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Gray eyes, white hair, ruddy skin, slightly heavy set. Carac is short and
round, but not to an unhealthy degree. He stands by the belief that he is
simply "big-boned". Though he has a quick, charming smile, his
general appearance is quite bland. This is accentuated by his preference
for dark or neutral colours to allow him to blend into his surroundings.
Carac is an animated talker and uses his hands in all discussions.
Personality: Kind, generous, reckless. Carac is the definition of
“means well.” He often does not think through actions before taking
them, and then does not realize the impact his actions have on others
until the damage has been done. He possesses a great deal of empathy and
will go out of his way to help those around him, especially after he has
caused harm. When it comes to self-preservation, he has none. He is also a
Skills: Blending In, Easy Chubby Charm.
Enjoys: Helping others, Being among people.
Dislikes: Hurting others.
Carac grew up as the fifth son of a minor Pentas lord on Tris'Hath.
He received a fine education, love and attention from his nannies, and
developed a good connection with his siblings. His life, up until his
early teenage years, was rather uneventful.
During a trip to the capital city, Carac got into a fight with one of his
older brothers. He lost the fight, then stormed off and vowed never to
What he didn't realize at the time was that was the last day of their trip
and his father was not of a mind to wait for his wayward son to return
before packing up the family and heading home. When Carac returned to the
estate where they were staying a few hours later, he found it empty. Carac
went from being a rather coddled child to a street rat overnight.
Over the next few years, Carac attempted to make his way home, but learned
that he had absolutely no sense of direction and no idea of how to read
maps (he'd hated geography). He survived on the streets by developing a
knack for pick pocketing. The right kind of information also appeared to
be quite valuable, and so he became something of an information broker.
When a pair of dragon riders came calling one day, seeking anyone that
might have that spark of connection with the great beasts, Carac jumped at
the opportunity to change his fortune. Though he'd carved out a decent
existence for himself, it was still a hard one, and he would much prefer
to return to the days of knowing where his next meal would come from.
Besides, becoming a famous dragon rider would be an excellent way to shame
his family for abandoning him.
Carac found himself at the Burrow and was quite content
with his candidate lodgings. Though not anything like the more lavish
comforts of his youth, they were far better than the hard reality of his
street life. The rooms were utilitarian but had enough amenities to make
them comfortable and best of all, they were free for as long as he was a
candidate. Once he bonded he would be allowed to stay during training. And
once their training had finished he'd be able to seek employment wherever
he wanted, preferably an island paradise.
When the eggs showed signs of hatching, Carac went to the assigned placing
for candidates and almost hoped to be left standing. He had only just
gotten used to the life of a candidate and it was okay - especially when
you knew how to blend into the crowd and avoid getting chores. His
pick-pocketing skills came in handy like that.
Not too much later, a white dragon with blue hair, transparent wings and a
hide that sparkled like snowflakes approached him.
"My name is Hanath, Carac." he said out loud.
But at the same time, Carac heard a whisper in his mind:
"I see your dream of an island paradise and I
wish to join you. We'll see about whether or not we stick together once I
can manage on my own."
Carac blinked and his mind worked at lightning speed to catch up and give
an appropriate reply.
"I would love to care for you." he said.
And at the same time thought: "Let's discuss likely places while we
pretend to train."
Hanath hatched at
*Parents: Crystal White
Harylime x White-Red-Black Calico
*Species: Dragon Mutt
*Size: 6'8" at the shoulder
Personality: Trickster, Friendly, Inclined towards chaos, Polite
*Breath Weapon (Icy Air)
*Psionics (Telepathy*, Teleportation)
Hanath nd Carac appeared above the island of their
choice. Lantessama was a bit out of the way nexus-wise, but it was a
simple place with not too many people and the rules were quite liberal.
There was a lot of space and should they not like their life there, they
could always leave.
"I can't wait to dip into the dating pool."
Hanath said through a private telepathic link.
Carac snorted and signalled back, "Do a good word for me to their
Character created by Kin/Mystic
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