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Name: Hana
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Weyrlingmaster

Appearance: Hana has shoulder-length, slightly curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. She posesses a very angular bone structure and a rather unathletic appearance. The left side of her body bears threadscore scars, though most are cover by her clothing; the only visible one is a thin vertical mark on her jaw, about half way between her chin and ear.

Personality: Hana is a good-natured woman, but can be deadly serious when the situation calls for it. She takes her responsibilities and duties seriously, but she also believes that one has to play as well as work. Hana has become a remarkably strong believer in this theory ever since she was injured during threadfall. Another recent change to Hana's personality is that she has become more noticibly self-depreciating and insecure.

She always enjoys gatherings and parties, but typically drinks more than she should. Hana can drink quite a bit, but she quickly throws her inhibitions out the window; this typically allows her to do plenty of stupid things before calling it a night—or in the worse cases, passing out completely.

Hana has a soft spot for children, which she realizes might complicate her newrole as weyrling master. She doesn't want to be too tough on her soon-to-be charges, but she also knows that if they aren't trained well enough, the blame will lie on her shoulders alone.

History: Hana grew up in Telgar Weyr. Her father was a bronzerider and her mother a cook in the weyr's kitchens who died giving birth to Hana. As a child surrounded by dragons all her life, Hana wanted nothing more than to grow up and impress a gold dragon. However, life rarely goes as planned. Hana was indeed chosen as a canadate during her fifteenth turn, but her life took an unexpected turn when a brown dragon scrambled over to the gold candidates and face planted right at Hana's feet. Though he never said as much, Hana suspects her father was disappointed in the color of dragon that impressed on her. Hana, on the other hand, quickly became attached to her new dragon.

Hana's life took another unexpected--and much more tragic--turn when thread began to fall again two turns ago. Hana's father was one of the riders killed in the first half-expected threadfalls. Barely another turn had passed before Hana herself was injured during a threadfall. Somehow she survived, but her left side still bares the scars of threadscore, and she walks with a limp in her left leg.

After spending most of the past turn recovering, Hana was assigned to assist the then-weyrling master in training the new weyrlings. When he recently stepped down from his position, Hana took over. This next clutch will provide the first weyrlings that Hana has been entirely responsible for on her own.

Hana carries a cane most of the time, though she really only needs it if she has been on her feet all day. The previous weyrling master confided in her that she might use it to beat some sense into her charges if necessary, but Hana hasn't decided whether or not she could manage that.

Pet(s): None

Other: Hana gives goldriders the respect they are due, especially weyrwomen; however, her attitude is usually colder toward goldriders than most other dragonriders. Those close to her might recognize this as a bit of residual resentment--both because of her childhood wish and her thread injury.

Hana stood on the sands with the other gold candidates, her hands clasped as tightly as she could manage behind her back. The heat rose unreleantingly from the sands; Hana could feel it through the soles of her sandals and even through the light material of her candidate's robe. But at least it was a distraction from knowing she had lost all feeling to her tightly locked fingers. Despite her discomforted, she did her best not to move a muscle; she didn't want to disappoint her father, after all.

"Don't fidget."

That had been the last thing the brownrider H'dar had said before giving her a gentle shove toward the other candidates and making his way to the stands. His manner was gruff, but Hana knew he wanted the best for her, and he didn't think that the gold egg on the sands would impress to a nervous wisp of a girl. That was why she had to do her best to appear calm and confident.

Hana was so focused on being still and not making a specticale of herself that she didn't even notice the first egg had cracked until she heard a murmur pass though the stands behind her. She craned her neck, frantically looking for the egg that was causing such a commotion. A bronze snout and claws were sticking out of an egg far across the sands. In a matter of mere moments, the egg had been forced neatly in half and the newly hatched dragon was on it's way toward the nearest cluster of candidates.

A good omen, or so her father always said. Despite what many might assume about the serious man, he was terribly superstitious. As more eggs began to hatch, Hana looked back toward the stands easily locating her father where he had forced his way through the crowds and as close to the sands as he could manage. He was nodding knowingly. Hana knew that he was already convinced it was a sign that Hana would Impress well. She only wished that she could be so confident.

"Ah!"

"Look!"

"The queen egg!"

Feminine voices squealed all around Hana. A crack had appeared in the side of the golden egg. Hana herself was silent--in her excitement, she could barely force herself to breathe, let alone utter any sounds. Be calm, be calm, Hana chanted to herself. She was completely unaware that she had unclasped her hands and was currently using them to twist the front of her robe in a motion that followed the rhythm of her mantra.

The girls to each side of Hana began to move forward. As the space between the group of candidates decreased, Hana felt herself being jostled about between the other hopefuls. Under normal circumstances, Hana might have easily kept her balance, but distracted as she was, Hana stumbled and fell before she could force her stress-tightened muscles to move to catch herself. She could feel the heat rise in her face. How embarrassing to land on her butt in front of such a large crowd! But her pride stung much more than her rear end; Hana managed to push herself off of the ground without much trouble.

As she brushed the sand off of her robe, something landed next to her in the sand with a foomph! A little brown dragon was sprawled out on the ground, it's face half buried in the sand.

"Poor thing," she murmured. Really, Hana knew better than to get too close to a hatching while it searched for its lifemate--getting in the way often meant getting seriously hurt--but at that moment the only thing that seemed to matter was helping the dragonet.

All the other sounds around her were drowned out by her own rapid heartbeat. Hana took his forearms in her hands and urged him to his feet. Hana could feel an odd sensation building in her stomach as she took his muzzle in one hand and wiped the sand off of his face with the other. The sensation spread throughout her body. This wasn't the nervousness from before; this was something different. Better. Even though she had finished helping the hatchling to his feet, Hana couldn't step away. One of her hands was still holding on to the dragonet's arm; she used the other to softly caress the ridge above his eye. So soft! The little dragon closed his eyes and hummed softly in a tone that she could feel along side her heartbeat. A voice as smooth as polished stone announced in her head, My name is Larth.

Hana laughed out loud; she couldn't remember ever being happier. Still beaming, she looked back to the stands, where her father had been seated. He would be so proud that she had impressed such a beautiful brown dragon! But his face was still the practiced blank expression that meant he was unhappy, and his eyes were on the little golden queen being lead off the sands by a young girl who was smiling widely but had tears in her eyes. Through all this, Hana still hadn't let go of Larth, but he plucked at her robe with his free claws and crooned sadly. Sad because she was sad, Hana realized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you, Larth," she blubbered, knowing it was the truest thing she had ever said. He was hers and she was his, and nothing else mattered.

H'dar (formerly Hendar) -- male -- rider of brown Eneth -- deceased 2758, 1st Turn of the 10th Pass

Hibiki -- female -- half-sister

V'ris -- male -- played by the exclusive

Ichidou -- female -- played by Seta Ichidou --acquaintance