Birthing Date: 07.25.2728
Craft: Smithcraft (Journeyman) - mechanics
K'lar is on the shorter side of average, just measuring out at 5í8. He isnít the most muscular man on Pern, but he definitely isnít wiry either. He has broad shoulders and well defined muscle definition that dragon riding helps keep maintained.
His hair is light brown and curly. K'lar is not an unattractive man, but he doesn't have the looks that make women swoon at his feet either. What draws people in though are his blue eyes, its the first thing many notice when they first meet him. Unless heís unreasonably busy he makes sure that he looks fairly presentable, after all first impressions matter. That doesnít mean he enjoys it though and the one part of his appearance that he allows to run wild every so often is his beard. Thereís just something about having one that he likes and itís not unusual to see him with a bit of scruff on his face.
Kílar is determined. If he decides he wants to do something he will do it and almost nothing can stop him, except Gianarth. Kílar is smart and he knows it, which causes him to become frustrated when others donít catch onto things as easily as he does. His mind is constantly going and coming up with new ideas. Heís the sort who will brazenly go up to his wingleader and tell him what heís doing wrong in how he runs the wing. He does not mince words or beat around the bush if he has an opinion he will say it, even when he isnít asked for it.
This is a man who has no sense of hierarchy, which has caused him problems since itís such an integral aspect of the weyr. This attitude has rubbed many a metallic rider the wrong way. There are very few who appreciate his bluntness.
Kílar judges people on their intelligence and their creativity. In his opinion it doesnít matter if someone rides the smallest green in the weyr, if they have a valid and intelligent idea, they should be listened to.
It takes a lot to gain Kílarís trust. He isnít one to open up right away or at all. Those who make friendly overtures towards him are often run off by his abrasive personality. Very few have the intelligence and tough skin to befriend him. All of these factors have, of course, resulted in him having few friends. He does occasionally pretend to befriend someone if he can get something from the relationship. There is less of reason to do this in the weyr, but in the smithcraft there were trade secrets that could be stolen and young apprentices often times have loose lips. He is in no way above manipulation. Kílar doesnít have any solid ambitions to lead though. If he were ever put in the position he could it well, of course. Unless he feels that heís entitled to a position heís fairly apathetic about leadership.
Trait Summary: Determined, Anti-social, Smart, Arrogant, Blunt, Manipulative
Kylaner was born into a wealthy family who held a substantial amount of land in Tillek. His father was Crionef and his mother Lvaneer, both worked very hard to keep the hold prosperous and to keep up with the high rates of tithes that High Reaches Weyr expected. They had no qualms with cheating the system the weyr had created since they saw it as unfair and unnecessarily taxing on the people. Because of this their hold was one of the best off the High Reaches Protecterate. Kylaner had an older brother, a younger sister and a younger brother; Levacrof, Riova and Crofner, respectively. Levacroft and Kylaner were only 18 months apart in age and both were unusually intelligent. This caused a rather intense rivalry between them from a young age. The harper teaching the hold children had to constantly come up with new things for them to learn. Without the constant flow of new knowledge the two brothers became very disruptive to the class, by pulling increasingly creative pranks as their boredom grew. When they reached the age to become apprentices the harper was glad to see them go, although he maintains they are among the most intelligent he has ever taught. At this point Levacroft began to learn the inner workings of the hold and how to manage it, while Kylaner was apprenticed to smithcraft.
Kylaner found the smithcraft fascinating. He enjoyed learning how things fit together and how to manipulate the environment. Like with the lessons from the harper, he learned at a far faster rate than his fellow apprentices. This created some disgruntlement, but he had hit his growth spurt early and so he was spared the bullying he wouldíve endured if heíd been smaller. He made few friends in his apprenticehood; those who tried to reach out to him were rebuffed with snide comments. Despite his attitude most of the masters teaching him adored him. By the time he was 16 many in the smithing community were betting on when he would gain his Masters, although this was quite a ways off even if he did earn it early. When he became a journeyman he continued to wow the smithcrafters with his innovations and it was at this point he decided to specialize in mechanics. It was when he became a journeyman at 19 that his parents gifted him with a firelizard egg. Kylaner had never really wanted a flit and he told his parents that, but he kept the egg anyway. A few days after receiving it a small pale blue hatched that he named Alloy.
