Golden locks, curly and wispy, fall down just past his ears, gently sway in front of Vidiryleko's blue, oval shaped eyes. A finely boned face seems chiseled out of stone: a pert nose, a mouth that tends to be seen smirking, and a strong chin jutting out at just the right angle. Signs of adolescence still cling to his body, arms and legs a bit gangly, but slight muscle tone can be determined in some areas. A rather good looking man, he could be called dashing in looks. With a medium build, not too large or too small, he appears to be a wonderful male specimen. Until he gets close. Standing at almost 5'4, on a good day, Vidiryleko is vertically challenged.


Vidiryleko is the only child of the union between a Smith journeyman and a Weyr nanny. Due to his fathers craft, the small family had to move around, always being posted in this area or another, so the chance of siblings was never meant to be. Due to being an only child, he was dotted upon, spoiled even, as they moved from place to place. Finally, his father, seeing his son become more and more rotten when it came to interacting with other children in new areas, demanded to get posted in one last area in an attempt to fix his only child's social issues.

With a home to call their own at Igen Hold, Vidiryleko grew up to become a decent member of Pernese society, for the most part. He tried his hand at apprenticing as a Smith, under his father's instruction, but found he had no aptitude for it. Instead, his mind was always wondering to all the pretty girls of the Hold who walked on by his father's study. He watched and waited for the day that he would be noticed by any one of them. His looks took shape and more eyes started to get drawn to him. As years went by, there was one last thing he needed to be the object of affection: Height. But at 16 turns old, the growth spurt still had yet to occur, while his group of friends seemed to shoot up like flowers all around him.

Annoyed at his lack of height, Vidiryleko declared to his loving parents that he needed to go off and become a man, one way or another. And where best to do that than at a Weyr, where his life had started. So on his 17th turnday, with a tearful goodbye on his mother's part, he took off to Igen Weyr, to stay with one of his aunts and try his hand at whatever job seemed the toughest.


Name Relation Location Position


Gold Lady Luck
The pot may call the kettle black, but there has never been such a kettle as this one. Though her lowers limbs might be nothing to look at, a matte kind of burnt umber to give the illusion of a well-burnt copper kettle, the color that explodes along her equator is truly a work of magic. A surge of brilliance, the hammered appearance of a thousand golden coins all stacked upon one another, the metallic gloss along the supernatural currency made all the more spectacular by a rainbow's glitter that takes up in a a fairy-like dusting along long, ethereal panes of delicate wings. Each tiny vein, each fleck of deep ochre and sparkle of sunlight yellow conspire to create a golden creature of magnificent beauty, so finely crafted that she only be the creation of the unseen, magical forces of the world.

Blue Distracted
Slender and overly long is this wraithlike blue firelizard, right from the overly narrowness of his face down to the whiplike tail that ends in a fork so small it barely appears to exist at all. There's something sinister appearing about him, be it his rather viperlike appearance or the inkyness of his hide that borders on a blue-highlighted black rather than a very dark navy. When he stands, it is with his long and limber spine arched, wings always half unfurled to show the voidlike shadows of his membranes supported by long, thin, bony fingers. Even his eyes are elongated and narrow, lending to a scheming and wicked appearance, even when they glow bright blue or green.

Blue Spazz
Turbulent blues of a storm tossed sea and those of the sky above have been shaped into a small blue ball with glowing eyes. His legs are wrapped with dark green weeds while his stomach and chest are composed of the near-rotten hull of a majestic ship lost at sea. His wings, wide and dark, are swept by a chaotic and wildly fractured bust of neon-blue lightning which begins at the base and dissolves upon contact with the outer edges of the sails.

Green Aloha
A tender creature, this firelizard is fair of form and light of build, like a fragile sculpture made of tinted glass that could break with but a breath. Strength comes in many forms, though, and though gentleness reigns in the eyes of this firelizard, tenacity and courage are not to be missed in the sparkle of the faceted surface. Her overall hue is the soft blue-kissed green of turquoise, smooth as a polished stone, with only a few veiny flaws of a brighter, purer green to make sure her true coloring is not mistaken for another. Wingsails are soft and fine, translucent and gauzy colors of a pale seafoam green, a color that also dips the end of a neatly forked tail and petite headknobs.


Spear of Lightning Bronze Shidenisseth
Slender and nimble, this dragon has not an ounce of flesh to spare. Pale bronze hide is stretched tight over sinew and bone, rippling with silvery highlights when the whipcord muscles flex beneath the light-kissed skin. The wedge-shaped head, which rests atop his long neck, holds an intelligent cant to narrow muzzle and tall eye ridges, and mischief quirks within whirling eyes. Gold dusted neck ridges dance gaily along his spine, disappearing behind silver-stroked wings formed of translucent smoky sails stretching tight between lightning-streaked spars. The long, serpentine tail, lined with tiny golden ridges, never quite manages to sit entirely still.

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