
"I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that i have bad dreams”
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Dragon- Adopt/Character- Retire.
NAME: Amleth
GENDER: Nonbinary
PRONOUNS: he/him/his, they/them/their
ORIENTATION: sad and biromantic
BIRTHDATE: Mid Summer, 2742
AGE: 26 as of Mid Spring, 2768
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler, journeyman scribe
WING: Dawn Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Dark brown
HAIR: Platinum blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: around 5”10 ft, tall and lanky, an absolute twig.
PLAY-BY: Valter Torsleff
FULL APPEARANCE: He has very pale skin that, with the platinum blond hair, left short on the back and sides, is almost shocking against how wide and dark his eyes are. He can be described as almost haunted, kind of lost in his thoughts, purple shadows of sheer sleep deprivation under his eyes, but there’s this wicked intensity right below the surface, like he’s too perceptive, knows too much and now he’s paying the price for it.
He tends to wear a lot of black and neutral shades, mainly his black jacket as well as scarves, white button-downs, the works, but still comes across as kempt and formal in his attire, like he’s going to an important event.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Amleth is on the quieter side, more reserved a lot of the time unless he has something that needs saying. He’s not rude or unkind about his quietness, simply lost in thought a lot of the time, or just observing. That makes him rather perceptive, and one might not think he’s listening until he interjects with full knowledge of the context. He doesn’t mind keeping to himself but likes someone he can voice his musings aloud to, someone that will just let him ramble. He doesn’t really need a deeply knowledgeable answer, just someone to listen to all the things he has to say because there is so much of it. He isn’t only silent, he has this very ironic, witty sense of humour that might go tragically under-appreciated depending on who he is with and how comfortable he feels. Once he knows someone he won’t hold back on that front, and can be shockingly snarky. He isn’t particularly cold or anything, but very neutral until you find something he feels strongly about leading him to be really passionate about it. He has a strong air of exhaustion and melancholy around him some of the time as well. He’s...so tired. He also has a strong tendency to procrastinate and be a bit forgetful despite his relatively level-headed nature, and that can make him more erratic. HISTORY
FAMILY: Amleth Sr. (father, deceased), Trude (mother), Claude (step-father, deceased)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: Dane, a cothold beholden to Fort
HISTORY:
Amleth grew up living a pretty happy and comfortable life with his parents in Dane, a fairly prosperous hold in the mountains that offered him a place to grow up. He was close to both his parents, but more so his father. As Amleth grew up he did anything he could to achieve the goal of making his father as proud as possible. Amleth was always on the more quieter side, so reading and writing, that was something he naturally enjoyed. He quickly took to it, something his parents supported him in.
When his father died, it was really him and his mother left. Amleth was distraught by his father’s death and channeled it into his training as a scribe, writing and dictating and filling any necessary position. His mother tried to support them both as best she could and they made it work but Amleth still couldn’t shake his desire to do what would have made his father proud and that there was still more he could do to achieve that. There just had to be more. He was cared about his place as scribe and enjoyed it- learning, reading, doing something useful- but found that soon it just became kind of exhausting, even as he graduated to become a journeyman scribe. It felt like he was trapped in his life, it was like a carousel going around and around and he couldn’t do anything about it, he couldn’t move, he was just...frozen.
He also dealt with occasional nightmares, that never quite faded away entirely but usually weren’t bad enough to affect him too much, and more frequently, insomnia, as a result of his father’s death. He took to wandering around the hold, lost in thought, and this was where he met the wherhandler Yorik and Yorsk, both of which he became very close to. It became cathartic to get closer to Yorsk and his handler, who offered him company and a kind of bright spot for him. It was incredibly sad for Amleth when Yorik died, sickness having crept up on him, and it hit him hard along with the other losses he had faced. It was through their close friendship and grief that Amleth and Yorsk formed a bond, and Yorsk became known as Yoresk. He’s still trying to figure out what his purpose is, his identity as a person, but he does know this: with Yoresk things feel...right. He doesn’t know what the future holds but it might just be promising.