Doll by dolldivine

Name: P'mint (formerly Paremint, no not peppermint, though it might as well be)

Gender: Male, Human

Age: 21

Origin: a wine-making hold

Height: 5'10"

Build:Average in height but round, he looks a little like a younger Santa Claus especially since he prefers wearing red

Skin:

Hair: medium shade of brown and quite wavy as is his neatly trimmed beard

Eyes: round eyes, a light blue

Personality: Jovial and outgoing, P'mint has long since given up on bringing Trushoth out of his shell. He prefers to spend his nights chatting and partying with other people, but occassionally he'll stay behind to keep the brown company

History: what exactly do you expect a vintner's son to be like? He knows secrets of brewing that would be quite valuable if he had not been Searched. Even then, he always prefers to check the taste of any given wine against what he knows to be 'the best'. There was always something going on at the Hold, and he was in the thick of it ever since he could remember. Far from being the snooty Holder's kid, like he knew several others of his generation had turned out to be, Paremint enjoyed himself but never at the expense of someone else having a sour time. His motto, tried and true, is 'no sour grapes!'

He would have been content to inherit his portion of the Vinyard, or even just the money from some of it. But then the search riders came along, and shook every grape from its vine. Literally: it was almost harvest time and they'd come flapping so hard that half the grapes in question fell into their baskets without anyone having to look at them funny.

Even though Paremint was found by a sturdy, large brown dragon, his attitude is far more fitting to a blue or even a green - so some say. He's not meant to be a flight leader, but he may very well serve the Weyr in a higher form. He's got a great memory for rules and charts, probably because of his days estimating ripeness and weaving among the long vinyard lanes looking for the right grapes to pluck.

Trushoth is such a sullen thing, but a reliable dragon none the less. He always comes to his rider's side or aid, hardly ever asks for anything in return - but always gets praise from the young vintner turned dragonrider. Far be it for P'mint to insult his dragon or even be disappointed in his lack of socialization. As long as he proves himself in the skies, that brown is as good as the best vintage wines on the shelf.

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Name: Trushoth
Race: Pernese Dragon
Gender: Male
Color: Brown
Size: 34' long
Parents: Gold Yuneth x Brown-Bronze Halth
Abilities: Telepathy, Teleportation, Assisted Firebreath
Personality: Trushoth is an extremely quiet dragon. It's actually not uncommon for him to go days without saying a single word. Whether this is due to shyness or an antisocial personality is a mystery to everyone but P'mint. He never says anything deliberately rude, but his uncanny stare can come off that way.
Bond: P'mint

From: Sedona