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Persona Info:
Name: D'mor
Pronunciation: D (as in deer) mor
Nickname: Der
Age: 25
Gender: M
Rank: Wingrider
Birth Place: A mining camp near Blackstone hold
Current Location: Northern Barrier Weyr
Family: Father Morneger /52/sr. Journeyman Miner-shift supervisor
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Mother Derenna /50/sr. Journeyman Miner-mining engineer
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Morgen /32/ Journeyman Miner
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Sister in Law Daricie /30/ cook
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nephew Dargen/6/ holdbrat
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Nephew Morcer/ 4/ holdbrat (Morgen's sons)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Gerteren /30/ Journeyman Smith
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Sister in Law Calis /29/ Weaver
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Niece Renica /2/ Holdbrat (Gerteren's daughter)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Morgeren /28/ Journeyman Miner
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Sister in Law Valie /28/ Journeyman Smith
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Renender/28/ Journeyman Miner (Morgeren's twin)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Morren /27/ Journeyman Miner

Physical Description: Determor is big. Well, huge. He stands at an impressive 6'5", with a powerful, intimidating build, well muscled from years working the mines and now dragonriding. He has shaggy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes along with a ruddy complexion. His face is square and even, and pleasant enough to look at, with a clean jaw and a sensitive mouth. Determor's voice is a pleasant, soft barritone, not a deep bass you'd expect from a big man. His hands and arms have several small scars from his work, and he isn't the most graceful man on Pern, seeming to shamble, bear-like, rather than walk.

Personality: He's a Gentleman, litterally, a gentle man. Kind, patient, thoughtful, and generous, he's a long way from stupid. But, D'mor is a slow, methodical thinker and not much of a talker, sometimes giving the impression of a slow mind. His word is his bond, though, and he has a good sense of humor when you get to know him. On occasion, he's not exactly quick on the uptake, fast talkers and sarcasm tend to go right over his head. Determor's quite shy, a leftover from his life in a tiny hold. Well aware of his strength, he tends to be careful with animals and people. He enjoys company, and is actually a pushover, and easy to fool, at least the first time. After that, he won't like the person much, well, at all, but will just ignore them instead of getting into a confrontation. Turns living and working in a small community taught him not to hold grudges against people you'd have to work with.

Habits:He tends to blush easily, and isn't very forward. He rarely speaks more than a few sentinces at a time, and is more comfortable in the edge of a crowd than in the spotlight. D'mor refers to all female dragons as 'Ladies' and all males as 'Sirs' in respect. When Ceradwyth is proddy, he cries and grows angry easily, often at the same time.

Hobbies:Rockclimbing, collecting semi-prescious stones.

History:D'mor was born Determor in a small mining camp that had developed into a smallhold, one of many that sprung up in the Iron Hills territories thanks to the Weyr presence and the demand for metals. He was born the youngest of six sons of a pair of Minecrafters, born into a boisterous family (how could they not be with so many?) but a loving and close knit one. His childhood was quite average, but he delveloped a deep love for the icy mountains and a passion for climbing with his friends. When he was old enough, he took up his Apprenticeship in MineCraft under the hold's Master, did well, and became a Journeyman at 18. As with most of the hold, following some aspect of the mining trade came naturally. He asked for and got posted to his home hold upon recieving his knots, meaning he'd never left the small Minehold where he lived. Everything he needed and knew was there, so why go somewhere else?

That is, until the dragonrider came Searching. The larger holds weren't exactly full of eager vollunteers these days, truth was, this was the bottom of the Search barrel and he expected to find nothing. Determor came out of the mine after his shift with his fellows to find himself face to muzzle with a green dragon! When he tried to get away from the beast, she insisted on following and crooning to general laughter. The next thing he knew, he was told he'd been found to be candidate material and was asked to come to the Weyr. Having worked Groundcrew, he was aware of the danger, but how could he not help protect his home? So, instead of dinner at home that night, Determor was settling into a Weyr full of strangers.

Candidacy was not exactly wonderful, he was a grown man surrounded by children, and he just did what needed done and got through it. When the Hatching came, he calmly waited on the Sands, feeling a bit silly, especially when his family had made the journey to see him Impress. An egg hatched, and a lithe, delicate green form emerged, looked around, and waddled to him as a firm feminine voice said- {{Determor, I am Ceradwyth. You are my rider.}} Determor was now D'mor, rider to his good lady, the love of his life, Ceradwyth. Weyrling training was a blur, easy enough until her first flight. While the winner had been decent enough afterwards, D'mor was meticulous after that to have a lady as a stand in and made it clear any rider chasing his green should do the same. After serving a Turn as firestone relay, they are now serving in Nova Wing.

Dragon Info:
Name: Ceradwyth
Age: 4
Color: Green
Physical Description: D'mor's good lady, Ceradwyth, is one of the smaller greens in her clutch, an even, ghostly pale green with almost a mother of pearl cast to her. She is finely built, delicate and small. She posseses a wiry strengh though, and is very nimble in the air, even laden with her not exactly small rider. She tires fairly quickly during Falls, though.
Personality: Ceradwyth is a large dragon, tragically trapped in a small green form. She is a practical, no nonsense green who nudges her rider like a devoted parent, urging him to speak up and present himself well. She has no trouble speaking up for herself, and has a firm, lady-like manner that is reminicent of an maiden Aunt or an aged Queen, with a graceful, proud carriage. While she loves her rider, she is not very demonstrative, and is so far, taking his utter devotion to her as her due.
Rider�s age at Impression: 21
Impressed At: Northern Barrier Weyr
Dam and Sire: Gold Eanith and Brown Ortabeth
Wing Placement: Nova Wing

Crafters:
Craft Rank: Jr. Journeyman Miner
Craft Specialty: Ore evaluation
Turns in Craft:10
Master(s) studied under: Master Erbeld