Description: Berthol is a tall
and skinny young man with hardly an ounce of fat on his bones. No matter
how much he eats, he just keeps putting it into height and not muscle. He
has blond hair and a pale complexion. He burns easily and usually keeps
indoors because of it. He likes wearing blue and grey clothes.
Personality: Berthol would like to be a macho but sadly his body
doesn't agree. He just can't put on muscle but he is a good long distance
runner which means he's actually more suited for the role of being bullied
instead of the one doing the bullying. He would love to be manly and brave
and talk about all things butch and training. But alas going outside
causes his allergies to act up so he's stuck inside. His reading and
memory skills have gotten a boost from that however and he seems to be
headed for a job as cleric (but not in a library).
Hobbies: practicing cool dialogues by himself
Skills: reading, finding shade
Family: Only child to a middle class family, they live comfortably
but aren't considered noble or wealthy.
Pets: Blue Solo (m) from Meridian
Berthol looked outside. The day was sunny, the spring sun illuminating the
world without driving the temperatures to uncomfortable heights. Sadly,
Berthol was inside, helping his father log purchases and sales and doing
the books. He'd rather be in his room reading the latest pirate novel, but
his father was the one buying those so Berthol couldn't exactly throw a
tantrum and refuse to help.
"What's the total for last month?" Berthol's father asked.
Berthol gave the sum and knew it was correct. He'd double checked. A
commotion outside drew his attention and he cast his eyes outside once
more. A large shadow blotted out the sun and voices crying
"dragon!" made it all too obvious what was happening.
"Go ahead, go see the dragon." his father waved, "I can do
this by myself."
Berthol quickly said a thank you and headed out despite the pollen in the
air. The green dragon had landed just outside the hold on a field that was
luckily void of flowering plants because livestock had been grazing on
"Don't push boys and girls, there are plenty of eggs." the
"Eggs?" Berthol asked one of the other boys around.
"Firelizard eggs." the boy, who was probably slightly younger
than him, "There was an excess at the Weyr and the leftover eggs are
being brought to the neighbouring holds. They're probably all blues and
greens but it's not like we'd be getting firelizards this far from a
Berthol nodded and started queuing, hoping to reach the dragonrider before
the eggs ran out. It must have been his lucky day because only two were
left. Berthol grabbed an egg and sneezed at the same time, losing his
balance and crashing into the green dragon.
"Be careful boy." the large
reptilian told him.
"Of course, sorry." he mumbled back and was distracted by the
egg in his hands cracking.
A blue nose poked out and Berthol couldn't contain his grin as the blue
firelizard made eyecontact and the rudimentary bond was made. Hunger
wracked his stomach and he quickly fished out half a breadroll out of his
pants and offered it to his new firelizard.
But he was in for an even bigger surprise when the dragonrider approache
dhim and said: "Hifith here says you understood her, she says you
could probably stand for the next clutch and have a good chance of
impressing. What do you say?"
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