Lisbet

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Stats
Name: Lisbet
Age: 32
Gender: Female

Description: Lisbet is dark-skinned with soft black hair that covers her ears and neck, deep brown eyes, a big nose and luscious lips. She is tall and thin and likes to keep in shape by running since her job isn't all that physical. She likes to wear bright colours and designs that show off her assets. Because she is in charge of the maintenance, she keeps her tool belt close at hand at all times. 
Personality: Lisbet is practical with a tendency to get deep into new fads. If there's a new diet getting rave reviews, she'll try it. If there's a new clothes shop that is being talked about, she'd already have been there. Her love of trends will never interfere with her work though and she'll keep everyone's gear in top condition and even add a handy feature now and then when she gets the inspiration. 
Family: Lisbet is married to Christopher and has one daughter Alexa. She also has a younger nephew she dotes on.

Class: Artificer
Role/Position: Maintenance & Mobility
Work Ethic: We just don't know how she gets it all done AND writes such lengthy faqs about her work. 
Pets: --
Bond: Copper Aeneath (m) from Isla Weyr

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Hatching
Long before the dragons began their reverberating hum, guests were ushered into the sands and candidates were rounded up. As guests were seated and candidates were located, the dragons began their hum that announced the imminent hatching was about to begin. Despite best effort, chaos ensued as people rushed to the sands to get the best seats, or find friends to continue bets with, and candidates quickly joined those waiting. Once (most) of the candidates were gathered they were led onto the sands. Formality was tossed for those that could not fit into an impression robe or who had shown up too late. As long as the attire was simple and not flashy, the official let it slide. 
The eggs were rocking, some tumbling down into other eggs causing loud cracks that made a few people wince with worry. The Geneticist were there, helping and righting potential disasters - there was plenty of room on the sands but as some candidates moved to eggs they had been drawn to during the few egg touching events - room became a luxury.
From the stands, dignitaries and representatives from all over the Nexus watched as the first eggs shattered - and, as if this was the cue - dozens of eggs rocked, cracked and the tiny hatchlings broke free in heaps of limbs, wings and tail. Watching each Impression was soon impossible but for those on the sands beside the rocking, shattering eggs, it was a very different experience...
Lisbet had added a bright yellow sash to her otherwise plain white robe and felt it did suit her complexion. At least the splash of colour set her apart from the other candidates and she hoped it would lure a hatchling toward her. At least that seemed like a better plan to go out and search for one herself, risking that she might miss the one dragon that was meant for her. While waiting, she helped a few officials to right the eggs or to guide confused new pairs to where they needed to be. Lisbet was, as always, prepared. 
As Lisbet helped a teary eyed pair make their way from the sands, watching as the young boy and his hatchling were guided off toward the Weyrbowl by Geneticsts and riders, she suddenly spotted a copper hatchling proudly prancing after them. She was about to call for the boy, thinking this hatchling wanted to double bond - she had heard it could happen after all - when something pulled at her mind. 
“Hey, wait! You can’t just...” she started to say when the copper hatchling turned, smirking and locked eyes with her...
Suddenly falling deep within the depths of the shimmering eyes, Lisbet forgot about everything around her and felt as focused and content as when she was tinkering on a spectacular piece of equipment. Metallic hues seemed to bloom in her vision, not only the warm copper but also the soft glow of gold, the tarnished green of bronze and the dull grey of lead. 
"I finally caught up with you." the hatchling spoke in her mind, "You were so busy with others you didn't look my way."
"I'm... sorry." Lisbet mumbled, "I did it to help."
"And I like that about you." the dragon agreed. 
Listbet and Aeneath departed the sands side by side.

Stats
Name: Aeneath
Gender: Male
Colour: Copper
Genetic Base: Brown
Size: Medium-Long (suggested height: 9'4", suggested length: 60'8")
Parents: Gold Haadakath x Silver Sominth
Species: 1/8 Alskyrian, 7/8 Pernese
Note: Latin for bronze or copper
Personality: Helpful, attentive and caring. 
Abilities: 
     *telepathy: can speak mind-to-mind with other sentient beings
     *teleportation (between): can travel to a different location on the same world instantly (includes time travel)
     *assisted fire-breath: can breath fire after digesting a phosphorous-bearing rock such as firestone
     *telekinesis: can move objects with their mind as per the spell telekinesis

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Weyrling
Aeneath excelled at rescue practice. It was the only time he really got into the roleplay of training. Sure they needed to know the basics, sure they needed to train. But there was little point in doing mock battles or having contests. Aeneath didn't get motivated for those. But when trying to save people, he shined.
"Hurry!" he directed his rider, Lisbet.
"It is only practice." she responded.
"But it's cold out in the mountains. I don't want them to endure it for too long."
"You big softy." Lisbet chuckled, but she did speed up.

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Adult
"Do we need to bring a gift?" Aeneath asked Lisbet.
"We're going home, so no." she responded.
"Your home. I'm basically a tag-along."
"You're my bond. They'll love you regardless of what you bring."
"So I should bring something."
"Maybe it would be better." Lisbet smiled, "What did you have in mind?"
"Food. You can never go wrong with food." Aeneath nodded sagely.
"I guess love does go through the stomach. Did you have something in mind?"

Continued on Christopher's page.

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[STORY] ~'~ [ABSIN] [ESTIVAN] [IELKY] [JACK] [LISBET] [MAY] [NOEMY] [RIKS] [SOPHY] [TONIA] [YORGE]

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Lantessama Isle - Isla Weyr
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