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Name: Tacelon
Age: 15
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Harper Apprentice/Candidate

History: Tacelon’s family comes from a smaller hold beholden to Fort Hold. His father a woodworker, and his mother was a housewife who did some sewing on the side. As most children do, he adored his mother when he was a young child. When he was about 6, she died in childbirth with his youngest sister. His father raised him and his 4 siblings by himself, aside from when he hired a wet nurse for the baby. The father decided that the elder siblings were old enough to help raise younger, and he did not want to let go of any of his children, so he did not foster any. He was a strict disciplinarian with high hopes for his children; if he felt they did not do well enough at a task, he let them know in no uncertain terms, and was sparing with praise.

Tacelon had lapped up tales of other regions and as a result developed a bit of wanderlust, with a dream of traveling Pern. Throughout his life the dream never quite died, though it withered and waned as it seemed increasingly unlikely. He would have liked to apprentice to a Trader, since they traveled all over and provided a useful service. However, his father denied him, firmly telling his children that it was not a respectable life for a proper holder. He would have liked to be a Runner instead, but even when he was fittest he didn’t have the build, stamina or athletic ability. He eventually settled is dreams on being a Harper, which was met with Father’s approval and encouraged by the Hold Harper. He wanted to be a Harper for all of a Harper’s duties besides music: teaching, mediating, bringing news, and most of all traveling to do so. However, could also play and sing well, which it why he met with the hold Harper’s approval.

Shortly after he was accepted and sent to the Harper Hall, a grave illness wrecked his voice, reducing it to a gravely rasp with a nonexistent singing voice. While it was only a bit of a strain to speak and doing so caused him no pain, he was embarrassed by the coarse voice and rightly thought it could be hard to understand. As a result he became taciturn, speaking as little as possible.

Since singing and speaking were effectively denied him, he applied himself to learning instruments in hopes that he could still travel as a Harper. With a bit of luck, (and, he suspected, a bit of pity from someone who helped him get the egg) he managed to acquire a fire-lizard, Echo, and taught it to sing along with his music, having it take the place of the vocal parts he could not sing. Echo stuck close to him at all times and often voiced his moods, helping others understand the quiet boy. Tacelon also taught Echo to sing various notes with perfect pitch, which was useful for tuning instruments. To better command Echo without speaking, Tacelon also taught him to respond to a set of whistled instructions based on drum codes.

Despite all his efforts with learning instruments and training Echo, he found that aside from Gathers, there was little call for an effectively mute instrumental Harper. If he still wished to travel, his best bet was working in drum towers, where he could at least be posted somewhere new, and maybe change around now and then.

He had resigned himself to drum tower training when was unexpectedly Searched. Seeing a chance at a dragonrider’s coveted ability to travel anywhere on Pern in the blink of an eye, (and since dragonriding was a profession his father would approve) he quickly accepted. He has little hope that he’ll actually Impress, but at least thinks he’ll see more of Pern than wherever he’ll end up when he’s learned his craft.

During the revolution he got caught up in the evacuation of Benden, ending up in Malvren for a time. When they fell to the Revolutionists, he managed to hitch a ride with a Resistance rider who was fleeing to Trine, and now resides there. The Iota clutch was the first time he stood as a Candidate, even though he didn't spend it in the Hatching Grounds. He was assigned to join the search group that was hunting for some of the eggs, and was present when the two hatched. Neither of them chose him, a fact that he is not surprised about. But he did find himself more disappointed than he had expected to be.

Description: Tacelon is of a stocky build, though not fat, and is a nondescript, middling height. He considers much of himself nondescript; aside from grey eyes the color of a stormy sky, his short hair in an unremarkable brown, his face, though a little wide, is not one that sticks in the mind, and his skin is the same light tan as anyone who spends time on the drum heights. His face sometimes seems like it’s fixed in a resigned expression that, while not especially unhappy, is far from cheerful.

