"My reason may very well be hanging by a thread. Well, my friends, it is my belief that the best things happen just before the thread snaps."
--Geoffrey Tennant, Slings & Arrows
This man is so completely normal and chill you guys I swear
BASICS
NAME: H'let, formerly Hanalet, Freyten before that
GENDER: Cis man
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Straight, but with theater guy energy to it (i.e. would kiss another man passionately on the lips if there was literally any reason to do so)
BIRTHDATE: Late Fall 2748
AGE: 28 as of Summer 2777
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Greenrider, former apprentice harper (but don't ask)
WING: Chopin Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Dark brown, wavy
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'5, average build
PLAY-BY: Paul Gross
EXPY SOURCE: Geoffrey Tennant (Slings & Arrows)
FULL APPEARANCE:
H'let is constantly a little disheveled, hair wild, clothes wrinkled, buckles and buttons often being left undone at random intervals in places where it is not vital to have them done up properly. He prefers to wear layers and oversized clothes, almost as if he's trying to hide inside them. He has dark, wavy hair that he appears to actively try to coax into an unkempt state. Beyond his unkempt clothing and hair, there's not much about him that is especially notable, appearance-wise.
He tends to enunciate extremely well, and has a habit of quoting various Harper songs if a situation reminds him of one, speaking the lyrics rather than singing them. He also has an odd - and potentially worrying - habit of playing with his belt knife, though it quickly becomes apparent that it's more a fidget tool for him than an attempt to be intimidating. His general vibe is more 'sad, wet, nervous cat that needs help' than 'someone to be afraid of'.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
H'let is a man who is not entirely sure that he trusts himself. He always seems to have an odd sort of energy to him, not quite mania and not quite nervous, but something halfway between the two. He is easily distractible, almost by choice, as focusing on himself is something he's not altogether comfortable with. It's for exactly this reason that he likes to stay busy, so he doesn't have to be alone with his own thoughts. When he is alone with his own thoughts, he will vocalize imaginary arguments, since he's good at guessing what people he's gotten close to will say about a given situation or response.
He is a man who feels emotions very deeply, which scares him. He tries to keep people at arm's distance so he doesn't get hurt because of this tendency, but he's not actually good at it. He's far too sociable, and he's unafraid of looking stupid or saying something that sounds crazy, which means he's willing to stand up for what he thinks is right no matter how unpopular it might be. After all, he's already made a complete fool of himself once, and that blew up his life, so nothing could possibly end as bad as that did as far as he's concerned. He is also good at finding the reasons behind people's decisions and at helping them open up and be vulnerable in a way that's safe. As a result he forms intimate friendships fast, but he isn't always good at putting in the work of making them last when they're no longer around him. He is extremely defensive of people under his care, as well as crafter arts, but other than that, there are very few subjects he gets truly passionate about.
H'let is the sort of man who'd make a phenomenal mentor or candidate/weyrling assistant. He loves nothing better than fostering young people, helping them to make their talents shine, and especially fostering a love of singing. He himself can't bring himself to anymore - doing so will make him remember the horrible emotions he felt the last time he tried to sing as if it was happening for the first time - but he can damn well make sure other people get to know what it feels like to sing a ballad that will move a roomful of people to tears if that's what they want. He's a bit of a hypocrite in that he wants people to be their best, but is not good at personal growth himself. He also seems to have infinite patience trying to get people to work on their weaker areas, almost to the point of ignoring his other duties if they continue to struggle or someone else doesn't intervene.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Average people at Fort Hold
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: That is a loaded forsking question
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Hold
HISTORY:
Freyten was born in Fort Hold to unassuming parents. From a very young age, he had a dream of becoming a world-renowned Harper and becoming a household name, so when he turned eight he enrolled himself in the Harper craft hall with his parents' full support. From the start, he showed both talent and a willingness to work hard at it. Even at that age, he felt his emotions very deeply, and he was able to channel them into his singing.
During his apprentice years, he formed many close relationships, including a whirlwind romance with a fellow apprentice, Fanelle, and a fast (if sometimes tumultuous) friendship with Wellever. Over the turns, it became increasingly apparent to Freyten that Wellever was in love with him, but since Wellever never said or did anything about it, Freyten was content to pretend he didn't notice, assuming that Wellever respected his relationship with Fanelle. However, it all came to a head in Freyten's eighteenth turn. Wellever had a nasty habit of playing mind games instead of just saying what he wanted or needed, and one night he managed to talk Fanelle into bed with him. Fanelle, wracked with guilt, told Freyten...right before he was due to undergo his assessment to see if he was ready to walk the tables. Freyten would never know if this was carefully orchestrated by Wellever to try and 'help' Freyten evoke the inner turmoil of the song he was meant to be singing, or if it was simply bad timing on Fanelle's part.
Either way, Freyten froze up onstage in the middle of a song he'd performed a million times, unable to so much as croak out a note. And the longer the silence lasted, the worse it got, the more terror and panic and shame he felt until it built up into a horrible maelstrom he couldn't cope with, so he jumped off the stage and just ran. Ran out of the building, ran halfway across the hold, to the first caravan that was leaving, and just left without a word to anyone. He ran all the way to Ista, and when that wasn't far enough to outrun his utter mortification and sense of betrayal, he kept on running straight to the summerlands in the turn 2766, very shortly after it was officially recognized by the other Weyrs. On the way there, he changed his name to Hanalet, in an effort to distance himself from the very public breakdown he'd had at the Harper Hall, as well as to discourage Fanelle or Wellever from ever finding him.
He'd been Searched before, but had turned down the offer to go to Fort Weyr as he'd wanted to focus on his singing career. But with that dead and done, he decided he could try giving candidacy a shot. If nothing else, it would give him something to focus on. To his utter surprise, at the very next hatching in 2767, he was actually chosen, and by a stunning green. Their relationship was rocky at the start, Euraroth's secretive tendancies reminding him a little too much of Wellever and his mind games for comfort, but they were able to work through that well enough that they survived weyrlinghood. While no longer a singer, H'let craved something creative, and so joined Chopin squad, wanting to help build things as a creative outlet for himself.
Life in the summerlands has been hard, but it suits them. H'let likes keeping busy, and Euraroth wants to stay with the community she knows and cares about. They have been more happy than not, despite all of the strange things that happen and the danger, and content with their lot. But if a weyrlingmaster or - even better - a candidatemaster position opened up, he might consider uprooting them.
