N'shin's life history, as short and uneventful as it is, can be summarised fairly swiftly.

He's the second child of his mother, Bahra; he has a half-sister, Laulerren, who was one of the "wild oats" grown by his mother in her wilder days. Four years after Laulerren was born, Bahra met Nerwyld, the fourth and youngest son of a well-to-do, but small, Keroonite holder. A year later, Nimooshin was born, and thus began his unexciting entrance into the world.

His childhood was ideal; Nerwyld was somewhat of a woodworker, and made a small profit off of his wares, while Bahra's status as an ex-Weaver Apprentice lent her enough skill to suppliment their income and allow the small family to survive, particularly with the good graces (and occasional monetary donations) of Nerwyld's father and mother. Nimoo and his sister rarely went without, were raised with a decent set of manners and values, and though they had the standard pinching-and-kicking fights with each other, by the time Laulerren took it into her head to be a stablehand at Keroon Hold, they had formed a tight and comfortable sense of kinship with each other.

After Laulerren left for Keroon, 10-year-old Nimooshin did his best to imitate his older sister; he hung around his hold's stable, pestering the Stablemaster, Shazwyn, for tasks to do until she finally got the hint and began to show him the less-strenuous aspects of keeping a runner happy and a stable clean. By 12, he was somewhat of a "Junior Stableboy", and though still short for his age, his chubby little-boy frame was starting to become more muscle than pudge.

At 13, he decided that he was old enough to leave home and start his career. His mother and father humoured him as far as the Herder Hall, where he applied and was accepted, being apprenticed to Jaclyn. He spent several Turns at at the Hall, eventually moving from student to full apprentice, but his plans for further ascension were foiled by Lzi and D'baji, who showed up one day on Search and decided that he was their target.

After the initial glamour of being in a Weyr wore off, he realised that he hated being a Candidate: he hated doing drudge work, he hated not being able to visit his Hall, and he hated saluting. But he stayed a Candidate, for the chance to Impress a dragon.

Hatching day came, and he watched dragon after dragon Impress, and stayed relatively quiet during the rather chaotic hatching. After all the eggs had hatched and most had found their mates, a lone brown dragonet was left on the sands, and that dragon just happened to walk up to Nimooshin and declare:

Pygaroth
A dragon long and lean, built upon lazy lines is he -- rich mahogany trips over the easy cant of his head, rubbed dark over headknobs and expressive browridges. It lightens along the sun-kissed arch of his neck, catches light and dark against the reedy, wiry musculature of forelimbs and chest. His wings are wide, over-reaching; edged in olivine drab, their rich brown serves as canvas for a riot of color: patterns within chaos, vermillion over crimson, palest peach splashed with sangria's bloody glow. Along his haunches, only traces remain -- dark red over dark, olive-tinted brown, smudged and forgotten in color's passage from head to tail. His tail is long, as well as deceptively agile -- darker, shinier brown that none the less still bears the impression of being lightly dusted with dirt.

Nexia
Summer's sweet sizzle sweeps warm and vibrant over the sultry lengths of the bold gold body, fracturing like light through crystals and casting a bedazzlement of rainbows down across her form. Above, wide wings are teased by bright citrus hints, tangerine twining with wingspars and spilling down to cap each perfect, pointed neckridge. The shores of her paws are smudged with a silty, sooty black, rubbing up against her elbows and emphasizing the elegant contours of her slim limbs.

Nenias
More grey than true bronze, even the aged appearance of this fine lizard can do nothing to diminish the majesty of his presence. Swirling eyes stare icily out from a chiseled countenance, arrogance etched in every line of his powerful form. Shoulders are broad, hips are narrow, and his tail is long, viciously whip-like. Wings are tucked against his body unless agitated or in flight, their darker hue lending to the impression that they are, indeed, a cape. Perhaps not a god among insects, he is, at the very least, the master of his peers.

Niyul
A pale bronze in comparison to most, this one is no less masculine. If anything, there is a hint of elegance in the shade, carried well by his upright bearing. The light hue is accented in spots by vivid lines of minty green, darkening along the wing spars and in a leaf-like splash across his chest.

Neevy
Awash in earthen tones of sand, silt, and rust, this chubby being is wrought in little more than tubbiness and wide-sailed wings. Above, silt soaks up the cooler colours that may venture partway along his spine, while the whisper-soft pondering of his wide feet is bedecked in the glittering sand that contrasts his rusty hide's unparalleled glory.

Nyaia
Spritely tones of irridescent clover cling to the soaring curves and taught angles of this slender firelizard, glittering over the finedly-honed sweep of her wingsails and trailing a faintly golden sheen down the darker forest hues of her spine. Kohl powders the wicked curvature of her talons and bats flirtatiously at each pointed wingtip, skimming over her sleek physique and settling at last upon her pointed tail.