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| Belrien |
| Birthdate: n/a |
| Position: Journeyman Herder |
| Dragon: n/a |
| Craft: Beastcraft |
| Journal: http://belrien.burningskies.net/ |
| Played By: Gaspard Ulliel |
Description
Nothing much to look at, him: he stands a reasonably sturdy 5'9, no wealth of muscle or lanky angles here. Unruly brown hair seems always just too short to tie back, instead pushed by impatient hands out of the range of gray eyes. His features are severe in a narrow face, long-nosed and thin-lipped, sharp jawline softened by the perpetual shadow of dark stubble.
Though it's clear that his clothes have seen better days, every effort has been made to keep them neat. He wears a plain linen shirt, tidily patched at the elbows, and brown pants that nonetheless have hems run ragged beneath the heel of scuffed leather boots, the laces of which at least are clean.
History
Belrien is 21, a journeyman herder - his family owns a modest cothold in the desert, maintaining a small herd of the Igenite runners which double as bloodstock and transportation, but he never took particularly well to the family trade. When he came of age he was sent off to the Herdercraft, where he led a generally uneventful tenure, until he finally attained specialty in the craft, breeding and training the sleek long-legged hunting dogs bred for working the desert. He's been posted at Igen Weyr for the last half turn or so, not earning himself any popularity with his temper and his tongue.
Hooks
Despite being a native Igenite, Belrien clearly views his posting to Igen as the closest thing he could get to a demotion while actually walking the tables, and is not hesitant to let people know of his displeasure regarding this relocation. Then again, Belrien is only very rarely ever hesitant to let people know of his displeasure regarding anything. He's known mainly for being cantankerous beyond his years.
The only things that really seem to make him happy are dogs. While he's content to work with the Weyr's stock herding dogs and terriers, he's particularly fond of the long-legged hunting hounds bred for the desert. His two favorites (both transplants with him from the main Hall) are Cleo, a black and fawn female, and Hob, a smooth-coated red male better known as Fatty. He's not above staging races as leisure and time permit, though he's a stingy gambler on anything besides his own dogs.
