Rider of green Ghiath, Sentinel wing
Atre is one of a kind, as is her lifemate Ghiath... which of the two is odder? It's sometimes hard to know. Both can be stubborn, insisting they can do something whether they can or no, and both are a bit devious. One is pale with dark hair and normally a odd hat whilst the other is green with wings and a tail; one presumes it's obvious which is which.
Cisusse
Rider of green Delioth, Sirocco wing
Born in the heat of Southern Boll and raised a trader-child with the Enlander
Clan, Cisusse never really acclimatized to the harsh Fortian winters.
Irrelevant, absent-minded, and irresponsible, she's apt to wander the weyr in
bare feet, collecting trinkets and missing shifts while off gallivanting
across Pern on a whim.
Rider of brown Arcath, Sirocco Wing
Fort Weyr's flirtatious redhead and her Indiana Arcath! Jill is of Hold blood -- Fort Hold, to be precise -- and now holds the rank of an Assistant Weyrlingmaster. Fear. When she's not performing her duties to Sirocco, she can be found with her lifemate in the Central Bowl, on the beach, or on somebody else's weyr ledge. Just look for the orange-red hair and you'll know it's her.
Joerres
Posted Journeyman Healer
Joerres is the junior member of the Permanent Healer Staff at Fort, but he's got a big niche to fill - besides the usual general medicine, Joe has studied extensively for pediatrics and geriatrics, two seemingly unrelated branches of medicine sorely neglected in the remote cothold where he grew up. Anyhow, from cothold to Healer Hall to Fort Weyr is a big jump, but Joe's was especially big since he married the Weyr Steward, Ryvre, before he took the post. They've settled in and started a family in their greenery-strewn quarters since then.
Rider of green Ysaleth, Skywatch Wing
Kh'rys modestly describes herself as mellow but occasionally zany. A former
weyrsecond, non-maternal mother, and now simple dragonrider, Kh'rys is also
famed for her zesty party mix recipes. Also, she does imitations. Ask her to
show you what a rider looks like when somebody else improvises content on her
character blurb!
Rider of brown Jurayath, Stormriders Wing
An experience-happy rider with a passion for travel, Kourrem flies wherever
she wants to go (and to a few places she'd rather avoid) on the back of her
large and lofty dragon, Jurayath.
Rider of ice-cap blue Rhioth, Sirocco Wing
The original "bull in a china shop" with a dragon to match, this
onetime Wingsecond bears a tactlessness and a sense for mischief that made
the Harper Hall just a little bit glad--deep down in the most secret
recesses of their hearts, of course--to turn her over to the Weyr for her
first and only Search at the age of 21.
Rider of the rosy bronze Llynth, and dictator (Wingleader) of
Sirocco
A fisher at heart, our hero K'rill holds his own with a hoe and sheers; the
carefully-maintained redfruit tree on his ledge produces the best fruit for
his Weyr-famous mulled cider. Stocky and boyish, he lives to look good, only
to fall flat on his face most of the time. But, Ohhhh, how he flaunts those
few victories!
Rider of Hieratic Nilotic-Green Kismeth, Sirocco Wing
Loreli is the original Bad Girl greenrider, prone to mischief and anarchy,
rumored to be a tad bit insane. A former Harper before her impression of
Kismeth, Loreli quickly established a reputation around Fort Weyr -- a little
wild, a little crazy, a lot flirtatious. She is the Queen of the
Butter-Knives, and has been known to cast aspersions upon other people's
character through the use of alliteration. In more recent turns, she's toned
down considerably, rarely gracing the Weyr populace with unique brand of
charm, fading into the background as Just Another Older Rider Who Used To Be
Interesting.
Fort Weyr Assistant Nanny
Since her evening run-in with a certain shy bronzerider upon the beach of
Fort after her arrival, it's not uncommon to see the nanny with the
Weyrleader! Yes, they're an item, and the relationship seems to work for both
of them. She's been left on the sands once, but has gotten over the slight
disappointment she might have felt, and moved on, living day to day, and
sketching when time allows.
