"What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Hagrid
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Presumably straight, probably flexible.
BIRTHDATE: Early Fall 2735
AGE: 41 as of Late Fall 2776
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Dark Gray
HAIR: Black, very wavy and somewhat unkempt looking
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 7' 0", built not unlike a tree trunk. Or a herdbeast.
PLAY-BY: Robbie Coltrane (As Rubeus Hagrid)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Hagrid is a huge hulking mass of a man, in every sense of the word. One could describe him as built like an ancient tree trunk: tall, wide, and sturdy as can be. He has dark gray eyes and long, shaggy black hair. His hair falls past his shoulders, but with the beard he has he almost appears to have a mane. It goes everywhere and looks fairly unkempt and disorganized, though he takes care to keep it knot free. With his size comes great strength. He often pats people on the back too hard, though not purpose, and can lift heavy loads with an amount of ease.
Another identifiable thing about Hagrid is his odd, heavy accent. He drops syllables left and right and slurs words together while still somehow managing to make sense. The fact that his voice is already deep and gruff probably doesn't help, but he can throw together a coherent sentence.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Hagrid is an intimidating presence size wise, but there's no better example of a gentle giant. he is an incredibly warm, kind-hearted man. While he sometimes forgets his own strength, he's extremely apologetic to anyone he might accidentally knock off balance. He can often appear clumsy or uncoordinated due to his efforts to treat everything delicately. Hagrid has a love for all living things, from dragons to whers to firelizards, and all other fauna on PERN. Hagrid has a lot of deeps set insecurities, and is a sensitive individual. He takes criticism hard, and struggles not to take things personally. He's extremely protective of his friends, not above threatening or rough up anyone who dares cause them harm, whether verbally or physically. The flip side of this coin is his tendency to get weepy when those he's close to get hurt. He's also awful at keeping secrets, which can lead others to believe he's untrustworthy.
Hagrid also has a tendency to isolate himself, often preferring the company of animals over people. That isn't to say he dislikes people, but its a habit that is also tied to his emotional state. The more stressed out he is, the more likely he is to keep away from others.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Fridwulfa (Mother)
Grawp (Half Brother)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: A small Hold north of Fort
HISTORY:
Hagrid was born in a small Hold to the north of Fort, to a small, tight knit family. His father was a traveling merchant, and his mother thought it better to keep his identity from Hagrid, if only because of some misguided thought that he would want to leave if he knew. He grew up active, encouraged to help with the farming as he aged. He took after his mother in many regards. She was a tall, muscular woman, and Hagrid turned out much the same way. It made him quite popular for tasks that involved heavy lifting or strenuous labor. He performed without complaint, and seemingly with ease. Hagrid only took on more responsibilities with the bird of his half brother, not that he minded. He was more than happy to watch over him when he was the easiest option.
The war came to an end when he was 20, though his home was largely spared due to its size. He grew up on stories of it, ranging anywhere from heroic to horror. The following turns were quiet. He spent much of his time with the animals, enjoying their company as much - if not more - than that of other people. It was early into his 23rd turn when a searchdragon came to his hold. He was searched, and he found himself rather excited by the prospect. His mother seemed upset, but she was supportive. It was a great honor, and Hagrid promised to come visit when he could, and send letters when he couldn't. To his surprise, Hagrid stumbled across a firelizard egg shortly after arriving at Fort Weyr. It hatched into a little brown in the spring of 2758, which he named Witherwings
Not three turns after arriving, Golre declared war on Fort. By then, he had already aged out of being a dragon candidate, though he didn't mind. He seemed enamored with whers, and the transition over into being a wher candidate was simple enough. Still, he couldn't help but feel helpless as High Reaches attacked Fort over the turn. They won, in the end, but the horrors of the attacks wouldn't be quickly forgotten.
Serapheth proved to be just as vicious as a wher, if not moreso. It almost made Hagrid happy he had aged out. Almost. He still didn't have a partner, besides Witherwings, waiting patiently on a wher. In his time waiting, he found himself falling into old habits, volunteering with Beastcrafters and Farmcrafters. He was no stranger to either craft, though he was never formally trained. He found comfort in the distraction, especially as he grew older. He acquired another pet in that time, a canine he named Fang in the year 2765. He was a huge comfort, especially following the chaos Bendan caused in the same turn and the poisoning of the Trailblazers.
His turns of not impressing led him to seek out other things to do with his time. He found great joy in his work with Beastcrafters, and began using his time to learn the craft. If things didn't work out with a wher, being a Beastcrafter was the next best thing to Hagrid. Merchants came and went at the oddest times, when Hagrid didn't have the marks to pick up an egg. He chalked it up to bad luck, and tried not to let it get him down.
Five turns after that, misfortune befalls Fort yet again with the eggs of Garnet Neozeoth being stolen in the night. Understandably, when they showed up at High Reaches, the relationship between the Weyrs was destroyed. Hagrid was reminded of Golre all those years ago. Was High Reaches turning back to their former tyrannic ways? He could only hope not, with the news of a gold hatching from the clutch that was donated to them shortly after. He didn't want another war in his lifetime.
