Ch'eris . Brownrider }{ Brown Orosieth

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Username: mousy
Character Number: second

Name: Ch’eris . Formerly Chaeris
Age: 37 turns
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownrider
Wing: Flames' Reach Wing
Status: Miserable, underweight and sick – healthy for him.
Play-by: Alan Rickman

Appearance:

5’10” . Incredibly thin . Shoulder-length, black hair . Black eyes . Wears black . Has one expression (which is severe) . Pale-skinned . Abnormally large nose

To be blunt, Ch’eris is scary. There is no tactful way to put it, so I will say it like this: you do not want to run in to Ch’eris in a dark alley, because you will, invariably, be terrified by the sight of him, particularly when his dragon is around. And breathing down your neck, even though he’s just being friendly (as Ch’eris will, no doubt, remind you). However, it remains that Ch’eris is utterly terrifying. With a blank, humourless-looking (and comparatively lined) face, cold eyes and a rather imposing height, not to mention his habit of lurking silently in dark places, he is always a surprising person to meet, in a dark place or no. Heck, he’s pretty distressing in bright sunlight, because his expression is completely unchanging.

His default expression is severe, and, well, severe is also his only expression, so if you need to read expressions to find out what a person is actually thinking, you are pretty well screwed if you are talking to him. It isn’t even intentional; he just… forgets. It’s possible to forget to have expressions, if you are him. This being the man who forgot why he was flying during Threadfall. He is, however the sort of person who is capable of shutting up young children with only so much as a look, and usually making them run away, although Orosieth, who looks pretty scary, can’t help with this, either. Although Ch’eris admits that he doesn’t need help frightening people – and he will admit, less willingly, that it is a useful skill – if anyone decides they are going to mock him, he need only fix them with a stern look, and they shut up immediately, and apologize too.

If Ch’eris was capable of more than his default expression, then… well, he still wouldn’t be pleasant to look at – his face is prematurely lined, and his hair isn’t all that pleasant. It’s thin and wiry, hanging just about to his shoulders, and, while it is never tangled, one thing it is is a constant mess – it hangs at random places around his face, flying off here, there and everywhere, even though it is relatively straight. He has yet to bother to tie it back, however. He doubts it would all stay tied back, and he’d end up looking like a blithering idiot if he did. But one thing his hair isn’t is greasy. Quite on the contrary, if one were to touch his hair, it would actually be quite not greasy. He jokes that, like he forgets to do things or what things are called or what he’s doing, his hair forgets to get greasy. He can go a few weeks without washing it (because, let’s face it, dirt will never show up in pure black hair), and it will just get rather messy, rather than actually greasy. In addition to this dark hair, Ch’eris has eyes which are a dark enough brown to be black, and which probably are.

Ch’eris is, it appears, a distinctly monochrome person – in addition to black hair and eyes and an incredibly pale face, his clothing is almost entirely black (with the occasional bit of purple, and a purple cuff poking through his jacket sometimes, although very rarely), and extremely loose, because he has a very skinny build. He’s basically all skin and bones, with little muscle or fat to speak of, so all of his clothes are extremely loose, so it isn’t obvious whether he resembles his dragon or a pole or what. But, as it turns out, he resembles a pole.

A really, really thin pole.

Personality:

Quiet . Sweet . Protective . Friendly . Hospitable . Intelligent . Shy . Easily distracted . Forgetful . Frequently hides in cold, dark places . People-watches compulsively . Somewhat snide . Loves children . Helpful . Lurker

Ch’eris is, far from how he appears, not a scary person at all. In fact, despite his habit of hiding in dark, cold places, he is really rather friendly, and would rather like someone to come and talk to him (although he has accepted that this is never going to happen), although it won’t happen. He doesn’t quite understand that people generally don’t lurk in cold, dark places. Just how he is, I suppose. However, he is extremely quiet. He doesn’t really need to speak to be understood; gestures can convey a lot, even with only one expression. And he isn’t scary, he really isn’t – honestly, he is just the sort of person who looks like they are going to rip you limb from limb, even though they really aren’t, because he isn’t. He’s really not like that – and probably not strong enough, in any case. Fighting has never really been his fortй. Never will be, either. Also, he wouldn’t want to, unless it was in the interests of protecting someone.

