Gender Male
Former Name Sevran
Current Home Monaco Bay Weyr
Place of Birth Igen Weyr
Occupation Weyrleader
Hair Dark brown
Eyes Grey
Dragon Bronze Aedeluth
Song Know Me - DC Cardwell


S'van stands at just about six and a half feet tall with a form that, while still leaning towards lanky, has begun to fill out with physical labor. Muscle definition has definitely increased, heading toward that distinctly dragonrider-physique. His shaggy, dark brown hair is in sore need of a trim, though he never lets it get long enough to pull into a 'tail. Grey eyes, gaunt face and thin lips may give the impression of a stern demeanor, though there is often a bit of humor dancing in his eyes. His skin is tanned to a fair golden color, indicative of a life spent outside. On the back of his neck, peeking out from beneath whatever shirt he is wearing, is the beginnings of a ‘tattoo’.

The clean lines and seemingly simple cut of his leather jacket belie the craftsmanship that went into the piece. The rich, dark brown leather has been expertly tailored to fit his form, accentuating the strong lines of his body. Left open, his navy blue shirt contrasts brilliantly with his skin and brings out the grey of his eyes and the brown of his hair. Dark brown leather pants hug his form in all the right places without being too constricting. His well-made, and well-loved, boots are the only item that remain from his former life, still as serviceable and perfectly suited for this new life.

Tree Tattoo
On the back of his neck, extending from just below the hairline and disappearing beneath his shirt, is a beautifully rendered black and white tattoo of a tree. A healthy and mighty tree with wide, outstretched branches shading a small patch of grass at the base of the trunk. One half of the tree’s branches are covered in thick foliage, while the other half are surprisingly bare. Not because the leaves have fallen away, but rather they have taken flight as a flock of birds. Rendered as tiny ‘V’s, they trail along and around the right side of his neck, thinning out until a solitary leader can be found nestled just ‘there’, over the pulse point under his jaw.


Sevran is the seventh of eight children, and the first (and only) son. He grew up in the Weyr, splitting time between his mother Maurlyna in Igen, and his father Straeven in Ista. It was… an unusually arrangement. His parents were definitely better off living separate lives, but somehow came back to each other time and time again. Sevran grew up thinking this was perfectly normal, until he realized his friends didn't have two homes. His relationship with his older sisters was cordial, but as the baby of the family he never really got to take on the protective-brother role. At least not until his youngest sister came along. Three turns his junior; he's incredibly protective of his little sister Sephany and spoils her rotten.

When he realized that girls (at least his sisters) disliked things that were dirty, involved manual labor or strong scents, he made a bee-line for the beast pens, making himself useful cleaning up carcasses after the dragons have had their fill. Blood and gore didn't phase him a bit, and eventually he was approached by the butcher, and a pseudo apprenticeship started. In his late teens, he's developed a skill for butchering all manner of creatures, and a deep appreciation for the "art" of carving a beast.

When his sister Sephany accepted an apprenticeship to the Weaver craft, and decided to relocate to the Crafthall for a more formal education, Sevran found Igen to be far too lonely. He left, seeking a new start just as his sister had. He came to be at Half Moon Bay by chance, but made himself useful as a resident butcher, his skills put quickly to use. He wasn’t there long before he was Searched by bronze Leketh, who made him a Candidate for Celimoth and Xermiltoth’s clutch. Although candidacy was not without it's trials (some of them decidedly more trouble-some and life-impacting than others), Sevran managed to survive both physically and mentally (though the mental part is sometimes debatable) to stand on the Hatching Sands. On that dark and stormy day, he had the (un)fortunate luck of being just who bronze Aedeluth was looking for. The bronze picked him, and there was no going back. Sevran became S'van forever.

