I m p o r t a n t

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Character List

Zen'danth on Brown Maganoth: [*URL]profile[/URL] - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Ellari, Handler of Gold Ellarisk: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Phip, Handler of Brown Phisk: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Candidate Mayashtala, Midwife: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Candidate Valiscar, Butcher: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Handywoman Carsh: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}
Drudge Gloa: {profile} - {history application} - {threadtracker}

[Gin]

Zen'danth
gender male	age 35	height 5'10"	weight 163 lbs	birth season summer
sexuality bisexual	voice n/aR	wing Midnight Wing	weyrmate none	rank Wingsecond
Appearance
Zen is a rather intimidating man, even if he isn't almost seven foot tall. He stands a fair, average 5'10" with broad shoulders and a muscular body. His hair is black with a streak of grey here and there from genetics and keeping up with the rest of the world. His hair is kept short, not wanting to deal or worry with it flying in his face at the wrong time. His face usually has a bit of rough stubble, not seeing the need to shave unless he has to make an impression on someone that isn't a new Rider or Weyrling. He likes to strike fear when he can... how else would an older Rider get his kicks with so many snot nosed Weyrlings around? His eyes are a soft blue color which is more piercing than comforting when the scowl on his scarred face stays there for too long. He has many scars from tumbles, fights, falls, flights, and even from his own Maganoth's near mauling of him before Impressing with the teenager twenty turns ago. From the base of his jaw, all the way down to the opposite hip is a thick, pale scar against his flight tanned skin from where his beloved tore into him the first time they met.
Personality
Rough around the edges is the best way to describe him. When it comes to meeting new people, he is precise and concise with his words. Sometimes his Dragon talks more than he does, but he prefers to be the stormcloud instead of the rainbow. Even if Thread hasn't fallen, he takes the job seriously, no matter where he is sent. When he actually makes friends, which he does, he warms up to them. He becomes more protector than intimidating beast. He hates Riders that don't take their work seriously, including Weyrlings or Riders that fail to do their training. His philosophy is simple... make good with your Dragon and your fellow Riders and things will go better. Avoid doing those and you'll likely end up at the bottom of some Thread feast on the ground with your Dragon between.
History
Zenidanth was born as a weyrbrat, but not in Alevynn. He was a Flight baby, raised by his father for the most part. His mother didn't have time for him, considering she was always on the go in training or doing some other something that he didn't understand until he was older. Zen was groomed to Stand when he was old enough and thankfully was given permission after being thrust in front of the local Searchriders to give their take on him when he reached that age. Scared and intimidated, he stood first at the age of thirteen, but didn't Impress until the age of fifteen to his proud Brown Maganoth. They had a rocky start, the Brown almost killing his Mine in the beginning because he got a little excited. The two could have never been closer with the awkward Dragonet scrambling after the boy as the Healers took him to patch him up after the near mauling. Maganoth considered himself a Bronze, almost as big as one and just as haughty as one. He ate like one and grumbled like one. Zen'danth loved his Brown no matter how big of an ego the Brown had. The next twenty years were a whirlwind of training and being patched up in preparation for the coming threat... if it ever came, that is. Thread or no, Zen'danth took his job seriously. He became Wingsecond after seven turns as a Rider, substituting as a Weyrlingmaster when he needed to at his Weyr. After twenty turns, he was sent away from his home to Alevynn to join them. Considering the Weyr was growing and there was a need for strong leadership, he was sent to assist them in their training even when it was so close to the beginning of the new threat.

Maganoth
pronunciation Mah-ga-noth	hex code #461004	gender male	age 20
color Brown	size Large [38 ft]	voice n/a	mate currently none
Appearance
Maganoth is a massive beast of a Brown, surpassing most Browns in size and appetite. His hide his a dark mahogany brown, tinted with a splash of red. He is, however, not a Red and denies ever being in the same clutch as one of those abominations. His body ripples with muscles. He is a little tubby around the middle section, but it's more like a Nordic body builder... it's all muscle. He throws himself around with the best of the Browns and the Bronzes and has some scars from getting into scuffles as a younger Dragon. These days he keeps out of trouble the best that he can, even if the younger crowd gets on his large nerves.
Personality
Maganoth is smart, probably more intelligent than he should be even though most of the time he acts like a big brute. He doesn't pretend to be intimidating... he strives to be intimidating. He doesn't care one bit for the abominations that have hatched out of Alevynn and plans to take the next Gold on a Flight to avoid that horrible thing from happening. [Like he has any choice.] The bond he has with his Rider is like the strongest of steel and even though they might not always agree, the Dragon is always on his side. He is protective of Zen, having nearly lost him right from the beginning.

