Name: D’rjan

Gender:Male

Age: 20 turns

Personality: His humour is one thing that is always prominent, dark and sceptical as it is. He generally has a fairly passive nature, though at certain times he can be highly persuasive and even to some extent, seductive. He is a quiet person in nature, though when introduced to a skin of wine… the nature can swing from introvert to extrovert. He enjoys to sit in a forest clearing just watching the surroundings. He is a very natural person, finding that Nature will always reign supreme to any of the actions of mankind.
He is a child of the night, enjoying the dark caress of the pitch sky, and is often found to be sitting some where in the weyr in the middle of the night. Many find him odd for this very reason. He sleeps little, and is rarely enticed to the main parts of the weyr, which caused problems when he was working for his father around the weyr. As most of the time, he would pass important messages of his father onto a drudge, when the message was enormously private. Just to avoid going into the heart of the weyr. But, he is not generally like that since his impression.
He is far from laid back; he is quite highly strung, though he wouldn’t appear so. D’rjan is one who would – if he could – spend all of his time in ways of helping, working; he is as much of a physical man as he is an emotional one. He finds that if a job is worth doing, it is worth doing properly, and he never skimps on a task that is set to him. He’ll often sit and carve a stool, or chair for his weyr, out of boredom, or just to give him something to do. He likes to keep himself to himself, others often finding his ways to obscure, for his mannerisms are obscure. His logic is backward, he thinks as might a child, but this doesn’t mean he is stupid, for his logic is simple, but they are usually the best ways about things. He is very practical.
Usually in his scepticism he is a cold, cool, and pessimistic as a general rule, he knows much about the way things work, like simple mechanics. He knows the practicalities of his impression, and knows its not going to be something immediately accepted, for man doesn't like change, and he knows it all to well.
From a young age, he knew that the weyr, and pern, likes things never to alter, things changing, means disruption, and disruption means - more than likely - and escalating sense of chaos... always pleasant.
Though he is not exactly intellectually blessed, his common sense and practicality often prevail, proving people right and wrong, easily. Though he can be very argumentative if so provoked.

Appearance: D’rjan has a head of fairly short, two inch long hair, is usually roughly placed, and in colour it is a perfectly warm brown, often tinted with gold towards the edge as the Rukbat has graced it with it’s own golden touch. He stands relatively tall for a man of pern, about six foot one. He is well toned as most riders on pern. Though, his skin is fairly pale – not puce, but pale. His eyes are obscure, they are brown, and very dark brown towards the outer rim, but as they graduate towards the pupil, they lighten, to an almost honey colour, stirring out like a star almost. And they are usually the first thing a person notices about him. Generally he wears dark clothes, rich browns, crimsons, but he will occasionally wear a lighter colour, but pastel colours usually wash him out. Naturally, with his dragon he has a tendancy to wear thick furs, or fur lined cloaks, anything that will keep him warm in his bonded's choice of habitat.
His features are sharp to some extent. His cheek bones rather high.
He has a scar, on his right leg, just above his ankle, a long scratch, sort of scar, this was from when he was impressing, to get his attention, his darkstar bit into his ankle, but being young, he done it quite awkwardly, drawing a long, tooth wide gash, which took a while to heal for its size, but nothing to spectacular.

History: He was born as a weyrbrat, to a wing leader and his wingsecond. D’rjan was fostered out to a hold for most of his life, learning the values of work. D’rjan worked a s a crafter, his wood work skills exceedingly good for his age, but after a while D’rjan was called back, and he never finished his apprenticeship. But instead he stood in the weyr near the hold as the chance to return home. He failed at this hatching. And after many days, he found himself into the southern continent wandering in a forest. Well as it may be he meet up with four strangers. At first he wasn't sure about their company but decided to go with them on thier hike. They started their way up towards the top of the mountain. It took four days to reach a high cave. On the same day a strom with hard blowing wind and rain started in and they took refuge in a cave. As they tried to get warmer they moved down deeper in. What they didn't know was that a Dark dragon, a new species, had layed five eggs. They didn't know it at the time but soon found out as the eggs hatched and chose those five as their partners. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water and Ice were what the elementals were called. The ice had chose him for his friend and partner. It would take them a year to train and go from Weyr to Weyr with his new friends to fine themselves a new home.

Family:
Mother: Sarjan – Violet Rider and wingsecond
Father: D’vier - Bronze Rider and wingleader.
Siblings: younger sister Kesember she is currently at the Harper hall
May as well have another two sisters and two brothers, for the time he has accompanied them, Azriel, Hestia, Jerry and Airus. THey are all his elemental companions- as such, and he has known them for so long, they may as well be his brothers, or sisters.

Pets: Blue flitter, Hurricane - Silvermoon flitter - storm

Dragon:
Name: Achveryth
Gender: Male
Colour: Ice
Wingspan: 241 feet
Length: 116 feet
Age: 3 turns

Appearance: if you’ve ever seen frosted glass, you’ll know what his hide is like, he is perfectly black, as a base, laced with beautiful patterns of ice.

This is literally what his hide is like, laced with them all over his body. Unlike a normal dragon, he is much more angular, and more lithe, his form showing every inch of muscle, rippling as he moves. He has spines of the clasical icicles - for his species. They are a perfect crystal blue, of sheer ice, and are almost see through at times. On his back, they reach about a foot in hieght before they inevitably break, though the ones on his tail can reach up to two feet, some times two and a half.

Personality: His humour – much like D’rjan’s is a black humour, laughing at the misfortune of others, or if others make a fool of themselves. Though, he is good in the respect he will laugh at his own mistakes. Though, over all, Achveryth is a strong willed dragon, and he will usually stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and when his mind is set, it is a deal to get him out of it. His determinations is most admirable, for he would try and do anything, and everything, anything even far beyond a king’s capability! He is adventurous and daring, taking risks, as he believes life is for the living, and if life is wasted, then it was a gift unduely bestowed. So he lives his life to the full extent he can muster.