afraid of what they might think of her. She might be a very happy looking person, but she is very shy. She gets really nervous whenever someone knew approaches her, and will start playing with her hair. She will un-braid, and then re-braid it again. Yet, once someone gets to know her she is extremely open, and will tell them just about anything.

Loba is a very loyal and trustworthy friend. She will never turn her back on a person she thinks of as a friend. If one of her friends were to tell her something they didn't want anyone else to know she would keep her lips zipped, and would take that secret to her grave. She is a very loving individual, but because she is so shy there aren't many people that get to see this loving side of hers. She is a little on the ditsy side, and will often forget what she is supposed to be doing, and will often get lost. Yet despite all of her other personality traits, the one that confounds people the most is the fact that she is a compulsive giggler. It doesn't really matter what she's doing, or what anyone says to her, there are just times when she can't stop herself from giggling. This often gets her in trouble because people think she is hiding a secret from them even if she isn't.

Loba loves to run, and will run for hours on end if she ever had the chance. Or at least, she would try to run for hours on end. She's a pretty fast person, but she doesn't really have a lot of stamina. She loves to take hot baths after her runs, doing this helps her relax, and actually helps her calm her energetic personality. The only times that she really seems to calm down is after she has had a run and a hot bath, or when she is daydreaming, which isn't as often as some people would like. The one thing that she is absolutely terrified of is thunderstorms. She's always hated them, and has yet to find a way not to be afraid of them. Loba tends to cry a lot when she is alone during a thunderstorm, and doesn't try to hide it either.

History:
Loba was practically raised by her older sister, Naomi. Her parents had died the year she had turned three, and her sister was eleven, they had died during a really bad thunderstorm. Loba doesn't really remember what caused them to die, and her sister never did tell her. What she does remember from that night is a fire, and people screaming. She sees that exact same scene whenever she has a nightmare, or during thunderstorms. Other than that, she doesn't really remember much before she was five years old.

When Loba was ten her sister had brought her to Trelis Weyr. The two of them had been living at a nearby farm for about seven years now, and her sister had wanted to take her to see the dragons at the Weyr. Loba had never seen dragons, up close anyways. It only took the two sisters a couple of hours to reach the Weyr, but that isn't what she remembers the most. Loba was amazed when she saw the large creatures flying around in the sky above the Weyr. She wasn't sure what they were doing exactly, or why they were doing it for that matter. Not that she really cared, she was just amazed by the amount of agility that these large creatures were showing with their aerial displays. Loba and Naomi had stayed there in the Weyr until dusk. That was when Loba had seen her first wher. It was a little blue, Loba's second favorite color. She had been amazed by the way the little male seemed to have bonded to it's handler. Loba hadn't wanted to leave, but it was getting dark, and her sister made her leave. Loba and her sister had tried to make a trip to the Weyr as often as they could. When Loba turned fifteen Naomi took her back to Trelis for her birthday.

Loba and Naomi stayed there all day long, and Loba was starting to wonder when they were going to leave. All of a sudden the two sister's heard a commotion over by the hatching sands. The two of them had looked at each other in complete confusion before making their way to the sands. Her sister had gotten them a front row view, and Loba had thought she couldn't be happier. Loba and Naomi watched, and cheered as the whers hatched, and impressed. Loba wished she knew what it felt like to impress a wher, and to everyone's surprise, it didn't take much longer for her to find out. Soon a little green hatched, and had wandered around before slowly making her way over to the people watching. Loba stood there, amazed as the little female came closer to where her and her sister were standing. Loba squealed in pain as the wher racked it's claws over her leg. The marks weren't real deep, but they were deep enough to make her bleed. She gasped when she heard the little green start talking to her.

She had turned to her sister who was smiling, and cheering her on. Neither of them could actually believe that Loba had impressed the little green. Loba had jumped up, and had wrapped her arms around Naomi, thanking her for the greatest birthday ever. Neither of them would have known that the whers were hatching had it not been for all that excitement that the weyrfolk were causing. So there she was, with a little green wher of her own. It seemed like the days they had spent in training had just flown by. Now, three years later, the two of them are still together, and are still the best of friends.

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Green Wher Handler

Pack:
Earthquake



Wher

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Lobask

Pronunciation:
Low - ba - sk

Age:
3 Turns

Rank:
Green

Size:
4ft.

Color Codes:
Body: 00FF00
Marking 1: 7FFF00
Marking 2: 28AE7B

Appearance:
Lobask has a bright green hide, with grass green markings around her eyes and muzzle. She has dark blueish-green markings that look like colored in circles all around her neck, and legs. Her little green wings are the same dark bluish-green as the circle markings on her neck and legs. She is on the short side, but that doesn't hamper her. Her long, slender body makes her look delicate, and very feminine. She was built for speed, and takes pride in that fact. Her long, whip-like tail is often slowly flicking around her body, and her dark bluish-green green wings are often held close to her body, which only makes her look more feminine and delicate.

Personality:
Lobask loves to flirt, much to the bane of her handler. She loves to get attention from the males, and is always trying to make herself look better. Much like her handler, Lobask has TONS of energy, and loves to go on runs with Loba, her favorite part of that is taking hot baths, and making her hide shine. She is pretty single-minded, and has a hard time changing her mind. She is extremely protective, and won't let anyone who she feels will harm Loba anywhere near her.

She is a lot like a dog in the fact that she has given her complete loyalty and trust to Loba, and will do just about anything she tells her. She trusts Loba, and would do anything to keep her happy. She knows Loba is shy, and does a lot to try to get her to be more social, but is always there for her whenever she is upset. Lobask hates it when Loba cries, and has a tendency to curl up with Loba snuggled close to her, and will often wrap her tail around her and lean against her. Which seems to have a calming effect on both of them.

Mind-Voice
Lobask's Loba Mine!
Lobask's voice is sweet, and is actually really gentle on a person's mind. Though, she doesn't really "talk" much, she mainly uses images unless she is extremely excited.



Pet

Name:
Lobo

Pronunciation:
Low - Bo

Age:
Newly Hatched

Type:
Huntyre

Rank:
Lunar

Size:
1ft.

Color Codes:
Body: A9C9A4
Secondary Color: 84BE6A

Appearance:
In looks, this boy is simple. Yet, he definitely proves that simplicity can be utterly beautiful. Having a light silver color on his body, it is struck through with silvery green as well. That's it, just those two colors, and yet they make a dazzling combination in many people's eyes. He'll be on the smaller side of his color though, and so his body is a bit more petite. However, he is very fast.

Personality:
This little boy is quite the benevolent huntyre. He'd do anything if it meant making His happy. However, he's not one for fighting. Because of this, he generally is not protective of anything. He does though try to make others feel better when they are upset. He can't stand it when anyone is upset, especially when they are crying. One of this boy's favorite things to do is to just curl up with His and sleep.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Akira

Pronunciation:
ah-kee-ra

Age:
17 Turns

Season Born In:
Fall

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual (Male Preference)

Family:
All Deceased

Appearance:
Akira has short, dark brown hair that she usually keeps held back with berets. Akira's berets are a dark blue in color, and Akira is almost never seen without them. She is 5'7" and weights 136 pounds. Akira has light tan skin, which is actually her natural color. She might not look it, but Akira has muscles, and can hold her own. Akira has strong, long legs that can propel her pretty far, pretty fast if she ever tried. She has light brown eyes that seem to have a twinkle to them. Like they're trying to open up, and show what she's really like inside.

She is usually found wearing a black, long sleeve shirt, but she will occasionally wear a black sleeveless shirt. No matter what the occasion, she always wears pants. To most they wouldn't be the most comfortable to wear all the time, but Akira likes them, even in the summer she likes to wear pants. From what she can remember, she has never, and will never, wear a dress for any reason unless she is forced to. Akira walks with a kind of hidden confidence in her stride. Like she knows she's strong, but is afraid to show it. Her arms are normally kept close to her sides as she walks, or she will have them folded in front of her chest.

Personality:
Akira is pretty strange. She doesn't like to talk much, and has a tendency to ignore people she doesn't respect. Yet once you get to know her, the hard, outer shell falls away, and she will be one of the best friends you've ever had. She is really persistent, and has a hard time not fighting for what she believes. She can be affectionate, but tries not to show it publicly. She tries not to take too many risks, but if she believes they are necessary ones, she will do whatever it is she can. Akira is a very stubborn person, and doesn't like other's trying to change who she is. She is intelligent, but doesn't like to brag about what she knows. She has a hard time opening up to people, but she could often be found alone somewhere talking to any non-human creature.

Akira has never found it easy to make friends, because she's never really known what to say. When it comes to other humans, she doesn't really talk, but get her alone with a dragon or a firelizard for instance, and she'll tell a story an hour long. She's always been that way, at least, for as long as she can remember. Though, once a person does get to know her, she'll be very loyal, and be a great companion. She's a great listener, and loves to hear elders tell stories of years past. Though, that's something she wouldn't admit even to a firelizard. Even though she has problems socializing, Akira is really a sweet, and loving individual. She just needs someone she can trust to bring the fun-loving, energetic side of her out to the open.

Akira has one secret that she would die trying to keep, and would deny vehemently if anyone found out. Akira loves to sing, but refuses to let anyone but firelizards, dragons, huntyres, and whers hear her. Singing makes her feel happy whenever she is sad, and it helps her feel a little less like an outcast. Ever since she was a child Akira has loved to sing, and has spent many hours alone, hidden somewhere just singing to herself about anything and everything. She will sometimes sing herself to sleep on nights that she has trouble falling asleep.

History:
Akira's parents were Harper's, and they lived in Apolla. She remembered that her parents would often leave to entertain the riders at Trelis Weyr. Her mother had quit when Akira was born so that she could stay home, and take care of her. Yet, even way back then, she hated social events, which meant she stayed home most of the time, but the times she did go, she went to see the dragons. She had often dreamed of impressing a hatchling dragon. She remembered hearing her parents talk about the stories they knew. She loved the ones they would tell her about the dragon riders of turns past. She remembered lying in bed, dreaming about being a dragon rider, and fighting thread whenever it fell.

