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Wingsecond F'shr of Bronze Voracth=B8860B
Weyrling S'fet, of Brown Evonath=AA6600
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Weyrleader R'lyn, of Bronze Castogith =8B6914

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Name: R’lyn
Rank: Southern Weyr Weyrleader
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing: Gaius Wing

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Appearance:
Despite his age R’yln is still a tall man who walks with a quiet dignity. He was never very broad through the shoulders and age has taken its’ toll on them, slumping them over. Despite his age, he can still out fence anyone in the Weyr. He has kind blue eyes that are always shadowed with some sort of pain. He has seen a lot of friend die over the Turns, and a lot of good enemies too. Graying brown hair has long since started to recede so that he has a shiny bald spot on top of his head. He jokes that it helps Castogath fly faster.

R’lyn has walked with a limp since his twenty-sixth Turn when his straps were cut from Castogath and his leg was dislocated in an air skirmish. It never did heal correctly and despite the heat of the South, still hurts when it rains. It doesn’t detract from his usual competent manner though and anyone foolish enough to try his sword often find themselves at the losing end.

Personality:
R’lyn was raised to be his brother’s right hand man. He learned the running of a Hold at a young age when his father gave him responsibility. He takes his responsibilities to heart, it’s all he has ever known after all. He cares for the people in his Weyr and hates returning from battles or skirmishes to find out who will not be coming home. That will not stop him from fighting though, like all Southerners he has a touchy pride and a harsh Honorcode that will not let him seek peace.

An intelligent man he was never more than decent at strategy and the only reason he ever made Wingleader, then Weyrleader is because he kept flying the only the gold at Southern. He dearly loved Fiano, the rider, and she returned his love. It was a pity that Dasketh was too old to rise when her two younger golds were killed in battle. Secretly R’lyn has always mourned the loss of his Weyrwoman but to show such a feminine emotion would have gotten him removed from his rank.

He’s a kind man, as much as he can be in the South, looking after the younger riders and making sure all is well. He wants to find a way to end the war without bloodshed and though the gold on the sands at Northern was the best way to do that but he was outvoted. Most of the Southern consider him long retired and are ready to put him out to pasture as a watchrider.

History:
R’lyn was a bastard son born to Taskin Lord Holder Faygris. Despite his lowly birth he was not outcast and instead was raised to be his brother’s steward. He learned everything there was to running such a large hold, rubbing elbows and hob-nobing with the Southern Masterharper. His life was good. He was Searched at fifteen and Impressed that same turn much to the pleasure of his father and Hold.

As a young rider he got into a bit of trouble with jokes and such, but a few canings quickly taught him the error of his ways. An older rider impressed upon him the need for a rigid honor code and why the war must be. The Northerners had pricked the South’s rigid code by stealing their gold egg. R’lyn knew this and understood and at his young age was eager for battle. He was a good warrior, Castogath and him were some of the best with many kills to their credit.

Around his twenty-fifth birthingday, Castogath managed to catch Dasketh in a flight to make R’lyn the Weyrleader. He was very young for the position but the Weyr was happy that such a warrior would lead them into battle. R’lyn had done well as a Weyrleader until just this last turn when a vote was taken on whether to steal Northern’s gold egg or barter for it. He was outvoted by the younger riders who had not battled much and so the egg was stolen. Now he sits and worries that one of those rash riders will take his place and lead Southern to destruction.

-Parents: Taskin Lord Holder Faygris, alive, and unknown
-Siblings: Lord Holder Faden, Heir. Lady Asbel.
-Firelizards: None

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Name: Castogath
Color: Bronze
Appearance: Castogath is a smaller bronze but a handsome specimen nonetheless. His body is covered in a maze of scars from his fighting days, especially his mouth and chest from having been burned. He’s a light colored bronze that fades to a silvery brass across his stomach and lower body. His neck and stomach are slowly running to fat as he ages and gray and suddenly appeared around his muzzle and eyes.

Personality: Castogath has always been a straight forward creature with a laid back attitude. If it’s going to happen it will and if doesn’t, it wasn’t meant to be is his motto, stolen of course from his rider. Castogath was never one to chase the ladies he was happy with Dasketh and since her death has not even bothered to look cross-eyed at a green. Much like his rider, Castogath worries that they might retired to uselessness.
History: Castogath cracked shell one stormy morning with the rest of his clutchmates. One of the first out of his egg, he all but ran into R’lyn who was standing in the back of a pack of boys. The vicious storm outside the dormant volcano drowned out the cheers and growls of the Hatching sands but R’lyn knew immediately when Castogath Impressed him.

