C'assel . Blue Weyrling . Kivaranth

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Slightly Short . Slim . Medium-Length Brown Hair . Tanned Skin . Brown Eyes

Short, dark and slender, Codassiel isn't much to look at where men are concerned. He's by no means a gorgeous specimen of humanity, being somewhat scrawny due to his moderate lifestyle and the fact that he's in the midst of growing. Despite this last-ditch effort at increasing in height, Codassiel is strictly shorter than average for a boy his age, and shows no signs of ever catching up with the other, taller males on Pern. He's decently proportioned at least, with long limbs and big hands and feet. And by Faranth, if you asked him to run through an obstacle course a couple times, he would try his damndest to do it. Unfortunately, he would also fail horribly, because this boy is about as wimpy as it's possible to be without being a cripple. He keeps long hours learning the healer's craft and helping his parents, and has no time to pursue any physical means of passing time.

Where physical features are concerned, Codassiel is easy to describe: brown, brown and brown. His skin is naturally a slightly tanned shade, which grows increasingly dark if he spends any amount of time outside in the sun. His hair is so dark it's almost black, and lies in thick, sleek locks around his face and ears. Like his hair, Codassiel's eyes are so dark brown as to be nearly black, each pupil almost indistinguishable from the iris that surrounds it. His facial structure is strong and even, with a sharp jaw and a nose that's a little bit big. When he isn't dressed for work, he usually walks about in practical clothes in shades of green, tan or brown, usually something with dirt on the knees and stains all over. He makes sure to wash daily, but getting dirty certainly isn't anything he's afraid of.

Quiet . Shy . Polite . Considerate . Repressed . Frustrated . Ambitious

Codassiel is a quiet boy, one who was raised to be respectful to his parents and to everyone else, and who has never rebelled against such practises. He's a very decent person, polite to strangers and to his friends, and the sort of boy who would quite willingly help an older person with something heavy or cover for a friend if they got into trouble. It makes sense that his mother would raise him as a healer, kind as he is to other people, and admittedly he seems to have a knack for the craft. You can tell that he doesn't have much of a passion for it, though--the spark isn't there. He works hard at what he does, pays attention, and his mother has always been proud of him for that, and Codassiel makes do with what he's given. At the end of the day, though, he's never really had anything to celebrate.

Perhaps because he's never had an opportunity to try out anything that he wanted to pursue, Codassiel's a shy lad. He doesn't speak his mind much for worry of upsetting other people, instead happy to nod and discuss whatever someone else wants while withholding his own opinions. 'Happy' isn't really the best word to use though, for actually he wishes that he could speak his mind, and often regrets instances where he felt that his opinion could have been valuable had he voiced them. It's a raw blow for someone who lives to help other people when he feels like he has somehow caused harm. Codassiel isn't much to look at, but he's determined as anything; his greatest ambition is to be Searched and Impress a dragon so that he can fight on the front lines to protect Pern. He vastly dislikes feeling feeble and helpless, and has been known to sink into sullen moods if his weakness is called to light.

Cassia was a healer. She had been one from the day she was born, if not in practice then in spirit, and was learning the healer's craft before she could read or write. By the time she was fifteen, she was well into her healer's apprenticeship and was looking forward to becoming a journeyman in a few more turns. She never expected to fall in love--she was so busy pursuing what was certainly her life's true passion that she didn't think she would ever have the time. But somehow the foolish baker who she had to treat for burns began turning up unexpectedly wherever she happened to be, a silly smile on his gentle face. And somehow she ended up falling in love with him, busy life or no.

And so it followed that they began seeing each other regularly, until Cassia and Rodhel were married when she was sixteen and he was not quite twenty. Less than a turn later, Cassia was pregnant with the couple's first child, and after nine months the tiny baby Codassiel was born, healthy and squalling, into the world. In the end, Cassia's grand dream of healing had to be put on hold a bit, but she was happy to devote her time to her son instead, and she still found enough time to devote to her craft to reach journeyman status by the age of twenty-one.

Codassiel was an adorable child, gentle and shy, but well-loved by both his father and mother. Cassia strongly desired that he learn the ways of healercraft, wanting her child to follow in her footsteps, so when her son began his schooling in reading and writing, and in other things that she felt he should know, the journeyman healer also began teaching him simple healer knowledge. He grew up learning the healer's craft, although healing was never his passion, as was his mother's. Codassiel learned only to please his parents, and succeeded well enough at that. Only a nagging dissatisfaction lurking at the back of his mind made him realize that he would never be truly happy with his mother's life.

Having lived in a hold all his life, Codassiel wasn't particularly knowledgeable about life outside of it, although he did of course have some knowledge from Harpers' songs and other talk. When he was twelve, he remembers, a blue dragon came to visit the hold, looking for candidates to invite to the Weyr for the next hatching. Oh, how he wanted to soar away on the back of that dragon. Codassiel hung around the rider more than was strictly necessary, lurking near his dragon with the hope that the blue would notice him and decide he would make a good candidate.

The call never came, however, and he returned to his everyday life under the tutelage of his mother. Maybe he simply was never meant to do anything but heal. But oh, how he wishes that it were otherwise.