As Akira grew older, her love of dragons grew stronger. She would sit outside, and watched as the queen dragon would fly, and the other's would follow her lead, and they would play around in the sky. She always thought it was a beautiful site to witness, but when the dragons flew too high for her to see she would start imagining what it would be like to be a dragon flying so high up in the sky. She remembered how her parents would always wish she would become a Harper, but they knew that no matter what they did, she would find a way to become a rider because she couldn't stand singing in front of others because of her stage fright. So they started taking her to the Weyr to see how they did things. Those were some of the best years of her life. One day her parents had brought home a few firelizard eggs that they had bought from someone in Trelis. Apparently the eggs had been close to hatching because the day after her parents had brought them home, they hatched. The first one that hatched was a little blue flit, and since Akira and her mother had already been in the kitchen making supper Akira got to feed the little flit, and impress it. Her mother had impressed the little green that hatched next, and her dad got the little brown.

Things started going wrong after Akira turned fifteen. Her father, and mother for the first time in a long time, was on their way to another party when things went horribly wrong. Her parents had arrived at the party when a runnerbeast had gotten spooked, and broke free from it's owner. Akira's parents were actually right in the way of the scared beast, and was run over, and killed. Akira didn't find out about it till a messenger came to her home, and told her what had happened a week earlier, no one she asked could tell her what had happened to her father's firelizard. The person that had came to tell her what had happened was a blue dragon rider, who brought her back to Trelis Weyr.

Akira didn't have to wait too long for her first hatching experiance. She watched as one after the other all the eggs hatched, and found Their's. Which left her as a candidate once again. She wasn't too happy about that, but did as she was told, even though she talked less, and practically ignored the knew candiate master during their lessons. After what seemed like forever another gold dragon rose, which meant there was another clutch on the way. That gave her something to look forward too, which made her work even harder, trying to give herself more of a chance to impress at the next hatching. More time passed and it was finally time for another hatching.

Akira hadn't slept much the night before, so she was just lying on her bed, waiting for something to happen. Then, like a sign from Faranth, the candidates were told that the eggs were hatchings. She couldn't resist smiling as she jumped out of bed, and pulled out her robes and sandals. Blue crooned sleepily, but when he saw His pulling out her white robes and her sandals, he growled, and went back to sleep. You really are lazy Blue. She giggled as she spoke to her firelizard.

Akira quickly pulled on her robes, and ran, all out, for the hatching sands. She was literally gasping for breath by the time she got there. Hi...Maelath...Sorry...out...of breath. She bowed to the golden queen, and hoped that her apology would suffice for now, at least until she caught her breath. She slowly walked over to her place where the female candidates normally stood. She was standing in just about the same place she had stood during Loraketh's hatching.

Akira smiled hopefully when she saw that one of the smaller eggs had already cracked, and had a small forked tail sticking out of it. Please Faranth, don't leave me standing again. She closed her eyes, and turned her face upward as she sent the silent prayer to the skies. She didn't want to be left as a candidate again, she wanted to find her life partner in this clutch. She looked back at the eggs, silently praying that one of them would hold a dragon for her.

Kitsuneko posted:
Maeleth was still somewhat restless, but as the candidates bowed and paid their respects to her and her clutch, she began to settle down a bit, even raising her head to expose the gold egg between her front claws. Iskra gave the candidates a smile when they came onto the sands. They did seem to have a fine selection of candidates this time around. Hopefully the hatchlings would feel the same way.

As she watched, the first of the eggs began to hatch. The Fallen Leaves Egg already had a rather sizable hole at the bottom, where the dragonet's tail poked out of the shell, and the egg seemed to be hatching in reverse. The hole grew bigger as the dragonet inside kicked at the shell, until the powerful hindquarters and legs of a green dragon were obvious.

Even as she tried to break free, another egg was cracking open faster. Soon, a bright blue head was poking out of the Piercing Thorns Egg, soon followed by the rest of the dragon. He climbed out of his shell and flexed his wings, throwing sand everywhere around him, though he was too far away from the candidates still for them to be affected. He was middling in size, for a blue, but his hide was striking, marked with pale blue speckling all over his body, with a deep navy blue on his neck and belly as well as his muzzle and tail.

The blue ignored the candidates at first, seeming more interested in his pretty sister trying to back out of the remains of her own egg. At last she succeeded in freeing the rest of her body, revealing a deep green hatchling, who might have been mistaken for black in the right light, if it weren't for the light green marks on her belly. The green's slender limbs belied the strength evident in her powerful shoulders and hindquarters. The blue chirped at his sister in a friendly manner once she had freed herself, and she returned it with a curious croon of her own.

Once the two siblings had finished their hellos, they both turned their attention towards the candidates. The green began to walk towards the females, and rather than inspect the male candidates, the blue seemed more interested in following his sister. The green looked at each of the girls, and then the blue. They passed Iirla, Jillalene, and Yufa without comment, until they came to Akira. The green soon moved on to the rest of the candidates, but the blue stopped, stared at the girl for a moment, and then crooned happily.

Hello, there! I thought my sister would find Hers before I found Mine, but I guess not. I'm terribly hungry, though, AkiraMine. Will it be very long before you get your Oridith something to eat? The dragon asked, clearly torn between making sure his green sister found her rider safely and going to get food now that he had found his.

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Dragon Candidate

((This is not my artwork))

Pet

Name:
Blue

Pronunciation:
Blue

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Blue

Size:
20 Inches Long

Color Codes:
Body: 0000FF
Underside: 00008B
Markings: 00FFFF

Appearance:
Blue's hide is a pretty typical blue in color that slowly fades to a dark blue the closer to his underside you get. He has very bright blue rings around his eyes, and the base of his wings. His tail has little polka-dots of the same bright blue that ring Blue's eyes. All four of Blue's paws are the same dark blue as his underside. All and all Blue looks like a pretty typical blue firelizard. He has a whip-like tail that is usually wrapped around Akira's neck. His little blue wings are always kept close to his body, but can be opened at a moments notice.

Personality:
Blue loves to have a good time, but that often gets him in trouble. He usually has a pretty good attitude, but he can be extremely evil when he's upset, or feels like he has been wronged. It isn't hard to make this little flit happy, and it's just as easy to upset him as well. He loves to just hold on to Akira's neck, and sleep on her shoulder as she does her chores, or whatever it is that she is doing at that moment. I wouldn't describe him as completely lazy, but he has a hard time waking up in the morning.

Blue has a mischievous streak. There are times when he will fly off, leaving Akira on her own, and return hours later with something that he has stolen from someone, and it is usually something shiny. That's why Akira tries to keep the little blue flit on a leash, but after a couple of tries he usually figures out how to wiggle himself free, and is off on another one of his raids, which causes no end of trouble for Akira. Blue is just trying to show Akira how much he loves her with these stolen gifts, and no matter how much he is scolded for being a thief, he still continues to do it.

((This is not my artwork))

Dragon

Name:
Oridith

Pronunciation:
Or - Eye - Dith

Age:
9 Months

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Blue

Size:
25ft. (currently 24ft.)

Color Codes:
Body: 0746D5
Underside: 00001E
Spots: 78B1FF

Appearance
Average build, long legs. Middling blue hide with icy blue speckles over his whole body. Neck and belly are deep blue and muzzle and tail end in deep blue as well.

Personality
Likes meeting new people, focused, diligent, dedicated, obedient, flirty, a gentleman, doesn't like arguments.

Mind-Voice:
Hello there! I'm Oridith, this is AkiraMine!
Oridith's voice is surprisingly deep for a dragon of his size, and is usually sweet and gentle, but when he upset it takes on a very dark quality, and becomes very harsh. That isn't very often though, and some people would actually be very happy about that. He almost never raises his voice, even if he is upset. The only time he will ever raise his deep voice, is when he is EXTREMELY upset, and that isn't very often.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
N'ck

Pronunciation:
N - ick

Age:
17 Turns

Season Born In:
Winter

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual {Male Preference}

Appearance:
Nick has shoulder length black hair that usually doesn't get styled. He has blue eyes, just like his father did. He has a light tan covering his muscled body. Nick is 5'7" and is very proud of his long, powerful legs. He usually wears brown shirts, and brown pants, his favorite color. He usually wears a think, leather strap around his neck to hide a scar he's had since he was a child. He normally wears a sturdy wrist brace, and leather gloves, especially when he's doing chores.

Nick is usually a very expressive person, but has no problem hiding what he is feeling. He normally walks with a kind of lazy stride, not that he really is lazy. He almost never stands up straight, and will normally have a sort of lazy smile on his face that has a tendency to make people mad at him. The one thing that helps people to know he isn't very lazy is the fact that all of his clothes are straight and neat.

Personality:
Nick is usually a pretty happy guy. He enjoys almost everything he does, and doesn't mind hard work, he actually really likes it. He doesn't mind helping others, and will always stand up for, and try to protect those that are either weaker than himself, or are his friends. He is normally pretty easy to get along with, but doesn't really like talking about his past. Nick's a really caring guy, and is always willing to listen. He doesn't really get jealous, and does his best to avoid those situations. Nick has never, and will never, back down from a challenge. He has issues when it comes to the strap around his neck. He doesn't like to talk about it, but there is a long scar on the left side of his neck that he got when he was a kid.

Nick is a very trusting, and loyal person, especially to his friends. He always holds his friends in high regards. It takes a LOT to upset him, and when he is upset, he has a hard time showing it. Nick is a very patient person and will always do what he can to help others. He can be a bit selfish, and possessive. He likes to keep his stuff very neat, and organized. He will actually start cleaning and organizing his friends stuff if he ever sees the chance. So it is highly advised to never leave him alone in an unorganized room.

Nick loves to be outside, and that's normally where a person could find him. Nick's strong, and calm personality is at it's strongest. He likes to lay in the grass and just watch the clouds float by. Even though he loves to be outside, he absolutely HATES the rain. He will fight tooth and nail to keep himself from going out in the rain, but he will eventually give in if a person fights with him long enough. Even though he is a very stubborn person, he knows when to quite, especially when a person of high rank is telling him to do something.

