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Name: Neleyo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Craft: Harper
Rank: apprentice
Origin: Fort

Appearance: Leyo stands about six foot even with brown hair that remains messy however much effort he says he puts into it. He is often dressed in blues, which bring out the hues of his hazel eyes. He carries a bit of pudge around the middle with an otherwise average build. He isn’t particularly athletic or muscular. He has calloused fingers and is rarely seen without a guitar in close proximity.
Personality: A caffeinated cinnamon roll, Neleyo is a bubbly creature. While he is often sedentary due to his craft, when he is not writing his next Greatest Hit, he is hard to keep up with. He can ramble as well as anyone and when there is lunch to be had he can move.

He lives music. He is forever keeping time, mentally counting pentameter. He enjoys adding to his vast vocabulary. Every word is a new tool in his box. These tools are put to good use. He loves making conversation.

This candidate believes in true love. While he knows that should he impress those feelings (or lack of) will have to be put to the sidelines, he spends his days trying to help those who need it. Weyrlings with crushes? He’ll encourage them to act on it. He may trade chores without another candidate so they can work with someone they fancy. There’s someone for everyone. It might take a few tries, however. He knows, because he’s pushed himself into heartbreak before. Neleyo is willing to be patient. Hearts aren’t something you can rush.

Positivity might be thing, but there’s no lack of overthinking with Neleyo. When he isn’t writing, he worries. Those worries are why he fights to keep such a cheerful demeanor. His parents are safe from the life of fighting Thread, he wasn’t effected (personally) by the plague. He tries to comfort the candidates with those with those struggles.
History: Born to harpers at Fort sometime eighteen years ago, Leyo fell quickly in love with the guitar. He grew up some and became an apprentice. After several turns, dragons caught his eye. The plague had happened. While no one he was particularly close to lost their lives to it, he knew of many who did. This was one of those issues he couldn’t fix alone. The Weyr needed more Dragonriders.

He was Searched and became a candidate. He still pulls away during his free time to play his guitar.
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