Wafflous

[Calingaladha]

Wafflous
"Good Fight Fast"

BASICS
NAME: Wafflous
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Whatever's on the menu

BIRTHDATE: (Season and Turn) Early Spring 2746
AGE: 28 as of Late Summer 2774
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Former guard and fighter, now a cook

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown and long, tied back
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'4, and deceivingly lean
EXPY SOURCE: Waffle House cooks
FULL APPEARANCE:
Wafflous does not cut the most intimidating figure at first glance, but beneath his usually stained tunic, he does boast a powerful form. Not towering over most, he is simply a blip on the radar as far as appearance goes. The almost omnipresent stains on his clothes are a testament to his culinary career, though he can occasionally be found in fancier, less sauced apparel.
It's a bit hard to tell. With eyes and hair both a dark brown, there's not a lot of color about this man besides the mess of his apparel, nor is there usually a lot of warmth in his expression. He is stern and stoic, with the suggestion of a volatile personality but not always the outward showing of one. His long hair is usually tied back, to keep it out of his way for whatever he's focused on at the moment, but otherwise he seems to pay little mind to dress or appearance.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Wafflous is a serious man who will tolerate no nonsense. He is not unnecessarily violent, but he considers challenges seriously and is not one to be trifled with. An insult to his family or his food is seen as a serious affront and, while he will avoid a fight if possible, he will not hesitate once the other party throws the first punch.
He's often seen as a stern man, though he clearly loves his job and he's good at it, never hesitating to try something new, and always making sure any plate leaving his sight is hearty and full.
There is a rarely seen, softer side to him, but it's reserved mostly for children, canines, and the occasional lover. Mostly he tends to keep to himself, but he seems happy enough to share his food when asked. He doesn't tend to be the most patient man in the world, though again with some exceptions, and testing him too sorely will almost certainly result in the threat of a fight, though he attempts to keep his temper in check and knows not to swing first.
His outbursts tend to be more vocal than physical, but he is no stranger to intimidation and can utilize it effectively. Mostly this serves to stop a fight before it begins, but can be antagonizing if not wielded carefully.

HISTORY
FAMILY: A mother and father, neither of which he has seen in years
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Whoever gives him the best compliment on his food
BIRTHPLACE: A minor cothold near Fort
HISTORY: Wafflous wasn't born a fighter, but how history shapes us can't always be helped. His mother was largely a cook and a baker, selling her wares at a stand to make extra marks for the family, and his father was a herdsman, managing a small herd of herdbeasts alongside a sizeable flock of fowl. Wafflous spent much of his youth helping his parents in their various tasks, and learning their trades as he did so, but he was teased by the hold boys for the flour that often dusted his hair and face.
His parents encouraged him to ignore them and at first he did, but he found his temper growing shorter, and their taunts turned from emotional bullying to physical. One too many bloody noses and he started to fight back. Then he realized how much he liked fighting back. He never forgot his love for the herds or the kitchen, but he strayed from them for something more, and left the cothold when he was 16. Fighting a bully back became fighting challengers for marks, and eventually payment to protect the trading caravans, fending off all manner of would-be thieves or brigands.

As his skills grew, so did the stretch on his temper, which became thinner. He began to lose focus for guarding and decided to return to a passion of his youth -- food. He stayed with the caravans for a while, not in a protective capacity but in a culinary one, and expanded his knowledge on local herbs and spices to enhance his dishes, though the meat and vegetables were usually whatever was available in the wagons.

He eventually heard of an opening in the Fort kitchens and permanently relocated. There, the supplies were much more forgiving, and he has been able to develop his craft all the further. When he's not cooking, he's bringing in supplies to cook, or sometimes bringing fresh meals to the infirmary. He's a firm believer in a good meal being good medicine -- it's hard to heal on an empty stomach.