Here's a big guy, standing at just a couple inches shy of six feet and looking a little on the beefy side when he's not wearing a shirt. But there's an amiable air about him, most times a friendly smile can be found with the accompaniment of a hearty laugh. Black hair kept croped up above his collar and around his ears, hang the tiniest bit shaggy infront of his eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee at his chin is over shadowed by a continual smathering of stubble across the rest of his face; leading to the image of someone who likes things clean cut but rarely has time to keep after it. His eyes are a bright green that shine out from beneath thick dark brows, made all the more dramatic by his naturally tanned skin.

He's decided layering is a good thing now that he's living somewhere with a colder climate a good part part of the year. He's wearing a red, longsleeved, crew neck shirt under a plaid button up that's left open. Over both of those he wears a khaki-green jacket that his sister made for him. It's got two front pockets with snap buttons, and zips up in the front. The sleeves he keeps loosely cuffed and the plaid shirt beneath generally gets cuffed over the jacket cuffs. He wears a pair loose brown pants, belted about his waist with a large belt-buckle with the image of a dragon in flight etched on it. His boots are a well worn dark leather, laced up to about mid-calf beneath his pants. Oh his shoulder he wears the knots of a Journeyman Forester and the Weyrleader of Fort Weyr.


Malakai is the second youngest child and youngest son of a rather large family. He's got five elder brother and one younger sister. When he was younger, he often felt he was a disappointment to his family. They have a long history of being fishermen in a small cothold just outside of Island River Hold, and he, is afraid of the water. Luckily his brothers weren't too keen on taking advantage of this, because not too long after he was born, their one and only sitster came around and it was so much more fun dragging her off into the jungle to scare her than it was to scare him with the water. Just means however, that at all those family fishing times he stayed as far away from the water as possible and missed out on a lot of good times. He much prefered to be in the jungle and when he came around that age that most kids go off to a craft if they're going, he talked his parents into letting him into the woodcraft to study forestry.

Needless to say, his parents were kind and he caught the first dragonflight he could to the craft hall where he's spent a good deal of his years since. He has traveled around to different forests and jungles, studying the vegitation and animals that inhabit them.


Name Relation Location Position
Jaxson Father Island River Hold Fisherman
Rikka Mother Island River Hold
Jaxson Jr. Brother Island River Hold Fisherman
Rixson Brother Seacraft Hall Master Fisherman
Jaki Brother Seacraft Hall Master Fisherman
Ehren Brother Seacraft Hall Journeyman Fisherman
Kindlen Brother Island River Hold
Aisling (PC) Sister Ista Weyr Assistant Weyrling Master


Blue Kamaka

This handsome dusky blue hatchling has big eyes with pale silverblue rings around them, a snub muzzle patterned in rings of dusk blue, midnight blue, and argent blue. His frame is lean and wiggly, a single movement tranported along his length like a dancer swaying to a harper's beat. His body is covered in dusky silver blue coloring. His long narrow indigo and royal blue sails are robes fit for a king, if a little tiny. His nimble huckleberry blue paws resemble gloves perhaps? As if he's shoved his talons in ink. But his tail is this blue's most remarkable feature. Long and wirey, the wiggly little creature's tail is banded in indigo, midnight blue, and silvery argent blue.

Brown Nori

A slimy brown coats most of this firelizard, and it is actually striped more than a solid color. It varies in gradient from a yellowish-brown to a rusty brown, the stripes going down along his body and alongs his wings. He's a disproportionate little firelizard, his body seemingly long and stretched out, his tail short and fat, and his wings too broad. And his underbelly is almost pure white with only the palest brown. Over this pale color is a patterning of small ovals, thin but tapering along the ends like pieces of rice. Around his middle right behind his wings is a greenish-brown band, tying him together, and his claws are the same hue.

Blue Count

This little fellow is pudgy and cheerful looking, despite the elongated fangs that are barely discernible peeking out from his upper jaw. His head is more ovoid than elongated, his limbs a touch shorter, and his build overall a little more squatty than perhaps others of his kind. His nose is larger, as are his headknobs (and do they stick out slightly?), but outside of his tiny imperfections, he is beholden to quite an impressive wingspan. His major color is periwinkle blue; however, this color darkens at his lower jaw so that it's almost black at the chin, and in a widow's peak around the knobs at his head. In fact, even his wings darken in that way, though the sails have a faintly goldish hue to them here and there due to their thin quality. One of his eyes has a baby blue ring around it like a monocle, and dark blue fades in and out across the periwinkle of his form like a suit.


Bronze Garanth

The ravages of time mark this bronze without regard for his actual age. He wears within his hide turns of use and endless love, painted by thousands of stories told in the weathered craggy surface. He has a squared muzzle, tipped by slivers of tan in dark bronze as if chips had been knocked out. The heavyset neck wears a vine of ivy green crawling thru the tarnished bronze. It spreads from the crook of his neck downwards across his thick left foreleg. His stocky back is a weave of darker bronzes with the glint of a shiny thread here and there telling of how he might have been a shining monument had fate been more kind. Deep brown tarnish with bits of mossy green showing up on the more chiseled of his lines, grows up the remaining three legs, staining his strong paws and talons completely. Patches of that mossy green creep over the moist dark shadows of his belly and tail which is the only part of him that seems longer then it is wide. His wings are ragged scraps of lighter copper bronze patches sewn into sheets of tarnished bronze. It creates an impression of tattered, moth eaten drapes. Yet, the compact mass has strength and a sturdy foundation of good bones which gives promise of turns more love and shelter.