MacralanName Pronounced: MAHK-ruh-LAHN Appearance: Tall and lanky, Macralan has dark hair that looks raven black when wet and eyes the color of the sea on a sunny day. His hair is kept short, maybe an inch long at best, which helps when he’s diving with Kos or other dolphins. He’s always got a ready smile since, to him, life is good if short and there’s no time to be upset. There are wrinkles in the corner of his eyes already from him smiling so much and his teeth are a brilliant white. Macralan’s body is very well toned from his craft time though he doesn’t show much muscle. Personality: Carefree and happy are the two best words to describe Macralan. He doesn’t mind bad weather since it gives the dolphins extra enrichment in their play and makes the plants grow. Angry people have a reason to be like that and just need someone to talk to. Death just makes way for new life. These are the primary philosophies he’s learned over the Turns and most of them are thanks to his time with the Dolphins. He loves his silver friends and will talk about them in great detail to anyone who asks. He’s a caring man and will give someone his full attention if they need it, ceasing his seeming lackadaisical fluttering about to ground himself for that person. History: Born 7.1 in Tillek Seahold, Macralan’s entire life was always about the sea. His father was a seacrafter and his mother mended and made sails, and Macralan was taught how to do both. His favorite game growing up was swimming races which he was fond of organizing with his friends and any other kids who came visiting. He’d like to say that he always won but he didn’t. That didn’t upset Macralan, though, as he just showed a grand pride in whoever did win. Information about Macralan's pets Pet Name: Kos Pet Type: Dolphin Appearance: Coming in at a nice average of 600 lbs and 13 feet long, Kos has a textbook appearance for dolphins. His hide is a silvery grey with darker grey lines down his melon and a dark grey shading on his rostrum. This can make it a bit difficult at times for Macralan to find him when he’s diving deeper and Kos likes to use that as an advantage in play. He’s fast, but would rather do complicated flips and tricks than swim-sprint. Personality: Kos has the same verve for life that Macralan does, finding everything a game as most dolphins do. He’s fond of playing tricks and finds joy even in looking for dead bodies in wreckages. He knows he can’t eat them, but it makes the humans grateful and that’s what matters. Kos enjoys doing flips and complicated mid-air tricks but can indeed sprint swiftly if he has to, or if there’s a race. Second Pet Name: Macralsk Pet Type: Blue Wher Appearance: : It looks as though there is something wrong with Macralsk, and there might be. He's incredibly small, the size of a small green, and sickeningly pale. Only the vague blueness to his hide gives tell to the fact that he's a male as well as a blue. His claws are a darker blue that stand out against his pale hide as is the bottom of his tail. Macralsk is quiet and prone to stare at people rather than react unless Macralan is involved, then he's right there with his handler. Personality: Miners would be jealous of Macralsk's abilities. He's got an uncanny ability to sense danger and predict when a disaster would occur, though he can't tell what will happen or exactly when. The best that Macralsk can do is "something" and "soon" or "later". He stares at people to try to sense if something will happen with varying degrees of luck when it's unprompted. If someone actually asks him and is open to the idea, then Macralsk has a better chance of finding something if it's about to happen. Some find his abilities as creepy as his appearance but really, Macralsk is just a sweet boy who wants to help. Information about Macralan's craft Craft: Dolphineer All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© Anne McCaffrey 1967,2005, all rights reserved, and used by permission of the author. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with permission. Use or reproduction without a license is strictly prohibited. |