Sindal

Sindal is a bit of a daydreamer, an artist with a keen eye for the world, able to accurately reproduce anything he sees even briefly. Not that he stops his dreaming at the commonplace and normal -- most of his art is actually focused around the things of his dreams. Strange creatures, dragons, unicorns, griffons, things without a name, things that probably never existed anywhere in the multiverse at any time. He takes great pride in his ability to capture life in his drawings, and has taken it upon himself to draw everyone in Clan Vecira.

Some, confronted with Sindal's artistic haze of day to day life, believe him a man with nothing between his ears but fluff and dross. In truth, his artitist daze conceals a frightening intelligence, and Sindal is able to read many people like an open book, often lending his skills to Keyath when she has a problem to solve. Though not nearly as outgoing as Keyath, he's still open and approachable, and strives to keep himself that way.

Sindal is from a world where dragons are but a dream, and a fanciful one at that. Sure, he read (devoured, really) every book out there that featured dragons as anything other than evil creatures of doom, but he never imagined himself riding one!

Before he got searched (and what a day that was!), Sindal was a fairly average high school student... sure, he got in a few years early because of being home-schooled and also his general thirst for knowledge, but that's not all that uncommon, right? He really didn't fit in all that well, being a dedicated artist as well as someone with enough scientific know-how to show up the average freshman-level teacher.

Needless to say, he got in a bit of trouble those first few months, before he learned to guard his mouth and not spout off his knowledge. It got so bad at one point that his parents began considering either home-schooling him again or sending him off mid-year to his Uncle Tarin, to go to school in a place more like what he was used to.

And then he got in trouble again... a small thing, this time, and not even really his fault, but it was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. One of the jocks caught him in the hallway after school, and decided to beat "that faggot of a teacher's pet" up.

And he managed it, too, though Sindal had taken enough martial arts classes (but out of curiosity and a desire to exercise, not in the intention of fighting!) to keep himself relatively intact. A teacher heard the ruckus and came to investigate, pulling the two apart with the help of the gym teacher.

The final verdict of the Dean was that both boys were to be suspended for fighting. Sindal's parents narrowed their eyes, and hummed, and shook their heads in exasperation, and finally sent Sindal off to his Uncle.

Sindal settled in well enough. His Uncle lived in a grand house, miles from the nearest neighbor, positioned along one edge of a massive meadow surrounded by thick forest. A fresh start at school, a new peer group with fewer jocks, and an Uncle who encouraged his fascination with dragons, much to Sindal's confusion.

Which was explained one bright weekend day, when, yawning, Sindal sat up in bed, looked out his window at the meadow, and came face to face with a green muzzle, which led up to whirling rainbow eyes, a horned head... a dragon's head.

The dragon winked.

The rest of the day passed in a whirl of activity. His Uncle was explaining to him that the stranger was a friend from his childhood, a dragon rider now, and that Sindal himself had just been Searched.

"Pack your bags, you're about to get the ride of a lifetime, and I guarantee you'll never regret a moment of it."

And so far, Sindal hasn't regretted a moment of it.