They were always near the top of their Weyrling class though the honor was never theirs. Everyone believed that R’lyn would make a good Wingleader on Castogath who was accounted a fine fighting bronze. Castogath could hold a flame longer than most of his clutchmates and wasn’t scared to fight in horrible weather. Still, it did not surpise many when the wily bronze managed to catch Dasketh in a flight.

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Name: S'fet
Rank: Wingrider
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: He’s not sure yet
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Appearance:
S'fet is a harsh looking lad who has recently emerged from the minehold of Garon, where he was an Apprentice Smith. His muscles show the Turns spent pumping the bellows for his Master. He’s not a tall lad, being under six foot tall, but his shoulders are just as wide as he is tall. Hundreds of tiny scars dot his hands and lower arms from being mildly burned while working in the forge. He tends to keep his head bald to prevent his hair from catching on fire and he doesn’t have eyebrows. They caught on fire and never grew back. Warm brown eyes watch the world, they reveal how kind and gentle this young man really is.

Around Garon Hold, which has a colder climate than its’ Northern fellows, he can usually be found in a short sleeved fur-lined vest, cloak and thick breeches. Clothing that will allow for the warmth of the forge but still keep him covered. In warmer months, or climes, he can be found in a sleeveless leather vest and loose leather pants. Leather and iron wrist guards complete his actual outfit.

Personality:
S'fet is an easy going lad with a very quiet personality. He was never one to take offense at any name-calling nor did he participate in teasing others. He was always first to stand up to anyone doing so out of spite and he would laugh if it was indeed funny. A born Mediator, S'fet is always the first one to stop a fight and he will never start one.

Kids are drawn to this gentle giant who always has a joke or funny story to cheer them up. He will take time out of his day to help anyone who needs it, no matter what it is. Thus he’s behind in his curriculum. He always thought he would be a smith so he never felt the need to speed things up. S'fet has a lot of knowledge of the outside world though sadly he never learned to read or write and he can do simple calculations. Don’t mistake lack of learning for stupidity because he isn’t stupid.

A pacifist at heart, he has never understood why the riders can’t play nice. Garon Hold is the least affected by the war and has always been fairly quiet. S'fet does not want to fight though Impressing a dragon would not be so bad. He thinks dragons have better, more peaceful uses outside of battle and killing.

History:
Selfet was born in a small cothold just North of Garon. His father was a Journeyman Jeweler while his mother was the rare Apprentice weaver. Both of them made goods to trade at Garon in return for foodstuffs, though his uncle farmed their small cothold. He lacked the subtle strength for jewelry crafting and he didn’t have the patience for weaving so while his siblings did those tasks, he helped his uncle farm. When he was ten his uncle took him to Garon and apprenticed him to the MasterSmith there, since his size was apparent at that early age.

He was quickly popular among the hold for his easy going ways and sweet jokes though no one ever tried to pick a fight with him. He was a hard worker who went about his work with little complaint and a great deal of lightheartedness. He was brought to the Weyr as an Apprentice to study there until such time as a clutch could be placed on the sands. At eighteen he Impressed brown Evonath and began his life as a rider.

Recently he has returned from R'lyn's conceived timing adventure an inch taller, in the best shape of his life and missing his right pointer and middle finger. He lost both finger's in the past due to an infection. He was also sick at one point with a strange fever but has since come back from that. Now he worries about fighting since he's always been a pacifist.

-Parents: Istal, Journeyman Jeweler, Casta, Apprentice Weaver
-Siblings: Ista, Casal, and Garace
-Firelizards: Blue Link

Name: Evonath
Color: Brown
Appearance: Evonath is on the shorter end of average for a brown, and is a very deep, rich color. Out of the sun, his hide takes on an almost black hue, but the kiss of sunlight sends it flickering back into deep brown, with a soft, reddish undertone. His underbelly and the underside of his wings are paler by a full half a shade. With prominent brow ridges and a backward tilt to his head knobs, there is something almost sinister to Evonath's appearance. His tail is a bit blunt for his size, emphasized by his stocky build, yet he moves with a surprising amount of grace.
Personality: As sturdy in mind as he is in body, Evonath favors observing to acting. Part of this is a desire to understand. A greater part, though he's of no particular mind to admit it, however, is laziness. Evonath very much enjoys his sunning, and without suitable motivation, is happy to do so for hours at a time.


