R'fer of Blue Issiodorensith

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[Play By: Caleb Landry Jones]

.:: Name ::. R'fer [Rahfer]
.:: Pronounciation ::. [r-FAR]
.:: Age ::. Nineteen Turns [19]
.:: Birth Date ::. Autumn of Turn 1242
.:: Gender ::. Male
.:: Sexuality ::. Bisexual
.:: Rank ::. Weyrling
.:: Weyrmate ::. None

.:: Family ::.

:: E'rah of Blue Luoth [father, forty-four [44], Refuge Weyr Bluerider, deceased Turn 1244]
:: Gernise

[/b] [mother, thirty-eight [38], Refuge Weyr drudge]
:: Gerok [twin half-brother, thirteen [13], Refuge Weyrbrat]
:: Jarise [twin half-sister, thirteen [13], Refuge Weyrbrat]

Father Side
:: Eisuk [grandsire, sixty-two [62], Refuge Cothold miner, deceased Turn 1256]
:: Serah of Green Baith [granddame, sixty-three [63], Refuge Cothold cook, deceased Turn 1244]
:: Keisak [granduncle, sixty-five [61], Refuge Cothold miner, deceased Turn 1256]
:: Sulasai [grandaunt, sixty-two [62], Refuge Cothold cook]

Mother Side
:: G’rok of Bronze Zaith [grandsire, fifty [50], Haven Weyr Bronzerider, deceased Turn 1239]
:: Anaesil [granddame, fifty-five [55], Refuge Weyr cook, deceased Turn 1255]
:: L’ort of Green Asith [uncle, thirty-six [36], Refuge Weyr
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.:: Appearance ::.

Already close to reaching the peak of his growth spurt for his life R’fer will stand at a good 5’11” once all is said and done. Athletic and active his build is slender but with enough muscle mass in the right places, making the redhead a decent sparring partner; even if he doesn’t win them all.Much like Kyrah, with whom the lad shares the same biological father, R’fer also sports a mop of coppery red hair atop his head and charming blue eyes.

With a rather pale skin, that more often than not refuses to tan, it is not uncommon for the lad to sport a sunburn every now and again when he forgets to restock at the healers for sunray protection lotions. His cheekbones and node bridge are adorned by freckles; some of natural appearance and others brought in by the turns of sun upon his face. All in all, while he’s no man stud, R’fer knows he’s pretty enough in the eyes to be considered appealing by a good population of the Weyr.

.:: Personality ::.

A complete social butterfly through and through; R'fer enjoys company to the point of craving it constantly. His good nature and willingness to aid often made him a favorite in the Lower Cavern; learning many cooking pointers and how to prepare some of the most delicious sweets from them throughout the turns he spend doing chores there. Though able to sing, and quite well at that, the boy never found himself learning to play any instrument from the Harpers -- though he did learned from them how to delicately carve things from the wood. Aside from being able to carve flutes to an extent (they don't always sound right) he soon turned those skills into something more of his liking.

While not to the levelof a MasterSmith R'fer can carve very decent, flexible and sturdy bows; knowing which pieces of bark, branches or tree trunks would be the best for the task; as well as making some very lithe yet sturdy arrows to go with them as well. He's also a pretty good marksman, an ability he keeps training whenever possible along with dagger handling. Both weapons need plenty of dexterity; something which R'fer seems to greatly possess, and the boy is almost a natural and a quick learner thanks to this.

While aware, and very comfortable, with his sexuality R'fer understands others might not be as agreeable to it -- especially those from the North. Still while many seemed to distance themselves from the first group that arrived three turns ago R'fer was quick to try and befriend them; eventually gaining some of the trust of Nevar. Now N'var, rider of green Nemesyth, the lad has kept his friendship with the man and enjoys his company.

R'fer tends to look at the glass half full, instead of half empty, but is this cheerful positivism that can also be his downfall. He always sees the good of people, overshadowing their worse aspects, and more than once he has been taken for a fool due to this -- especially in matters of the heart. Still the red head keeps a smile and a skip to his step, unwilling to let anything get him down for too long.

.:: Personal Tastes ::.

Likes

• Social Gatherings
  
• Music & Dancing
  
• Food & Sweets
  
• Warm & Sunny Places

Dislikes

• Holdless
  
• Death
  
• Dark & Humid Places
  
• Bland Food and Sour Things

Strengths

• Bows & Daggers
  
• Lithe & Agile
  
• Attentive to Surroundings

Weaknesses

• Overly Forgiving
  
• Optimistic
  
• Emotional

Hobbies

• Cooking
  
• Bow Crafting

Skills

• Singing
  
• Sweets

.:: Pets ::.

None

.:: History ::.

• Grew in Refuge Weyr
• Searched as Candidate
• Learned to cook
• Aware of his sexual orientation
• Met N'var and others from the North
• Learned to carve bows & arrows from wood
• Admires his older half-sister Kyrah
• Impressed Blue Issiodorensith

.:: Name ::. Issiodorensith
.:: Pronounciation ::. [eye-cio-do-ren-SITH]
.:: Rank ::. Blue
.:: Size ::. 20 meters
.:: Age ::. Hatchling
.:: Birth Date ::. Winter of Turn 1261

.:: Appearance ::.

• Full Grown at 20 Meters
• Smallest Blue
• Pale, Ice-blue

.:: Personality ::.

• Sensitive -- He is highly sensitive to emotions as well as prospective candidates
• Meek --
• Naive -- He often mistakes people for the best intentions and doesn't understand why bad things happen or why people are sad

.:: History ::.

• Hatched and impressed R'fer

.:: Clutch ::. Feral Feline Clutch -- Gold Issarith x Bronze Tseravith
.:: Hatching Order ::. Ninth -- Snow Shoes [Lynx Egg]
.:: Text Color ::. 9AC5C5