Name: T'bian (Tasabian)

Nickname: Tasay, but only his sister dares to call him that.

Sex: Male.

Rank: Bronzerider

Age: 20

Birthplace: Keroon Hold

Mother Name, rank, location: Unknown, holdless, unknown

Father Name, rank, location: Unknown, holdless, unknown

Siblings: younger sister Sabia

Significant others: none at the present.

Children: None

Height: 5'10

Hair colour/style: Black, has a blueish tint in the light. It's straight and worn to his shoulders and generally veils his eyes..

Eyes: A light, caramely shade of hazel.

Other Facial Features: He has a few noticeable scars. One of these being across his face, from over the top of his nose, to the middle of his right cheek, the secon is across the top of his left hand, from pinky to wrist. The second scar hinders the movement of that hand slightly.

Habits: When speaking ot someone he tends to stare at them straight faced, which leads most to faulter in their speech. also when speaking, or thinking, he'll crack his knuckles.

Hobbies: Anything where he can press his luck.

Personality: T'bian is generally anti-social, but he won't deny someone the oppertunity to speak with him. He has a warped sense of humor and in general finds the pain of others amusing. He feels emotions rather intensely, thus is rather affected by Starlanheth during flights and has forced himself upon women before. Due to his intense nature, it's quite easy for him to focus on a task and generally what's asked of him gets done quickly, and properly. So, even if wingleaders don't like him personally, they must admit he is a good, hard worker.

Background: T'bian was the first born to two young, holdless parents. When he was a turn old his isster came along, and hsi parents paniked and left both with an elderly couple. They never told them their names or anything, only who the childrne were and then vanished. Tasabian lived with the elderly couple until he was 7 turns old, when an illness took them both. He then took his younger sister with him and they were picked up by a middle aged with two children of their own. Tasay was your average bull headed young man, but his foster father would have none of it. Whenever Tasay would disobey, he'd get the snot beaten out of him, which only proved to intensify his stubborn nature. He could only stand this until he was 13 turns old and tried ot run off, but his foster father caught him and beat him within an inch of his life. His mind was made up, he couldn't take this anymore. And then one night it happened, he saw him back hand Sabia, and then his mind was made up. Still bruised and sore as he was, he grabbed Sabia, stole two of their foster fathers best runners and skipped out in the night, without anyhting but each other, and the runners. He deliberatly avoided contact with people, seeing as anyone who got to know them left them in one way or another, or treated them badly. He began stealing whatever he felt they needed to survive and became rather good at it as well. Eventually he was caught htough, being a teenager as he was, he got a bit to sure of himself. The man of the house was armed and took a swing at him with his belt knife and, although he moved to avoid it, he wasn't quick enough and it got him across the face. And then he made sure not to be cocky during an "outing" any more. And then the other scar he received from the rope he used as reins for his runner. There was a wild storm one night, and old Wind got spooked and reared, throwing him off. Only thing was was that his hand was wrapped in the rope and Wind pulled and jerked it hard enough tp where the rough, worn rope cut right in. When he was 17 he decided to go for a more glamourous steal, steal from a Weyr. So one night he attempted to do just that, but found it far to well guarded. He was taken prisioner without much injury to either side and locked up as the weyr debated a proper punishment, to bad the next day the eggs decided ot hatch and one little dragon wanted this strong willed boy. Everyone watched as the young bronze charged through the boy gathered and gave out a pitiful call, he didn't want any of those boys. He ran from the sands and into the bowl, tripping once and rolling out onto the rocks, gaining a few cuts to his tender flesh. He growled and got up and stumbled again, falling into a door with enough force to break the wooden door and scare the captive inside. It was love at first site, and the weyr wasn't sure what to do, but he'd impressed, and so he went through the same training as the others.

Dragon Information

Name: Starlanheth

Age: 3

Colour: A rich bronze, dark in most places except his face and a single hind leg.

Physical description: Lithe and average in size. He's got a few scars on his hide, but only from when he was young, his impression gave him most of those. They're small, and barely noticeable.