BASICS
NAME: Merdon of Green Mardosk
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Late Summer of 2758
AGE: 19 as of Late Fall 2777
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wher Handler
WING: Dusk Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown, shaggy long
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’11” slender.
PLAY-BY: Joel Courtney
EXPY SOURCE:
FULL APPEARANCE: Merdon is a fairly averagely built young man. He’s on the short end of normal for height and quite slender in build. He doesn’t quite look like he’d blow away on a stiff breeze, but he’s close. This doesn’t seem to be due to any inherent athleticism, not in the least. He could hold his own with many things but his rather large lack of grace seems to rob him of any great athletic prowess. Merdon tends to dress very simply and prefer more natural colors and comfortable fabrics. He doesn’t tend to like to stand out and so will dress accordingly.
There is a bit of a softness to Merdon, even into his late adolescence and early adulthood. His face has a bit of a round boyishness to it and his deep brown eyes seem to always be looking somewhere far off as if his mind were far from his body… In most cases, it probably is. His hair is a fairly unruly mop upon his head. Long and wavy, constantly looking as if ‘d hastily rolled out of bed and combed his fingers through it. He takes pride in his cleanliness though, so even though his hair is unkept, it’s always as clean as he can keep it and the disarray almost seems intentional. Merdon usually keeps a bit of a stoic countenance, though if you can snap him out of his own reverie, a quiet smile usually wasn’t hard to obtain.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Merdon is a very quiet young man. He typically keeps to himself and avoids social events like the plague if he is able to. He often seems as if he’s off in his own little world and was a constant thorn in the side of any and all of his instructors… He’d seem to not be paying a lick of attention only to come back with some odd fact or detail or observation pertaining to the topic at hand… Or some obscure detail that the instructor had said earlier in the lecture… Or their current physical surroundings… Merdon is a kind enough soul but he tends to be very calculating, excelling in anything to deal with numbers or patterns. He is very observant picking out details often looked over by others.
Merdon excels at a lot of the more tedious of tasks finding it relaxing to him, especially if he can perform them alone. He works quickly and efficiently always looking for ways to perform his given tasks a bit more efficiently, but he’s not bold enough to try them if he’s not at least 98% sure of their success. Merdon is painfully shy in social situations. He finds people and their inconsistencies to be fairly terrifying and avoids unstructured situations with them as a result. His fear stretches even further than people… Unknown situations, unknown people, unknown foods… Heck anything unknown gives him great anxiety forcing him into a very structured pattern of life. But even so, he does well for himself. He simply tries to never put himself into a situation where he is surprised by such things… But that doesn’t always help with everything and his desire to try new things is at an ultimate low.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Mother: Merissa (Journeyman Beastercrafter), Donnar (White Wherhandler), no siblings that he knows of…
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None. People are scary.
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY: Merdon was born and raised in Fort Weyr. As a child he was fairly difficult. Until he could express what he was feeling in a coherent manner, all he had for communication when something scared or upset him was to scream and avoid it. This made a lot of things quite challenging for his parents as literally everything seemed to scare this kid. New foods, bodies of water, dragons… Oh if it was new, it was terrifying. So until he was well into his childhood, it was a rough road. As he grew, he grew out of such childish expressions of ones feelings and quieted as the years passed until he settled into a bit of a more oddly stoic child, leaning into the avoidance tactic rather than the screaming tactic as that seemed to get better results. Merdon learned things quickly, especially if they were of a more academic side of things. He would much rather listen to a Harper’s history tale than work in the field with his mother.
There really wasn’t a craft that really called to Merdon. He began to struggle to find where he really fit in the Weyr as nothing seemed quite right. But one day his father, from whom Merdon seemed to gain his more quiet temperament as he matured, suggested that he stand for a Wher clutch. The handlers took on many tasks to help keep the Weyr running… Perhaps, like he had, Merdon would find his calling there. Well this was new… But not out of the realm of reasonably possible. Merdon knew Donsk and even if he was rather simple, Merdon had found him to be very amiable and nice to be around. Perhaps he could try.
So it was that he found himself on this track. From a clutch of the lovely Ferorask, Merdon was entrusted one of the eggs. A friend… A companion… Maybe? No turning back now… The egg he had been given hatched and gave forth one very unique little green. A delight indeed but still Merdon received her with a bit of anxiety. Not be afraid. You good. You smart. Your Merdosk and you learn much together. Shock mingled with the love and happiness that flooded Merdon. She definitely said more than Donsk ever did. This was right. This was where he was supposed to be. He merely nodded, saying nothing. Thankfully he didn’t feel as if he had to. Merdosk just seemed to know.
The last two turns have been a blur. Terrifying, as even though Whers themselves weren’t new to him, everything involving them this intimately was new. He had much to learn that he hadn’t considered and he both loathed and relished this fact. New things still come at him, but now they seem just a bit less daunting with Merdosk right there too.