Weyrlinghood brought a whole new set of challenges. Right from the start, S’van and Aedeluth were at odds with the weyrlingmasters, owing in part to a particularly vindictive bronzerider who felt the need to spill SECRETS about his deviant life choices during candidacy in retaliation for heartfelt confessions in the rain (LOOKIN’ AT YOU J’EN!). In addition to receiving a very mother-hen style of leadership, chafing under the near-constant eye of weyrlingmasters and assistance, S’van and Aedeluth also dealt with the reality of his deformed hind leg. A source of frustration for both, as they attempted to push through natural and man-made limitations in a determined effort to prove they were just as capable as the rest of the Weyrlings. It was only after the pair took to the sky that Aedeluth was able to show his true capabilities. Able to move as well as, or better, than his siblings, a bit of the bronze’s caustic nature and natural bucking of leadership was softened when he found himself on equal ground (even if that ground was actually the air).

After being tapped into Archipelago Wing by his now-weyrmate J'en, S'van settled into the routine of dragonrider life with all of it's ups and downs. When a freak accident grounded him at Monaco Bay Weyr, Sev thought the worst he would have to deal with would be the over protective nature of his weyrmate and his dragon. When he was finally released to full duty (and nearly ready to go home, after taking a well-earned vacation), an unexpected offer made what was supposed to be a temporary move into a permanent relocation. Sleep deprivation and desperation, rather than merit, may be to blame with the decision of the new Weyrleader (S'u) to offer the knot to the young foreign bronzerider, but what exactly is S'van's excuse for saying yes? Whatever it was, he found himself the new Weyrsecond of Monaco Bay Weyr.

The first few turns turned out to be a rather tumultuous affair which saw Aedeluth catch his first gold — Jazhira's Szetamirath — and sire his first clutch. This was pretty good practice for the pair, because it wouldn't be long before Aede successfully chase and caught his second gold — Bethari's Risabeth. This landed him in Xanadu for a time, but they weathered it well enough. Through holder and crafter tensions, a sabotaged electrical system during Fuerioth's hatching, and promoting his weyrmate to Assistant Weyrlingmaster, and finally to Wingleader of Flame (Monaco's fire/land based Search and Rescue wing), it could be said that S'van learned through a trial by fire. Which was all the better, because at the end of 2719 S'van would find himself wearing a much bigger knot when Aedeluth rose to chase Fuerioth. It was a flight that ended with Reya as Weyrwoman, and S'van as Weyrleader.

Significant People in Sev's life

Name Relationship Location Song Notes
J'en Weyrmate Monaco Bay Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Jasmine Thomas <3 for life
Lani Good friend Xanadu Weyr TBD Green Rosalyth's rider
Sephany Little Sister Fort Weyr Over the Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole Literal Sister
Risali Arch Nemesis (not really) Xanadu Weyr Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better I dunno what we are.

Fun Facts About S'van

  • He doesn't know of a single person in his family tree to have Impressed a dragon
  • He is the first member of his family to be Searched by a dragon. All of his older sisters Stood, using the privilege of being Weyrborn to stand without Search, but none of them ever Impressed.
  • And that is because his dad is not his real dad *GASP*. His biological father is a dragonrider. He does not know this and has no idea that his dad isn't his dad.
  • His name (Sevran) actually came because the Healer mis-heard his mother say 'This is number seven' and thought she said "this is Sevran" And hence, named Sevran.
  • He is mildly demophobic. Not devastatingly, but enough that crowds do make him uncomfortable. He can't sleep well in the barracks because of this fact, and prefers wide open spaces to being inside. He doesn't know that's why he feels this way, though, and has associated it with in-side spaces, believing he may be claustrophobic.
  • When Sephany started to speak, she couldn't say 'Sevran' and called him 'Seven' instead. It stuck, but she's the only one allowed to call him that.
  • He actually has a really nice singing voice, but you'll probably NEVER hear him sing. Only Sephany can convince him to do so, and only if they are alone. (he used to sing her to sleep when she had bad dreams)
  • He is a total badass at pool. Like… go first, or you will not get a turn. He can totally DOMINATE this sport (it's about the only thing he is exceedingly skilled at. Well. That can be mentioned on a public Wiki page at least)
  • He had a long time crush in his youth on a boy named Jaelyn, only to meet him again as an adult. The boy, now a man called J'en, searched Sevran to stand for the clutch at which he Impressed to Aedeluth.
  • When he was asked his Wing preferences upon Weyrling graduation, he asked for Seamount. What he got instead was Archipelago.


