Description
Standing 6'3" tall with blond hair and green eyes Kershaw doesn't stand out in a crowd though he does have little problem seeing over the crowd. His hair is tied into a runner tail so as to keep it out of the way when he's working. One would never suspect his strength by just looking at him for he appears to be of a slender build and someone whom a strong breeze would blow away without much effort. But when he takes your hand in his you can feel the strength and power in his grasp.
There is a stark white scar that runs from the tip of his right ear to the tip of his chin, the result of some incident that occurred in his childhood. One he seldom talks about.
Kershaw is wearing a plain white sisal shirt which is tucked into a pair of worn pants; his boots are well worn but look to have a few more good turns left in them. His belt has firelizards engraved on it and the buckle has scenes of a hatching, a dagger is fastened to the belt along with several pouches which he uses to carry various things.
Kershaw appears to be 19 Turns, 1 month, and 8 days old.
Kershaw wears a knot threaded orange and black, to signify Ista Weyr, on a cord of white, to signify the rank of candidate. It's one loop goes under his arm.
History
Kershaw was born on Ista Island the son of a beastcrafter at Ista Hold. His mother Ibiralin was a gentle soul and the most important person in his life. Two older sisters and one brother filled out the rest of his family, Diev(younger brother 12 T), Nydores(Older Sister 23T),Asteras(Older Sister 32T). From an early age Kershaw learned the handling of various beasts and of all that was required for their care but he found that he was restless and had little interest in his father's craft. When of an age he talked to his parents and informed them that he was leaving to find his own way in the world. His mother tried to dissuade him but his mind was made up.
Soon after he started his wanderings, working on various farms, cotholds and even holds…but still he could find nothing that gave him a feeling of accomplishment or belonging. So he kept traveling. He found passage on a ship(The Leaping Packtail) headed for Southern and worked his way down the coast to the southern continent learning the ship craft. Not one to stand still for long he wandered here and there on Southern and spent some time working on a fishing boat learning the fisher's trade. Such hard work he'd not come across in his short time on Pern and it left its mark on him.
After his travels Kershaw found himself at Ista Weyr where he started working in the stables taking care of the stalls and feed for the runners kept there. A several months ago Kershaw found himself at Western Weyr having been searched as a Candidate. He formed a strong bond with the other Candidates and when the dragon's started humming he joined the other Candidates standing on the sands waiting to see if a hatchling found him suitable as a lifemate but unfortunately he was left standing with a number of other Candidates leaving him wondering if there were something wrong with him. He returned to Ista Weyr and the stables feeling a bit better about his experience at Western and getting back into working in the stables.
Not too long after his return to Ista Weyr and his old job as a stablehand Kershaw was talking to Anoryn (rider of green Rysith ) when she asked if he would stand for the clutch of eggs that was on the sands at Ista. After considering his answer carefully he agreed to stand and moved his belongings from the Dorms to the Candidate Dorm. So now he is a candidate for a second time, but this time at Ista where he's pretty much decided that he'd like to remain.
The dragon's hummed, the eggs hatched, impressions were made and he found himself once again left on the sands. Poor Kershaw had thought he'd decided that he'd stay at Ista Weyr but his mind is in a total state of confusion, while he likes the people at the weyr and feels at home there being left standing for a second time has left him wondering just what life has in store for him and if he'd been smart when he left the leaping packtail to stay at the weyr.
These next few days will decide what he'll be doing and where he'll be staying (If he'll be staying anywhere or just wandering). He went straight to bed after being left on the sands hoping that the morning will dawn a little brighter.
It's happened again, he was approached to stand for the clutch at Fort Weyr and despite his uncertainty he accepted the offer to stand for the clutch. Candidacy was pretty much like the other two times he stood for clutches at Western and Ista the only difference being the names of some of the Candidates along with some familiar faces.
