T'nel and green Lineyth

Gender:	Male
Age:	22
Current Location:	Brondir Weyr
Rank:	Wingrider
Physical Description:	The guy is very definitely a male greenrider, the taste in clothes and that slight campness which just can't be mistaken. He has fair hair, short and flawlessly tidy, complimented by deep dark eyes, just like drowning in chocolate. He favours colours which compliment his tanned skin tone and dark hair. He is quite tall at 5'10", but was one of those who actually filled out his teenage frame when he came of age.
Personality:	Cheeky green, all over. He isn't as flirtatious as some greenriders, maybe he is a little more shy, but put him in a flight room and he will excel. Generally good tempered, he enjoys the laid back outlook shared at Brondir. Put him in a ranking system which grades him on the one he loves most and he will lash out. He is happy with who he is and doesn't see why anyone should put him down for it. With feelings as strong as that, you guessed it, falls hard and often. He is fiercely supportive of his friends, and falls in love at least twice a month. Lot of a greenrider I guess.
History:	Oh he has led such a normal life it is hardly worth talking about. Though it should really be documented anyway. Tianellan was a weyrbrat at Ista, no parents that he knew of and not that he cared for a moment. He took up candidacy at 12 and stood in every hatching from then till he was 17. At 17 he transferred out with a group of candidates heading to fill Brondirs sands. First standing he met Lineyth, the most beautiful green ever shelled (in his opinion). She didn't even look at the others, just headed straight for him. A few turns down the line and he is still at Brondir, still happy, and still with his baby green, because in his eyes she always will be Baby.
Pets:	None
Dragon Information: Name:	Lineyth
Colour:	Green
Physical Description:	Lithe and slender, small too, this green shares her colour with the deepest seas at twilight. A beautiful green that just demands a hug.
Personality:	She is bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! If Tigger existed in Pern she would be his muse. This lovely little one is never going to grow up, and no one would ever wish her to. Well someone might, but not her nor her rider.