Character Number: 2nd

Name Pronunciation: [Vah-brent]

Honorific: V'rent

Rank: Candidate

Dragon/Wher:

Pets: Copper Firelizard "Ember"

Wing:

Season of Birth: Early Autumn

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Appearance: A rather baby faced young man, Vabrent barely passes for his age of eighteen years old. In truth, he looks more to be about sixteen turns old and his height, or rather lack there of, doesn't help in that regard either. Vabrent stands 5'7 and that is as tall as he is ever going to get. He has an average body for his height, leaning towards slender. He is a rather cute lad but his beauty tends to give him a more feminine look that he would like. As he grows he will take on a more masculine look but for now he is definitely a "pretty boy". His hair is thick, dark brown color and is cut rather short. His complexion is a fair cream color, making his dark brown eyes stand out under his thick, near black eyebrows. His lips are rather thin but they are a healthy pink. The one thing that separates Vabrent from his feminine qualities are his hands. Large, rough, and calloused from turns of hard work. They are anything but feminine and he knows that. It is something he takes pride in. Vabrent also has his fair number of scars across his body. The rough and tumble rewards of a boy at play; two large ones run down the length of his right leg and another one down his back.

When it comes to his clothing, Vabrent usually is keeps a clean outfit. Usually, unless there are messy chores to be done and then he usually looks a fright by the time he is done. He wears a small beaded bracelet around his left wrist; a present given to him from his mother before she died. The beads are black, brown and green. Vabrent also has a small knife he keeps in his pocket. Not a weapon so such as something to carve soap with.

Personality:

"Sometimes...you must become what you hate most to destroy it from the inside out."

Vabrent was haunted my his mother's last words, whispered into his ear as she lay dying from Threadscore. They shaped his attitude from the day she uttered them to him. Vabrent is an amazing actor. Detail oriented and manipulative, Vabrent has become a creature of a thousand masks. Warm acting, loyal traditionalist on the outside, cold and calculating radical on the inside. His dedication to his mother's cause is his strongest motivation. However, this is alot to take on as a young man. It eats at him more than a little bit and because of that, Vabrent suffers from a little bit of depression. It is a major fault in his facade, at least in his opinion. It comes down to the fact that he feels like he cannot trust many. So for all Vabrent's pandering and friendly attitude, he is an extremely isolated and lonely young man on the inside.

When it comes to his sexuality, Vabrent is likes to keep his bisexuality secret. No traditionalist male candidate would admit to liking boys and thus Vabrent only gives his attention to girls. He is mildly flirtatious; again he doesn't really get close to people because of his facade.


Faults:

Untrusting- Vabrent has a very difficult time really letting people in.

Angry- Under his fascade is a shimmering pool of anger. He is very close to hating traditional riders, especially bronze riders.

Discriminatory- Though it was a bronze rider who had a hand in his mother's death, Vabrent discriminates against all cannon color riders. He believes they are all under the same banner and believes non-standard colors should rise up and replace the old ones.

Strengths:

Acting- He puts on a very good, very convincing show. It is nearly impossible to catch Vabrent in a lie.

Dedication: He will not abandon his cause, for to do so would be to spit in the face of his dead mother. He will see his tasks to completion or die trying.

History:

Vabrent was a flight baby of Fort Weyr and as a result he never really knew his father as anything other than a name and rank. His mother had to reluctantly foster him; she rode a white dragon. However, Vabala would not allow her son to be turned into a traditionalist and fostered her son to a women who served a different cause. Vabala had spent her entire like masquerading as a loyal servant to a traditional leader and dangerous radical with a terrifying mission. A mission she achieved when Vabrent was eleven turns old. During Threadfall, Sabala broke formation and veered her dragon to close to her Wingsecond. Kismareth tried to turn aside but it was too late. Her flaming breath washed over the Wingsecond and his brown dragon. Of course, the maneuver left Vabala opened to Thread and a massive clump hit her in the back and head. She was barely alive when they brought her into the Infirmary and she died of shock later. The woman who had chosen to foster Vabrent was in the Infirmary that day; she was a drudge setting out fresh numb weed. Vabrent happened to be tagging along that day when he heard the tortured screams. He walked into the area were Vabala was waiting and she uttered her final words into her son's ear...

"Sometimes...you must become what you hate most to destroy it from the inside out."

