Denizens of Dragonfire

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E'ben and bronze Zeth
L'rel and green Faralith
Candidate Zisyr

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Status:Accepted
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Name: E'ben
Rank: Bronzerider (Wingsecond?)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing:

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Appearance: E'ben has a classic dragonrider's build, tall and slender, but strong. He stands about 6'0 and he has a limber, wiry build that, while immediately apparent under his baggy clothes, is definitely there. He has gotten thinner since his weyrmate's death, because he often loses his appetite, but the everyday activities of a dragonrider ensure that he will not lose his muscular build.

As far as facial features go, E'ben has rounded, rather young looking features. He could easily pass for a few turns younger than he is, with his round face and wide, gray-blue eyes. He has a smooth face, and the most facial hair he allows to grow is some five-o-clock shadow. His hair is black and curly, and he keeps it short as a good dragonrider should.

Personality: E'ben is a reserved man. He is quiet even around those he knows well, and prefers not to speak unless he has something important to say. He is not a nervous person, and doesn't have any problems with socializing, he is just naturally reticent. As one of the youngest adult bronzeriders at Southern, he is always concerned about whether or not he is being the best rider he can be.

When it comes to personal relationships, E'ben is fiercely loyal. He doesn't open up to too many people, and he prefers to have a tight circle of friends who he is very close to rather than a big group of not-so-close friends. As far as romantic relationships go, E'ben likes to take things slowly. He understands that the dragonriding life sometimes necessitates a one-night stand, but when it comes to serious stuff, he's definitely a one person for life kind of guy. He is very strict about the honor code and he respects women a lot. He does not like the idea of women on greens, not because he thinks that they are too incompetent, but because he believes they should be protected from fighting.

For all of his gentleness within his own Weyr, he will not disobey orders to attack the Northern Weyr and like most riders, he is willing to defend Southern with his life. The fighting saddens him, but he doesn't know how to stop it and until the North sees the "right," it has to continue. He might be a pacifist someday but at the moment he can't really conceptualize a chance at peace.

History: E'ben, born Ereben is the only of son of a miner in Garon Hold, just a one turn before the first bloody battle of Hold Lidal. His mother died in childbirth and he was raised only by his father. Brekin was a harsh man but he cared for his son well, making sure that he was always provided for. He also made sure to instill good principles in Ereben, including the honor code and obedience to Hold Lidal. He was just a baby when the battle happened but he was raised on stories about it.

As a child Ereben was rather shy and quiet, and he had a hard time making friends. He was more interested in the things that came out of the mine than the mining itself, fascinated by the gems Garon produced. At the age of twelve he was apprenticed to a Master Gemcrafter in the Hold. Ereben really enjoyed the Craft and he was on his way to becoming a Journeyman when a Search dragon visited the Hold. Ereben was Searched and he felt that fighting for Southern would be more important than his Craft, so he went.

On the Hatching Grounds, he was shocked to Impress a bronze who called himself Zeth. Despite the surprise of the color, E'ben soon realized that calm, practical Zeth was the perfect dragon for him. He was a good weyrling, studious and a fast learner, and he was drafted into a Wing soon after graduating.

E'ben was appalled when Northern denied Southerners the opportunity to send Queen Candidates for their gold egg. He hadn't wanted it to come to that but he accompanied the Wings to steal the egg.

-Parents:
Brekin- Father, miner, Garon Hold
Nienda- Mother, deceased

-Siblings: All siblings, age, and their ranks/jobs.
-Firelizards: Only Southern characters can be created with Flitts. Northern characters must Impress In Game.
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-Appearance: Three or so sentences
-Personality: Three or so sentences

V.I.D. or V.I.W
Name: Zeth
Color: Bronze
Age: 13
Appearance: Zeth is a medium sized, well proportioned Bronze dragon. His hide is very dark and almost seems black in the right lighting, but when the sunlight hits it, it glimmers just like any Bronze hide. He has swirls of a lighter shade on his wings.
Personality: Zeth is a very calm, logical dragon. He is very methodical and he treats everything in a practical manner. He tends to be an optimist and believes that there must be a solution to everything. Despite his logical nature, he does have a more emotional side. He enjoys socializing with other dragons and will even gossip on occasion. He is especially fond of young things and sometimes even allows human children to play with him.

History: Zeth was the last dragon to hatch. His fellow weyrlings were already being led away when he stumbled onto the hot sand, creeling with hunger. He found E'ben quickly and demanded politely to be fed.

