BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire Jasph, Adopt Yorth ;__;
NAME: Jaspherian / Jasph
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Yes? Maybe? He'll be hiding over here... Probably pan.
BIRTHDATE: Summer, 2747
AGE: 18 as of 2765
LOCATION: High Reaches
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Light Blue
HAIR: Black; short, if a bit shaggy on top, thick, sometimes spiky.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'7", lanky.
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE: Jaspherian is delicate. There is no other way to describe him. His features are delicate, and his body is lean, almost waifish in appearance.
His face is soft angles. Upturned nose, lean cheeks and a carefully rounded, nearly pointed, chin. A cutting jaw line, and slicing dark eye brows. Wide, bright blue eyes, even if their color is not bold it is also not washed out. His ears are tall, sticking out of his dark hair at angles rather than round shells.
Narrow, bony hips. Slender limbs. Shoulders that are almost too wide for the rest of his body. The collar bones hollow and the shoulder blade sharp. His fingers are long and tapered. His toes long on long, narrow feet. Knees and elbows knobby, stomach flat, and flanks almost concave.
He looks as if a stiff wind would blow him right over. And it just might. He struggles with lifting heavy things, energy flagging half way through his chores. Breath often rasping. Skin flush with exertion or too much sun. He needs more of it, being a bit pale and wan, but the heat exhausts him and he is prone to burning.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Jaspherian is a nervous sort. He startles easy and does not enter dark rooms without first acquiring a glow basket. He prefers to keep strangers at a distance. Even non strangers. He often appears to be in varying stages of panic. Eyes a little wild and searching for escape.
He is very good at running away. He can even run away without actually running. A master at dodging questions and friendly gestures. Jaspherian often suffers from sudden remembrances. Places he has to be where you are not. Right. That. Moment.
He is shy. But it's not a painful shyness, at least not for him. Beneath his reticence is a sort of belligerence. As if he is daring you to take issue with his shyness. To call him out for blushing, or stuttering or running away. To find fault with him being him. To ask more from him than he is willing or able to give. Be it socially or physically.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Anderian - mother
Jaspher - father
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none
BIRTHPLACE: Cothold near Tillek
HISTORY: Jaspherian is an only and much fussed over child. Sheltered and coddled and groomed. He was a sickly infant and slow to grow child. Never having as much energy or agility as other children his age. He was often listless and left following behind, or behind all together. Sitting, watching, resenting. So his parents strove to make up for his lack of friends and lack of ability.
It didn't do much to help him, when it came to the real world outside of their cothold.
He knew his stories and letters and numbers as he was taught by the Harper. But he never excelled, and rarely even tried, since his parents did not expect him to. Whatever he did not do, they would do for him. So he saw no point in trying to do more than the bare minimum.
Except in the kitchen. It was the only place Jaspherian was willing to put some work in. He enjoyed baking, especially. Though of course he hated the clean up afterward. His mother encouraged the interest, preferring that he be safe inside rather than outside where he was more likely to be hurt. Sun burned or stepped on or caught in Fall. He was and would be her only child and the urge to protect him was fierce. (And smothering)
Still. His future looked bleak. He might be able to find his place in a Hold's kitchen. The idea was frightening, however. Hold kitchen were busy and often crowded. Why could he not simply continue to cook in his mother's kitchen? His father pushed though, sending him up to the big Hold to practice beneath the real cooks there. He could not live at home forever and would need prospects.
It was after Threadfall that Jaspherian found a dragon breathing on him. He'd been caught at Tillek when the fall started, and recruited to ground duty. At which, he was terrible. The tanks were heavy, and his arm always wavered, making his flame unsteady. He had scorched and been scorched by himself and Thread char alike. Dirty, sweating and exhausted he did not know what to do - other than squeak - when the dragon settled near him and breathed smoky breath in his face.
Searched. Or something like that, the rider said to the quivering Jaspherian, who could only squeak some more. And cry, when he had to pack his things up and leave his mother's kitchen behind.
The Weyr was big and different and scary. Even a Turn later, which some Candidate training behind him, and delegated mostly to kitchen chores, Jas is still unsure of his place at High Reaches.
UPDATES
- Late Winter, 2764: Jaspherian's mother sends him a firelizard egg since he failed to Impress at any hatching. In it is a unique firelizard he names Autumn Tuki.
- Late Winter, 2765: Jasph Impresses to Blue Yorth, from the The Acta Est Fabula Clutch, sired on Gold Terminath by Bronze Damocleth.
- Fall, 6768: Yorth and Suventh collide in mid-air, with neither certain whose fault it was. Suventh accidentally catches the trailing edge of Yorth's wing with her claws, cutting it quite badly (Moderate).
