Name Pronounced: Cee-sull
Appearance: Everything about this man is average. C'cil is the sort of person you could run into in a crowd, and then two seconds later, not be able to pick him out again once he moved away from you. He is neither tall nor short, neither exceptionally thin nor fat, has an ordinary looking face. His voice is the one noticeable and memorable feature this man has. He has a deep, sonorous, resonant baritone speaking voice, the sort that's almost impossible to stop listening to once he starts speaking.
Personality: Its not that C'cil is an overly curious person, just an observant one. C'cil notices things. Perhaps not always things people want him to notice. And he makes note of them. He can be charismatic when he wants to be, although some people tend to find him a little too intense. He has absolute faith in the Weyrleader--whoever that might happen to be at any moment--and even though he's not quite certain what exactly they're hoping to accomplish here at Sef, he's down with it anyway. Though now that they're in the future, he's thinking that the people at Arolos might be more interesting for him to be around.
History: C'cil was born at Sef Weyr, one of the first successful genetic experiments, except for the fact that whatever the Healers did to him resulted in the death of his mother during childbirth. So he was raised a ward of the Weyr, with no idea who his father was. He wasn't as bright as some kids, but he Impressed his first time out, to another dragon that had been the result of successful experiments: brown Vaylith.
Information about C'cil's dragon
Dragon Name: Vaylith
Wing (Weyrling Group): Firedance
Appearance: Like his rider, like dragon, Vaylith is a very average looking brown. He's right in the mid-sized range for the brown dragons of his time. His wings, tail, and head are perfectly proportioned; nothing unusual about this dragon. His hide is a medium brown color, with nothing in the way of distinguishing markings on him.
Personality: Tends to see doom and gloom in almost every situation, although his somewhat serious nature is saved by the fact that he has a rather absurd sense of humor. Dropping a dead canine on the head of one of his fellow dragons? Hilarious as a Weyrling, still hilarious now. Maybe the geneticists were a little disappointed that he didn't turn out to be one of their best and brightest, but he's content.
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