Name: Karane
Gender: Male
Age: 29 Turns
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Rank: Gold Wher Handler / Wher Master
Appearance: Karane, since his maturity, has always had that "rough, rugged" look about him. His dark, black hair falls in waves to his shoulders, the semi-curled locks occasionally pulled back when he's working. His eyes are a dark, hazel shade. Though, in the right light, they seem almost gold. His skin is a faded tan, naturally brown by birth but has lost the rich color from his duties. A number of small scars are randomly scattered across his body, due to small fights he'd gotten himself into when he was a small child. A rough, circular scar encases his upperthigh, a bit from a wher(see history).
Personality: Karane has, and forever seems he will be, a lone wolf. He has grown accustomed to being alone, as he had been all his life. His rugged appearance and mysteriousness about him make him seem difficult to approach. But upon closer inspection, Karane's just a socially awkward man, with a soft heart. He cares for most living things, his precious canines (and his beauty Karansk, of course) included.
History: Karane was alone, since as long as he could remember. His true parents had been the result of a fling, and his mother had left him abandonded on a cottage doorstep in the middle of Keroon. Sure, he had adoptive parents, but they didn't do much in the way of raising him. He had, basically, taught himself his values. When he was about nine, he was introduced to his first canine, a small white by the name of Snow, and fell in love with the species. From there, he felt the aching in his world. Something was missing.
It wasn't long into his 14th turn that he first caught a glimpse of a wher, a squeaky little green. He'd fallen in love with it, as much as he had canines. Only, it had taken him longer to track down clutches, and several attempts failed before he was invited to a winning attempt. Though he had taken too long in picking his egg after the golden mother had presented him with her eggs. She had snapped forward, taking a good bite on his upper leg. The youth had howled in pain, snatching an egg and bolting out of there as quickly as he could.
He nursed the bite wound over the next couple weeks, making sure to care for his egg as needed. Until one night, it began to crack and spill, the contents tumbling out, literally, onto his lap one night. He was so busy, feeding the creature and blooding it, that he never bothered to crack the glowbasket to see what color it was. He fed her well throughout the night, as she nursed from the cut on his arm he had made for her.
As dawk cracked over the settlement, and the small creature crawled into his arms to sleep, a name was discovered in his mind, that had not been there before.
Karansk.
He reached up slowly after he'd made sure the newborn was asleep, gently cracking the dying glowbasket. His eyes were rewarded with a dark, golden hide. He smiled brightly, shutting the basket as he settled down for sleep.
Karansk had little trouble for the next few sevendays. Although she did have a little trouble getting used to the new canines Karane had purchased, for their protection during the daytime. However, when someone ripped open the heavy curtain during the day, blinding the small creature and sending her into a screaming fit, the canines tore at the intruder, as Karane rushed to return the darkness to the small room. From that day on, Karansk seemed to realise the canines weren't as bad as she thought they were. Though she didn't like it when Karane petted them.
For the following turns, her growth into adulthood went on without a hitch. She had her first run when she was three turns, and has since sent her rider on a wild ride with their strong bond. Although their bond was never as strong as a dragon and rider's, the whole experience had been startling to the man. Most of her suitors had been wild whers, and her clutches had been few in numbers.
Karane hadn't enjoyed his hold life, and was relieved to be told he was to transfer to Telgar Weyr. Weyr life was where it seemed to be. Plus, there would hopefully be less wild whers, hopefully. However, a few days before they left in their caravan, Karansk surprised his yet again, as she ran once more. She was caught by a rather large bronze (most of her other catchers had been small bronzes, large browns...), and was happily gravid by the time they were to leave.
Pet(s): Grey/white female canine, Ezilia; Black male canine, Fillin
Other: He heard a weird rumor someone spread that he was raised by canines. Other then that, none.
Wher: Karansk
Age: 12 Turns
Color: Gold
Appearance: Karansk is on the shorter spectrum of gold wher sizes, making her muscles seem more stocky then she truly is. Her thick hide is a dark, rich brassy gold in coloring. Strips of the more-known polished gold run from her spine, and dwindle as they reach her underbelly. Splatters of a champaign-like color splash up her legs and tail, coating her wing membrane and speckling her underbelly and muzzle. Her wings have small rips and tears, never-healed damage sustained when she was young.
Personality: Since her hatching, Karansk has been a snob. She seems fully aware she's special, and can get away with certain things. Like nesting in her Bonded's clothes, when she was little. The only one she's ever sweet and nice to, would be Karane. She's always had complete love for him, and follows whatever he says. But anyone other then Karane, and she'd quickly try and snap your fingers off. Though, Karane's been working on socializing her more. Surprisingly, she gets along well with , though. But because they saved her(or, at least her eyesight) once.
Other: Upon arrival to Telgar, Karansk is gravid with a clutch. :3
