Character type: Weyrling

Rank: Weyrling

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Bisexual


Ikalin is not the most beautiful girl one might see, but she rarely lets that bother her. Her hair, while thick is a rather washed out dirty blond color, and she usually wears it braided back from her face. She has light brown eyes, under long, if pale lashes, and she is well versed in the art of batting her eyelashes to get what she wants. She stands a little under 5’5” tall, and may still gain another inch before puberty finally finishes up with her. While not precisely fat, Ikalin has a larger bone structure and an aversion to hard physical labor that tends her towards being slightly overweight. It’ll likely melt off easily enough in weyrling training though.

Her best feature is her devastatingly charming smile and isn't afraid to use it. In fact, personality is very much her most attractive trait.


Ikalin has always been the type of person to be at the center of attention, not because she is a ‘drama queen’ or anything, but just because she is fun to be around. She’s always had an infectious smile and an even more infectious laugh, the kind that encourages others to join in. She’s always been a light-hearted person, with a sharp sense of humor and a gift for storytelling and impressions that have always brought her the sort of attention she wants. She’s well aware that she is no great beauty, and probably never will be, so best to make up for it by being charming instead.

Ikalin is a dangerous combination of very intelligent and very clever, with a quick memory. Lessons of all sorts have always come very easily to her, in just about any subject she’s ever been interested in. Thus, she’s never picked up study skills of any sort, or really even a basic idea of working at something to get better at it. She’s quick to dismiss anything she can’t pick up on right away as ‘unimportant’ or ‘boring’ to cover for her lack of understanding. She’s also not a very physical person, much preferring mental pursuits to any sort of physicality. Weyrling training is not going to agree with her at all, and she’ll complain to anyone who’ll listen about how hard it is and how pointless some of the things they’re learning are, all to cover for the fact that for the first time in her life she is having to *work* at something.

Before coming to Ista, Ikalin wanted to be a Harper, and would have most likely been a very good one, so it’s no surprised that she resents her father for taking her away from that possibility. In fact, she’s never gotten along with her father very well, for a multitude of reasons, the main ones being her lack of what he sees as appropriate work ethic and respect for authority, and because she’s not a very ‘traditional’ girl. She’s put up with countless lectures on her duty to her gender and her duty to the Weyr, most of which she’s let flow in one ear and out the other. She’s very good at listening and making the expected “Yes father” and “I’ll try harder, sir” sort of responses she’s learned L’glin expected and then turning around and doing just what she’d planned to do in the first pace. She’d never had much desire to be a dragonrider, but after being dragged to Ista, she joined the Candidate program just to piss her father off more, since there wasn’t a gold egg, and she knew he wasn’t fond of female riders.


Birthplace: Fort Weyr, 8.436.3.25

Ikalin was born and raised at Fort Weyr, and very much wishes she could have been a normal Weyr child, raised by her mother and/or the creche workers with a distant dragonrider father. Unfortunately for her, her father is L’glin, and thus she’s never quite been able to squirm out of his attention. She grew up trying to avoid him as much as possible, and learning to tolerate and ignore his obvious disapproval of her most of the time. It helped that at a young age she showed great talent for music and the exact sort of quick wits and love of stories that were vital for a successful Harper. She studied under the Weyrharper at Fort for several Turns, until he pronounced her ready for transfer to Harper Hall, for a formal apprenticeship.

But L’glin was against the idea from the very start. Ikalin was a child of the Weyr, she should grow up to serve the Weyr, not run off to the Halls. Besides, he liked female crafters no more than he liked female dragonriders and he was not going to have one of *his* children disgrace him like that. Still, Ikalin might have made it to Harper Hall eventually if the call from Ista hadn’t come when it did. L’glin came barging in to her room and told her she had an hour to pack, they were going to Ista. If she’d had more time, she might have been able to throw herself on the Weyrharper, or even the Weyrleader and gotten permission to stay, but she didn’t. So she was hauled off, unceremoniously to Ista Weyr, being lectured the entire while about how she needed to know her duty as a Weyr citizen and give up these foolish ideas of being a Harper.

