BASICS
NAME:Kebar
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Married to his work
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2727
AGE: 46 of 2773
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler / Carpenter
Squad: Chopin Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown, but he squints to the point you barely see them.
HAIR: Medium brown, very short
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'4 - Exceptionally solid upper body muscle. Arms are massive and strong.
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE:
Kebar is a man who's been working a hard laborious trade his whole adulthood and it shows. His arms are massive and toned with muscle, all from turns of lifting heavy pieces of wood to his work bench and using heavy tools to mold them as he needed. He's a solid man; a charging wher probably couldn't knock him over. While his arms and chest are toned like a statue, his stomach bulges slightly with a bit of a gut. Don't be fooled though, many a challenger has hurt their knuckles trying to punch there, assuming the flesh to be soft. There's almost nothing on this man that could be considered 'soft'.
He's hardly what you call a handsome man, as his face is always molded into one of stern grumpiness. His mouth has seemingly been molded into a permeant frown, with a sharp square chin under it all, nestled within a relatively rectangular face. His thick eyebrows are always turned down at an angle, seemingly to force his eyes into a perpetual squint. There's sharp lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth from age... or maybe his constant hard expression, it's difficult to say. Kebar keeps his hair exceptionally short, practically fuzz, though it's usually hard to even see it under the cap he always wears. He likes to keep clean shaven, but he can beard it up from time to time.... or if he forgets to shave for awhile.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Kebar is a very stoic and quiet man. He's very content to be on his own and he likes to have solitude to work in. Noise and talking won't distract him though. He's had plenty of practice to tune it out. He's a very focused individual, so when he sets himself to something he can just do it. Because of this, he can come off as a bit stand-offish and uninterested. He isn't a fan of small talk and he won't really feel bad if he insults someone by not replying initially. Well, maybe a little bad but what's there to do? If he has nothing to say, he won't say it.
The man takes immense pride in his craft and his skill. He's spent turns of his adulthood practicing and perfecting his woodwork. It's been something that interested him since youth, however, unlike most people, he has little interest in the appearance of it. Atleast, concerning the items and repairs he churns out. The man is all about purpose and longevity. So, this has led him to not care at all about the visual appeal; to him it's better an item last and be sturdy, than look nice. So, sometimes his pieces can be lopsided looking or just.... mismatched, but just try and smash that chair or chest! It would likely last through a firestone explosion.
People have mentioned this to him, but of course, Kebar doesn't care. His attitude is very much: take it or leave it. He doesn't get offended or hurt by such things, but this can make him difficult to work with. He is rather aware of the value of his work, so he tends to see himself with the upper hand.
Overall, he's a relatively modest man. He does his job day in and day out and feels relatively fulfilled and content with that. He likes the routine of working and he's fine to be a lone outcast or to simply be the quiet individual while someone else in the room talks on.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: Deceased (age)
Mother: Alive
Siblings: maybe
Many cousins and other relatives about.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE:Nerat
HISTORY:
Kebar has always been relatively quiet and self-contained, even from his youth. At the time, it was hard to imagine he'd grow into the imposing beast of a man he would be as an adult. Everything about him was pretty average at the start. Average looks, average height, relatively inoffensive personality. Though no one was mean to him or unwelcome, Kebar simply liked to keep to his own. He liked to focus on tasks, whether they be chores or lessons from his parents. He felt best when he was busy with an activity.
During quiet spells, young Kebar took up whittling as a hobby. With a knife gifted to him one nameday, he took to finding bits of stray wood and other things to carve in his free time. While he never had the talent of a more experienced artisan, his creations were relatively good, but it planted the idea of woodworking into his head. The moment he could, Kebar set out to find a carpenter to train him in the craft, finding he like working with wood. For turns, he learned the advanced skills that would make him useful to society: cutting, carving, building. He never went to a Hall officially, but there was plenty around his home that were willing to pass the craft to a younger generation. Much of his skill came from his own efforts, seeing what worked and what didn't. However, it was quickly realized that despite his enjoyment of the craft, most of Kebar's pieces looked... rather homely. Somehow inexperienced.
Tables and furniture had awful grain, mismatched patterns in the wood, cuts being too angled and then applied with bits and bobs to make the seam flush. The only way his pieces didn't look like a complete eyesore, was if they were covered in something like paint or a cloth... or hidden in a storage room. However, there was no argument that his work was sound, though. All his pieces were sturdy; they were strong and were very hard to break or pull apart. They would last well into the ages and get much use.
They were just so, so ugly and unpolished looking....
Thankfully, not all woodwork needed to be eye pleasing. Kebar looked for work in the ship building yard roughly in his 20s. Through a bit of coaxing, he took to traveling on moderate sized ships as one of the carpenter hands to handle on-voyage repairs. Seafarers rarely cared much for beauty on their ships. Any real sailor would rather have a mast or joint that could withhold the strong gales of a storm compared to nicely carved designs in a cabin. This is where Kebar thrived, and spent many turns well into his work, only getting better and more efficient. However, shipwork in any capacity was always very hard. Only a select breed of people could handle the hardship and strain of it for indefinitely. Kebar was not one of those individuals. While he didn't mind the ocean, he'd had his fill of being stuck on a ship that tended to fall apart more than one would assume in the middle of a journey. He was getting older and wanted to return back to working a steady job on solid land.
Before he left, a number of work related friends and family members suggested that maybe he get a partner; someone to keep an eye on him and help. While he was still 'young', only just reaching his mid 30s, it was only a matter of time before work got too taxing. Best to play things smart and invest in help, right? A wher would certainly be handy! Kebar had never considered such a thing, but had known a number of people to use the dragonkin with great success in their trades. Perhaps it would be helpful if he got a bronze or a brown to help with pulling heavy loads and such...
After much scrounging with his savings and assistance from said friends and family, Kebar was able to purchase an egg from a merchant. Alas, inside the egg was not the strong bronze or brown he wished for. It was a green, a lovely if not simply colored green. She was lithe and elegant for a wher, with long legs and a lovely face compared to other more fiercesome looking types. However, Kebar quickly found this wher, soon named Kebask, was not keen on hard labor.
She refused to pull carts or anything physically taxing, refused to do anything that would dirty her hide or muss her claws and wings. At every instance, she insisted she was a lady and above such things. Hardly the wher he intended.... but Kebar was taken to her. He liked her, and he found she had a good eye for things. Things that people liked and what made his woodwork so.... visually unappealing. Of course, she always wanted things to be 'perfect', everything aligned and just so... but Kebar was willing to compromise to a point. She didn't help with physically but he had to admit, she made his pieces a little less offensive to people.
Atleast that's what they told him. Frankly, he was just happy to be able to move on to the next job and not argue about things he considered pointless.
Strangely enough, Kebar didn't want to just stay strictly to Nerat. While he liked routine, he did enjoy the idea of moving ahead on things as he progressed through life. There was a lot of buzz about concerning the southern continent: the Weyr of Semaca. It certainly sounded different from his original home life, and considering how in the wilds it was, surely they would appreciate his prowess for good quality work over aesthetic looks, like most other places. With the decision made, he began preparations to voyage down. Of course, Kebask complained and whined and was convinced she'd wither and die there.... but they eventually went. Off to Semaca!
