Status: Commoner, House Born child
Age: 17
Gender: male
Siblings: 4
Born: next to last
Legitimacy: born in a single-parent home
Childhood Health: perfectly healthy
Adult Height: quite tall, unusually so
Adult Build: thin as a twig
Skin Tone: well tanned
Hair Color: salt and pepper
Hair Style: fluffy
Hair Length: shoulder length
Eye Color: hazel gold
Literacy Level: can read proficiently well
Politeness Level: their politeness extends to everyone around them
Focus: their attention might slip a bit but they are usually focused on their work
While their striking looks make some jealous, most are just attracted to them
Given a gift, they will show but not share

Values and Goals
Is very happy with: the unusual trait that they must consume lots of water all the time
Dislikes: being far from home
Extremely strong goal: build or create
Extremely strong fear: a rival in love
Values: a Dragonry or Hatchery
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): toy making

Originally From: high desert community
Location size: average sized
Location climate: seasonal
Searched: as an infant

Ganton lived his life comfortably, in the oasis cothold where he was born. He quickly grew tall and lean, darkly tanned under the baking sun. Rumors always floated around in the warm air whenever a dragon was spotted: he'd been Searched long ago, practically from birth, but no rider ever came to collect him.

When one finally did, it was just in the nick of time. For Ganton was about to be speared by a rival teen, over the affection of a certain young girl in the hold. And even though the rider assured him that the other boy would most surely not be Searched and would hardly be able to find him later in life, Ganton still harbors a fear of being discovered by him. Perhaps he and the girl had a good life without him.

But he didn't really care after that - for when he was brought to Blue Mountain Aurie, everything changed. Gold Samth had laid so many eggs it was hard to even imagine counting them all. Her mate was nowhere to be found, but one had to assume that with this many eggs on the sands, it must be a great bronze indeed.

Though Ganton hardly imagined what life might be like with a dragon bond, he quickly found out. The little hatchling crawled out from under a pile of his siblings, and was as white as the dazzling marble walls of the Hold he grew up in. Ganton became G'ton when the little white proclaimed, we are one, I am Fath.

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A lot of riders were on the move, when Blue Mountain's needs slowed. He was among the group who decided to head to Dragonhope, though when they all arrived he wondered if it might have been a terrible mistake... It was so cold here! So much different from his beautiful desert home, and even from Blue Mountain! But he'd get used to it, and particularly... there were plenty of lovely ladies who enjoyed looking after the little white Fath with him. The weyrleaders encouraged him to pursue whatever course he liked - their ranks were strong, and he could afford to learn another trade. He had always been good with his hands, fixing things and making small toys for the local kids. So he chose to habit the craft halls in the Weyr, learning more about wood carving, carpentry and masonry than he ever had, and being of use among the riders in the Benteng Udara, the Flying Fortress wing.

Fath, White Male

honest, sincere, has integrity, uninhibited, unworried
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