During weyrling training he did not give the Weyrlingmaster much trouble. He was always well behaved and polite, and he encouraged his fellow dragons not to get discouraged when they were having trouble. His calm nature remained after graduation and he has been a dependable dragon in the Wing.

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Status:Accepted

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Name: L’rel
Rank: Dragonrider/Searchrider
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
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Appearance:

L’rel generally has a rumpled-looking appearance. His dirty blond hair is cut short, but its thick strands manage to fly all over the place with all the boy’s activity. His deep blue eyes sit in a well-sculpted face, framed by the kind of lashes a female would cheerfully kill for. If it could be called such, his most unkind feature is his nose (slightly on the big side), but its narrower shape helps detract from its size.

L’rel is one of the taller boys of his age, hovering around the 6’ mark. In build, he’s pretty average- neither fat nor thin, arms and legs in perfect proportion to his torso. He does have the musculature of a working smithcraft apprentice, especially in his arms.

As for clothing, L’rel is purely a pragmatic creature. Whatever’s comfortable and won’t be in the way of his craftwork is fine with him.

Personality:

L’rel is a charming, affable boy who tends to presume everyone else is the same. He knows he’s talented, and is proud of that fact, but it’s just another skill to him. His attention span is an odd creature- if he’s interested in something, he’ll pay rapt attention for candlemarks. If not, nothing in the world can hold this boy’s attention. He’s a daydreamer first class when not sufficiently challenged. It’s part of why the boy hasn’t made journeyman yet.

L’rel has dated a lot of youths, from both genders, who are typically drawn to him either for his sweet nature, or his lack of demand for a ‘relationship’. To be sure, L’rel treats his lovers well, even if he does require prompting for attention sometimes. But he’s a true optimist in love- if one person doesn’t work out, another special someone waits to be discovered right around the corner.

The boy has some pretty big gaps in his social awareness. Unless something is related to his work or his studies, it generally doesn’t make a large impact on his mental radar. He’s almost dragon-bad with remembering names, but remembers other personal details that a lot of people don’t. L’rel loves helping others learn, and will gladly tutor those who need who’ve fallen behind. To him, knowledge is a beautiful thing that should be shared.

History:

L’rel was born Ligerel, to a farmer and his wife beholden to Lidal, and the fifth of ten living children from his father’s first wife. The children before him were all content to learn the farm, and look forward to managing farms of their own one day- either as farmers, or as farmer’s wives. Ligerel endlessly questioned things: why do we plow the fields *this* way? Wouldn’t it be better to build *that* tool to make tending the crops easier?

He got told to ‘just shut up’ a lot early on, and some cuffs when an elder was in the wrong mood to humor his curious nature, but his family generally just accepted that Ligerel was different from the rest of them. He turned thirteen when his oldest siblings were staring to settle onto land of their own, and his father sat him down for a man-to-man talk. It was clear by now that Ligerel was too smart for his own good, and wouldn’t be happy as a farmer, his father said. So he was going to sell the plot of land that he’d been saving for Ligerel’s inheritance to his eldest son, and use the money to send him off to study at the College instead.

Ligerel liked this arrangement just fine. If he had to spent some extra time catching up at first, his quick mind and eagerness for knowledge soon made up for being raised in relative intellectual isolation. He was drawn toward apprenticeship with the smiths, showing an intuitive genius for the design and crafting of weaponry that drew interest from some of the higher-ranking figures at the College.

Ligerel’s talent for weapons crafting became one of the College’s more carefully guarded treasures. Could it be, that some of the more… foreward-thinking minds at the College are already thinking of their positioning in the greater conflict, and keeping back some advantages and rising stars for themselves?

Pure chance led to disaster- from the College’s perspective, at least. When the old queen was still rising, Ligeral had been deliberately held back when the other students were presented for Search. But when a greenrider came in Search for the stolen eggs, Ligeral had escaped his handlers in search of more material to experiment with, and drifted right into the path of the about-to-depart dragon. After excuses and protests by one of the master smiths, the greenrider finally invoked his authority and took Ligeral to the Weyr.

Ligerel himself wasn’t sure how to take this development, until the eggs hatched and he Impresed his lovely Faralith. After his Impression he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, even if he’d have to risk his dragon in the fighting someday.

L'rel and Faralith accompanied the other weyrlings on the timing mission. Nothing of much interest occurred there, except that Faralith grew up and also had her first rising. She was caught by one of the blues also on the mission. She and L'rel returned recently, two turns older.

-Parents:

Father: Relatry, 60, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Mother: Meligra, d.
Step-mother: Tarzella, 20, living at a Lidal farmhold.

