Mystech was born and raised on a small farmcot near the sea on Ista Isle. She has no known family, her mother died in childbirth, and her father died when she was 12 Turns old. After the death of her father, for which she blames herself, she travelled Pern for 2 turns before becoming a Harper apprentice.

Mystech is a Harper Master, she plays the pipes, kettle drum, lute, gitar, and harp. Her specialties are composition and diplomacy, and her mentor is Mayre, the Composition Master.

Tall and lithe, Mystech's body is curved in all the right places. Long, wavy, black hair, the color of the darkest night cascades down her back, stopping about 8 inches below her hips. Her eyes are the bright blue of a tropical lagoon, and her gaze holds you. The pain is no longer evident in her eyes, replaced instead by the brightness of joy and an intense determination. She is a towering 6 feet 5 inches tall and has finally stopped growing. She is well tanned now, from living in Boll and is often seen smiling or laughing. She is always polite and friendly, if a little shy and quiet. Because of this she is often thought of as dreaming or pensive and serene, but don't get her angry. She proudly wears the knot of a Harper Master upon her breast.

Mystech has six firelizards, a blue, a brown, a bronze and three greens.

Genius. Simply that and no more. Pity this ratty blue firelizard is rather ugly: big, round, bald head is preca riously perched on top of a short, thick little neck which in turn is buried into wimpy narrow shoulders and a s quat, unsturdy round body. His wings are silver and white, striped vertically as if with the bars of a cage, an d his tail has a decided kink near its thinner end. Untwisting, a spiral of endless wintry blue curls into his hide, its twists and turns matching the devious, clever, uncharted nature of this brilliant, ill-fated fledgling.

Dark is the face of nature as it builds and broods from the splayed pair of taloned feet upwards along this firelizard's stylized frame. His small, sculpted form huddles in the center of wings' canvas whose dark sails are almost swallowed up in the vortex of violent brush stokes which delineate pinion and spars. Shoulders and slim, narrow haunches are drawn with identical bravura and the earth shadows swirl low-key and brooding. The broad, forceful strokes of the storm wash across a dark hide that only rarely gleams sun-rich bronze. He is raw. He is uncontrolled. He is wild and fierce and free.

This small, very brown, hatchling looks up at you with large compund eyes. His brown, almost black, hide glimmer s as any light reflects off it. Large, light brown wings unfold, revealing a wingspan of large proportions. His muscular build is somewhat average, yet not normal. His muscular stomach is tanish-brown, like a sandy color, and blends as it reaches mid side with the deep brown.

Knowing multifacted eyes gaze at you from delicate face ridges. Awhirl with shades of blue and green they domin ate even the emerald of her hide. Yet look more closely, for patterned over her lean body, built for speed, are lines of ancient lore tattooed deep into flexible flesh. Overlong wingspars are lacy with emerald and turquois e tracery. As delicate as they look well able to carry her easily aloft. Long, prehensile tail habitually care sses whatever it touches, while soft soprano calms your fears and brings peace to your heart. Talons gleam silver in marked contrast to her gentle manner.

Army green flexes into a tiny-yet-strong hatchling. Uniform green from nose to tail tip, the only marks along her hide are three tiny golden chevrons on her two forelegs. She holds herself with a certain amout of pride, head cocked alertly. When she spreads her wings, glimmers of golden starlight frame her well-muscled form. Huge flaming-red eyes whirl intensely as she starts forward.

A light green hugs her form, punctuated by a gentle dusting of tiny dark blue-green speckles, mostly on her face and where her neck meets her compact, muscular body. The same blue color is echoed in her wings, the gentle meadow flowing into a darker midnite blue near the very tips. Her temperment is all fire, as her egg proclaimed, and her fiesty demands must be met!

August 15th 1997: Mystech holds a successful concert at Fort Hold.

November 4th 1997: Mystech gets promoted to journeyman.

January 7th 1998: Mystech is sent to live in Southern Boll.

January 27th 1998: Twister, one of Mystech's blues is killed defending her from the WeaverHall stalker.

February 13th 1998: Mystech's play, "Through Falling Thread" (A musical) is performed at High Reaches Hold, and is a great success.

March 13th 1998: Mystech gives birth to twins, Nisa (a girl)and Lukas (a boy).

March 24th 1998: Mystech is awarded the Golden Dragon Award by Lanolt, steward of High Reaches Hold.

July 17th 1998: Mystech is promoted to Master.