Appearance: Agar has a right to think he looks good, because he certainly does. His hair is short and smooth, hued of a red-tinted black. Usually it�s allowed to remain loose, with only a black headband keeping the nearly shoulder-length hair out of his eyes. For special occasions, he�ll pull it into a very tight ponytail or just slick it back. His eyes are rather cool and black, with flecks of blood red scattered through the black. When he gets really mad, the red overrules the black and takes over much of his iris. He stands at a nicely muscled, yet lean, 6� 1� and still has two-four Turns to grow further. His face is slightly thin and, despite excessive sunlight, is rather pale, adding a slightly eerie quality to an already rather avoided character. He quite likes black and wears it almost constantly, usually only lightening up for Gathers and such. Usually it�s black pants, a black shirt, a black tunic with silver fasteners, and black boots. When he�s going out of the weyr into the wilderness and such he usually throws on a black cloak as well. During Gathers etc, he usually replaces the black shirt with a white one and wears a black tunic with silver fasteners and fine detailing done in silver. Everything fits him perfectly and just adds to his �charm�.

History: Agar was the accidental son of a Lord Holder and one of his ladies, who was supposed barren. His father, Lord Anathar, had died since, but after Agar�s birth, the Lord was unbearable by all his subjects and ladies. He especially became a nuisance for Agar�s mother, Lamina. Anathar was constantly asking her how Agar was doing and, after a while, tried to get another son out of her. Though Agar was Anathar�s only blood heir, Lamina wished for Agar not to ascend as Lord after Anathar, and that certainly angered the Lord Holder. In fact, the dispute went beyond yelling. Lamina was beaten brutally, among other things, and could barely take care of Agarwaen the next day. It was when Agar was 5 that Anathar killed Lamina because she mothered him no more children despite his many efforts. Agar was then raised by one of the other ladies while having his father start instilling in him everything a future Lord needed. Discipline, bravery, the will to command! By the age of 12, he was what Anathar called a model son, even though Anathar had become a father once more, to another son. But Anathar was already proud of Agar, so continued to train the boy in being a Lord. But low! Only a few days before Agar�s 14th birthday, Anathar died in his sleep. Who would take up Hold now? Agar was too young! As was his half-brother, Anatir, who was only 9 Turns old. So another man stepped up as Lord (which would be the current Lord Holder).

But from growing up with a rather brutal father and being taught everything he had, he had grown up with no respect for women and a very, well, Holder-like attitude. The next two Turns were quite uneventful for Agarwaen, much to his disappointment. But on the day of his 16th birthday, the riders showed up in Search and it was he, Agarwaen, that was Searched. Just a little bit more to add to his ego I guess. For his 15th birthday, Agar was given a flit egg as a gift from his foster mother and it later hatched into a handsome bronze, hued of such a dark bronze he appeared black. Agar named him Ebonite and the two probably had a closer bond than most people and their flits. Off the pair went to the Weyr, soon to stand at the clutch and Impress (they�re very positive).

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�Ebonite.� The bronze fit bugled and gracefully landed on His� shoulder, eyes whirling a content blue-green. Agar gave a light smile and patted the flit�s head, scratching a proffered eyeridge. �Good boy. Now, shall we go find some girls?� Agarwaen grinned and his eyes lit up as Ebonite trilled in agreement. And so the pair struck out from their quarters, two sets of eyes watching for a girl, or girls. Strange, thought Agar, most of the girls seem to be avoiding me. And it was true, as soon as a girl saw him; they would duck into a side hall or try to hide in the shadows. Now why would girls want to hide form him?! He was the best-looking human this side of Pern! Girls should be flocking to him! Finally he spotted a girl who had her back to him and took his chance. He approached her and placed a hand on the wall, leaning against it with a grin.

�Hi there. Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing out by yourself?� The girl turned casually around, looking at him with a slight grimace. Of course, Agar didn�t notice and instead brushed a hand through his hair. �How about we go for a walk? I�d love to learn more about you.� Ebonite tried to help by crooning softly, hoping to maybe encourage the girl to join His in a little escapade. By the girl�s blue eyes were icy cold, she wasn�t swayed one bit by Agar�s smooth words.

�I am sorry sir, but I have other plans.� It was then that Agar noticed the shoulder knots and a man appeared from the doorway behind the girl, not seeming very happy. Agarwaen turned calm black eyes to the man, nodding.

�Of course, enjoy yourselves.� Agar turned on his heel and strode away, having lost no composure the entire time; he was still cool and collected as usual. How could he have NOT noticed those shoulder knots! Shards! Ebonite gave him an encouraging nudge and trill, making Agar feel ready to try again instantly. Where to now�where were all the girls at this time of day? Perhaps he should check the Bowl? Or maybe even the lower caverns. Agar gave a low sigh; he shouldn�t have to work to find a girl! But, despite the fact he disliked having to chase down the women, he shrugged and made his way out into the Bowl, hair swirling just the slightest bit as he walked swiftly, Ebonite gripping onto his shoulder.

They reached the Bowl and Ebonite swept from His� shoulder before given a word, Agar sweeping off his tunic and shirt, throwing them onto a rock as he ran and dove into the lake, having already noticed the fact that a couple of girls swam in the cool lake water. He automatically swam over to the nearest girl, making sure to show off his powerful swimming strokes as he glided through the water.

�A lovely day for a swim, wouldn�t you say so miss? I�m Agarwaen by the way.� He swept his hair back with a deft hand, a very handsome grin on his face and a spark in his eyes. But, for some reason, rather than swooning and all but giving herself to him, she was laughing and pointing over his shoulder. Between giggles, she spoke.

�I-I suppose-you�re-tehe-the owner-tehe-of those-tehe-clothes.� Agarwaen spun around and spotted a boy, not much older than himself, hurrying off with his tunic and shirt! Agar snarled and quickly left the water, Ebonite having already went after the thief.

�Get back here you Bitran! Those clothes are worth more than the Weyrwoman and her Queen! Give them back!� His voices echoed back into the Bowl as he ran after the boy who had taken his clothes, eyes burning blood red