Name: Taiver (T'ver)

Gender/Age: female, 19

Rank/Craft: weyrbred, guard

Location: Blackstone Weyr

Relatives/Family: mother green rider Aret, father brown rider T'or, brother blue rider T'bor

Dragon if any: IMPRESSED BROWN NUKATH at Gallimim Weyr

Physical Description: 5'10", 165, all muscle and good to look at that way, padded in all the right places. Very long legs and compact body. Dark brown skin, short black afro hair, very large and pretty brown eyes. She has a wide, round face that is both striking and pretty. She wears snug, dangerously sexy clothing in whites and silvers. Her voice is commanding and sure, like the rest of her.

Emotional/Mental Description: confident and absolutely in control of herself, Taiver is strong willed and very centered. She knows that she must have goals, achieve them and follow through, to really succeed and to please her family. She is sensible about her goals but she definitely plans on riding against Thread. She does have a temper in there somewhere, but so far only a few very foolhardy people have found it. She likes to taunt people with her looks, and many people, especially men, find her somewhat intimidating.

Skills: she is an excellent rider of steeds, and participates in any race she can. Her perception and eye for detail are matchless. She is versed in hand to hand combat, as well as the use of swords, knives and staves to fight. She is a keen shot with a bow or crossbow, but prefers to use a more civilized tact against human foes. She is very organized.

History: brought up in the second generation of dragon riders at Blackstone Weyr. She has always looked to the sky, watching her parents fly, and her brother as well (who was searched and Impressed last year). She shows no jealousy, only pride, in watching them. She will devote all the time necessary to raising and riding a dragon, it is all she ever wanted. However, she knows that perhaps she will not Impress, so she is still one of the better students in the weyr's guardian classes.

Notes and Special Information: Taiver is a truly different kind of woman, she is not attracted to women but she would be an excellent candidate for a Brown dragon if there ever was one. With her strength and stamina for fighting thread, as well as her innate sense of duty, she will ride well whatever color, but Brown is best... It is sure, that what ever color she might impress, she will in fact shorten her name similar to her father and brother, to T'ver, the idea of riding means so much to her.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: she has no pets, but she is very used to being around dragons. She helped her brother muck out his weyr on occasion, and has attended many of the Weyrling classes. Everything she has is arranged around dragon kind.

BACK to Blackstone Weyr

Wandering about Gallimim Weyr, Taiver caught sight of a frantically waving girl, with black hair and a silver outfit. "Ah, great! I know you!" Taiver muttered, and then Jade was upon her. She traded laughs and greetings, and then of all things suggested that they take a look at the eggs on the sands! Without permission, and certainly without a guide? "Don't you think that the queen would mind?" Taiver asked, but Jade was heedless. She ran in, and then ran out again, followed by an angry bellowing! "I guess that means she minds, huh?" Taiver joked. They found adjoining weyrs later on, for when they were able to ride their dragons -- if they were to impress. "I have a good feeling," Taiver said, over dinner. "That I will Impress. I'll bring back a dragon to Blackstone, and I think fighting Thread will bring honor to us." "Well, your family and mine... We have a lot in common. How come you decided to stay with Blackstone and Dawnlight?" Jade asked, and Taiver looked at her rebel friend. "I trust my feelings, Jade. I know that you'll go back to the Protectorate and do the good work that riders do there. I'll do it in Blackstone. It's the same work, you know. And whether you like it or not, we DO have an oath to protect the inhabitants of Pern, regardless of if we like them or not. Right?" Jade sat back, and Taiver watched her pretty pale face. "Yes of course you're right, Taiver. I just couldn't handle the place any more." "Maybe some day soon you'll like it a little better." Taiver said, and Jade perked up. "Really? Have things changed?" "Not in so many words, but they're changing. Getting better. The old ones are getting older and slower, and like any natural cycle, being replaced by better, faster younger leaders. Lord Shore is sitting on the council and doing very well. I hear his daughter is up for Search for candidacy too. And he'll let her go." Jade whistled. "Well, things are changing for the better. Probably some day, Shard will just up and join the Blackstones, anyway, won't he?" "He already is one," Taiver said, "but don't tell anyone." She whispered, and they laughed. "Well, I've had enough politics for one night," Taiver announced, and headed to the kitchen, "time to see if there are any more bubbly pies!"

Taiver and Jade rushed to the sands -- the eggs were hatching! Jade Impressed first, to a green who actually appeared to snort with disdain at Taiver! The dark skinned woman wondered what that was all about? Until... There were several eggs open, lying broken in pieces. There were two dragons wandering about on the sands, a blue bleating until someone came to his side, and a brown of broad wingspan and heavy legs. That brown turned his head toward Taiver, and his red tinted eyes turned quite green. You are the one I seek! He bespoke to her. My name is Nukath. I admit that it is not much, but I will be good for you. My mother insists that I will. "Nukath--" Taiver whispered, and then realized all her dreams had come true! She was to be a dragon rider! And not just any dragon rider, but fighting thread! Certainly, her dragon's color might throw off people, just a bit. But then again, she'd always been proud of herself, her duties to the weyr and all. So this one more thing was making her prouder than she had ever been! She would fight Thread! The way that it was meant to be fought! Upon a fire breathing dragon! "Mother and father will be so proud," Taiver said. Then to the others in the sands, she looked up and announced, "my name is now T'ver! Daughter of T'or and Aret!" Read about the Adult Stage here!