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Ollyver

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Ollyver

Ollyver

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*sigh*

BASICS

NAME: Ollyver; formerly Ollyvia, accepts Olly for short
GENDER: Masculine (transgender, born female)
PRONOUNS: Masculine (he/him/his)
ORIENTATION: Tired (Demiromantic Asexual; leans more toward men/masculine people)

BIRTHDATE: Late Winter 2749
AGE: 22 as of Early Spring 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrfolk
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown, like rich klah
HAIR: Black, in silky waves, cut short and unevenly
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 7", skinny with wiry muscles
PLAY-BY: N/A, art credits go to picrew.me
FULL APPEARANCE: Ollyver stands at a decent 5' 7" tall, and is built of bony corners and scrawny muscles, with barely any feminine roundness or curves to speak of anymore. His raven black hair is cut short and unevenly, as he himself did the deed of hacking most of it away. His skin is pale, and unmarred by freckles, birthmarks, or other such skin marks. His eyes are light brown, like klah mixed with cream, and are almost always half-closed with exhaustion and heavily shadowed. In order to hide what little femininity he has left, Ollyver wears baggy clothing in dark hues and keeps himself out of sight of most everyone, not wanting to draw attention to himself and thus interact with people. Ollyver is occasionally seen mincing around in pain after hard work the day before, a result of overwork from his teens.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Ollyver, to put it simply, is a pessimist and an introvert, with little to no patience for people bothering him when he's trying to rest. He also has no tolerance for Traditionalists, and will offer only a sullen glare to anyone who begins spouting Traditionalist mantras. Ollyver often assumes the worst of people right from the start, often giving them a look of tired suspicion and keeping his distance. He comes off as antisocial, and that's exactly what he is...to an extent. Ollyver is less antisocial, and more too tired to interact with others like a normal human being. In truth, Ollyver craves a little attention from others, but he's almost always too exhausted to be anything but tired and withdrawn. With weakness in his lower back that is worsened by strenuous activity, he is careful not to overdo it, as he'll end up stiff as a board and aching terribly the day after. Even so, Ollyver is more than a little stubborn and a hard worker, and will see things through, even if it'll leave him terribly sore the next day.

Ollyver can be surly and bad-tempered when he's in pain. He also has a sleeping problem, and is prone to snapping at people who startle him or just get on his nerves in general. He is sensitive to physical touch when surprised, hating it with a burning passion, especially if touched on his back. If you touch Ollyver and he didn't hear you coming or give you express permission to touch him, prepare to get yelled at. A light sleeper, Ollyver has difficulty sleeping properly if he's too sore, often ending up dozing on and off all night as he tries to find a comfortable way to lie down, the aches inevitably rousing him to roll to another position. He often fails to get proper rest, and is thus extremely cross, desperate for a little sleep to get him back to normal. Until proper sleep could be acquired, Ollyver has decided that solitude would be the best for himself and others around him. That, and klah.

Ollyver isn't always so ill-tempered. He has quite a soft side buried underneath his achiness and exhaustion and sour attitude. He is very fond of fresh strawberries, and finds it hard to resist anyone offering any. He also prefers soft foods, as he finds that they're easier for his system to handle and don't require as much energy to eat. Ollyver doesn't really care if his food is tasteless, as long as it supplies his needs; he'd eat porridge for breakfast, porridge for lunch, and porridge for dinner, if necessary. Ollyver also loves soft things, since softness is often the only countermeasure to his achy days and nights, along with heated stones and an occasional back brace hidden under his clothes. Though he'll never admit it, Ollyver yearns for someone's gentle touch. Someone to have and to hold, who'll do the same for him, in time. Ollyver realizes he's a little messed up and difficult to be around, but he's accepted that about himself (mostly), and hopes to find someone who can tolerate him.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father - alive, Tillek Hold
Mother - alive, Tillek Hold
Siblings - none
Grandparents, aunts/uncles, or family friends - none to speak of
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None yet, but open!
BIRTHPLACE: Tillek Hold, in a small residence within the Hold
HISTORY: TW: transphobia, refusal of pronouns