If he likes someone, and that someone is in trouble, he will really go out of his way to defend them. Never mind who or what is troubling them; Threadfall, another person, a dragon, a Wher (he isn’t particularly fond of Whers – they frighten him a little), he will do anything he can to protect that person, even if it is something he wouldn’t normally do (like yelling – he can be pretty scary when he’s angry, believe me. He might usually be serene, but you don’t want to get him angry). But, despite this, and his frightening appearance, he is incredibly friendly, happily allowing others to talk to him about whatever, even if it does bore him infinitely. And, while he never smiles, he generally emerges from his shadowy corner if someone he likes appears – because, let’s face it, you’ve got to be hospitable. And he really is; he’ll let pretty much anyone stay overnight in his weyr if something bad has happened (even if they have been caught cheating on their wife or husband – if he’s their friend and they don’t have somewhere to stay, they’re welcome to appear at his door, and he’ll gladly let them stay with him), or for a couple of nights, if it should come to it and they’re in that much trouble. Just how he is, he supposes, before forgetting that he was supposing.

One thing Ch’eris is not, however, is an idiot. He might be friendly and willing to let his friends stay with him, but he’ll do some checking-up on what’s going on in life first, mostly through Orosieth, who he will get to talk to one of his many friends to find out if the person who has appeared on his doorstep with a Firelizard on one shoulder and a bag on the other has actually been kicked out by his wife for another man, or if something more sinister is going on here. And he won’t hesitate to say no if Orosieth finds out that something sinister is at play.

Ch’eris is, though, extremely shy. Unless someone actually talks to him, he won’t talk to them, and even if they do, he’ll be noticeably anxious about talking to them, unless he knows for sure that they aren’t going to kill him or Orosieth, because that’s what he does. But if he likes them, he’ll talk to them… until an interesting speck of dust floats by, because then he’ll have been distracted, because he’s permanently distracted by something, be it a particularly interesting speck of dust, something in his peripheral vision or just a Firelizard flitting around his head (because they are rather wont to do that), he will instantly be distracted by it, until he is snapped back down to earth by the person he’s talking to actually getting his attention back. And he’s sometimes distracted by the contents of his own mind, because he’s just that easily distracted.

Ch’eris has to be the only person capable of forgetting who the person he is talking to is, or what he’s doing flying when Thread is falling, or generally what he is doing at this precise moment in time, and he does this all the time, very often having to be reminded by Orosieth, who always keeps a track on his rider’s whereabouts and what he was doing before he got distracted and forgot (and he’s pretty good at it, but more on that later). All in all, he is the sort who could easily forget his only head if it wasn’t firmly attached to his neck.

And now, to a slightly more sinister quality, namely Ch’eris’ habit of hiding in cold and shadowy places (but not between. It’d be difficult to actually hide there). But he hides, or just lurks, in cold, shadowy places a lot. He doesn’t notice the cold, and he can see pretty well in the dark, so it doesn’t really bother him, although it does bother the unlucky people who run in to a scary-looking, expressionless man hiding in the shadows. Who wouldn’t be freaked-out in that situation? But he’s just there to watch people, which also sounds pretty sinister, but, once again, it isn’t. Ch’eris isn’t very sinister, he just watches people doing people things. This might make for some good blackmail material, but it really doesn’t. He just sees people walking about the Weyr, doing things. It interests him, for some absurd reason.

Despite appearing to be one of the nicest people around the Weyr, Ch’eris is inclined to be more than a little sarcastic. He’s pretty good at it too: people will usually pick up on it instantly, despite the fact his expression will never say it. It’s one of the disadvantages of having one single expression, people not knowing whether you’re being sarcastic or serious. Although, to be honest, you’d rather expect them to be able to tell, really. More fool them if they can’t.

Ch’eris is one of those people who would never hurt a child. He would never lay a finger on a child, because he really cares about children. If anyone dared harm a child, they would actually have a very angry Ch’eris on their hands. He would completely lose his calm faзade, and the person in question would have an extremely angry-looking bruise on their face, because harming a child is the one thing that Ch’eris will. Not. Stand. For. It’s the only thing that will make him actually hit somebody. Even if he knows that the child has done something wrong, he just doesn’t think it’s right. Even someone who knows him very well will be surprised when their usually-calm and shy friend storms over and punches someone in the face for harming a child. And, of course, Ch’eris will instantly return to normal and go back to lurking in the shadows after he’s finished reprimanding them.