-Siblings: All siblings, age, and status.

Relig, 27, living at own Lidal farmhold.
Gralat, 25, living at own Lidal farmhold.
Trymel, 23, living at own Lidal farmhold.
Latra, 21, wife and mother at a Lidal farmhold.
Relmel, 17, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Melry, 15, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Relgra, 13, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Lameli, 11, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Grarel, 5, living at a Lidal farmhold.

Tarzel, 4, living at a Lidal farmhold.
Tryzella, 2, living at a Lidal farmhold.

Firelizards: None

V.I.D.
Name: Faralith
Color: green
Appearance: Of middling size, Faralith is extremely beautiful, even for green standards. She has a dainty, precise body, and regular proportions. Her neck is slender, her head angular. Her wings are shorter than the average dragon’s wings, but somehow they add to her dainty appearance. Her hide is shiny, as if it were some kind of Terran porcelain. Her coloring is dark, a dark forest green, with odd light green swirls mixing with it. Her wingsails are colored that odd light green.

Personality: Faralith is a very dreamy dragon. She is often seen with what could be a draconic far-off look, showing on her face. She is very forgetful, too, even forgetting what she has just said. She is also very flirty, which is bad because she forgets when she flirts. Because of that, she usually flirts excessively, and gets very annoying after a while.

History: A medium-sized egg that had been rocking violently for the past three minutes suddenly stopped shaking. It stood, still, for a couple seconds before the bottom was blown out. As the egg rocked sideways, a small green dragonet slid from the bottom. She rolled all over, the egg goo picking up sand and making her green, dainty form seem more sand-colored. She rolled to a stop and got up, shakily. She trudged to the candidate lines and looked up at one person. Her eyes grew dreamy, Oh, mine! Faralith has found you!

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Status: Approved -Sai
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Name: Zisyr (Z'syr)
Rank: Candidate (taken from North)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
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Appearance: Scrawny and standing at about 5'6, Zisyr doesn't strike the most imposing figure. He is almost unhealthily thin although his time in the Weyr has allowed him to gain some weight. He has angular, pinched features. His nose has a bump on it from having been broken in a fight a few turns ago.

He has black hair that falls messily around his face. His eyes are dark brown and often alive with mischief. Zisyr has a good poker face and knows how to keep his emotions from showing in his body language.

Personality: Zisyr looks out for himself. He is fiercely independent and believes that there is only one person he can truly depend on: himself. He isn't opposed to making friends, he just doesn't trust them. That isn't to say that Zisyr himself is the most trustworthy person. He isn't afraid to lie for his own gain.

Zisyr presents an outward front of meek obedience but in reality it takes a lot to earn his respect. He'll suck up to an authority figure and then start making rude impressions of them the second they turn their back. He has a sarcastic sense of humor sometimes bordering on meanness.

He isn't an optimist, but he is also extremely stubborn and not one to give up. Zisyr isn't so much a "make lemonade" person as a "make lemonade and then spike it" type of person. Sure, things usually don't turn out the way you wanted, but there's no point in moping about it.

He views the war as a game, a dangerous one, but a game nonetheless. The one thing he disagrees most with in Southern politics is that they don't allow women to do anything of consequence. Zisyr simply believes that everyone should pull their weight and do the work, man or woman, and he doesn't see any problems with women on fighting dragons.

History: Zisyr was born in Fort Hold, the son of drudges who were the children of drudges. He had a short childhood because as soon as he was old enough, he had to help look after his younger siblings. When he wasn't looking after his brothers and sisters he was getting into trouble, fighting with other holdbrats or stealing sweets from the kitchen.

At the age of 11 he was already put to work as a drudge himself. He was given more difficult tasks with every year and by the time he reached his teens he was doing an adult's work. Zisyr was an unscrupulous drudge who was not averse to stealing things from the quarters he cleaned or lying to his superiors for his own gain.

Shortly after his 17th birthday, he was sweeping the courtyard when a dragon landed. Zisyr approached the dragon without fear and asked to become a candidate. Even risking his life in a battle seemed better than being a drudge for the rest of his life.

-Parents:[/b
Zimraka, drudge, Fort Hold- mother
Dynather, drudge, Fort Hold- father
-Siblings:
Zelen- brother, age 19, drudge
Kalera, sister, age 18, drudge
Linul, brother, age 13, drudge
Kimery, brother, age 10, Holdbrat
Kenye, sister, age 7, Holdbrat
Etori, sister, age 6, Holdbrat
-Firelizards: None