History:
Nick had a pretty normal childhood, except that his father had died before he was born. Nick never knew how his father died, and his mother had never offered to tell him either. Every time he would ask his mother what his father was like, she would just start screaming at him to just forget him, and try to pay more attention to his chores. His mother was, and still is, a drudge at Trelis Weyr. He has lived his whole life there, and ever since he was a child he's always wanted to impress either a wher or even a dragon, just like his father.

Though his mother always said that he should forget about ever becoming a Rider or a handler, and instead try to become a Holder. His mother would always fight about this with him, and it would always end with Nick walking away from his mother, and going to his room. He would stay in his room until his mother would call him out, and say she was sorry. Nick would always forgive her, and they would always go back to the happy family that they always have been.

It was during one of these fights that Nick had gotten really upset, and had stormed out of their home into a really bad thunderstorm. He was sitting next to a tree when a lightning strike had splinters of shrapnel flying everywhere. It was one of these splinters that cut Nick's neck. After being looked after by the healers, he was allowed to go home. After that day, he's always wore something over it to hide it, afraid it would make him look bad.

Nick never had a hard life, and would always do what he could to help his mother with her work. He usually stayed out of Weyr business, but when he heard that there was going to be a dragon clutch, he did everything he could to become a candidate for the hatching. Since that day Nick has been working as hard as he could so that he might have a better chance at impressing a dragon hatchling, even if it was just a blue or green. It didn't seem like he had to wait too long before he got his chance to see if he would become a dragon rider or not.

I posted:
Nick smiled broadly when he heard the news about the Hatchlings. He quickly pulled his robes and sandals on and was heading out the door when he heard Rex chirp. I'm sorry buddy, but you gotta stay here for now. I'd hate to see what one of them might do to you. Nick smiled when his bronze firelizard chirped, and turned to watch out the window. He was going to make sure His stayed safe, even if he had to watch from the window sill. Nick rolled his eyes and shook his head at the firelizard before bolting out the door to the hatching sands. He smiled at the amount of candidates already there, and wondered who would get the feisty little green.

Soon enough though a brown hatched, and Nick's eyes widened with wonder. Would he be mine? Nick watched as the hatchling found Rihard, and impressed to the other boy. Congrats Rihard! He smiled, and clapped at the other boy as he spoke. He might not have impressed yet, but there was still a chance that he could. Which meant that he wasn't moving from his spot on the hot sands for anything until all the eggs had hatched, and either he impressed or was left standing. He didn't care what really happened to him as long as it seemed as though the boy might have a chance at finding a lifemate.
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Nick on the other hand was too busy watching the red dragon with a strange mix of fear and hatred of the dark red male. He hoped and prayed that that would not be his. He turned his attention away from the dark hatchling and watched as a female candidate slowly walked off with the energetic looking green hatchling. He smiled, and congratulated her, though he felt as though she was too shocked to even notice anything but her new dragonet. He then turned his attention back in time to see the dark red male being told off by a darker looking hatchling.

Nick watched the dark red dragonet with a strange kind of horror in his eyes as it approached the male candidates. He was starting to feel like running away when it picked the candidate that had gotten into a fight with the female candidate. He sighed a very loud sigh of relieve, and turned his head back to the sands. He felt as though he should run out and see if he could help the little blue dragonet, but he had learned that that wasn't a very wise thing to do. So instead he watched as the darker looking hatchling found hers, and impressed the female candidate that had gotten into a fight with the newly impressed male candidate.

This should be interesting. Nick felt like rubbing his hands together, and start taking bets on how long it would take the two of them to get into another fight. He decided better, and turned his attention back to the sands, and started wondering about the blue that had been injured. He hoped the little guy would be ok, and that he would find His, and not between. The though of a dragonet betweening gave Nick the shivers, so he made himself stop thinking about it, and start thinking about the remaining eggs, and his possibilities of impressing one of their inhabitants.

Lark posted:
Not one, but two candidates were late! Loraketh turned her attention from her eggs to the newcomers, growling deep in her throat. Inali thankfully was able to calm her dragon. Sweetheart, maybe you should announce to everyone what the two new colors are? The gold hesitated for a second, looking at the two boys with swirling red, blue eyes. After a moment though she moved her head away and faced the entirety of the hatching. The female named Talath is called an Obsidian. She is not a fighter like a green, and she is not a Queen. She is a new rank called Sub-Queen. The other, and here Loraketh hissed slightly, is named Emiath is called a Garnet. He's..like a Brown.

Done with that, Loraketh directed every one's attention to the sands where the injured blue was whimpering. He didn't want to be hurt anymore! Flicking one bleeding wing, he inspected the appendage. It would be fixed in time, but it would take a bit. Looking around, the White Dancer egg began to shake as well. Hissing, the blue went over to it. He didn't want to be hurt again! Though, this egg was much, much smaller than the one that had held that Garnet.

Cocking his head to the side, the blue sat down and watched as the White Dancer egg started to form long cracks. Soon, it was completely fractured on one side. With a final great push a white sing spur pushed through. Then a head followed, tiny and pale. Crooning, the white dragonet slipped out of his shell and looked up at his larger clutchmate...and growled. Amused by this, the blue growled back playfully.

It seemed quite like two canines playing together, one small and the other much larger. Wagging his tail, the white rose up on his haunches and pounced at the larger blue. In return the other male snorted and "fell" down. They went at this for a while, "attacking" one another and playing tag until they got closer to the Luminous Light Egg. Neither the blue or the white was paying attention as they tumbled into the bronze and gold egg. Shaking his little head, the white crooned unhappily. That had hurt!

Sent into a frenzy of cracks, the occupant of the large egg pushed against its confining shell. It wanted out! It wanted others to see it! Finally pushing a wing spur through, the hatchling inside tumbled out after. It was a strange thing somewhere between an orange and a bronze color. It's hide was slightly metallic though like with Talath's. Looking around, the hatchling crooned happily. All eyes were on her as they were supposed to be!

Pleased with the attention, the female, because she was most definitely female, looked down at the blue and white dragonets. They were not important, only slightly so because they gave her attention. Knocking the tiny white on his side, the female started to prance and strut around the sands. Look at her! All eyes should be on her! That's what she wanted. Opening and closing her wings, the new female crooned in delight.

The white however wasn't pleased by the way the female had brushed him off. Shaking his wings out so that the sand would stop sticking to them, the little male looked around at the candidates. The blue after all had already started going around to them and was now sniffing through the girls. Snorting, the white strode over to His, puffed up to make himself look as big as possible. Eyeing a equally small green that had already impressed, the white warbled happily. At least he was a bit bigger than her!

Snorting, the white turned his head back to His. There you are N'ckMine! Your Kicheth has been looking for you everywhere. That orange thing was so horrible! No matter Mine, I'll survive. She can't get me down. I'm not tiny and useless like she said I was. No. I. Am. Not! I'm a big dragon, I don't care if I'm only white! Food NOW! That way I can eat, and grow, and get bigger than that orange thing.

Family:
Mother: Drudge (doesn't talk to much)
N'ath Brown Morsoth Rider - Father - Deceased

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
White Rider

Wing:
Lighting Strike

((This is not my artwork))

Pet

Name:
Rex

Pronunciation:
R - ex

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Bronze

Size:
33in.

Color Codes:
Body: CD8500
Markings: 8B6508

Appearance:
Rex is a pretty average firelizard in size, but for some reason this bronze flit has an extra long tail. Rex is a copper bronze, with dark bronze markings. He has dark bronze stripes all around his tail, and wings. Other than those few markings Rex is a solid copper in color. His large wings help him stay in the air for quite a while. Rex has very strong muscles, especially in his wings. These strong muscles help give him the stamina he is so proud of. That long tail of his is normally wrapped around Nick's shoulders and neck as he sits proudly on the teens shoulder.

Personality:
Rex is a very proud bronze, and likes attention. The only creature he would willingly share attention with is a gold flit, which he himself would lavish with his attention. He commands respect from all those who he believes are below him. He is a very loyal firelizard, and would do anything for Nick. He likes to think of himself as the boss, and has issues taking orders from anyone and anything but Nick. He is very possessive, especially when it comes to his mate, Nick's attention, and his food.

Rex can actually be a very calm firelizard, but has a tendency to be extremely evil when he's upset, and isn't afraid to take his anger out on anything that moves or doesn't move for that matter. With all of this flit's personal issues he can be very level-headed when he is needed to be. He is also quite the charmer when he wants to be...which is actually very rarely.



Dragon

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Kicheth

Pronunciation:
Kich - eth

Age:
1 Turn

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
White

Size:
18ft.

Color Codes:
Body: ffffff and D1EEEE
Underside/Wings: C0D9D9

Appearance:
Kicheth is a very bright white, with a very light bluish gray mixed in with his base color. He has a light gray underside, and wings. He is on the larger side for his rank, but he doesn't really care about that either. His large wings are kept a little open, and above his body in a very confident manner. Kicheth's large white claws are normally kept clean, and sharp. That way they will be ready for anything.

Personality:
Insubordinate, Independent, Confident, Napoleon-Complex

Mind-Voice:
I Kicheth, this N'ckMine.
Kicheth's voice is very confident, and is actually very gentle on one's mind, even though it is so bright.

Growth Chart:

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[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
K'lin {Lin}

Pronunciation:
K - lyn

Age:
26 Turns

Season Born In:
Fall

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Weyrmate:
Daedra of Green Mrith

Appearance:
K'lin has spiky brown hair that he has given up on trying to tame, and his eyes are a smokey blue in color. He almost always wears his riding jacket over just about everything he wears. He is very strong, but he tries to hide his muscles by wearing clothes that are just a tad bit too big for him. He is 5'11" inches tall, and weights about 160 pounds. He usually doesn't smile much, but when he does smile, his entire face lights up with happiness. He normally wears his riding pants to all occasions, but if it is something important, he will wear his best clothes, though, they have maybe been worn three times since he got them.

