Description
Shaggy dark hair often obscures hazel eyes in this young man's pleasant face. Currently still rounded with a little bit of youthful chub when he smiles, D'son boasts a dimple in each cheek. Standing at about average height for his age, with a medium build, he has a bad habit of slouching which makes him look shorter than he is. Currently, his clothes are a little ill-fitting as he struggles through another growth-spurt which also has the unfortunate side-effect of speckling the swarthy skin beneath his bangs with blemishes. His hands are work-scarred and callused even at such a youthful age, he's no stranger to hard work and dresses the part in clothes that have seen some wear and tear but are neatly mended and patched.
History
Born and raised at Ista Weyr amongst all the other weyrkids, Delson is the happy byproduct of a flight, mother a bluerider, father a greenrider. Prior to Impression both of his parents were Crafters, mother a Smith, father a Dolphineer and he has family in both Crafts.
Relatively uneventful, his early childhood unfolded in a fairly typical manner: close to his mother until six months, gradually weaning away into the full-time care of foster-mother Badri, though his parents remained closely involved with his rearing. Ten turns passed without mishap, Delson displaying the usual mix of boyish mischief, getting into trouble sometimes, but nothing serious. Around this age he started making noises about maybe following in his mother's footsteps and after consultation between parents and caregivers he was fostered to his grandparents at the Smithcraft for a trial period to let him get his feet wet with the atmosphere and the work. Though Delson showed an aptitude for the necessary skills, things started to get a little rough for the boy right around the time he would've apprenticed around age thirteen. Where he'd been an energetic but biddable child before, as a young teen, he started loafing about, hanging out with some of the rougher Apprentices and generally making a nuisance of himself. Ultimately this led to a fight with his grandfather that led to him being grounded. In a fit of sulky rage, Delson trashed an experiment his Journeyman grandparent was working on in retaliation and though there was no yelling, his grandparents quietly informed him that he was being sent home to the Weyr. Down at heels and remorseful about his actions, Delson could have easily fixed things with a simple apology but teenaged stubbornness left him a sulky, glowery fellow for some months.
Two turns later, he still hasn't apologized and though he still dreams privately of being a Smith and tinkers around with things in his spare time, he's simply settled into a life of helping out around the Weyr while his parents worriedly try to prod him into doing something more /useful/ with himself.
Delson is the usual flip-flopping package of hormones and moods that is a teenaged boy with a certain measure of pride. He's smart and very capable with his hands and could be a really good Smith or Woodcrafter for instance. Any Craft that involves handiwork, though obviously with the family connection, Smith appealed first. Right now, he's just kind of stuck stewing, feeling guilty and angry at himself for being stupid and letting the influence of older boys get to him. He just can't quite seem to back down either, though he'd like to. He's written a couple of drafts of a letter to his grandfather but never sent them. Instead he puts his abilities with tools to work around the Weyr as a bit of a handyperson and has renewed old friendships amongst the lower caverns staff, especially with the other children who were fostered with his foster-mother. Dels has two half-siblings, Selbadrin, seven turns older, his father's son by Delson's own foster-mother and Desri, five turns younger, his mother's daughter from another flight. He is not close to either of his half-siblings though he is aware of them.
Recently, Delson became D'son after Impressing bronze Inimeth out of Umniyath and Kinseth's clutch. Already Impression has had a noticeable impact on the young man. It started with meeting a girl who liked him in Candidacy, but melding minds with Inimeth has helped to wipe away a lot of the surliness, leaving the way open for Dels' sunnier side to shine forth. He's not completely over the sulks of course, but it's safe to say that Dels will be a bit less grumpy from here on out with Inimeth around to help balance his crankiness.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| S'don (Seladon) | Father | Ista Weyr | Greenrider |
| Dessana | Mother | Ista Weyr | Bluerider |
| Badri | Foster Mother | Ista Weyr | Fosterer/Nanny |
| Desri | Half Sister | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
| Selbadrin | Half Brother | Ista Weyr | Resort Worker |
| Deveron | Maternal Grandfather | SmithcraftHall | Journeyman |
| Sialina | Maternal Grandmother | SmithcraftHall | Journeywoman |
| Levend | Paternal Grandfather | Dolphincraft | Journeyman |
| Avara | Paternal Grandmother | Dolphincraft | Resident |
| Veldon | Maternal Uncle | Keroon Area | Journeyman Smith |
| Verris | Maternal Cousin | SmithcraftHall | Apprentice |
Firelizards
Dragon
Precession of the Equinox Bronze Inimeth
Polished bronze, burning with the clarity of a newly forged monument, swirls over the rounded head and slightly pointed headknobs of this leggy bronze before pooling in a patch of darkness at the base of his neck. This purity of colour seeps down over his slim body — muscle, sinew, and flesh melding together into an almost perfect sculpture, though overlong limbs dominate his form. His haunches shade towards brass and his long legs are stained with the taint of verdigris at his feet, a flaw echoed at the very tip of his smouldering copper tail. His wingspars rise like a solar flare, bright against his body, and flecks of fire sparkle across the sails like a meteor shower in a bronzen sky.
