.:: T'ran && Philibith ::. [Fierce Fire Wing]

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.:: Name ::. T’ran [Thoran]
.:: Pronounciation ::. [ter-ANNE]
.:: Brat Pack Nickname ::. Dash
.:: Brat Pack Rank ::. Retired Second in Command
.:: Age ::. Fourteen Turns [14]
.:: Birth Date ::. South Summer of Turn 1248
.:: Gender ::. Male
.:: Sexuality ::. Heterosexual
.:: Rank ::. Weyrling
.:: Weyrmate ::. None

.:: Family ::.

:: T'rin of Brown Remoth [father, thirty-seven [37], Refuge Wingsecond, deceased Turn 1259]
:: Kerianne

[/b] [mother, twenty-three [23], Refuge Journeywoman Weaver, deceased Turn 1254]

Father Side
:: T'mak of Blue Teruth [grandfather, sixty-five [65], Haven Blue Searchrider, deceased Turn 1247]
:: Serin [grandmother, sixty-one [61], Haven cook, deceased Turn 1243]
:: T'sor of Green Ramieth [uncle, forty-six [46], Haven
Greenrider]

Mother Side
:: Kereus [grandfather, sixty-nine [69], Refuge Cothold Master Beasthandler, deceased Turn 1254]
:: Marianne [grandfather, sixty-one [61], Refuge Cothold Master Beasthandler, deceased Turn 1257] [/blockquote]

.:: Appearance ::.

Thoran's looks are rather foreign, though the lad is mighty proud of his very curly hair and klah colored skin. Chocolate soft eyes complement his looks and the ever signature slightly puffy lower lip finishes the basics of his face. His nose is neither too wide nor too thin, but just right to add more charm to this youth's look. Usually, and more often than not, Thoran will be found with his hair braided tight against his skull -- simply because it's easier to keep and care for, and it stays out of his way. The end of his braids can reach some good three or so inches, dangling around the base of his neck and shoulder. While his forehead is a bit wider than most, he isn't bothered by it one bit. A faint scar adorns the back of his neck, usually partly concealed by his braids, from a nasty wound as a sharp stone lodged itself there after a fall from a runnerbeast's back when the lad was eight turns old.

Though slightly older than Hinuk by a few sevendays, Thoran currently stands slightly smaller than the much paler boy at a flat 4'0" of height. Still, in the future, it wouldn't be surprising to see him outgrow the blond lad by a good foot or so.

.:: Personality ::.

While Hinuk can pull off an angelic look Thoran himself knows he'd fail at it -- though both lads find it quite ironic; Hinuk is more of a rebel and a troublemaker really, Thoran is constantly the one trying to reel back some of his arrogant and prideful friend's antics and idea. Don't get him wrong, however, Thoran enjoys a good prank or a good escapade just as much (if not more) than his light skinned best friend -- he's just more conscious about not getting in unneeded dangerous situations. After all, you only have one life -- and once that's gone it's gone for good.

In a way he's the voice of reason, reminding Hinuk to not always be so hasty in his decisions.

His main forth, however, is agility and speed -- the boy is built like a runner (not literally, of course) and at his age is already faster than most of the older lads in the weyr. While Hinuk excels in combat skills and offense, Thoran is more of an evasive strategy kind of guy -- and they always say the best offense is often a good defense. Together, however, the pair is quite a formidable team, the countless turns spent in each other's company has tuned each lad to the other. Usually, when everyone else fails to notice, it is always Thoran the one that realizes when his best friend is feeling ill, or down on the slumps, and he's always there to cheer up and reignite the burning flame inside his partner in crime.

Another difference between the two is Thoran's view on females. He doesn't view them as lesser beings, like Hinuk, but rather as equals -- and even envies some of the things they can do. Thoran could never weave as good as the girls, his fingers are simply not delicate enough for the task, and the few times he's tried cooking it's a miracle Refuge Weyr didn't crumble to the ground. He knows that there are some things men excel at against women, due to physic mostly, but he's also aware there are just some things a woman can do way better than a man.

Like Hinuk, Thoran also shares the passionate dream of wanting to impress a dragon of his own as well -- dreaming of one day riding in the sky defending the Weyr and those he cares for deeply from the threat of Thread and the Red Star.

.:: Personal Tastes ::.

Likes

• Dragons
  
• Friends
  
• Adventure
  
• Exercise

Dislikes

• Death
  
• Disrespect
  
• Reprimands
  
• Holdless

Strengths

• Agile
  
• Good-natured
  
• Quick Thinker

Weaknesses

• Emotional
  
• Stubborn
  
• Overconfident

Hobbies

• Brat Pack
  
• Training
  
• Reading

Skills

• Dodging
  
• Beast Handling

.:: Pets ::.

.:: Name ::. Belior
.:: Color ::. Bronze
.:: Size ::. 39 inches
.:: Age ::. 2 Turns [South Spring 1260]
.:: Egg ::. Starry Night Egg
.:: Clutch ::. Luck of the Draw by Gold Orlai
.:: Text Color ::. 7A5200

.:: Appearance ::.

Unlike most bronzes that seem to shine with their metallic hide Thoran's boy doesn't really just shine, Belior practically glitters instead. His hide is a dark bronze color, leaning towards a more copper hue, while much lighter and sometimes almost pale gold hued shiny speckles adorn him in random positions across his figure; the darkness of his hide making them stand out even further.

