"For so much of my life my intelligence was all I had. My brain, the way I think, is who I am. Who I was."
BASICS
NAME: Born Felton, goes by Phi.
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Autumn 2751
AGE: 19 as of 2770
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Journeyman Scribe/Candidate.
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Bluish-grey.
HAIR: Brown.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6’0”, lean and somewhat lanky.
PLAY-BY: Luke Kleintank
FULL APPEARANCE:
Phi is a lean guy with too-long arms and even longer legs. He walks a bit awkwardly, almost like a baby deer that is still getting used to the concept of moving around. The lankiness doesn’t quite translate to height - he’s average height, just ridiculously long. He’s a bit pale from years inside obsessively pursuing knowledge, but he’s definitely built up a bit of a tan and some muscle in the past year.
In somewhat distancing himself from being a scribe, he decided the second he graduated that he’d allow his appearance to be messy - definitely not aggressively so, because he certainly didn’t want it to come across like he didn’t care about himself, but he is a bit unkempt. He keeps his hair particularly short so all he has to do is brush it aside for it to look presentable. He mainly wears browns and greys and keeps to clothes that are easy to move around in. You’ll never, ever see him in formal wear. In terms of his fashion sense, think Indiana Jones.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Phi is cold and clinical to the point that he comes across uncaring. Invested in the pursuit of knowledge, he tends to get rather obsessed with the idea that he could one day learn everything there possibly is to know. He is rightfully confident in his work and intelligence, extremely persistent, and works extremely well under pressure. He manages to keep himself generally almost entirely objective and doesn’t let his emotions get in the way of discovering the truth. That objectivity has made him a bit abrasive, but he considers that to be something he can’t exactly help - if anyone wants to attempt a friendship with him, they’ll simply have to look past the fact that he “tells it the way it is” and will never spare feelings in favour of telling the truth.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Fella (mother, alive)
Antonn (father, alive)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: ...
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
Phi has never been the sort of person to make connections with people - something that started from the moment he was born. Borderline obsessed with reading and learning even as a small child, he found it increasingly difficult to make any sort of lasting friends. He’d hold a “conversation” (strong word for a six-year-old) for a very short amount of time before getting incredibly bored and deciding that a book was a far better use of his energy than trying to connect. From the moment he could hold a book and understand the words on the page, he was buried in the story in front of him.
His intensity did not go unnoticed by anyone around him. While other children were put off by how often he wanted to talk about history and whatever he was reading that day, the adults around him began to put the idea of becoming a scribe into his mind - an idea that took to heart and went with the second that he was allowed to. At age 8, he began training as an apprentice scribe, which he poured his heart and soul into.
By the time he turned 18, he started experiencing what some might call burnout - events like Nornth’s maiden flight and the rebellion of Fort Hold weighed down on his mental state pretty severely, though he’d never admit it. Instead of calling it “burnout”, because he’d never admit to being capable of such a thing, he decided that the feelings he had were because he was becoming too knowledgeable for Fort Weyr and needed to go elsewhere to start accumulating as much knowledge as possible. Immediately after walking the tables at 18, he headed to Semaca - transferring to a newer Weyr was the perfect opportunity to learn more than anyone in Fort Weyr could have possibly taught him.
Despite moving, though, the burnout stayed with him, and those feelings began to shift into unease and restlessness. He didn’t feel he was making any progress at all, and it frustrated him to the point of wanting to give up. His attempts at perseverance only lasted so long before he decided that he could not spend the rest of his life with the singular goal of working his way up to Master and he needed to find something new to do that would interest him more than what he’d been doing essentially his entire life, so he became a candidate.
