Character's name: Kellven.
Gender: male.
Age: 68 turns.
Rank: senior Weyrhealer.
Haircolor: dark grey.
Eyecolor: brown.
Complexion: medium.
Height: 1.8 meters.
Personality: Bright and vibrant even at 68 turns of age, Kellven is a very nice man who can sometimes take his work to seriously. A widower, he has no children - and for the most part, has little patience with apprentices. He generally places their burden on one of his assistants.
Background: Born and raised at Hinarth WeyrHold, he was the result of a mating flight and was quickly fostered off. Kellven was trained at the Hinarth Healer Hall before being stationed at a minor hold three days south of Snow Valley for sixteen turns until gaining his masters title and moved to a bigger hold. Before coming to FarNorth twenty two turns ago, Kellven was at Snow Valley Hold and married to a woman named Aidra who died during the winter. He was named senior weyrhealer of FarNorth fifteen turns ago.

Character's name: Laered.
Gender: male.
Age: 36 turns.
Rank: lower caverns worker (manager of storage caverns).
Haircolor: dark blonde
Eyecolor: green-brown.
Complexion: Natural bronze.
Height: 6'1"
Personality: Laered, for the most part, is a cool, collected man who enjoys being in charge of the storage caverns. While he does suffer from separation anxiety disorder when he leaves FarNorth Weyr, while at his birthplace and home he is perfectly normal. A failed candidate, he has no regrets for never Impressing - over the years he has found that he would probably not have been successful as a rider. Weyrmated to assistant cook Mekka, he dotes over his two children - fourteen turn old Lorris and eleven turn old Markel, both sons. He is smart and creative, and knows how to be efficient. He loves to boast about his Satrissa, Lerpa (proven stud and father of eight litters) and new puppy Mollo. Laered refuses to leave the Weyr for the most part, but even he does not know why he hates to leave.
Background: The son of a laundry worker and a bronze rider (whose dragon won a green’s mating flight, but since the green’s rider was weyr mated, needed a stand in - IE his mother), Laered was raised in the FarNorth creche by foster mother Teona. Laered began to show signs of his separation anxiety disorder when Teona took him to a gather when he was eight turns old at FarNorth Hold, and he began to freak out and demanded to go back to the Weyr. Laered has only left the Weyr about three times since then, all of them hard experiences. He weyrmated Merka, an assistant cook, when he was only twenty turns old and together they gave birth to daughter Dimia two turns later, follored by Lorris. Right after the birth of his youngest son Markel, he was appointed manager of the storage caverns. He purchased his first Satrissa, Lerpa, and soon was very popular among the rest of the Weyr population. Currently his oldest children are candidates and his youngest son wants to become a healer, but is too young to apprentice just yet. His weyrmate is currently pregnant with their fourth child.
Other information: Laered has separation anxiety disorder (relating to FarNorth Weyr)

Pet's name: Lerpa.
Age: 10 turns.
Type: canine. (Satrissa)
Gender: male.
Pet’s name: Mollo
Age: 7 months.
Type: canine (Satrissa)
Gender: female

Character's name: Chikor.
Gender: male.
Age: 23 turns.
Rank: assistant cook.
Haircolor: red.
Eyecolor: brown.
Complexion: light, easily sunburned.
Height: 1.9 meters.
Personality: Very loving and charming, Chikor is the type of man women would want to take home to their parents - cool, collected, romantic, and also protecting of his woman’s honor. He has enough courage to support him, but not too much that he is too bold to be offensive. Chikor is bright and very artistic about cooking, and enjoys his job a lot, but his first love currently since he has no love interests are his felines. Qerif has been his almost constant companion for seven turns since he found her wandering around a storage cavern.

