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Name: D'mon
Rank: Bronze
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Wing: Scarlet Warriors
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Appearance: D'mon has a rather haughty appearance.He has a very strong chin,upon which is a neatly trimmed goatee.His face is rather rectangular and his eyes are spaced pretty wide apart.These almond shaped eyes burn an intense hazel, often narrowed in a scowl.On his high held head he has short cropped hair.His thick,curly tresses are dark brown.
His clothes compliment his dark skin, as he wears a range of light greens and blues.His shirts often hang loosely from his broad frame.Due to his impressive height of five feet, eleven inches he sports rather large feet.His square toes enjoy the breeze through his worn and loved wherrie hide sandals.He takes great pride in grooming himself, so he will seldom be seen with a strand out of place or a fleck of dirt.
Personality: D'mon is haughty and vain.He is proud of his position and flaunts his authority as often as possible.This charming man festers with hatred and a thirst for revenge.He demands respect and gets it from his riders,who fear his tongue as much as any lash.He despises being bound to Lidal Hold and wishes to free the weyr from this menace.He has no close friends,except for his dragon.
Only when alone with his dragon,does the man show a tender side.He will often pass the idle hour gazing at his beloved bronze .In regards to women, he just sees them as a way to continue the bloodline and treats them accordingly.He has sired many children,but treats them as pests.He scorns the lower ranked riders,but knows they're necessary to the Weyr and his plans.
He remembers the days that Dragon Riders ruled Pern and he wants that glory for himself.He is cunning and selfish and will stop at nothing to see his dream come true and plots in silence,biding his time until the day Southern Weyr is free.He actually supports the war with Northern Weyr, because the dragons once again have purpose.Since Thread is no more, he finds a purpose in battle and will do most anything to see it continue.He wants the Weyr to one day be employed by Holders and support themselves.
History: D'mon was born in weyr and his mother was a resident of the lower cavern,so she didn't have to give up her babe.His father was a brown rider,who was an avid story teller.D'mon's childhood was that of a typical weyrbrat.He helped care for the herdbeasts and he did kitchen duties.When his father had time, he would take his son aside and tell him about Pern's past.
The boy was most interested in Thread and past weyrleaders.His father was prideful of the history of the dragon riders and wanted his son to share that pride.Both dreamed of achieving the glory of past riders such as F'lar and F'nor.His father finally got the chance in the battle of Southern Boll.The brown rider died in the resulting skirmish when D'mon was five Turns old.
D'mon vowed to avenge his father and he bided his time,waiting for his turn at Impression.When he first came of age, he was not Searched.For many Turns,he was not Searched.Finally at the age of seventeen Turns, he was Searched and Impressed.He excelled in his classes and advanced quickly.Now awaits his turn at making history.
-Parents: Brown rider D'borth(deceased) and Kitchen drudge Moanna(deceased)
-Siblings: none
-Firelizards: none



V.I.D.
Name: Hatath
Color: Bronze
Appearance: This dragon is medium sized at thirty seven feet long.He has more homely features for a dragon and larger nostrils than most.His large eyes are set well on the side of his head and often whirl a sedate blue.His soft hide shines a bronze that seems more on the copper end of the spectrum.His hide seems to resemble agouti ticking,with three shades of bronze on each scale.
Personality: He is a very quiet and humble dragon.He tries his hardest in whatever his rider asks of him,but is never boastful.He disapproves of his Bonded's ambitions,but goes along with it anyway.He is easily swayed with a pretty explanation and doesn't really have much of an opinion on anything.He isn't the brightest dragon,but he is very loyal to his Bonded.Hatath at first was swayed by his rider's tales of bravery and the glory that is war.But after seeing a Northern dragon,he isn't quite sure that he will be able to kill in battle.After all, these dragons look the same as his weyrmates.
History: Hatath was born in the middle of the Hatching.The bright dragon was unnoticed by most,as he was rather small at birth.His awkward wings smacked many a hopeful boy as he scrambled through the crowd.Frantic to find His,he bowled over a boy and accidentally clawed him.Finally, a boy approached the bronze directly.The boy reached up and caressed the wedge shaped head,even before the dragon revealed his name.With a mighty shout and a large grin, D'mon announced
"His name is Hatath!"
The poor bronze was very awkward and gangly for most of his training.Though his rider was perfect and thorough in his lesson,Hatath held them both back as he filled into his gaunt frame.Near the end of their weyrling lessons,Hatath had filled out and could fly as well as the dragons who had matured long before he.Once he was out of his weyrling phase,he became a more out going beast and gained confidence.

