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Name: Arard (A'rd) |
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Gender/Age: Male, 17 |
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Rank/Craft: Sr Apprentice Harper (singer/model) |
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Location: Dawnlight Hold |
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Relatives/Family: parents alive, one brother (crafter), girlfriend |
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Dragon if any: IMPRESSED BLUE TRELERTH at Aneris Weyr |
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Physical Description: 5'9", 140, attractively built but not very muscular. Has a great butt, likes to pose in new clothing. Has yellow-pale skin, white hair (yes, white!) that is fluffy and falls to his shoulders, and yellow eyes that almost match his skin. He has a very exotic look to him, with a long, square jaw and high eerie eyes. He apparently has no eyebrows, if he does they are also white and can barely be made out. His voice is entrancing, both when he is singing and speaking, and he can keep audiences enraptured for hours. |
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Emotional/Mental Description: quiet, observant and careful. He plans things long before he brings them to bear, always thinking of ways around current worries, and always getting another view on a subject before actually making any changes. He has been known to see both sides of an argument so well that the Harper Hall would love to see him remain as a judge of some kind, but he is far more interested in seeing the world and passing on knowledge than that. He is sexy and he knows it, and every once in a while can be found a bit full of himself. He is an animal magnet, and perhaps dragons will find him interesting too. |
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Skills: Singing and harper stories, he can pick up a tune in a moment, and sing like he never knew another song. His grasp on history is strong, and uses it to balance arguments. He also knows a lot about hair care. Go figure. He has deft fingers, but not very strong limbs, so if he does Impress he has a long way to go before he is in shape enough to toss firestone. He will learn. |
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History: Brought up in the Harper craft hall in Dawnlight, and always around learning. He would have started spreading his knowledge sooner but the prior Lord Holder was more than a little stuffy on that side. Since Lord Xamashore has come into power, he and the rest of the young people of Dawnlight Hold enjoy more freedoms. He immediately jumped on the idea of having a dragon to ride, and when the search riders from Blackstone Weyr came he was among those Searched. |
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Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Arard has many pets, and loves animals. They seem to flock to him, cats and dogs mostly but he has one fire lizard and a watch-wher under his yellow eyed gaze too. Hobbies include modeling new clothing designs for his friends in the weaver hall, and being seen in them by other people. He tends to keep those clothes, so he has a dresser full of them. |
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Notes and Special Information: Arard is soft spoken, yes, but he will stand fiercely by his principles. There was a time, not long before now, when the old Lord Holder would have crushed the Harper's presence in the Hold, but fortunately the then-fourteen year old boy did not have to fight to get his rights. |
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When the dragons came for Search, Arard was doing a typical afternoon work: nothing at all but looking good. He had no choice. The Weavers had done their magic on cloth and leather, and shards but they loved to see him in it!
Then, the whistle went up in the courtyard that a gathering was needed.
A blue rider and brown as well were there, looking about at the younger folk in the Hold, and Arard noticed that there were quite a few of the Blackstone Weyr folk present too.
Then, the Brown dragon turned his heavy head at Arard, and everything changed.
That one, the dragon called out, and summoned Arard by a little wink of his faceted eye. That one will do well. There are others. I will look.
Arard looked at the rider, who nodded and wrote something down in a wherhide booklet. "You've been Searched, Harper! What's your name?"
He paused only long enough to blink. "Arard, sir, where am I Searched to?"
"Aneris Weyr," the rider said, and indicated that he'd best be packing, as there were eggs hardening on the sands there already! |
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Continued from Marcel's Page |
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Arard watched his friend Marcel ... no, it was M'cel now! Impress. His heart ached all of a sudden. But it was a while until he got the chance of a lifetime. M'cel was almost off the sands with his blue dragon, and then...
Arard glanced down to see the whirling eyes of another blue, much darker than M'cel's, looking up at him. The dragon nudged the other candidate away from Arard's side, and carefully bespoke to the white haired man.
You and I are meant to look good together, A'rd. Could you scratch that itch I have? It bothers me so! My name is Trelerth. And food would be good. Perhaps something right after you scratch that itch I mentioned...
A'rd laughed, and embraced the still-wet dragonet. "I shall do everything you want, Trelerth, just as soon as we're out of the sands! Everyone at the Hold will love you."
Just like they love you! Good! Why is your head that strange color? No other humans have that color here on the sands! It matches the thing you wear! The dragon tugged at the robe, and A'rd only laughed more! |
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Trelerth has grown into a Weyrling! Visit the next page to see him! |
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Isn't this a cool background? Go visit Mitzi! |
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