*Note* Hatchling, weyrling and adult stories for all four of the companions will be the same. They will be copied four times over with the corrisponding dragon at the top, but they will still all be the same story. Yes, I know that's the lazy way out but -what can I say?- I'm lazy.
*Read Kassander's stats!*
*Read Dalmar's stats!*
*Read Ischashei's stats!*
*Read his story!*
Name: Vack Age: 37 years Height: 4'5" Weight: 94 lbs Eye Colour: brown Hair Colour: brown Occupation: fighter Pets: f'lizard: rainbow Est Sher Bonded at: Ryslen Weyr Dragon's Name: Pyajeth Colour: horned copper Age: adult Appearence: Vack is as stout and sturdy as any dwarf, only just come into adulthood. The square beard hedging his thick jaw has been growing at irregular times for nearly two years. Perhaps only two or three inches long, Vack cares for the wiry growth of hair with all the vanity of a high lord. Uneven waves of brown hair hang around his muscled shoulders, mingling with the line of hair that grows back from his chin and upper lip. A ruddy, roundish face peers out from the layers of messy locks, round nose and pink cheeks giving him a cheerier appearence then his constantly frowning lips. Small, dark brown eyes are lost beneath bushy brows, twinkling in the darkness whenever the dwarf smiles. His clothing consists of a toughened, black leather vest overtop of a loose, pale brown cotton shirt. Thick, leather pants tuck into his knee-high work boots, strong enough to keep out even the bitter chill of the mountain climate. All this is covered by a shaggy, gray- haired cloak, matching the shaggy, gray-haired cloaks that cover Dalmar and Kassander. Only Ischashei's sleek, white furred cloak differs from the others. Vack's double-edged battle axe rests in a leather sling across his back, exposed to the winter chill but easily at hand for whatever danger confronts the group.
Personality: Having grown up around the strong-willed, fire-hearted Terra, Vack has become a natural leader. His fierce attitude stems from years of working alone in the Dwarven Underground, carrying on the work that Terra had left behind. Being forced into a position of power as he was caused him to drop his timid, respectful air and steel himself into a young man, wise beyond his years. He still gives Terra the utmost respect, but acts like any other rowdy dwarf around his friends. Vack is quite proud of the growth of beard that dots his jaw. He considers it a symbol of his adulthood and is vastly insulted when anyone, like Ischashei, asks how he glued the rabbit fur to his face. Though the unanimously voted leader of the group, Vack has no troubles voicing his complaints to Dalmar. Since the noble, young knight is the only one willing to listen to his curses and mutterings, Vack sees him as a close friend. Kassander, on the other hand, seems to delight in annoying the dwarf; as does Ischashei. The young adventurer is quite overwhelmed with the idea of dragon riding. Even more so since his former mentor now riders a duo-winged beauty. Imagine his amazment when he finds out he might be bonding one of Cali's unique children...