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Status: Accepted - Sai

Name: Tidur (T'dur)
Rank: Candidate
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference:Homo
Wing: none

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Appearance:The boy is short for his age and will remain so for the rest of his life.He is rather wiry and has an unfinished look about him.He has broad shoulders however,that will fill out into a stocky.At the moment,he is underweight and scrawny.
He has a very round face.Handsome,but in a more childish and innocent way.He has piercing blue eyes that just bore into the soul,but not intentionally.Once a person gets over the shock, all they see are friendly baby blues.Tidur has rather thin lips,but when he smiles, he lights the room.Framing his face are strands of silky bay hair,naturally high lighted by the sun.When referring to the boy,many will call fragile or puppy-looking.These words accurately describe the poor boy.He could not pull off the look of a ruffian if he tried.Not that he'd want to.
He wears dull clothes.Many patches and tears line his thin wherry hides.His shoes nibbled with holes.He has the worst posture and has a ingrained habit of drawing in on himself,even when walking.This essentially renders him invisible,just the way he likes it.

Personality: Tidur is very quiet and prefers to be in a corner unseen.He rarely smiles and his face carries the burden of constant worry.He has pride in few things that he does and is his own worst critic.Often he will sit and contemplate his short comings for hours,lamenting the fact that he was born.He feels himself useless and a waste of time and wonders why anyone would care for him.Can't they see he robs Pern of precious oxygen?
He is very modest and soft spoken,but when he sees a wher or other animal,he lights up and the smallest of smiles will grace his lips.He knows where the itchy spots are and soothe almost any fractious beast. He is stubborn about achieving his goals and will try his hardest to see them through,though sometimes his low self esteem gets in the way.
Weaknesses: He has a low self confidence. Bullies also seem to zero in on the poor boy,as if he releases some sort of scent. He is physically weak as well and underweight for his height.He is also very small. He feels like he is unworthy of love and kindness.
Strengths: Tidur is quick on his feet and a fast thinker,though not the smartest.He makes up for his physical weakness with a tenacity that rivals a mule. He is a fair cook as well. Decent at handling beasts.
He puts his hands in his pockets and looks down when talking to people,especially when he is nervous.He tends to glance at people rather then look at them.In this he resembles a kicked pup.
He likes to cook. Wants to learn how to ride a runnerbeast someday...Or could he hope for a dragon?

History:
Tidur was born to a homely woman,an unwanted Flight child. His first four Turns of life were okay.His mom was not tender or loving,but she made sure he was fed and alive. The woman grew to resent the boy that drained her of marks she could be spending on herself and started taking it out on the child.It started with sniping comments and escalated to blows.The poor little boy would come out of her fits bruised and sobbing,wondering why his mother would do this.Soon,she wasn't referring to the boy by his name,but by degrading names."It" was a common choice,but her favorite was "Useless".
The Hold boys picked up on the mother's disgust at her child and resumed the abuse where she left off.Tidur was tormented by names and shoves.Once he was even shoved in herd beast dung.Another torture was his face.He had uncommon features and beauty which the children just couldn't relate.If something is different and the children see it as negative,well,they can become cruel things.Names such as faerie and homo followed him in his teen years.Homosexuality is considered blasphemous in the Hold,due to no production of children.Why should a good viable man or woman consent to such behavior?
So Tidur grew up believing he was wrong to like boys,useless, unworthy of recognition. He escaped to the kitchens to wash dishes and keep away from his mother.He was a bust boy until a chef noticed Tidur's fascination with the food.The kindly chef let the boy try his hand at some easy recipes and soon the boy was cooking more advanced food.Stunned by the attention and kindness the chef showed him,the little brunette showed up every day,despite the ridicule and disgust of his peers and mother.
But this was not to last.A green visited the small Hold and found the boy a worthy Candidate.Not wanting to disappoint or anger anyone,he left with the dragon,much to the relief of his mother.For five Turns he waited,cleaning and cooking.Though he had the great opportunity of discovering the being gay was okay, he was lonely in the large Weyr and always heart broken when a dragon Betweened in battle.
Now Tidur awaits a clutch and a partner.Hoping to matter to something or someone.

-Parents:
Unknown Man-Drudge-Father-47
Lara-Drudge-Mother-46

-Siblings: none

Vixtryth


Color: Green (83C178 - FAFBF9)
Egg: The Light of a Fading Star
Impressed to: T'dur

Appearance: Vixtryth is extraordinarily small, as greens go, and very slight and wiry. Her hide is a pale jade green, marked along her hindquarters, to the right, with what appears to be a faded, off-white star. Her wings are long and broad, and her tail is slender and whippish. She is delicate and frail in appearance, as few, even among greens, ever are, but it is a deceptive appearance. There is strength in her small, wiry muscles, if there is little endurance. Though not the most graceful
of greens, Vixtryth does well for herself, anyhow, and she is extraordinarily swift.
Personality: Vixtryth is proud, as are most of Isiloth and Hatath's children, and passionate, as are most greens. A veritable spitfire (in more ways than one), the creature appoints herself well, with a delicate step and a proud inclination of her head. She is also warm, open, and affectionate, which is not common among her siblings. There are few that Vixtryth does not like, and she has a genuinely well-intentioned, heartwarming demeanour.