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Name: Marcel (M'cel) |
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Gender/Age: male, 15 |
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Rank/Craft: Apprentice Harper (scribe) |
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Location: Dawnlight Hold |
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Relatives/Family: parents alive, sister Jezebel |
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Dragon if any: pending -- IMPRESSED BLUE LAKENTH at Aneris Weyr |
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Physical Description: 5'5", 110, slender but durable for his frame. Tanned yellow skin, black hair that is cut to his neck with bangs and completely straight, rich brown eyes. He looks very oriental, down to the wide nose and slanted eyes, and is not unattractive but not very handsome either. He generally blends in. His voice is soft, but carries emotion well. He likes brown clothing, and usually likes ones which don't rip easily. |
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Emotional/Mental Description: clever to a point, a risk taker to a longer point. He likes going out on a limb politically, and had actually razzed the former Holder of Dawnlight more than once as a youth! He dares to be visibly different when the need is right, however he is able to do his work and finish chores with a dutiful diligence. |
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Skills: he is a good scribe, though his voice does not carry well enough for him to be a singer. He takes quick notes, and has a sort of shorthand which he uses to do it, then translating them into common script later. He likes collecting things which catch his eye, including odd girlfriends and shiny stones. He is no proper gentleman, either, and any girl who can keep up with him when he decides to go somewhere and party is the girl for him! He has a darker side, he likes listening in on things and is rarely caught because of his slight size and quiet nature. |
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History: hold born and bred, his quick fingers led him into trouble before they led him to the scribner hall. He is often in trouble for stealing things, but he has changed this into taking on things which aren't already someone elses. When he was Searched, it came as quite the surprise to him, but he is sure that with the right dragon below him, he will do just as well as the other candidates! |
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Notes and Special Information: he and his sister both are considered threats by the old Holder, and for good reason. Between his ability to hide in shadows and take notes, and her smooth talking ability in the Hold council, they could run the place themselves. |
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Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: has only tiny things collected, beads and baubles. He also has lots of untranslated notes of his own, which he's been meaning to get to one of these days... |
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Marcel ran quickly enough when his sister Jezebel called out for him.
"There are dragons! Look!"
"That's usually what we get this close to a weyr, sister," he grumbled and looked up. He noticed the pair of dragons were already involved with Arard, lucky dog! But then, the blue dragon moved his nose over Jez and Marcel.
We will collect your things, boychild, and you shall stand on the sands for our clutch!
"Your... I'm... " He let off a 'whoo hooo!' loud enough to crack the windows.
Aneris Weyr would be in for a treat, he decided. As Marcel is 'in the house'... |
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Marcel and Arard arrived to the weyr with some time to spare, but not much. Only a few days, and then it seemed everything exploded into motion!
The eggs were hatching!
They had enough time to jump into their Candidates robes, Arard of course looking stunning in his, where Marcel just thought he looked kind of silly. They arrived to the hatching sands with the candidates, and before most of the stands were full up.
"It's too bad our friends couldn't be here for this," Marcel muttered, "This is really amazing."
"Ah so you admit it at last," the taller white-haired man said. "You know you tried to keep your cool long enough, but it's so much... I can't wait!"
But they did have to wait! It took almost the whole hatching, but after bronzes and a brown, and even the large Gold egg hatched, a smallish Blue broke shell and trundled toward the group of boys. He scanned the group and seemed to be making a decision. Quickly made, he trumpeted a bit and went to Marcel!
You will be my rider, M'cel, you are my friend! You do look a little silly in that dress thing, though!
After a moment and nothing but the dragon's mental invasion to think on, M'cel shook off the surprise and the veiled insult, and cried out, "his name is Lakenth!"
Don't embarrass me, Lakenth, I'm not the one who has bits of shell still stuck to his tail... M'cel bent down and picked off the little shells.
(Continued in Ar'd's page!) |
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Lakenth and M'cel are now weyrlings! Read about it on their second page!
They are all done growing up, read about their Adult stage! |
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