Background: The younger sibling of greenrider Teleya and bronzerider D’kerian, Chikor was the third child of two cooks called Desrikor and Teleria. Unlike most weyrbrats, Chikor did not take an extreme interest in wanting to be a dragonrider - he enjoyed working with his parents and cooking a lot more than sneaking into the hatching caverns. And unlike his siblings, he had no intention of becoming a dragonrider. Even though he stood for a few hatchings after his twelfth birthingday, he decided instead to become a cook. He loved creating new recipes and coming up with new things. His sister Teleya Impressed green Chiyaranth, followed by his brother Dakerian Impressing the bronze Acorrath, and even then Chikor had no problems with not being a candidate. He enjoys the life of a cook to the fullest, and hopes one day to start a family of his own. He currently shares a room with another male support worker and his two felines Qerif and Miroal. Chikor is close to his sister Teleya, frequently paying her visits and taking favors by giving her extra helpings of food in exchange for the greenrider ferrying him places to buy special ingriedients.

Pet's name: Qerif.
Age: 7 turns.
Type: feline.
Gender: female.

Pet's name: Miroal.
Age: 6 turns.
Type: feline.
Gender: female.

Character's name: Saiani.
Gender: female.
Age: 52 turns.
Rank: Headwoman.
Haircolor: dark blonde, some grey.
Eyecolor: brown with grey speckles.
Complexion: medium.
Height: 1.74 meters.

Character's name: Saoin.
Gender: female.
Age: 37 turns.
Rank: goldrider.
Haircolor: dark chocolate brown.
Eyecolor: brown with amberish speckles.
Complexion: dark.
Height: 1.74 m.

Dragon's name: Jhanvith.
Age: 17 turns.
Color: gold.
Dam/Sire: gold Tillanth/ bronze Steth.

Adoptable only with BoD approval

Character's name: Teleya
Gender: female/bisexual
Age: 29
Rank: wingrider
Haircolor: dark brown, wavy, shoulder-length
Eyecolor: brown
Complexion: naturally tan, golden color
Height: 5'4"
Personality: Teleya is brighter than normal, but she can rarely make any contributions to any effort that haven't already been thought up. Her main problem is that she doesn't think outside of the box, ever. However, she is sweet and tries to make an effort to help out any way she can. Teleya dislikes children a lot, and cannot stand to be around them for more than a few minutes at a time. She is bisexual.
Background: Born at FarNorth Weyr to a pair of cooks, Teleya grew up emersed in the life of the Weyr and decided that she wanted to be a dragonrider when she was young. She became a candidate the first opportunity she could, and Impressed the green Chiyaranth when she was 16. She was in the middle of her Weyrling class and was glad to see that her dragon was not one of the greens who was fertile after her first mating flight. Thanks to her careful considerations, Teleya has not ended up pregnant after Chiyaranth's mating flights. Today Teleya is still at FarNorth Weyr, and is still a wingrider.
Other Info: sister of Chikor

Dragon's name: Chiyaranth
Age: 13
Color: green
Dam/Sire: Tillanth/Drudath
Other Info: Chiyaranth is a light seafoam green, about 25 feet in length. She is not fertile.

Character's name: S'jahn.
Gender: male.
Age: 26 turns.
Rank: bluerider.
Haircolor: dark brown.
Eyecolor: medium brown.
Complexion: medium.
Height: 1.78 m.
Personality: Bubbly and fun-loving, S'jahn enjoys a good time with his friends and can turn any time into a time to have some fun. He doesn't really enjoy taking things seriously and sometimes can make the best of bad situations such as deaths and serious injuries. Even though he is hallbred he is very openminded about things relating to the Weyr, and he has never had any problems accepting the openess about those who are weyrbred. In fact, S'jahn has become quite understanding and relaxed about his own nature. He is bisexual.

Background: Silajahn was born to Senior Journeyman Harper Tulcrit and his wife Jalasa at the FarNorth Harper Hall, the second of three sons. He never really seemed to enjoy life as a hallbrat, and he more was keen to follow around the holdbrats on their adventures that were much more interesting than the hallbrats trying to catch old tunnelsnakes. Instead, along with the holdbrats they would pull pranks on unsuspecting visitors and take adventures to hotsprings, caves, etc. There was no doubt in Silajahn's mind that being a harper was not the life for him, so when he was apprenticed to the Harpers he was not very happy. He would mope around and do his work half-heartedly. At age 14 he was Searched and taken to the Weyr.

