Description
Firey red hair in that might just go wild in curls to stick up everywhere atop this man's head, locks are kept mostly on the short side. The top still manages to look soft and fluffy, and is easily blown around with just the lightest of breezes. Thick, maintained brows, top warm klah brown eyes which sit behind light lashes. Pale skin is smattered with what might seem like millions of freckles. They are everywhere, and there doesn't seem to be an inch of him that they don't decorate. He has a kind face with a long nose, high cheekbones, and an expressive mouth nearly always set in a crooked grin.
He wears leathers of the deepest emerald green, the piping strips of white and black for accent. They fit his athletic frame well, though a little tight along the shoulders, causing the material to creak just a bit more obviously when he shrugs them. Feet are dressed in boots that are looked after, and polished when necessary, but still have scuffs here and there that shows some age to them. Upon his shoulder is a knot, displaying him as a wingleader at Ista weyr, with a cord of brown woven in for his lifemate. One shoulder bares the patch for Star Ruby wing, the crafter's wing.
History
Obberean was born the middle child of five in a small cothold outside of Igen. He was trouble right from the start, causing all sort of mischief even before he could walk. As he matured, this didn't change, but his father instilled in him a sense of honor. Because of this, he learned when to be serious and when to just lean back and enjoy whatever life threw at him. At the age of fifteen, he was searched for a clutch of eggs recently laid at the tropical weyr Ista. While a candidate there, he made many friends, and even fell in love with a sassy lass by the name of Mehgin. He was having the time of his life, and it only got made better when he walked off the sands that day with brown Srantath. He was now O'bren. Turns later he was asked to become Wingleader of Star Ruby, a position that he holds to this day. He currently resides in Ista Weyr with his weyrmate Mehgin, and their three children.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Mehgin | Weyrmate | Ista Weyr | Rider of green Mnsolfeth |
| Oehbin | Son | Ista Weyr | Apprentice Weaver |
| Grenim | Son | Ista Weyr | Apprentice Baker |
| Herimetta | Daughter | Ista Weyr | Weyrbrat |
Firelizards
Dragon
| Trickled Me Pink Brown Srantath |
|---|
| Subtle wisps of coral playfully dance beneath a field of klah brown about the wingsails of this average sized male dragon, washing down to where the joints meet at his back, to liquefy and concentrate to the deepest shades of carmine. From there the color trickles like thickly applied paint to pool beneath his belly and down the long length of his strong limbs to all four of his paws. Behind all this, reveal his most dominate coloring, a tan infused beige, darkening to mahogany at his muzzle, headknobs, neck ridges and the last quarter inch of his tail if only to continue down to the fork at the end. Droplets of ebony bespeckle the darkness there even further, as well as grace the length of his talons at the tip of each toe. Joints seem airbrushed with cream, most intense at their peak, then blending and fading lighter and more opaque until there is nothing left but what lays beyond. A blaze of copper hued ochre starts just between his eyeridges, seeping into them, before dusting down to disappear completely around his nostrils. |
