"I'm sorry, I have work to do."
BASICS
NAME: Tylorl
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Winter 2741
AGE: 30 as of Late Winter 2771
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bronzehandler, Wher Candidate
WING: Dawn Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Dark, dark brown, short, normally combed neatly or slicked back
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3", athletic and muscular
PLAY-BY: Mitchell Wick
FULL APPEARANCE: Tall, well built, and neatly kept, it is clear Ty takes very good care of himself. While not a vain man, he believes firmly in good first impressions, and that is most easily done with appearance. His clothes are always well kept and well mended, his hair always brushed neatly or slicked back out of the way, and he carries himself with the confidence of a natural born leader, even if he lacks the rank to go with it. His expression is usually not the most friendly or welcoming and is usually some sort of scowl, though he does seem to lighten up in conversation. Despite this resting bitch face, if one were to watch him work with his wher or interact with anyone, it would become clear that he just takes himself seriously. He's not mean, just busy.
Should one catch him in the baths or shirtless during exercise, it becomes abundantly clear just how well he maintains himself. All hair on his body is neatly trimmed and maintained; he's got the muscles to prove his hard work for turns and turns; and the smattering of small to medium scars go to show he's not afraid to push through the thorns to get his work done.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: If there was a poster boy for workaholics, Tylorl might just be it. There is no end to the work that needs to be done in his opinion, and he's an expert at coming up with something to do to fill the hours. He does not like to sit still for long; if he cannot find proper handler work to do, he'll exercise or volunteer a helping hand to those who need it. If not kept busy enough with work, he is the kind of guy to go to his superiors to ask for more tasks, and rest days aren't something he fully believes in for himself. It often comes to a point where he will work right up until he falls asleep, and then when he wakes up he wants to get back into it--and that's assuming he remembers to fall asleep in the first place.
It has been a lifetime of working hard for him, and he cannot imagine life any other way. He doesn't really understand how to "relax" and "take a day off" because there's always something to do. It can be detrimental to his platonic or romantic relationships; more than once he has not shown up to a social event or even a date because he was too busy working, and the number of weyrmates lost to this is not insignificant. It's a mixture of lack of time awareness on his part and an inability to put the needs and feelings of others before his duty.
Despite his need to stay busy and his constant grumpiness, however, he really is an okay guy, as long as he's not interrupted in his work or dealing with someone slacking off. He likes people and enjoys their company just as he does whers and dragons, when he feels he has time for it. He enjoys helping people where he can, whether it's with rounds, chores, or lifting heavy objects for them. It's not unlike him to volunteer for extra shifts if needed so that someone else can spend time with their loved ones, and while he's not very good at offering advice or being emotionally available, he will listen if someone needs it.
He can be stubborn as any herdbeast, and maybe that exacerbates his apparent unavailability as both a friend and romantic interest, but in his mind the right people would understand. How can he have time for personal pleasures when work is left undone? How can other people slack off during their duties? Maybe can be a little preachy about how important it is to get your work done first, and maybe he's a little judgmental of those who don't give it their all, but he swears he just has the Weyr's best interest at heart.
The best way to coax him into relaxing is to offer him a good glass of wine and some good food, two of life's greatest pleasures. But a day off better include something physical, like a good swim or a hike...
HISTORY
FAMILY: Both parents alive, no contact; no siblings.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Ista Weyr
HISTORY: Born and raised at Ista Weyr, it was clear from a young age that Tylorl could not be slowed down. He always wanted to play the leader in games with the other kids, and always made sure his chores were done before he even asked to be released for leisure time. As much as he was raised in the creche and had no contact with his parents, he was still a little distant from the other children; he might have played with them and wanted to go on fantastical journeys, but he just didn't express himself quite so openly.
That continued as he grew, though he was ever present with the other children. It wasn't a fault with them, he just liked to keep himself to himself, at least on an emotional level. There was always a sense of 'duty first' to him, and he seemed to disapprove of other kids shirking their chores in exchange for goofing off. Maybe he wasn't the most popular kid because he would preach about it at times, but that didn't bother him either. Someone had to be responsible, right?
In his teens, it was only natural that he offer himself up to the Weyr however he could, so he began standing as a dual candidate, for both dragons and whers. Romance wasn't his first priority, and neither was a social life. He wanted to help any way he could, do his duty, make a place for himself. Tradition played a part too, but as he grew so too did his desire to do more. Leadership appealed to him, but he knew that if there was someone better suited, he would follow them. The idea of a dragon was wonderful, but he at 20 he found himself with a wher instead, a bronze who viewed duty as important as he did. Still, he could not be disappointed.
As he and his bronze grew together through Ty's twenties, it became clear that they couldn't make as much of a difference at Ista as they would have liked. Ty had had little success in maintaining proper friendships or even romances, as he often worked enough that people got tired of trying, so what did they have to lose in a transfer? And the idea of working for the Peacekeeper Weyr, Fort, highly appealed to both of them. Pern needed to work together, stay together, to fight Thread and keep as many people alive as possible. Maybe he would be better off serving there and attempting to make a real difference.