Silajahn did not Impress his first few times, and rejection was not doing him very well. He was considering returning to the Harper Hall to submit to his life, but he instead Impressed a blue dragonet named Ykath. S'jahn threw away his harper apprenticeship and fell straight into the life of the Weyr. His blue caught a green from their class on her first life, exposing S'jahn at only 17 to sex. It changed him, making him more open and free about his own self, something that has stayed with him. After graduating weyrling training he was put into the Stormforce Wing where he has been ever since. He has not had any major events except some close calls in threadfall which have resulted in minor injuries. Ykath has fared worse, resulting in a giant scar on his left flank that is still a reddish pink compared to his light blue hide.

Dragon's name: Ykath. (EE-kath)
Age: 11 turns.
Color: blue.
Dam/Sire: green Ginith/brown Lidreth.

Character's name: Burel
Gender: male.
Age: 72 turns
Rank: Hold steward
Haircolor: light gray
Eyecolor: brown.
Complexion: medium, some age spots
Height: 5'9"
Personality: Wisened with age, Burel is a good advisor to Aurius and knows a thing or two about life that the middle-aged Lord Holder doesn't. Like his Lord, he's on his third wife - a young woman named Hadrila who is actually a second cousin of Aurius. Even through his turns he knows a thing or two about living life to the fullest. He is already a great grandfather of two by his first wife Insara, and he acts like a twenty turn old with them. He's a highly competent steward, and there is no doubt that he loves his job. He knows that soon his day will come, and he is already training one of his sons, Zaltrin, to take over his job when he becomes too old to carry on.

Background: A cousin of Aurius' father Ingol by his mother Tola, Ingol's aunt, and her husband Moltrihan, Burel was fostered to the steward of Snow Valley Hold for ten turns until he returned to work with the current steward of FarNorth, a man named Haldik. It was the plan all along that Burel would one day be Ingol's steward, but he didn't get his turn until Haldik died during the winter when Burel was twenty eight turns old. Along with receiving the stewardship, he also received wife Insara, a daughter of a Snow Valley's steward. Burel and Insara were married for twenty turns, producing six children, until Insara died of the Valley Flu, a virulent strain going around FarNorth that winter, along with his youngest son Chilas. Burel quickly remarried a woman named Viala, who herself died of the Valley Flu only three turns later after only one daughter. This was during the time that Aurius was inheriting the Lordship and marrying Burel's own daughter Loramai, his older daughter, and Burel waited until he was sixty five to remarry, this time a very young woman (only nineteen turns to his sixty five) named Hadrila, daughter of Aurius' deceased brother Jalton. In the seven turns they have been married, they have already had three daughters and one son.

Pet's name: Tosca
Age: 3
Type: Ebriel Retriever
Gender: female

Character's name: Olvis
Gender: M
Age: 18
Rank: Drudge (FarNorth Hold)
Haircolor: dark brown, cropped
Eyecolor: Dark brown
Complexion: Medium
Height: 5'8
Personality: Olvis is an opinionated, spiteful young man who does not really enjoy companionship - either man or beast. He's been relegated to drudgery because of his personality, and sometimes he thinks about giving revenge to his parents for choosing this life for him. He can be described as a malignant ulcer on society, but he is not as bad as some think. He's actually not that bad of a person, since he never would kill anyone on purpose without a reason. He's no sociopath. He really was not that bad until his twelfth turn, when he became a drudge

Background: The fourth child of six to a wood carver and weaver, Olvis was raised like all children - running around, lessons from the hold harper, etc. When he was twelve, though, instead of apprenticing out his parents instead put him in the charge of former Headwoman Jolkia. Olvis thought that he would just become a worker at the hold, but that was incorrect - he was put straight into drudgery, serving food, doing the dirty work, being an all around flunky. He was never Searched, never apprenticed, never married - always serving food and cleaning the middens. He's had a life that he would not wish on his worst enemy, unless those were his parents. His father has since been promoted to Master Woodcarver and his oldest brother a Sr. Journeyman Tailor, and that has made him even more bitter.