The day came to stand on the sands and see if he would impress this time, the first hatchling was a gold which seemed to him a good omen but as one after another hatchling chose their lifemates Kershaw found himself left on the sands as the last hatchling was led off with their new lifemate…he didn't stay the night but returned to Ista that night, for he had a lot to think of and some decisions to make.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ibiralin | Mom | Ista Hold | Cook |
| Sawyr | Dad | Ista Hold | Beastcrafter |
| Diev | Brother | Ista Hold | Child |
| Nydores | Sister | Xandu Weyr | Nanny |
| Asteras | Sister | Fort Hold | Cook |
Firelizards
Brown Sudz
Full of fun and festivity this brown looks like a hoot! His hide is a-wash in warm home brews. From pale ales to dark stouts he is splashed with all sorts of merry spuds. Foamy suds ripple along the boundaries between the brews. The brown himself is a bit on the heavy side. Rotund belly a sign he has perhaps imbibed a bit too much over time. Head is a bit short, muzzle blunted but eyes bear a deceptive intelligence, he knows what he's doing after all. It seems what he's best at doing is having a good time. Broad wings somehow manage to support the heavy frame and generously proportioned body, while a shorter thicker tail acts as a counterweight to his tipsy movements.
Sudz is banded in the colors of his owner's home.
Sudz is 0 Turns, 10 months, and 15 days old and is 55 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 88 cm.
Green Wrasse
Stout and sturdy are the two things that might come to mind when one first spies this green. Her head seems a bit too large for her body, which only enhances her stocky image. Dark green encircles her mouth before it slips into the lighter, sea green which is her primary color. Patches of yellow peek out here and there, encircling where her stubby limbs connect to her body, as well as sliding across her forehead and sneaking around each neckridge. Her paws are black up to her knees, her tail as well, starting around midway down until it's nearly the end. It's only at the extremities that a brighter yellow lingers, flicking across tail tip and finger tips. It's only when one looks closely at her hide that they would see the elaborate patterns at play. Her head is alive with wiggling lines and dots while her body looks like an endless maze, twisty trails of dark green wiggle around like an abandoned worm's path.
Wrasse is banded in the colors of her owner's home.
Wrasse is 0 Turns, 5 months, and 26 days old and is 42 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 70 cm.
Blue Belgarz
Sinuous is this sapphire firelizard, lean and sleek in form. Indeed, that slenderness leads to a false appearance of diminutiveness, for though the blue is narrow and low built he is still quite long. His slender length is highlighted with bits of navy and midnight, splattered erratically across his chest and sides and dripping along his wings in heavy profusion. Narrow haunches are speckled lightly with the combination of shades, with the marking fading out at the base of his nimble tail.
Belgarz is banded in the colors of his owner's home.
Belgarz is 0 Turns, 2 months, and 23 days old and is 33 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 58 cm.
Bronze Balaravi
Smooth hide in golden tangerine is stretched over the sinewy body of this firelizard from tail fork to crown. The bold shock of hue is marred only by stripes of burnt orange sweeping back over his head, and three quarters of his headknobs. It blends off where his skull connects with his neck, giving way to smudged dots and swirled patterns across his back, along his sides and even over his haunches and tail. A mask of the softest white brushes itself in with tiny hair like strokes, fluffing up like a wide grin past his temples. It's accented subtly by a single rounded triangle of pink with its broadest edge pointing upwards, just there at the tip of his snout. The tuffedness of white is present as well on all four of his paws, blending in the same way as it did at his face about a quarter of the way up his legs, like socks. Talons at the tips of each snowy toe are of the palest of pinks, they curl just slightly towards the ends into sharp little hooks.
Balaravi is banded in the colors of his owner's home.
Balaravi is 0 Turns, 0 months, and 24 days old and is 16 centimeters in length with a wingspan of 31 cm.
Dragon
Logs
Searched at Ista Weyr
Kershaw's Pee Pee Dance
Chickenpalooza
Island Adventure