Ollyver was born Ollyvia, a beautiful daughter to loving parents in Tillek Hold. His father was a minor fisherman, and his mother a simple housewife. Everything was right as rain...until Ollyvia came out as transgender at the age of 15 Turns, after a long couple of Turns of self-exploration, changing his name from Ollyvia to Ollyver. His mother accepted him right off the bat, full of love for her only child. His father, on the other hand, was utterly disgusted and refused to accept that his perfect daughter wasn't precisely as he wanted. Ollyver's mother has always done her best to protect her son from her husband's vehement disapproval. With her acting as a buffer, Ollyver suffered little more than disgusted glares and a few hateful words from his father.

Ollyver's problems with his father continued all through his teenage years, with the two of them occasionally getting into heated verbal fights that increased in frequency as Ollyver got older and more fed up with his father. He did stay, for his mother's sake more than anything. Olly pulled his weight when chores needed done, no matter how numerous or taxing they may be. As a result of constantly overdoing it and not resting his body correctly, Ollyver has been left with a bit of weakness in his lower back. Even after he began treating it with rest and warmth, the problem remained. To this day, Ollyver has to take it easy, lest he end up sore and hurting the next day.

Ollyver remained with his parents until he became an adult, almost immediately leaving the house and finding his own way. He gave a loving goodbye to his mother and even swallowed his pride to bid farewell to his father. The man completely shunned Ollyver's parting. Ollyver moved out of Tillek, ending up in Nabol Hold, scraping by doing odd jobs and finding modest accommodation to live in, hoping to at least live his life out of scrutiny. Alas, even without his father, Oliver still found some people were unaccepting of him in Nabol. Tired of the stares, even with the support of accepting folk, he decided to seek shelter in the High Reaches Weyr, quietly hoping someone there would find something worthwhile in him.

A deep, far-out-of-reach dream of Ollyver's was to become a dragonrider, even at a young age. Now, would he have the chance, despite his weak back dragging him down? Ollyver knows that being a dragonrider, or even a wherhandler, is very hard and physical work. Pain was bound to flare up very frequently as he worked his duties in the Weyr. Even just caring for a dragon was going to make his life difficult, let alone fighting Thread! Realizing this, Ollyver buried his inner desires and approached the Weyr with the intention of becoming weyrfolk, knowing that weyrfolk are also expected to work hard, but at least not scrub a massive dragon. He'd scrubbed plenty of floors before, so what was a few more? At least then, he'd be able to at least watch dragons move about and dream a little, and perhaps finally find his people. And some sleep.
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Barb

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BASICS

NAME: Barb
BIRTHDATE Early Fall 2772
AGE: Newborn as of Early Fall 2772

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Gold
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FULL APPEARANCE:
Barb is a dainty little creature, a medium toned gold all over her body except for the backs of her wings, which are a pale gold. She sports a stripe running from her tail, along the lower edge of her wings, and a curled barb on her side, in bold bright gold. The hooked marking on her side earned her her name, for the sight looked just like a fisher's barb to the flit's new human.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Barb is a pretty sweet gold, in general, but she does have several traits that make her a bit of a nuisance to deal with. She is a high-energy flit, very playful and rarely able to sit still in one place for long. This flit is insatiably curious and easily excited by anything or anyone new. She loves to make new friends, be they a flit, dragon, wher, person, or even a herdbeast!

That said, Barb isn’t all ridiculous and high-maintenance. She has this cute little squeal reserved only for her human, who she loves with every bit of her little golden heart. However, Barb is as her name implies: barbed. She is extremely protective of her Ollyver, and will fly into a squeaking rage when he is upset. To her, she is extremely frightening when enraged. To everyone else, she is just the cutest thing little flit.

Barb will, over time, become very attuned and sensitive to her Ollyver’s feelings and moods. She will know exactly when to stop trying to get him to play, and instead enter comfort mode. She takes the role of big sister in stride, humming lullabies and sweet sounds to try to soothe her human and ease his hurts. Ollyver is hers now, no doubt about it.
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