Name: Beamal (B'mal)
Gender: Male
Hair Colour: Dark blonde
Eye Colour: Deep blue
Personality: B'mal is small of stature and makes up for it with an attitude twice as big. His height is a sore spot with him, which means he is constantly proving to himself that he is as tough as any man. He fights with tenacity, drinks hard and wenches harder. Being a dragonrider will only somewhat curb his appetite for mayhem.

Doll divine

A ridiculously bright dragon made his way down the line, making one candidate cringe away from his multicoloured wings. He paused and looked at the candidate. What's the matter, Beamal ?

"Rough night." The man answered.

The dragon smirked, Yeah. Right. Let's get you somewhere out of the light.

B'mal as he would come to be known staggered toward the rainbow-hued creature, not sure whether it was the light, his hangover, or just what.

When he had fed the hungry hatchling, when he'd brought the overstuffed dragon to the weyrling barracks and set him down to rest beside his cot... He was still all those colors. How could one dragon be all those colors?

And how would he possibly explain this to the Weyrleader?

Eh, screw it. Why bother? All he had to do was show up and fight Thread, right?

That was what his dragon thought, groggily in the back of his mind. So B'mal celebrated with everyone and drank too much, nearly punched out a senior rider, and wound up having to be dropped into his cot by two fellow riders.

It would be a good life, being a dragon rider.