Bolano is a 17 turn old male who has a lot on his mind. Mostly, how to get his hair to do that thing it does without teasing it too much with the brush.

He's not completely fruity, but his personal tastes mean that he always searches out the best clothing, the nicest styles, and the most fashionable people to hang out with.

He is a sexy, dark-tan skinned man, with a mane of silver and black ticked hair, heart shaped face and large, green eyes. He is very silent, almost seeming somber among people he does not know. But in his element, among friends or lovers, he is a prankster and a bit of a goof ball.

His attention to male partners is just as strong as to female, and he has never expressed disappointment with either. He and Kiffin have been seen prowling the halls of the Weyr together, but equally they are apt to spat over who gets to use the hot bathing springs first...

Bolano has a lot of experience hunting and using weapons. His home upbringing was at Blackstone Weyr, and he was always sitting in on sessions of far more experienced craftsmen. He is not actually in a craft, but he has much experience with leather crafting and tailoring, as well as his first love of weaponry and hunting.

Often he will find a good hunting ground and not tell anyone about it until he's tired of it. This holds true of people, weyrs, and activities.

If Bolano impresses he will shorten his name to Bo'lo, and would probably be happiest on blue or green.

"Come along, it's most important!" The weyrleader said to his groggy companions. H'lis had woken so many young inhabitants, and was now dragging them to the weyr ledges.

"Why can't we do this later?" Whined someone, and Bolano echoed it. But he did it silently.

"You'll see," the pampas-haired man smiled, and then waved his hand at a dragon who waited outside. "This is the search rider for Dark Moon Weyr. Now, all of you just step on up."

The dragon sniffed at everyone, stopping now and again, but never seeming to like what he found. Then, he came across the black and white head of Bolano. The dragon paused, and took a deep whiff.

"He likes you," the rider said. "You can come with us if you like."

"... If I like?" Bolano said, softly. "Well... let me think about that... " Seconds later, he was packed an on the dragon's back. Nothing would stop him from Impressing, he decided. Nothing at all! He yearned to the skies, and now would have the chance to prove himself! The weyr would love him and his new dragon!

In fact by the time they reached Dark Moon Weyr, in Bolano's fertile mind he'd already impressed and gone thread fighting at the head of a wing ... He was jolted back to reality when he had to dismount and find his way to the weyrling barracks... But he did so with grace and style, and without any fuss set up his things.

Even the girls were jealous of that hair of his... And he loved it.

It was only due to one of the few girls in the weyr who didn't really care about his hair, Barabas, that Bolano was there for this hatching!

They had been on a tour of the weyr, guided by the Weyrwoman into the hatching sands. But there were only about half a dozen weyrling candidates, and they were sadly told that if more candidates weren't found soon, the eggs might not hatch correctly.

But Barabas asked the weyrwoman if they might be allowed to remain just a bit longer.

And that made the difference! The queen watched as the eggs on the edge of the sands began to shake and then hatch!

Abruptly, several candidates had impressed. Then, Bolano was very pleased to be looking into the whirling, hungry eyes of a green dragon!

"You're beautiful!" He gasped, and then was rewarded by a mental contact the likes of which he'd never expected.

I am pretty! You are beautiful... All the people are beautiful! My name is Damianth, and I know you. You are B'olo. You are my rider! My lifemate and my love! Now, feed me!

B'olo laughed, and then complied! For what more compliment could he get?

When B'arb and her brown dragon (how funny B'olo thought it was, that here he was a man, impressing a green, and there she was a girl, impressing a brown... They were teased at the beginning, but they weren't any longer, since they both proved their worth -- as well as that of their dragons!) went off to join the Protectorate's wing called the Cherry Bombers, B'olo was asked if he wanted to join another wing... A much more private, hush hush wing.

"Of course I do," he whispered to the blue rider who had come to tell him where to meet the other riders.

They met, and conferred, and decided that B'olo and green Damianth would be very welcome for their Wing. What wing is that? Shhhhh, it's the Shadow Warriors wing... which doesn't really exist...