"Threadscore tradition, man! We have no other option!"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt and keep that families of dimglows together
NAME: S'bor, born Sambabor
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Summer 2726
AGE: 41 as Fall 2767
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingleader, bronzerider, moron
WING: Twilight Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Bald, used to be dark
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'1, broad
PLAY-BY: S'bor (Chronicles of Pern the video game)
FULL APPEARANCE: S'bor is...weird looking. He went bald relatively early in life and his head is oddly shaped and lumpy, with his ears lying oddly close to his skull and looking almost 2-D from a certain angle. His clothes are equally bizarre, favoring v-necks, hoodies and absolutely absurd formal outfits that seem out of place on Pern or anywhere else for that matter.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: S'bor tries very, very hard to be a proper bronzerider and wingleader: idealistic, dutiful, a role model. He usually fails. He doesn't actually have terrible ideas persay. In fact he's fairly progressive for an older bronzerider, respecting brownriders as more or less equals and seeing the holders as having their own place on Pern. He's just so SO bad at voicing or implementing his ideals in anything approaching a reasonable way. Or, quite frankly, in deciding who to tell them to. He's not a great judge of character, frequently getting mixed up as to who is on which side of a particular issue. He's pretty gullible and a decently skilled liar can easily turn him against even the most loyal and trusted of wingmates with a far-fetched and illogical tale of betrayal. S'bor is also somewhat of a slave to popular opinion. He will just about always side with the majority, no matter how dumb or ill-conceived the majority's plan may be.
S'bor is a terrible leader. His organizational skills are subpar, leaving anyone he's supposedly in charge of more or less to their own devices unless they specifically seek him out to get their orders. He's very fond of meetings and considers them the key to cooperation and success, but his meetings rarely accomplish anything. They tend to consist of a lot of sitting and staring while waiting on people who are never actually going to arrive and occasionally some very banal talk on extremely obvious problems.
S'bor's not a strict colorist and respects experience more than anything else. He considers Tuckal far too young and volatile to be in charge and thinks the weyr would be better off left in the care of a non-goldrider who'd been around for longer. He doesn't want the Istans in charge per say either...as he's suspicious of them for reasons relating to a certain gambling trip gone wrong turns ago. He likes Monty having the final say just fine and hopes he lasts longer than the other weyrleaders have. That said, while he's not a colorist, he doesn't exactly turn down the extra privileges he sometimes receives as a bronzerider either. He's not a man of particularly DEEP principles and flattery and respect are nice.
While he may not be a strict colorist, as part of being a leader, he does not believe in doing much for himself and prefers to send other people out on even the most mundane of errands. Usually D'kor, because D'kor usually agrees, even though D'kor is technically not even in his wing. S'bor has a bit of a gambling problem, frequently playing dice when he should be working. He has a pair of loaded dice he uses when he thinks he can get away with it and is convinced everyone else does too. He has also has an irrational paranoia about Harpers, who is convinced are psychic and know everything about him and everyone else and are just waiting for a chance to deploy it and take over Pern.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father: Sa'ba of Green Tutillith
Mother: Borra of Blue Twirtith
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Tikra of Green Everieth
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY: Sambabor started his life as a fairly typical weyrbrat, raised in the creche, born of two low-ranking riders who neither neglected nor doted on him. He was a middle of the road student, with no particular talents of any note, and never apprenticed in a craft. He grew up in the war turns and always expected he would have a part in the fighting should he eventually Impress. The idea was one that neither thrilled nor terrified him. It simply was.
Sambabor did not Impress quickly. He stood as a candidate for many turns, always overlooked. As he approached the end of candidacy, he planned on joining the weyrfolk. Fort Weyr was the only place he had ever known and he had little wish to uproot his life. But in his last turn of candidacy, in what was likely one of the last clutches he would qualify for, he was chosen by bronze Yugoth.
S'bor neither excelled nor sunk in weyrlinghood. In other classes, he may have stood out as unusually dim for a bronzerider, but it wasn't a particularly bright lot and compared to some of them...S'bor was doing just fine. He ended up only serving in the war for a turn, as peace was made soon after his Impression. He never took part in more than a few minor skirmishes.
Peacetime suited S'bor. He could travel and gamble and drink to his heart's content...and still do just enough work to convince the weyr he was doing his part. He even very briefly made wingsecond at one point, although he was quickly removed when it became clear he was wildly incompetent.
He was almost disappointed when thread did come and he had to dive into the danger once again. He planned on avoiding danger as much as he could and hopefully surviving to retirement. And then...Yugoth decided to be difficult. He insisted on switching to...and taking over...the Twilight Wing despite the fact that Yugoth, as a standard-sized bronze, has no reason whatsoever to be in that wing.
But according to Yugoth, their inability to retain a wingleader was clearly linked to the inability of anyone but bronzeriders to properly manage the responsibility. In the old days, bronzes were in charge and everyone else followed. S'bor went along with it, because he did fancy himself quite the mature leaderly type. And somehow aka colorism, it worked. They were placed in charge. Much to the chagrin of anybody who really knows them.
UPDATES
- Early Spring, 2767- S'bor and Yugoth are collided with by B'recal and Xiometh. The garnet pair are unharmed, but S'bor's left thigh and hand are badly sliced up by Xiometh's claws (Major). They're not entirely convinced that this isn't a Harper plot to eliminate them.
- Summer, 2767- S'bor becomes weyrmates with a greenrider named Tikra who just so happens to Tuckal's sister and entirely out of his league.
- Fall, 2768- S'bor learns Tikra is pregnant and Impresses a garnet flit, to Yugoth's great disapproval. Yugoth accidentally relays an order to Piath instead of Zetath; she obeys, and flies right into a clump of Thread. S'bor is rather torn up about this as V'hul was one of the few riders who still showed him proper respect.
