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Name: Li'tt
Age:31
Nameday: 3545.08.27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Who knows
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Minecrafter - Gemcutting and Polishing
Physical Description: Li'tt is tall and lean, but strong, with a leggy build. He has violet eyes that are narrow and sharp. His blond hair is cut short in the back with longer and uneven locks framing his face.
Personality: Li'tt has seen the bigger picture since he was a boy, and done everything he could to cut away at the edges to it would be exactly what he wanted it to be. While he wasn't blessed with a lot of access to the kind of knowledge one would find in a book until later in life, he'd soak it up just as quickly. However, he sees his intelligence more as a tool, rather than a part of himself, and only pulls it out when he needs to use it. Which gives those who haven't met him the impression he's more like his dragon - raw enthusiasm.
Li'tt is a very passionate individual, liking things whole-heartedly. On the flip side, things he doesn't like, he also dislikes whole-heartedly and Faranth help him, don't they know it. Li'tt's fuse may not be the easiest to find, but when set off, it goes off quickly and he will absolutely have a fight about it - he'll stage a whole production if he has to in order to get the point across. While he doesn't have many enemies at this time, those who are absolutely know it - and it is not a bone he is about to let go anytime soon, apologies be damned. Any who don't, are in denial about it.
For those who aren't on that (very short) list, however, Li'tt is a man to have in your corner when you're in a pinch - he will help out without being asked and even in the worst of disasters. He won't drop someone just because they, say, just got into a whole load of trouble with the Weyrleader and are currently being ostracized for it. He follows through with his oaths of loyalty through thick and thin.
Positive Trait List Intelligent, Passionate, Loyal
Negative Trait List Aggressive, Short Temper, Grudging
History: Liofatt's family in Nabol is one of those few that seem to have come out alright - his father worked in the mines of his own will and did well enough to support their family so that his wife could stay at home and take care of their three sons. It was a comfortable enough life, even if it seemed to a young Liofatt that the roof was very low for his future. He'd be a miner, by his father's standard. It guaranteed a future and offered the stability the family got to appreciate, even if it was rough solely from the locale. However, Liofatt knew one thing to be more true about the mines than anything else: They killed people.
This was true in the fathers of friends who never came home, or just the general gossip of it as a punishment for debt. The idea of any of his brothers going down there worried the boy - so he made a plan early on in his youth to get out of Nabol. He'd not be another mouth to feed, so his family would be more secure if anything got worse. It was a solid plan - one that he and his father fought about quite a bit until Liofatt at least agreed to pick a facet of Mining. So when he was old enough, he went to the Crafthall in Crom, training instead to deal with those goods that left the mines - to make them worth something. The irony that this relied on those who risked their lives didn't escape him.
He was fairly good at it too, returning to Nabol where he'd gain plenty of experience in his chosen craft. He'd spend 3 turns home in Nabol after his training with his family, though making sure he didn't encroach on his father providing for the rest of them - and unintentionally becoming a third parent to both of his brothers.
Until the option of a dragon was presented. He'd jump at the chance and what it offered. But that first clutch he was Searched for had little more than curious freshly hatched faces that moved on. Same with several to follow. Liofatt would be at High Reaches for 2 whole turns before his future would arrive, eager and ready for him.
While the breaking of shell was an entirely elegant affair, the dragon inside of it....would lose all elegance nearly immediately upon getting his feet beneath him. The blue would rush a few of the boys, most of which had the sense to duck out of the way, only to cheep with confusion once he passed them by. Liofatt couldn't help but note that the ducking for cover seemed to be the opposite of what the hatchling wanted.
So he stood his ground when his turn came - and had the wind knocked out of him for it, as the little blue seemed to be unable to execute his planned stop and turned both of them into a pile of limbs.
Yeah! Again! Wait, let me go get a better start this time - I promise I'll actually stop this time! The little dragon wiggled his way out of the pile, ran several yards away, then reenacted his entire charge at the young man - this time throwing himself at his feet. That was better, right, Liofatt? I'll do it however many times I need to - as long as you'll be Mine!
Liofatt would be severely told off for not getting out of the way while his ribs - 2 of which had been cracked - were checked after the whole affair. He had no reason to avoid his Vuurth! It's fine!
Unfortunately such incidents would pepper their entirely Weyrlinghood, with Vuurth jumping into the fire while Li'tt jumped in after him with the proverbial extinguisher to keep them out. But such enthusiasm was hard to not be noted - at least, that's what Li'tt thought. He was certain that's why their first Wingleader chose them.
He was also certain that was why when Threadfall returned, he and Vuurth were one of many who would find themselves relocated between Weyrs to help get fighting wings back in shape. Vuurth was simply enchanted by their assignment to Western Weyr, and eventually the pair would make it a permanent stay.
Fortunately before a certain bronze told off a certain clutch of eggs and set fire to everything.
Other: One of Li'tt's brothers will be written by Uta! The youngest brother will be written by...somebody!
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