" OBJECTION! "
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire Ph'right, adopt Babyloth
NAME: Ph'right
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Summer 2748
AGE: 30 as of Early Fall 2768
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider, Defender of Justice
WING: Dawn Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'0", has huge shoulders but is otherwise pretty slim
PLAY-BY: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney
FULL APPEARANCE:
Ph’right is a man of about average height, with an overall slim build with the exception of his almost comically large shoulders. This is only amplified by his tendency to wear clothing with structured shoulders, making them look even larger than they actually are, something that he’s oddly proud of. His face is on the oval side, with relatively soft angles with the exception of a rather defined, square chin. He has wide, dark brown eyes, and almost feminine eyebrows. His hair is black, kept cut fairly short and mostly slicked back save for a single strand that, thanks to a cowlick, refuses to cooperate and falls in front of his face.
He loves the color blue, and tends to wear it whenever he can. He also has a propensity to wear rather more formal clothes than the situation might call for, and he’s quite meticulous about ensuring that his appearance is clean. He never allows his facial hair to grow out to a noticeable point (though he doesn’t grow much of it anyway), and he keeps his hair trimmed frequently.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Ph’right is, well, he tries to do good. He really does. He considers himself a defender for justice and the downtrodden, and firmly believes in the ideas of fairness and law. He’ll go out of his way to help and stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves, whether or not he actually likes the person in general, and whether or not they actually want his help. He’s extremely persistent in this particular pursuit, and cannot be dissuaded. However, by ‘defender’, he means speaking in people’s defense; when it comes to any sort of actual fighting, he might try, but he’ll almost never succeed. He’s simply not good at it, and wants to revert to talking.
He’s not an especially skilled orator, but he is good at spotting logical inconsistencies and making sense of patterns that are tenuously connected at best, and he’ll use those skills to help those he’s decided to aid. He’s bright, but doesn’t always show it; he’s prone to making logical leaps that aren’t actually there at all, and he’ll proclaim them loudly to all in attendance. When making a point, he has a tendency to yell “I have an objection!” and point at the person he’s disagreeing with.
When it comes to things that aren’t in his particular skill areas--that is, logic and sleuthing out the truth no matter what obstacles are in his way--he can be rather inept. Physically he’s not impressive, and his ability to find a Craft that he was actually suited for was near-nonexistent. He almost fit as a Harper, but had no musical talent to speak of. He’s also not especially good at following orders, usually figuring out his own way to do things, and while he strongly believes in law and order, he will bend the rules near to their breaking point when trying to help someone.
He’s extremely sarcastic, but that’s one of the few things that he doesn’t immediately blurt out to whoever happens to be listening. His sarcasm, at least, is kept to his own inner monologue, though it’s now shared with Babyloth, whether the brown feels like listening or not.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Yarphena, Mother, Harper
Byright, Father, Harper
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Hold
HISTORY:
Phenright was the only child of two Harpers, and what a child he was! Precocious and difficult even from an early age, his parents were glad they didn’t have to deal with him all day, though when one of them was assigned to teaching the children they’d have to deal with his constant rebuttals and questions to everything they said or told him to do. He was frequently getting into arguments with the other children, largely on the behalf of one of the youngest children, but occasionally just because he fundamentally disagreed with someone.
He got into quite a few wrestling matches before he finally learned that speaking sarcasm out loud didn’t serve him especially well. He still tended to get into near-constant arguments, but those at least didn’t generally end in violence. As he grew older, he learned to turn those arguments into more reasoned ones, with logic to back up his statements, but that didn’t change the nature of them much; it was still verbal sparring, after all.
Being near enough to Fort Weyr to toss a ball over to the other locale, they were spared most of the ravages of the war. There were infrequent raids, but for the most part nobody seemed to want to be the ones to attack the Hold that housed both Harper and Healer Halls. Still, he imagined what he would say to those who thought that they could disturb Pern’s peace, even if he could do nothing about it himself. In time though the war ended it, and in its place came Thread.
Life continued for Phenright. He helped out in the kitchens with the baking, though as he had little talent for it he mostly helped with the dishes. He was glad to have a use at least, and he certainly hadn't expected his life to throw anything too unexpected in his path.
At least not until after being passed over for Turns, when he'd very nearly gotten to be too old for it at all, Phenright was Searched. He stood for his first clutch, and early on…
Where? Oh! On you. Of course. Brightest, you should get up. And feed me, your Babyloth. Actually, feed me a lot. And give me lots of love. I need it. Can't you see how much I need it?
With that, Phenright became Ph’right, and the pair spent much of their Weyrlinghood learning to deal with the fact that Babyloth’s vision was little more than dark, indistinct smudges. The brown didn't seem to mind in the slightest, but for Ph’right there was an adjustment period, especially when he realized that though the pair could fly together, they'd never fly a Fall.
At graduation, they joined the ground crew instead, a fearsome pair that didn't need a flamethrower to take out burrows, but only firestone. They fought Thread with the whers, and did well enough at it. When Benden attacked, Babyloth was so enraged by the brazen attempt on his sister's life that he wanted to go after them himself; Ph’right had to convince him otherwise.
UPDATES
- Spoke with Pellay about there being no legal recourse to get rid of Tuckal; now worries he may have convinced her to take such drastic action...
- Somehow became second of Dawn Squad; sometimes worries he and Babyloth aren't going to be trusted by the wherhandlers