Zen'danth's Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecifiend	unspecified
Pet Info
unspecified

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Ellaris
gender male	age 27	height 5'11"	weight 165 lbs	birth season winter
sexuality bisexual	voice unspecified	wing Nightfall	weyrmate unspecifield	rank Wingleader
Appearance
Ellari is a fine specimen of manhood, muscular with broad shoulders that taper to a slender waist. He keeps a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, along with training with his Wher, Ellarisk. His hair is a dark, almost black brown that is kept short to stay out of the way when he's working. He has a beautiful facial structure with high cheekbones and long lashes that frame his dark brown eyes. One might think he looks like a more muscular version of Alevynn's Dragonhealer, Essari. In fact, the man is the twin of said Dragonhealer. Unlike his brother, he has scars from rough play, training, and all around tomfoolery as a boy to a young man. Ellari wasn't coddled and conditioned like his brother, so he is a little more rough around the edges, but no less gorgeous... and he knows he's gorgeous.
Personality
Ellari is the opposite of his brother. There is nothing secret or unemotional about this young man. He is warm and open, he loves his Wher and the creatures of others. Like his brother, however, he does get along better with animals than he does the humans... but that is just because the creatures are much truer than their human compatriots. Unlike his brother, he isn't turned away or turned off by the foibles of his human comrades, just a little annoyed sometimes. When it comes to sex and romance, he really doesn't have a preference as long as they have a warm bed and a warm body to snuggle up to. He loves hot, slutty sex... perv. Ellari loves the thrill of doing stupid things like attempting to see if Ellarisk is tough enough to try to fly with him... that didn't end well and both of them were yelled at for it. Or, perhaps going full speed through a clearing and forgetting about that cliff. Again, yelled at. He loves to try to live, wanting to feel and fill something inside that always seems to be numb. He lives hard and fast, hopefully the damned fool will make it to see Thread.
History
Ellari was his mother's control. Essari was his mother's masterpiece. Separated from his identical twin at birth, Ellari was nestled in some crechemaid's arms and told never to tell the child who his mother was. Paid off with threats and marks, the baby boy was whisked away to another Weyr, Benden to be precise, where he grew up in the creche. Instead of becoming a drudge, he was raised as one of the weyrbrats. His mother had left enough Marks to keep him from becoming such a dirty, low creature as a drudge and eventually he was able to take up an apprenticeship as a leatherworker. Of course, that didn't last long, his mind always wandering elsewhere. Eventually he was stuck to watch the Towers, making sure that whatever was there was there and whatever wasn't suppose to be there was made not there. His best friend was one of the Wherhandlers, who encouraged him to live his life as he saw fit. When he turned sixteen, there was no change in his life. He didn't know his mother, so when she disappeared from his long lost twin's life, he didn't even know... nor did he even think to go looking for a sibling. Instead of fussing over long lost family, he focused on the Dragons and the Whers. He stood for many years upon the Sands, shifting from foot to foot in eager anticipation that something might choose him. Alas, nothing did, and after twenty turns, he decided to go another route. Whers. He had seen the strong bonds between a Wher and their handler and decided to go that way. With a smile on his face and an egg in his arms, he took care of the precious cargo the old fashioned way instead of going to a Hatching. Much to his surprise the egg cracked open to reveal something that was certainly not a Bronze! A GOLD! Bewildered and a little scared, he made the bond with the female Queen, his heart full as he let the creature into his life. In the spring of his twenty sixth turn, someone finally came forth to tell him of his heritage. He was the son of a Healer who had died when he was sixteen. Shocked, he listened more to find out that he had a brother... a twin... Their mother had done strange things and apparently 'the boy wasn't right'. Determined to find this brother, he searched high and low... to find him at Alevynn Weyr. Eager to meet this long lost 'not right' sibling, he made a formal request to transfer to the Weyr as a Wherhandler... and so... there he was.