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Name: F’shr
Rank: Wingsecond
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing: Gaius Wing

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Appearance: Handsome would be the word you are looking when you describe F’shr. He has classically handsome features: strong cheekbones, a cute dimple chin, big blue eyes and a slightly arched nose. It all combines to make F’shr dangerously good-looking. His goatee and mustache give him a ruggedly roguish air, especially as his jet black hair has started to grey. While his hair has began to salt and pepper, his goatee has grown a little triangle of white. With the little smile that is constantly on his face, he is devastating.

F’shr looks nothing like his father and takes after his mother in looks. It’s lead some to question who is father actually is since R’lyn was very young when F’shr was born. He’s a tall man, with a slender muscularity that is slowly moving to thickness as he ages. Still he’s no slouch with a blade or in finding a willing woman. F’shr usually wears dark colors, preferring blacks and blues to anything else. He’s something of a clothes-horse and likes to maintain style as much as he can.

Personality: It’s in F’shr’s personality that he takes after his father, though he did not meet his father until he was several turns old. His mother was sent to Taskin Hold to give birth to him, since R’lyn was busy being a dragonrider. It was R’lyn’s father, F’shr’s grandfather, who began to teach the boy. Responsibility was imprinted on the young boy even though he would never be expected to be a Holder. He was also taught both versions of the honor code, since it was guaranteed that he would be Searched, at least by his father.

F’shr is an intelligent man though he is passable at strategy and war. He prefers to avoid confrontation where he has to taking a leading role though Voracth excels at any type of martial combat. Not to say that F’shr lacks leadership qualities but he’s not the first to volunteer for a command. He’s definitely the lead from example mysterious quiet type who rarely speaks unless spoken too. If he does say something to you, listen and pay attention because it will be very important.

F’shr is a competent enough man when it comes to relationships though he tends to get a little nervous around women, especially beautiful women since he doesn’t understand why they follow him around. He doesn’t understand the effect his eyes have on women, or his manners, or his sultry drawl. It completely mystifies him that women follow him around. He’s mysterious, tall dark and handsome. In one word he’s irresistible.

History: F’shr’s mother was a Weyr drudge who was tumbled one night by a drunk R’lyn. She came up pregnant a few sevendays later but was unsure as to who the father was. Still R’lyn took it upon himself to take her to his father at Taskin Hold. The Lord Holder took her in and a few months later Fishr came into the world. The drudge married a farmer but left her young son at Taskin. Fishr did not meet his father until he was eight turns old, which was when R’lyn came to fetch him back to Southern.

Fishr was turned over to the Headwoman and the crèche, though he knew of Fiano and his father’s relationship. The Weyrwoman was nice to him for his father’s sake and he was genuinely upset when she died. Fishr was a typical child at the Weyr, he got into trouble, pulled pranks, did his chores and genuinely survived. He Impressed Voracth when he was sixteen and went into the wings a turn later.

His rise through the ranks was very quick and by the time he was twenty-five he was the wing-second in the Gaius wing. He didn’t have very much to do outside of the usual patrol since the Weyr was at peace. Voracth rarely won any green flights but then the bronze wasn’t interested in greens. They did sneak north a time or two to try their hand there but they always failed. Now that Isiloth is here, F’shr is trying to go with her back in time. He feels that the South could benefit from his leadership though he is striving to be a separate entity from his father.

-Parents: R’lyn, 52, Weyrleader. Druda, 50, wife.
-Siblings: None that he has ever met.

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Name: Voracth
Color: Bronze
Age:18
Appearance: Voracth is an average sized bronze who doesn’t stand out in anyway except for the multitude of scars that cross his body. Voracth has seen more battle than most other bronzes simply because he’s lucky like that. It seems like no matter what patrol he is on, Voracth is going to be attacked. A handsome true bronze, he’s no better looking than any other bronze and in fact is more than a little plain compared to some of the Weyr’s specimens.
Personality: Voracth is a calm bronze who loves a good fight. He will go out of his way to either get into or watch a fight and he’s not shy about it. He tends to express himself more than his rider which means he usually talks a lot of hot air to F’shr. They work well together in that Voracth compliments F’shr’s inner side that on occasion must make itself known.
History: It was F’shr’s first time standing. R’lyn had finally allowed him to be ‘Searched’ and the young man had been overjoyed. It was at this clutch that two bronzes hatched, one killing a candidate before Impression was made. It was lucky Fishr who was Impressed by said bloody dragon. Since that day the two of them have been nearly inseperable.

They got through Weyrling training intact though they weren’t at the top of the class by no means. As soon as they graduated, F’shr began trying to differentiate himself from his father and his father’s influence. It was hard to do and he still hasn’t succeeded.

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