Name: Hellaro
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
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Appearance: Hellaro is not a beautiful women, nor was she impressive upon a first glance. In all actuality first glances generally lead one to believe that she was just a rather short, feminine man. She just stood a hair over 5' and her frame was rather lithe, but noticably muscled, more so then the norm for a woman. She also preffers to dress herself like a man, wearing baggy garb intentionally to hide her feminine features. She has a few notable scars on what skin she leaves exposed, one on her cheek, neck and then the third on her left arm, they are very straight, clean lines that one could assume came from a blade of some sort. She preffers to carry her own dagger on her hip, but rarely uses it, knowing the consequences far to well. Her most defining feature however, was the mass of black hair she had. Most of it was pulled back in a ponytail but parts were left down and usually hung haphazardly in her face, hiding those pretty brown eyes that she had.

Personality: Just as her appearence suggested she was a rather... strong woman. She holds a very strong sense of justice and will not hesitate to speak up when she feels something just isn't right. She also has a bad habit of not really thinking about what she says before she says it, and often times the htings she says just aren't all that nice. She's generally alone, but she secretly preffers the company of others... she just can't seem to find many people who can stomache her brash nature. She does, however, give respect to those who deserve it. She oftentimes is a lot softer around those who get close enough to her to gain her complete trustAnd her take on romance? No man has really sparked her intrest, thus she let's Viasseth pick her partners for her.

History: She was hold bred, in a sense, but not in another. Her family never really settled in once place for long and moved often despite the fact that they never really did well currency wise. She was also raised as the youngest of four children, her siblings bieng all male. For the most part her brothers were the only children she ever grew close to, or interacted with heavily, and therefor she toughened up fast... just to keep up with them.

After a rather nasty encounter with a man at the age of 13, her eldest brother began ot teach her how to wield a dagger efficienty and also how to fight, so she could defend herself better. Occasionally their practice rounds would get a bit heated and one or the other would end with some sort of wound, and that is the origin of some of her scars.

At the age of 18 she was searched, but she had no real interest in going. Her original view of dragonriders were that they were simply lazy and that their lives were far to intertwined with an overgrown wher's. However, as she began her candidacy, her brother and parents convincing her to try it, she discovered a whole different world then the one she'd been living in. Her personality warranted her the favorite for who the golden egg would choose, but she didn't really want that, but she wouldn't turn it down if it was offered. And that is when viasseth chose her, and she was proud of her little green instantly because she was the first to hatch.

Toward the end of her Weyrling days she recieved a letter from her father, whom was ill, telling her of a half brother that she had that he wished for her to look for when she could, and he left a name and the name of the hold he'd been left in. curiosity had compelled her one day to do just that as she was already assigned to be in that specific hold. To her surprise he was still there, and the two formed a bond and sent letters back and forth via his little blue firelizard, and still do to this day.

Family: Zimallaro(Father), Hellwyn(mother), Wynro(Closest Full Brother), Zimarosh(Half Brother)

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Dragon: Viasseth
Appearance: Viasseth is the opposite of her rider, she is large for a green and terribly feminine in appearence. Her scales are a uniform shade of pale green excluding the top of her muzzle to just barely between her eyes, which a darker shade close to a forest green.
Size: Large
Personality: Viasseth can be rather aloof for the most part, however she has her obnoxious days. She is confident and, when she feels the urge, is quite the effect flirt and troublemaker. She does not, however, like to be bossed around or held back by other dragons, especially if her rider is against it in even the smallest thought.

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