Ellarisk
pronunciation El-ar-isk	hex code #c5a705	gender female	age 7
color gold	size 5'5"	voice unspecified	mate unspecified
Appearance
Ellarisk is about average size for her rank, standing around 5'5" at the shoulders. Her gold is bit dusty with random splotches of darker spots and a few stripes along her muscular legs. Her wings are a little bigger than normal, which can get in the way when she's not paying attention.
Personality
Ellarisk is a motherly gold. She has had many clutches and takes great care to make sure her eggs go to the right people. She loves her Ellarisk's [Ellari] and has a very strong bond with her handler. She loves as much as a wher can, loving to snuggle him during the day and running fast at night. She gets rather moody when Ellari is away from her during the day and doesn't quite like this Weyr so far, given the circumstances of the last Wher clutch. She's not the smartest wher in the world, but she knows how to express herself to her Ellarisk's.

Ellari's Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
Memo	2	firelizard	female	green	unspecified
Pet Info
Memo is a small specimen of her rank, petite and pale green.

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Phip
gender male	age 17	height 5'5"	weight 127	birth season winter
sexuality bisexual	voice unspecified	wing unspecified	weyrmate unspecified	rank Holdless
Appearance
Phip was unfortunately marred with natural beauty that doesn't seem to be dulled by dirty waters or thousands of floors scrubbed. His hair is a pale sun bleached blond, usually a little dingy from not getting to wash very often, but still very soft and silky to the touch. He keeps it a little longer than recommended, tied up in a ponytail for all to threaten to cut it off. His face his long with high cheek bones and large, stormcloud grey eyes framed by lashes darker than the night. His features are petite, almost feminine, and the only thing to unsettle the perfect canvas comes from when he smiles, his teeth slightly crooked, one of his front bottom teeth missing from a fight. He stands at around five foot five, barely any fat on his bones, but after years of work he has a fit muscular structure that could rival a Rider's. Phip's skin is tanned from long exposure outside, taking things from one place to another, laced with cuts and whip marks from unhappy superiors or those that just wanted to get their kicks by beating a helpless child. His left pinkie and ring finger are missing, cut off when he was young after he stole two tubers from the kitchen and was caught. His hands are far from soft, roughened and callused from long hours of work from a young age. His back has a lattice of criss crosses from whip lashes that travel from his shoulders down to the back of his calves, given to him by a jealous Holder who had tried to make Phip his own and found the boy's meandering pocket offensive. After his personal exile from the weyr, Phip has taken on a new look. After being in the care of a Harper Hall, he has taken to wearing clean clothing and holding himself taller than before. No longer considering himself a drudge and now a wherhandler, he takes his new bond seriously. His hair is a rich brown color thanks to a soak, and hangs just below his shoulders after cutting it. His skin is a little more tan from running around outside with his wher. Though he is small, he looks much taller and bigger than he had been as a little drudge.
Personality
One wouldn't think when looking at him that he would be anything but a sniveling, groveling little drudge with nothing better to his life. Most would be wrong, considering the innocuous young man is anything but sniveling. Groveling, maybe, under the right circumstances, but sniveling is something he doesn't lower himself to do. Having been a drudge since he could stand up and hold a knife, Phip has a tough skin that allows him to ignore most of the abuse he takes being on the lowest of the low. He doesn't talk much, usually keeping his head down to work. Very few are his friends, considering very few lower themselves to even say hello to the walking accommodation that drudges are. One thing one wouldn't expect from this young man is his willingness to wait on men and women after Flights. This has led to good things, and bad things... meaning Marks or marks upon his skin. He finds that men are more willing to seek the first willing creature than women are, considering men are unlikely to end up with a child from the whoring drudge boy. Sometimes he even gets to feel his own satisfaction in the matter, though he is usually pushed aside once his partner has completed their own drive of Dragonlust. Without protest he goes on his way, perhaps picked up by another for sloppy seconds or pushed back into work no matter how rough his partner had been. Either way, he is good at what he does and works hard to earn his Marks.... or part-marks if it be that. With his friends, the few that he has, he is a sweet young man. He is slow to anger, but also slow to trust when intentions are unclear. The last time he fell naively into someone den, he was beaten within an inch of his life... once bitten, twice shy. If one didn't know better, one might think him just a slow as other drudges. Alas, he can not read, but he does know the value of a Mark. After his Impression and departure from the weyr to save himself and his bloodbond... Phip grew some balls. Still kind and generous, he tries not to take as much crap as he did before, no longer considering himself a Drudge. Now, he just has to convince other people of that.
History
Born Phipaello to a drudge-woman in another Hold, the boy grew up under the noses of everyone around him. From the Lord Holder, to the Cook, he learned to scurry about to do as he was told without protest. When he was ten, he was shipped away from his mother to a different Hold, one that paid for him and no questions were asked of it. Much was asked of him there, from hauling things from place to place, to the sometimes scandalous trips to someone's bedroom. Few times he was paid, and eventually after enough abuse, he ran away to another Hold where he was taken in and once again made a Drudge. Wounds healed, leaving scars on the boy's body and psyche, leaving him only believing he was a tool and a toy and nothing more. Even when Riders came for a Search, he was shoved away from sight to avoid losing good strong hands. Eventually he was pushed to his limits there until at the age of fourteen he left once again. For a year he became Holdless, taking scraps when he could, trading his body with the passing nomads or traveling merchants. Eventually he stumbled upon Alevynn at the age of fifteen, hungry and cold one winter's eve. The next year he was tossed between Weyr and Hold, eventually staying in the Weyr where he knew he could be useful in more than one way. For the last two years he has been there, working hard and trying to keep up with the changing world around him. Rumors of Thread soon to fall made him grateful for a place to live, to work. As much as he would wish to watch a Hatching, or even Stand, he is usually tucked away somewhere peeling tubers for the Gather afterwards. So, as it stands, he lives his life as he was raised to. Work, sleep, eat a little, work, wait for a Flight, hope for a few extra Marks, go back to work... sleep... and repeat. In the second month of the turn 2499, Phip Impressed a Brown Wher named Phisk, their life is still in the balance considering his life as a drudge. After he escaped from certain doom, he met up with a Harper and Hunter willing to help him along with his new life. After spending time at the Harper Hall, training and growing as a new person, he plans to return to the Weyr when he is confident that he will not be found out.

