Wes
[Pic coming soon]
"A time is coming, and I must warn you
Though it's something that you may not understand
They can't be saved by just one man.
And I am sorry, because I was wrong
And I'd take away the weight his shoulders had to bear.
Because when he fell I was the only one that cared."
BASICSNAME: Wes
AGE: 30
ORIENTATION: Super nope
BIRTH SEASON AND TURN: Early Fall 2739, 30 as of Early Spring 2769
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
WING: Nocturne Wing
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider
APPEARANCE
EYES: Black
HAIR: Black
WEIGHT: Sickly-looking thin twig
HEIGHT: 5'3"
PLAY-BY: N/A right now
FULL APPEARANCE:
Wes is Wes. That is all that xe is. Xe is not tall by any means, and looking constantly rail thin despite how often xe eats and tries to rest. Wes is fairly hardy despite xer frail build, and it is not unusual to see xer with a bruise or scrape here or there. Xer has short black hair that looks like it is always messy, and in the rare occasions that xe is able to tame it... well, people kept asking where Wes was and did not quite always believe that this stranger with fine hair and no bruises was really xem. Xer eyes are always black, and xe never saw a reason to think they would be anything but. That's how Wes likes it, to be simple all around, with xer olive skin and dark features. Xe also has some stray freckles dotting xer cheek, and gets a little shy when they're pointed out. Wes likes to wear warm, darker-colored clothes most of the time, having a terrible time keeping any sort of heat to xem except in the summer months. Xe enjoys wearing long skirts when xe can, but most of the time xe is in simple work clothes. Xe walks with a limp in xer right leg, an old injury from xer childhood never really healing right.
PERSONALITYPERSONALITY:
Wes is someone who always seems to be worn out. Xe constantly feels weighted down by the world around xer, and it shows most of the time. Even when xe tries to present xerself as happy, or even when Wes genuinely feels happy, there's always something that just feels wrong about it. Wes is just bad at being happy, and bad at feeling like xe actually matters in the world. To xer credit, Wes tries very hard to not let xer own negativity spread to other people. No sense in dragging others down. Wes tends to not form lasting attachments to people, afraid of letting people get close. Acquaintances are fine, having people actually consider xer a friend is outright terrifying.
At the core, Wes genuinely tries to do the right thing and be a good person. Xe will offer a hand, stay up all night, constantly do things for other people first and take care of xerself second. Wes' social energy levels are low, and xe hates to actually excuse xerself from social gatherings because xe has gotten overwhelmed. Wes is not a fan of loud noises or lots of shouting, and will only really raise xer voice when something is important or xe's really really angry. And xe's fury is incredible, Wes will go from a standstill and straight into a vicious hail of bites and punches if everything is upsetting enough.
Things Wes does enjoy are quiet evenings and warm baths, and being tucked into blankets. Wes would never admit that xe wants someone to help take xer burdens and to not have to feel so worn, because that would mean xe was weak. Wes has an aversion to whers, not running in fear of them but spending too much time near one will send xer into a panic and need to flee, and xe knows it's from xe's mother's brown growing up. Wes prefers to avoid them whenever possible.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Verus (father, farmer), Weyla of Brown Weylsk (mother, wherhandler)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: nope
BIRTHPLACE: A tiny cothold not far from Ruatha
HISTORY:
TW: Child abuse/neglect
Even from a young age, Wes knew xe was not cut out to be a farmer. Xe was too small and too thin to be useful for anything other than running errands and keeping out of the way. The fear of disappointment was greater than fear of warfare, fear of dragons fighting in the skies or fear that xe'd be stolen away in the middle of the night and be taken off to fight in the Weyrs' wars.
Xe had been only 8 turns old when a fall from a runner, intentionally startled by xer mother's wher out of spite. The runner stomped xe's leg on accident, and then Weylsk rushed xem, snapping down on the limb, permanently crippled xe's leg. The break pretty much promised that Wes would be unable to keep working on the farm, or at least stop being useful in xer parent's eyes. Despite how Wes tried to be helpful and useful, xe's efforts were in vain. Weyla and her wher seemed to delight in tormenting xem, from waking Wes up in the middle of the night with loud noises and screams that everything was burning, to the wher snapping at Wes' bad leg whenever xe tried to move at more than a quick hobble.
Wes endured the treatment and abuse for years until xe stole away to Ruatha Hold, hoping to either find an opportunity for something more than what had been thrust upon xer by Weyla. To xe's surprise, and internal glee, a dragonrider (or, actually, their dragon) was visiting the hold and seeking out candidates. Wes immediately moved forwards, pushing through the crowd and trying to get the green - Morwaeth - to notice xer.
Fortunately, it paid off, and Wes was swept away to Fort Weyr not a day after the new queen transferred in. Wes didn't care if xe didn't impress ever. Anywhere was better than home.