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Sh'lent and Brown Varth

 

Name: Sh’lent

 

Played by: Samantha

 

Pronounced: sheh-lent

 

Nickname: Len

 

Sex: male

 

Rank: brownrider

 

Age: 26

 

Birthplace: Southern Boll Hold

 

Mother's Name, rank, location: Arilent, journeywoman weaver, deceased

 

Father's Name, rank, location: Shonorin, master weaver, Southern Boll Hold

 

Siblings: Shinal, half brother, 23, journeyman weaver, Southern Boll Hold

 

Significant others: none

 

Children: Arenia, daughter, 6, Ista Weyr; Sharil, son, 4, deceased; Elinie, daughter, 3, deceased; Shynam, son, 2, Ista Weyr

 

Height: 6’0”

 

Build: Lanky, but not weak due to flying threadfall.

 

Hair color/style: Sh’lent’s hair is dark brown with streaks of varying shades of lighter brown.  It falls to just about his shoulder and is anything but straight, often looking very straggly.

 

Eyes: dark brown

 

Complexion: Slightly tanned from being out in the sun when flying.

 

Anything you feel would help describe your persona better: Handsome and fully aware of it, Sh’lent has an air of confidence about him at all times.

 

Habits: Brushing his hair back behind his ears repeatedly when annoyed or nervous.  Whenever possible he’ll lean against whatever’s nearest him, be it a table, a wall, or even a person.

 

Hobbies: When he’s not doing anything, Sh’lent plays around with small weavings to keep him busy.  Oftentimes he can be seen carrying around small pieces that he’ll work on absentmindedly as he goes.  Sometimes he’ll take it upon himself to make something more intricate and special, though the reasons vary as greatly as his works which are mostly random.  He considers spending time with women to be his second hobby and doesn’t need mating flights to flirt with nearly every woman he talks to.

 

Personality: Confident to the point of arrogance, Sh’lent always appears to know exactly what he’s doing even when he’s making it up as he goes along.  Hard to anger and even harder to impress, he often appears very placid to those who don’t know him well.  When something does manage to get him worked up, though, he can be quite nasty in getting revenge.  Sh’lent can be incredibly charming when he wants to and is a great actor when it comes to convincing people he believes in something.  In truth he cares about few people other than himself and Varth and the brown is the only one he puts above himself.  Dedicated is not a word that could be used to describe him, but laziness is and if there’s a task that involves work, chances are Sh’lent hates it.

 

Background: When weavers Arilent and Shonorin discovered Arilent was pregnant they rejoiced at the thought of having a child together.  Complications during childbirth, however, led to Arilent’s death only days after the birthing of her only son, Shonilent.  Three years later, Shonorin had a second son with a woman named Melinal.

From an early age Sh’lent was taught the weavercraft alongside his younger brother.  Learning always came easily to the young Sh’lent and by the time he apprenticed at the age of twelve, he already knew quite a bit more than the other apprentices.  Despite this, Shonorin always seemed to care more for his younger son, despite his first child’s easy skill.  A dedicated and strong-willed man, the master weaver appreciated the work Shinal put into his weaving as apposed to Sh’lent’s habit of finishing his work quickly and disinterestedly before leaving.

Nothing he did seemed to please Shonorin and Sh’lent quickly grew to despise the man who had raised him.  At the age of seventeen the masters agreed on granting him the rank of journeyman, with his own father being the only one who would not agree.  Only a year later Sh’lent was searched and brought to Ista Weyr, a dream-come-true to the young journeyman who was willing to do anything to escape his father.  Shortly after arriving at the weyr, he impressed to brown Varth.  While impression seemed to have no outward affect on Sh’lent’s attitude, his lifemate proved to be the only one who could exert any kind of control over the young man.

Sh’lent was twenty when his first child was born, but the rider had no desire to act as a father figure.  That combined with his father’s increasingly frequent visits to the weyr sparked his decision to transfer to Telgar Weyr.  He was there when the shakes hit and managed to escape on Varth.  The pair soon found themselves back at Ista with no place else to go and Sh’lent found the place even more insufferable than he had the first time.

His decision to transfer once again came in the form of news that his father would be moving to the weyr to serve as a master there for some time.  Having neither seen nor spoken to his father since he had first gone to Telgar, Sh’lent dreaded the experience and that in addition to the harsh conditions at Ista decided Sh’lent’s choice to transfer to Free Falling.  After all, it was far too hot in the south to go to one of the southern weyrs.

 

Dragon Information

 

Name: Varth

 

Age: 8

 

Color: brown

 

Sire/Dame: Bronze Durunth/ Gold Sunith

 

Personality: Responsible and observant, Varth is the only one who has a hold over Sh’lent and the brown knows it.  He is often forced to rein his in when the rider starts going too far and can always tell when his is trying to pull a trick, though he usually doesn’t reveal it.  Despite this, Varth cares about others more than his does, though he’ll do things only for the benefit of Sh’lent.  Greenflights are his favorite events and he flies in every one he can, confident in his abilities even when he doesn’t win.

 

Wing: MoonBright Wing

 

Weyr Impressed at: Ista Weyr

 

 

HOLD or CRAFT Information:

 

Hold or Hall name: Southern Boll Weaver Hall

 

Craft: weaver

 

Time spent in Craft: 6 turns officially

 

Rank achieved: journeyman

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