Birthing Date: 10.24.2744
Craft: Beastcraft (Apprentice)
Still a bit scrawny, M'kan has finally reached 5'7 and hopes to eventually make it to 6'0, although he likely won't, as neither of his parents were tall. His skin is neither particularly pale nor particularly tan, leaning only slightly towards the pale side. His hair, a bit too long despite his new weyrling haircut, is constantly a mess, his curls, dark brown with occasional blond highlights, sticking up in every possible manner around his thin face. This face is dominated by a large, crooked nose and large hazel eyes. M'kan's thin lips are overshadowed by these more prominent features, except when he smiles, which is often. The young rider has a large, bright smile that scrunches up his large eyes and draws attention away from his large nose.
M'kan is an optimist and a true romantic. He continues to believe that old weyr values hold true and that it is a rider's duty to protect those weaker than himself. Trusting and more than a bit naive, M'kan lets these beliefs run his life. After all, everyone knows the right thing to do, so they'll do it, right? And even if they don't, everything will be all right in the end because everything is ALWAYS all right in the end. This romanticism lends M'kan an enthusiasm towards life and everything in it. He approaches each task cheerfully, fully believing that he will succeed, but that if he doesn't, someone will help him, someone will have to help him.
M'kan is as easily committed to an abstract idea as to a palpable cause. Adopting his crusades quickly and without much cause, M'kan stubbornly adheres to his latest principles even in the face of seemingly fatal flaws within them. Whether M'kan's cause is forever exempting the weyrlings from the dreaded latrine duty or convincing the weyrling master to let him fly thread a month early, M'kan is invariably its most vocal, and often its only, proponent. These plans are rarely well thought out and the genuinely practical ones receive little more care than the truly insane, as M'kan claims he genuinely cannot tell the difference.
M'kan's sense of humor is lively and open. He cracks the obvious joke in any awkward situation and, like many former weyrbrats, is a fan of pranks. His pranks are often far-fetched and imaginative, and rarely successful. M'kan is aware that maybe his idea of dragging a dead herdbeast into the girl's portion of the Candidate Barracks was a bit morbid and that maybe he didn't exactly have the technical details prepared and that maybe he did deserve to be caught, but it was fun and he almost did it, he did! Of course, now that he has his Attith he's a bit more careful, but not much.
Beneath this seemingly innocent, youthful personality, however, M'kan has a keen, if repressed, sense of logic. He knows his plans won't work, he knows his goals are often hopeless, but he can't admit this to himself. For, if M'kan sees the world as logical, he'll have to admit that he isn't really anything extraordinary. He'll have to admit he is just another rider. So M'kan pretends that he doesn't know, as ignorance is bliss. He betrays his intelligence only rarely, making a seemingly obvious observation that others have overlooked. These moments, however, are scarce enough that they are hardly defining points in his life and rarely arrive in time to save him from trouble.
Merkan was born to a greenrider in a post-flight tryst with a brown rider. The flight wasn't her dragon's, it was a queen flight, and his brown hadn't even attempted to fly the queen, but that didn't stop Merkan from coming into the world, healthy and happy, exactly nine months afterwords. Merkan's mother, Merrila, and father, B'kan, had little time for a child, as both were devoted to their weyr and their dragons above all else and had little desire for a family, so like most weyrbrats, Merkan was given over to a foster mother. His foster mother was a drudge who cared for him well enough, but never played an overly large role in his life, as Merkan spent most of his days roaming the weyr. Like most children, he got into fights, made friends and pulled lots and lots of pranks. Or, rather, he attempted to pull lots of pranks. It would be more fair to say that he was caught trying to pull lots of pranks. This didn't exactly earn Merkan the best reputation, but he didn't mind. After all, such behavior was simply expected of a weyrbrat, even if his foster mother didn't see it that way.
From Merkan's second turn on, he seemed a bit younger than the other children his age. He never struggled with his lessons or chores enough to raise concern, but there was an innocence about him that led his foster mother, and his friends, to suspect that he needed looking after. They were soon proven corrected as Merkan developed a tendency to find himself in trouble when left on his own, through an ill-timed joke or a poorly executed prank. While Merkan's foster mother attempted to watch him constantly, Merkan frequently managed to slip away from both her and the foster sibling she sent after him. He was frequently only found AFTER he had innocently mocked a particularly irritable bronze rider and been assigned a sevenday of latrine duty. These encounters continued even after Merkan became an apprentice beastcrafter when he turned twelve. They grew less frequent, however, as Merkan was often happily out in the fields with the herdbeasts, able to do whatever he wanted away from everybody else.
Merkan's still too frequent escapades, however, led his foster mother to suggest he wait a turn the day to stand for the first time. He had already been searched, but he was irresponsible, she claimed, and not ready to be a dragon rider as of yet. Merkan was devastated by this suggestion. Sure, he liked beastcraft, but he was born to be a rider. Merilla, however, stepped in on his behalf. Her son would be a rider, she was determined that he would, and he would stand for this clutch. SHE had Impressed when she was fifteen, after all, so so could Merkan. Merkan's foster mother reluctantly capitulated under the combined pressure of mother and son and Merkan was permitted to stand. Nobody, however, truly expected him to Impress, except Merkan. Merkan did, however, manage to walk off with a teal-blue dragon, who surprised everyone who knew his rider with his cool, competent logic. Now, M'kan is a weyrling, who no longer gets into QUITE as much trouble, with Attith watching him. Besides, M'kan does NOT want to be held back from graduating.