<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Character Information</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>G'breal<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>male<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>hetero<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>bronzerider<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fort Weyr<br/><strong>Mother:</strong>Alana, deceased (age 30); Betris, crechemother, Fort Weyr, 60 (foster mother)<br/><strong>Father:</strong>Gebor, journeyman smith, Fort Weyr, 64<br/><strong>Siblings:</strong>1; Borlan, journeyman healer, Fort Healerhall, 34<br/><strong>Weyrmate/Lover:</strong>none<br/><strong>Children:</strong>none<br/><br/>(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/spockzq.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>G'breal is a tall man, at a height of 6'4".  He has a wiry, muscular form similar to an athlete, the product of a lifetime of activity, exercise and a fast metabolism.  He has wavy, black hair which he keeps moderately groomed, but it tends to have a life of its own.  His deep cinnamon brown eyes seem capable of warming any heart and might endeavor to...someday.  He has a naturally even, pale complexion that has no real hope of ever tanning in the northern climes of High Reaches.  He has a rich voice, marred by a slight lisp.<br/><br/>He cuts an almost handsome figure, though his features are so strong they are merely aggressive looking and not particularly noted as handsome.  If he smiled once in a while, it would definitely help on the handsome-and-not-imposing factor.  But that isn't what he wants.  He enjoys the sense of control he exudes through his carriage and demeanor.<br/><br/>His clothing tends toward the dramatic in color and cut, though it does retain some element of utility as he is always dressed for the weather, whatever it may be.  He prefers dark colors, whether jewel tones or black.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>G'breal can be a generally friendly, amiable sort of man.  Looking at him, though, you would never know it.  He keeps a cultured façade of apathetic cold.  He seems to care for no one but Voroth, and tends to keep it that way. He has a dirty sense of humor, that comes out more scathing than anything…again, his effort to push people away is full at work at all times.<br/><br/>He is cunning and ruthless, a schemer--which makes him the perfect political pawn.  He is patient to a point, but when he believes it is no longer time for patience, he will act….on whatever matter is at hand.  He has a brutal temper, which he carries deep and allows to stew.  If one were to get to know him, they would know that the political entanglements he has been snared in (some willingly, others unwillingly) have started to corrupt his mind, leaving him precariously unstable in some instances...something that he variably tries to keep calmed.  Some days, he isn't so successful.<br/><br/>He has a deep appreciation for mechanics, both social and pertaining to his craft, and he is a voracious learner.  Despite his understanding of social mechanics, he tends toward being a loner, and as such has never had any serious romantic entanglements as yet.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Gebreal was born with more circumstance than any newborn could ever want.  The second child of the Fort Weyrsmith and his wife, Gebreal was born a sevenday early and his mother survived his birth by only days.  Left in the care of his grieving father and toddler brother, he was put into the creche system at Fort Weyr and given the care that his father believed he deserved.  Gebreal's older brother was also cared for by the same foster mother, so the boys could grow up together.  Continuing in his craft, Gebor mourned his wife and eventually married the woman who fostered his sons.  They have no children together.<br/><br/>The stability of a family life was not always what Gebreal needed as a child and he soon got into mischief with his peers, forcing his father to sit him down and make him choose a profession.  Gebor thought it best to find Gebreal a place in a craft that could keep his mind busy, and the boy chose to apprentice with the smithcraft.  This decision seemed the best for him, and at the age of 12 he moved to the Smithcraft Hall to begin his apprenticeship.<br/><br/>A typical apprentice, he carried on at the smith hall much as he had at the Weyr, but instead of punishment, he was given more complex tasks to unravel, which kept him occupied more often than not.  Still, his mischevious pranks on his peers did not subside and his teachers had to find extra work for him to do, helping the masons build stone structures.  Their tactic worked--due to his sheer exhaustion at the end of every day, he had no time to think up new pranks, and they could cut back on the punishments that weren't doing any good any way.<br/><br/>At the age of 21, he was the eldest remaining apprentice in the crafthall, others either stating their intention to study for their journeymanship or having moved on to other things.  A cool autumn afternoon found him in the front courtyard of the Hall, slowed on their way to classes by the approach of a pair of dragons on Search.  The smallish green, Feydrath by name, chose Gebreal as her quarry to bring back to Stand for a clutch hardening at Fort.<br/><br/>Thrown into a different kind of life than he's known as a child, the regimented rigor of training as a candidate brought a drive out in him that no one that knew him had ever anticipated.  His turns at the Smith hall had turned him from spindly 12 turn old to a grown man of 21, full of vigor and strength.  He seemed to finally have a purpose that he seemed rooted in and, when he Impressed bronze Voroth less than a month later, his halting progress at the Hall seemed to pale in comparison to his determination to live with his dragon.<br/><br/>He seemed to finally have a purpose...<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dragon Information</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Voroth<br/><strong>Age:</strong>11<br/><strong>Color:</strong>bronze<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Voroth is a mid-sized bronze, whose undertones are a deep cinnamon brown yet there is no mistake of the metallic sheen to his hide. His underflanks and wings deepen into a very dark bronze.  He is particular about his appearance, and is fond of bathing.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Voroth is a serious dragon, not given to much humor.  He is set on his job in life, and lives for that.  What other need is there?  He is no-nonsense, and strict most of the time.  He is not given to talking much, unless he finds the need to do so.  In fact, he is a mite shy, and would rather keep his peace than rattle off about things that the others seem to do, in his estimation.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Crafting Information</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Craft:</strong>Smithcraft - Engineering<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Senior Apprentice<br/><br/><br/><br/>