Character's name: M'nir
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Rank: wingrider
Haircolor: dark brown
Eyecolor: brown
Complexion: medium
Height: 5’6

Personality: An overgrown child at time, M'nir loves to flirt and have a good time. He’s free with winks and jokes, and thanks that blues are the underdogs of the weyr and need more respect. He's as gay as possible - he chases the men like he's crazy. He likes his Klah hot and his bed partners hotter, and loves a variety of activities. But there is a serious streak too. When it comes to taking care of Iaketh then he’s all business. He’s diligent about checking straps and hide, but he knows how to have a good time, too. He enjoys gathers and wing get-togethers.

Background: Born at FarNorth to a green and blue rider, Maleera and T'rec, Marnir was the second child of the pair before T'rec was transferred to Snow Valley Weyr. He started dreaming of being a dragonrider before he even knew what one was. The great beast always holding a place of awe in his mind. His parents were heroes to him, even if he barely knew who they were. As he grew older he found himself hitting puberty and having strange feelings. Not for the women, but the men of FarNorth. Being raised in the weyr he knew what it meant so it didn’t bother him, he just didn’t announce it. By this time he was a veteran candidate of eight turns, already twenty turns old and still standing. Low and behold, right when Marnir was going to give up and take a position as a Weyr guard, Brolath broke out of a pretty swirled shell and almost into the lap of the young man, announcing his name and that he was hungry to all present. M'nir graduated near the top of his class and was selected by the Weyrleader's wing, becoming a Stormfury(the nickname of the member of the Stormfury Wing). Since then M'nir has taken a weyrmate (Wingthird F'var of the Windrage Wing), left the Weyrmate, fathered a child in a mating flight by another Wingthird (Denedra of Windfire), and even had his blue catch the green of his good friend Ayaluka a couple of times, even though both have had stand-ins. M'nir has had no major threadfall injuries, and he considers himself lucky.

Dragon's name: Brolath
Age: 15
Color: blue
Dam/Sire: green Ginith/brown Freth
Other Info: A flirt, like his rider, Brolath will chase anything that flies, even a Queen.

Character's name: Keljorie
Gender: female
Age: 24
Rank: lower caverns worker
Haircolor: Brown
Eyecolor: Green
Complexion: fair
Height: 5’4”
Personality: Keljorie is a very demanding and high maintenance woman. She believes that she should have more to her life than being a lowly worker because she is the granddaughter of a Weyrwoman and a one-time Weyrleader, V'lodris, and will make sure everyone knows about it. Keljorie always tries to get her way and will never rest until she does. She uses her lineage to lure bed partners and to justify why she should be in a better posistion than she is, but mostly she is ignored. With a quick temper and a fairly good mind, Keljorie could be someone unwise to cross because who knows what she might do.

Background: The granddaughter of former Weyrwoman Anjorie (rider of gold Fysaith) and Weyrleader V'lodris, and the daughter of deceased bronzerider K'loris and creche worker Maldaisa, Keljorie was born in the weyr, has never left the weyr and will more than likely die in the weyr. From an early age Keljorie, has learn the layouts and the functions with in the weyr and has always dreamed of being a more major center point. She has always demanded attention, but never gotten it due to her character and perhaps that is why she doesn’t like her brother Kelatrius for his easier going and more acceptable behavior. Keljorie stood as a candidate as soon as she was old enough but even thought she stood until her 23rd year, but she didn’t even attract a green her way. She wanted a gold so badly and to be a weyrwoman with all the weyr at her beck and call, but it was never meant to be and think all Faranth that it came out that way. Her mind set was so focused on becoming a dragonrider and she never tried anything else even with her mother telling her she should. So she inevitable became a lower cavern worker after she blew her chance at ever becoming anything successful.

