Name: V’lor

Gender: male

Age: 22 turns

Birthday: October 16

Appearance: his hair is of a light brown, almost a dirty blond, which swirls about his face and of a relative length, it is roughly sheared at his ears, creating spikey layered lengths, his eyes are a shadow grey, different and like windows to his very self. He stands at about six foot, he is well toned as all riders of Pern must be, he is slightly tanned, but not overly so. His right ear pierced with a single stud. His nose is slim, keeping in line, with his slightly long, and gently pointed featured face.

He keeps a light blade with him, short and thin, a rapier, short enough to hack the through armour, and thin enough to slice between the slightest of objects, the pommel is decorated, with a wolf, that’s howling, with rubies for eyes. V’lor often wears a ring, on a chain, the ring was given to him by the weyrwoman of his previous weyr, in the ring is inset what seems to be a sapphire, but curved in surface, but if you talk with him, you will find that the ring is not a sapphire bound into the gold, but part of his dragon’s shell, that the weyrwoman had preserved, and made for him. Why only he knows, but he and the weyrwoman were always good friends. The ring rests upon a chain of gold, which is always worn around his neck. He is indeed quite handsom to look at.

Personality: V’lor is highly trustworthy, he is one man who, if you talk to, your words will go no further. No matter the penalty. He keeps himself quiet, and is a very good listener, but he is not very inclined to talk of himself, he will to some, but rarely, and only to the choice few. He is a man who is very friendly, and makes friends well. Finding conversing easy, and keeping track of people, also easy. He is a steady worker, and anything he promises, it will be done ,and the promise met, he never breaks his word. He is though a friendly person, quite mysterious, finding ways of doing things that people don’t usually see, and he will always see things from a view that another will not, seeing probably the most peculiar side  to the task, or problem at hand. He is one to keep his word, and has a true sense of justice, but this will only ever be broken by a promise. Many have compared him to the likes of a holy man, often quiet, but always understanding and there when he is needed. Helikes to think he is lucky with women, but often makes more of a show of himself than he does imppressing them.

History: V’lor was born in the hold of Drailin. A normal drudge birth. He was raised by his parents to know the weyr, and listen when needed, for his parents were always arguing, and finding new ways to annoy each other. His mother never loved his father, since a year after their marriage began, but before the marriage, V’lor was born an illegitimate child, from a brief romance the pair had. His parents were forced to marry, and so, ended up hating each other, for missing what may have been. This blame eventually shifted to V’lor, but it concerned him not, for at the age of sixteen he was searched to the local weyr, and impressed his mighty blue Draedeth. Since then, Draedeth and himself have grown, both in their ways and in themselves, in size and manor. They became renown at their old weyr of Cronos, for being the pair who were the hardest working, always finding themselves busied by weyr goings on. Or indeed hold things, as they were often roped into jobs by local lord holders.

Family:

Mother – Saran - drudge
Father – Kilon - drudge
Siblings- none

Pets: none

Rank: Dragon rider

Dragon: Draedeth
 

Appearence: Draedeth is a deep shade of blue, as dark as ever seen, a rich navy colour. He finds his spine lined with ridges, and two light blue spikes protrude from his head, long and fine, but as strong as an egg shell itself. He is roughly 29.7 metres in length, finding himself large amongst blues, but he was always the black sheep as such, for he found himself darker than all, and taller than the other blues at hatching. Towards the end of his tail, the ridges harden into a spike so sharp, it could slice through a limb, or even a torso easily, which he often uses to fell his meals, just because it’s different.

Personality: Draedaeth is a deep thinker, a hard worker and one who is always willing to help. He is often to be found near the lake, for the ocean is one of his few loves in life, for like him, the ocean’s moons change, depending on how it feels, the ocean weeps for it’s losses, smiles for it’s ways and lusts for more. It, for Draedeth, is like the soul of the world, and as a hatchling he never understood why Pern revolved around the fiery orb of the Rukbat and not the soulful ocean. He is quaint in his ways, often not understanding human practice. His humour is quick and well witted, even the most intelligent could find him somewhat of a challenge.