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Name: V'kar (Vykar)
Age: (age at impression: 20)
Gender: Male
Sexual identity/orientation: Male; no preference
Species/Type: Human
Type: Old World (P'n)
Place of Birth: Undisclosed
Place of Residence: We're Rococo
Rank/Craft: Holdbred, harpercraft
Duties: A weyr harper.
Sponsors(s): None assigned
Sponsorling(s): None
Bond(s): Scheiveth (Old World green)
Lifemate(s): None
Pet(s): None
Others of note: None
| Agency | Title/Number | Chased | Caught | Eggs, viable/fatalities (#, #:#) |
| -- | -- | -- | -- | -- |
| Viable Offspring | Mate |
| Offspring info |
Name info |
| Offspring info |
Name info |
| Current Gen | Parents |
Self |
Undisclosed human |
| Absent father human, bluerider |
Hair: Long and wavy, dark brown, held back at the nape of his neck. No fringe or fly-aways.
Skin: Lightly-tanned, probably from leisure activities as opposed to work activities.
Limbs: One head, two arms, two legs. Longish, long muscles.
Eyes: A murky, slightly greenish, grey-brown color. Thick fringe of eyelashes and severe (usually concentrating) brows on an angled forehead and narrow, angular face.
Size/Physique: Holdbred, so... rather light? Long and lanky musclature, lightly-muscled (somewhat soft) -- lighter work.
Clothing: Black leather vests and dark-brown trousers, loose off-white linen shirt that ties in front. More soon?
Other: Plays a harp. Has fingertip callouses.
Harp: He can play the harp very well and those who hear it never complain. He is a weyr harper, so it is very likely that most of the We're's residents have heard him play.
Telepathy: He can speak to his and other dragons with his mind.
None: None.
Attitude: Quiet. He lets his harp speak for him, most of the time. He's a good watcher on the other hand. He doesn't sit in the corner and brood or anything, just keeps to himself.
Hobbies: Likes music. He likes woodworking and has been making a harp by hand in his spare time. It will be very basic and not professional-looking by any means, but it will be a sturdy piece that plays clear and strong.
Plans: He has no plans. He was going to be a harper before he met his bond, and still became one. So he's pretty content where he is, even though he's halfway across the galaxy from his hometown.
He was holdbred and born into a one-parent home with an absent and derelict father, a blue rider incidentally. He was taught the basics in school run by a harper. there he learned and discovered his love for music. When he was Searched, he wanted anything but a brown--why? His father was a bluerider, so it was not that. No, but there was a boy about his age, a little older. His father was a brownrider. He had to be just a little bit better than Vykar in every way. One day he was pushed down by the brownrider, who chastised him over something trivial. Everyone saw it. He felt humiliated and ran away, refusing to let his welling tears fall.
Another egg had hatched unnoticed, and the green within seemed quiet happy to keep it that way. She was quiet, and didn't move, preferring to watch the rest of the unhatched eggs rather than find her rider. (Ha! See? At least one of my children is intelligent, came Kioqawth's comment.)
As the green watched, two more eggs began to hatch, from opposite ends of the clutch. They were both fairly small eggs, and unsurprisingly hatched into a blue and a green. The blue strode confidently and quickly over to his older sister, chirping at her quietly, but the green ignored him, watching their sister instead. The other green was clumsily climbing to her feet, waving a wing cheerfully at her siblings. She did not bother to approach them though; instead, the green made a beeline for the candidates, and for one in particular. Kotone received a bundle of green hide sliding to a stop at her feet, which pronounced itself to be named Ellaneith.
The bonding of the green seemed to spur the blue on, and he nudged his sister encouragingly. He half-led, half-herded the other green to the candidates, though she was still reluctant. Kioqawth even gave a little growl of displeasure at his eagerness to bond. He blissfully ignored her, however, finally picking Jaiken out of the crowd of candidates. J'ai! Get over here and take care of your Echaunth! I'm hungry!
That left the green, and with a heavy sigh, she decided to go ahead and get it over with. (No! You can still be free! Kioqawth argued before Liyola hushed her again.) Ignoring her mother's protests, the green inspected the candidates carefully, and finally made her choice. Vykar was particularly surprised when the green bypassed the female candidates and went to him. Well? the green asked. Aren't you going to feed me?
"Uh, sure, Scheiveth," the new greenrider said.
~ Sedona clutch 8
He walked with her back to the feeding tables. though he remained quiet and watchful, his mind was singing shrilly his pure, relieved ecstasy. Not a brown, not a blue. A green. His green. His Scheiveth.
No Story Yet | Scheiveth
Sedona Weyr | Clutch 6