Character's name: Hythroan
Gender: male
Age: 19
Rank: Candidate
Hair color: light brown
Eye color: hazel
Complexion: fair
Height: 5’6”
Personality: Hythroan is a very indecisive character and is often a good person to poll around. He regards what others feel about him very high and always likes to stay on people’s good side no matter what. In security riddles Hythroan and he will do almost anything to make a friend and to keep them. Perhaps this habit of wanting to be accepted started in response that he never seemed to gain the attention he seeked as a child. Hythroan has a very low self esteem which often causes a great roller coaster of emotions. When he was younger, Hythroan use to be worse, but he has slowly come around to be his own man after a few times where people have taken advantage of him. However, Hythroan is a good fellow with a good since of responsibility that often get in the way others plans for him even though his backbone is often hidden.

Background: Hythroan was born to a hunter Hermiani and his second wife Thrinna. With three children from the first wife, who died during childbirth and four other siblings from his mother, Hythroan was lost with in the mix of a busy, poor household filled with mouths to feed. His family lived in a secluded neck of the woods in small minor holding that really doesn’t deserve the name of hold. Only few other families lived along with them and the band made up a small if not efficient hunting force that was able to keep the little holding feed and some to provide to the larger hold for payment for certain supervisions.

Hythroan spent the first of his years in strict competition with his siblings and with that of the other children over toys, attention and hand me downs, as was the way of this little holding. Hythroan was lost in the shuffle as the more demanding and confident children where often in the eyes of their nearly worn down parents. Of course his mother wanted he best for her children and to give each of them her love, but it was almost impossible with eight of them and a husband that had to hunt nearly every day to afford the things that the need. So once Hythroan was of an age to be useful as like all boys at 12 in the holding, he begun to help out with the hunters. At first there wasn’t much he could do, but as he grew older and stronger he became more confident in his ability as a hunter and was actually good at the hunt.

At 15, he was allowed to come with his father and a few other hunters to sell their hides and extra produce to the larger hold. It was a sort of long journey and the hunters when only on certain intervals because of the length. Life at the small hunting hold was pretty much routine and Hythroan continued to become stronger at hunting and going with his father to sell their catch. One time when he went up to hold at 17, a rider was there. It was his first time to ever see a dragon and he was just lucky enough to capture that glimpse, but that was not all. The green seemed to notice Hythroan and singled him out to his discomfort. The seemingly huge green looked down her nose at him as her rider came running out to see why his green was causing a commotion. Well that event up Hythroan in the eye of his father and that of the weyr as the greenrider offered to take the young man to FarNorth Weyr to stand his chance at the next hatching. Well the prospect and honor of having a son go to the weyr was overwhelming to his parents, but all able-bodied people where needed at their holding. With much discussing, his mother finally convinced Hermiani to allow their son to go to the weyr.

That month, he and his father set out on a special journey to the hold and for the first time in his live, Hythroan was the only one his fathers attention was set on that was not disciplinary and for the first time in his life Hermiani spoke the words to his middle son, ‘Im proud of you boy. You’ll do just fine.’ So with these good words, Hythroan left his family for his father had to get back to the rest to help out with the hunt and he was allow in the hold. The day after the same greenrider came to pick Hythroan up along with another prospective candidate and was transferred to the weyr. Hythroan has resided at the weyr for two years now and what a shock things where at first. Three times have he been the butt of a sever prank and two has he been the scapegoat, but he is quickly gaining the knowledge needed to live in this packed environment with more people than he have ever seen. In the next hatching he is determined to impress even though he has been left standing for two times so far.

