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Name: T'rail (Terailen)
Age: (age at impression: 17)
Gender: Male
Sexual identity/orientation: Male; ???
Species/Type: human
Type: Old World (P'n)
Place of Birth: Undisclosed
Place of Residence: We're Rococo
Rank/Craft: Computercraft
Duties: None yet
Sponsors(s): None assigned
Sponsorling(s): None
Bond(s): Paeroeth
Lifemate(s): None
Pet(s): None
Others of note: None
| Agency | Title/Number | Chased | Caught | Eggs, viable/fatalities (#, #:#) |
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| Viable Offspring | Mate |
| Offspring info |
Name info |
| Offspring info |
Name info |
| Current Gen | Parents |
Self |
Unknown human |
| Undisclosed human, computer crafter |
Hair/armor/feathers/fur: Straw-blond; the sun bleaches it to this color, usually only on top, and underneath darker "dishwater" brown. He keeps it longer on top of his head where it lays fluffy and wavy; below it is cropped very short.
Skin/exoskeleton/scales/markings: Olive-skinned naturally, though he goes out in the sun only as necessary, so it is not very noticeable.
Limbs: Long-limbed versus slightly short body. Normal number of limbs for a human.
Eyes: Medium-light, muddy-brown. Large, rimmed in blond-tipped dark-brown eyelashes and solid eyebrows of a slightly darker color.
Size/Physique: He is a bit slender, though that could be as much from his age as his lack of heavy exertion. He prefers intellectual persuits over the physical, though his training leaves him with long-muscled physique that matches his body type. His fingers and even toes are well-attuned to fine movements, and it is generally agreed upon that strength training would simply hamper his special skills, so his training generally revolves around that. There is nothing remarkable about his height, neither tall nor short; he will probably be just over 6' once he stops growing.
Clothing: He actually wears rather slouchy clothes, whatever he finds laying on the floor that doesn't stink. If it happens not to match, so be it. His most notable accessories are tool belts with intricate tools, pouches of tiny nuts and bolts, etc., and other accessories, that relate directly to his computer craft.
Dexterity: As mentioned, he is very dexterous. He has strong finger, hand, and arm muscles, but they are attuned to fine movements. He is accustomed to only some lifting with relation to his craft.
Intelligence: He is probably a genius, though he would never admit to it. He's simply the kind of guy that would say, "Everyone is good at something; this is just what I do." Nevertheless, he is probably capable of cracking the code or language used by any given device.
Psychokinesis: It is said that he has some affinity to the electronics and machines that he spends so much time with. Whether there is any actual psi ability or not is speculation at this point. They do seem to "like" or "perform best" with him, so perhaps there is some truth to the rumors.
First: None.
Attitude: Strange is definitely a good way to describe him. Like his dragon, he has no "creepy" air about him, and while his interests are certainly "geeky," he has none of the common antisocial aversion to go with it. He is confident and easygoing, with an equally easy smile for those around him. He is, however, perfectly content to stay locked up in a room with his current project for days on end, and may need someone to feed him for fear that he will simply forget...
Hobbies: Anything electronics-related is a game to him. If no one else knows what to do with it, it becomes a puzzle for him to solve. In this way he will joke that he has never worked a day in his life, and he is not apologetic in the slightest.
Plans: He will go to great lengths to make explanations of a problem easy to understand without the typical frustration or condescension. He would probably make a great instructor if ever presented with the opportunity to pass on the knowledge of his craft. (This may well become an eventuality, given there are so few tech-savvy people around!)
Touching the hot, sand-like surfaces of dragon eggs was something he had always loved to do. But he did so without expectation. Never had he felt an electric spark of recognition before he touched Paeroeth's egg. It was so quick that he could hardly register it, and he worried briefly if he had somehow shocked the poor dragon inside with a build-up of static electricity.
The day of the hatching he was expecting any color, or no color at all, on the hatching sands. He had no great ambition to bond with a bronze, though that would have been nice; a brown or even a green would have made him happy as well. In fact, he did not expect (nor necessarily want) to bond a dragon, but he was worried about that one little egg. They had been rearranged by their mother since he and the other candidates had visited, so he could not pick that one out. All he could do was wait with a little worry, to make sure all the eggs hatched.
By the time all of the candidates had made it inside, the eggs had started to rock in earnest, and before long one of them cracked open entirely, followed quickly by a second. The first egg revealed a medium-sized green hatchling--the second, a blue. The two hatchlings climbed to their feet quickly and went to their respective groups of candidates.
The green, unsurprisingly, was first to Impress. She stopped in front of a Holdbred girl named Danemi and crooned happily. "Oh, Striechoth! Of course I'll feed you," the newest rider said reassuringly. As the two walked off the sands, the blue made his choice as well.
He took longer than his sister perusing the crowd of male candidates, stopping to stare at first one, then another as if he couldn't make up his mind, but it was a lad named Terailen who eventually stepped forward. "Come on, Paeroeth, let's get you fed," he said with a smile.
~ Sedona clutch 6
Yes, he got Paeroeth, the second-born dragon but first-born blue of the clutch. At that moment, their minds touched for the second time and he knew that this was the dragon he had felt before. It wasn't what he had feared at all.
No Story Yet | Paeroeth
Sedona Weyr | Clutch 6