There's no doubt that this flitter makes anyone that gazes at him almost think of the starry night skies of Pern, and more than once the boys are sure they've managed to find real constellations in Belior's hide. For a flitter Belior is quite massive in size and well proportioned, neither too long nor too gangly nor too unbalanced. He seems almost perfect, aided by his slow yet graceful movements to simply steal the breath away of many.

.:: Personality ::.

The exact opposite of Hinuk's Shrieker, Belior is the most calm and collected creature in existence. Laid back and mellow, almost as if always on a day dream and simply uncaring of the world around him, it really takes quite a bit to anger this male; and more often than not his personality is contagiously soothing to others close to him. Even when angered or actually excited, both hard to achieve, these moments are short lived and soon Belior returns to his usual Zen place.

This, though, does not mean he's a lazy creature -- in fact far from it. Belior just finds it illogical to waste time, energy and efforts; preferring to calculate everything before acting. Even his slow movements are a testament to this, always planning ahead as mucha s he can to make sure that every movement, every step, beat of his wings or flick of his tail is never wasted in nothing. As an added effect it just makes all his moves seem all that more graceful, certainly giving a golds a run for their morsels when it comes to looking regal.

.:: History ::.

Kerianne had always been a frail woman, ever since birth. She had never been expected to live as long as she had, and after meeting and falling in love with T'rin both were warned to never have a child. Still the inevitable eventually happened, and while her pregnancy and childbirth was filled with complications both she and her little Thoran made it out of the ordeal alive.

This joy would be short lived, however, but during the six turns she was able to spend with her weyrmate and her beloved son Kerianne was immensely filled with joy. She taught Thoran about kindness and caring for others, lessons the young child would take to heart and continue to honor long after the death of his mother.

Thoran's mother had fallen terribly ill that winter, passing away in a few sevendays. It was his father's presence and his Brown Remoth -- as well as meeting the other two founders of the Brat Pack a little while before the tragedy -- that kept the child with an optimistic view even through the pain his mother's death caused him.

The next six turns went on filled with adventures, studies, pranks and misbehavior -- often getting a good scold or two every sevenday. Still, amidst all their troubles and pranks T'rin could never find in his heart to truly get angry at his son. Sure, he and his closest buddy Hinuk were quite the handful -- but the boys never meant to harm anyone out of malice. It was just the usual accidents that happened when one went around playing pranks on humans and dragons alike.

Both continued to dream fervently of riding a dragon one day, though as turns passed Thoran found his relationship with Evelys deepening somewhat. He liked her as more than just a friend, and while they weren't oblivious to how relationships worked (living in a Weyr gave you a very clear education on all matters of relationships, including intimate parts) neither took that step further. Thoran wanted to impress and bond first, wanting to impress Evelys, and the boy dreamed of perhaps confessing his full true feelings to the girl one day in the future, perhaps in her maiden flight when his dragon totally won it.

Alas, the Holdless would make sure to destroy that happy dream. Now with Evelys gone, as well as his father T'rin and Brown Remoth, Thoran is plunging deep into despair... And it's only his faint and needful link to his closest friend, Hinuk, that keeps him from the dark and insane corners of despair.

.:: Name ::. Philibith
.:: Pronounciation ::. [fill-e-VITH]
.:: Rank ::. Brown
.:: Size ::. 35.2 meters
.:: Age ::. Hatchling
.:: Birth Date ::. South Winter of Turn 1261

.:: Appearance ::.

• Full Grown at 35.2 Meters (large)
• Dark, Redish-Brown
• Bulky and Sturdy Build - not easy to push around

.:: Personality ::.

• Proud -- Of his, of his color, of his Wing and Weyr
• Controlled -- Sturdy in mind as well as build, does not upset easily
• Straight Forward -- Speaks plainly and only says whats important

.:: History ::.

While the little brown was the first to move, after crossing closer to the candidates it stopped in front of them and laid down. Tired from the fight to escape its egg he was soon passed by his dark blue brother, as the blue knew exactly who he wanted.

It seemed forever before that little brown finally stood back up and began making his way toward the candidates once more. His strides were slow and deliberate, as if he had complete control over the situation and did not seem to be in a hurry at all. He knew, after all, exactly who he wanted as he approached three young Weyrbrats. It was only one that he spoke out though, as he walked up to the boy and leaned against his thigh. T’ran-mine, you will feed me now yes? Your Philibith is hungry and you could use some more food too. We are both too little.The head of the beast raised enough to make eye contact with the shocked dark skinned lad, eyes whirling in a sea of rainbow hues as his love and adoration for the young weyrbrats flooded T’ran. Philibith, this was his Philibith.

With hesitant hands the boy caressed the creature, scratching his eyeridges adoringly as he received a content warble, before his gaze turned to the boy besides him; his childhood friend, his best friend, his brother. No words were shared between them, none were needed for each to understand the thought of the other, and with an impatient snort Hinuk jabbed his friend slightly. ”Well don’t look at me, you should be long gone already and at those tables by now.” Hinuk was doing his best to mask the faint jealousy in his voice, and his childhood friend smiled before nodding. "Hurry up and impress your bronze soon though, me and Philibith will be waiting for the two of you!" Bumping one another in the shoulder T'ran finally begun leading his new brown away to feed.

.:: Clutch ::. Feral Feline Clutch -- Gold Issarith x Bronze Tseravith
.:: Hatching Order ::. Second -- Sun Kissed Prince [Tiger Egg]
.:: Text Color ::. 993300

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