Portrayed By Simon Nygard
Aliases Jae, Hero, That Jerk, *expletive*
Gender Male
Place of Birth Ista Weyr
Current Location Fort Weyr
Status AAR - Avoiding All Responsibility


This boy is in the lower end of his teens, and is of average height. Atop his head is pair of industrial style goggles, occasionally used as little more than a headband, and often times is accompanied by a simple black knit beanie. His hair, as dark as a raven's wing, has overgrown and curls obstinately at the back of his neck. Eyes are a distinctive golden brown with flecks of sapphire, framed with dark lashes, and are set on either side of a long narrow nose dotted with the freckles of his youth. Lips are full, the bottom one pierced with a single stainless steel loop towards the left corner. His body is markedly slender, bordering on gangly, which is wrapped in a covering of smooth, pale skin. An intricate tattoo covers his right shoulder down to his elbow, depicting swirling waves of blue amongst golden and bronze lotus flowers. Both ears are pierced with simple silver hoops, around his neck a leather thong with a silver dragon charm, and on his left wrist an assortment of varied bracelets. The long tapered fingers of one hand have a few chunky rings, one in silver, and the other black lacquer.

He wears a form fitting black tank top that accentuates his slim frame, beneath an oversized sweater with an overstretched neck and overly long sleeves; also in black. This coloration continues to the black leather pants encasing his long legs, whose ends are tucked into heavy steel-toed boots.

He wears a knot depicting him as a resident of Fort Weyr, and another as an apprentice of the computer craft.


Jaelyn was born as a result of a flight to former Istan Weyrleader P’rel and a goldrider by the name of Jessira. Jessira was the sister of bluerider I’srie, P’rel’s weyrmate. The rumor stands that Jaelyn’s birth was a matter of some contention between the three riders, for it is said that a vow had been made that should bronze Malphath ever catch gold Roninth, that her rider would go *between* afterwards. Clearly, Jessira’s end of the bargain had not been upheld. P’rel and I’srie separated for a time, unable to reconcile for nearly half a turn, due to Jessira’s incessant reminders that she had borne the Weyrleader a son.

Jaelyn spent most of his early childhood in the care of nannies in the weyr’s nursery, and even then he was labelled his father’s son. While he did not have P’rel’s blond hair, he had inherited the man’s odd colored golden eyes, but this was not the reason for the characterization. Jaelyn shared his father’s pension for being hot-blooded. He often got into fights, or pushed down younger children to take possession of their toys. One nanny once commented that Jaelyn spent more of the day in time-out than not. Perhaps it is for this reason that the raven-haired child failed to make many, if any, friends.

As Jaelyn got older, he seemed to prefer a solitary existence, avoiding large crowds of people and general conversation unless initiated by another party. Some people assumed the boy was just shy, when in truth he’d come to the conclusion that people could not be trusted. It was suggested that this was because of multiple attempts to connect on a personal level with his father, who did not deny his existence, so much as avoided him whenever possible. His mother, on the other hand, gave him attention only if it benefited her agenda. That agenda being of course, to get under the skin of her brother and his prickly weyrmate.

At the age of ten, he was shipped off to the Computer Craft, for he’d shown more than a few of the Istan riders that he was quite good at taking their computers apart, completely. It was there that Jaelyn flourished, coming somewhat out of his shell among those that didn’t know his past. He made friends, applied himself, and even stumped a few of the masters with the code he was able to write. He learned how to take apart, and reassemble complex computer systems. One of his teachers was quoted to have said: “The boy soaks up everything taught to him like a sponge. He’s not only able to understand quickly, but apply what he’s learned and adapt it however he likes.” This may have been praise at the time, but was not later.

Unable to rise in the ranks because of his age and bored, Jaelyn began to act out again. Friends fell away as he started fights over seemingly nothing at all, leaving him once again alone in the world. Apparently the icing on the cake, had been an undisclosed incident that no one at the Computer Craft is willing to this day to speak about. Two turns after his arrival at the Computer Craft, Jaelyn was shipped back to Ista. He would only remain there a few turns more, before the weyrleadership finally had had enough of his disruptive antics, and he was sent off to Fort Weyr to live with the only relative that would have him: Ponya, his father’s mother.


Name Relation Location Position
P'rel (Pyriel) Father Ista Weyr Bronzerider
Jessira Mother High Reaches Weyr Junior Goldrider
Cenrie Half-brother Ista Weyr Undisclosed
I'srie (Isserian) Maternal Uncle Ista Weyr Bluerider
Rainer Paternal Uncle High Reaches Weyr Master Beastcrafter
Liyan Paternal Uncle Igen Weyr Master Tanner
Nolan Paternal Uncle Xanadu Weyr Master Seacrafter
R'an Paternal Cousin High Reaches Weyr Greenrider
Lord Breakwater Maternal Grandfather Breakwater Hold Lord Holder
Lady Breakwater Maternal Grandmother Breakwater Hold Lady Holder
E'lan (Eirilan) Paternal Grandfather Eastern Weyr Brownrider
Ponya Paternal Grandmother Fort Weyr Master Seacrafter (retired)


Title OOC Date Cast
Exiled June 25, 2016 Abigail, Jaelyn
The Code of Justice June 28, 2016 Abigail, Jaelyn, K'yan
Game. Set. Match. (**WARNING** Adult Language) June 29, 2016 Jaelyn, P'rel
Awkward June 30, 2016 Jaeyln, R'yal
Let It Snow July 1, 2016 Jaelyn, Venryk
Hero July 2, 2016 Jaelyn, Venryk
The Next Day July 3, 2016 Jaelyn, Venryk
His Father's Son July 07, 2016 Abigail, Jaelyn, Th'ero
One Small Step July 09, 2016 Jaelyn, Venryk


Buttermilk is the primary color in play across this little bronze firelizard's hide. Soft creams, warmed butter, and toasty marshmallow splatter across the available space. While his base color is soft, near white, yellow floats around, slipping across his slender sides and down a pudgy belly. A golden bronze slips in great slashes across his back, zigzagging down his neck and sides, covering any other color that lays beneath before tapering off towards his tail in small browned blotches. Orange slaps itself across his face like a handprint, covering his eyes, eyeridges and pinchable pudgy cheeks. His neckridges are sharp in appearance, pointy, narrow, and close together, clad in yellow, bronze, and gold. A solitary streak of white works its way about half way down his body and dives all the way down his stubby tail.