K'lin's long legs are what make up most of his height, but he is actually very equally proportioned. His hands are slightly calloused from all of the years of hard work, and dragon riding. K'lin's eyes are actually the best way to tell what kind of mood he's in. Even if he looks like he's ready to kill something, his eyes will always show what he is really feeling. He will normally be found with a scowl on his face, and a far off look in his eyes, but he is actually a happy person. He does, however, have scars his stomach from when he impressed Bearith.

Personality:
K'lin loves to be out making other's laugh, and he has an excellent sense of humor, and rarely ever takes a joke the wrong way. He is pretty mischievous, but does try to keep himself out of major trouble. Though, that doesn't stop him from playing pranks on people that could very well do him sever harm. He is a very energetic man and does his best to work off that energy with his blue dragon Bearith.

K'lin is a very happy man and, much like his dragon, can be a shameless flirt. He is very good with kids, and weyrlings alike, and loves to be out playing around with them. He is a very respectable person, and will do just about anything he is told by those who out rank him, or are his friends for that matter. K'lin's dragon, and his friends are the mans life, and he would gladly give his own life in exchange for that of his friends.

Family:
Doesn't Remember

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Blue Rider

Wing:
Sky Shakers

History:
K'lin was born in Trelis Weyr, or at least, that's the only place he could remember ever being. The truth about his memory loss is that his parents were abusive, and the last time his father had hit him, he had hit him so hard on the right side of his head, that it knocked him unconscious for weeks. When he woke up he was in the infirmary and couldn't remember who he was, or where he came from. He doesn't remember much about his past, but everything he does remember, starts at the age of ten. No one knows why he can't remember his past before that age, but he likes what he does remember. K'lin was always doing what he could around the Weyr, even some of the candidates chores if they wanted him too, but the place he remembers doing whatever he could to work near the hatching sands whenever there was a clutch, but he was normally only allowed to work near the sands when there wasn't a clutch. He would do his best to keep the sands clean, and free of debris. He would normally just be allowed to keep the area around the sands clean and clear. In other words he would have to pick up garbage that people left on the ground around the stands. He didn't really like the fact that he had to pick up garbage, but it kept him near the sands so he didn't complain. He was never actually allowed on the sands until either there were absolutely no eggs, or until after a hatching. He would clean up the broken egg shells, and anything else that might harm the next clutch of eggs.

K'lin was standing by the stands, waiting for a hatching to end one year when he was thirteen years old, when his life changed dramatically. He was in his usual place, and everything seemed to be going just like it always did. Every egg that hatched impressed with one of the candidates standing on the sands, but this time, something was different. K'lin couldn't, and still can't, tell what that difference was, but he's glad for it now. One of the hatchlings was in such a state of confusion that it was just standing there, not moving towards any of the candidates. When the first candidate tried to get close, it seemed to snap back into reality, and almost mauled the poor kid to an unrecognizable state. The hatchling swiveled it's head around, and looked at everyone it could, by then everything had gone silent, and no one was moving. When the dragon's swirling eyes landed on K'lin, it seemed like the world stopped. K'lin could only see the hatchling, and it seemed like it could only see him. It felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest when the hatchling started towards him, and he started towards it. K'lin wasn't aware of all of the disapproving eyes, and all of the hands that tried to stop him. He was only aware of the hatcling's mind-voice inside his head. He was finally jerked into reality when he felt Bearith's claws scratch at his stomach, he was trying to get him to move and get him something to eat instead of just standing there staring at him. After everyone calmed down a little, and K'lin was looked at by a healer, he found out that the marks on his stomach were nothing to worry about, and neither were the ones on the right side of his head.

It took a long time before people accepted the fact that a boy with very little memory, and no real experience with dragons, had impressed a blue dragon. He didn't care what the other's said about him and Bearith, he was the first real friend K'lin ever had, and he wasn't going to give him up. Both him and Bearith were excited when they heard that they were going to start weyrling training with the rest of the people who had impressed a dragon. Once they started training, it seemed like time just flew by. One day they were just starting their training, the next they were graduating, and joining a wing of their own.



Dragon

((This is not my artwork))

This Is Bearith's face marking. It was drawn by Zara. Thanks Sooo much!!!!

Name:
Bearith

Pronunciation:
Bear - i - th

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Blue

Size:
27ft.

Color Codes:
Body: 4169E1
Wings: 6495ED
Marking: 1E90FF

Appearance:
Bearith is a very average looking Blue, except for his single marking. He has a marking right between his eyes that looks like broken heart. This marking is a bright blue in color. His wings are a pale blue in color that contrasts nicely with his royal blue hide. He keeps his wings tucked tightly to his body, but they are always ready to snap open at a moment's notice. Bearith's tail is normally, lazily flicking around behind him, and he wraps it around himself whenever he sits.

Personality:
Bearith is a very gentle, sweet, and loving dragon. Though, he does has a mischievous side, and can be extremely excitable. He can be quite humorous, and has a tendency to play pranks on larger dragons, especially the ones that are almost always grumpy. Yet he is actually a very respectable, and respectful, dragon. He knows when to keep his thoughts to himself, but does has a tendency to be easily distracted.

Bearith seems to have an endless supply of energy, and can be a very big flirt, especially if he sees a female he really likes. He can be very compulsive at times, but he has gotten better at controlling his impulses from when he was just a weyrling, but no one can expect miracles from such a young dragon. Bearith has a tendency to be overly protective of His, and will do just about anything and everything for the man.

Mind-Voice:
I'm Bearith, this is Mine.
Bearith's voice is very sweet, but not a sickeningly sweet. It is the kind of sweet that reminds people of freshly baked blue berry pies. It is very gentle, and it seems to caress one's mind whenever it enters a person's mind.



Firelizard

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
McTwisp

Pronunciation:
Mic - Twisp

Age:
2 Turn

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Blue

Size:
18in.

Color Codes:

Personality:
Hasty

Appearance:
McTwisp is a pale blue, milky in hue and lithe in form. A small thing really, the size of a larger green.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
D'tri

Pronunciation:
Dem - E - Tree

Age:
17 Turns

Season Born In:
Winter

Gender
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual (Equal Preference)

Appearance:
At 6’2 Demetri is a rather tall man, standing above many peers, but he is by no means the tallest around. His silky, jet-black hair is always kept short and neat and makes his dark blue eyes stand out. Because of the time he spends in the sun, Demetri has a deep, rich tan that he believes accents his muscles, not that the accent is needed at all. This guy is buff, every muscle finely defined and almost bulging out of his skin.

He is a rather simple man, preferring his work clothes and boots to lighter, fancier clothes, but to him it all adds to the strongman appearance. Despite his tall, muscular shape, Demetri is shockingly graceful on his feet and is rarely seen with anything other than complete calm and grace in his movements.

Personality
Demetri is a very gentle, and caring person, though he does have a bit of a wild side, and likes to have fun in just about any way he can. He is VERY flirtatious, though, he knows when to quit. He's pretty good at following orders, but there are times when he just doesn't want to do anything at all. It isn't that he is bi-polar or anything, he just has his lazy moments. He is an extremely hard worker, and very diligent.

Demetri has a slight temper, though he is very good at keeping it in check. There are times when he just explodes, though, every time this happens he becomes extremely contrite, and will do just about anything to be forgiven, even if that means he has to beg for forgiveness. He is a very trustworthy guy, and will take secrets to his grave. He is a lot like a dog when it comes to his loyalty. Though, he doesn't really give that away freely, he makes people earn his loyalty.

Demetri knows how to take charge when it is needed of him, and he will do so with great dignity. Even though he is normally very care-free guy, he can be very commanding. He normally only acts like this in times of either great stress, or danger, and that is only when there are other's that need him to be that pillar of strength that they can hold on to. He is also a very good listener, and his friends often come to him to tell him about their problems, and ask for advice.

Family:
Deceased

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Dragon Candidate

History:
Demetri was actually born at Trelis Weyr. His mother was a drudge, and he never knew who his father was. His mother would never talk about him, and would get really mad if Demetri ever asked any questions. Being raised in the weyr Demetri was used to being around the dragons and their riders.

He would often times run errands for the riders within the Weyr, or he saw them when he worked in the kitchen. His mother made sure that no matter what Demetri did, he always did his best, and always used his manners, especially when he was working around the riders, and other important people. Though, since he was just a kid during this time, he wasn't really allowed to do much. So he usually just stayed around his mother, and helped her with whatever task she was doing. As Demetri got older, he was allowed to do more around the Weyr, but his mother kept a short leash on who Demetri became friends with.

As a result of the way Demetri's mother treated him, he left her and applied for candidacy as soon as he turned sixteen. He was accepted into candidacy, just for the simple fact that there weren't many candidates. Demetri has always thought that the Weyr only let him enter into candidacy for the simple fact that they didn't want to have to send out the riders to go Searching for other candidates. So the more they found within the Weyr, the better. Demetri has been working, and doing chores as a candidate for a little over a year now. So far he is definitely liking his life as a candidate.

The Impression of the gold finally spurred the topaz to inspect the candidates herself. There was no way she was going to be outdone by that...brat. First, she needed a rider, though, and food. Preferably in that order. She craned her neck around to get a look at all of them, but she naturally gravitated toward the male candidates, sensing that her rider was among them.

For all her hanging back and wandering before, she didn't take long to pick out her rider once she actually started looking in earnest, and almost as though she could hear the thoughts running through his head, the topaz turned her attention to Demetri, and she crooned, eyes whirling with amusement. Ah, silly D'triMine. As if your Chahaturth would ignore you. And we'll make sure nobody ignores either of us from now on. First, though, I need food, and you need to get this stuff off of my hide.

Pet

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Iona

Pronunciation:
I - Own - ah

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Gold

Size:
39in.

Color Codes:
Body: FFD700
Underside: FFA500
Wings: EEDD82

Personality:
Iona, just like most queens, commands respect from other flits, and will not tolerate disobedience. She is a very fierce, and possessive flit, and will not hesitate to attack anything, or anyone, she considers a threat to, not only herself, but anything she deems worthy of her protection. Iona doesn't share very well, and has a tendency to hide anything she thinks is worth her time. She can be very motherly, especially when it comes to very young humans, and flits. She can be extremely gentle, and caring, even to the point of being overly protective. Yet, she normally has good intentions in mind, even if it doesn't seem like it.

