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P'rru is around 43 turns, and a recent addition to High Reaches Weyr. After a stint as watchrider for a hold outside of his native Igen Weyr, the one time stablemaster, was transfered to the furthest place from the Igenese deserts- the cold, chilly, rocky clime of High Reaches. Not fully acclimatized (alas he never will be), the brownrider has found himself a nice weyr above the lake and a huge circle of friends here. And then there's that business about being promoted to the rank of Wingsecond to the Mudslide Wing, a position that was /made/ for Purr. Straight-laced, down to business, dutious and polite, this is one brownrider who won't see the funny side and who'll never ditch those dastardly chores! Yet he is loyal to a fault, uncompromising and honest. A breath of sanity in the whirlpool of craziness.
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| Done by Zia of HT. Bewt! |
Here's what the old man looks like :~*An age has seemed to sweep his face, those lines of scaring and ruggedness so attractive in his youth now just signal the passage of time. Inherent wiley strength is noticeable in the stringy'ed muscles of his arms and legs, broad back and vaulted chest. His 6ft height is reduced in obviousness by his unconscious slouching, shoulders rolled forward combined with a loping step. His features, chiseled from a rock now weathering away include a narrow nose that drives from between spikey eyebrows and hazel eyes, almost out of place in their brightness perhaps a window to his usual guarded self. Cheeks are sallow, his complexion pale, suprisingly plump lips drawn into a determined line. Light brown hair is efficiently cut short to fit under a riding cap,peppered with greying flecks- a testament to time. Dapper, dashing, handsome. Wow, someone has taken the time to /really/ dress Purr, and they've had taste enough to make him look oh-so-good. First on the list is a deep mahogany soft leather jacket, so long that it sweeps around his ankles as he walks. Next is a dark plum-black shirt, collar pressed neatly, buttons so shiney they sparkle as they march down the exact centre of his chest; and it accompanies those ubiquitous leathers, wherhide trous classically cut in a thigh hugging line a dusky chocolate colour.Impudently residing on P'rru's shoulder is a spunky little green MoniqueBean. A double cord of ebon black and navy blue twist into a single loop with a long tail, silver threaded within it. Purr is a wingsecond of Mudslide, and proud of it, an even ribbon of chesnut brown winding through it to represent the 'bag of bones' lifemate.*~
For a look at his dragon, Dsalth, head to the next page! |