When he was 21 he attended a hatching at High Reaches because his brother Levacroft had been searched. Their parents had been reluctant to let him stand given that he had been raised as the family heir but there was little they could do without raising the ire of the weyr. On that day Levacroft impressed the bronze hatchling Zurath and became Vícrof. Unexpectedly Kylaner impressed from the stands to the brown Gianarth. It was a startling experience for him. One moment heíd been watching his brother walk off the stands with a shaky legged bronze and the next a plaintive voice was speaking to him in his head. At that point he nearly fell over in surprise, but quickly recovered and made his way down to the handsomely marked brown.
In weyrlinghood the two brotherís rivalry sparked up again. It was a repeat of childhood lessons with the harper. They tore through the lessons quickly, but this time the rigid structure of High Reached wouldnít allow for any change in the traditional program. They both chafed at being held back and resorted to breaking the rules for their entertainment. They tried to see who could break out of the quarantine the most without getting caught. They probably would have done more if it hadnít been for Gianarth and Zurath holding them back. When it came to their dragons though the two brothers were slightly more careful with their competition, neither wanted to risk hurting their lifemates. If one went higher than the other or pulled a more impressive maneuver they didnít hold back on the bragging though. Both Gianarth and Zurath found the situation between their riders to be amusing and slightly worrying at the same time. When they graduated from weyrlinghood Vícrof came in first, while Kílar was fourth in the class. This caused him to become bitter with the way things were run at the weyr because he knew that he should have been at least second. The two other bronze riders in the class, who were placed ahead of him, were in his opinion, idiots.
Kílar immediately started off on the wrong foot with his wingleader. The man was a firm believer in the color ranking system, which rankled Kílar deeply. All of his suggestions were ignored simply because he rode a brown. And yeah, okay, he might not have been exactly polite when he suggested them to the man, but still they were good ideas. After he had brought up the suggestions (albeit in a somewhat rude manner), the wingleader had it out for Kílar and seemed to delight in making his life miserable, several times he threatened to demote him to the weyrling wing. Once he actually was demoted for a month. But this didnít stop Kílar from making his sarcastic and insubordinate comments. During this time he had only Gianarth and Alloy for company, since he only occasionally talked to his brother. After nine months though he simply couldnít put up with the attitude in the weyr anymore and he asked for a transfer. It took a month for his request to be processed and then he was sent to Igen. A few months later he learned that Vícrof had transferred to Ista, which didnít surprise him since his brother was a more ambitious version of himself.
At Igen he fit in much better In terms of his views. He still rubbed people the wrong way, but here he had managed to make a few friends and acquatainces. Here he was relaxed enough to work on some of his smithing plans and whenever he wanted some time to himself heíd hole himself up in his weyr and begin sketching, slowly working his way towards the senior journeyman rank. His wingleader here actually liked him and valued his blunt remarks because almost everyone else was too intimidated to tell him what they really thought and Kílar was one of the few that did. Within a year Kílar made wingthird. When he was 27 he was made wingsecond when the former one retired. He stayed in that position until he was 32 when his wingleader was killed in threadfall. At this point he fully expected to become wingleader. He was unpleasantly thrown off guard when a bronze rider was made wingleader instead. From the start the two men got on badly, mostly because Kílar felt he should be wingleader and because of contrasting personalities. Unlike his predecessor this man didnít appreciate Kílarís frank commentary and he was quickly demoted to wingrider. Bristling at the indignity of the situation, Kílar once again asked for a transfer. This time he was sent to Eastern Weyr.
Family: Father-Crionef (+27) Mother-Lvaneer (+25) Older Brother- Wingleader Vícrof at Ista (+2) Younger Sister- Riova (-4) Younger Brother- Crofner (-6)