Character's name: B’vorak
Gender: male
Age: 36
Rank: Weyrlingmaster’s Assistant
Haircolor: light brown
Eyecolor: light blue
Complexion: tan
Height: 6’7”
Personality: B’vorak is a cantankerous aging dragonrider of a near similar bronze dragon, Kilbeth. While when he was young, he was quite agreeable and was actually quite popular with the ladies and friendly with his fellow riders, but now he doesn’t do much but yell orders and is very angry. The debilitation of his dragon and himself caused him to be this way. After the accident, B’vorak and his dragon where slow to recover mentally from the shock and quickness the event happened and left the pair near death. While they both recovered, the fact that both of them where misshapen and can no longer perform the duties of a dragonrider or with that divulge in the enjoyment of this wonderful union, made them bitter. Rancor tinged the once great bronze Kilbeth and like wise B’vorak has become antisocial and spiteful. For a while B’vorak rejected any comfort with other people and remained bitter in his self forced exclusion, but with the realization that nothing can change the events of the past, B’vorak accepted responsibility for the event and for his place in the weyr. For now he is content in working himself hard in order to loose himself in thought of usefulness and the same goes for his dragon. While still able to use their wits and experience to teach the young, the bronze pair is limited to the ground. He regards others an unable to understand and not many people are compatible enough with him for B’vorak to loosen up and talk more freely too.

Background: Born in Auslukan hold to Bayvie, the niece of the holder, and her husband, Karoc, a successful hunter of that area, B’vorak grew up a relatively happy child. Then Balvorak, he added his father with his trade with the help of his older brother while his younger sister was expected to help their mother with her trade as a seamstress. His father was traditionalist and even though Balvorak’s sister desired to help like her two brothers, his father forbid it and his mother would not cross her husband. So Balvorak was raised in a highly traditionalistic home and grew strong in his suspected role as a hunter and the supporter. At fifteen, a dragon from Snow Valley Weyr came to Auslukan on search and no one have thought that Balvorak would turn out to be acceptable for dragons. Being a man of his own ways, Balvorak went to the weyr with a few other chosen young men even if his presence was needed with his family.

Balvorak thrived in the environment of the Weyr even though he often voiced his opinion about what a woman was good for. While he didn’t directly say it, Balvorak didn’t approve of women on any other dragon than a gold and refused to make any lasting friendships with the women he though where in violation of their natural roles. His desire of becoming a dragonrider kept him there as a candidate and also kept his mouth shut for the most part about his feelings. He didn’t impress until his 17th turn however, but the wait was worth it when a tiny bronze came to him. B’vorak formed an extremely strong bond with his bronze Kilbeth over the years of their weyrlinghood and the pair where exceptionally bright. B’vorak graduated with no problem and seemed to have a brilliant future as a bronzerider. He fit the role quite well and was determined to be a propionate figure in the weyr so he started with his newly assigned wing.

While B’vorak tried to gain the respect of the elder riders, Kilbeth grew in to a quite impressive bronze. His dark hide was attractive and he was a good side for bronzes. Bravery in threadfall was no problem for them and they were complete show offs most of the time. Sometimes their action proved a little fool hearted and at times just plain dangerous, B’vorak never put his dragon in jeopardy. In fact, Kilbeth was just as an adventure seeker as his rider and rallied the youth on. Being placed in the wingsecond position when he was 20, calmed the pair down slightly with the extra responsibility placed on them. At 25, B’vorak and Kilbeth where transferred to FarNorth in a rider exchange that happened so often and B’vorak was extremely excited to be going to new territory. That first year there, B’vorak and Kilbeth made a name for themselves with the regular FarNorth wing and made many friends. He soon met many lovely ladies of which he adored enough to plant his seed accidentally. The first year he was there a son was born to him and the next year twin girls with another woman. Well of course he was not expected to raise the children and had not much to do with his offspring, but of course he did not forget they where their and even loved them.

At 30 turns of age, B’vorak transfer was made final as he was advanced to wingleader of Night Wing. His sense of responsibility grew and he seemed fit for the job. Kilbeth and B’vorak seemed to take the new title in stride. At 13, Kilbeth caught his first queen, a momentous achievement for the young male. Although he was notorious at catching the greens, Kilbeth had not yet had the chance of catching a queen until now. The clutch was a good side and Kilbeth was smug as can be. B’vorak’s live seemed to be as good as it could get and for three years he and his bronze lived as a wingleader and gained experience at leadership.

