Description
Cymor only vaguely resembles his cousins, matching their dark shocks of black hair, though his eyes are a pure, light blue. He stands an average five feet nine inches and his body shows the strength and wear of the life of a beastcrafter. Like most apprentices of his craft, he dresses cleanly and simply, a brown-yellow tunic, brown leather trous, and tall boots, perfect for keeping muck out of unwanted places.
History
Cymor was born just under a turn after his older brother, Cirosk, and the pair grew up more like twins than just brothers. His parents had no less than twenty children, and Cymor and Cirosk were among only 5 to live to adulthood. His father, Mornosk, and mother, Ciry, are officially separated, but that didn't stop a couple more children from entering the world after that time. Not long after the quakes, their cousin, Nornon, just a turn younger than Cymor, came to live with them briefly, but was left at the Weyr by his father. No one in the family knows why said leaving involved him coming home with a split lip. No one was stupid enough to ask and raise his ire.
Once he was twelve, like most of his family he joined the Beastcrafter Hall where he was surprised to run into Nornon again just a turn or so later. The boy's family ties and shared bits of childhood brought them back together. When Nornon was searched the second time, he managed to come to visit and found that he, too, was being asked to stand.
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position | Age | NPC/Adoptable |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Mornosk | Father | Varren Beasthold banned from ISW |
Journeyman Beastcrafter | +48 | Yes/no |
| Ciry | Mother | Tirary Beasthold | Journeyman Beastcrafter | +36 | Yes/no |
| Cirary | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +21 | no/no |
| Ciraran | Brother | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +21 | no/no |
| Siro | Brother | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +19 | no/no |
| Nyrona | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +18 | no/no |
| Norini | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +17 | no/no |
| Niro | Brother | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +16 | no/no |
| Myrina | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +14 | no/no |
| Cyrsk | Brother | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +13 | no/no |
| Crynari | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +11 | no/no |
| Norsk | Brother | Keroon Beasthold | Senior Journeyman Beastcrafter | +9 | yes/yes |
| Nory | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +8 | no/no |
| Nyra | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +8 | no/no |
| Kory | Brother | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +6 | no/no |
| Mory | Sister | Tirary Beasthold | Senior Apprentice Beastcrafter | +5 | yes/yes |
| Kora | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | +2 | no/no |
| Cirosk | Brother | Tirary Beasthold | Apprentice Beastcrafter | +0 | yes/yes |
| Rynia | Sister | Varren Beasthold | deceased | -2 | no/no |
| Rora | Sister | Tirary Beasthold | none | -4 | yes/yes |
| Kiri | Sister | Tirary Beasthold | deceased | -13 | no/no |
Firelizards
Dragon
Devil Disguised as Adonis Bronze Drestoserath
This darling is all strong lines and sharp curves, his tone so pale a sepia he could almost be mistaken for a sport dragon. Almost. But the pale brownish-bronze with tell-tale glimmers hiding in the shadowed places of his hide making his true color deeply hidden but visible. The only bit of his hide that has any sense of true, deep color is a single strip of shimmering copper that runs from between his head knobs down his neck, over his back, and out to his tailfork extending around a handspan on either side of his obsidian black neck and back ridges. In stark contrast, the claws on the end of each of his delicately formed fingers and toes are pure white, just a hint of ivory on each viciously sharp tip. Strong muscles ripple just beneath the pale surface of his hide, almost giving the sense of something more hiding there just beneath his hide. Waiting. Every bit of him is perfectly formed. He’s not the slightest bit wherry-necked or snub-tailed. Even his snout conforms to the perfect length and width ratio, coming out and curving just so, expertly hiding his wicked teeth, slightly longer than average. An acceptable imperfection. His headknobs sweep back smoothly along the curve of his neck. The faintest hints of curls of white fail to stand out against the paleness of his hide all along his neck. And through it all, his eyes always hold the sharpest of color, a little smaller than average from where they stare out beneath his smooth, gracile eyeridges.
