Personality: C'leh's personality can be described as serpent-like sometimes. He seems quite secretive and likes to be on his own. He’s very independent, liking to do things for himself rather than having somebody else do things for him. Despite this, he’s hard-headed and does everything his way (or at least whatever he can get away with without getting watch duty). Despite the fact he seems to really hate his younger brother, C’leh really loves Raleh and is constantly helping the boy weasel out of trouble and reassuring him that there’s a dragon waiting for him out there in one of the many clutches to come. C’leh isn’t really a bad guy, but carries a belt knife simply for self-defence and sometimes he’ll clean kills that Whisketh has taken down. C’leh is always prepared…but it’s usually for the wrong thing unfortunately.

History: (I don’t feel like going in-depth right now) C’leh’s parents were weyrmates. His father, R’keh, was the rider of a bronze dragon named Haemorrth while his mother, Celia, rode a gold, named Waranth, and held the rank of Junior Weyrwoman. C’leh was the first born, his original name being Chaleh, and his father was raising him to become a slate or bronze rider. How disappointed was R’keh when his son stepped onto the Hatching Sands at the age of 15 and came off having Impressed an Adder dragon. R’keh was far from proud, though Celia was quite proud of her son for having Impressed at all. Later that night, while the Hatching feast carried on in the Dining Hall, a fight ensued between a drunken R’keh and a frightened Celia. R’keh had no idea what had happened until the next day when it was found that Celia had been heavily beaten by R’keh. Now it was C’leh’s turn to be mad. Once Training was over, C’leh flew proudly, still hating his father. It was ten Turn after C’leh was born, five Turns before he Impressed, that he was “blessed” with a little brother, Raleh. C’leh hated his little brother, who was very annoying as they were growing up. When C’leh was 19, both his parents died, simply of old age, leaving C’leh to take care of Raleh. To this day, C’leh still takes care of Raleh, and has certainly become fond of the little hellion.

Dragon: Adder, Whisketh
Wher: None
Terry: Adder, Fanges
Flit: None
Sharr: Black-winged male, Coalt
Location: Benden Weyr

Sample Post

The lights were out in C’leh’s weyr, as were they out in Pern’s skies. It was early morning and Rukbat had not yet lifted its tired head from its pillow. The Adder-rider slept peacefully with his sharrs curled up on either side of his head, their soft purring keeping him deep in slumber, while his usually fighting terries were curled about one another on his chest, which was quite a tight fit for three of the creatures. He was more or less splayed eagle on his bed, hands and feet sticking out from beneath a twisted sleeping fur. He was so sleepy; he didn’t notice the slight creak of the door as it opened, admitting somebody to his weyr. Whisketh, too, was unphased by this, continuing to sleep, twisting onto her back with a snort. In silence the visitor snuck across the clear floor of the weyr, followed by a prowling gray-winged sharr and two swooping terries. Finally the visitor sprang onto C’leh’s stomach, laughing loudly as the terries and sharr swooped down on the man, making the greatest racket ever. ’Wake up! Wake up C’leh!’ C’leh jumped and, rather than him staying on the bed and shoving his little brother off, he fell out of the bed, startling his terries and sharrs into wakefulness with loud squawks and hisses. He struggled in his sleeping fur, which seemed to have caught him up tight. ”Raleh! I’ve told you time and time again not to wake up me up in such a way!” ‘It’s the only way I can wake you up though C’leh, besides, it’s very funny.’ “Only to you Raleh.” With some help from Eruption and Coalt, as well as Onyx, Shield, and Fanges, C’leh came free of his furs and stood up, rubbing his back for a moment where he had landed. [Up Whisk, up!] {I’m not ready to hatch yet ma…} Whisketh rolled over, placing her head beneath her wing, not wanting to wake up quite yet. [You’ve already hatched you silly thing, now get up!] {I tol’ ya I ain’t ready ma!} She then moved her head to cover it with both foreclaws. C’leh sighed and shook his head, turning his clear blue eyes to his other companions. [Onyx, Shield, Fanges, you three know what to do.] /Yup!\ The flits trilled in unison and swooped into the air and onto Whisketh’s foreclaws. They all began to nip at the large claws, finally causing Whisketh to reveal her head and snort at them. {I’m up you silly bugs! Now let me be! Faranth help me! You’re no better than most firelizards sometimes!} |Are not, we’s better!| Piped up Onyx quite bravely, though the Jet terry had always been quite bold. The three terries returned to Theirs, landing on his bed with a trill each. ”Now why did you wake me Raleh?” C’leh turned his eyes to his little brother, who was kneeling on the bed, petting Stormy. The boy looked up at his big brother, the same blue eyes looking right back at C’leh. ’I don’t know, I just felt like you had to get up.’ “Are you in some sort of trouble kid?” C’leh sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at his little brother. ’No, I ain’t in trouble with anybody.’ “Are you serving a punishment for something that happened a sevenday or more ago?” ‘Yes! I want you to get me out of it C’leh! I don’t wanna wash pots for the headwoman! Her flits are always watching me and it makes me very annoyed! And when I’m washing pots, Stormy, Neuro and Sooty have to stay in my room!’ C’leh chuckled and his brother’s anger and annoyance, knowing that Raleh adored his pets more than he adored dragons. ”Well…what was it that got you into this mess kid?” ‘Will you quit calling me kid! Call me Ral or Raleh, but quit calling me kid!’ “Sorry Ral. What got you into this mess?” ‘I was just mindin’ my own business and suddenly this ‘rider came up to me and started yelling, saying I slathered numbweed in his pants.’ C’leh groaned, happening to know the rider that Raleh had done that too. The man was not one to give forgiveness. {You have to try love.} [I know Whisk, but Sk’eve is one of the most difficult men to deal with in the Weyr.] {Raleh is your brother.} [But he also played a prank, and quite a nasty one at that.] {I know Mine, but he really does deserve to look after his sharr and terries.} [I just don’t know Whisk.] {I’ll back you up should you decide to face Sk’eve.} [Thanks Whisk.] C’leh sighed and looked at his brother, shaking his head. ”Well Ral, I’ll see what I can do. You go the kitchens though and tell the headwoman that C’leh says you can have your pets with you, then you should be allowed to have them with you.” ‘Does the headwoman like you?’ “No, but she knows me and usually does what I ask.” ‘Thanks bro.’ Raleh gave C’leh a quick hug, grinning broadly. ’I’ll see you later!’ Raleh bounded out of C’leh’s weyr, followed quickly by his three pets, all of the them flying after the boy, and headed down to the lower caverns as quickly as he could, leaving C’leh with his own critters, all of which seemed to want attention. They all seemed to be fighting over who deserved attention first, so C’leh broke it up. [Will you all stop! Shield, you first, I have to oil your hide pal.] `Ha ha!` Shield laughed at the others and flicked his tongue out before fluttering over to the table C’leh used to oil his terries and groom his sharrs. C’leh grabbed the oil from beneath the table and started to oil the copper hide, knowing that blemishes could prove fatal to Shield. And so began his morning process of oiling every terry and grooming ever sharr until they were all happy.