Name Pronounced: Bif
Appearance: Bif is a bit of a funny looking kid. Crueller people who get to know him like to say its cause he’s inbred or something, but he just hasn’t grown into his features properly yet. His dark brown eyes are a little far apart and his nose sometimes seems too big. He has thick lips, but not the sexy kind the girls want to kiss; they just don’t look quite right yet. He’s at a stage of perpetual little growth spurts, but none of them seem to want to match up so far. His saving grace is a mop of shaggy brown curls that fall around his face just so and are pretty enough to make the girls go ‘ooooh’. Lucky for him.
Personality: The fact that he’s often underestimated is often something that saves Bif’s ass when he gets himself into trouble. Which is all the time. He resents the Weyr and isn’t afraid to say so, especially after seeing how sharding easy the Weyrfolk have it. Breaktime? *Rest* days? For real?! He may have been the smallest and least responsible of his family, but he’s known backbreaking work every day of his life and he scorns the lazy lifestyle of Weyrfolk. Shells, if he didn’t work he didn’t eat! Even when he earned it he still often had to fight off a swarm of older brothers and cousins just to get a share of a meal or a warm place to sleep. He isn’t afraid to lay into anyone he hears complaining about chores or how ‘hard’ the Weyr is.
History: Bif came from a struggling farm hold that had too many mouths to feed and girls that weren’t pretty enough to get much when they were married off. As the youngest, Bif had a rough time growing up and quickly grew an attitude that could make up for being the least useful and possibly least liked member of their family. By the time he was born there was less joy in having another son and more worry about how they would feed him. There was an overall feel of ‘let the littlest ones work it out for themselves and if they survive good for them’. It wasn’t an especially loving atmosphere, but Bif found things to like in life. He learned to enjoy the hard work that make him stronger and he grew to love the siblings that would tolerate him. He was especially close with one brother who was kind enough to try to make sure he got some food and didn’t freeze in the winter.
Information about Bif's dragon
Dragon Name: Zorrth
Wing (Weyrling Group): Thunder Flame
Personality: Not a particularly large brown, Zorrth’s lean body is built for agility and speed, rather than stamina. The majority of Zorrth’s hide is a uniformed medium shade of brown, however from his rather large headknobs to just below his eyes is a very dark shade of brown. A shade dark enough that some people who didn’t know better might swear was black. Other than the colouring on his face and his overly large headknobs the thing that stands out most about this brown is his tail. Longer than normal, and a great deal thinner as well, Zorrth is often flicking it around at quick speeds and if he’s not paying attention to where he is when he is flicking it he’s liable to hit something. Depending on what he hits his rider may find himself needing to clean up something that broke or comfort a dragon who hurt his tail whacking it against a wall.
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Information about Bif's hold
Hold Name: Unknown or unnamed
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