May

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Stats
Name: May
Age: 48
Gender: Female

Description: May is one of the oldest members in the group. She has a tanned skin, intelligent green eyes and lots of wrinkles from smiling. She keeps her dark brown hair short so it doesn't get in the way, but it's long enough to look wild and ruffled (and it usually does since she has a tendency to run her hands through it). May likes to wear comfortable clothes and being a paladin, usually has some armour on. She is skilled with a wide range of weapons but has recently been focusing on the spear.
Personality: May is very experienced. She's been through a lot and there is little that surprises her. She has a good intuition that paired with her experience tells her when things get dire. She likes company but also needs her own quiet time where she can unwind. She enjoys the finer things in life, like good food and the better choices in music and books (read: those that get rewards and have deeper meanings). She is good friends with some other paladin and at times goes on trips with them to relax. She likes her freedom.
Family: Single, good relationship with sister, nieces and nephews. 

Class: Paladin
Role/Position: Guard/Rear of Party
Work Ethic: Take things one step at a time, working through crisises as they pop up (because she knows they will). 
Pets: --
Bond: Platinum Izarith (f) 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...
May watched as Absin took up her stance, proud, tall and unmoving and grinned. She had known the barbarian for a long time and knew that she would not budge from her place. May however was very different. Sometimes you stayed rigid, but some times called for more flexible behaviour. This was not a battlefield, this was more like a party. People trashing about and excitement all around. 
But May wasn't here just to enjoy the feast, she was here with a purpose. She led her intuition guide her, stepping to the left, avoiding a couple of candidates and roaming dragonets, until she found the egg she'd been attracted to from the start. It was a faint ivory with green speckles and a single patch of white that almost looked like a star. May knew it carried her destiny. 
As May watched the egg, the hairline fractures spread across the shell slowly, as if the hatchling within was timid about coming into the world. Eventually, a shimmering metallic light grey muzzle slipped out as if testing the world before vanishing. May coaxed and eventually the baby dragonet shoved her entire head out, head covered in egg-goo. 
"May...is it...safe?" Izarith asked, blinking up at the woman hopefully.
May knelt down next to the hatchling and wiped her down with her sleeve. The metallic grey colour started to shine even more and to May Izarith looked just like a divine sword or shield. Utterly beautiful and refined. 
"It is safe, Izarith." May promised, "I won't let any harm come to you."

Stats
Name: Izarith
Gender: Female
Colour: Platinum
Genetic Base: Green
Size: Medium-Length (suggested height: 6'2", suggested length: 40'2")
Parents: Green Shadrajth x Silver Athnalth
Species: Pernese
Note: from Izar - star - Basque
Personality: beautiful, refined but easily scared though she will probably grow out of that trait, she'll probably remain cautious. 
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
"Are you sure we can skip training?" Izarith asked.
"Look at how nice it is, the sun is shining, it's pleasantly warm! It's perfectly fine to go enjoy the world today."
"But won't people get mad at us?"
"So what, it's not as if we don't know what we need to know." May shrugged.
The draconic version of training wa smuch the same as the paladin way of training. You practiced the basics until you got them down and then started combining them to form more elaborate patterns. One day of leisure wouldn't hold them back. And today was just perfect.
"If you're worried, we can always do some training later to make up for the lost lesson." May suggested.
"I would like that."

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Adult
Having lived with her bond long enough, Izarith had given up trying to change the wily paladin. May knew what she was doing. Even when she seemed to be slacking off or even when she appeared to be going down the wrong path, her paladin always came through at the end. Meaning that Izarith had grown somewhat more confident. Confident enough to want to take the next step in her life.
"I'd like to put my name on the flight boards." she told May, slightly nervous.
"Of course. You get targeted while I knock down the chasers' bonds when i don't like them, right?" May grinned.
"Erm... I guess you'll know what to do." Izarith said, leaving it at that.

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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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