DRAGON NAME
pronunciation Fisk	hex code #492601	gender male	age 0
color brown	size 4'10"	voice unspecified	mate unspecified
Appearance
Phisk is a big boy, chocolate brown in color with dark stripes developing along his back and tail. He has one strip on his snout that looks like a scar, making him look a little rough around the edges. When he reaches his full growth, he will be a big boy for his color, reaching almost 4'10" at the shoulders.
Personality
A bit of a drama-llama, Phisk isn't afraid to creel, cry, whine, whimper, growl, yowl, crunch, yip or any other noise he can make when he's upset. He likes to make sure everyone else knows that he wants something and is the opposite of his precious Phip when it comes to complaining. His quiet and calm handler has patience with him, but it's not uncommon for Phisk to get impatient when his handler is being less than courageous.

Phip's Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecifiedS	unspecified	unspecified
Pet Info
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Mayashtala
gender female	age 22	height 5'2"	weight 120 lbs	birth season autumn
sexuality heterosexual	voice unspecified	wing unspecified	weyrmate unspecified	rank Weryling
Appearance
May is a bit of a thing, barely 5'2" and looks like she could get blown away by a strong updraft of a Dragon's wing. She has mousy brown hair, usually kept in a messy braid, her eyes a pale blue that outshines the dull color of her hair. She has a beautiful, timid smile most of the time, unless you're refusing to push your heart out for your baby... in that case, you better be ready to see her cheeks red as she yells at you to PUSH. She looks younger than her age might suggest, making young mother suspicious of her abilities of taking care of their newborn babe. Of course, she's likely not the only one in the large Weyr anyway.
Personality
Despite her small stature, she is actually quite a firebrand when she wants to be. She doesn't like to take crap from anyone, especially if its a prissy, uncooperative, laboring woman. She has only been a midwife officially for a few years. Her mother was a midwife and her grandmother delivered her as a babe. She takes great pride in it even though she wouldn't mind to ride upon the back of a Dragon one day as more than a passenger. She knows it is a dream of a child, but that doesn't mean she can't still dream every now and then. With all of her training, she hasn't had time for looking for a mate. May has had crushes here and there, but no one has ever asked for her hand or even seemed to fancy her. Other than her work, she is a lonely girl, devoting her loneliness to the happiness of giving others their little treasures.
History
Mayashtala is the daughter of a midwife, delivered by her midwife grandmother. She spent most of her life in the Hold, or in the Weyr when she was a young teen to learn the trade of the women of her family. She grew up watching the Riders in their formations, wishing she could be up there instead of with her arms up to her elbows in baby fluids and afterbirth. May learned to lover her job, even though she daydreamed every now and then like all young girls tend to. She only attended one Hatching and ended up leaving empty handed when she was much younger. Her father told her to get her head out of the Sands and focus on her work. So, with the failure in her mind, she went on with her life, training, learning, and eventually birthing babies for her life.

