Name: Wick Abrams - had been known as 'Walick' for a brief time on Pern, then W'ick, his name is just Wick
Gender: Male, bi
Age: Currently in 50s, age 16 at Search
Origin: Blackstone Weyr / Kshau Protectorate on Pern originally; Dawnlight Chronicles by Lethe
Rank: Mid-Silver Caste, 'retiree' gear shown
Family: Unknown parents; Also unknown partners but at least 2 women, one a harper, the other ?? mothered his 4 daughters. In their original context these daughters were all vat-grown though not clones, they were genetically engineered and he's just as happy with them here on Alskyr as he was on Earth in 2240. I'm going by my actual Dawnlight records for their dob
- Daughter Columbia, granddaughter Nina
- Daughter Thaia
- Daughter Olympia
- Daughter Abalone, grandson Kodo
Other Relations: is Skie's best friend, apparently, and is very high ranked among the riders of the Kshau Protectorate
Height: 6'2"
Build: Evenly built, very very handsome shoulders, muscular
Hair: white, had been black until he was mid-teens (coinciding with his Search) where it almost immediately turned white; tight afro curls and kept short, also has cybernetic connection so keeps portions of the temples clean and shaved
Eyes: pale grey, this is likely a side effect of having replacement eyes... he sees in cybernetics
Appearance: dark tan skin, handsome and almost boyish looking even in his middle age; loves wearing loose but comfortable clothing and likes layers; voice is smooth and quite deep
Genetic Oddities: he is a cybernetically enhanced person, and as such his brain has been regrown around wiring and complex circuitry. Also his eyes have been replaced, and likely his fingertips which he can use to activate nearby wireless items or type without really moving

Standing At: looking to replace an actual clutch born dragon from somewhere, and retroactively search and replace if needed
Dragon: -- has had two, both blues, one from Mytopa (redacted due to art being click and takes/stolen) named Rowinth, and another from Alabaster's sets (though not FROM alabaster since no clutch records for it as replacement) named Koanth
Creation Date/Updated: originally created for the Dawnlight Chronicles 8.31.1991 (batch ext 61/#1 in the 2000 by 2000 doll creation list); character adapted for Pern 8.10.2000; redone in 2004? (may be inaccurate); current version complete overhaul 4.22.25

Will include all original text, very little of it is currently accurate including his background... he's a cybertech

History and Events

** originally on dragonsites/dawnlight/dawnlight_creator/wick and wick2 .html I don't have the correct page names because of how yahoo saved the pages

Name: Walick (W'ick)
Gender/Age: male, 16
Rank/Craft: Apprentice Starcrafter, Apprentice "Computerer"

Location: Blackstone Weyr
Relatives/Family: none known
Dragon if any: BLUE Koanth at Alabaster Weyrhold
Physical Description: 6'1", 160, strongly muscled but not hugely built. Dark tan skin, currently black hair in a short afro, but it will very rapidly change to white (with each Between). Pale grey eyes. He has a handsome face, looking both boyish and mature at the same time, and will always look somewhat younger than he really is. He has always loved climates where he can wear stylish clothing, without being weighed down by them. His voice is smooth, very deep.
Emotional/Mental Description: Like his voice, Walick is smooth and very deep. He has many levels of complexity to his personality which very few people individually are privy to. He is Skylar's closest friend, and the only one of them who can actually best Sky at chess. He catches on to patterns very quickly, and his ability with computers is almost completely self taught (with Aivas of course). He has little in the way of actual empathic power, perhaps too much time in front of a computer screen? He has a clever wit, but often it is too subtle for those around him to understand. All in all, he is a remarkably intelligent young man, destined for great things.
Skills: very adept at his hall skills of star crafting, he can plot courses and estimate factual information quickly and thoroughly. He is excellent with math and formula, if he could ride to the stars, he would. Some day perhaps he will! He has an good eye for small devices, crafting and tooling are favored activities of his, but only in down hours. He prefers action to rest.
History: Though it is known that his parents were dragon riders, it is completely up in the air (so to speak) as to who they could have been. He was dropped at Blackstone weyr as a youth of 6 turns, but his wild stories of a building to the east by a great smoking mountain finally gathered the attention of the current leadership. They took the boy on dragon back, betweening to the spot where his young mind had first seen amazing things. It was Walick who brought the idea of Aivas to both Blackstone and Dawnlight, and he seems to know that Paveh had been there first. Since he was already quite good at observing the stars, he was enlisted as the weyr's resident Apprentice in Starcraft, but his heart still rests at Landing. He was Searched and could well change the way the world works if he Impresses.
(picture caption) This is Wick in his Dawnlight Chronicles Format, ignore the cyberdeck for Pernese purposes... Or maybe not? ;>
Notes and Special Information: Walick is from another time, perhaps far in the past, when Aivas was still a thing somewhat known (but perhaps not actually present?). He could well become the first "cyber pernese", as his mind easily comprehends the kind of information that a hard-wired brain might use.
Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Walick has no pets, but he loves his little toys. He has a collection of scrap metal and the like from Aivas' warehouses. With them, he might already have a full computer set up if he tries.

