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| Sex | Male |
| Position | Flame Wingrider |
| Craft | Tanner Craft |
| Rank | Apprentice |
| Speciality | General |
| Age | 18 |
| Birthplace | Firewheel Hold |
| Home | Monaco Bay Weyr |
Description
All lean angles and bony knees and elbows, this youth manages to look almost frail. His dark brown mop of shaggy hair almost looks like he cut it himself with a belt knife and falls in a tangle across hazel-green eyes. His face is very square with an angular jaw, broad chin, and full lips. His left arm is crisscrossed by thin, pale scars, one or two of them slightly raised and rough looking, as though it’s been opened repeatedly. He tends to prefer baggy, oversized, long sleeved clothing in shades of black and gray.
History
My name is Graysen. I was born at a small cothold not far from Half Moon Bay Hold. I had an older sister, but she… well, she died when I was little. Everyone always told me that it was an accident, but, even at six, I could tell that she wasn’t happy. After she was gone, my grandfather took me under his wing. He taught me a lot and liked taking me with him out to take care of the wherry herds. It wasn’t all sunshine and moonbeams, though. He was very… demanding, and he was in the habit of lashing out if I didn’t do what he told me or he thought I had messed up somehow. It was rough, and my parents told me that if I’d just behave I wouldn’t have to be punished.
I was twelve before I couldn’t take it anymore. The same age as my sister, actually. I ran away. I lived holdless for almost a turn, stealing crops and stores from other holds and any caravans I happened to find, to survive. I got pretty good at being sneaky, but it was a very lean turn. I’ll be honest; I almost didn’t make it. Then I was caught.
I was trying to sneak a hunk of meat from the back of a trader’s waggon one night, but I guess I misjudged whether or not they were through setting up camp. And I guess I really wasn’t paying enough attention. I almost had my prize out of the bag when this hand grabbed my arm! I swear, I think I might have shat myself. Mama Fallah took pity on me, I guess, and I was welcomed into the caravan to help with the burdenbeasts. Well, she welcomed me. Nobody else really wanted the too scrawny kid that tried to steal food from them. Mama taught me the ropes, how to be a good trader, and never pushed for answers as to why a thirteen turn old kid was out on his own instead of apprenticing to a craft. I started feeling like I wore out my welcome after being with them for about a turn, so bailed in the middle of the night…
I was found by a rider not far from Monaco Bay Weyr and I’ve been there ever since. For a turn, I was just a gofer— running errands for whoever needed it, earning a few marks here and there so that I could get myself an occasional treat from the food stalls at the resort. I’ve made a few friends and one of them gave me a puppy, about a turn ago. Tila made me want to be more than just an errand boy, though. I need to be able to buy her stuff, so… I’m an apprentice tanner, now, still at Monaco, and I’ve got a new family at High Reaches Weyr. Sort of. I don’t get to see them much, but I feel accepted by them and look forward to spending time with them.
Family
| Name | Relation | Position | Age |
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| Jarakela | Mother | Holder | +26T |
| Ruxon | Father | Master Beastcrafter | +33T |
| Janaca | Sister | Deceased | +6T |
| Walton | Grandfather | Journeyman Beastcrafter | +55T |
Firelizard(s)
Blue Suede
On the larger size for a blue, this little firelizard is lean and wiry. His limbs are long and slender, his head angular and almost gaunt looking with pronounced headknobs and a glint of sharp, dangerous looking teeth always visible. He is a uniform, almost colorless shade of pale blue from the tip of his nose to the end of his forked tail— a shade so pale that he stands out starkly and almost seems to glow in the dark.
Dragon
Carry On My Wayward Bronze Carath
This will never be the largest bronze around, but his very presence more than makes up for that. Dense musculature packs onto a stocky frame, hinting at a strength to rival even the largest of bronzes. And when he moves? It is nothing so mundane as a mere walk. No, this bronze struts, head held high with a cocky confidence and a gleam in his constantly whirling eyes that hints at both intelligence and a keen sense of humor.
Carath’s base color is a deep rusty bronze that melts dark over his chest, back, and rear legs, while a jacket of whiskey gold swirls up his neck and ripples like fading sunbeams across wing sails, ultimately ending in a characteristic asymmetric curl just over his left eye.
Logs
| Title | OOC Date | Cast |
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| Search by Fiat | April 22, 2021 | A'she, Graysen, Logain |
| Elsvruth Has A Plan (for Graysen!) | April 22, 2021 | Graysen, I'aija |
| Besties For Resties | April 23, 2021 | Graysen, Nefarin |
| The Damaged and The Useless | April 28, 2021 | Graysen, Nefarin |
| Candidate Morning | April 29, 2021 | Graysen, Kelenaro, Nefarin, Sonya |
| Fuerioth's clutch egg touching | April 30, 2021 | Graysen, Logain |
| Fueroth's spring clutch touching '21 | May 1, 2021 | Graysen, Nefarin |
| Just Boys Being Gross | May 2, 2021 | Graysen, Nefarin |
| Rainy Day Naps and Studying | May 5, 2021 | Graysen Kelenaro |
| And Plans Were Made | May 23, 2021 | Graysen Logain |
Extras
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