Appearance:
Iona has a bright gold body, and a deeper, darker gold underside. Iona's wings look like a creamy butter in color, and are slightly translucent. She is lean, strong, and, if you ask her, was built perfectly. All of her parts fit together seamlessly, and work perfectly. She has a long, elegant tail that can be quite the lethal weapon. Iona looks good no matter what she's doing.

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Dragon

Name:
Chahaturth

Pronunciation:
Cha - Ha - Turth

Age:
9 Months

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Topaz

Size:
45ft. When fully grown {currently 32ft.}

Color Codes:
Body: FEBE4E
Underside: FFF53D
Blotches: FBBD1C

Appearance:
Chahaturth is more or less average size with somewhat dainty proportions for a topaz, though still a bit on the bulky side over all. A pale topaz with swirly orange markings on her body and wings. Neck and belly are a pale yellow. She holds her wings close to her body, but even that makes her look more feminine.

Personality:
Outgoing, likes making friends, wants to be the center of attention, confident, devoted, a defender of others, protective, possessive.

Mind-Voice:
D'triMine introduce your Chahaturth.
The sweet clarity of nectar, and the brilliant ding of a silver bell, Chahaturth's mind-voice is an awakening sensation. Before you hear it, you are in the dark and the fog, but once it enters your mind, all of that falls away in the breath of the sun and glory of the day. Chahaturth has the ability to chase away all woes and evils in the heart and mind, and delights in doing so. There's something sweet about Chahaturth's mind-voice, but not sickeningly sweet. It's a clear sweet, one like fresh water after all you've had is salt, and it's refreshing like the sun and a light breeze after the cold of winter.

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[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Shenzi

Pronunciation:
Sh - N - Z

Age:
31 Turns

Season Born In:
Spring

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:
Shenzi has extremely long, silky soft, black hair that reaches well below the base of her back. She normally keeps her hair pulled back with white ribbon with a decorative comb. She also has dark brown eyes that are always sparkling. She is normally wearing a long, multi-colored, dress that has flowers on it. She is always wearing red sandals, that match the red on her dress. She is a very expressive person, and isn't afraid to show her feelings like the pages of an open book.

She has a strange tendency to pull some of her hair in front of her shoulder, and mess with it whenever she is either bored, or just spacing out. Shenzi always moves with a quiet confidence. Her movements are always smooth, graceful, and controlled. Her held is always held high and proud. She has very light colored skin, and looks extremely petite, and delicate. Her singing voice is extremely gentle on one's ears, and it is also very enticing. Kind of like that forbidden treat that you want, but can't have.

Shenzi is best at playing the flute, though, she also does well with almost all of the other instruments she's tried. She seems to come alive when she's dancing, and all of her movements seem to mesmerize her audience. They are smooth and flowing, and even if she is improvising, they seem like they've been planned hours ahead of time. She is 5'5" and weights 128 pounds.

Personality:
Shenzi is a very happy woman, with seemingly boundless energy. She is very out-going, friendly, sweet, kind, caring, and is easily distracted. She loves to draw, sing, and dance, and will do these things for hours on end, and will still have tons of energy left over. She loves kids, but she hates felines for some odd reason. She just can't stand them, which is one reason her favorite animal is the canine.

Shenzi is very playful, but she is also quite the book worm. Her favorite books are the ones that have stories of Perns past, especially if they have songs in them. She has a knack for playing instruments, and can often be found trying to find ways to make new songs. Her favorite instrument is the flute, and whenever she has free time that she isn't spending working on songs, she can be found off somewhere playing her flute.

Shenzi always keeps her flute on her, no matter where she goes. Though, there are times when she just doesn't feel like playing an instrument, or singing. She is also an excellent artist, and her drawings are extremely accurate, and very detailed. She is also a very curious woman, and loves to explore the world around her. The only thing that she likes that doesn't involve being a Harper, is swimming. She will swim until her skin starts wrinkling. Even when she is swimming, she seems to be dancing. Her movements being graceful, and delicate.

Family:
Lilyanna - Daughter - Harper - 13 Turns
Bravonn - Father - Harper - Deceased
Coraline - Mother - Harper - Deceased
Zeke - Uncle - Harper - Deceased
Mair - Aunt - Healer - Deceased
T'rian - Weyrleader - 20 Turns

Location:
Apolla Hold - Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Wher Candidate (Stands)

History
Shenzi practically grew up in the Harper Hall. Her mother, father, sister, aunt, and uncle were all Harper's. So the little girl was predisposed to the activities of the Harper Hall. She's been dancing since she was old enough to walk, and she has been singing, since she was old enough to talk. Though, her skill with instruments, and drawing came later on in life. Those talents showed up around the time that she was nine years old, the same year that her cousin T'rian was born.

The two of them were pretty close as they grew up. Especially since T'rian's mother was Shenzi's father's sister. She was about ten years old when her parents asked her if she would like to attend the school, obviously she said yes. Something that surprised almost everyone that knew the young girl, was how quickly she excelled at just about everything she tried. When Shenzi was about fifteen she was allowed to walk the tables.

Shenzi achieved her rank of Master Harper when she was only twenty years old. There had been a lot of people that didn't like the fact that such a young woman was the Master Harper, and it took several years before they finally stopped arguing about it, and just accepted it. Now, six years after everyone finally accepted her completely, she decided to come visit Trelis Weyr to see the new weyrlings. Not to mention to see what her cousin's child would be like. She plans on being part of the entertainment when the Junior Queen rises.

• Adopted Lilyanna when she was twelve.
  
• Moved to Trelis to celebrate cousin's twins birth.
  
• Impressed Ruby wher Shesk

Craft:
Harper

Ranking:
Master Harper

Strengths:
Playing instruments, singing, dancing, and drawing.

Weaknesses:
Writing, teaching, story telling, instrument making.



Firelizards

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Name:
Lady Tremaine

Pronunciation:
L - A - D -- Tre - Main

Age:
1 Turn

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Green

Size:
17in. When fully grown

Color Codes:

Personality:
Mean-spirited

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((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Absolem

Pronunciation:
Ab - so - lem

Age:
1 Turn

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Brown

Size:
27in. when fully grown

Color Codes:

Personality:
Mellow

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Wher

Name:
Shesk

Pronunciation:
Sh - e - sk

Age:
5 Months

Type:
Wher

Rank:
Ruby

Size:
3.2ft. When Fully Grown

Color Codes:
Body: F00F64
Markings Around Neck, Muzzle, Tail, & Wings: 96011C

Appearance:
She is a very petite looking wher, and is smaller than most wher's her color can get. She is definitely unique, that's for sure. She is a pinkish ruby in color, with darker, maroon looking markings on her neck, muzzle, tail and her wings.

Personality:
Overly curious, stead-fast, brave, likes open spaces, stubborn, gets fed up when others dally in their work.

Mind-Voice:
Shesk and Shenzi explore wonderland?
Shesk has a very feminine voice, but it's also very strong. Her voice is that of a fighter, and sounds like it belongs to someone who never gives up. It can sound very pleasant one moment, and the next, it can get very, very harsh. this only happens when she's upset, so it's not that often.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Naomi

Pronunciation:
Nay - O - Me

Age:
20 Turns

Season Born In:
Fall

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Appearance:
Naomi is 5'6" and weights 127 pounds. She has long brown hair that she usually keeps tied back in a bun, though, more often than not there are some stray clumps of hair that stick out. She keeps a few strands of hair loose on each side of her neck, and she makes sure to keep her bangs short enough so that they don't get in her eyes. Her eyes are a light, smokey grey eyes. Her eyes seem to pierce anyone, and anything, that she looked at.

Naomi looks, not only very thin, and lithe, but delicate, and extremely feminine. She is actually very strong, and fast, despite her delicate appearance. Naomi always wears black gloves that have the fingers cut off, and strong leather boots. Her shirts are normally dark colors, with spaghetti straps, and a mesh section that makes up the color of the shirt. She will usually wear shorts, but will sometimes wear pants. Her shorts are light, strong leather, and all her shorts and pants fit her loosely.

Personality:
Naomi is a little stand-offish with just about everyone. Though, for those extreme few that get to know her, she is a very kind, and loving soul with a wild side. She has no problem with blood, and some people think she's a little strange for that fact, but she just believes that one has to have a strong stomach, and have to know how to disassociate themselves when one hunts, and kills for a living.

Naomi is a very proud nineteen turn old, and has no shortage of confidence. Which means she believes she can do anything. One of her favorite sayings is, "A person can do anything they set their mind to." a saying she was taught by her father. She loves all animals, but has no problem being firm with them when it is needed. She is a very patient person when it comes to teaching people about what she does, as long as they don't get on her nerves that is.

Naomi does have a temper though, and can be very violent when provoked. Though, she has learned how to control her temper, at least, mostly. She can still be a force to be reckoned with when upset. She is very persistent, and will practically never give up. though, if one method doesn't work, she backs off, and tries to find another way that will. Some have called her cold, and calculating, others have said that she is evil and cunning.

Naomi can be these things at times, but that's just her nature. After all, a person has to learn how to think on their feet when their part of a family of hunters. She can actually be a very sweet, fun-loving girl who just needs someone strong enough to dig deep enough to put up with her until they break through. She is especially sweet when it comes to canines. After all, she was raised with them, and seems to have a special connection with the ones her family breeds.

Family:
Amneeth - Father - Hunter - 42 Turns
Talyake - Mother - Trader - 42 Turns

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Wher Candidate

History:
Naomi's family have been hunters for generations upon generations. The same with her mother, only they were traders. The two of them had met when Naomi's father had went to sell some pelts that he had hunted himself. Some say that love at first site isn't real, but it was for these too. Her parents had been together for two turns when Talyake got pregnant with Naomi.