History:

Once, in Solace Weyr, there lived a small family, composed of Los’en, a Dragonrider, who, while flying, fell for a beautiful young woman, and this beautiful young woman was blonde, and she had the most captivating blue eyes, while Los’en was a red-headed man, with lovely brown eyes. These two people eloped, with the support, of course, of Foloth, Los’en’s dragon. And, for a while, they were an idyllic little family: while Los’en had to go to fight Thread and doing other Dragonriderly things (which he would never tell his wife about, for fear of distressing her, for she was a Hold girl. They got on well, Foloth allowing His and his wife to ride around on his back between places, and occasionally just for fun. They were one of the happiest, most unassuming families ever, or so it seemed. Because, like all women, Laure had her secrets, and, amongst these secrets was her secret lover, the mysterious, handsome (if big-nosed) Seberian, an Ironrider and Los’en’s rival and enemy for many Turns. In fact, they had hated each-other since Weyrlinghood.

But Laure and Seberian met in dark, shady places, and, before long, Laure was pregnant with Seb’s child. She hadn’t meant for it to come to this; she was married, and she was having her lover’s baby?! Oh, this would not do. This would not do at all. But a baby was born, after nine months, and he had startling jet-black hair and a prominent nose. But, unassuming Los’en believed little Chaeris to be his child, because he didn’t really have a good grasp on human biology, no matter how many times Foloth tried to tell him that something was amiss about the boy – Los’en believed that Foloth was jealous, and so he disregarded his dragon’s claims, and went on raising Chaeris as his own, which he genuinely believed that the boy was.

Right from birth, Chaeris was a wholly unremarkable child – dark hair was nothing much interesting, and his skin didn’t tan because he spent all his time lurking in shady places. He liked Foloth, and was often seen talking to the Brown dragon. All in all, he was every other child of the Weyr, so remarkable in his unremarkable-ness. And his life went on: he would speak to his family, and lurk in the shadows, and surprise anyone who unintentionally joined him in these shadows. He was a normal, healthy little boy, if a little thin. And Chaeris’ life went on. It went on so unremarkably, in fact, that there are several years, until his fifth Turn, that can be skipped. His mother and Seberian (once again, raising suspicions in Foloth) had a second child, naming him Shielan. This had very little effect on Chaeris, who continued to lurk quietly in the shadows and watch his baby brother, complacently sucking his thumb.

But, before long, disaster struck. When Chaeris was seven, and his brother was two, they went out walking together, and then it happened. Chaeris was sitting, looking up and the sky, while his brother skipped and capered in circles around him, when suddenly, things started falling from the sky. Chaeris only thought of himself, after seeing the thing consume a Herdbeast in a matter of a few seconds, and ran for cover, not bothering to check that his brother was following behind him. When he looked back, his brother had gone, and a Rider was flying above him, dodging Thread while making sure the small figure underneath him was safe. When he finally reached his “father’s” weyr, the other rider, Lukia, a pretty woman riding a Red dragon, landed, quickly introduced herself, returned Shielan, who had escaped completely unscathed, somehow, and flew back off again on Aath, her dragon.

And it was then that Chaeris decided.

He was going to be a DragonRider, too.

He told his “father” that very night, and Los’en was, obviously, proud of his son for following in his father’s footsteps, and immediately started explaining the basics of Dragonriding to an extremely confused seven-year-old, who had no idea what his father was saying about Touching, Impression and Weyrlinghood. But it sounded amazing, either way. Chaeris was thrilled, and started thinking about what his dragon would be called, and what it would look like. Being seven Turns old, his father hadn’t explained that it was possible to fail to Impress, not wanting to get his hopes down. That’s not really what you do to a seven-turn-old.

And so, the turns passed, and, finally, Chaeris turned twelve. He was sent away to become a Candidate with Lo’sen and Foloth, and joined the Candidates. He was a quiet boy then, expressionless and sitting in the shadows at all times, and never really talking to anyone or making any friends. He just… wasn’t interested. They didn’t seem particularly interesting, all talking about how they were going to do this and that with girls and boys. He didn’t really care. He knew that he would go for a girl if a suitable one came along; he thought the other boys to be an annoyance, and the girls were so pretty with their beautiful hair and eyes, but, and partly out of shyness and partly out of embarrassment, he never really spoke to the girls, and his Candidacy passed pretty much as such. Really, it was rather dull, for all concerned, although no-one ever mentioned that to the scary-looking boy sitting on his own in the shadows, eating a chunk of bread while reading a book. You know the one.

In any case, before long, he discovered that two new children – Lucial and Ramoni – had been born to his parents. While he was happy, it wasn’t particularly obvious on his face, and all of the other Candidates accused him of jealousy, even though this obviously wasn’t true. And it was then that Chaeris discovered that he could silence his fellows with a particularly fierce look, while maintaining his silence. This, he observed, was a wonderful skill, and proved itself to be extremely useful.

