Yiorn

Blue Eshubiath

He was the color of sky and clouds together, and Yiorn was ecstatic. "Look at him! Oh he's beautiful, I could write poetry about him!"

I wish you would, bespoke that very dragon. He approached, pulling his feet high over the shells and muck and one other dragon's tail, as he made his way through the madness on the sands toward the group of candidates.

"I.... I ... heard him! He spoke to me!" Yiorn laughed, "he spoke to me! His name is Eshubiath, oh what a lovely name!"

He would never be very large, but he was a perfectly formed blue, belly a pale white almost porcelain, and back the color of the open sky. The harper clapped her hands, "I shall write so many things about you, my love!"

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Status: Guild Born
Age: 19
Gender: female
Siblings: two out of wedlock siblings on their father's side
Born: in the middle
Legitimacy: born in a single-parent home
Childhood Health: average for a youngster
Adult Height: just normal for their age in height
Adult Build: pudgy
Skin Tone: lightly tanned
Hair Color: salt and pepper
Hair Style: afro-curled
Hair Length: cut to the neck
Eye Color: dark blue
Literacy Level: enjoy reading and playing with scribners tools
Politeness Level: they're occasionally polite, but often slip up
Focus: they carefully attend to details
While their striking looks make some jealous, most are just attracted to them
They are neither truly giving or selfish

Values and Goals
Hates: their ornate tapestry
Likes: the Open Sea
Extremely strong goal: 'get away from it all'
Strong fear: heights
A collection of pretty stones is in their posession
Crafting Guild: Harper - balladeer, Status: master (at their age?!)
Other Skill picked up around Guild folk: seamanship
Odd Skill (learned outside of craft if any): horse riding