Name: R'llyn
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Occupation: Weyrling
Home: Ista Weyr
Physical appearance: R'llyn is a late bloomer, much like his
elder brother. In fact, he's so much like his elder brother, R'yn, that
one could claim him to be an exact mirror of what R'yn must have been
like, in his younger days. He's thin and a little lanky, standing at
just about 5' 10", and only just beginning to fill out and look like a
young man, rather than a boy. His eyes are a bright shade of
blue, his hair is light brown, but is steadily darkening... And it
tends to be quite unruly, choosing to arrange itself however it
pleases, that particular day. He has an undeniable look of innocence,
even when moody. The concerns of the world and the concerns of the Weyr
rest far from his mind, and it shows in the light of his smile.
Personality: R'llyn is pretty laid-back and casual, oftentimes
flat-out happy-go-lucky. Not much seems to get under his skin, most
just bounces right off of his rubbery, bubbly exterior. Friends and
relatives often debate on whether or not he's capable of handling
anything in a serious fashion- Because he's never done it, before.
Skills: Minor thievery, reading, writing and 'rithmatic... He
never learned quite so much as R'yn, as he was less 'vital' to the
caravan.
Pets: None
Background: The youngest of the trio, in the end, Rhyllyn was
the most fortunate. When his elder brother Roryn drove a wedge between
the members of the clan, the sort of life both he and their elder
sister Deliyan had lived would never torment Rhyllyn, once he came of
age.
The sort of life the youth was given was quite different from that of
his predecessors, spending much time roving Pern on honest business,
finding himself in Ista Weyr just in time to watch his estranged
brother Impress. Although thrilled to see it, it didn't take long
before the renegade band he lived with was caught. As innocent as he
was, Rhyllyn was still a member of the family... And was deposited,
with his father, sister, and a good handful of his uncles, aunts, and
cousins, on one of the desolate and unprotected Ring islands.
Ever cheerful, even being in the middle of nowhere, with no protection
offered by the dragons, couldn't get Rhyllyn down. There was no damper
to be put on his good spirits. He worked quite willingly, helping to
set up their little holding, while his father and uncles tried to
figure out a way to get off the island before the next Threadfall.
Their plans were unsuccessful, and Thread came. Ever protective of him,
his dear sister Deliyan made sure he was within the safe cover of a
stone structure constructed exactly for that purpose, before she took
off to find their father and relatives, and warn them that the leading
edge of Thread was becoming visible, roughly a mile off the coast.
Rhyllyn didn't see Deliyan again.
Left to assume the worst about her and the rest of his family, he
almost couldn't bear to leave the shelter once the agonizing hours of
Threadfall were past. What fears he had seemed to be quickly
confirmed... When he emerged from the shelter, he was the only one left
on the small island, and there were no remaining traces of his family.
The days that followed were difficult. He felt alone and forgotten, and
tried hard to keep positive, busying himself with minor work around
their half-built hold, fishing for food, and wondering what he was
meant to do now.
The answer came as a bronze dragon in the sky. Rhyllyn had never been
so happy to see anyone as he was to see R'yn in that moment. The boy
had no doubts in his mind that his brother would help him, once the
plight was explained- And he was most certainly right- But there was
just a little bit of a delay.
He had been banished, with the rest of his family, to the island he was
on. The only way that sentence could be undone was for the people who
had made the decision- The WeyrWoman and WeyrLeader of Ista- to deem
the sentence fulfilled. Although R'yn was vague, he promised to 'see
what he could do', before leaving, and leaving Rhyllyn on the island...
But he was left with hope.
It wasn't long before that hope developed into something more. R'yn
swept Rhyllyn away from the Ring Islands in barely the nick of time,
saving him from a miserable fate of being devoured by Thread. The boy
made himeslf quite at home at Ista, and, much to R'yn's dismay, took it
upon himself to become a candidate.
Rhyllyn Impressed bronze, and became R'llyn, rider of bronze Kaveth.
Dragon Name: Kaveth
Color: Bronze
Size: Small, as he's still a Weyrling
Personality: Kaveth is mischievous, much like his chosen, though
isn't quite as outgoing. The young bronze prefers to keep to himself
about things, socializing only when required. On the whole, he probably
keeps R'llyn fairly well grounded, considering his quiet nature.
R'llyn is more than outgoing enough for the two of them, and
sometimes, that's what starts all their trouble!
