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Name: L'rel
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: None.
Physical Description: L'rel's looks are the type that would make him blend in with a crowd and are perfectly forgettable. His hair is shaggy light brown and falls down just past his shoulders. He usually lets it hang loose because he only has to tip his head forward for the strands to hide his face, and only has it up during any time he will be flying, AKA during drills. His features themselves are average, neither stunningly handsome or particularly ugly. His face is rounded in shape with slightly chubby cheeks that hold a spattering of freckles.
And his nose has a odd crick in it where it looks like it might have been broken, although that's just how he was born. But it's a shame the fall of hair hides his most remarkable feature. A rarity on pern he has light blue eyes. In fact they are so pale some people mistake them for grey in the right light. His eyes are undoubtedly his best feature and a privet point of vanity.

Body wise again he is surprisingly average. Tall with no obvious muscle definition and a bit of a belly which is hidden under loose fitting clothes. Somehow he's even managed to get his hands on a uniform which is a a size to big for him. His skin like most pern natives holds a natural tan.

Personality: Quite and plain, L'rel had problems connecting with people from a very young age. It didn't help that he completely lacked any form of real confidence or social graces. And any time he tried to speak it come out in a stutter. As he got older and his stutter faded (although it still sometimes rears its head at the worst possible times.) He stopped seeking attention and grew indifferent, to others options of him. To the point he now find it hard to motivate himself enough to form any solid attachments to people of the weyr and there are only a few special people such as Tasha he becomes friends with.

What made it worse for him is a near photographic memory, he remembers every sneer and every harsh word directed his way, even every look of pity. The pity he hated almost as much as the rest. When he started distancing himself from people the looks didn't sting so much.
However in his quest to avoid direct conflict he has never spoken a unkind word on anyone. But he has really forgotten how to do small talk and things can get weird.
When he is forced into social situations or becomes nervous his stutter returns or he starts throwing out random and totally irrelevant facts like small bombs of social awkwardness and conversation killer.
Rider: Oh the weather is nice today don't you think?
L'rel: ah, yea but did you know a dragon's heart only beats at half the rate of a persons? So althrough a rider says their heart beats with their dragon that can never be t.tr..true. Not many people know that.

The other rider will then back away slowly. And no one can blame them.

In a crowded room he would prefer to sit quietly with a cup of Klah than interact socially with other riders. And he has become master at vanishing into some unseen corner for the duration of any gathering. And if he must sit amongst a crowd he will take a seat at the back or in the most packed part where he can blend in. But he will always be listening just in case someone should give away some information he counts as useful.

What he lacks in social niceties he makes up for with other talents. His near perfect memory and sponge like ability to learn new things. He knows the theory for a wide range of skills from playing the drums to building a house. If he choose to be a healer he could already name the most common medical herbs and even some of the more obscure ones. If he wanted to be a drummer he knows a wide range of the patterns, and if he wanted to be a harper he could retell a hundred stories word for word.

Whenever he has a free day and is granted access to go beyond the weyr, he'll often go to deserted beaches or small stretches wilderness to document things from strange plants to the flight pattern of wild flitts, on hides and scrolls which is the only thing he really spend his marks on.

If you want to know anything obscure then L'rel is usually the one to ask, and thanks to his dragon that includes information about the people of the Weyr. And although he rarely seeks active conversation he will never hold things back. And if someone asks him nicely he will always give answers if he can because everyone deserves to have knowledge if they want it. It is one of the first lessons Tasha taught him and one of the ones he holds closest because he feels that all the facts and skills and stories written in the records saved him from becoming a drudge like his mother.

Unsurprisingly L'rel is a very independent man he rarely he asks for help and he never complains, if he wants something done he'll aim to get it done himself and if it something important to him he will become incredibility determined and stubborn until he has the completed the task. At the end, weather he has succeeded or failed he feels little in the way of accomplishment or depression. He just shrugs and moves on. Taking everything as it comes. He enjoys the process of things much more than the result. Even his scrolls and papers are full of hundreds of observations but few conclusions.

When it comes to Devith he is forever tolerant and unendingly indulgent of both her mothering over him and her need to gossip and pick up every inch of information floating around the weyr and tell him right then and there. Also he has gotten used to her regular flights and managed to tone down his embarrassment at her flirty nature. His unwillingness to attach himself to anyone means he will never pressure her into choosing one male over the others.




Positive Trait List
+Photographic memory
+Intelligent
+Kind
+Independent

Negative Trait List
-Anti social
-Detached
-Shy
-Lacking in self confidence

History: Lanrel never really had much of a chance to impress the people in his life. He was the child of a drudge mother and a lower cavern worker father at the weyr, who had no real inclination to raise the boy and handed him off to the first foster mother they could. His birth mother had no attachment to him and his birth father claimed the boy wasn't even his. So Lanrel was looked at through the distorted lens of pity from the get go. He was over coddled and protected by his foster mother who never got the return of affection she was looking for from the independent child.

When he was old enough she reluctantly passed him off into the creche where he made his first attempts at gaining friends, but still ended up the boy sitting in the corner and playing on his own. His life looked to be a very lonely and depressing one until on one of his first errands as a young child he came across the records room.

The room that held nearly all the weyrs scrolls on every subject. Alot contained the old stories that had been passed down through the generations. Many more contained notes on various crafts and skill sets. Songs and drums patterns were also recorded and all were covered with a thin layer of dust. The keeper of the scrolls and vast wealth of knowledge was an old women named Tasha who had once been a dragon rider but lost her Melth at a young age during a training accident.
She was reported to be senile and possibly crazy because she wouldn't stand for anyone trying to take charge of her life or help her with daily tasks. She just wanted to be independent as long as she could, and under the layer of stubborn gruffness was a kind soul. She was also one of the first people not to look at Lanrel as a charity case or someone to be taken advantage of.

She taught him to read and told him a great deal of old stories. Some from personal experience, some from the scrolls and others that were completely fabricated. Lanrel memorised all of them. Tasha became the family he had missed all his life and he came to love her dearly.She also Instilled in him a thirst to find more hidden knowledge. So on the few occasions he travelled to the hold he would always try and pick up something new. Always looking forward to the point where he could recite the new hide by heart and hear Tasha praise his cleverness.
When Lanrel hit 14 Tasha was the one that convinced him to stand for impression. She told him it was the best thing she had ever done. Even when the pain from the loss was almost unbearable she didn't regret it.

When he didn't impress a part of him took a sigh of relief and he went back to Tasha and the scrolls.
After all Tasha was getting older, less able to manage. And since Lanrel was the only one she would let care for her, he was able to dedicate much of his chore time to her welfare. When the next clutch suddenly came on the sands it was a mild shock for Lanrel, but he was still down as a candidate so stepped onto the sands for the second time in his life. And that's when he met green Devith and his life changed.

His mentor Tasha passed a year after he impressed and he has had no close friends since

Other: Anything else you want to add?

Impression

Friends Really L'rel just needs friends he's such a shy and lonely spud I'd love him to have people meet him and bring him out of his shell. This could be achieved by offering him some scrolls for his collection or seeking him out to help obtain some scroll or obscure knowledge.

Boyfriend L'rel is shy but if he got attached to someone he would be a sweet and loyal sugar bun. And he deserves some love.

Awkward post flight encounters. Because this would super uncomfortable and even more awk. Even though it happens a lot with Devith's high flight lust. An I'm an awful person.