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Date Posted: 19:47:04 03/31/05 Thu
Author: Uamaro; Lemeak; Finlaur; Geonen
Subject: My male Candidates, with a female on the way later.

Name - Uamaro (oo-uh-MAHR-oh) (I think it would shorten to U'maro.)
Gender - Male
Age - 20
Skills - Uamaro can cook a fine meal, and is often in the lower caverns, whipping up dishes for off duty riders with the drudges. His brute strength is something of a skill. It's come in handy a number of times in the past. He's also very subservient, which various leaders find useful. Though it may not appear it, Uamaro has a gorgeous bass growl, which can sometimes be heard floating from the kitchens at night.
Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. After some conversations with various riders, talking about Impressions and their dragons, Uamaro decided he could try to Impress, himself. One such rider, a Searchrider, thought he'd be able to do it, and could help out quite a lot adragonback.

Uamaro is built solidly, to say the least. A bear of a young man at 6'5", though weighing easily two hundred pounds. He has limbs like tree trunks, oozing with corded muscle that he'll lazily show off, when he feels like it. He's unusually dark of complexion, bearing olive coloured skin. This is coupled with deep, dark eyes and hair, which hangs limply to his chin, tucked behind either ear and bearing no bangs to speak of. It's pretty thin and ruly, though he's considered shaving it off just to get it out of the way. His features are chiseled and a little hawkish, though most people don't notice the face, being too preoccupied with arm and chest. Along that note, he is a fond lover of sweets and bubbly pies. This can be discerned by the slightly bulging belly. Despite it's slight flabbiness, his stomach is still rock hard. Uamaro also tends towards laziness, unfortunately. He enjoys to sing and cook, but he'd rather lay himself out on the sunny beaches, dabbling his toes in the surf, and just watch the firelizards nesting around him as he drifts off to sleep. Uamaro is extremely helpful when he's motivated (or ordered), always sacrificing his own time for the welfare of others ('Here, you look tired, let me sweep the cavern.' or 'I can wash the dishes after you, don't you have a son? He'll be wanting you back by now.') He feels that the more work he does, the more justified his laze-time is. The problem with this is that he's also sensitive, and gets easily confused by mean or spiteful behaviour. And, also, the hard and simple truth is that he's not the brightest glow in the basket, though he's far from 'dull'. He never shows much of an interest in girls, though he doesn't show one in men, either.

Name - Lemeak (leh-MEEK)
Gender - Male
Age - 17
Skills - Lemeak is a healer, and is always on duty looking after sick riders, their dragons, and even their firelizards. He knows what he's doing, but his snide face and conservative nature lead many to think him a sourpuss, and they aren't so fond of him.
Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. Lemeak honestly doesn't know why he's going, other than a passing suggestion from a bluerider he'd worked on for a while. It was the common though of the other healers that a dragon, especially a green, might cheer him up and help him discover himself.

Lemeak is a rangy young man, waspish of face and sneering of expression. Though it looks like something is perpetually stinky around him, it's merely a quirk. His hair falls in fluffy, pale blonde locks about his head, with prominent, sectioned bangs in the front, with the rest combed close to the skull. It isn't very long, but it's soft. Both eyes are cold hazel, slightly mixed with a pale grey, giving them the look of moonlight on mossy wood. Lemeak hates eye contact, though, and you'd be lucky to catch a direct glimpse of those eyes, set in that thin, delicate, pale face. The boy's not *very* tall, but nor is he short, standing at an average 5'7". In all truth, he's more withdrawn and to-himself rather than outright bitter. He has a very fluctuating personality, and is on his lower level very confused about his true nature (sexuality, morality, philosophy, etc). Lemeak has difficulty being sensitive towards other peoples' problems because of this ignored internal dispute - he watches out for himself, but he won't let his healing talents go to waste. This is why his healing talents are limited, at the moment. He can cure a body of its illness or bruises, but can do little for a patient's traumatised or aching mind.

Name � Finlaur (FIN-lawr)
Gender - Male
Age - 23
Skills - Finlaur is all about athletics. He was a runner, and is an expert on his feet. He's healthy and able to work for very long hours, though he's poor with his hands themselves.
Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. After he came to Benshing Island, Finlaur didn't know what to do with himself. Back on the mainland, runners were good to have aplenty, for sending messages between holds and Weyrs, or alerting them when Thread began to fall. But Benshing Island had the majority of its population located in the Weyr, where news traveled like wildfire, making his work all but obsolete. Most everyone was a rider, as well, and he thinks that if he Impressed he might be of more use as a messenger.

Finlaur stands at an even six feet of tanned, toned, muscle. His proportions are just right � though his legs are a spot on the long side. Admittedly, Finlaur spends a lot of time basking on the beach to keep his lush golden-brown complexion. He�s almost warm to the touch. His face is sculpted, and neither fat nor skinny, bearing two warm green eyes that are oft alight with pleasantry and laughter. Thick, wavy locks of copper-orange are worn long, yet clasped into a little tail at his nape. He greatly enjoys his hair to say the least. Finlaur, overall, is vain. The little ruffle in his tunic? Straightened out. One thread out of place? Snipped it. Perhaps this is due to his desire to appeal to the opposite gender. Indeed, he�s a ladies man, perhaps enjoying the company of women a little bit *too* much. Finlaur overall is enjoyable to be around. He cracks jokes regularly, and is sometimes regarded as a bit of a chatterbox, and he doesn�t ever seem to take the hint to shut his lips. All humour is open to him � violent, bawdy, sexist, whatever it takes to get a little chuckle from someone. This side of him is the bad side. He�s a seeker of attention, no matter the cost, and has almost no sense of dignity.

Name � Geonen (JEE-oh-nehn)
Gender - Male
Age - 15
Skills - Working with fabrics and thread is Geonen's specialty. He used to work in the Weaverhall as an apprentice-to-be (he was very young when the storms hit first hit). He also knows a little bit about carving and blades.
Candidate for Shrineth's clutch. He basically thinks that he can do his work as a rider, and simply thinks that a dragon might help people think better of him. Also, if he Impresses one, that�s a friend that will never ever go away.

Geonen is repulsive to many people. He�s rotund, as his work doesn�t call for much physical activity, and is jibed at for it. Sand-coloured locks are curly and close to his skull, darker at the base, and hard to keep neat. His fat little face is a moony, pasty circle, with two small, watery, baby blue eyes squinting in the center of it. He seems to always have a cold, so he snuffles constantly, and he�s always just a little too warm, so his pale cheeks are rosy, his wide forehead is sweaty and zit-covered, and the edges of his large ears are pink. Geonen stands just over five feet, so his unattractiveness is coupled by a short height. Truly, though he may be fat compared to the lean workers of the Weyr, he�s not *too* overweight. He weighs around a hundred and sixty pounds. Unfortunately, this is all flesh and little muscle. Geonen�s repellent appearance is enough to give him extremely low self-esteem. He thinks very very little of his weaving talents, even when he�s complimented, though he continues to work them for it�s the only thing he can do well. His despicably unwavering modesty is his outer shell, and it drives many people away in frustration. When someone manages to break through and tolerate it, Geonen becomes a much more pleasant figure, but extremely clingy.

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