Naomi's father will be the first one to tell you that he had been hoping for a boy, but now he tells everyone that he wouldn't trade his daughter for all the sons in the world. Naomi's first babysitter was a large canine that would never let the young child out of her site, and even let Naomi take naps with her own pups. That's when her father realized that she was a natural born hunter.

Naomi's mother had always wanted her to become a trader, but she had never found any enjoyment in that. She was more happy whenever her father would take her with him, whenever he went hunting. She had a natural talent for the craft, and for working with the canines her father bred to help him hunt. So, when Naomi was seven years old, she was given permission to have the pick-of-the-litter.

Naomi looked over every litter their dogs had, and it wasn't until she was fourteen years old that she finally found the pup that she wanted. She called that pup Ayame, the reason for this is that her mother had bred with a wild canine, and Ayame actually had a very wild streak when she was a pup. The two of them had a bond almost immediately when Naomi picked up the young pup for the first time, and looked into her light blue eyes.

Naomi and Ayame have pretty much been inseparable since the day Ayame was old enough to leave her mother, and start training. The young canine had the same knack for hunting that her owner did, and the two of them had have many successful hunts in their short four turns together. Though, they mainly hunted small game, they have been learning to hunt larger animals, and have already caught a few medium sized, wild felines.

Naomi as allowed to pick another pup. Yet that wasn't until her father believed that she had trained Ayame well enough. She didn't have very many problems finding another pup to join her and Ayame. She picked another little female, and decided to name this one Akela. It didn't take Akela long to learn her place in the pack with Naomi and Ayame, but when she did, she also proved herself to be a very valuable asset during a hunt. She wasn't as quiet as Ayame, but she did prove to be more of a fierce hunter.

Naomi, her family, and their canines had stopped at Trelis to do some trading when a green rider had searched her out. She hadn't wanted to stay and become a candidate, but her parents had convinced her to stay, the deal breaker was that her parents, and the search rider, had said that she could keep Ayame with her, even if she impressed. Seeing as she didn't have to be separated from her best friend, she decided to stay, and is now waiting for her chance, on the sands.

Craft:
Hunting

Strengths:
Felines, large animals, tracking, small animals, group hunting, and crossbows.

Weaknesses:
Weapon making, tanning, snares,



Pet

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Ayame

Pronunciation:
Eye - ah - May

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Canine

Size:
Medium/Large (Husky/Wolf/Caravan Hound/Norwegian Elkhound/Saluki)

Personality:
Ayame is a very loyal canine, and will never leave Naomi's side. She will die trying to protect every single member of her pack, especially Naomi. She is quiet, especially when she's hunting. She has almost perfected the skill of being unheard when she's tracking. She is a very vicious canine when upset, and even though she may look extremely delicate, she has enough strength to take down a fully mature, wild, feline. Yet, she is very sweet, and gentle with just about everyone, even strangers.

Ayame is very intelligent, and very well trained. She knows, and will respond to just about any command given to her. Though, she does have a tendency to ignore those that aren't part of her pack. She is very patient, especially with young pups, or younger humans. She has a "soft mouth", as in, she can pick up a small animal in her mouth without biting into it, and damaging it. She can even be quite the flirt when it benefits her, or her owner.

Appearance:
Ayame will sometimes wear a soft, leather collar with her name stitched into it with bold, bright, colorful thread. She really only ever wears the collar for either decoration, or when her and Naomi are around people who have..."issues" with canines off leash. She is on the small side of the large canines, and on the large size of medium canines. She has very soft, silky, rich fur, that is white, with some brown.

Ayame has a brown spot on her face that looks like a brown mask that covers the top of her nose. She has very light, blue eyes, and has a brown spot that looks like a jacket on her back, and the top of her tail is brown, and so is her rump. She is very delicate, and feminine looking, but despite all of that, she is a very strong female. Her tail is very thick, and so is the fur around her neck, and chest. Her ears are small, and delicate, and give her a rabbit type look.

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Name:
Akela

Pronunciation:
Ah - Key - La

Age:
3 Turns

Type:
Canine

Size:
Medium (Wolf/Norwegian Elkhound/Samoyed/Border Collie)

Personality:
Akela is a very stubborn female. Even though she'll listen to Naomi and Ayame, she pretty much ignore everyone else. She is very loyal, and actually really sweet. You just have to get past that tough exterior of hers. Unfortunately for most, this medium sized female is very protective, and has an attack first, ask questions later kind of personality. Though, she does behave herself, for the most part, when Naomi is around to keep her in line.

Akela is first, and foremost a hunter. The only things this female will let get in the way of a hunt, is Naomi and Ayame. The only reason she even listens to the older wolf, is because she has been put in her place many times. Just like her older canine companion, she is very sweet, and gentle with pups of all kinds. She is a very proud canine, but she isn't vain in the slightest. She is actually quite the opposite, and would rather roll around in the dirt, than take a bath.

Appearance:
Akela is a medium sized, female canine. Her tail, legs, and underside are mostly white. Her face, and back are mostly black. She has white spots above both of her eyes, and has a white stripe down the center of her nose. The front of her ears are also white. the bottom half of her chest is white, where as the top of her chest, and most of her neck are black.

Akela has very silky fur, no matter what she gets into, it is always silky soft. She keeps herself surprisingly clean, it doesn't really take much to keep her clean either. She normally has a very unpleasant look on her face, and usually holds herself with great pride, especially after a successful hunt. Her tail naturally has a curl to it, though, it only has a slight curl to it. She is very petite, and feminine looking, but she has enough strength to fight almost all of the males she meets, and wins.

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Name:
Sarabi

Pronunciation:
Sah - Ra - Be

Age:
9 Months

Type:
Canine

Size:
Medium-Large

Personality:
Cool, calm, collected in most situations, proud and loving, doesn't like to bend for anyone, though she does so in stern, not physical, rebellion, courageous, does not show fear.

Appearance:
At first glance, this girl doesn't seem to be too feminine. With a heavy build, not to mention the fact she is the largest pup in the littler, one would assume she was actually male, if not for the pink ribbon around her neck. Though she will retain her heavy build through her life, she will grow into a graceful and obviously female canine. Even at her young age she moves with a grace and dignity that is beyond her years. She will be better at group hunting and tracking than at solo work.

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Wher

Name:
Nask

Pronunciation:
Nask {Kinda like Nat, but instead of the t sound, there's an sk sound.}

Age:
5 Months

Type:
Wher

Rank:
Blue

Size:
5.4ft at Full Growth

Color Codes:
709AD1

Appearance:
Nask is on the larger end of his color, buy my no means the largest out there. He's a solid blue in color, and looks pretty normal. He has very large paws, but in no way do they ever get in this energetic wher's way. He always has this curious look in his eyes, it almost seems as though everything he sees is something new, even if it's something he's seen a hundred times.

Personality:
Random, Fun-loving, Inquisitive, Childish, Forgetful, Likes to run.

Mind-Voice:
Naomi know Nask's name? Nask not know Na...oh. Nask know Nask's name now!
Nask's voice is very sweet, but a little confusing to listen to. He will sometimes repeat things he knows as though he doesn't actually now them, and is almost always asking questions.

[Akira]

((This is not my artwork))

Name:
Talvi

Pronunciation:
Tall - V

Age:
20 Turns

Season Born In:
Winter

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual {Equal Preference}

Weyrmate:
A'vin of Brown Vinerath

Appearance:
Talvi has medium long blonde hair, that she has all but given up trying to tame. Her bangs normally hang in front of her face, but they don't really get in her way. She will sometimes pin some of her bangs back with a barrette, but normally she just ignores them. She has one piece of hair that's a little shorter than the rest, and it will sometimes stand up. Those usually doesn't happen unless there is either really bad weather, or she has just woken up.

Talvi has very emotional amber brown eyes. They always reflect what she's feeling, even if she's trying to hide her emotions. She is a very expressive person, so anyone who sees her will know what she's feeling just by a quick glance at her face. Talvi is 5'6" and has an hourglass figure that weights only 130 pounds. She looks pretty delicate, and feminine, but she is actually very well muscled. She has long, slender legs, that are actually very powerful.

Personality:
Talvi is a very happy young woman, and is very friendly. She is a pretty big flirt, but she is actually very picky about who she flirts with. For example, if she knows that someone is already in love with someone else, then she'll leave them be. It takes quite a bit to upset her, but when she is upset, it normally doesn't take much to make her happy again. She is very forthcoming, and surprisingly soft-spoken. She doesn't like to raise her voice, but she will if the situation requires it.

Talvi is very smart, but she does have her ditsy moments. She loves to read, and is actually quite book smart. If she isn't out with her friends, or her dragon, then she can normally be found with her nose in a book. She has always loved stories, especially ones where girls find their true love, and lives happily-ever-after. She also likes to hear stories about Pern's history, and about how the dragon's had come to be. Her mind is like a sponge in a sense. This is because she soaks up just about everything she hears.

Talvi is a pretty energetic woman, and loves to have fun. She especially loves gathers for the single reason that she gets the chance to watch the runner beast races. She's always liked runner beasts, but she's never really wanted one herself. She loves to just go out, and have a good time. She also loves to swim, so if you can't find her with her friends, or reading a book, look at the lake. Some have said that she is sorta like a fish when it comes to swimming.

Family:
Kafini - 50 Turns - Mother - Fisherman
Talmia - 48 Turns - Mother
Kikalim - 17 Turns - Younger Brother - Father's Assistant

Location:
Sollace Hold - Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Green Rider

Wing:
Wind Riders Wing

History:
Talvia's family has been living in Sollace Hold for generations upon generations, and almost all of the males of her family have been fishers. Her mother was actually born a drudge in Trelis Weyr, but when her mother was twenty, she met Talvia's father. Her father had been in Trelis to sell some fish when he met her mother. The two of them had started seeing each other every time her father went to Trelis. Kafini asked Talmia to come and live with him when he was twenty-four turns, and she happily accepted.

