Owner: Teralana

Name: V’kol

Gender: M

Rank: Bronze rider

Age: 31

Relations: all deceased.

Eyes: Slanted and as black as the moonless sky and absorbs light rather than reflects it, and are always cool and remote, and placed in a high cheek-boned face over which bronzed skin is tightly stretched.

Hair: White-blond, braided in a tail that reaches down to the middle of his back.

Build: Muscular yet slender.

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 299lbs

Identifying Marks: Scarring from thread on his left arm and leg.

Jewelry: silver chain belt that keeps his pants from falling down.

Clothing: Black, in loosely woven materials, and never changes it, no matter what the occasion is, and wears black boots, black sandals, or goes barefoot.

Background/History: V’kol was a part of a large prosperous family, most of whom were sr. journeymen, women, or apprentices. If they weren’t involved with crafts, they were dragonriders. They all grew up happy and teasing, V’kol being the most active and getting into the most trouble. He became an apprentice smith at the early age of 10 and worked hard in his chosen craft never thinking that he would become a dragonrider, much less a bronze dragonrider. But he did and had been searched when he was 20 turns old and impressed Palkenth, when he was 22 turns old. Unfortunately, all of his siblings and his parent had been in an isolated part of Pern and were all killed by the Thread. He had been fighting it with Palkenth when he heard the news and had been distracted for a brief almost fatal second, and they had gotten seriously threaded. Now they were at Ginealar Weyr trying to begin a new life.

Personality: V’kol has become a stranger even to himself. He doesn’t know what he believes in anymore except that he is a dragonrider and has a duty to Pern that he will carry out to the fullest. He is quiet solitary and somber, but can smile and laugh sometimes without feeling pain or regret. Other times he will just not talk at all and disappear into the shadows of the Weyr or go out for a while. He doesn’t like Gathers, but will go to them only because he has to. He will play a metal instrument that he had crafted one day out of boredom and mischief and plays it quite well despite never having had any formal training. One day he hopes to begin a new family, but now is his time of grieving and mourning for those whom he lost, and that included one unborn child of his.

Dragon name: Palkenth

Color: Bronze

Age: 9

Appearance: Dark, dark bronze shade and completely the same all over. Palkenth is large and has lots of muscle and bone to accompany his enormous size. He is a strong flyer, but likes to talk more than fly and as a result he rarely catches any golds or greens. Despite that, Palkenth is a strong steady dependable fellow and does all of his assignments with his rider on time. He likes to hunt his own meals from the wild herds rather than the Weyr herds or he will dive and catch enormous amounts of fish and eat them whole. He’s done the same with a couple of watersnakes that were dumb enough to try and attack him, luckily they weren’t the poisonous type.

Personality: Palkenth is a talker and loves to use words even if he doesn’t understand them half the time but uses them anyway. He likes to show off for the ladies and is a windbag and knows it. Palkenth is dependable though and can get all of his assignments done and in good time. He likes to eat fish and get the slippery delicacy himself, and happens to be less than interested in the fact that he is strange in preferring fish to meat, but who knows what governs a dragon’s mind! If he does eat meat, Palkenth prefers to hunt the wild variety and can catch and eat up to as many as 5 beasts before he is finally sated.