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Chasarik

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    Mon Jun 25, 2018 1:20 am
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Chasarik

CHASARIK

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The cycle of suffering goes on
But memories of you stay strong
Someday I too will fly and find you again


Alter Bridge, Blackbird


BASICS

RETIRE INFO:
Chasarik: Retire unless needed for a plot

NAME: Chasarik, formerly Cha’rik
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Aromantic heterosexual

BIRTHDATE: Late Spring 2711
AGE: 56 as of Late Spring 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonless, Apprentice Fisher, Brownrider, JM Vintner

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown, cold and somewhat emotionless
HAIR: Sparse and greying, once black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: Short and stout like a cuddly teapot, 5’9
PLAY-BY: David Suchet

FULL APPEARANCE:
Once a tall, strapping man with dark looks and fair skin, age and life have caught up to him. He is balding atop his head, which is why he prefers to don a hat if possible. Muscles have turned to fat, more visible in his stomach and limbs than in his face, which bears the tracks time and tears have worn. Where once he might have stood proudly, with his head held high and his shoulders back, now he is more inclined to slump or find comfort in slouching.

Despite what might some might call a traumatic past, Chasarik has retained his jovial amiability, expressed by his easy smile and ready grin. Save for the vacant, often distant gaze of his unblinking brown eyes, he might appear almost normal. Almost. He has a large, rounded face with jowled cheeks and a prominent, once-broken-now-slightly-skewed nose. Dark, bushy brows give his gaze a dark and almost ominous hint, though they also give him the ability to express surprise and confusion quite well.

His dress sense is very practical, even during the most formal of occasions. He prefers loose-fitting shirts of softer material, and loose wherhide trousers and black boots. He is not especially fussed by colours or patterns, but has been told (more than once) that red suits him well. Chasarik conceals a long, knotted scar that begins from midway on his upper right thigh to halfway down his leg- a permanent, physical reminder of the war.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Of grief and sorrow, Chasarik knows much: a lot of who he was died the day his dragon Betweened. Before that, he was a responsible, dutiful young man who served his Weyr and family. He was fond of practical jokes, often at the expense of his credibility with his family. Despite a certain lack of emotional availability, he loved them each and every one of them deeply: his four children, his weyrmate, his and her dragons… he would have fought and died for them. He tried.

His jovial sense of humour is a shadow of what it once was. Still, he is not incapable of cracking a smile at attempted witticisms, or even forcing a chuckle if the joke fell flat and the speaker is feeling a little bit disappointed. He awards points for effort still- even if his jokes are the best in his private opinion. His conversational skills leave a little bit to be desired; mostly because finding things to talk about can be tricky for him. He lost most of his ability to care a long time ago, and it takes an enormous effort to fake sympathy for others. He would prefer, most of the time, to be left to his own devices. The man has little satisfaction in most of what he does, but takes personal pleasure in the few, small relationships he has managed to nourish over the Turns.

Despite the struggles that cost him much, Chasarik seems to have endless patience for those who try hard to succeed but fail. He very rarely angers- his temper and youthful hotheadedness long since gone. Like the draught-beast put to work in the fields, his slow and plodding energy is dedicated to menial, daily tasks that keep him alive. Other people can go about getting all head-crazy and angry, but it rushes past him like wind: he cannot seem to force himself to care enough about drama or politics. Not anymore.

When it comes to romance, Chasarik steers well clear. He is a very closed individual, and will refuse to answer most questions regarding past events or future ambitions. Chit-chat and small talking are draining, and he much prefers to keep all of his friendships platonic.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
  • Weyrmate: Aryae {2714-2749} of Green Chisanath {2731-2749}
  • Daughter: Kitany {2734 - JM Healer}
  • Son: Tomrian {2736 - JM Harper}
  • Son: Da’var {2739 - Brownrider} of Brown Aizorroth {2754}
  • Son: Ny’tan {2739 - Brownrider} of Brown Hermitith {2754}
  • Grandson: Coreghan {2751 - App Harper}
  • Granddaughter: Aevyana (2753 - App Healer}
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Aryae of Green Chisanath {deceased}
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr

HISTORY:
TW: Death, violence, suicide attempts, alcoholism

Born at High Reaches Weyr to a dragonriding couple, Chasarik grew up, like many weyrbrats his age, not really knowing his biological family. It didn’t really matter- the creche workers and fellow weyrbrats were family enough. He knew his father was a Brownrider, and his mother rode a Green dragon. That was about it.

