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Name: K’mon
Age:
17 turns.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is tall for a man of Pern, standing at about 6’2”
he is lightly tanned and well toned. His hair is a rich auburn colour, his eyes a normal shade of brown, if not slightly fiery
in shade. He has fairly sharp features, a strong jaw, and is generally well built. On higher occasions he goes to town on
his appearance, wearing very autumny colours, rich reddy browns, cool browns, golds, bronzes, creams, rusty oranges, which
all suit him very very well. But as a normal every day thing, he wears such colours but not to the same degree of elegance,
usually choosing rusty brown trousers, a dark coat, and his work top, along with his gloves, which often get removed in the
summer months. He wears no jewellery, nor does he carry a sword. He feels he doesn’t need to, but when he does feel
the need to, you know there is trouble about.
When he does rarely carry a sword, - when times are threatening- he always
carries the same one, a simple sword, with a simple handle, and a plain, golden pommel on it. The blade is silver in colour,
fairly broad, with a fuller reaching down the majority of it's length. Keamon find this one and a half hand sword perfect,
for it fits him well, and is of an excellent balance, even though the blade is, relatively long.
Personality: 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 has a humour, obviously so, because
he will share humour with anyone, whether they like it or not. But it is rare he will choose to be the one humouring the other.
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.
He is far from laid back, he is quite highly strung, though he
wouldn’t appear so. But by the same degree, he will do almost anything to keep his life simplistic, and shuns responsibility.
Though he shuns responsibility, he does have ambition, as without a purpose, “what is a man but a shell?” was
one of his answers.
History: He was born as the second youngest of a family of riders, but seen as he shunned
his position and responsibilities so much, he ended up not becoming a candidate until much more recently.
As a child he
was used as a messenger, and became quite the runner rider, often being challenged by the local tradesmen and their runner’s
to a race. And as he grew older he became renowned for him and his runner’s abilities. Shortly after turning 16, he
and his steed made a trek from the east to the west of Pern in a complete circle, though this was a fact that was known by
very few, he done it to escape his father’s over protectively.
Family: Mother ~ Veama ~Copper rider of
Benden weyr
Father ~ K’mon ~ Brown rider of Benden weyr
Sister ~ Kiama ~ Purple rider of Igen weyr
Brother
~ Vamon ~ Dragonless man (Ex-black rider)
Sister~ Nerli ~ Green rider of Igen
~ Keamon~ Candidate
Brother~ Kersan~ Candidate
Pets:
Runner Beast Grey stallion named Lytos
Two Southern cats, Midday and Midnight
Dragon: Blue Jeralith
Appearance: Jeralith is a dragon much unlike most blues, he is large, yet his hided
is more of a crystal blue, than the commonly known primary blue. He is lithe, undeniably so, nothing other than muscle showing
on his form. His back is lined with ridges, that do not stray from his light, cloudless sky colouring these roughly begin
on the bridge of his nose, and gradually get bigger towards the midd back, and smaller noce more as the tail arrives. His
front is lined with larger, armoured plates, again not differing in colour, but can be seen because of the edges they form
against his otherwise plain hide. He has two horns on his head, though, they are of an ivory colour, the same as his talons.
Personality:
he, like his mine is balanced, impartial and often detatched. Keeping his business no one's but his own, where as he will
listen to the woe's worries and problems of every one, giving them balanced, and logical advice, that is usually sound advice.
He can keep his opinions rather short, conluded and drawn, meaning he wont lumber on about some useless comparison, that no
one will understand. He is highly logical, arriving at his conclusions the easiest, and most obvious ways, though probably
the ways that would not often be seen by others, he will tap on every door, before deciding on the shortest route, if that
is a valid conclusion.
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