Character type: Other
Appearance: Rherik has been called adorable on more than one occasion, and he well fits the description. His skin is a fair complexion and a barely tanned hue, almost a light beige/cream mixture. His lips are probably the one thing that stands out most on his face, though they are just one thing that makes him "adorable." His hair used to be a curly strawberry-blonde, but most of the red has faded under the sun, giving him a more true blonde color. Frame-wise, he's a very fragile-looking kid. If the wind should blow too strongly, he might snap in half! No, he's not anorexic, just doesn't carry much meat on his bones; it doesn't bother him anyway, for he's not one to get prone to violence...he'd sooner cry than hit someone. He stands a little smaller than his friend Kimarrena, at five-foot-six, and weighs a skinny one-thirty.
Personality: Rherik is your stereotypical feminine homosexual boy. He talks about the same things girls do, worries more about his hair than how many guys he's beat up, and he cries when he gets injured. He takes his work as a Candidate very seriously, and he knows that if he hadn't ever come to the Weyr, Kimarrena would be in a load of trouble that she would never be able to dig herself out of. His original goal in life was to be a famous Dragonhealer, though now that a dragon has found him suitable for Candidacy, he wonders if he'll get a dragon of his own, and what they'll be like...
History: Rherik was a premature baby, and not expected to live much longer than a couple of sevendays; however, the more he grew to live, the more his parents didn't want him. They left the Hall and fostered him off to a woman within the Hall who raised him as her own. As he was raised in a Crafthall, he grew to know and love the animals of Pern that provided many useful services to man, including food and hide for clothing. He became particularly interested in healing the sick and injured beasts, so he Apprenticed as a Beasthealer. Though that wasn't enough to fulfill young Rherik's desires in life. He loved Beasthealing and the joy of healing the animals, but there had to be more. Then a dragonrider's visit to the Hall opened the door for the young lad, and Rherik saw his destiny. He wanted to be a dragonhealer, and where else to learn that but to Apprentice under a Dragonhealer? He begged the rider to take him to the Weyr, but the rider had to decline; something about Search. Uninterested in Search at that time, Rherik packed up his runnerbeast Valek and his blue flitter Blync and headed for Arolos.
Information about Rh'rik's dragon
Dragon Name: Ellath
Wing (Weyrling Group): None
Appearance: The green of Ellath's hide is patterned in shadows and light, dappling over and into each other. Tiny and delicate, most times Ellath is a beauty who should be petted and pandered to, a Lady among dragons who should be set on a cushion and fed sweet things. Anger her though, and you will remember that this delicate young beauty is a carnivore capable of tearing herdbeasts apart should she so choose. She may be small, but Ellath can still be frightening when she growls, bristles, and snarls.
Personality: How her rider's everyday life goes will depend upon Ellath's mood. She may be pleased, in which case the day will be a delight of whimsy, play, and flirting until she falls asleep from exhaustion. Or, she may be annoyed by something, in which case beware. If Ellath is annoyed, then everyone around her will suffer the consequences, most especially the one who rides her. Though she will show anger and joy in public, she will never show upset there. She's a proud little lady, and fears and uncertainties are kept for her rider alone. Only her One will know when something truly scares or upsets her rather than just angering her.
Weyr of Origin: Arolos
Abilites and weaknesses:
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