J'at and green Rosyth

Gender:	Male
Age:	19
Current Location:	Brondir Weyr
Rank:	Weyrling
Physical Description:	J'at has been called 'short stuff' for all his life, because, really, he is short. Especially for a 19 Turn old. Little over 5'2". As a child, he was best referred to as 'scrawny', and the running joke amongst his friends was if there was even the smallest breeze, he needed to be chained down to prevent him from floating of. Now the scrawniness has faded by hard work, and replaced by muscles, giving him a more wiry look. A dusky tone paints his skin, his hair a darker brown and eyes warm, but a bit muddy in colour. There is a small, narrow scar running over his back after a little incident with a knife not being put away properly, but instead hung up, after which J'at bumped into it hard, with his back.
Personality:	J'at has he nose for schemes, if he can make money off of something, he'll try, especially if it easy and doesn't require hard work. He doesn't mind if people make fun of his length, or lack there of, it's not his problem, right? So he just happily strolls through life, sometimes getting into more trouble then he cares for. He's not really all that interested in girls, but he wouldn't recognize a guy flirting with him if said guy would spell it out. J'at is a good guy all in all, and easily makes friends, his grin and easy going manner seemingly attracting friends was life goes by. He has a near pathological fear of tunnelsnakes as in the 'keep those bloody things away from me!' variety. He just doesn't like them, they never did anything to him, but he has every intention to make sure that they'll never do anything to him.
History:	Growing up as weyrbrat, of a greenrider who'd had too many men to remember which one was the dad and really had a lot of better things to do then to take care of such a runt, J'at grew up in the Ista Weyr creche, as a runt and was teased a lot about that. He didn't mind though, and quickly made friends, happily doing a lot of the difficult chores he grew stronger steadily, exchanging the word 'scrawny' to 'wiry' in regard to his physique. At 14, Jawdat was Searched by a Blue, and he happily rolled into Candidacy, and stayed there, for a very, very, very long time. Until he had enough of being constantly overlooked and decided to try his luck elsewhere. Brondir elsewhere. And luck he had: at the very first Hatching he stood at Brondir, a little, curious green found her way towards him, but it was a very close call: he wasn't with the other candidates when the humming started and had been quite oblivious towards it. Thankfully Grayce found him and dragged the boy with her to the Hatching Grounds. He'll always be thankful to her, but is that's a good thing?
Pets:	None
Dragon Information: Name:	Rosyth
Colour:	Green
Physical Description:	Have you ever seen a dragon that just seemed to glow all the time? Well Rosyth does. This little spring green always seems to have the pink glow of health to her, despite being one of the smaller greens in the Weyr. She's always moving, even if it's just her tail twitching. Her sunny disposition is even visible on the outside, and with that, she has a tendency to be noticed.
Personality:	She is fun loving, and eager to make friends, but all pretty little roses have thorns. Her memory is terrible, J'at is often asked the same question over and over as the poor green swears it's the first time. Rosyth is an outgoing little green, always up for a funny game, for as long as she can remember the rules.