Teron, the Harper Apprentice… Er, wait, that is wrong now. He is T'on, lfemate to green Kyrith of Bahrain Weyr, a Weyrling there. In his time at the Harper Hall, he has gotten himself into no end of trouble, despite all the friends he has made. He is rash and often jumps to the wrong conclusion. He is in love with another Harper Apprentice, Cindanna. Since he became a weyrling, he finds he now looks up to C'zar, the Weyrling Master, and rider of bronze Asarith. C'zar has helped him alot.
T'on
T'on is a tall young man at 5' 11. He has jet black hair and hazel
eyes. His voice is just settling into a nice baritone. He looks
serious, but is very
easy going and friendly. He has high cheekbones and aristocratic
nose. His hands are moving constantly, but they move with an amazing
dexterity, so that
they look like he is playing some invisible instrument. His toned
body complete the picture of a very handsome young man.
Kyrith
Antique gold dusts lightly over proudly arched neck and eyeridges of verdant green, the resplendent motion at once powerful and full of grace. Blazing within whirling orbs, a flame that refuses to be doused, a mere glimmer of her inner strength. Forest green darkly shades firm chest that expands into limber, deceptively fragile ailerons. Puissant muscles are chiseled dark green and sinewy in form, draped in sheer emerald sisal of pure femininity. Hind limbs ripple with barely contained strength, pine awash with frothy cream, down her lithe tail that twitches oft in whip-like motion.
Kar
This little fellow is a irritable thing. He hates to be messed with. Normally friendly, he gets a little irritated when someone wakes him up, or won't let him sleep. Deep blue all over, he is the perfect harper companion. His belly is a light sky blue, that curls up to a darker harper blue back. His talons are laquered a dark night blue.
Charlatan
Cool teal ripples down soft hide like a river called Rio while crystal blue gently shades wing sails, nearly transluscent in their frailty. Teal melts into azure, serenely traveling up long graceful neck, lightening at headknobs to near golden color. Eyes possess a devil-may-care twinkle, lupine in nature and hungry for mischief. Dainty nose is awash in a mixture of azure and white, fading to pure white down throat and chest. Twitching tail swishes contstantly, almost a reflex reaction, as if he flies to a tailored rhythm all his own.
Crysania
True Spring green cloaks this mystical lass from the wise tilt
of her perfect muzzle to the slow lashing of her viney tail. Her
step is easy, measured, with each graceful movement well thought
out so as to flutter her maple-leaf wingsails 'just so'. Even
the click of talon's touch against stone carries a well-timed
beat.
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