"Welcome all, to the everlasting all-time low
Please put your hands together
For the ever-failing one man show"
--Key Entity Extraction I: Domino the Destitute, Coheed & Cambria
BASICS
NAME: N'ost, formerly Netost
GENDER: Cis man
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Homoromantic homosexual
BIRTHDATE: Spring of 2745
AGE: 32 as of 2777
LOCATION: Semaca
OCCUPATION: Blue rider, apprentice Scribe
WING: Chopin
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blond, short
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'2, average build
PLAY-BY: Owen Burnett (Gargoyles)
FULL APPEARANCE:
The most notable thing about N'ost is that he's well-dressed. He tends to wear formal clothes more often than not, and they are very well cared for. Beyond that, there's nothing especially memorable about N'ost. He has an average height and build, his hair is sensibly short for a rider's (even though he is not a threadfighter), his face is fairly plain and unremarkable; strong jaw, but not notably so, a little bit of a Grecian nose, and sensible spectacles. His posture is straight, the few words he bothers to speak are typically clipped and precise. He appears to be every inch the perfect gentleman dragonrider.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
To say that N'ost has an inferiority complex would be a bit of an understatement. He thinks that he is horribly, incurably boring, and he has no idea what to do about that. He tries to dress and speak as perfectly as possible in order to avoid criticism and to ward off any professional disaster. He is the sort of person who thinks he's doomed to always be overlooked for promotion, whose ideas will always be stolen by the more loud and charismatic members of whatever wing or squad he's a part of. He has very little confidence in himself, and tends to assume that no one else does either, so he compensates for that by trying to be a solid, indispensable worker. At least he can make it hard to get rid of himself if he isn't going to be recognized.
For all that he's pessimistic about his own abilities, he is very diligent and precise. He struggles to be sociable with people, although he does crave social interaction as much as anyone. He tends to answer questions simply and straightforwardly, assuming that people are not actually interested in him and are just being polite. He is jealous of people for whom socializing seems to come so effortlessly, and he tends to be particularly curt with them. The one exception is his own dragon, and even after all these turns together, he is still trying to figure out where the blue got such a large personality, and how N'ost himself can find that kind of personality for himself. But he simply tries to make do with being useful.
N'ost's bitterness at his (self-proclaimed) lot in life means that he tends to find the misfortune of others satisfying, and rather enjoys Kleeth's nastier comments, though he tries not to let on, trying to maintain the clean and professional veneer he's cultivating.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Average scribes in Telgar territory
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Midsized hold in Telgar territory
HISTORY:
Netost was born to two unremarkable scribes in a midsized hold in Telgar territory. He was also trained as a scribe once he got old enough. His parents were loving, but not particularly good at being parents; in particular, they weren't very good at showing their son affection or at praising him. They would tell him how he could improve work that he had done, seeing this as teaching rather than criticism, and were largely unaware that this gave their son a complex. At home, he always felt like he didn't know enough, wasn't good enough as a scribe, as he was constantly comparing himself to his parents. Among peers, he was typically thought of as being a know-it-all or elitist. He couldn't quite seem to find his niche no matter what he did.
At 15, a Searchdragon came to his hold and said he showed some aptitude to become a dragonrider. His parents were thrilled, and urged him to go. He did so, although somewhat reluctantly, worried that the weyrfolk would find him as unlikeable as everyone else did. This turned out to be something of a self-fulfilling prophecy, as he kept himself largely apart from his fellow candidates, basically ensuring that none of them would become his friends.
The turns passed, clutches were laid, and dragon after dragon passed him over. When the Weyrs formally recognized Semaca, he considered putting in for a transfer. He considered it for the better part of a turn, until he realized that no one would miss him, and at least if he shipped himself off to the most remote Weyr possible, nobody would be around to witness his failure when he inevitably didn't impress. Unable to stand the idea of people laughing at him, and hoping that Semaca would at last hold a place for him (it was where all the rejects ended up, after all) he put in for a transfer there in the winter of 2765, traveling down to the summerlands at around the same time as the donated clutches.
To his utter shock, Netost impressed during that very same clutch, shortly before he turned 21, to blue Kleeth. Kleeth was not what he expected, to say the least, but at last he had found someone who seemed to like him, who actively sought out his company. Semaca still was not perfect, and he still seemed incapable of finding where he fit, but at least he had Kleeth. He put his head down and tried to be a good member of Chopin Squad, hoping to prove himself useful, to prove that he and Kleeth deserved their place among the Weyrfolk, even if Kleeth couldn't pull his weight in the way that other dragons could.
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