Anyway, several turns passed, and Chaeris still didn’t Impress. No real drama happened: he spoke to a couple of people, and, eventually, he decided to visit his family, aged seventeen. So, with his Candidatemaster’s permission, he set off and found his father’s weyr, instantly getting set upon by a pleased Foloth, and Shielan, who said that he was going to return with his brother, and become a Candidate. Chaeris was happy about this; he would finally have some company who wouldn’t laugh at him. Great…

And so, Chaeris and Shielan returned to the Candidates’ Barracks, where they were promptly split up again. But, before long, they were both standing for clutches, and Ch’eris reckoned that his brother, who was quick-witted, intelligent and popular with everyone, would Impress first, but he was right – just about. When they were standing for one Clutch – the Days of Summer and Friendship Clutch -, they were standing together, watching a young dragon walk with his friends. It was a Blue, long and skinny, and an amazingly pale shade. It Impressed to Shielan, who then proceeded to become Sh’an.

Chaeris sat around at the edge of the Sands, looking bored, and, thinking that all of the eggs had hatched and that he had no chance (the only dragons remaining were a Green and a very tiny Red), he started to leave, when something ran up behind him.

Ch’eris? Hey, Ch’eris, where are you goin’?

Chaeris – no, he was Ch’eris now – spun around, and found himself face-to-face with a Brown Hatchling, who was looking up at him, a combination of apathetic and worried. Ch’eris bent down and stared his companion straight in the face. The Brown stared back at him.

“I would never do that.”

Great. Why so serious, though? Seeming to realize that he had forgotten, the Brown then nodded, adding, Oh, right – have a good time, then Loreth; Olorth. See you soon, right, guys?

“What’s your name?” Ch’eris asked anxiously, glancing back at the other two dragonets, who were looking around worriedly for Theirs. The Brown glanced up at him.

Orosieth, Ch’eris’ new companion replied, keeping pace with the human at whose side he was now walking.

Turns passed, and Orosieth and Ch’eris both grew. They graduated Weyrlinghood, and they flew. They flew as much as they could. Now, they are 37 and 18 Turns old, and they couldn’t be happier with things the way they are.

[/blockquote]n Family:

Los’en of Brown Foloth :: Adoptive father :: 62 turns
Seberian of Iron Olonioth :: Father :: 63 turns
Laure :: Mother :: 65 turns
Sh’an of Blue Skaith :: Brother :: 32 turns
Lucial :: Half-sister :: 22 turns
Ramoni :: Half-brother :: 20 turns

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Name: Orosieth
Age: 18 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Brown
Code: 85765A . 836A40 . 817E47
Status: Healthy
Size: 35 ft

Appearance:

Huge . Thickly-muscled . Faded-brown base . Orange-brown necksail, rings on sail and front feet . Yellow-brown muzzle

You will not be able to lose this dragon, no matter how hard you try to, because he is huge. Certainly amongst the largest Browns, standing at a whopping 35 feet, he will be easy to follow, and impossible to lose, which is certainly useful (particularly for forgetful Ch’eris, who will, if you can find the dark place in which he is lurking, openly admit that he has frequently forgotten his dragon’s name, and even forgotten his sister’s name). However, he isn’t, like some large dragons, one of those gangly things that looks like it’s been made out of extremely long stalks of grass by a two-turn-old. No, Orosieth is very well muscled, and looks like a truly imposing dragon, although those who know him know that really he isn’t - he is honestly extremely sweet, and probably wouldn’t harm a fly, but enough about that. His whole body is very proportioned; no limbs longer or shorter than the others, and all body parts present and correct, and, while he is stocky, it’s in a good way. He isn’t grotesque, and he moves in a nice way, very smoothly.

Orosieth looks much older than he really is, to be blunt. He looks like a faded Brown, who has been here at least twice as long as he really has. He looks like all of his colours were once twice as bright as they are now, but they have faded to a paler shade. He is, however, a faded brown, with orangey rings on his tail. His necksail is this same colour, and his front feet share this characteristic. His muzzle, on the other hand, is a dark, gungy yellow colour, although all three of these colours seem to meld together and look the same. They are only really perceptible as different under the right light: in natural light, outside in bright sunlight, it is obvious that he is not of one colour but of three, and all three of these colours are as bright as each other. But only in bright sunlight.

