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Date Posted: 19:58:20 11/09/03 Sun
Author: Tsuga
Subject: Oh how I love to drive my characters nuts!

Age: 9

Name: Trag

Gender: M

Appearance: Trag looks much like his mother. He is only nine, but already he is pushing almost six feet tall. He, too, is all jutting angles and skin and bones covered in wiry muscle. His hair is the same muddy-dirt-brown color as hers, and he wears it short. His eyes, too, are just like hers, as is his nose and the shape of his face.

Personality: Yes, Trag looks like a younger, male version of his mother with no sword or knife. However, here the similarities end, save for the stubbornness of both. Unlike Tsuga, Trag loves all living creatures, including dragons, fire lizards, watchweyrs, and people. Everything, that is, except runnerbeasts. He has an absolute phobia of the things, though no one knows why. He�s very cheerful and outgoing, and speaks to anyone. He�d never hurt a fly, as it�s an animal, and he�s neither submissive nor a troublemaker. He�s scrappy, though; anyone that talks bad about him or his hold, or anything else he cares about gets into a fistfight with him, most usually. Though that doesn�t happen often, and HE never starts the fights, though he almost always finishes them. He was abandoned at birth, left at a Hold, and he grew up on his own, though all of the hold women considered him a son, and cared for him. He loved the hold, but he�s always, always dreamed of being a Dragonrider. So, was it any surprise that the very first year he was of age to possibly Impress, he had come running to the Sands, Searched or not?

History:(just for the hey of it) As I�ve said, he�s the 9-turn-old son of Tsuga. She was 16 when she had him, and abandoned him at birth; an unwanted bastard-child. He never knew his real mother. The people she left him with, though, were very kind and brought him up right, though he�s always held a grudge against his parents for abandoning him. Other than that, though, he�s had a pretty normal childhood, and has his �fathers� and �mothers� blessings to come to attempt to Impress when he is old enough, to bring honor to his family, whether he�s truly of their blood or not. Basically, he�s fostered at the Weyr.

Skills: Well, umm�Fistfights, animal care, and just about anything that�s ever been helpful to anyone. His many �mothers� taught him to sew, mend, tend the food and the gutting of fish and the glows, his �fathers� taught him to mend nets, catch fish, and sail. His �brothers� taught him how to stick up for himself, and his �sisters� taught him how to dance. Everyone taught him to be himself. So�yeah. But he�s never held a knife or a sword in his life. Not in self-defense, that is. Or for any other reason save to look at it, or for slicing food.

Other: He is Tsuga�s �bastard-son�. She had him at 16, and abandoned him because he was what he was. And this IS Tsuga, so I know it�s ok w/ me that I join a relative of m� charry. k? k.

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GAH! I FORGOT 2 CHANGE HIS HEIGHT! -- Tsuga, 20:09:48 11/09/03 Sun