Doll by Dolldivine/Azalea
Name: Feblin (F'lin)
Gender: Male
Age: 15 at search, 17 now
Origin: Craft born (farmcraft/engineering); though he was born on a farm, Feblin, like his two brothers and one sister, was born into the farmcraft rather than merely as a hand or yet another son to a family of farmers. His father Finn was a well known agriculture specialist, and his mother Beala a journeyman beastcrafter. His whole family was more suited to the theory and education, obvservation and tracking of farmsteads, than the actual hands-on work involved.
Height: 5'9
Build: slender, impish
Skin: tanned with lots of freckles
Hair: russet, darker on the tips and slightly wavy, if allowed to grow it becomes unmanageable and frizzy
Eyes: brown
Personality: helpful and likeable, persistent, and generally a good guy.
History: Just because his family was more about observing, Feblin always loved that hands-on training. From an early age, he enjoyed walking the fields and checking on harvests, as well as milking cows and goats. He is the second eldest, and oldest son, of the family, but he was Searched which put an end to any hint that he'd be inheriting a section of their family land... or bothering to walk the tables for the craft.
Standing: Sedona Weyr
Feblin could be summed up in a few words: nice, kind, friendly, supportive. But he was so much more than that, really. His older sister and he got along very well, though he was more apt to head out to the fields when caring for their younger siblings was involved. Not that he doesn't like children, but he felt that they were best cared for by a girl. As he grew older it became clear that he was willing and able to catch the eye of almost any young girl, but also a good number of the boys - something he was told not to make a habit of doing when there were higher ranked Lords or visitors from the craft Halls around. He wasn't sure why until later, of course, but by that time, he had been Searched.
Searched, and placed in with the shyest, sturdiest young man ever. Now, fairly, Feblin knew that Ysantoc was not interested in guys. So he tried very hard to either pick up the pieces (those girls he left behind in frustration? Oh they were pretty quick to realize that Feblin was going to pay attention to them where Ysantoc wasn't!) or console his friend about it.
Feblin was never one to lay blame: though he could see Ysantoc was pressured and the girls were waiting for the right responses, he knew better than to side with anyone. Why make it harder for anyone to live with the results of a failed flirtation? Or a failed fight - only once had Feblin started a fight, Ysantoc had to finish it for him. There were only so many hints and veiled insults that a boy could take, after all.
Then came that one particular early morning wakeup call. As always, Ysantoc's flitters were chirping away, they started making the most annoying sound. When the farm boy shook him awake it was with a huge smile on his handsome face. The hatching! It was now!
Feblin didn't want to grumble about the early pre-dawn hour, because... well, it was the hatching! As that hatching went on, however, it became clear that he wasn't going to be finding a dragon. Brown and bronze, blue after green... But none of them for him. Ysantoc - Y'san now - had impressed a bronze, and that was absolutely perfect for him! Feblin felt elated for his friend... And then realized that like a handful of others still standing in their white robes on the uncomfortably hot sands that dawn... There were no more eggs to hatch. There was no dragon for him.
Not that day. But perhaps, as Y'san learned the tricks of their trade and occasionally sought him out to take him flying or just catch up, there would be others. After all, he was Searched and he was living in Sedona Weyr - there would be other clutches! He had to look on the bright side. Now that he'd had the chance to experience it for himself, and he already had the candidacy classes under his belt, he had a bit more time to himself, to study, brush up on his older craft. Some time soon, though, there would be more eggs. He'd stand again, and again if he had to - but he was determined. There would be a dragon for him!
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Green Ikrapeth
That left just two eggs on the sands, and Noa was once again afraid they might not hatch. But, hatch they did, and soon a pair of greens were sitting on the sands. The larger of the two was also the first to hatch, and she hissed aggressively at her sister and at the candidates. Her intimidating behavior only stopped when she came to Feblin ; she stopped hissing all at once and practically preened. Oh, F'lin, my rider. Get your Ikrapeth some food, please!
(larger of the two)
Name: Ikrapeth (Shard)
Species: Pernese Dragon
Gender: Female
Color: Green
Size: 24' long
Parents: Gold Hesperonth x Brown Adasauth
Abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, Assisted Firebreath
Personality: Aggressive
Sociability: Introvertive
Intelligence: Smart
Mating: Flirtacious
Threadfighting: Sloppy accuracy
Other: N/A
Bond: F'lin