Personality:

Perverted . Chivalrous . Protective . Sharp-witted . Even-tempered . Sweet . Kind . Loves his siblings . Slightly apathetic

Make of this boy what you will, but one thing's for sure: he's never going to abandon you in a pinch, no matter who you are. Sure, he sneaks around watching female dragons and humans, but his siblings are always going to be his first priority - and Ch’eris. But mostly his siblings; they were there first, after all. However, unlike his appearance, this dragon is just about as far from “scary” as it’s possible to get. On the contrary, even if he is angered, he will seethe quietly in a corner, and let Ch’eris deal with the problem (because let’s face it: a Brownrider that the whole Weyr is scared of is going to be a better person to stop people from making fun of someone than a dragon who is obviously the nice guy). That’s what he does.

Like his egg, Orosieth feels like he is hewn from the memory of a close friend from a past summer. The sort of friend who you were close enough to to almost fall in love with, and the sort that you could share all of your troubles with, and who also shared all of their troubles with you, and the person who you found you were a better person for meeting – you know the one. All in all, Orosieth is that person that you could have a joke with, and also that person who supported you when you were upset, and who proved, in the end, to be one of the only friends you have ever truly trusted. He would never betray anything or anyone, even if his life depended upon it, and that is why he is the dragon perfectly suited to Ch’eris. He’s dependable, friendly, chivalrous: pretty much everything Ch’eris is, and everything Ch’eris is, but that he is too shy to express. Orosieth almost takes Ch’eris’ personality and makes it his own, and Ch’eris has often found himself wishing that his dragon really did, although Orosieth rather likes just being the front-man of their little group. It’s what he does best.

Orosieth is not, however, perfect. He likes female dragons. Really likes them, and he is the sort to flirt with anything on four legs. Literally anything, Wher or Dragon. He doesn’t really care, and it has been said that he would chase either, although whether this is true rather remains to be seen: he doesn’t really chase females very much; he’s a bit apathetic, and more than a little lazy. He would much rather just laze around in his and Ch’eris’ weyr (which Ch’eris does too) all day than rush around and chase after females. And he complains. A lot. Seriously, it’s another one of his qualities that is completely noticeable when he is compared to other dragons, and he never really bothers to do anything about his problems.

But, even if Orosieth was the most evil dragon ever to walk the earth, he would always have one redeeming characteristic, and that characteristic is his love of his siblings. If they are ever threatened, hurt, angry, or just want to talk, Orosieth will always be there to listen to them. He might not always know how to help them, but he’ll always be ready to listen, and that’s what counts, right?

Mindvoice:

By no stretch of the imagination does Orosieth sound like an adult dragon. He actually sounds more like a teenage human, and is capable of fooling some real humans in to thinking that this is what he is, particularly when he is speaking from somewhere where they can’t see him, which, while unlikely, is possible. He is a Brown, after all, and he isn’t an idiot. No less, though, he has what would be seen, back on earth, at least, as a rather London-like accent. Harmless and kind, and with a slightly nasal ring to it, he always sounds extremely friendly and happy, and anger will rarely manage to find its way in to his voice. However, when he is worried he does sound angry, speaking in short, rather sharp sentences, although this also happens when he is confused. It’s just how he sounds, and he is, by no stretch of the imagination, angry. Just baffled, confused or worried.

Egg:

THE PERVERTED SWEETHEART EGG → One of the largest members of the Days of Summer and Friendship Clutch, second only to the Shy Portent Egg, the Perverted Sweetheart Egg is just that: perverted, but extremely good-hearted. It is situated in between the Insubstantial Shadow Egg and the Hyper Squirrel Egg, and seems to be on good terms with both of them. In fact, it’s on good terms with the whole Clutch, because, let’s face it, this whole Clutch are very good friends (apart from the Anonymous Stalker Egg: that one’s only really friends with the Hyper Squirrel Egg and the Shy Portent Egg, although the Perverted Sweetheart Egg makes an effort to get on with the Anonymous Stalker Egg). But, situated towards the edge of the Clutch, and relatively near to the Shy Protector Egg (because they are very often off in a world of their own), it radiates an aura of absolute joy and pleasure at its being and that of its friends. It doesn’t really care what happens, and if anything bad did happen it would happily take a protective role (because let’s face it: there’s only so much an egg that seems to be scared of its own shadow can do to protect its siblings). It’s open to all things and, as a result, all things seem to like it, although it sometimes seems rather put-upon: it will support its siblings, no matter what, but no-one is really there to support it, because the Perverted Sweetheart Egg is like the dad. Although the Hyper Squirrel Egg would happily listen to its troubles, if the Perverted Sweetheart Egg would be so kind as to confess them. In any case, though, this isn’t a bad-looking egg: it looks like the branch of a tree, set on grass, with a circle of grass-stalks lying on it, like a small crown. All in all, it looks so very… summery. It’s one of those eggs that will bring back memories of a wonderful summer, spent with true, trustworthy friends. It looks like it was born of these memories, and it probably was.