Rider of Bronze Theronth
M'gael and Theronth worked their way into adulthood, the bronzerider having
just passed the decade mark for being a dragonrider. Does that count for
something? Has M'gael finally become an old pro at dragonriding, sweeps, wing
duties? Not quite. Ask him about the politics of Fort's region, and he'll
have not a clue; he tries his best to keep his nose out of that sort of
business. Ask him about life, love, and he might dodge the questions, but
don't be fooled: he enjoys such topics of discussion.
Rider of blue Klimth, Sirocco wing
Aided and abetted in all things by Klimth, Sissi subscribes to the Peter
Pan school of thought when it comes to growing up. Her uncomplicated view
of the world, almost black-and-white (though some would say naive or
pigheaded),
includes aversions to high altitudes, positions of authority and eating
in public. From a ridiculously large, close-knit family in the Ruathan
valleys,
she's used to being one of the crowd; aspiring just to "muddle
through."
Fort Weyr Hair Stylist
An Istan who came into the cold in order to become the king of cool, Skyler
styles the hair of both weyr cognoscenti and visiting dignitaries. Want to
look just like Lady Terise did during her triumphal tour? Just ask Skyler:
tress-master extraordinaire!
Rider of brown Modrath
Fort born, now paired with the bounciest brown around, shoe fetishist
Modrath. She's now weyrmated-ish to K'rin, that is to say they have adjacent
weyrs with a hole knocked between them for ease of access. She's commonly
referred to as Sentinel's Wingsecond, occassionally boss, if in one of those
moods, but most commonly Seo.
Rider of the Artistic Mobster Blue Dragon, Ryuth; Weyrsecond
So many pitchfork-shaking mobs have come together in order to devise
eloquent, if unprintable, descriptions of Tarin. So many candidates have
ignorantly agreed to be immortalized as art, only to find that dragon art
involves things like vinegar, oil, and 47 pounds of shredded carrots. At last
count, pretty much everyone agrees that Tarin and Ryuth are menaces who ought
to be kept far, far away from civilization. Thus far, they have been:
incarcerated as black marketeers, elevated to honorary goldrider status,
attacked by infuriated candidates, adored by weird teenagers, protectors of
children who turn out not to have been kidnapped at all, skulkers in the
shadows, starters of a thousand rumors, and now (through what can only be
described as one heck of a plot twist) weyr power-mongers. Why did
R'sin decide to make Tarin weyrsecond when all of nature cries out against
it? Could it have something to do with the fact that he was angry with Fort
Hold, and Fort Hold cried out against it, too? Whatever the reason, seated in
the Seat of Authority, Tarin and Ryuth live their lives for the sake of their
own entertainment.
Rider of bronze Dobryth
"I have no idea what to say about X'in," reports the player who
allegedly knows all about the character. Foolishly, he adds, "fill in
with whatever." So: after years of patient tutelage, X'in has finally
learned not to put the left shoe onto his right foot. His friends express
hope that he may someday remember that the socks go on before the
shoes. Although backwards in many ways, he is known throughout Pern for his
ability to perform festive magic tricks and sing any song backwards after
hearing it once. Very little in this blurb has been verified, and some
sources suggest that only the first two sentences have any truth. There's
only one way to find out: sing him a song and ask him to pull a rabbit out of
his hat.
Rider of green Miyoth
Zephre has been riding and leading in the Weyr for more than half her life,
now, and as a senior rider has held many hats, everything up to and including
Weyrsecond. She's also worn too many hats, been known as a workaholic, and
left a swathe of broken hearts behind her determinedly single stance. (News
and gossip on that changes by the hour, see your latest mailers to be sure!)
Rumored to enjoy risk so much that her idea of a relaxing afternoon is
climbing the sheer cliff face to the Star Stones barefoot, or rappelling in
the mountains north of the Weyr. Miyoth, for her part, is a reckless and
adventurous green, with wing scars to prove it, a flirty little gossip who
loves nothing more than trading stories of a long evening, or flying high
over the ocean. Two kids by two different bronzeriders and a dedicated
fostermother round out the household.
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