Player: Darren Hunter
 Name: C'aranth
 Age:  25
 Height: 5' 11"  Weight: 185lbs

Clothes
Usually a black doublet 
Black trousers with knee high boots.
A silver knife hangs on his belt with a silver hilted single edged rapier. 

He has a black cloak and wears it when necessary.

Weapons
A long spear like a boar spear but made for dragons.  Thinner and stronger
point for slipping under the scales.  The silver rapier made by his father,
a folded steel blade. Crossbow/ballista.  It is about the length of a leg
and is mounted into the ground.  It is for shooting dragons.

Skills
Blacksmithing 
Writing
Dancing
Riding
Playing the pan pipes

Weapon skills
Fencing and sword technique
Spear and staff

Personality:  C'aranth is quiet and withdrawn.  Usually speaks little and
when he does, he feels it must be said.  He has lost the touch for tact and
is very blunt.  A long time of thinking it didn't matter what you said it
would be twisted anyway has made him coarse.  C'aranth has a real soft spot
for the underdog and will look out for those who can't seem to keep
themselves above the water.  He is a basically good man, just sees allot of
things in black and white, and not everyone will agree with him on what is
black and what is white.

 Appearance:  C'aranth has long black hair with red tips, it is braided
with a leather cord down his back.  He has a dark gaze that falls from two
moss green eyes.  His skin is dark which makes his hair seem darker.  He
has a set look, never looking happy, or even sad, just looking.  He wears a
black ribbon around his neck with a silver coin attached to it.  And has a
silver earring in the shape of a dragon in his right ear.  He wears black
always, not a stitch of color except for red.  Scars cover his left arm and
a long one runs down his leg, but the arm and leg are always covered.

History:  C'aranth was born in the Epion Warren to a young scholar and a
weaponsmith.  His father, Cole Bladesmaster, made weapons for the Dragon
Riders.  His mother, Ariel, wrote books and cataloged history.  His mother
made sure he was raised with the education needed for a writer, and his
father made sure he knew how to defend himself.  He loved them both and
thought there could be no one he loved more.
      Until one hatching in his warren.  He was present, and was to be
presented to the dragons.  When he was a fiery red hatchling took to him
and he joined with it.
      He watched Berainna grow, and felt something more then he had felt
with his parents.  It was strange to be bonded to a female dragon, but
everyone knew it could happen.  He and Berainna would spend allot of time
away from the warren together.  He often wished he could be a dragon with
her.  And knew she felt the same for him.  "Longing" the dubbed it.  They
felt more then the other riders from what they gathered.  And at age 20 he
was still not interested in other women or men for that matter, just
Berainna.  He could sense the confusion it caused and he pulled farther
away from the social activities in the Warren.  
      Berainna never took to the mating flight either, which also created
stress in the Warren.  Not because she could have children, just the others
felt it wasn't natural.  Because most of the Warren felt this way C'aranth
and Berainna drew closer together, because there was no one else to confide
in.
       When C'aranth was 23 a metallic green was born, and joined with no
one.  Green metallic queen took off and she took several of the males with
her. 
The warren was really upset.
 Dragonriders were sent out to watch them, to make sure they were kept
safe.  They soon found out she had other plans.  The green queen started
attacking dragon riders on patrol.  Well organized strikes with the males.
      C'aranth and Berainna were out on patrol when they spotted one of the
dragons that had left.  A gray and yellow dragon, young and unbonded,
Haveran was his name.  Berainna and he followed him down a canyon.  The
canyon opened to a bowl where several dragons waited in ambush.
      The first attack took Berainna to the ground where C'aranth
dismounted and helped to fight.  The fire was hot and searing, burning most
the hair off C'aranth.  But with his father's lance he struck out at the
beasts.  They descended on Berainna with their claws and tore at her. 
C'aranth could feel every claw and tooth.
      His left arm was cut, and slightly charred.  He charged into the
dragons and plunged the lance into a black male.  A loud roar was heard on
the canyon wall as the male fell.  The Green Dragon alighted to the floor
of the canyon.  He knew he had killed her mate and waited for her.
      The other dragons backed off as she approached.  He propped the lance
under one arm and waited.  She reared and landed on him digging a claw deep
into his leg.  He thrust up, and landed the lance in her eye.  He guessed
the pain was great, but he didn't kill her.  She left him, just whipped the
lance out of her eye and left, the others followed.
      C'aranth crawled to his dead friend, and wept.  The hole was forming,
the empty.  But he felt it fill up, with rage, and hate.  He wanted them to
pay.  He reached into the body of Berainna and pulled out her heart.  It
was still whole, but unmoving.  He carried it back to the warren, limping
and caked in blood.
      After months of healing his body he was walking again.  But the hole
was still there.  He left for a week and returned with two dragon heads. 
He carried them to the warren.
      The Warrenlady knew that it was a matter of time before the wrong
feeling lead to C'aranth getting beaten, or doing something himself.  The
Warren Doctor suggested he be moved, and the Warrenlady agreed.  The riders
already distrusted him around their dragons, after seeing him kill two,
even if they were unbound.  And the rest of the populace had a feeling of
"he deserved it" for his strange behavior anyway.  The Warrenlady decided
someplace far from C'aranth's past would be the best.  Someplace a land
bound Dragon rider could serve.  She sent him to the Cleft Warren.
C'aranth has found his new life at the Cleft Warren a challenge.  With new
people and new ways he knows he has to change his way of thinking.  But
change is something C'aranth has a very hard time with.  But change is what
he must do if he is to survive.  The pain of the loss of his dragon still
haunts him in a real way, his dead dragon still speaking to his mind.  And
he narrowly missed his chance to lay the ghosts to rest for a woman he is
sure he cannot be with.
	Renata has stirred up parts of himself that he thought were dead.  The
banished rider, and one time enemy, has taken a very deep and special place
in his heart.  He knows it is love and hates it because he knows she must
leave the warren where his life is.  He doubts he can stand to lose her
after just finding some life in himself again.
	His friend Nikol has also given him reason to change.  He sees the man as
a younger brother, or almost a son.  He is newly joined and will have to
know how to take care of himself and his dragon.  The man has courage and
C'aranth admires that, now he just needs the skill, and he plans on giving
him that skill.
	He likes the Nomadlands.  The vast wilderness lets him ride for an hour
and he is free of every other living person.  Vast amounts of land with no
body in them, it gives him a place to turn over his thoughts that have sat
in the back of his head to long.  And he is finding it like a mulching
pile, rot and decay in the things he turns over.
	He knows he is to change, but how can you change from what has been
keeping you alive for so long.

Darren Hunter
korzad@lgcy.com

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