She tried to point out that was better that being a delinquent like I’lya. It didn’t help. After all, for all her younger brother’s faults, he was still a boy, and a dragonrider at that which apparently in L’glin’s estimation made it a completely different situation.

So Ikalin reacted like most teenagers would. She sulked. And she joined Ista’s Candidate program just to piss her father off further. And then she sulked some more. When she stood on the Hatching Sands, she never really expected to Impress, and she was in fact mostly thinking about how she could go to Ista’s Weyrharper, and see if he’d continue her training when Beaspyth practically danced up to her and threw all her plans into disarray.

Not that she’s complaining. The little green is a bundle of energetic fun. Screw what anyone else thinks, they’re going to be the best pair ever!



Father: L’glin, rider of bronze Basrath
Mother: Seamstress Imaye (@ Fort Weyr)
Brother: I’lya, rider of blue Terith

Ikalin's Dragon: Green Beaspyth

Dragon Name: Beaspyth

Colour: Green
Age: >1 Turn
Weyr of Origin: Ista


If you thought her egg was bright, wait until you see Beaspyth. She practically smacks you in the face with colour, her hide a bright, lime green shade that is almost garish next to some of her more muted siblings. She’s almost fluro in her eye-catching glory, drawing attention wherever she goes with sheer searing colour. To make her even more noticeable she has spots, patches of green so dark it’s almost black, splotched here and there across her hide. They are large areas, but there aren’t many of them, and there is no blurring between. These colours are separate and bold lines are maintained.

Other than the colour Beaspyth is no great beauty. She’s rather average really, a little small in size and with her body all proportioned. She’s not really muscled, tending to be more fleshed out. She’s a healthy young green, not overly strong, but she’s got some meat on her still. She’s not about to blow over, that’s for sure.


As if her hide wasn’t attention grabbing enough, Beaspyth is hopelessly addicted to the dramatics. Every misfortune is a grand drama, every success warrants a huge celebration, every altercation an epic battle between good and evil. She’s a very expressive dragon, making sure everyone in the vicinity is aware of the tale being played out before their eyes. Her clutchmates and then her wingmates are her fellow cast, the Weyr is her stage and really once Beaspyth gets going, stopping her becomes increasingly difficult.

For all her dramatisising however, this little green has plenty of pluck. She’s a big damn hero thank you very much and if anyone tries to throw their bullying weight around, or look down at someone, she is going to charge right in and defend the hapless sod with all her gusto. The same goes with threadfighting, she is an extremely talented flier, and is absolutely dedicated to the cause. She will probably drive her rider mad with her insistence on safety, strap maintenance and equipment checking. No way is she letting her celebrated career end because of faulty equipment. I mean…that is just embarrassing…am I right?

When on her own, Beaspyth imagines her future battles, sometimes even re-enacting them, without taking off of course. They are epic contests, good conquers, evil is vanquished, and she reigns supreme. These little encounters are probably vastly entertaining to her fellows, and worth watching.

However Beaspyth’s dedication to threadfighting ends at…well…threadfighting. Drills she will be lacklustre at, and won’t put effort in at all. Classes during Weyrlinghood…she’d much rather sleep now…wake her up when the fun stuff starts will you? Beaspyth is the poster child for the dragon who does what she wants, when she wants to. Otherwise…well…good luck trying to get her to work properly. She’ll just be up on the Rim, or on the beach…snoozing.
And if all that wasn’t enough Beaspyth tops off her high maintenance sundae with a healthy dollop of sass. She’ll answer back, bicker, tease, retort…you name it and she’ll do it, just to be difficult. Her rider will be hard pressed restraining her habit of mimicking instructors or superiors when giving instructions. She’ll imitate their stance, their gestures, and generally be rather rude. When she mocks, she is snarky, imitating sanctimonious classmates with superb mimicry. She’ll get their inflections, their gestures down, a perfect imitation. If only she would put as much effort into working!

In all, Beaspyth’s rider will be hard pressed to keep a tight rein on this feisty…and dramatic little green.

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