K'nul

Name: K’nul
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Knurl is rather, well to be frank, eerie. His eyes are pale yellow, with slitted pupils! His eyes are like that of a cat, and probably just as sharp, except for the fact he’s blind in his right eye. He’s a little above average height, standing at about 5’10”, maybe a little shorter. His hair is short cropped, hued of dust and rather messy from long fingers constantly running through it. He’s rather lanky, not weak though just rather lean with a strength that you can’t really see on the outside. His complexion is rather pale from countless hours spent in darkness, hiding and slinking around. He’s very cat-like in appearance actually, with a power that is untold by first glances. His eyes sight in darkness is great and he sees as well at night as in the day.,p> Personality: Knurl can more or less be summed up in one word, wild. He’s swift, cunning, and sharp. Despite the fact he doesn’t look like a fighter, he’s actually a great fighter, and that belt knife he always carries isn’t just for looks or show. A quick word of warning, this is one man you don’t want to have as your enemy. Knurl is a very secluded person, and in such is difficult to get to know. Nobody has ever been close to Knurl; he doesn’t let them get close for reasons he refuses to diverge. He’s out going, but he certainly doesn’t rush headlong into situations, he never has. He’s certainly far from shy and unfearful of authority and practically demands at least a little bit of respect. Knurl is rather stubborn and doesn’t give up easily, never backing down until the fight, or whatever it is, is over. Given a chance, he can actually be a social person and sometimes he can almost be civil. Sometimes he has a problem minding his tongue and may say some things that he will later regret.

History: Knurl was born at Keroon Hold to Karia, herder, and Narl, runner handler. He was an only child. For twelve Turns he grew up working the runners with his father, quite enjoying it too. But when he turned 15, Thread fell over Pern once again. He and his parents had to evacuate, and decided to go to Tillek Hold. Knurl was not very happy that he had to leave Keroon, he loved Keroon so much and just didn’t want to leave, but he had to. As they fled, Knurl’s father was killed by Thread that had gotten past the fighting dragons; Narl was one of the many who fell to the silver spore that day. He and his mother made it to Tillek upon runner back, but even so it took days for them to reach their new home. By the time they reached Tillek, Knurl had gone through many changes, and not just in attitude. He had grown to like the wilderness, the animals that roamed the lands intrigued him, and well, only a Turn after he and his mother had settled at Tillek, Knurl left. In the dark of night, with a pack of provisions and a blanket, as well as a belt knife, Knurl went off into the wild. Now, Knurl had at first planned on returning, but then, the joy of wondering wild kind of went to his head. He enjoyed the deep, dark nights and the brilliant and glorious days. So, in the wild he remained. After his pack of provisions was gone, he began to hunt, and soon he was a swift hunter with skill that could only be rivalled by a dragon perhaps. He soon lost his blanket and began to sleep under the stars. When the Pernese winter struck though, he had to figure out a way to survive the often-harsh cold, he hadn’t brought winter clothes with him. Soon he figured out that he could use the snow itself as an insulator and would curl up in the soft snow and survive each night. When hunting was difficult due to lack of animals or incredibly cold conditions, Knurl would eat anything really, but conditions such as this were rare. Knurl did so much wondering, so much traveling, that over a little more than a Turn, he had nearly made his way to Southern Boll Hold, though was still a fair distance from it, nearer to Fort Weyr actually. So, now 17, Knurl had certainly become something different. One night, while resting in a small cave at the base of a mountain, he heard a screech and scurried out of his temporary home to see dragons flying above him. Where was he? He had no clue until he saw the dragons swoop down and disappear, could he be at Fort Weyr? It was possible. Then another dragon appeared and this time glided downwards, sending Knurl back into his cave. The dragon, a blue, landed before the cave and Knurl saw the rider dismount, walking around. Then, whomever the rider was, entered Knurl’s cave and spotted him. Knurl backed away, he had lost all his socializing skills over the past Turn and was rather nervous to confront a Dragonrider.

“Don’t be afraid young man, my dragon told me to find you.” Find Knurl! Why? Who? How!? Did the dragon know his name? If so, how? Knurl backed away as far as the cave would let him. Then, like a cornered animal, was ready for a fight. He had drawn his belt knife in a flash and now crouched ready, his pale, cat-like eyes, sparking. The rider, seeing the Knurl was nervous and scared, back down, exiting the cave. “I’ll go out and you can come out if you wish. The Weyr will welcome you, you know.” As the rider left, Knurl relaxed and slowly slunk towards the cave entrance, knife still in hand. He spotted the blue dragon, sheathed his knife and exited the cave, standing up. “Are you going to come to the Weyr with me and my dragon or not?” Knurl, though still nervous, had found his voice. “I am Knurl and shall not come. Someday, maybe, but now, no.” With a polite bow, Knurl slunk away, not back to his cave, away from Fort Weyr. So, for a couple more Turns, life went on like this and Knurl had actually made it to Southern Boll Hold. He was 19 when he made it there, since he never actually chose a route, he just, well, traveled. When he got to Southern Boll Hold, he was rather haggard, his hair long and a tangled mess, his skin scratched, dirty and rough. Many asked where he had come from and his simple reply was, “The unknown.” But it was insisted upon him that he must bath and have his hair and injuries looked after. So after a wash, a quick visit to the healers and a trim of his hair, Knurl was looking like a proper young man again, instead of a wild creature. He was asked by young ones to tell about his trip through the “Unknown” and he obliged in telling them stories. He did not remain long at Southern Boll though, only a month or two, then left once more. One Turn after leaving Southern Boll, the same dragon and rider he had met up with three Turns before showed up once again, this time though, Knurl went with them, now 20. That was only a few sevendays ago actually, so he has been at the Weyr for only a short while. He knows every place in the Weyr and could find his way around with his eyes closed.

Rank/Occupation: Weyrling
Location: Fort Weyr
Impress? Already Has

Dragon’s Name: Battlanth
Colour: Blue
Personality: Battlanth is a fighter with a bit of a temper and a lot of attitude. He’s not rebellious, just a little temperamental. He’s a mute dragon. He can’t use mind speech, only pictures and throaty sounds. He’s like a giant flit, but never tell him that unless you want a fight.

Appearance: Midnight blue. Has a few small silver streaks throughout. A little above average, about the size of a small brown.

RP Sample: None

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