**

When he woke, there were bugles going off.

Well, perhaps not Real bugles, but there was some serious trumpeting going on. And it wasn't that party last night getting back at him. Walick groaned and sat up, but the trumpeting didn't go away.

"What in the ..." He whispered, but he realized he didn't have a hangover. It was the dragon outside. Trumpeting.

Loudly.

"Okay, okay, we're out of here," he said, and put on his clothing quickly. It was what he had on last night, but it would do. He went to the courtyard and saw that a smallish green was standing in the courtyard, surrounded by the locals who were giving her a lot of attention.

"What's going on?" Walick asked Spring and Rideal, who were standing around.

"Search rider," Spring said, distractedly. "I'm..."

"Hung over," Rideal completed for her.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Walick replied. Then, the dragon swung her head over them, and snorted loudly with a blast of warm air.

"She says you're to come to Alabaster with me," the search rider said.

Walick looked first at Spring, and then at his friend Rideal.

"You mean who exactly?" He asked, and she tilted her head.

"All three of you," she said, and looked around. "Yup, all three."

Walick's tongue found an interesting bit in his cheek to keep him occupied, while Rideal stuck his hands in his pockets staring and nodding, and Spring...

Leapt for joy. She ran to the weyr barracks, and started packing first.

Walick looked at Rideal, "do you think she'll pack for us too?" He asked, smiling.
Walick had to wait just a bit longer than the others, on the sands of Alabaster. He couldn't believe his eyes, when Rideal Impressed a perfectly elegant Blue, then Spring, her Green! But he was not to remain alone for long!
Walick's mind detected something unusual, it was something between his shoulder blades but it was also hunger and a strange sense of urgency.

"I have to do something," he said, and reached down to clear the shell from a dark Blue hatchling. "There you are, now you're free to walk about."

I will fly! I will fly with you! No matter how high you want to go W'ick, I will go there. I am yours, and I am Koanth.

W'ick smiled at his new name, and at his friends!
(weyrling page)
"Go tell him I'll be out in a minute!" W'ick said to the drudge assigned to getting the weyrlings out onto the flight training field.

"But he's going to have my hide if you're late!"

W'ick glared at the young boy, who then made himself scarce. If it was to inform the weyrling master that W'ick would be slightly late to their class, or just out of his sight, W'ick really didn't much care.

All he cared about at the moment was his dragon, and his flight gear.

"This will be the best entrance ever," W'ick said to Koanth who grumbled a bit on his couch.

But you are putting things over your head! I like your head! It is white and everyone else's isn't!

"I know, you can tell me apart in a crowd," the dark man smirked. He then donned a helmet with a blue top and a black bottom over his white short-curled hair. "What do you think?"

You look like you are ready to fall off my back! Let us go! I wish to fly.

"You've always wished to fly, my friend!"


W'ick left the safety of Alabaster's weyrbowl to fly out during a storm, and found himself drifting next to a dolphin on the shore line of a faroff island.

You are awake now! Koanth bespoke happily. I told little Cheeper that you would be all right!

"Seeeee! Riiiderrrr not swim!" The dolphin bobbed up into the wave which W'ick was carried upon. Koanth sat on the sand some short distance away, and watched as his rider was deposited before him, all soaked and somewhat bruised from his fall into the water.

You're a great rider, my friend, but a lousy swimmer. Do you not remember the weyrleader telling you it would be a bad storm? Even I remember that!

"Shut up," W'ick spat out seawater from his mouth. "Where are we?"

Far away, we'll be going to the weyr soon. Our home weyr again. The pride in the dragon's mind said that he'd been paying attention to W'ick's boastful talk about Blackstone.

"Well, the sooner the better," W'ick grumbled.

Not if you are wet and cold! You will die between!

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. You'll have to wait then." He looked at the dolphin and held out his hand to scratch him. They grey creature pipped and laughed, turned over and allowed the rider to scratch a hard to reach place.

"Thaaaaanks!" Cheeper said, and then was gone with the waves.

"Never been with a dolphin before, wow..." W'ick said, awed. "Now, I guess I could start a fire or something..."

Or you could let me --

"Don't even think about it!"

Are you done complaining yet? Came a dragon's voice from above. Then, a large Bronze -- no, make that huge Bronze -- came into view. You will be welcome if you can just get off your backside. So says my rider.

"And who would that be?" W'ick said, annoyed. The Bronze landed and from his smooth back came a familiar blond-haired man.

"That would be me," H'lis said, smiling. "You're welcome to come along with us to the wing meeting, too. Since you're in. You and R'iel."

"The wing."

"The wing, yes."

"Which would be... what again?"

"The Shadow wing. We don't talk about it."

"Ah, that's probably why I haven't heard about it."

W'ick and H'lis kicked around old jokes and bad puns until the wet rider was not longer soaked, and then mounted up. His ride with the Shadow wing was only second to the Shard's Spine wing he had also joined! How could you be in two at once?

How could you not?