Rank: Candidate/Lord Holder's Son of Telgar Hold
Craft and Rank: None Yet
Location: Fort Weyr
Derrick is a handsome boy he took his mother's good looks to heart. He's got deep dark almost black hair with soft brown eyes that hold mysteries of his youthful existance. He's about average hovering in around the 5'11" mark and muscular having more of an athletic build. His body is rather marr free, having an easier life than most. Though he has the standard scars from childhood that can be expected of an advertous boy.
He has a charming smile that spells innocence and joy, perhaps the one defining quality of the boy is his intellegence, and quick wit rather than physical qualities. He tends to be a face easily forgotten, or one well remembered. Depending on the person and of course the reason
Tinkering tends to be something the boy does, mostly because his step mother treated him unfairly leaving him in his room for hours on end, he is good at picking up things nd making a good use out of it, enhancing his step sister's toys and things of the like.
The boy is not scared of much, but has an acute fear of hieghts, which has only been recently discovered when he was searched. Perhaps this is merely because the boy is just not used to it yet. Either way he almost fell off the dragon. Not a good impression.
He is charming and witty, knowning how to maneuver through a sticky situation with grace and eloquence. Something many hours of grooming to become the next lord holder has taught him. when he is with his close friends, and family he is casual and tends to throw aside his teachings for a more relaxed view. However; when he is in public he tends to be more resevered, as though censoring every word to ensure minimal effect and of course no offense to anyone.
He was just a boy, a boy that barely remembered what his mother looked like. As he stared up to the sky and watched the stars dance above he wondered if she even cared to remember him. Derrick was normally a cheery sort, but tonight after being screamed at by his step mother and demanded he stay in his room he was left with nothing but the silence of the night.
He had been well informed, from the time he was a young toddler, that the Lady was not his mother. He knew she didn't truly care he could tell by every time she hit him, or screamed at him. He was reminded that he was merely a bastard child to a rider his father barely talked about.
Derrick was 15 when he finally learned the truth about his mother and his family. He knew his mother was the weyrwoman of Telgar Weyr, and desperately wanted to seek her out. But couldn't until he was old enough.
Recently, around the age of 17 he sought out his other family and was surprised at the welcome he got. His mother and her current mate took him in with open arms. He stayed there for some time, and it wasn't until his grandmother, Sakura, had arranged for him to go to Fort Weyr with H'lee due to the current clutch on the sands.
R'alras step father
Lord of Telgar Hold father
Lady of Telgar Hold step mother
Rhia half sister
Riala half sister
Darias half brother
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