Talvi was born six turns after the two of them moved in together. It should come as no surprise when you find out that Kafini had wanted a son. Instead of the sun that he always wanted, he got a daughter. Even though she wasn't a very good fisher, she was surprisingly good at swimming, and whenever Kafini would loose a net, he would send her in to retrieve it, and she actually enjoyed it. Talmia had never liked the idea of her daughter becoming a fisherman, and was extremely happy when she gave birth to her son, Kikalim.

Talvi was only six when her younger brother was born. She didn't like him at first because he had taken her father's attention away from her, but since her mother would always take her out to the beach, and let her go swimming, she quickly changed her mind. The bond between her and her mother quickly grew as the two of them spent more and more time together. It was a very sad day when the search-riders came, and searched her out. She didn't want to leave her family, but her mother quickly reassured her that she would have a good time at the Weyr.

Talvi was sixteen when the search-riders came, and took her to Trelis. She didn't have to wait long as a candidate before the clutch was ready to hatch. It was no surprise to her when the first egg that hatched was a bronze, a very handsome bronze at that. She clapped her congratulations to the young man that had impressed the bronze, and quickly turned her attention back to the rest of the clutch. She watched as a brown, and a blue hatched, and quickly impressed.

Talvi was watching as the blue and his chosen partner left the sands when she heard someone near by cry out in pain. She jumped, and turned around to see that one of the other female candidates had been knocked over by a large green. It looked like the girl had landed on her hand wrong, but other than that, she couldn't see anything wrong with the other girl. She watched as the scared hatchling quickly backed away, crooning sadly as she did so. It looked like the green was scared, but seemed apologetic all at the same time.

Don't be sad little one, it was an accident Frenath. Talvi hadn't realized that she called the hatchling by her name, but when she saw the rainbow colored gaze of the green, she knew what had happened. Talvi Mine!!! I am so sorry! I hadn't meant to hurt the girl! I tripped, and fell into her! Talvi smiled sweetly as she knelt down, and wrapped her arms around the green's neck. Frenath crooned and sat down with her tail wrapped around Talvi.

Talvi led her newly impressed weyrling off the sands, and was extremely happy when she found out that the girl Frenath had knocked over only sprained her wrist. She smiled and laughed when Frenath started dancing around happily. The turns of training seemed to just fly by, and soon after the two of them graduated, Frenath made her first flight. Now the two of them are practically inseperable as they continue their lives together.



Dragon

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Name:
Frenath

Pronunciation:
Free - Nath

Age:
4 Turns

Type:
Dragon

Rank:
Green

Size:
25ft.

Color Codes:
Body: 2E8B57
Wings/Underside: 228B22

Appearance:
Frenath's hide is a very soft shade of green, and she has a kind of dark grass green underside, and her wings are the same dark grass green color as her underside. She is as large as a green can get, though, strangely enough she was born with extra long front legs. That's why she tripped into that girl. Now that she is fully grown her legs look more normal, though, they are still a little longer than normal. It gives her a very distinct look, and helps people tell her apart from other greens.

Personality:
Positives: Forthcoming, Soft-Spoken, Intelligent, Friendly
Negatives: Very Energetic, Always Happy, Opinionated, Huge Flirt

Frenath is very much like her rider. Some people have even said that if she had been born a human, the two of them would be twins. Though, just like all twins, the two of them have their differences. She is forthcoming, and soft-spoken, just like Talvi. She is more willing to raise her voice than her rider though. She is also very intelligent, even though she is a green and has a short attention span. There are some things that she might not remember, but what she doesn't remember, her rider does.

Frenath is very friendly, and has no problem walking right up to strangers, and saying hi. She is also very energetic, and after a good meal and a small nap, she's good to go for hours, upon hours. She's always happy, and this often comes in handy when her rider gets upset. Some people say that her perkiness is a curse, and someone should make a mask to make her look a little less happy. She is very opinionated, and will not hesitate to tell someone what she thinks. Just like any normal green, she is a huge flirt. Unlike her rider, she doesn't really care who she flirts with.

Mind-Voice:
HI! I'm Frenath! This lazy one is Talvi Mine!
Frenath's voice is soft, and very gentle on one's mind. Though, it gets a little breathy whenever she gets really excited. Her voice is actually pretty quiet, though, it kind of sounds like a light summer breeze playfully blowing through the trees. The only time this really changes is when she is either flirting, upset, or during her mating flights. Then it takes on a deeper, huskier tone. Though, no matter what, it always sounds very feminine, and sweet.



Pet

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Name: Dafina {Swahili origin, meaning “valuable, precious”}

Pronunciation:
Daff - E - nah

Age:
8 Months

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Green

Size:
15in.

Color Codes:
Body: A8E61D
Underside: 5C7E0E
Markings: C2ED61, 9ED818

Personality:
Feisty, spirited, terrified of heights, doesn't mind biting or snapping at someone she doesn't like.

Appearance:
She's a very slim, and elongated green. Made up of olive tones, it looks somewhat like snake skin with how the colors blend and twist together. They sort of glisten too, but not in a metallic way. When she rises, she will run like a wher does.

[Akira]

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Name:
Talian

Pronunciation:
Tall - Ian

Age:
10 Months

Season Born In:
Fall

Gender:
Female

Sexuality
Too Young To Know

Appearance:
Talian has medium, golden brown hair, that she normally let's hang loosely around her shoulders. She will tie her hair back in a pony tail, especially when she's working. Her eyes are a light hazel that consists of grays and greens, though they are more green than grey. Occasionally, they even will show hints of blue in the right lighting. Her eyes are very soulful, as in, they are like windows to her soul. They show people what she is really feeling. Though, she is actually very talented in hiding her emotion's when she wants to.

Talian is EXTREMELY expressive, and she really has to be since she is a mute. In other words, she can't talk. She always gets her point across, even if that means she has to ask her sister to talk for her. She is about 5'8" and weights about 130 pounds. She is actually pretty lithe in appearance, but don't let that fool you, she has muscles. Some would say she is an awesome combination of both of her parents. Though, she thinks she is more individualized than that.

Personality:
Talian is a very calm, and level-headed person. She would rather think things through than just rush in head first without a plan. She is surprisingly creative, and energetic all at the same time. She can also be very destructive when she's upset, but that isn't very often. Normally all it takes is her sister to calm her down once she's upset. Truth be told, she really is happiest when she is with her sister, or around firelizards. She has a tendency to carry around everything needed to write and draw. So when she has an idea, or needs to talk to some one and her sister isn't around, she can do so.

Talian loves to be outside, especially on sunny days. She just can't stand sitting inside, and doing nothing during sunny days. Don't get her wrong though, she is a very studious person, and will always do as she is told...well...almost always. Even though she seems like the perfect daughter, she has a very rebellious streak, especially when it comes to her father. She loves her dad, but to be really honest, she is a mommy's girl. She knows how to manipulate her father, and will do so without hesitation.

Talian isn't really a manipulative person, the only one she manipulates is her father, and that's only when her mother isn't around. She is a very sweet person, and especially loves firelizards, and young children. But that is only after her family. She is very protective of her sister, and even though she can't talk, she will find away to let others know not to mess with them. Even if that means she has to use her fists. The only person she will follow around like lost puppy dog, is her sister, and if anyone tries to come between them, this level-headed young girl will absolutely freak.

Family:
T'rian - Father - Bronze Rider - Weyrleader

• Zeke - Grandfather - Harper - Deceased
  
• Mair - Grandmother - Healer - Deceased
  
• Bravonn - Great Uncle - Harper - Deceased
  
• Coraline - Great Aunt - Harper - Deceased
  
• Shenzi -Second Cousin - Master Harper - 29 Turns

Inali - Mother - Gold Rider - Weyrwoman

• Irine - Grandmother - Green Rider - 57
  
• TBA- Father - Bronze Rider - 61

Inoria - Sister - Weyrbrat - Baby

Location:
Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Weyrbrat

History:
To young, to have one.

[Akira]

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Name:
Tiris {T'ris}

Pronunciation:
Tie - rr (kinda like grr without the g) - is

Age:
20 Turns

Season Born In:
Mid-Spring

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual {Female Preference}

Appearance:
Tiris is a very tall, and skinny young man. He is 6'3" and weights 160 pounds. Even though he's so tall and skinny, he's got muscles. He's no weakling, but since he prefers to avoid confrontations, he doesn't show his muscles off for any reason. Except for one. The only time he really proves he's got muscles, is when he is defending those who are too weak to defend themselves, or are out numbered. Even then, he usually regrets doing so, for some reason or another.

Tiris has deep, bright, soulful brown eyes, and is very expressive. He's not afraid to show what he's feeling. He has light brown hair that seems to just lay there. His hair is chin length, but looks really clean, and neat. Despite the fact that he usually looks like he just rolled out of bed. Even though all of his clothes are all wrinkled, and almost never folded, they're really clean. This is because he wants to make sure he's ready for just about anything.

Tiris' clothes are normally dark colors. The only exception to this is his dress clothes. His dress clothes consist of white shirts, and soft, comfortable, leather pants. He also owns a really nice pair of leather boots that he has set aside, and wears only with his dress clothes. Other wise he wears dark clothing that is actually really comfortable. These clothes are very durable, one of the many things that makes them appeal to Tiris.

Personality:
Tiris is a very, very sweet man. He cares about everyone, and everything. Well, almost anyways. The one thing he can't stand, are bullies. Anyone who picks on people, or creatures smaller, or weaker than themselves, is an enemy in his eyes. Even though he prefers the diplomatic approach, he isn't afraid to throw his weight around when it comes to standing up for those who are unable to stand up for themselves. Helping others is what he lives for, and what makes him happiest.

Tiris is a very studious, and diligent person. He's hardworking, and dedicated in everything he does. He also likes to read, and swim. Those are his favorite past times, but he doesn't get upset when he can't do either of them. It just makes him work harder so he has more time for the two activities that help calm him down. He's very skilled with his hands, and likes to make things with them. Since his father was a woodcrafter, and his mother was a weaver, he's had a lot of practice with his hands.