Before Vabrent could say anything, he heard footsteps coming. He hit Eleven turn old Vabrent didn't understand what she had meant at the time but as he grew up he listened to the lessons his foster mother gave under his mother's cot, hoping not to be found.

"Is it done?" came a voice, hard and unforgiving.

"Yes, Wingleader. She is gone and her white Between." came the choked voice of the Healer.

"Good, this will be the end of her 'revolution'" the bronzerider spat and left.

Disbelief and anger forged into cold, pin pointed hatred. He knew what he had to do. So when it came time to enter the candidate program, Vabrent began to act the part of a loyal, friendly traditional lad. Turns went by and he didn't Impress but he stayed in the Candidate barracks. If he Impressed, he could continue on the path to helping those of like mind bring down the traditional riders of Pern. His foster mother, afraid of the plague that rose up to devour the lives of the Weyr, took Vabrent to Solace Weyr in the hopes that neither she or he would get sick. Neither did and Vabrent entered into the Candidate Program of Solace Weyr.

Loves:

His mother, non standard colors, plans coming together, herd beast steaks- medium rare.

Hates:

traditional riders, cannon colored riders.

Anything Else?:

He is terrified of Impressing a cannon color, mostly because he is afraid it will comprise his misson. After all, every rider loves their dragon. The fact that a infant beast could have such an impact on his mind frightens him, but not enough to make him abandon the Candidate Program all together.

Song:

"Going Down" by Sick Puppies






Name Pronunciation: [Em-ber]

Color/Species: Copper/Firelizard

Season of Birth: Mid Spring

Age: Hatchling

Appearance: As bright and shiny as a new Earth penny, Ember glows like the bit of burning coal he is named for. He shines when he moves, glittering brightly. A gold would be jealous of how bright and radiant Ember is. He is very handsome, his color pure throughout his hide.

Ember is small know but he will grow into a large example of a copper firelizard. He will actually be the largest copper firelizard at Solace for a long while. How knows, maybe the largest until he sires a copper hatchling of his own.

Personality: Ember is a creature with little patience and
seems to always be in a hurry. He has alot of energy but he isn't a neurotic firelizard. He knows were he is going, he just can't wait to get there. If forced to wait, he is a trouble maker with a habit of getting into stuff and knocking things over. He is a very independent firelizard and after he matures he will be off about the Weyr alot. Vabrent can usually 'call' for him and he will return, but Ember is a bold male witha a sense of adventure. He loves to explore and go looking for new, exciting things.

When he finally notices females, which will be a long while because he is usually off exploring, he will favor crimsons and golds with the exception of the off Obsidian female. He will chase greens but it often seems like he is much more interested in out flying them then catching them. He will be a very attentive father if he ever sires a clutch, bringing the clutch mother treats of fish and other goodies.

History:
The hatching was rolling along splendidly now, eggs hatching one after another. There were only four eggs left, now, and it seemed they were all competing for attention, with the intensity of their rocking. Inside one of the bigger ones left, a flitter scrabbled at its prison frantically.It would get out of here, and it would not be last, and it would find its owner and get food to fill the void in its stomach! It wanted to do it all, but this sharding shell wasn't moving!

Growling frustratedly, the firelizard whacked its tail against the unrelenting shell, which was actually far from unrelenting. Rents in the shell clearly marked the places where it had scratched, but it was too hurried to notice that. It wasn't done if it wasn't broken. Its tail hit the place where the most cracks had occurred, and there was a loud crack as it gave way, the egg splitting nearly in half. In its haste to get out, the hatchling tripped and fell into one of the halves, and whuffled in irritation.

It forced itself to go slowly, and stood up, stepping carefully out of the shell. During this time, the rest could see him clearly: the newest hatching was a light, bright copper. The last copper hatched at Solace, the one now watching the firelizard interestedly, was an oddly-colored one, marked much more darkly than usual. In contrast, Solace's newest resident was the prime example of coppers: bright and shining. Feeling eyes on him, he ducked his head self-consciously.

The food he smelled immediately, and he didn't waste any time getting to it. The flitter shot towards the nearest untaken food there was, which happened to be in the hands of a brown-haired boy. The copper tripped in his haste to get there, rolled back up again, and only then thought of using his wings. In the air, he dived towards Vabrent and overshot a bit, not landing in his hands but instead knocking right towards his chest. The copper let out a whuffle that might have been an apology before leaning down to attack the fish bits.


Owner: Vabrent

Song: "Bouncing off the Walls Again" by Sugarcult