Name: Mizuki
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Candidate
SO: heterosexual.

Appearance: Mizuki is about average height reaching perhaps five foot ten, no more. his hair is a pristine blond, not overly long, sheared at about two to three inches from the scalp. It is always well kept, and straight no matter what the weather. His skin is lightly tanned as most on Pern, and he has eyes of a vivid green, an almost perfect green, usually alight with the fire of wit . He is slim. His form well toned from his life in the fisherman’s trade. He usually wears fairly normal clothes a pair of black bottoms, and a top, nothing to special, most of them work worn, but still they provide their main function. A scar lines his inner thigh, from top of his thigh to about his knee, from where a fishing hook, caught him, before being flown out to the water, raking a deep gash into his leg, at a very young age.

Personality:Well, Mizuki is a guy who likes to have fun. And it seems to be his most prominent feature; he will put his needs before those of others. He loves mischief, and will often find his way about the place, leaving a trail of either laughter or pure destruction in his wake. He is a generally fun loving person. He has never known responsibility, and never has had the desire to take it.
Also, he is crafty, and loves to find new ways to astound people, he is a pure trickster, and even invents his own “magical” devices, that are quick of hand, to fool those onlookers. He is a shifty person, often finding ways to go about his more sinister business with what the simplicity of a menial every day task to the eyes of others.
After a few glasses of wine, he has a tendency to start telling a few stories from his past, some of which can be most amusing, others can be sombre.
He has an ego to present anyone with a threat. He loves attention, though he lives off of it, though he doesn’t openly seek it. He has confidence in abundance, and is most definitely above and beyond the usual amounts, his charm, wit and devilish looks help him to most places. He revels in attention.

History: A simple past, nothing to report save the numerous pranks, or fires he made. He was born to a fisherman’s hold, there he grew, and at fifteen took his place amongst the distance fishermen. The ship Returned perhaps three or four times a year with their larger hauls of fish. Though his history seems plain, he could tell you many stories of times in his past, anything he finds half interesting.
He and his friend Deril took to the boats, but after a short while there, Deril was thrown overboard, and into the depths of Pern’s waters. Deril couldn’t swim and was drowned in these waters, which left Mizuki in a wreck for many sevendays. He came down with nearly every ailment known to a seafairing man. This left him week until more recently, when he shed the exoskeleton known to him previously, (a rather scrawny young male to an overconfident, half decent looking, cheeky young man) and became a social butterfly, his confidence growing every time he’s looked at, wrong or right.
At sixteen he came across a clutch of firelizard eggs, from it’s clutch he took two eggs, the rest shared between the other crew members. Most were frittered away. He sold both of his eggs - which he later regretted... highly.
Since the fall of the red smist, Mizuki has been in and out of work, for there are few crews left, and if there are, they know little of each other enough to trust them to go seafairing with.

Firelizards: none