SVERYK
Name: Sveryk
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Looks: Sveryk has black hair that has started greying already, from the stress he jokes himself though he loves his work. His eyes are a light, confronting blue that give a view of the intelligence he is so known and respected for. He is quite a noticeable figure, striding through the village with the long pole he needs for walking, his cape wavering behind him. His handicap makes him walk rather stiffly, as if he is striding all the time. Sveryk is a cripple from the day he fell from one of the cliffs on the move to the Eastern Winter villages when he was only 10, 
Behaviour: He doesn't show his age and maybe that is what helped him get to where he is, being respected and obeyed. Maybe that is for the better since the set of his jaw line and his bushy eyebrows show that he is not an easy character, he is stubborn and bold with no respect for his elders. Sveryk might be untraditional, he has worked harder than anyone to be accepted since the frail of body are usually the first to die in times of crisis. He wanted to show that he too had something to share that the village needed. 
Goals in live: Sveryk started out with the need to be respected and needed, but now his goals have shifted to keeping the village alive and prosperous. And even with the disaster of the raid leaving their village rather small, he won't give up his responsibility of protecting them.
Favourite Timepassings: Sveryk lives his life for the greater good, he does not like to squander time with meaningless pleasantries. 
Job: Judge and Problem Solver
Family: Killed in the raid, Sveryk is the only child of Yrene (53) and Styven (55) though they tried to give him a brother or sister, they never succeeded in their tries, leaving them slightly overcompensating on their only child.
Homeworld: IceLand, village of IselWegn on the planet Syl'Neriss

[STORY] [HATCHING]

BACK To LANTESSAMA
Sveryk had debated with himself for a long time about whether or not he would return to Syl'Neriss. Guilt still pained his heart when he thought of home. But then that would likely happen no matter where he was.
"Only time can heal wounds." Nunth agreed wisely, "And maybe helping will ease your heart."
"I'd been told dragons were wise." Sveryk acknowledged.
"So, let us return."

FLIGHT
The stately blue, blood-stained dragon watched as the sun set at the horizon. Streaks of red and pink bordered the blue of the sky that was darkening. The colours resembled his own and Nunth always enjoyed this time of day. There was something magical about dusk that spoke to him. Some of the dragons on Lantessama favoured the promise of dawn, while others swore by the drama of a moonlit night.
"Feeling pensive?" Sveryk asked, joining his dragon with a drink.
"There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" Nunth retorted.
"Far from it." Sveryk acknowledged.
Life had a way of going faster than you could manage to plot. Things never went according to your plans and maybe that was a good thing.
"You want to celebrate life, do you?" Nunth asked.
"And how do you propose we do that? Raise a toast?"
"No, we join a flight of course. That's the most draconic way to go about it."
"Well, I don't see why not." Sveryk agreed.
Maybe celebrating life as Nunth put it, would help heal his heart.

Lantessama Isle
Sveryk impressed at the Vella Crean Blood Court