One who looks good must dress well, and every day in an opportunity to dress to impress. Most of his clothes are in perfect condition, with the exception of the few he calls his 'chore outfits', and almost all look more befitting a Weyrleader than a candidate. Well, you know what they say; dress for the job you want, not the one you have.

722 (Birth); Varykiliar is born to a Senior Harper and his weyrmate, an unexpected addition to the family of four. Being much younger than his older siblings, his sister already ten turns by the time he was born, there wasn't much room for them to really form a close bond like the elder two had with one another.

725-728 (3-6); He's still a toddler when another surprise comes in the form of a little sister. From the moment he met Kriasi, Ryk was absolutely smitten. He would make sure to tell anyone and everyone he met about 'his' baby sister, cheerfully showing her off everywhere. As soon as she learned how to walk, the two of them were thick as thieves. The pair got into as much mischief as they could imagine, and there was hardly a moment they weren't attached at the hip.

729-733 (7-11) His father's harper song has always been something of intrigue to the young man. He'd decided long before he would be accepted into apprenticeship that he would follow in his father's footsteps. He was gifted his first instrument to begin to learn the notes.

734-737 (12-15); A few days after his twelfth turn, he joins the Harper Hall for apprenticeship. It's the first time he's really away from Kriasi, and as much as that hurts, he knows without a doubt that she's proud of him for reaching for the stars.

738 (16); It started off as a fever. Ryk was at Kriasi's bedside as often as his apprenticeship would allow, singing songs and playing music for her. Instead of getting better, she kept getting worse. He wasn't there when the illness finally took her last breath, and it's his life's biggest regret.

739-742 (17-20); For the first turn, Ryk is a husk of his former self. He doesn't eat properly, he can barely sleep, and even his music doesn't bring him the same joy it used to. He keeps at it, knowing that earning his Journeyman knots was something she would have wanted him to accomplish, but he struggles to find meaning to it beyond her memory.

743-Present; Of the things that he'd expected, being Searched was never something that he'd considered. Of course he'd heard about dragons returning to the north, but riding one hadn't been something he thought he wanted. Until he remembered the stories of the valor of the riders, and in particular that of those who rode Bronze. Well, if he could impress one of them, rise to a leadership position, maybe then he could feel like he's made Kriasi proud.