Name/Alias: Jezza
Email Address: [email protected]
Age: 16
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Persona Info:
Name: G'chel
Pronunciation: GEE-chell
Nickname: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: M
Rank: Wingrider/Watchrider
Birth Place: Telgar Hold
Current Location: Northern Barrier Weyr
Family: Father Gordren/ 40/ Sr. Journeyman Smith/ Iron Hills Smithcrafthall
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Mother Chelia/39/ Archivist/ Iron Hills Smithcrafthall
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Sister Chellre/21/ Jr. Journeyman Smith/ Iron Hills Smithcrafthall
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Drenchel/18/ Sr. apprentice Archivist/ Iron Hills Smithcrafthall
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Brother Gorchen / 16/ Apprentice Smith/ Iron Hills Smithcrafthall

Physical Description: G�chel�s a pretty man. Light brown curly hair, warm green eyes, and a handsome face, coupled with a strong, graceful frame breaks more then one heart. Standing at 6� even, he looks like a model for the perfect rider. Well, except for his clothes. They tend to look more like he threw them on at the last minute, and are rarely overly clean.

Personality: Easy going, a bit silly, G�chel�s still a kid at heart. He doesn�t take his rank or responsibilities seriously, something that�s keeping him from ever moving out of Nova. That�s fine with him, he�s glad to ride mid-level and a green, even one like Warspith, it means he won�t ever have to deal with the labor of rank and lets him have a good time. He�s a lousy listener, enjoying being at the center of things, and one of the chief gossips at the Weyr, anything told to him goes in his ears and out his mouth. When they fly Fall, it�s different, for Warspith�s sake, he�s at the top of his game, though he�ll freely admit she�s the one who calls the shots in the air, he�s just there to keep her stoked, keep the coordinates for jumps, and watch her back. In time, some of his dragon�s attitude may rub off on him, but it�s hard to say yet.

Habits:He�s a slob, to the point that his weyr is suspected to be growing new types of glow fungus. Is a master at the fine art of goofing off, er...sitting Watchduty, it�s all his green�s work, anyway.

Hobbies:Napping, gossip, partying.

History: Every family has one. The black sheep, the spoiled kid, the odd uncle. In Gorchel�s case, he�s the family embarrassment, and proud of it! His family is a rather hard-working, well respected Smith one, originally from Telgar Hold. Gorchel was born second, after a sister who was a copy of their hard-working, sober, and reliable parents. Instead, Gorchel did his best to flee, it was too much work to follow the family traditions, but it was expected so he tried, even when the family was posted to Iron Hills' Smithhall from Telgar. After a disastrous attempt at Apprenticeship, he was, ahem, asked to leave the Smithcraft to his father�s mortification. He was bounced about for a time, until his parents tossed up their hands and wondered if he�d been switched by a midwife! All he wanted to do was have fun, while his siblings all wanted success and position. He loves his family, but he thinks the lot could loosen up.

Then, the 15 Turn old was Searched. His family packed him off at speed, eager to get him into something that might turn him around. Besides, at least he�d do his duty somehow. He was informed that if he got thrown out they�d wash their hands of him. Well, Gorchel was alright with it, once he found out he could stay for Turns as a candidate, it seemed like a good deal, even if he racked up enough punishment duty for three candidates and nearly got tossed more than once. When the Hatching came, though, something wonderful happened. A rich malachite colored form rolled awkwardly out of a shell and glared about as she sprawled on the Sands, until she heard Gorchel laughing at the sight. A glare, and a sudden croon could be heard. He was perfect? Couldn't be...but, it was true.

{{So. I am Warspith, let�s go.}} A hard, feminine voice �requested�. And he became G�chel, rider to green Warspith. The stunned Weyrling realized the plan to laze around in candidacy was shot, and actually did the work to be a rider, Warspith depended on him, as frightening as it was to the commitment shy kid. With any other rider, the green would easily have risen to the top of her clutch class, as it was, she managed a most impressive feat, getting G�chel flight ready. Now, they ride Nova, and have recently been made a Watchpair thanks to her knack for knowing her surroundings.

Dragon Info:
Name: Warspith
Age: 5
Color: Green
Physical Description: A deep, mottled green, reminiscent of malachite, Warspith is a long, sleek and dangerous looking dragon. Her lean lines proclaim her speed and her narrow muzzle gives her a predatory look.
Personality: Opposites attract. Warspith is fierce, intelligent, fiery and disciplined, one of the worse tempered and talented greens in the Weyr and knows it. Most greens tend to not step up, Warspith lives to, filling her traditional role as short range cover and seeking more duties as she can. Most greens are seen as lesser dragons, Warspith demands respect and gets it, she�s one of the best threadfighters in the Weyr regardless of color, and favors bronzes as mates. The truth is, she needed a rider like her G�chel, a more ambitious rider, or one who wasn�t willing to take a back seat at times would never have suited the powerful female. Her skill at knowing what�s going on around her is what got her a Watchpost. They balance each other as a good pair should, Warspith�s fire is well banked by her lazy rider, and her spine gives him strength, at least it will when he grows up.
Rider�s age at Impression: 15
Impressed At: Northern Barrier Weyr
Dam and Sire: Gold Quilth, Bronze Jeklenth
Wing Placement: Nova Wing