Name: Marak
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Description: Marak has a dark complexion, thick black hair and dark brown eyes. He has a big nose but since his face resembles his father's, he's not too worried, believing his face will square out and grow to accommodate the family nose. Marak will grow up average sized, with a sturdy build. 
Personality: Marak is a no-nonsense kind of boy. He does what is needed, no more and would prefer to be out to play. He's an outdoorsy type, enjoying to wander in the fields, to climb trees and to build hideouts. He has a charming smile and enough common sense to stay out of trouble. He jokes that he's the only one who can see through his sister who is not as nice as she acts. 
Hobbies: Adventuring
Skills: Realism and Relativism
Family: Middle child, with elder sister Luana (17) and a baby sister (4)
Pets: Green Gira (f) from Tripaldi Weyr (closed)


Marak's sister Luana stood in front of a mountain of dresses, skirts, pants, shirts and shawls in every colour of the rainbow. Marak didn't know why she just didn't slip into a dress or a skirt and be done with it. They were losing precious gather time and they would not get it back. 
"Why must it be so difficult to pick clothes?" Luana mumbled. 
Marak gave her a glare and said: "Just pick the red dress, you know you like it best."
"I didn't ask you." she answered coolly.
Marak wondered why he even tried, she would not do as he advised her anyway. But if it spurned her to pick one he'd run with it. If only his parents would allow him to go to the gather with some friends. But they didn't trust boys his age. As if girls a few years older where any more responsible. 
"I'm going for the green dress." she hissed and took it, pairing it with a purple shawl.  
The crisis averted, Luana exited and ignored Marak as he followed her. They hurried toward the hold's main square where a lot of people were already enjoying the gather. Luana was the first to spot the blue dragon, stopping dead in her tracks causing Marak to nearly run into her. The sight of the blue dragon made him forget that though. 
The dragonrider smiled when he saw them and gestured for them to come closer. Marak noticed he was not that ld either, maybe a few turns his senior. But more importantly to Marak was the basket of speckled eggs he was carrying. 
"Are those firelizard eggs?" he asked. 
"They sure are. We're handing them out at the holds because they'll only go to waste if we don't give them away."
"Don't they just bond each other?" Luana asked, giving a smug look that anyone else told him looked serious.
"They do but then they're a pain to care for." the dragonrider, Ef'lem, grinned.
"I want one!" Marak interrupted.
"I'll take one too." Luana answered sugarly sweet.
"Coming right up." Ef'lem said and dropped an egg into their waiting hands.
Within seconds the eggs cracked and Marak was holding a green and Luana a bronze firelizard.
"Give them a name, feed them and then they're yours. If you don't care for them, they will just fly off and join a pack anyway." the dragonrider warned them.
"Oh we wouldn't want that." Luana cooed and Marak shook his head.
The dragonrider seemed to pick up on Luana's flirting as he suddenly asked: 
"Would you like to come and visit the Weyr?"
At last his sister had done something right. 





Lantessama Isle
Marak is a Candidate at Shigan Weyr