I'sen As you enter the weyr, the first thing that you notice is that everything is in a terrible clutter, and nothing seems to be on the shelves.  That is, of course, unless you count the floor as a large shelf.  "What are you doing?" Someone snaps, and you wheel around to see a boy of around fifteen Turns glaring at you.  "I said, what are you doing?" It is all right, traveler, I'sen gets a little bit uptight sometimes, Someone says, and you know that it must be the blue that Sh'cril spoke of his brother Impressing. "So, then, you would be Sh'cril's brother?" You ask, trying to get a few notes on the boy before he kicks you out of his weyr for trying to document something. "Yes, the wonderful and great Sh'cril.  He's not too great, though; I Impressed a blue just like him.  Let me guess, then, you've also visited Shallie."  He sneers and glares some more, although not as much.  "I'm going to ask it once again, what are you doing here?  If you don't tell me...  Nevermind.  What are you doing, though?" "No, I didn't visit Shallie, she's not here, I'm an Archivist," You reply, and he seems to calm down a little bit. "I am sorry, Archvist, but I thought you were an intruder of some sort.  I am I'sen; would you like to meet my dragon, Ceruth?" Laughing, you reply, "No, I think that we should get to that later.  Right now I need notes on you...  Do you have a journal?"  You don't let the words "like Sh'cril" slip, because you're afraid that he'll fly of the handle at you. "Yup," He replies, and hands you a piece of hide with writing scrawled on it.  You quickly sit down, and begin to read. "I used to be a horrendus speller, but after Ceruth, I got Sh'cril to help me." Today has to be the most wonderful day of my life!  The hatching occoured, and after two greens a blue chose their lifemates (The blue Impressed Shamcril, now Sh'cril), a beautiful blue stumbled over to me!  Me!  I am now I'sen, rider of the blue Ceruth!  Isn't it amazing? Grace absoloutely adores Ceruth, and he's already helped me with bathing and scratching the blue.  It sure is alot of help! You look up to see I'sen, of all things, crying softly.  "Are you okay?" You ask, and he glances up quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.  Do you have everything that you need?  I bet that Sh'cril's journal has some stuff about me that you could use, too."  He wipes the tears quickly.  "Yes," You reply, partially lying, knowing that you can fill in the gaps yourself, while you return to Dark Moon Weyr. Name: I'sen Gender: Male Age: 15 Turns Occupation: Bluerider Appearance: Average height and weight, brown hair and blue eyes.  He would be slightly handsome if he'd quit frowning and sneering all of the time, but due to his personality, Inresh never stops. Personality: Outwardly he's rude, conceited, and loves nothing more than to see someone else being discriminated against.  Inwardly, though, Inresh is sensitive to everything, and very shy.  He hates talking to people, and has discovered that if he's rude, they won't talk to him any more.  Can't spell at all, but speaks pretty fluently.  History: Born on a cothold, one of the younger of a still-growing number of children, with his older brother, Shamcril.  His younger sister, Shallie, was born a year after he.  Searched for Dark Moon Weyr at the age of 15, and Impressed his blue Ceruth at the age of 15. See I'sen's firelizard, Grace See I'sen's Story Visit his brother, Sh'cril View Ceruth