BASICS
NAME: Kirin
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: eww
BIRTHDATE: Midwinter 2762
AGE: 15 as of 2777
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Dirty blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'8". Short and skinny with lithe muscle.
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE:
Kirin is a scrawny kid, all knees and elbows, who is constantly fidgeting. He’s decently fit from a childhood of running around the mountains. In the sun of Semaca, his skin has become tanned and smattered with freckles, a contrast to his green eyes. He cuts his shaggy, shoulder-length hair himself, and it is perpetually messy, sometimes pulled into a ponytail.
He doesn’t give much thought to clothing, wearing whatever is at hand so long as he can move freely in it. However, he has pierced his ears, and is fond of sticking bits of bone or little handmade trinkets through them, as well as wearing bracelets and necklaces made with found objects.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Kirin comes across as loud, rather obnoxious, and careless. He’s sociable in a superficial way, seeking attention and admiration. However, he doesn’t know what to do with sincerity or vulnerability.
Kirin hasn’t ever entertained much hope for the future or trust in his surroundings, so he chronically lives in the moment, getting as much out of every instant as he can. His habitual way of living has been to snatch all the scraps he can for himself, make a comfortable little routine, and not look beyond that.
He keeps a collection of rocks, little carvings, animal bones and the like — these constitute his home more than any physical place.
Kirin is smarter than he’s given credit for, but he has never applied himself. He has a heart and potential to be a member of the weyr community somewhere. However, he will fight every step of the way to hide the best parts of himself, because he is deeply mistrustful of leaving himself open.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Father (unknown)
Mother (deceased)
BIRTHPLACE: A small mining hold beholden to High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY:
Kirin was conceived a few years after the Interval War ended, sometime during a multi-Hold festival. His father was unknown, and his mother died in childbirth. According to Kirin, this suited him just fine — being parentless and fostered out around the nearby mining holds meant he wasn’t subject to as much scrutiny or as high expectations.
He settled into being the problem child, scraping by with what low-level chores could be entrusted to him, and no one looked for anything more from him. As long as he was fed and could run off to explore the foothills or stage faux battles with other Hold youngsters, he was content.
Most of the people in his hold worked mining the mountains, and it was taken for granted that Kirin would soon join them. He dreaded the thought of spending the rest of his days buried in the mines, but he never forged an alternate path, never really believing it could be possible.
He spent time carving bits of wood and tinkering with machinery, developing a small mechanical gift. However, he didn’t get along with Hold craftsmen or other children well enough for him to be apprenticed into another trade.
In his childhood, Kirin acted blasé and devil-may-care, swore a lot, and nursed any physical or emotional wounds in private. This made him seem precocious and more grown up than he was. But now that he is in adolescence, these traits increasingly mark him as immature. Kirin dislikes this, but more than that dislikes the idea of growing up. To him, that only means restriction and responsibility.
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