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. 


The two brown dragons that had parented this clutch, Kalapatith and Ranoth, alternated tending to their clutch. But they were together when the voices of their unhatched children rose to call for candidates to bond. Among the usual assortment of human candidates at Shigan Weyr was a plethora of alien species. A few holdborn kids squirmed and stared, but Shigan was used to Nexus diversity. And to the weird looks some of the holders gave their dragons. The lot would get used to their new digs in no time. Impression always fixed that right up.
One of the largest eggs rocked and split just as the last stragglers rushed to the sands.
A large brown hatchling spilled into the sand. He was a light, dusty colour with bars across his wing membranes and marks along his neck in the semblance of feathers. He was a hefty boy, stout across the shoulders with broad wings - especially for a hatchling. While a pair of greens burst from their shells next to him, he took a long moment to preen before regarding the flurry of candidates before him. His gaze was warm and friendly wherever it landed, but it paused over a brightly dressed Pernese girl.
:: Luana :: the robust brown trotted toward his intended, head high. 
:: I am your Cryptophath. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. ::
The girl's brother stood nearby wearing a solemn expression. Luana had spent more time picking out the perfect outfit than she did attending candidate lessons, but she'd still managed to impress a dragon? Even the dragons seemed to think she was nicer than she really was. :: She's got her merits :: a brusque mind-voice brushed through Marak's mind. :: But I think you're the better choice.::
A pale blue dragonet approached Marak from the remains of her shell, flicking egg goo off her white-crescent marked wings. Her. This blue was definitely female!
:: I'm Duculath, and I think we'll be pretty good together. ::

Name: Duculath
Gender: Female
Colour: Blue
Size Class: Blue
Adult Height: 7'5" at shoulder
Abilities: Assisted Firebreath, Telepathy, Teleportation
Personality: amusing, tough, frank, humble


Duculath pushed her rider forward with her head. Marak dragged his feet, but gave in in the end. There was no point in delaying the action. Duculath was a very pretty dragoness and if she wanted to fly, then she should. They'd been together for three years. They'd gotten their fair share of adventure but Marak still preferred climbing trees and running through the woods over spending time with flirty girls. 
"There's bound to be dragonriders who enjoy the outdoors as much as you. I won't choose wrong!" Duculath promised. 

Lantessama Isle
Marak impessed at Shigan Weyr