Name: Jet Dalpeli
Gender: Male, bi
Age: 15
Origin: Dawnlight-Blackstone on Paniya/Alskyr, rider-born
Family: Mother Ata Dalami-Ress, father Ibej Peli; triplet, third born, sister Aji, sister Baata; many cousins on father's side, Auntie Beji
Other Relations: He's had his eye on a few of the local riders, but he won't say which
Height: 5'9"
Build: muscular, lightweight, quick on his feet
Hair: nut brown with orange-red coppery streaks that are natural, short and shaggy, quite full
Eyes: medium amber brown, almond shaped and clear
Appearance: yellow tan skin, mostly covered with his Green caste outfits, thanks to being a little on the shy side
Literacy: able to read and write with strong vocabulary as well as bold and sure script
Politeness: he uses his faux deference and honeyed words to weasel into groups he wants to infiltrate, and yes that word is there for a reason... But even then, when he begins insulting officials or high-ranking folks, they hardly realize it until everyone is laughing and pointing at them
Focus: he is very much focused, though a bit lacking in the 'attending for long periods', he will start a new project almost the moment the last one falls into shame
Interactions: somehow, Jet has managed to not become a pariah socially. By becoming actually friends with a number of good - and bad - people, no one ever knows what to expect of him, and he lets his real friends know when to expect something great to go down. He more has a following, than a friend group...

Values and Goals
Enjoys strongly: talking it up, socializing, he's remarkably gregarious and in many ways is quite entertaining to be around
Enjoys: going to towns, weyrs, travel but not just to some random out of the way spot: it has to be busy! bustling!
Strong goal: though he's already got a lot of experience in the field, he wants to actually learn proper psychology and sociology; he does know that this might also have to come with 'ethics' ... pfff.
Strong fear: eventually he knows that this house of cards he's been building will tumble... he hopes that he'll have a dragon bond before that time, just in case...
Dragons? He knows that as the children of riders, he and his sisters will be good candidates somewhere, now... where? He knows that his dad and auntie snuck their way into a hatching at Ryslen, but he isn't sure that would work in this day and age
Skill used frequently: civil engineering design, while he's not an artist or engineer particularly, he is quite good with arranging settings and how people move through them, posing suggestions when people are moving furnishings around and painting interiors
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): he's found a book (well, he's found a data pad and got it working thanks to some of the techies) about ancient cultures and enjoys referencing it to compare and contrast with his current world

** Story will be shared with Baata and Aji **

“You think this is what the Protectorate looked like back when...” Jet Dalpeli started to ask only to have one of his sister’s elbow him into silence. He pouted but she simply pointed to where a hatchling had started toward them. At least, the three hoped it was coming to them. Jet let out a small gasp when a mind touched his, gently at first before the gray-colored dragon seemed to latch on with a definitive push. 

“Ow! Nathroth! That hurt!” Jet winced, closing his eyes and holding up a hand to his head. 

Sorry... the multi-shaded gray said as he bounded the rest of the way to Jet. I was just so happy to find you and you're just...

Jet knelt, rubbing the hatchling’s chin. “Naw...all good. It has already stopped hurting. Probably just startled me more than anything.” Nathronth grinned at this, accepting all forms of apology and acceptance his rider would give.

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Adolescent

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Adult