On his 34th name day, there happened to be threadfall and B’vorak lead his wing unto battle with the age-old fiend that plagued Pern. In his prim and full of strength, the pair had nothing much to worry about. They have been doing this for years now and nothing could ever surprise them, or so they though. Perhaps it was overconfidence or just plain bad luck, but while blinking out of between Kilbeth swiped a large tangle of thread spores and jerked his wing up fast enough to send his in a barrel roll. Distracted and trying to balance himself, Kilbeth did not notice a larger clump coming down on top of him and his rider. B’vorak didn’t notice it too for it happened to fast and the sear on Kilbeth’s wing was occupying his concentration. Before Kilbeth was even turned up right, the clump hit him just under the wing by his rear right leg. Roaring with pain, the bronze transferred himself to the weyr, but he was turned oddly and already badly burned. His right wing’s main sail was tattered and his searing hindered with the massive threadscore all along his right side. Kilbeth entered the air to low to the ground and landed harder than he intended to. The awkwardness of his landing caused the bronze to roll over on to his left wing when his legs gave way from him during landing. The wing’s elbow joint failed and the break so bad that Kilbeth would never fly again if he lived at all.

It to nearly a turn for Kilbeth to recover from the wounds they received. B’vorak’s legs where burned by the thread and he healed quickly enough but would always have a limp on his left leg from the impact of their landing. Kilbeth’s left wing was shattered and had to be splinted closed for any repair at all. An infection set in to the bones that where exposed to the air and unfortunately, Kilbeth’s wing could not be saved. While the healers where lucky enough not to have to amputate, the joint could not open fully and deposits made all the brakes ridged and larger than normal. The hide of the right side of the bronze was twisted and discolored with scares and the mainsail of the right wing could not grow back completely.

Their recovery was celebrated by the weyr, but B’vorak just couldn’t seem to deal with the loss of the ability of his dragon and blamed himself for the accident. Both dragon and man seemed to plunge in to deep depression and B’vorak drifted from the people who he once called friends. His feelings of guilt drove him to be bitter to others and resent the events that had happened to him. The feelings of B’vorak had also transferred to his dragon and Kilbeth grew snappy and aggressive to every other dragon and person of the weyr, even including B’vorak at times. The pair would have stayed this way, if not for the intervention of one of his closes friends. J’lion knew B’vorak even from their time at Snow Valley, but the pair didn’t become friends until after they both had transferred. Trough a drawn out agument and with some coxing, J’lion managed to get B’vorak to agree to become his assistant as a Weyrlingmaster. The feeling of once again being useful has given B’vorak a reason to be in contact with others and once again is starting to feel important to the weyr.


Dragon's name: Kilbeth
Age: 19
Color: dark bronze
Dam/Sire: Gold Cecilkath/ bronze Seartath
Other Info: Kilbeth has a massive scare along his right side and back. It extends from the base of the tail over his thigh and on his side up to his rib cage. The mainsail of the right wing is wrinkled and missing a large hunk of it. The area of the inicial threadscore is a lighter and more grayish in color than the rest of the bronze dragon. His left wing was broken in many places and can no longer open all the way. Kilbeth holds his elbow out from his body slightly because of a deposit his body placed their to stabilize the joint and there for rendered it useless. The wing fingers curl slightly inward because of being broken in many places but are still mobile.

Character's name: Celotta
Gender: female.
Age: 20
Rank: candidate/senior apprentice dragonhealer
Haircolor: brown
Eyecolor: brown.
Complexion: fair
Height: 5'10"
Personality: Very introverted and somewhat spiteful to those around her, Celotta is a holdbred girl who still holds onto her holdbred nature - for the most part. If she finds a good looking man, such as a bronzerider without any love interest, she will have her way with him. Even though she hasn’t lived at the hold for ten turns, she still remembers things and knows how to use them for her advantage. She’s for the most part quiet and very observant of those around her, always plotting her next move to try and get ahead as both a candidate and dragonhealer. Celotta knows that she only needs to depend on herself to survive and get ahead, and sometimes distrusts others who offer her aid. She hates her mother, and it glad that she has never seen her since Jilsee left ten turns ago.

