Fort Weyr

Thick dark black hair lays quietly upon a head with just a bit too much space in the forehead to be considered classically attractive. The cut is rough, leaving some areas longer than others. When hit just right the wind blows heavy strands over piercing dark brown eyes which perch under thick eyebrows matching the colour of the hair. Lightly tanned skin reaches from forehead down to toes, with no obvious scars or other markings upon the skin. Hands and well developed muscles show signs that perhaps this young man is no stranger to hard labour. He stands just slightly shorter than his peers, with broad shoulders tapering down into a medium sized waist. A typical days clothing includes a canvas shirt over loose brown pants kept in place by a wide leather belt.

Hazelon was born in a small cothold near Fort. For the first eight turns of his life he and his parents lived quietly there. They worked in the fields and had very little standing within the hold itself. He had begun showing interest in following his parents rather than beginning a craft when a man named Laris entered their lives. Easily swayed his parents abandoned their position to join him when he began to sweep downwards through the area. Because Hazelon was so young, he was relegated to the secondary family camp. Nominally cheerful he was able to keep himself more or less on an even keel as life in the camp got harder. As time wore on, some of that chipper exterior began to wear down as he attracted beatings when his work was not to par. Sweetness was replaced with an ingrained determination to do things correctly, and avoid physical punishment.

When the final raid on the island was accomplished and Hazelon's parents determined to share Laris guilt, Hazelon was left an orphan and taken in by the weyr. His experiences have left him a quiet teenager, more apt to listen and watch before taking any action. At sixteen he has begun to slowly step out of the shadows and develop a plan for his future. He feels partially responsible for the actions of his parents.

Recent events have shocked him out of the shadows an into the spotlight. After a round of negotiations with Rayathess Haze allowed himself to be convinced to help the young man with his journeyman project. While in the forest they were beset by bandits and Hazelon was caught up with the renegade band after Rayathess was shot by the renegades. He lived with them for several days before killing a guard and escaping. He was caught by wingleader Abigail and delivered back to the weyr. His future is uncertain as he grapples with either leaving Fort altogether to try restarting somewhere else, or stay and ride the wave of untrust and fear that has grown up around him; as well as attempt to find some bridge between his lingering guilt over the Laris band and fear of this new renegade leader- Ustrr.

After recovering fully from his midadventure Hazelon slowly grew less focused on his fear. Enough that when Wingleader Abigail asked him to stand for the small clutch of nine eggs upon laid by Nyalle's Kayeth and Th'ero's Velokraeth. He accepted. During candidacy a poor choice to go seek privacy when on an excursion lead to an attack on a small group of candidates which was thwarted by the timely entrance of the mature riders of the weyr. Th'ero took an arrow for Hazelon, who was badly beaten by Ustrr before the man escaped. Twisted by the need for revenge, Hazelon set to return his candidacy knot, only to be asked to continue for the sake of the woman who had searched him… by the man who took the arrow for him. (Talk about emotional manipulation there.) When least expecting it bronze Kainaesyth flipped the now Ha'ze's world upside down.