Despite his stout and pudgy figure, the other children quickly learned that he was not to be messed with- he was a fierce and protective sort, preferring to make the law because at least his law was fair. Still, he outgrew his childhood tendency to fight by the time he hit ten. He had made a few dear friends, including a young girl by the name of Aryae.

At twelve, he chose not to formally apprentice, believing it was just a matter of time until he Impressed his own dragon. Instead, Chasarik took up leatherworking and tanning, enjoying being able to use his hands but also the lack of other apprentices and the formality of the Craft structure. His master was one of the Weyr’s tanners, a kindly old man who was more father than teacher. When the growing boy turned fifteen, he requested, and was granted permission, to Stand.

It took until 2731, in his twentieth Turn, for Chasarik to Impress and become Cha’rik. He was extremely grateful this his friend Aryae had chosen to Stand, for she had Impressed too. It was during this Turn that Golre and Vizeth rose to power, casting a dark shadow over Weyrlinghood. Neither Chasarik nor his Brown Levaneth were especially fearful, but it was hard to ignore the rumours… the fact that High Reaches had begun taking other Holds… it was… a trying time for everyone.

There were those who ranged themselves with the Mad Golds. Cha’rik might have been able to see their point, if it wasn’t for Aryae’s persistent and firm belief that they were out of order. It wasn’t vocally expressed- at least, not around anyone other than Cha’rik- but it was enough to sway him into feigned obedience.

Aryae and Cha’rik were nigh inseparable. When Chisanath Rose, it was Levaneth who caught her, time and time again. In 2734, she carried their first child to term- a daughter that she named Kitany. Two Turns later, she gave birth to Tomrian, a big baby (and one that she thought would end her child-bearing days). It came as a bit of a surprise when, three Turns later, she safely delivered non-identical twins, Davarin and Nymatan. It felt like their family was complete; despite the war and hatred that had spread around Pern, they were filled with love.

More and more incursions were being led against the other Weyrs. In the Turn of 2749, Cha’rik and Aryae were given orders, with their Wing, to descend upon Fort. Aryae was reluctant- she had often managed to avoid direct fighting by volunteering for patrols, and Cha’rik was often assigned as her companion for these duties. There was no refusing- Aryae had already garnered enough suspicion to make their lives complicated.

Instead, they followed their fellow wingriders, and brought flaming dragons to Fort Weyr. The fight that followed was intense- and High Reaches suffered heavy casualties. One of whom was Aryae, whose dragon Chisanath had taken fire to her face and lacerations to her wings. They Betweened, never to emerge again.

Cha’rik, too, had suffered. A dragon had fallen upon him and Levaneth, ripping at Levaneth’s neck, tearing chunks out of dragon and man and severing the harness. Cha’rik was certain he was falling to his death, but Levaneth caught him before Betweening to High Reaches. Unconscious, the man was rushed to the infirmary. It took him three days to wake, and he found himself immobile.

Levaneth stayed long enough to see his rider awaken, then Betweened, dying and grey from the deep gashes on his neck. [color=97694F]Don’t forget me Cha’rik. I’ll always be with you...[/color] Levaneth’s parting words tortured him- and still do. Unable to move, unable to speak or see or even think, Chasarik wished only for death.

His daughter, fifteen at the time, was shaping up to be a competent healer. She saw how his dragon and weyrmate’s deaths were destroying him. He had lost his will to live, and now lay catatonic in bed, taking only what was forced upon him. She asked for mindhealing advice from a master, and stood by his side whilst also raising her brothers.

