SHADOWFALL WEYR

[dragon]

Saer

Basics

Name: Saer
Age:
Gender: Female
Birth Season: Fall
Craft Before you were Searched (if applicable)
Rank: Bronze Wherhandler
Residence: Shadowfall Weyr
Sexual Orientation: mostly Homosexual, but with Bisexual tendancies
Pets: Bronze Stefos - This little guy is the perfect gentleman. He is different from all other Bronzes who seem to demand attention and respect, but this little guy is perfectly content with just being the center of attention with his Bonded. This little Bronze is smart and funny and he loves meatrolls. Despite his love for this food he does not eat everything in site. He does have manners and will only take with the permission from His. This Bronze guy is gentle and caring. He also fancies himself as a bit of a hero. Beware of this for it gets him into all sorts of trouble with his Bonded.
Face Claim: Selina Rae

Appearance

Small, petite, and hardly looks imposing. Unless Saesk is standing behind her. She has raven black hair that falls in loose curls to the middle of her back, and she's been keeping it at that length. Her eyes are the most shocking featuer of her face. Large green eyes stare out from a round face. She has angular high cheekbones and thin wide lips. Her chin is soft, not coming to a point, with a small cleft. When she smiles, she has dimples. She wears her hair in a runner's tail, prefering that style than to any other. Simplicity. Despite being small in stature, 5'2", she is mostly legs. She keeps herself healthy and fit, running in the early evening candlemarks and during the predawn, before she retires to bed.

Personality

She is an upbeat and 'spunky' young lady. From the moment of her birth, she was always on the move and nothing seemed to get her down. In truth, she rarely was seen without a smile on her face. She hid all of her sorrow and hate and fears beneath a smiling mask. Who didn't? She learned to keep her true self hidden and away from everything and anything that could cause her to lose herself in the moment. She has her moments of being completely serious and studious, and a random comment or action could have her rolling on the floor with the giggling hysterics! And not even a word as to why this or that caused her to start.

If she had a middle name, it would be Procrastinator! Its a habit that she's grown into over the turns and can't seem to get out of it. Or she might not want to. She does her best to do better, but she has her slipups. On another note, she is the epitome of energy. She can stop and rest, but sometimes, during a crisis, she has to be fellised to get her to sleep or get any rest at all. But when she wakes up, even after a few candlemarks of sleep, she's energized and raring to go again. Indeed a 'wild child', thus nicknamed at only one turn old, she didn't let anything keep her from doing what she wanted. Her parents tried, but they failed, and in the end, they gave up. She would not be tamed by anyone. If someone told her she couldn't do this or that, because she was a woman, it just added more fuel to her fire.

History

Sadly, not everyone is born into a happy home, or into a home at all. Saer was born on a cold winter's night to parents that belonged with a Caravan. She was an unwanted child, and her mother was too young to have had her in the first place. To save herself shame, she gave birth to her daughter in the forest, with a friend of hers that had been born mute. Her friend took the baby and rode to the nearest hold, which happened to actually be the Beasthall near Corn Hold. All that was with the baby was a piece of hide that held the baby's name, the mute friend had clipped to the towel she'd wrapped up the baby girl in, Saer.

Saer grew up in the Beasthall. She struggled at first, wanting to know who her parents were, and got nowhere fast. No one knew. She finally gave up and began to help out around the Hall. She was suddenly thrust into apprenticeship one fatefull day. She'd been helping to clean out the stalls of some runners that were being kept in a paddock nearby. There was a scream and a yell as a runner stallion broke from his lead and went barreling towards a one turn old child. The runner had gone berserk, or so the trainer claimed. Saer didn't blink. She simply reacted. She bolted for the child and planted her feet and stared down the stallion. The runner skidded to a halt and snorted, rearing, flaring his nostrils and splaying his front hooves, missing her head by a mere few inches.

Saer grabbed the stallion's reins and brought the animal under control, if a bit skittish. The baby's mother came rushing out, in a frantic state about how her baby had been saved by Saer. Saer didn't really care, she'd only done what any other would have. She was picked on other girls, especially since they were taller than herself. She didn't let it bother her and struggled to do her best in her new studies as a Beastcrafter. She officially apprenticed at the age of twelve turns and worked her hardest. She preferred to work alone, but on occasion, she welcomed company.

A clutch of Wher eggs were announced to be clutched by the Beasthall's own Wher Queen. A good sized clutch of twelve eggs. Many were brought to the eggs when they were said to be ready to be handed out. Among the few, was Saer. She didn't approach first. She stood at the end of the line and waited. It was her turn finally, and she stood before the Queen, waiting for her decision. It seemed like a long time before the Queen allowed the seventeen turn old girl take the last egg. She looked after the egg until it hatched two days later, revealing a large bronze. She blooded and fed the Wher, making sure to look after him as best she could. A few months ago they transferred to Shadowfall Weyr.

Saesk

Basics

Name: Saesk
Age: 3 Turns
Color Code: Bronze [adad26]
Bonded/Impressed to: Saer
Species: Wher

Appearance

Bronze, and large for his coloring. He stands at a muscular and lean height of 21 hands at his shoulders, a length of 38 hands, with a wingspan of 12 hands. Despite his muscular appearance, he slender to be agile and the stamina to stay at a dead run for a good distance before tiring. His tail is long enough that he can use it as a whip when he has to. And he has used it in that capacity many times.

Personality

Saesk has a severe superiority complex. He does not like any men talking to his alone, if a man dares to so much as yell at his, he will give the man a warning growl or a nip. If that doesn't work, Saesk will take the man's leg off, literally. He knows this can be a bit much, but he'll gladly give his life to keep his bonded safe. He adores Saer. He doesn't really care for firelizards, but will tolerate them if his manages to impress one. He sees everything, and everyone, in the Weyr as HIS. His territory. He will only tolerate other males, at the command of bonded. His bond with Saer is very close and this bond can only be broken by death.

History

He was clutched to the Beastcrafter's own Wher Queen, and then he hatched. He wondered the sands for a bit, watching as his siblings hatch and bonded. After the impression of his siblings, he finally wandered over to Saer and 'blooded' her. Nothing much happened duing their time. He matured and joined in a few runs, though he won greens. He has yet to win a Gold's run. It wasn't until a few months ago that he and his bonded transferred to Shadowfall Weyr.

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