H'del

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• Name:H'del
  
  
• Sex:Male
  
  
• Age:30
  
  
• Position:Eclipse Wingleader
  
  
• Family: father:name not specified - mother:name not specified
  
  
• Personality: H'del is a very bold and patient person, even if most people don't get to see his patient side. He has no reservations and will honestly tell anyone what he feels, for example...he openly flirts with any female rider that he finds intriguing. No matter how uncomfortable it gets, H'del will not stop spouting his truths...until he is either slapped or restrained by his beloved Malloth. His honesty is his greatest weakness simply because he doesn't know when to NOT be honest.
  
  
• History:Like stated above, his family died except for his parents. His father started a hold on the Southern Continent and was very happy to have Hav (his nickname) as a little helper when he was old enough. Their family grew so that Hav had two siblings, a brother and sister.They lived a simple life and supplied their own needs for fifteen years, until the dragonriders came on Search. The dragons came down and talked to Havradel's parents for about two hours before his father came out.
  
  " Now Hav, you have been a great help to your father and I thank you. These riders know that they won't have a clutch for a while, and you may not Impress the first time...but Hav...go with them and become a dragonrider." His father was crying now, and well, so was Havradel but he did as his father said.
  
  It was quite a while before he got his chance. The first clutch was small, too small. It was only about 15 eggs and not good for a clutch in a Pass. The next wasn't much better, but Hav got to stand on the Sands and watch the others Impress and the eggs dwindle. There were only three eggs left, and Havradel was about to give up when the little Bronze broke its head out. In a flash hold-bred Hav knew that the little creature was not able to break the thick shell, he was stuck on the sides of the jagged edges he had made. Hav rushed over and pulled the shell apart to let the dragonet out.
  
  Hav! Mine, my H'del! Thank you for helping me, I'm Malloth! Food? the little dragon said.
  
  H'del never looked back after that, he and Malloth were the top weyrlings in their barracks. He rode in every Fall possible and Malloth was exceptional, yet H'del never forgot where he came from.
  
  
• Dragon name:Malloth
  
  
• Colour:Bronze
  
  
• Age:12

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