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Journeyman Harper Rellor

R E L L O R


BASICS

NAME: Rellor
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: mostly... straight?

BIRTHDATE: Spring 2753
AGE: twenty-one as of Summer 2774
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Journeyman Harper, song crafter

APPEARANCE
EYES: light green
HAIR: Light Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: six feet and three inches
PLAY-BY: absolutely not
FULL APPEARANCE:

Puberty hit Rellor like an avalanche. Once the weedy product of a struggling cothold, now a tall, slightly gawky man. He still has several Turns until he grows into his height, but he's less likely to be addressed as 'boy' when he tops six feet in height. His sudden and intense growth spurts, paired with a particularly particular mentor, forced him to develop some true tastes in fashion. Gone are the times he could get away with wearing the same clothes for many Turns at a time. It's hard to have sentimental attachment to one's clothes when you outgrow them within a Turn. Things are better now, though, and Rellor has a plain, serviceable wardrobe that he hopes to keep for a long time.

The resemblance to his family has simultaneously grown stronger and weaker over time. Nowadays he looks a lot more like his mother's side of the family than his father. (One individual who knew a family member said he looked more like one of his uncles, but Rellor never met him.) Still, there is a clear resemblance with his siblings, both full and half.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Rellor has always had a thirst for knowledge. From the time he could form his own thoughts, he wanted to know the why and the how of everything. That's how he found his calling as a Harper in the first place. Using the excuse of 'tradition' to explain why things work is guaranteed to make him determined to suss out the real roots. The thing is that he's not invested in being very, how to put this... moral about how he obtains knowledge. He's quick on his feet - or tongue, as the case may be - to spin a tale as to why he needs to know something. (Sometimes there was no reason to lie.)

As time has gone on, he's become enamored of the process by which knowledge is passed on. It's one thing to learn something for himself, and he will never lose that desire to find something no one has ever learned before. It's another thing entirely to share what is known in a way that even the most backwards, out of the way cotholds can hear and appreciate the larger world around them. He especially likes to write things that sound like traditional Teaching Ballads, but in fact tell wild and outlandish things. He maintains that his life would have been a lot different if the songs he wrote existed when he was a child.



HISTORY
FAMILY:

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: nothing romantic
BIRTHPLACE: a small cothold on the outskirts of Fort
HISTORY:

Rellor doesn't remember much of life before Essanora ran away. He was seven at the time, and much more interested in learning the what and why of everything than the how of it all. It wasn't until Ger vanished that Rellor was bit by wanderlust. There was something beyond their struggling little hold, and he wanted to see it all. But no one was ready to foster his wanderlust.

Which is why he took to the weyr so much better than many of his younger siblings. Leaving the hold in the middle of the night was odd, but one of the first weyrfolk he met was a harper. And harpers were magic, he was just sure of it. While his younger brother would prompt a wher to return him during his wanderings, Rellor ended up in the company of harpers more often than not. It was one visiting journeyman who suggested that he be taken as an apprentice to the Harper Hall. It was a solution that would solve several problems. Chief among those, of course, was the way Rellor would sneak into lessons far above his knowledge base in the quest to learn something.

At first, he despaired a little at the seemingly massive undertaking of being a true and proper Harper, because his quest to learn the gitar seemed endless and unfruitful. He attracted the attention of one of the resident fire lizards during a practice session. The brown had recently lost his person but had stayed as part of the fair that called Harper Hall home. Angeal began attending more and more practices, until he was eating meals with Rellor and sleeping in his room.

It wasn't until he had been at the Harper Hall for several Turns that he was tapped for a specialization - song crafting. He delights in putting words together to convey lessons, feelings, history, what have you. Once he had a purpose, Rellor learned how to prioritize his duties - his lessons, his tasks, his chores - versus his desires, and he began advancing towards journeyman with a spring in his step. Journeyman isn't a promotion that comes lightly, and it would still be another few Turns before he walked the tables. At twenty, he left his friends among the apprentices behind to join his friends at the journeyman tables.

Some journeyman were assigned posts the moment they walked the tables. Others would stay at the Hall until an assignment came that suited them best. Rellor was one of the latter, who continued his studies until something better came along. That something better came in the form of literal, actual time travelers! Rellor didn't quite know whether or not to believe that riders could travel through time itself, but the Hall eventually sent a wave of Harpers to Fort, and a handful to the other weyrs that claimed to have time travelers, to collect their stories, and to write their songs.

Rellor was part of a group of journeyman given the task to put music and lyrics together to capture this important historical information. They went to Fort Weyr, where Rellor can reunite with his family that he hasn't properly seen in a number of Turns, and maybe find out if all the outlandish gossip he'd heard over time was true.
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A N G E A L

BASICS
NAME: Angeal
BIRTHDATE Fall 2736
AGE: thirty-eight as of Spring 2775

APPEARANCE
SIZE: Large
COLOR: Brown
HEX CODE: #2E0D11
FULL APPEARANCE:

Angeal is a very dark brown. He is a large example of a brown, with oversized wings. He has a few distinctive markings, such as the curved lines on his forehead. His wings are two different colors, with the right wing being a streak of very pale brown, and the left wing being the same color as the rest of him. There is a strip of very light brown down his back, even lighter than his right wing.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

Serious. Stoic. Devoted. Angeal is the mentor figure in an old tale, the father without children of his own. He has high expectations for the people around him and won't be satisfied until everyone has reached their full potential.

History: Angeal was laid by a very old green, the last egg she would lay. Her three egg clutch was found by a rider who was supposed to be on sweeps. In the ensuing transfer, wherein his egg was traded for favor, goods, and promises, he ended up at the Harper Hall. He was fed by one of the kitchen workers upon hatching. He got his name from being such a serious little fellow, like the mentor character in an old story.

Tragedy struck in the Turn 2764; Angeal's person died of a heart attack. For some fire lizards, that sends them between. Others abandon humans altogether in favor of the wild flocks. And some, like Angeal, could not let go of a lifetime of habits. He stayed at the Hall that had been the only life he knew. It wasn't enough. It couldn't ever be enough, but it was all he had.

Until a new apprentice came to the Hall, fresh from a backwater cothold who had never so much as seen a Harper, much less so many people. Angeal adopted the boy as he fumbled through yet another gitar lesson. Rellor needed guidance, and Angeal needed a charge. At some point, Angeal bonded to this new boy of his, healing part of the gash in his heart from losing his person.
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