Background: Born in Auslukan Hold, Celotta’s mother was the only pasrent she only knew after her father left with the trading caravans to start a cot in Snow Valley’s territory. Jilsee was not a very good mother, taking Celotta with her as she wandered holdless around FarNorth’s territory looking for her next meal. It was amazing that Celotta managed to survive through the winter as many times as she did, but she managed to, finding a nice warm bed as her mother plied her many trades.

At times Jilsee would work as a courtisan, sometimes a baker, sometimes a herder. It depended on the season and her need for money to feed herself. For the most part Celotta earned her meals from looking cute and desperate when holders and farmers passed her. Her personality began to develop as she learned to take care of herself and not depend on others for everything. She began to distrust her mother, and most certainly her father after he left. She never met him, and later heard he had died in the winter one year, holdless.

A few sevendays after Celotta turned ten turns old her mother ended up at FarNorth Weyr, taking on a position as a laundry drudge during the winter to get some extra money. Celotta was accepted by the foster parents, and when Jilsee left in the spring Celotta was left behind, but the small girl didn’t care about her mother leaving. She was taken under the wing of a woman named Teleria, a cook, and her weyrmate Desrikor. They raised Celotta as best as they could and at age 14 got her an apprenticeship with the Weyrdragonhealer. Around the same time Celotta petitioned the Weyrwoman for the chance to be a candidate, and she has been juggling both tasks ever since.

Other Information: Celotta has a bad acne problem over her face and back. The reference picture is her on a very good day.

Character's name: Elba
Gender: female.
Age: 24
Rank: Jr. Journeywoman Harper (teacher)
Haircolor: blonde
Eyecolor: blue
Complexion: fair
Height: 5'8"
Personality: Very bursting with ideas about how to better accomplish her teaching methods with young weyrbrats and get them to learn more and quicker, Elba is very ambitious - no doubt about that. She loves to get attention from masters for her work, and she hopes to become a Master one day because of her work with teaching at FarNorth Weyr. She has a slight dislike of authority, and if she gets in trouble for one thing or another she always managed to find a scapegoat or an excuse, but for the most part she is a good person. While she doesn’t really enjoy the Weyr, she enjoys the challenge and will put up with it until she gets reassigned, hopefully to the Harper Hall. The Weyr is an alright place to ply her trade, but it is not somewhere where she wants to stay for a very long time. Elba loves children a lot more than she does other adults, and would much rather spend her time working with brats than adults.

Background: Born at Claritt Valley Hold to the Hold Smith and his wife, Elba was the third of a future six children, the only daughter. Always proving bright and inventive, she was the perfect helper to her mother, helping with the chores around the house. While her father went to complete his duties, Elba would enjoy helping her mother with raising her brothers as well as attending daily lessons with the Hold’s Harper, a man named Atriss. Elba took quickly to lessons and even soon began to help the aging man organize the class into groups and form lessons for the younger children.

When Elba turned twelve turns old, she was officially apprenticed to Atriss, where she quickly blossomed into a fine young harper apprentice. While she could not sing worth anything, she could play the flute very well. But teaching is what she wanted to do, so for her Senior Apprenticeship Atriss sent her to the main hall at FarNorth Hold to finish her apprenticeship with a man named Holseviran. While it wasn’t the intensive one-on-one training that Atriss had given her, Elba still took a lot out of her apprenticeship and receiving her Jr. Journeywoman knots was stationed at FarNorth Weyr.

Once arriving at the Weyr Elba already knew she disliked the Weyr, but tried to make the best out of it. Assisting the Weyrharper, Elba took over a class of weyrbrats between the ages of 5 and 8 turns old, teaching them reading, writing, arithmetic, and etcetera. Soon it became obvious that she was an amazing teacher, instructing them more than they had ever learned before. Recently her oldest lot from her first classes have become of age, and three have received apprenticeships, making her very smug.