"Sink or swim
Lose or win
Hold on with my naked arms
All those dreams,
All of my hope,
All life come undone
In a world beaten and broken
I can see a rising sun"
BASICS
NAME: Vartin
AGE: 32
ORIENTATION: Aromantic homosexual
BIRTH SEASON AND TURN: Early Winter 2737 (32 as of Early Winter 2770)
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
WING: Dawn Squad
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler, Squad Second, Horrible Ghost Haunting The Barracks
APPEARANCE
EYES: Olive
HAIR: White
WEIGHT: 116lbs
HEIGHT: 6'3"
PLAY-BY: Ishida Mitsunari (Sengoku Basara)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Vartin is tall. Maybe not overtly so compared to the average, but he is tall and very, very thin. Rather gangly, even. He is all limbs with a thin torso, and he looks like his legs go on forever. His hair, and skin, are white. He keeps his hair short, and it comes to a point in his face, sort of styled out of habit. Being albino, he is very sensitive to sunlight, and he burns very easily. When he goes out into the daylight, he is covered from head to toe, usually in black, purple, white, or gray fabrics. He prefers a mix of the colors, having an eye for color schemes. If he must go out in the daylight hours, he wears heavily tinted flight goggles, the sunlight being quite damaging to his eyes. There are often dark circles under his eyes from being unable to sleep at night. He is very quick on his feet, and it is hard to catch him once he has started running. It is often said that one has a better chance of running down a wher than they do catching Vartin at a full run.
PERSONALITYPERSONALITY:
Vartin is not a people person. He hates to be around most people, and hates more to be poked and picked at for his albinism. He usually reacts violently when someone tries to joke around with him, and he has no tolerance for games. He sees such humor as useless and annoying. That being said, he tries to ignore most people, preferring to do whatever he wants. If he is left alone, he is perfectly capable of handling complicated tasks, and he makes a near-perfect scout. He makes almost no sound when he walks, and tends to sneak up on people. He is quite intelligent as well, having a fondness of holing up somewhere high where he can just read for a while.
Rather intelligent, Vartin prefers to wait in a crowd to voice his opinion. He comes out of nowhere and it is often hard to find him if he doesn't want to be found. He is very good at hiding, able to twist and tuck his long limbs up small to disappear among stones and bushes. Unfortunately, Vartin doesn't see much potential in helping the Weyr, as he holds no allegiance to either of the Weyrwomen. He is merely waiting for his time, and if the weyr can prove worthy, then he will stay. He would rather not be fighting, but he is quite a terror when he must.
It is not unusual for Vartin to go days without sleeping, only to fall asleep leaning against a wall or in a corner somewhere. Fortunately, most weyrfolk and riders are kind enough to get him back to his room and into bed.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Hantanbe (scribe, adoptive father and mentor), Toyoshi of Bronze Toyosk and Brown Toysk (wherhandler, adoptive father and mentor)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: A small cothold not far from Fort Hold
HISTORY:
[color=#red]TW: mentions of abuse[/size][/color]
Born an albino in a small, rather superstitious cothold, Vartin was frequently reminded that he was a blight on them, a cursed being that would bring misfortune upon them. And unfortunately, he had learned to believe it. So many turns being called a curse and a monster had taken root in his mind, and he spent much time isolated, which only served to help when the hold was routinely raided by dragonriders.
When the final raid before peace decimated the hold, Vartin took it upon himself to just run. No one could stop him, and no one could catch him. He traveled, wandering useless across Pern. Along the way, he found himself a little firelizard - one that seemed to be as weird as he was. He eventually made it to Fort Hold, and while he was greeted with a heap of fear and suspicion, he was taken in by one of the Fort Weyr scribes, Hantanbe. The other man, happening to be an albino himself, took Vartin under his wing, allowing him to live with himself and his partner, a gargantuan man with two large, brutish whers.
Hantanbe and Toyoshi became the closest family that Vartin ever had, with the scribe teaching him how to read and write, along with teaching him strategy and tactics, along with how to coordinate tithes and the best arrangements for fighting wings, should he ever be leading dragonriders. Toyoshi taught the young man how to defend himself, and how to use his thin form and long legs to his advantage, turning the abandoned and abused albino into a fine little soldier.
Once Vartin reached the fine age of twenty-three, Hantanbe decided it was time to move from the Hold to the Weyr for a change of pace, and he took their little family to Fort Weyr after the disaster that was the Conclave. Vartin was encouraged to become a candidate, and the albino - utterly devoted to his family - did as he was told.
When he aged out, Vartin fell into a complete depression. Did not want to eat, slept often outside of doing chores, cut himself off from much of the people he used to speak to. Even his family stopped speaking to him more than was necessary. Consumed, Vartin has no idea what he will do now, or where his life will lead him.