Tiris prefers to work with wood than with cloth. Though, instead of spending the marks to either get new ones, or get his clothes fixed by some weaver he knows nothing about, he patches his own clothing. He likes to make things for other people, and will sit some where, and work with some wood, and if, or when, someone asks him, he'll either carve, or sew them something. He doesn't like to brag, and is actually very soft spoken. Some people have even said he's go the patience of a saint.

Tiris is very good with kids, and has even started to teach a few of them how to make things out of wood, or how to make cloth jewelry for themselves, or whom ever they wished to give the finished product to. He is also quite playful, and loves to play games. He also has a nasty habit of forgetting where he put things. Because of this, he will often make himself notes...though...on more than one occasion he's lost those too. It's not that he's stupid, cause he really is a brilliant person. It's because he will start working on something, then get completely distracted, and forget he was working on something in the first place.

Family:
Tiral - Father - 43 - Journeyman Woodcrafter
Malise - Mother - 39 - Ex-Journeywoman Weaver/Mother
Taliral - Brother - 23 - Journeyman Woodcrafter
Milale - Sister - 19 - Apprentice Weaver
Minaris - Aunt - 42 - Ex-Journeyman Weaver/Trader
Nimalin - Uncle - 43 - Trader
Mimara - Cousin - 21 - Journeywoman Harper
Ninalin - Cousin - 18 - Trader

Location:
Solace Hold - Trelis Weyr

Rank:
Dragon Weyrling

History:
Tiris' was visiting his aunt and uncle, and his older cousin because his parents had their hands full with his older brother and sister. So Tiris was sent to spend the rest of the fall and winter with his mother's sister, and her family. He got to see what it was like to be a trader, and have to move from place to place. He didn't really like it at first, but knew no matter how much he complained, he couldn't go back home until spring. He did get along with his cousin, and was starting to enjoy the time they got to spend away from work so that Ninalin could try to teach him how to be an effective trader.

Tiris was actually starting to enjoy the time he got to spend with his aunt and her family when they arrived at Trelis Weyr. They were there to buy some supplies, and this was actually Tiris' first time in a Weyr. So he had asked his aunt if him and Ninalin could look around, or more or less, show him around. Ninalin had been to the Weyr, and many others, a few times, so he knew quite a few interesting places to show Tiris. The first place he was taken to, was the hatching sands, so that Tiris could see what a dragon egg looked like.

Tiris and his cousin were on the way to the sands when they were stopped by a blue rider and his dragon. Neither of them really understood why they were being asked questions about what they knew of dragons, but they answered anyways. After asking them about a hundred questions, that's what it felt like anyways, the rider finally told them why he had stopped them. Neither of them could believe their ears. Tiris had just been searched out by this man's dragon. Ninalin had ran back to tell his parents what had happened. They immediately came to see for themselves.

Tiris had to make the decision to either stay in the Weyr as a candidate, or leave with his family, and go back to trying to become an apprentice. Some would say that would be an easy decision, but for Tiris, it wasn't. He had to decide between his family, or a potential chance to find a life partner in one of the hatchlings. Eventually though, he decided to stay, and sent a letter back to his parents letting them know what had happened. He was happy when his family sent a reply, saying that they were happy for him, and wanted him to let them know as soon as anything happened.

Tiris has been living in Trelis for a few weeks now, and so far is enjoying himself. He especially enjoys the fact that he gets to see dragons every day. Even though he's seen more than a few of the large creatures up close, they still manage to impress him, and make him stare at them in awe. He hasn't yet had the chance to experience a lesson as a candidate, but he is eagerly awaiting his chance. For some strange reason he has the notion that by doing everything just right, he has a better chance at impressing one of the creatures during the next hatching...though...that seems quite a ways away.

Craft:
Wood craft/Weaving

Ranking:
Apprentice (He never actually joined a craft, he just knows what his parents taught him.)

Strengths:
He's good at carving things, and patching his clothes. He can also make basic cloth jewelry (a.k.a. necklaces, and bracelets)

Weaknesses:
Everything that isn't listed above. (There's too much to list)



Pets

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Name:
Buster

Pronunciation:
Bust - er

Age:
5 Turns

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Brown

Size:
30in.

Color Codes:
Body: DEB887 Burly Wood
Wings: FFF8DC Corn Silk
Underside: A0522D Sienna
Feet Markings: CD853F Peru

Personality:
Buster is a very relaxed flit, almost to the point of being lazy. He's still a hard worker, just...very....tempermental about when he starts working. It's not easy to wake this large brown in the morning, nor is it always a good idea. If you wake him up with food either near by, or with a promise to get him food, then he'll get up, Other wise he'll just complain and then fall back to sleep. He's more lively around the after noon, as long as it's after ten thirty in the morning, he's active.

Buster almost always falls asleep right at nine at night. He is a very mean flit whenever his sleep is interrupted, or he isn't allowed to go to sleep when he feels he is supposed to. Despite all of his "issues" he is a very lovable firelizard. He is also pretty protective of Tiris and Max, or in other words, his family. The one thing he is possessive of his is food. Never, I repeat NEVER try to take this firelizards food away from him. If you do, then you're looking for your fingers to get taken off. Well, mostly taken off.

Appearance:
Buster is a very large brown, with very large wings. He is very well muscled, and he needs to be, he's tad over weight. So he needs all the strength he can get to keep him in the air. He is usually seen with his tail wrapped around Tiris' neck, and sitting on the young man's shoulder. He looks very proud while sitting on His' shoulder. With his large wings tucked neatly at his sides, and his sharp claws holding on to the young man's shirt.

Buster is a burly wood in color, that fades to sienna around his underside. His wings are the color of corn silk, while the markings on his feet look like Peru colored socks. He has these strange "socks" on all of his claws and legs. They come up to about his knees. This isn't a very "normal" looking firelizard to say the least. In all though he does look very well put together. He is well proportioned, except for his wings and his belly. His wings are exceptionally large, and so is his stomach.

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Name:
Max

Pronunciation:
Max

Age:
3 Turns

Type:
Firelizard

Rank:
Brown

Size:
24in.

Color Codes:
Body: B77941 Light Chocolate
Wings: D2B48C Tan
Underside: 8B4513 Dark Chocolate
Tiger Stripes: F5DEB3 Wheat

Personality:
Max is a very spunky firelizard. He is also quite the talker. He'll sit for hours on end, just talking to anyone, or anything, that will listen to him. He's a very hard worker, and lives to please Tiris. He likes making the young man happy, and also likes to listen while he reads stories to his firelizards. He also has a very wild imagination, and can amuse himself for HOURS with nothing but a rock, and his imagination. He can also be quite creative in the way he works.

Despite his wild imagination, Max is a very diligent worker. Whenever he is given a task, he completes it without distraction. Which is very surprising given the fact that it doesn't usually take much to distract him. He doesn't like food as much as Buster, and is more willing to share than the larger flit. In other words, he has better manners, and social skills. Where as the larger brown would rather take someone's fingers off for food, Max would rather share it with others.

Appearance:
Max is a tiny brown firelizard, with a big heart. Where as Buster has extra long wings, Max has an extra long tail. Which comes in pretty hand given the fact that he likes to sit on Tiris' head with his tail wrapped around one of the boy's ears. Tiris isn't sure where the flit got the idea, but doesn't really mind it, which makes him a very happy firelizard. He keeps his wings loosely at his side, and when it isn't wrapped around Tiris' ear, he keeps his long tail wrapped neatly around his legs.

Max is a light chocolate in color, that turns to a dark chocolate around his underside. His wings are actually a tan in color, which stands out quite nicely against his chocolate hide. He has wheat colored tiger stripes that start at the top of his head, and end at the tip of his extra long tail. His stripes are very bright against the chocolate color of his hide. This is what usually helps people remember which one of Tiris' firelizards he is since Buster has "socks".



Dragon

Opal Widelmath

Pronunciation: Wih-dell-math
Rank: Opal
Size: 23 Feet {Currently 4.6ft}
Color Codes:
Base: E9E6D1
Marking 1: 7E6E98
Marking 2: 91AF8B
Marking 3: 59637C

Appearance:
Widelmath is a bit of an oddity. While on the smaller side of the size scale for opals, he often appears larger than his brethren. It could be, perhaps, because his legs and neck are so abnormally long. In fact, all his libs are long, even his wings and tail. His body, however, is a very normal size, making it look completely out of proportion with the rest of him. His muscle mass is smaller than average, and he will have to work hard to keep up with the other dragons in the sky, but on the ground this guy will excell. Long legs make him quick and almost graceful on the ground... at least when he's not being an absolute clutz!

Like most opals, his hide has a variety of colours, though they tends towards the cooler colours. A hide of off-white makes up majority of his colouring. His front right and back left legs are a soft, mossy green, while the other legs are a deep grey-blue. the two colours appear again on his tail, and face. His belly, and the hand section of his wings are a soft purple, which also appears in a stripe on his muzzle. All three colours appear on a band on the primary wing finger of each wing.

Personality:
Widelmath always thinks something is wrong with him. Its actually a fear. Is that leg longer than this one? Is that a new spot on his hide? Does his tail look funny to you? Maybe he's sick! Despite his fear of being unwell, he's actually an incredibly smart dragon, especially when it comes to injuries. It seems he has a natural born talent for telling what's wrong with others and can be a great asset when it comes to dealing with injured dragons. He's a bit nervous, especially around females that he likes, and he has no idea how to flirt. When it comes to trying new things, Widelmath will likely never be the first one to jump in and try (it might be dangerous you know!) and he tends to ere on the cautious side.

Mind-Voice:
Eep! I-I-Is that a new stripe? Am I going to d-die?!

Widelmath's voice is, in the best of times, a bit shaky. It's almost as if he's constantly afraid of something, and it shows in the way he speaks. It can be a rather frantic sound at times, and its no surprise to hear it get louder and louder as he gets more upset. Even his rider will likely want to tune him out now and again, just to escape the sheer volume.

Why:
There's nothing wrong with me... is there? Just because I'm a little nervous... okay a lot nervous... doesn't mean I can't do great things... I just need a little help. I feel like you want to protect others... well I'm an 'others' aren't I? Maybe one day I'll be able to help you too.