Weyrlingmaster Es'ren

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Name: Es'ren
Age: 43 (1003.07.29)
Rank: Weyrlingmaster
Birthplace: Haeron Cothold
Residence: Makala Weyr

Hair: His hair is light brown and cut to a medium length. He starts the day with it styled perfectly and slicked back and usually ends with it flying in every direction except for the pieces tucked behind his hears.
Eyes: His eyes are a dark golden color with even darker, burnished flecks in the middle. They have a round, innocent, and humble look inside of them.
Build: Es'ren still carries with him the body of a farmer. He's extremely tall, standing somewhere near 6'5" to 6'6". He is very healthy, with a strong yet lean appearance. He has a boxish look to him, making him all the more intimidating.
Complexion: He has a very dark, rustic look to him. His skin is somewhat marred with dark spots from the sun, as well as the scars of childhood acne on his face. His skin is tough, often feeling more like a runner's bare hide.
Identifying Marks/Other: Es'ren has a scar traveling over his right eye. It cuts his eyebrow in a jagged line, as well as leaves a light scar traveling part way down his cheek. Also, to the right of his eyebrow is another jagged scarline. Other than these, which were earned from his over-eagerness to break in a new runner, he has the usual childhood scars from an active, farmer's life.

Family:
father- Warret, farmer, Haeron Cothold
mother- Esille, cook, Haeron Cothold
uncle- Leusan, cotholder, Haeron Cothold
uncle- K'vu, retired Weyrlingmaster, Makala Weyr
siblings- Illette, Ashlyn, Warrille, Ewarr, Terras, Esi
cousins- Lesliar, S'nall

Personality: Es'ren is, in a nutshell, a down-to-Pern person. He's very earthy, and has always been a humble man. He was raised with the strong, yet strict, morals of a farmer and has done his best to uphold them. He's a family man, kind to his younger siblings though he's yet to have any children of his own. He's a gentleman to everyone, and though people may get annoyed with his often gruff manner, no one can bear to hate him. His weyrlings and the ones that have graduated from his training, however, don't count. He rules with the harsh ideals he was raised up, and his barracks are his kingdom. They live under his rules, and he doesn't give them an option. There is no 'You can either behave or-'; there is *never* an 'or'. You do it, that's it, period. Most of them graduate training thanking him over and over, though a few remain sour. Other have to wait Turns before they understand why he was like as he was when they were under his strict rules. Most are shocked at the abrupt change in his manner after they have become wingriders. To everyone else he is a kind, helpful gentleman who is more likely to laugh along with the jokes you tell rather than roll his eyes.

History: Es'ren was born Eswaren, first son to a farmer at Haeron Cothold. His mother had married into the family, and for quite a long time it was just the four of them- his father, mother, uncle, and him. A few Turns later Esille had her second child, and after that they began coming at odd intervals. She was a very motherly young woman, and she raised her children with a loving heart and a fierce backhand for when they crossed the line. None of them were bitter, she treated their father the same way, and they still loved eachother.
Eswaren was raised on the farm and he never had any complaints. Some of his brothers and sisters went off to Apprentice or do as they pleased, but the majority ended up staying at home. It seemed as if the end of every other sevenday was a time when the entire family would return home to talk about how they were doing, what they're lives were like, and anything else they could think of. The only big event that happened was an accident with one of the Cothold's runner, from which now Es'ren carries a semi-nicely healed scar.
Eswaren's life was changed drastically in his twentieth Turn. He was attending his first Hatching, seated next to his uncle. His cousin, Leusan's first child with his wife, was standing on the Sands for Impression. Eswaren had always gotten along best with his uncle, and had agreed to accompany him since his wife was sick in bed. Seunall Impressed a blue at the very beginning of the hatching, making him S'nall, rider of Blue Vancouth.
Eswaren, however, was still enthralled as he watched the eggs Hatch. He had hardly seen dragons up close before in his entire life, and seeing dragonets for the first time amazed him. He leaned over the side of the Stands, where somehow Leusan had managed to get front row seats (little did he know it them bet Leusan was the brother-in-law to the then Weyrlingmaster K'vu). He got perhaps a bit too interested, and went tumbling head first over the border between the Stands and the Sands. Righting himself, he was horrified to find himself nose-to-nose with something damp, dripping, and creeling in hunger. In the end, Es'ren ended up leading his young bronze Oketh off the sands to get food for the bronze, and a new pair of pants for Es'ren.
The next two decades brought more changes. S'nall was scored in Threafall, and after losing Vancouth he returned to the Cothold to live with his family. Weyrlingmaster K'vu and Es'ren became good friends, the two were both bronzeriders and both seemed to have a commanding presence with the weyrlings that earned them respect. It was little surprise to anyone when E'sren became K'vu's Weyrlingmaster Second.
His youngest sister Illette was born, as was his cousin Lesliar. Leusan's wife died in giving birth to his daughter, and Es'ren spent all of his free time with his uncle for the next two Turns. He also took a liking to Lesliar, who seemed to be a head-strong girl from birth.
Close to the end of Es'ren's fiftienth Turn as a dragonrider, he and Oketh were invovled in an accident during a bad 'Fall. Oketh had gone to catch a falling weyrling who had been badly scored, and as he supported the young bronze a batch of Thread caught his right wing. He had to wait to go /between/ until the younger bronze was ready, and ended up giving himself a scar that would impede him flying an entire 'Fall for another three Turns. A single Turn after Oketh's complete recovery, K'vu took ill. He retired, and once again to no one's surprise he named Es'ren as his successor. He took on his role, and things began to run smoothly once again after so many Turns of turmoil in the family.

Dragon Information

Name: Oketh
Age: 1023.10.13
Parents: Elbaneth/Soleith
Color: Bronze
Size: Large
Description: Oketh is nearing his twenty-fourth Turn, but he is still able-bodied and strong. He is large yet compared to some of the younger bronzes, and holds his own among the elder as well. He is a dark, rusted bronze in colour, his hide smoothly with little variation of color. He, like any dragon his age, has his own plethora of scars. The most prominent of his marks are on his right wingsail. There, a batch of Threadscore found it's place, and the membrane tissue is scarred, rigid, and tough. It causes him to fly a little tilted at times, though he is still as healthy and strong as he was fresh out of weyrling training, perhaps even a bit more so.
Personality: He is full of suggestions and advice, though he has never been very chatty. He talks with his rider, and it is a rare occasion when he invites himself into conversation with another dragon that is not a weyrling. He is on his toes, every watchful- his eyes seem to catch everything with a cunning alertness. This heightens his skill as a Weyrlingmaster, a job which he takes much pride in. He can roar as loud as any dragon on Pern, though he is only given to a temper when Es'ren has his rare fits of rage. However, he is very strict with his charges- the Weyrfolk and most in the surrounding area can tell when a weyrling has stepped over his or her marks.

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