Sasafrith
pronunciation Saa-suh-frith	hex code #ffd57a	gender female	age newborn
color yellow	adult size 28 ft	voice unspecified	mate unspecified
Appearance
Her coloration is the complete opposite of her sister, Kiartith. Her body is a peach yellow in color and her belly and under chin a Citrine. She’s about average size for a female yellow, her wings just average, legs just average. Sasafrith looks very average. And you know what? That doesn’t bother her.
Personality
While being similar in coloration to her sister she couldn't be more different. In contrast to Kiartith's playful and boisterous nature Sasafrith is quiet and observant. She's contained and casual in her personality reveling in her loneliness and only truly showing any signs of affection for her Bonded. She acts as an older sister type protector to Kiartith comforting the more sensitive sibling and shielding her from more abusing things and ideas. Even when she grows up and becomes the smaller of the two she will keep this protective urge about her and yet still remain cold and aloof even to her. She continuously preaches to her sister about her idealistic nonsense trying to force her to see things in a more 'real light'. She fails to see the potential for good in everything like others and believes in the survival of the fittest whether it be physically or mentally. Hyper loud people are marked as grotesque by her and she will refuse to be any where near them if she can help it. She does not hide her disgust of them either. Quiet yourself down you're useless when you're screaming. Oh and don't touch me.

Mayashtala's Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified
Pet Info
unspecified

[Gin]

Valiscar
gender male	age 19	height 5'11"	weight 175 lbs	birth season winter
sexuality heterosexual [OMG]	voice unspecified	wing unspecified	weyrmate unspecified	rank Candidate
Appearance
Val is tall, almost six feet tall [5'11"] with broad shoulders and a muscular structure. His hair is cut short, only a few inches long with a curl to it, the color of midnight. His eyes are a pale brown color that stand out against his tanned skin. His skin is littered with scars from fights, accidents, and the usual things that might come along with being a weyrbrat turned butcher. His clothing is simple, usually covered in stains from his work.
Personality
He is the strong silent type. Almost on the verge of the strong.. violent type. Not as bad as some men in the Weyr, he does have a bit of a temper, which he takes out on the meat that he works with. He has been taught how to cut for Weyrlings and hopes to one day use his skills for his own Dragonet. He has few friends, but most of which are just drinking buddies. He isn't a big fan of man on man action, though he is not as homophobic as some people.
History
Weyrborn, weyrraised. There isn't much about Valiscar's life that has been odd. He was the product of a Green flight, his father raising him instead of turning him away or running from his duty. His father, a leathermaker, made sure his son knew what was good in the world and what was not. He taught him how to work and how to work hard. He works with the Master Butcher as an assistant, learning the prime cuts and how to pluck a wherry easily... Soon he will be taking the step to become a Candidate, hoping to Impress so that he can move up in the world.

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Valiscar's Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified	unspecified
Pet Info
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[Gin]

