Q'vel
Caramel macchiato richness sweetens the boy's keen visage, colouring smooth skin underneath which youthful muscles fill out the swell of calf and pattern his upper body into one of strong, sleek capability. His face is that of sparkling innocence hampered by a rogue's flirtatious charm, what with those brown-velvet eyes atwinkle and lips spreading into a smile full and fair, further character suggested in his largish nose and the eloquent possibility of eyebrows' dark half-circles. Ah, but the vanity apparent in short-shorn hair's immaculate state is tempered by the insinuating arrogance held in his perfect, priceless hands.
Way back in yonder days, Qevwel's family was from Ista, a fact which abruptly changed when the only child born to a set of 3 workaholic brothers decided to take off and join the continent. The line continued, however, and spread out over the central part of the continent as that only child reproduced in excess: Igen, Keroon, Telgar, Lemos and venturing into western Bitra. Qevwel's grandparents were part of the troupe who settled in western Bitra -- thereby acquiring both a taste for gambling and a gambler's boisterous sense of self-confidence, which has since bred true.
From these grandparents came Qhizzel, who met up with a local Holdar lass -- Vewenna -- and went through the usual motions before marrying her. Quickly on the heels of this came Vezzav, their first son. After a succession of other children -- Heweinn and Zlevenna -- they produced Qevwel. No storms gathered or masses of firelizards hatched, but he did manage a pretty big yell before settling into life.
From there he grew, along with his two young siblings Naqheev and Vhelwie, enjoying a comfortable existance, helping with the hold he lived in, and taking up the family hobby of raising Keroonian Herding Hounds. At 14, his parents decided that he would follow in the footsteps of his sister Zlevenna, and join the Herdercraft.
He joined the Craft alright, though he progressed very little due to a lack of effort and/or studying. He was Searched for Benden Weyr's latest clutch after not too long a time, where Candidacy passed with a whirl and suddenly he found himself on the Sands.
Qev was positive he'd Impress, a fact which he made no effort to hide. Egg after egg cracked, however, and everyone around him Impressed -- but not him. He was distracted by a shiny bronze hide when suddenly he found in front of him --
Lhysaith
Clarity vies with bright Caribbean blue to cast this dragonet's tightly-muscled frame in glimmering waves of sun-spangled brilliance, washing back across husky shoulders and wideset hips before frothing fleetingly down his thick tail. His chin and belly are polished to a faint shine by the dusting of sand-white that beaches upon his large-taloned paws; above, spacious wingsails fade into thin frosted lazuli, sheltering the feral striping that falls along his rump and banded tail and lays dreamy lines of moonbeam silver against an otherwise warmly tropical hide.