Hatching Scene:

And now there were only three young dragons left on the Sands, and they were the Insubstantial Shadow Red (tiny, just like her egg, although very friendly) and the Hyper Squirrel Green (who, while stocky and relatively thick-set, wasn’t all that imposing. Just… a rather thick-set Green, maybe a bit over average size). And, sitting just behind his sisters and watching them play, the Perverted Sweetheart Brown. He was looking the male Candidates up and down in an anxious sort of way, before being distracted by his sisters. He has since lost the Brown with whom he had been play-fighting, and was looking rather bored, stretching out every few seconds before returning to watching the other two again. They were play-fighting, the Red running around the Sands before peering, almost challenging, back at her Green sister, who would get up, and they would play chase for a while, before collapsing in a heap together.

But they still hadn’t found Theirs.

Eventually, the Brown stared around at the boys, and finally got up, stretching and allowing anyone who was particularly interested to get a look at his hide - a faded brownish-bronze, with an orange-brown neck-sail, orange-brown front feet, orange brown rings on his tail, and a yellow-brown muzzle. He padded slowly, leisurely, around the male Candidates, occasionally giving one a teasing thwack with his tail, but otherwise not really particularly interested in them. Sure, he looked them up and down, but his heart really wasn’t in it.

Finally, he reached the end of the line of boys. A couple of members of the crowd gave a distressed murmur as he walked over to the edge of the Sands, where his two sisters were, and the three of them started play-fighting, obviously kidding each-other around, before finally they went to investigate the prospects of Impression. The Green and Red walked around together, obviously looking for Candidates who got on well, while the Brown walked on his own, this time looking at the males who had fallen out of the line and were standing on their own, or with the girls.

Finally, he came across a small, hunched figure, shoulder-length black hair obscuring his face, and sniffed at him, before glancing worriedly back at his sisters. They looked back at him and bounded over, play-fighting again with him, the Green half-heartedly pawing at his shoulder while the red tried, in vain, to trip her brother up. He dodged her, and she barreled in to a young boy, before getting up and shaking herself off. She and the sister then went back to their walking, clearly weighing each Candidate up.

The Brown returned to peering at the dark-haired Candidate, who was clearly uncomfortable in the bright sun and white robes. He wanted nothing better than to be lurking in the shadows at the back, the young dragon knew it. But he would have to put up with the uncomfortable feeling of being in bright sunlight, being judged, for just a while longer. Just a while.

The boy (Chaeris; the Brown suddenly knew that was his name) got up, seeming to think that there was absolutely no chance of Impressing to any of them (maybe he just hadn’t noticed the Brown? Yes, that was it). The young dragon pounded suddenly after him, yelping,

Ch’eris? Hey, Ch’eris, where are you goin’?

Chaeris – no, he was Ch’eris now – spun around, and found himself face-to-face with a Brown Hatchling, who was looking up at him, a combination of apathetic and worried. Ch’eris bent down and stared his companion straight in the face. The Brown stared back.

“I would never do that.”

Great. Why so serious, though? Seeming to realize that he had forgotten, the Brown then nodded, adding, Oh, right – have a good time, then Loreth; Olorth. See you soon, right, guys?

“What’s your name?” Ch’eris asked anxiously, glancing back at the other two dragonets, who were looking around worriedly for Theirs. The Brown glanced up at him.

Orosieth, Ch’eris’ new companion replied, keeping pace with the human at whose side he was now walking.

Orosieth! Hey waaaaaaaait!

Ah, never mind him, Olorth~

Oh, you found Yours, guys?

Yuuuuuuuup~

Hey, great!

It looked like Ch’eris was going to have to make some new friends.

[/justify] Parentage: NPC Gold . NPC Bronze

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If the name Chaeris was shortened, it would be Ch'eris, not Che'ris. Also, if his brother is five years younger than him, he couldn't have become a candidate when Chaeris was only fifteen. But anyway, I feel like Ch'eris doesn't really have any of the qualities that bronzes look for in a partner. He isn't confident or ambitious or a particularly good leader. Either change his personality, or choose a different rank for his dragon.