A note about the playlist: sometimes I choose songs for the vibe or feeling that they give me, NOT necessarily the lyrics. So not all songs LYRICALLY represent S'van/Aede or his life, but the tone of the song or overall impression may fit. Hope that makes sense.


Beyond the Desert Sands Bronze Treason (PC)
The tip of this firelizard's snout blazes with the intensity of Rukat's most unforgiving brilliance, shimmering blindingly along the entire length of the ridges that line his back and delicate headknobs, up the edges of his wings to his spars, before fading seamlessly to true bronze at his tailfork and wingsails. A rich tone of burnt orange flows likes Igen's endless dunes over his sides, brightened along his ribs and joints to goldenrod, while subtle ripples of sepia and rust throughout blend incrementally into the russet hues that drift coolly across his belly. Lending a stark contrast are thin and wispy stalk of beige that fan and wave up from between his toes, seeming to sprout directly from sienna cast talons, reaching in varying length up his strong limbs till they taper and end. Overall, his body is sleek and slender, awarding him alarming speed as well as complimenting his already striking appearance.

Glade's Serenity Brown Trill (NPC)
A little small for his colour and compact of build, this sturdy brown is built in smooth lines, his muzzle gently blunted and body subtly rounded. Primarily, he's of a rich, copper-toned tan, yet a pale wheat claims the underside of his jaw and sweeps along his neck to blend with a faint collar of taupe, only for that same, lighter shade to present itself again in the rows of gentle, dotted markings that he bears from ribcage to flanks. Narrows wings are washed with chestnut and dappled with mahogany along their trailing edges, 'sails almost opaque, even when raised to the light. His limbs are slender, as are his ridges and headknobs, though there is muscle there along forearms and legs that fade to a near white in colour, tipped with earthy claws. It's his tail that almost… isn't one, often employed to help with balance.


Rubik's Complex Curmudgeon Bronze Aedeluth
At first glance, there isn't much that can be said about this dragon, other than he appears to be uniformly and uncompromisingly bronze in hue, from the tip of his snout to that of his tail fork. His body, muscled without being bulky, doesn't appear to possess a single feature that might set him apart from any other of his color group. Perfectly average to the point of textbook, surely to be dismissed with but a passing glance, ultimately boring. However, upon closer inspection, it's revealed that this is farthest from the truth. There are subtle differences in the pigment of his hide that may very well make him the most striking of creatures ever to have set foot on Pernese soil. The faintest of striations streak across the entirety of him in only the finest of spun gold, making his surface appear scratched or machined in that way that gives character rather than deflecting from his appearance. Tiny freckle-like globs of chestnut brown are scattered about seemingly without purpose or pattern, mixed in with flecks of rust and ghostly kisses of klah-brown. Muted highlights of deep copper whisper along his eyeridges and jaw, tips of his headknobs and neckridges, the edges of his wingsails and snout, as well as his every rib. The places where miniscule color variations collide give suggestion of the groves, dings, or divots that can be found on any rare antique or valuable collectable. It's the upper portion of his right hind limb that is anything but average in that it looks somewhat desiccated in comparison to the other. Likely, it's the reason he walks with a pronounced limp. As if to offset this flaw, the lower half of the same limb, can only be described as bitchin'. An apparition of flame a shade or two darker than the rest of him wafts up from around his toes, drifting up over the paw and fades off about a quarter of the way past the first joint.


LOGS PRIOR TO April (and late March) 2018 ARE ON HIS HALF MOON PAGE: HMW S'van

Title OOC Date Cast
Lunch at the Watch Tower January 9, 2019 J'en, S'van
Probably Safe March 8, 2019 Etinei, S'van
Spreading Like Wildfire March 11, 2019 Reya, S'van


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