BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Bayard
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: Well. Er. Hmm. *insert awkward chuckling here*
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2746
AGE: 21, as of 2767
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: Daylight
APPEARANCE
EYES:
HAIR:
HEIGHT AND BUILD: six feet of perfection
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE: Broad shouldered and sturdy. Blunt teeth, lips hovering on the edge of being thin, smile the same width as his shoulders. Too tall to be called stocky, Bayard is caught somewhere in the middle. Too soft for hard, too hard for soft. Not quite bulky but not quite round, he certainly isn't lean. But he's comfortable in his skin. Rather flippant about it. Bayard never did catch on to social constructs around body image. His hair is messy, a soft brown, downy to the touch and always frazzled.
His eyes are wide and a warm amber in color. One eyebrow bisected by a scar, and these are a slightly darker brown than his hair. His palms are wide and his fingers a bit stubby. His jaw is strong, cheeks full, and nose hooked at the bridge and a bit wide. One nostril is missing a chunk of skin on the same side as his broken eyebrow, courtesy of a bad fall as a child.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Bayard is loud, as if he is afraid you won't hear him with all the noise of milling humanity. He talks loud, and sometimes slowly, as if words are puzzle pieces he is putting together. Usually it is just him sorting out the situation. He still hasn't perfected socializing on a scale of more than one to one. Surprisingly, Bayard doesn't have a shy bone in his body. People are of great interest, even if they often confuse him and occasionally give him anxiety (not that he has a word for that gut twisting sensation that screams run).
He is not stupid, but often gullible, and ignorant to many social cues of the subtler short, which can make exchanges awkward. He is comfortable with whers. Grinning at any he sees, but he does not approach or touch or speak to them as one might expect of someone raised by little more than one woman and one wher. And somehow he's manage to come out of it all a bit cocksure
HISTORY
FAMILY: Momma & brown Balask
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: A mountainside.
HISTORY: Bayard never knew his mother's name (and he never knew what a father even was until he was much too old to be asking if he had one and what his name might have been, much less where the man might be). She was always, simply, Momma, and since there was no one but his mother for speaking to, her name never came up in conversations with others. He was born on a blustering spring evening to momma, who lived alone with her brown wher, furtive and distrustful, in the Pernese wilderness. Not a particularly safe place, especially once Thread began to fall. They were what you would deem, Holdless, but Momma took it a step farther than that. Sure that any who might know of him would come to take Bayard away from her, Momma kept him completely hidden from other people. Any bartering she needed to do, she did alone. Leaving Bayard to be tended by her wher in her absence.
This never seemed strange to Bayard. He knew nothing else, unaware that there was a world of full of people living in cramped stone quarters just waiting for him to discover them (or the other way around). Until Momma grew sick. Too sick to care for him, and Bayard ended up riding Balask (who never spoke directly to Bayard until that moment) down the mountain and into a "Hold", whatever that was, to fetch a Healer. This was Bayard's introduction to the world. The Hold kept him, though help was sent for his mother. Ten year old children shouldn't be in the wilds on their own. Nor should women, but Momma would not be kept. She ended up vanishing into the night with Balask once she was able. She tried taking Bayard with him, but confused, having just been woken from a dead sleep, belly full and body warm like it had never been before, Bayard did not go with her. And she never came back to ask a second time.
Bayard was sure he would have said "yes" if she'd just come back. Instead he had to figure out how to be a Hold brat. Whatever that was. Another face among many, ignorant and lectured by Harpers. Bayard liked the Hold, but at the same time, he missed the quiet roaming he did with his mother. And of course, he missed Momma herself, and ever silent Balask. Bayard never did get a chance to apprentice for anything. He'd only just finished learning his letters and most of his sums when he was Searched. Hauled off for yet another adjustment, this time to the Weyr.
UPDATES
- Early Fall, 2768: Bayard Impresses to white Raidoth. Last time hatch from the Tangled Serpent Egg.