Adopting the little blue from the hatching.
Name| Jer'an
Age| 17
Gender| Male
Sexuality| Bisexual
Rank| Weyrling
Physical Description| The first impression you would receive from Jer'an would be his eyes. The arresting, almost metallic grey of his eyes peering from under his dark slanted eyebrows gives him a slightly cold appearance, as if he's angered or brooding. That, however, is not at all the case, even if he does carry his handy boot knife with him at all times. One can never be too wary... He stands at a whopping 5' 11" feet, with a lean, muscular frame. His dark blonde hair is a little shaggy, layered with light blonde streaks from spending time in the sun outdoors. He complains it's too long for his tastes, but never seems to cut it much regardless of his complaints. A prideful gesture to do with looks, one can gather. The ladies seem to enjoy running their slender fingers through it, at any rate.
With his smooth olive skin and sculpted, albeit slightly feminine, features, Jer'an is quite the heartthrob. This works to his advantage when he's out wooing.
Personality| Many words can describe Jer'an... A top choice would boisterous. Or loquacious... He is a fiery spirit, very outspoken and, at times, brash. He all too often can back himself into a corner with hot-headed comments and his short-fuse of a temper. He never hesitants to voice his opinions, or challenge others opinions. You see, he's like that one person that won't stop arguing about the topic long after everyone else has quit. He likes to beat dead horses, one could say. Jer'an is friendly though, willingly to commingle with others, and charm the ladies with his suave mannerisms. When it comes to women, Jer'an can be VERY charming.... A regular little womanizer! He does seem to take a dangerous path with that; scorned women are fearless enemies. It's in his nature to have a sense of adventure though, so a little confrontation every now and then is good for the soul. He has a protective quality to him, therefore he can be quite possessive of people, animals, food, belongings, and anything else he can lay claim to.
Background| Jer'an was born in a large hold on Pern, in the turns before anyone has even heard of the secus virus. His mother had been abandoned by his father while pregnant; apparently he'd been a rider at the weyr to which their village was beholden to and had been accommodated by Jer'an's mother after losing a flight. She died in childbirth, quite tragically. So Jer'an was raised by foster parents, never knowing the difference. They were a hardworking couple, a farmer and his wife; Jer'an was a blessing to them as the woman could not bear children.
A clever child, Jer'an had a hard time bridling his pride to be content to live at the farm and be just a farmer when he knew he could be capable of so much more. He yearned to learn and grow and make mark on history, to learn a more difficult craft or travel Pern. His foster parents could see how Jer'an chafed at his proverbial bit, and sent him to live at the weyr and train as a leather worker to provide harnesses for the dragonriders. Weyrlife was natural to Jer'an; he took to leatherwork with ease and living with dragonriders with a certain zest for the new life he'd adopted.
Of course, the Secus virus had soon made itself known to Pern and swept the continent as a malevolent and deadly force. Weyrs and holds fell prey to the disease all around, causing panic everywhere. The inhabitants of the nearby holds flooded the weyr, and soon it was much too crowded and over-populated for Jer'an. He saw it as a deathtrap, frankly. He sought his fortune elsewhere, traveling from weyr to weyr and hold to hold in hopes of staying clear of the deadly virus. He was about 16 at the time, terrified to be alone yet not willing to fall prey to the disease in that weyr with all sorts of folk crowding in. One night, he happened upon a Brownrider and his dragon as he was searching about for a suitable place to make camp. After a brief and strange encounter, he was forcibly taken into the rider's possession; the man knocked him unconscious and flew him to a strange new weyr on the nortern continent. Praesto, the rider had announced as he pulled the sack off of Jer'an's head.
About a turn after he'd arrived at Praesto, the first clutch of eggs had been conceived and lay upon the sands, hardening into the hope that Pern may someday be rid of the secus virus with dragons who were immune to the disease. When the hatching occured, Jer'an impressed to Jebiath, a miracle come true for the young man. The Blue almost seemed to know exactly who he was looking for as soon as he hatched, and Jer'an couldn't be more pleased with the ending result of the hatching. The two of course are now involved in the plot to jump turns forward to time to rush the maturing of the dragonets.
Pets| Black feline-- Dusk
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Name| Jebiath
Age| Of the "For Those About To Rock" weyrlings, hatched from the
Bohemian Rhapsody EggColor| Blue
Appearance| Jebiath is a rather average looking blue; uniform in color, no markings setting him apart from others. As an adult, he'll be lithe in body, his wings just slightly larger than usual but it suits him just fine. He seems to just blend right into the sky on a cloudless day, the sky-blue of his hide lending him a cloak of invisibility.
Personality| "Nothing really matters to me...." Laid-back and quite calm, Jebiath is a very neutral creature, as neutral as his hide. This sometimes irritates Jer'an, who can never remain neutral about anything. He's not quite as bland as he may appear though. He's daring when it's required, and never hesitates to face the music when he's gotten himself in trouble. Hanging around with Jer'an can often lead to punishment with his thirst for adventure. Of course Jer'an is quite keen on Elanor's idea of maturing faster by jumping Turns, and Jebiath goes along with him as it it easier to do.
Jer'an, Weyrling of Blue Jebiath
