Blackstone Weyr -- Neon

Name: Neonan (Neo'n)

Gender/Age: Male, 19

Rank/Craft: weyr bred, guard, hunter

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Location: Blackstone Weyr

Relatives/Family: brother of H'lis, son of Loth and Helan; cousins cousins cousins

Dragon if any: GREEN Catnith From Artaq Weyr

Physical Description: 6'0", 160, a mirror of his older brother. He has a bit more muscle on him naturally, though. He is easy to look at, very hansome with pale skin, shock white hair that like his brother's is impossible to control and is always moving with the air. He has the trademark grey, colorblind eyes of their ancestry, the same heart shaped face. His voice is lower, darker and smoother than his brother's, perhaps because he does not need to shout so much. He will learn. He too wears loose, pleasant clothing, which is designed by friends of the family so they come in the "right" colors.

Emotional/Mental Description: more stable than his brother, because he was not forced to become a Candidate at too young an age. Now that he is old enough to handle it, he will surely be just as good. He is less private about his feelings towards men (and women) so his choices for dragon color are more limited. Though he says otherwise, he has no intention of becoming a weyr leader, however his brother does ask him to help on occasion. They could pass as twins, save for their mental stability.

Skills: as a hunter, and guard for the Weyr, Neonan has excellent hand-eye coordination and while he can't see in colors he can practically see in the dark. Light values mean nothing to him, so he can walk into a brightly lit room from the dark and suffer no ill effects. He keeps his own weyr dark, and moody, and is an excellent designer of such things. He is his Harper's best student, however he will use his knowledge of the past to sway the future, rather than just watching it like most.

History: born several years after H'lis disappeared, he knew of his brother because of a strangely tight mental bond. Though their parents knew of what H'lis was doing, they had to behave as if he had died. When he returned only Neonan was not surprised. He always supported the rider in times of need, but also lived his life before then with an eye for pleasures. He is not adverse to getting dirty to have fun, or do his work.

Notes and Special Information: Neonan and H'lis are practically soul-brothers, though Neonan can also speak to others of their bloodline through mental contact.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Neonan keeps people as pets, frequently finding an old lover in his bed in the morning. He likes playing with fire, both literally and figuratively, but knows that when he gets burned, he will have to explain the scars.

Tarshen raised his head to look at Neonan. His young lover appeared to be asleep, but then his pale white lips crept into a smile which said he was indeed awake. "What are you grinning about, Neonan? Thinking about dragons again, I would guess..."

Neonan sighed and looked at Tarshen. The pleasant memories of their night in his weyr came back and he thought about telling him that he was thinking about that. But instead, Neonan nodded. "Drifting through the clouds... Some day, Tarshen sweet boy, I shall have a dragon who catches a beauty of a Gold."

Tarshen sat bolt upright and laughed loudly, "you?! On a Bronze?!" He continued to laugh loudly, until Neonan smacked him. "Seriously, Neonan, the day you impress a Bronze is... the day Thread ceases to fall!"

Neonan aimed his slate colored eyes at the dark brown ones of Tarshen. "You doubt me?" He said, quietly and with a sinister narrowing to his eyes. "And worse, you doubt my manhood?"

At that, Neonan sprang upon his lover and pinned him to the cushion below them.

"I could never do that, my dear friend," Tarshen said, knowing just how to defuse this situation. He wasn't nearly as strong as his pale-skinned weyrmate, though he was taller. Neonan finally released Tarshen's arms, and he rested with a cheshire-cat grin with his chin on Tarshen's chest.

"Then how do you explain my brother and his Bronze?" Neonan finally said, flickering barely-visible eyebrows. "He's... well, he and I are quite alike, you know."

"He's not taken a male lover in the entire time he's been at Blackstone, Neonan," Tarshen countered. "Apparently, that Bronze of his is far closer to his heart than mere boyhood lust."

Neonan pouted a bit, and then chuckled.

"Jealous of him?" Tarshen asked, and Neonan ground his chin into the soft part of his chest, making the dark-skinned youth cringe.

"Not at all. Just pointing out that he's got a bronze and he will probably find a beauty of a gold to fly, and I think that I perhaps should try at least for the same thing."

"Trying and getting are very different," Tarshen said, looking a bit sad. Neonan noticed the look immediately.

"You've been on the sands before," he said, and Tarshen nodded.

"I didn't Impress... But they said that I can remain on, that's why I am here, Neonan. You know that."

"I didn't know you had already been on the sands. Perhaps you'll impress at the same time as me."