A Turn after Levaneth’s death, Chasarik had begun to rehabilitate and walk again. This was also the time that his desire to die became cold and focused. He attempted poison- the concoction taken with a strong dose of fellis wine. Kitany found him unconscious in his old weyr and saved him with emergency aid, before bringing him back to the infirmary. She didn’t know the words to say- nor did Chasarik, who couldn’t look her in the eye.

Their relationship turned cooler, as did the ones with his sons. Chasarik didn’t want to be at High Reaches anymore. Death had struck them hard, and did not seem to be relenting. He tried to hang himself, but was found very quickly and without severe lasting damage. From then on, Kitany didn’t let him out of her sight.

In 2954, five Turns after the deaths of his beloved dragon and Aryae, Davarin and Nymatan Stood. Chasarik had told them not to- urged them, pleaded with them, but the words sounded hollow to his ears; they Impressed to browns of their own. Less than a Turn later, an armistice was reached between the Weyrs. The war was ended.

Chasarik could not stand to be at High Reaches any longer. Late one night, as Kitany slept in the curtained section of his room, he packed meagre possessions and left. He journeyed to Nerat Hold, where he threw himself upon the mercy of the vintners and asked to apprentice. Despite his advanced age, they accepted him, seeing the pain in his eyes and guessing at the trauma that dogged his steps.

He did well to begin with- the focus and study involved distracted his mind. But slowly, he lost himself to drink. What began as a nightly glass of red turned into lengthy, week-long drinking sessions with hangovers that would have made dragons cry. It affected his work, his health and his reputation: all of which were destroyed through the growing addiction. His master dismissed him from the Craft, though he took pity on the dragonless man and chose to house him through his recovery. It was fortunate, for Chasarik would gladly have chosen death than try to struggle through his pain.

It took a Turn or two for him to recover his senses and move past the dependency, though he knew well enough that temptation would knock him down again if he stayed in Nerat. With the grace and humility of a man who had almost lost his life (again), he thanked his master and left for Semaca, newly-recognised as its own official Weyr.

Dragons again. But it was far enough south as to feel removed from his old self, and he didn’t have to deal with dragons if he didn’t want to. He adopted a young puppy and named her Shailee, who proved herself both intelligent and enthusiastic- a companion he didn’t realise he needed, but quickly came to love. The greying man quietly set about learning the ways of the Fishcraft, choosing fishing as a means to occupy his time and earn him enough to put a roof over their heads and food in their gullets. He has no expectations left of life, other than something simple and quiet. All Chasarik yearns for is peace and death.

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Symmetry
 
    Mon Jun 25, 2018 1:21 am
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SHAILEE

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BASICS

NAME: Shailee
BIRTHDATE Early Summer 2764
AGE: 2 as of Late Spring 2767

APPEARANCE
FULL APPEARANCE:
Lean and bony, Shailee doesn’t walk, she glides. Despite her whippet, wolfish body, she is filled with grace and energy. She has a great deal of stamina despite her thin figure. As a pup, she suffered from a hip injury that leaves her with a limp after hours of exercise.

Her fur is a grey-blue colour, with hints of coppery brown in the light. Her eyes sparkle with unusual intelligence, a hazelnut brown. Her paintbrush tail has been dipped in white, and she also has white paws and socks. There is something wolf-like about her appearance, a throwback to old ancestors perhaps...

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Bouncy, prance-y, pouncy, and eager, everything Shailee does is at 110%. She doesn’t seem to come with an off-switch. It takes her a little bit of time to trust strangers- she is a keen guard-dog, and absolutely refuses to let anyone come near Chasarik whom she hasn’t first inspected.

She is sweet, loyal, caring and devoted to her master. Extremely bright, Shailee also knows how to wrangle extra treats, and holds to the belief that what is Chasarik’s is also hers, and what is her is just hers thank you very much. She is playful and curious, preferring to snoop and investigate when time and duty permits. Unafraid of anyone or anything, she will hold her ground against the biggest foes- even those that she knows would kill her. The few times that she’s been bowled over by other creatures have left her very shocked indeed. Nobody pushes her around! Well… at least that’s what she thinks.
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