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Name: Laren (L'ren) |
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Gender/Age: Male, 17 |
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Rank/Craft: Hold bred, Apprentice Starcrafter, Apprentice Glasscrafter (lens use only) |
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Location: Dawnlight Hold |
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Relatives/Family: father Starcrafter Patrik, mother Minecrafter Sharrise, half sisters Loni etc |
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Dragon if any: pending |
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Physical Description: 6'1", 140, skinny boy! Very narrow all the way from his head to his feet, but also quite flexible because of it. Pale skin almost white, but tans a bit better than his sisters. Light brown fluffy hair he keeps to his neck, small pale brown eyes. He has a heart shaped face, and looks a lot more vacant than he really is inside. Has a light toned voice, sometimes it still cracks. Wears mostly white, likes uniforms. |
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Emotional/Mental Description: very quiet, almost withdrawn, but is actually quite intelligent and perceptive. When it looks like he's staring out into space, he is often thinking about ways to change his world. He is loyal to his family and friends, but also loyal to causes almost above and beyond the call of duty. He has a close relationship with Bree's sister Aubree, and they scheme together for the sake of the Hold. He is passive and friendly to those outside his experience, but becomes animated and silly with his friends and at parties has been known to get a little too wild. |
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Skills: As a star crafter, but he also knows how to utilize lenses and grind them. He knows where to get the right sand for that glass, and how to make it perfectly smooth. He is woefully undertrained in any real physical sport, and will need to put on a lot of weight if he Impresses, just to keep up with the others, even younger people have more muscle on them than him. He has a very quick mind, though he tends to daydream because of that. He often finished up work or chores early just so he could spend time watching the Weyr dragons fly overhead. (and because of that, knows quite a lot about how they fly!) |
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History: his father is a Master Crafter, and with his mother being local as well he was trained in the craft halls. When his sisters were sent to the Hold, he and they became quite close. He always made a good showing to parties with his father, and would have succeeded him in the Hold as Master Starcrafter, but being Searched put a hold on that idea. He takes the jibing from sister Loni and usually pokes fun at her too, but his finest revenge (and she knows this) is that he was in fact Searched and he will probably ride! |
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Notes and Special Information: he has an unrestrained love for his family. He will do anything to aid them, physically or politically. Though he has some sway in the craft, he is also quite well known in the Hold for being a charming guy, and a word from him often might lead to action on someone else's part. He and Aubree will probably marry, though she is not going to become a rider. |
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Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Laren has no pets but is often surrounded by pretty girls. He has the hobby of star watching and sky gazing, and actually his meteorology skill is pretty strong considering they don't have one on Pern other than Starcraft. |
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| BACK to the Hold List |
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Laren and his sister Loni happily greet anyone who comes to their shared Weyr.
"Hopefully, we'll both Impress at the same weyr!" Loni cheerfully says. Laren remains calm, but smiles.
"We might be the first people from our Hold to impress at all, you know? All the others haven't been searched yet!" He says.
"No," Loni says, "we aren't the first any more," she reads a Weyr update that gets handed to her by a drudge. "It seems A'rd and M'cel have impressed before us." She looks at her brother with an eyebrow up.
"We'll have to be next," he states simply.
"If we don't stand together on the sands, I don't know what will happen," Loni pouts. Her half brother rolls his pale eyes and ruffles her golden hair.
"If it doesn't it'll mean that you'll just have to wait." He says.
It only takes a moment for Loni to start fuming!
Perhaps you'd better leave their weyr, it looks like she's going to unload some runnerbeast droppings on his-- oooh, too late!
Visit Loni's weyr!
A little later, when things have calmed down...
"Talor." Loni says.
Laren looks up from his work and turns his eyebrows into a query.
"Talor Cliff Weyr. That's where we're going. So get your things packed, little brother. We're off!"
Loni swirled around and began removing things from her dresser, and putting them without much care into a satchel. |
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Laren and Loni have IMPRESSED!
READ about it HERE!!! |
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