Carsh
gender female	age 31	height 6'	weight 155 lbs	birth season winter
sexuality bisexual	voice unspecified	wing unspecified	weyrmate unspecified	rank unspecified
Appearance
Carsh is the kind of woman that even though she tries not to look womanly she ends up looking just as good in dirty worker's clothing as she does in a dress. With curvy, child bearing hips and large breasts that could feed a whole village of hungry infants, Carsh fills out her clothing quite swimmingly. She's not necessarily a thin creature either, or small, being almost six feet tall of muscle and womanly filler, her genetics never allowing her to be a skinny waif. Not fat, just a healthy size for her bone structure. Tall and hippy... and breasty. Her hair is a chocolate brown color that match her deep brown almond shaped eyes, which are flecked with dark forest green. She keeps her hair long, keeping it tied back in a braid which is usually wrapped around her neck to keep it from getting caught in something if she's doing something with moving parts. She doesn't want to have her scalp ripped off, thank you. Her skin, though usually dirty, is a soft eggshell tan color and is surprisingly smooth. She has quite a few scars on her body from handy-accidents, but that doesn't keep her from wearing a dress to Gathers or Hatchings.
Personality
Talk about rough around the edges. Carsh is loud, brash, and a little more than rough around the edges. She can give a pissy Broodmother a run for her money. It isn't that she's mean, she just doesn't take crap from people, no matter if they are Riders or lowly drudges. Without the Thread, she considers herself working hard enough... she knows that once stuff starts hitting, she will be patching up things after the panic and mayhem of the trouble to come. That is, if it's really going to fall. Carsh has no mate, but doesn't mind a fling every now and then if someone interests her or is tough enough to be interested in her. She likes strong men or women that need someone on their side. One of the things she can not tolerate is abuse of the weak. Sure, the drudges are there to work, so let them work.. they don't need to be beat all the damn time. Did someone just hit a girl? They're bound to get hit back or at least scared by the tall woman with the big fists and the sharp tools. She isn't all pain and agony, loyal to her friends and a passionate lover... she was once a mother, her little boy lost to an illness that couldn't be cured in time. She misses him, along with the Rider father that went with his Dragon to the between shortly after the child died. She doesn't like to do work in the creche, always reminded of her little boy.
History
Carsh was Weyr born and raised, her father a Rider and her mother a gardener that happened to be there and available after a Flight one day. She grew up, being poked at for her size and stature, learning from a young age to take her anger out on nails with a hammer instead of people... with a hammer. She learned to be a jill of all trades, finding that she was good with her hands at least when it came to working on fixing things. Her music lessons were a nightmare, she couldn't paint much but messy blobs, and let's just say that politics were never her thing. When she was sixteen, she was Searched by her own Weyr and stood for a Hatching, which came up a disappointment. Each turn that followed she stood until she no longer could. Apparently no Dragon wanted something that was so out of place in the world. At the age of twenty two, she became the center of the world to a Rider. She was afraid at first, not sure if he cared or not, considering he had no qualms with smacking her if she talked out of turn or tried to argue with him. The light at the end of the tunnel came when her son, Carash was born. He was a bright and beautiful thing that his father attached to immediately and never let go of. It was nice to get away from the attention that had been on Carsh. Her son was six when he fell ill, the healers unable to do anything, unable to figure it all out until it was too late. The woman wept for her child, and so did the child's father, who took the child's cold body the next eve into the between and never returned. She moved on instead of fading, angry at the man that had been so selfish. Instead of backing down to the world, she grew bolder, no longer letting anyone trample on her because she was just some fixer upper... Now she takes no prisoners if she feels that something has been done wrong against her or her friends. Even with the pain still in her heart, she tries her best to move on, the last two years the hardest ever.

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Carsh’s Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
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[Gin]

Gloa
gender female	age 16	height 5'	weight 90 lbs	birth season summer
sexuality heterosexual	voice unspecified	wing unspecified	weyrmate unspecified	rank unspecified
Appearance
Gloa is a pretty little thing, barely over five feet tall with delicate features that are usually covered with grime and dirt. Her normally pale blond hair tends to have a stringy, dirty look. It used to be long, but one of the other drudges got jealous and nearly shaved off her hair from the scalp in a fit... so at the moment it is barely six inches long and doesn't listen to reason. Her eyes are big and blue, making her look like a dirty little doll. Her clothing, like all drudges, is dirty, tattered, and all she has to her name except for a few little items here and there. If she were to be cleaned off, she would likely rival some other women in beauty, but as she is now... dirty, chapped lips and tired eyes... she's only something to look upon with pity. She is small for her age, having been small all of her life, remained so when people stole her food.
Personality
Gloa is a realist. She knows she's not going anywhere in her life except to bed or to work. She knows the next day could be her last if someone snaps and decides to beat her to death in a fit of rage. The girl is a drudge, that is all she knows and that is all she would ever know. She scoffs at the drudges that think they can be more... and pities those that try to get away with things beyond their reach. She watched over herself and only herself. Not even the simpletons are under her care. She is sometimes very callous, sticking to her own work and never bothering to help those around her, even if they are being drug off by a Rider in a fit of Lust. Gloa has been on the end of many Flight Lusts and has already lost a child on purpose. Her life has given her a tough skin... finding a soft side under that dirty, hard layer of filth is a task indeed.
History
Gloa doesn't know her father, she doesn't know her mother. She has been told they were both drudges that spawned her in a fit of lonely passion, only to leave her behind when they ran away into the wilderness. Be this true or not, Gloa has lived in the same place all of her life and tries to stay unnoticed. She has no big dreams, only wanting to get her next meal and her next pay so that she can continue to save up whatever she can to keep herself afloat. She is a drudge.... she will always be a drudge. That is the way of the world. [Sometimes called Dull Gloa]

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Gloa’s Pets
Pet Name	Pet Age	Pet Breed	Pet Gender	Pet Color	Pet Mate
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