"You deserve a flighty green, Neonan, you know that? You're just like one!" Tarshen jibed, and then squirmed out from under the pale weyr guard. "But who knows? Maybe if you do impress a green, I'd take a blue." He flickered his own thick black eyebrows at Neonan, and dressed for the day.

Neonan watched and finally rolled to his side. "You know, there is a new weyr. Talor's sister weyr, Artaq Weyr. The've a clutch on the sands, and I'm supposed to be on them soon." He tried to say it in as casual a manner as he could, knowing now that he'd been with this boy who had already been disappointed on the sands... Tarshen stopped, mid-stride, as he was going for his boots. He didn't look at Neonan, but he nodded.

"I wish you luck then. I'm to stay here at Blackstone. The sands will come alive again for me, Neonan. Don't worry. And you haven't offended me, believe me. At least you're making the best of it. Others haven't been so kind. Like my parents."

Neonan snorted out a gruff angry sound. "They expected too much? Don't they know how many candidates are turned away at every clutch? Nearly every Weyr is filled with people who don't impress but have been searched. I do hope you will Impress my friend. You deserve to fly."

Tarshen looked at Neonan, and slipped a smile across his face. "Thank you Neonan. I hope you impress your bronze. But don't you dare come back to me disappointed because you've got a flighty green lifemate."

Neonan rolled his head and laughed...

"I told you I would leave the sands with the right dragon," Neo'n said. Shard laughed, and looked at the pretty little green who slumbered at Neo'n's feet.

"She's a beauty. I hate to ask you this so early, but ... will you have her on firestone to start? Or are you going to let her flirt a bit first?"

Neo'n smiled widely at his friend. The bluerider certainly had a way of flirting himself, and Neo'n laughed. "I think, with that kind of question, you're going to have to wait and see, Shard, rider of BLUE Jeremoth..."

Who is blue Jeremoth? Is he from the eggs? Can I meet him? The green dragonet blearily bespoke. Neo'n caressed her long neck, and shushed her.

"He's someone you'll meet some day, Catnith. For now, just rest and I'll oil your hide up so you don't itch."

"So he was serious?" Asked one of the weyrbrats.

"Yes, apparently. He told us that the dragon won't be on firestone until she's broken some blue or brown rider's heart." The other said, laughing.

Neo'n smirked at the younger pair who packed away firestone into the sacks. Catnith wouldn't have anything to do with the smelly stuff. He hoped... Well, he hoped that perhaps if they did have to go up and fight thread all the time, she'd get used to it eventually. But he did think that the weight of an agenothree tank in his arms had been doing great things for his physique.

What is a fizz-eek? Asked the green.

It's your body, you know, how good you look.

Do I look good?

"You look wonderful, Catnith! You look absolutely perfect!"

The dragon beamed her happiness at him, and she walked down the ledge to her new weyr.

I will never like that stuff. It smells nasty. I think it doesn't even smell good on another dragon.

"Well, I know that. But if you want to be flown by a good dragon, my sweet Catnith, they practice out in Thread. They're the same moves to chase you, you know."

The look in Catnith's eye was a whirling golden green. Then I will learn new tricks. I want only the best mate. And for you, too. Do you think there is a good mate for you?

There are lots of them, Neo'n bespoke with a grin. Those around them did not know why he smirked like that, but some of them suspected. Especially some of the brown and blue riders. Some of the more 'manly men' stayed as far away from the green rider as possible. With good reason, too. He was still likely to slip an arm around a waist, smother someone in kisses and be gone in half a moment before they even realized he was there.

He usually did this to people who were about as attracted to him as they were to threadscore.

It thrilled his dragon that he wanted to live dangerously. She protected him with her fierce ways, and he made sure that she would be signed up on the next flight list for a weyr's hatching sands.

"It won't be any time soon, sweet," he said, "but you should still be looking out for that best dragon."

And rider! I always want that. If you are not happy, I cannot be happy.

"Then you just do exactly like you've been doing all along, Catnith," Neo'n laughed, "and everything will be fine. Maybe I can convince H'lis to fly that huge bronze Synesth in here for you..."

He is gigantic! I cannot fly him! He's much too big! And... The dragon turned her wedge-shaped head away, he is far more fit for a proper queen. A gold deserves him. I do not know why he has not found one yet to fly.

"Plus the fact that he's my brother," Neo'n chuckled. "Not that that would stop either of us, if we had the right, um, 'third' party member..." He glanced around and saw Ebony. Ahh. Just the very thing for his sore back...

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