ACTING WINGLEADER C'BOLT

Persona : C'bolt
Writing Status : NPC/Free
Gender : Male
Age : 28
Rank/Craft : Acting Wingleader IIW/URFT, Wingsecond IIW/UFRT, Bronzerider
Residence : Ierne Island Weyr

Physical Description : C'bolt is quite a tall man at about five foot eleven. His dark hair is kept short because when it gets long it curls vigorously, which really annoys him. His facial features are quite comical, and he can pull a variety of unusual expressions to entertain people. When he is angry, his face tends to twitch. His eyes are dark brown, almost black in colour, and sparkle when he laughs. C'bolt's shoulders are broad and his arms muscular. The little finger on his right hand is missing following a very unfortunate incident with thread.

He would appear to be a very fit young man to anyone who saw him. Unfortunately, his love for alcohol is beginning to somewhat enlarge his belly. His legs are quite short in comparison to his torso, making him look slightly odd when he walks. Although from description he seems very good-looking, many women find his looks more amusing than attractive.

Personality : C'bolt is a very sprightly young man who, despite his appearance and some of his actions, is actually very quick in the head. He does have a habit of jumping ahead of the flame, which can either impress or annoy people. Although C'bolt often thinks ahead of himself, he always stays calm and in control if there is a crisis, which has proved useful in the past. He tries to take a very positive attitude towards life and tries to enjoy every moment as best he can. He hates it when other people are upset and tries to cheer them up whenever he can with his amusing nature (which in actual fact isn't particularly amusing, although he thinks so). He has a strong character and manages to act happy, even if he is depressed deep down. He makes friends easily, but underneath he is actually quite shy and finds it hard to talk to women so he has only had one serious weyrmate and that was many turns ago.

Life Story : C'bolt was born in the back of a trade wagon in the middle of an intense tropical storm. His mother, spouse to the leader of the train, was caught off guard since the birth was unexpected so soon - the baby was several weeks premature. His parents named him Cabolt even though it was deemed unlikely that he would live. Although premature, he survived the first few crucial days of his life until the wagon train reached a small cothold where he and his mother left the train so that the first few months of his life would be safer. When his father's train passed through again six months later, Cabolt and his mother rejoined them. Half a turn later, his mother became pregnant again and later gave birth to a second son.

As a child, Cabolt was always small and sickly. He was pale and thin, no matter how much his mother tried to feed him. Cabolt was the type of child who was always ill and cold, even in the height of summer. His short arms and legs were frail and weak. His father gave up on his eldest son from the moment he realized that the slight child of ten turns would never be capable of taking over the train when he was too old to run it. Instead his father spent his time with his second born - a strong, strapping lad who despite being two turns younger was a good head higher and far broader. Cabolt found himself shifted around the train doing whatever light, menial work he was capable of, whilst his brother sat at the helm with his father, learning the ways of trading. Cabolt soon began to hate the wagon train that had been his home for so long.

The one task he did enjoy was helping to look after the very young children of the train. Though not Harper quality, he knew his ballads well and often helped the old Aunt of the train to teach them to the young. When he was thirteen, the old Aunt retired from the train, opting to end her days living in a Southern Holding with one of her close friends. With her departure, he had to look after all the children of the train; it soon became his only job. But Cabolt didn't mind - he enjoyed it much more than any of the other trivial tasks he used to be assigned. It also helped give him confidence after his unhappy childhood.

When Cabolt was fifteen turns old, his father's wagon train passed through Southern Weyr. His father liked to trade with the Weyr. They paid well, and he enjoyed drinking and socializing with the riders. One warm summer evening after the train had arrived at the Weyr, Cabolt sat on top of the hind wagon and watched the dragons spiral and dive in the air around the Weyr, the brilliant orange rays sparkling upon their glistening hides. He had watched the dragons for a couple of candlemarks when suddenly a sprightly young Bluerider approached the wagon. The rider announced that his dragon had decided that Cabolt was destined to stand for the eggs on the hot hatching sands.

Cabolt was ecstatic at the news - a chance for him to really be someone and do something useful! He rushed to tell his parents at once. His mother was overjoyed by the news but very sad that he would have to leave the train. His father merely grunted that he could do as he wished since he was little use to the train anyway. He had little faith in Cabolt impressing. The boy packed up his few belongings, and the next day he watched the train pull slowly away down the track. Without reserve, he turned and walked into the Weyr.

Sevendays later the clutch of eggs began rocking on the sand. He stood back nervously and watched the eggs hatch as other candidates pushed forward, trying to gain the attention of the little dragonets. Suddenly realizing that there were only a few left, he walked cautiously forward towards the ring of remaining candidates. The circle suddenly broke, and he jumped back when a clumsy bronze dragon leapt out of it. Before he knew it, he was sprawled on the ground, the dragon on top of him. The little dragon looked down at the terrified boy, whose face suddenly melted as their eyes locked. The dragon stepped off the boy, crooning softly. The bronze nudged the frail boy to his feet, and C'bolt hugged his new lifemate tightly to him.

Over the next few turns, the frail boy was transformed beyond recognition. His face brightened, and his pale skin began to tan. His once frail figure became broad, and he shot up in size nearly as fast as his bronze, Iblith! When his father's train returned to the Weyr a turn after C'bolt's impression, his father beamed at him, tremendously proud of his eldest son for the first time in his life. C'bolt finally felt complete and settled down at the Weyr, making a lot of new friends.

His pleasure at teaching the young also found a place at Southern Weyr. After completing his Weyrling training, he flew with the Weyr for many turns before deciding to train as a WeyrlingMaster. Over the next five turns, he saw two groups of Weyrlings through their training, loving every minute of his work. However, after the second group, he suddenly yearned for a change of scenery. He wanted to meet new people and go to new places. This was a sudden ambition for someone who had always been at the same Weyr, but nevertheless he saw it though. Having heard of a vacant Wingsecond position at Irene Island Weyr, he at once requested it and was accepted. He said his goodbyes and mounted his bronze, setting off to find a new home at the new Weyr.

Dragon's Name : Iblith
Dragon's Colour : Bronze
Dragon's Age : 13
Sire and Dam : Transfer (Southern Weyr)
Age of Rider at Impression : 15

Dragon's Description : Iblith is not an enormous bronze, but he is not small by any measure. His hide is supple, and it gleams and sparkles in the sunlight. It varies in colour from a light shiny bronze on his back to a deeper bronze on his legs, tail and underbelly. Like his rider, Iblith appears almost comical in appearance - his long wedge-shaped head has an almost grinning look about it.

Iblith's wings are broad and have a long span even for a bronze. His body is reasonably streamlined except that his overly long tail and legs do make his flying seem a little awkward. Iblith is a very healthy dragon despite being a little out of proportion. He has only one scar from threadfall, which is a series of short lines down the side of his neck caused by the same clump of thread that devoured C'bolt's finger.

Dragon's Personality : Iblith is a very proud dragon; he likes to be kept beautifully clean, and this takes up a lot of C'bolt's time. Iblith is endlessly hungry and feeds very often, despite being a fully mature bronze. After being scrubbed down, there is nothing Iblith enjoys more than showing off his splendid, clean hide and flying skills to the greens at the Weyr, which is embarrassing for C'bolt since he is shy around women.

When Iblith isn't showing off, he is a very helpful dragon. He enjoys teaching the Weyrling dragons how to do things as much as he likes to play with them. He loves to advise and criticize whenever he can, always trying to make things better. Iblith is usually able to help C'bolt with important decisions when his rider cannot make up his mind.

Last updated on 2-Sep-04.