Personality: Tacelon is accustomed to being disappointed. As a result, he’s pessimistic, and has low self-esteem; he believes he will amount to little and the best he can hope for is small goals. In his mind, Impressing a fire-lizard is likely one of the very few times he’ll ever succeed at an important goal. He is very quiet and speaks as little as possible, but has a habit of drumming (with his fingers or any tool in his hand) to reflect his moods. His firelizard, named Echo, often sings his moods as well, and has such an expressive vocal range at times it seems like it’s taken over as Tacelon’s voice. He’s stubborn, since he is used to pressing on through adversity, and hardworking, since he’s of the opinion that working diligently is the only way he’ll have any chance of making anything of himself.

Although he can be surprised when something unexpected comes up and hesitate while figuring out how to proceed, he rarely panics. He is respectful and polite, though with all things he tend to express this more with body language than words. Echo often copies such actions when possible (when Tacelon bows or waves for someone to go ahead of him through a door, Echo will do the same from its perch on his shoulder). He rarely will initiate a conversation, and often comes off an introverted due to how little he speaks. However, he will gladly initiate contact if it does not require him to speak much, such as offering to help with work if a questioning look (and accompanying trill of query from Echo) will suffice. Although he speaks little, he watches and listens a lot, and is perceptive. He’s humble, more out of the opinion that his accomplishments really aren’t that great than from any desire to seem modest.

Other:
-Can play drums, pipes, flute and guitar, picks up new instruments reasonably quickly
-is as adept at understanding Echo’s moods as Echo is at picking up his

Name:Poth
Size: Below Average
Build: Average

Threadfighting stats: Agility: +3, HP: 35

Egg:
Rolly Polly Egg : This egg is a bit peculiar, not in size...nor even in color but in shape, its a fat round little egg almost more of a sphere then an oval. But despite it strange shape and the worry this elicted when it was first laid the hatchling within seems healthy enough when one lays thier hand upon its shell. A quiet spark of intelligence greets those who choose to do so and one gets the impression that the little beast within is pondering great thoughts for such a youthful age.

Personality:
Poth is a very intelligent beast, quick to learn..but maybe , sometimes not so quick to act. Although she is a fast learner Poth vastly prefers to doze in the sunshine when given a choice and it will take a firm rider to goad this girl into action at the required times..well...unless there is food to eat. Poth does love her food and might be prone to over eating once in a while, nor is she particularly fussy when it comes to choosing such food and as a hatchling one will have to ensure she doesn't gobble up something bad for her just because it smells good.

Perhaps because of her eating habits Poth will always be a bit on the rolly polly side of things..but don't let it fool you, she can move pretty quickly when she wants to and she's not a bad flier once you get her in the air. She smart and steady..certainly a far cry from those hyper flirty greens everyone always talks about. She's not prone to being loud and typically thinks before she speaks and despite this quiet nature she's a social creature, enjoying the company of her fellow dragons and their's in her own quiet, sedate way.

Poth could easily be considered a lazy dragon and indeed would be prone to slipping into lazy habits..but if motivated in the proper manner her intelligence and sincere good hearted desire to please means she's do her very best and her very best is pretty darn good.

Inspired by Pot Bellied Pig

Why Me?
Poth and Tacelon are sure to end up as a pretty well matched team, while there are differences between them there are also a great many simularities...and the differences they do have are just what the other needs, like two pieces of a puzzle these two fit together to create the whole picture. Poth in her intelligence was well aware of her own short comings and as such it just made sense that she pick a partner capable of keeping those tendencys towards laziness and over eating in line and tacelons work habits ought to help out with that...likewise Tacelon could well do with a bit of social goading if he ever wants to crawl out of that shell of his.

Both dragon and rider are quiet and thoughtful...neither are the type to kick up a real fuss but both are thoughtful enough that when they do speak..people should probably listen to what they have to say. Quiet, kind hearted and intelligent tends to sum up this pair quite well, and perhaps with a bit of effort they will lessen the short comings of the other.