Weyrling P'lor on Blue Quippith

Player: T'star

Persona's Name: P'lor (Pelor)
Age: 19
Rank: Guard

Physical Description: Sunny blond hair is cropped in a slightly wild mop falling just to his shoulders. The weight of it keeps the curls from being completely unmanageable. He is lean, but not overly remarkable, physically. His facial features are square and strong, rather than handsome. His deepset hazel eyes tend more towards the brown end of the spectrum than the blue.

Personality: The eldest son of a guard, it has left its impact on Pelor. He is a firm supporter of the laws... as long as the laws support the people. He’s a kind young man, for the most part, with some rather rigid ideals. On the surface he’s easy to get along with but he’s somewhat difficult to get to know. Beneath the surface it’s a balancing act, trying to define what the Right Thing (TM) to do in any given circumstance is. He has high expectations of himself, sometimes unreasonably so. Since his failure in the healer hall, he has been even harder on himself. He is determined not to fail again.

Gender and sexual preference: male heterosexual.

Persona's History: Pelor was born to the Captain of the Guards at Southern Hold. He was raised to obey the Letter of the Law (tm) with no exceptions. Until he was 8 this was the norm, then he met Araline, a young scamp of a girl. His father very much disapproved of the friendship but grudgingly let them continue the relationship as it seemed to keep her out of trouble more than it seemed to get Pelor into it.

The two of them grew to be best of friends, Araline teaching Pelor that there was more to right and wrong than just the Law. Pelor for his part, taught Araline that the law didn’t exist simply to annoy her, though she still often protested that it did. The friendship continued until Pelor was apprenticed to the healers. While he had some interest in patching people up, he really had only a passing interest. He tried, however, tried his best, but it wasn’t good enough. He hit a plateau, and while he was exceptionally good at first aid he could never get past that stage.

Reluctantly at 17 he left the healer craft and shifted back to something much more familiar: The Guards. He has not excelled there either, though he’s determined not to fail again. Thus far he’s found more of a nitch patching up other guards that don’t need to see the /real/ healers than actually as a guard. He’s not really sure what to make of his lot in life. On one exercise with a guard group he was searched and found himself packed off to Mountain Song with his bronze wher Byrto.

Crafter: Yes .
Craft: Guard
Craft Rank: Guard
Specialties: none

Pets:
Name: Byrto
Species: Wher
Age: 2
Color: Bronze

Description: A long, slender bronze, with a patch work of shades. One eye ridge is an indigo so dark it’s almost black. The other is washed over as if with a paintbrush, a hint of aqua here and there. Down the length of his body a greeny bronze seems to dominate, but one wing... opposite of the eyeridge is the same dark shade and opposing legs are as well. His tail is capped the /other/ direction in near white.

Personality: Byrto is a ham. The down-and-out attitude of his pet doesn’t sit well with the wher. He’s also something of a flake, he will go from a tumbling rolling clown and prankster, to a snappish guard dog, to a melancholy child in a matter of seconds.

Candidate: Yes
Color Suggestions: Bronze, Brown, Blue
Name Suggestions: Hieronath, Restoth, Mordath
Personality Suggestions: Jaberwocky dragon. (based on the poem. Not sure really which critter.)