“How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego. ”
- Amanda Torroni
BASICS
NAME: Urbain
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: (he/him/his)
ORIENTATION: Self-Serving
BIRTHDATE: Born Autumn, 2730
AGE: 42 as of 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler
WING: Ground Crew - Windsong
APPEARANCE
EYES: Black-Brown
HAIR: Black with the start of peppering of grey and silver along the sides. Lush and wavy as it crowns his head and face. Has a styled mustache and patch under his bottom lip.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'1'' – Stands very straight and refined at all times. Never slouches and coupled with his confident air, can feel like he's actually much taller (or just tall enough to constantly be looking down at whoever he is addressing).
PLAY-BY: Original Art
FULL APPEARANCE:
Urbain is a man of average height and build. He is not muscular, nor is he considered 'lanky' or relatively thin. Somewhere reasonably in the middle. It's rather hard to notice his body type, as he prefers to wear layers of clothing: tunics and shawls and vests, among other extra bits.
His hair is still dark in color, only attaining a few splashes of silver along his sides from age. Urbain has some facial wrinkles by his eyes and atop his forehead, but those barely detract from his appearance. With a distinguishably shaped nose, inviting eyes, and hair always kept in well order, he adds to the overall picture with a warm voice and an impressive vocabulary.
The man is well aware of his appearance and he wears clothing to match. While certainly not the most spectacular in all of Pern, it's easy to tell his fabrics and leathers are of the highest quality. Rich colors and multiple types of embroidery and patterns, with eye catching trims. His arms are usually kept at his back, but a few common enough rings can be seen on various fingers, that vary day to day.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Urbain is very particular about knowing all the details of things, as he likes to plan and have things work as he likes. He's generally 'particular' about... everything, and it's very rare he will accept something not to his own standards; whether food or clothing or a task someone has done. Things need to be done his way, as he knows without a doubt, that his way is absolutely 'correct'. However, badgering and complaining does not build bridges or get things done with assurance. It is not how one gets something accomplished, he knows this. The man will attempt to charm and swoon with his appearance, words, and gestures to assure whoever he is speaking with, that they must certainly, absolutely agree with him. So much so, that what others want... is surely what he wants~
Urbain is exceptionally observant, and takes note of even the most minor details, though he may not always comment on them. This can apply to both tasks and environment, and to those surrounding him. Urbain, himself, generally tries to be very aware of his personal performance, namely when around others. He likes for others to only take notice of what he specifically wants them to, though that might not always be how it plays out.
From all this, Urbain knows he is meant for things: very important things. Despite his clear self-centered importance, he's not particularly out for solely his own benefit. He merely feels he knows how things should go in the world, how things need to be run and such for them to function at their best. He's not necessarily a 'traditionalist', though he will admit to some colorism in his inner thoughts. Afterall, there are places for everything, and things need to be in those places: people, dragons, whers, - everything. That is generally his goal and focus, and he simply has no time or interest in the ideas of others that speak differently.
To him, words are important: the proper tools of the truly intelligent and the mold makers of the world. Physical strength has it's place and importance, but is so fickle and requires so much upkeep. Urbain holds much more valuable for a sharp mind, though he is sure very few can match his. However, he knows the real true power of the right words to the right people, and what it can lead to.
Though always intent to appear calm and un-phased, Urbain does have a temper deep inside him. Held down and buried deep, but more than capable of clawing to the surface if awakened. It is a swift and fierce type of rage, able to strike out of him as instantly as a bolt of lightening, and just as devastatingly destructive. It is a rare thing to witness from him, and certainly something no one is inclined to see happen.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Parents – (Deceased due to age)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: Minor Hold within Telgar region
HISTORY: TW: Minor Mention of Death
Urbain started life as most do, who lived within a Minor Hold. Being the only child within his given family, great expectations were placed upon him. Surely when he came of age, he would do wondrous things, something of great benefit and importance. The specifics didn't matter, really. It was just fact that Urbain would accomplish whatever he set as his goal. Afterall, why would that not be the case? His parents never seemed to tell him otherwise, always congratulating and praising him. He picked up his lessons with relative ease; ones that others his age seemed to struggle in. In fact, he took notice of a lot of things: who was good at certain tasks, who was always in trouble, always falling behind.
Such observations made him ponder: why should he waste his time performing chores and tasks that did not benefit him? He couldn't abandon them and get scolded, but why not get others more suited for the task to do such? And, with that, Urbain began his art of pleasant manipulation. Why have patsies when one could have 'friends'? No one wanted to be considered such a thing as a 'patsy', but friendship was a good and viable thing. Friends did things for eachother, afterall, so he endeavored to make 'dear friends' with any he saw fit. Anyone that seemed of use in some fashion.
This is what Urbain did best: watch and use. See and learn who did things the best, and simply coax them to perform their best at the right place and the right time. It simply seemed logical to him. So, of course, as he was performing his part, too, Urbain saw no reason he should not be rewarded for his efforts. He quickly learned he had a taste for such pleasant things; things that showed off how wonderful he knew he was.
As years progressed, Urbain only grew more skilled and practiced in his ways. When he turned 15, the prospect of going to a Weyr to stand for a dragonclutch was whispered about. Of course, the young man had some interest, but a Searchrider never seemed to be around in his vicinity. (There was of course, but not in Urbain's mind.) He did not dwell too much on the option, really. Afterall, at that time, Golds had never impressed to men, and what was the point of going to a Weyr if he could not permanently be in charge? A bronze would be acceptable, certainly, but Urbain was reasonable enough to know that he could not meddle much in the affair of flights and the choices in them. He had little interest for things of fickle chance.
When Urbain grew into his 20s, he took interest in the various workings of mines and minecrafting in the surrounding area. Not in the work and actual digging, persay, but mines certainly produced rather viable things. Useful materials, as well as precious stones – things of undeniable value. It was around this time that he met Aragonia, the oldest daughter to a family overseeing one of the nearby mines.
It took him no time, to gain her attention and favor. Afterall, he was what she considered attractive, and he was more than happy to shower her in compliments and good will. Urbain found her agreeable enough for himself, and as he explained to her, it was only logical for them to join together. She was everything he could hope for, even down to her being bonded to a bronze wher, who went by 'Aragonsk'. The wher, in question, was not particularly 'bright', but he was strong and imposing. And just as easy to manipulate with the right coaxing.
Urbain basked in all the benefits of his living situation for over a decade of turns. He had a life partner, a wher that was practically at his own call, and the benefits of being a top of gratuitous mine. He was always more than happy to ensure it ran without a hitch.
Atleast, that was the case until Aragonia unfortunately passed away. Quite tragically and suddenly; it left Urbain and Aragonsk quite distraught. The only logical thing to do, Urbain suggested, was for them to bond and move on, just as Aragonia would have wanted. Or so Urbain explained. The bronze, seeing no flaw in this logic, rebonded to him and took the name – Uragonsk.
Alas, to take their minds off their loses, Urbain thought it was time for a life-change. With Uragonsk besides him, perhaps they could attempts making a place for themselves at a Weyr, one that in recent years, didn't need a dragonrider or a gold as a requirement for leadership. Such a place surely had potential for them both~
