"I realized how easily I'd gone astray and vowed to make of myself a more worldly man. So here I am."
BASICS
NAME: Wilred
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Winter 2753
AGE: 19 as of Late Winter 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler
WING: Windsong
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'5, muscular
PLAY-BY: Wilred (FFXIV)
FULL APPEARANCE: Wilred looks much like the other people from his native cothold: tall, blond and brown-eyed, with tan skin darkened from a life of working outdoors. Wilred has a long, thin scar on his forehead. Wilred doesn't pay much mind to his clothings. Most of his clothes are simple garments taken from the weyr's storerooms, although he'll wear riding leathers when on handler business. Growing up in the mountains has left Wilred accustomed to the cold and he'll often dress relatively lightly for the weather.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Wilred means well. He really does. He wants to save the world or at least his own small corner of it and is willing to do whatever is necessary to do so. His protective instincts are strong and he'll do what he can to protect the weak or avenge them if it's too late to avert tragedy. He is quick to see injustice and not the sort to simply leave things be the way they are. Unfortunately, Wilred rarely thinks things through. Deeply impulsive, often reckless and brave to the point of foolhardy, Wilred doesn't foresee the likely ramifications of his actions and often doesn't even fully understand the risks he's taking. He can be quite stubborn and it takes a lot to sway him from his first impressions, although it is possible.
Wilred feels deep guilt for his own mistakes. He has come to the weyr hoping to become a better wherhandler and a more worldly man and does his best to learn from the wher's more experienced handlers. He knows little of Pern outside his cothold. A lot about High Reaches and its political maneuverings confuse him. He has good instincts, though, and gets a sense when something seems suspicious, even if he can't quite put his finger on the reason why.
Wilred is still deeply angry and resentful of all his hold has been through, although he tries his best not to let it cloud his judgment. He has little patience for weyfolk who are callous about the problems of holders and deeply distrusts the older generation who served under Golre. He is not a particularly good liar and his attempts not to let his dislike show are usually pretty obvious.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother: Willa
Father: Onred
Brothers: Lared, Willon, Reda
Sister: Olla
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: A cothold near High Reaches
TW: Death, blood, injury
HISTORY: Wilred was born to a small, allegedly once prosperous hold, not far from High Reaches Weyr. The hold's prospects had faded over the course of the war and Golre's reign, impoverished by a combination of poor harvests, an unfortunate theft of the hold's prized bull and the kidnapping of more of their young people than they could afford to lose. The kidnappings stopped when Wilred was still a young child, for reasons he didn't fully understand. Wilred remained afraid for many turns that one night, the riders would come and take him too.
Wilred and his peers grew up on stories. Their parents and grandparents taught them how the hold had flourished before the war. The families of the missing told them of the young people who'd disappeared and never returned. The former candidates who did return recounted the mistreatment they'd faced at High Reaches Weyr. The hold had grown increasingly insulated over the course of the war and Wilred met few outsiders and knew little of the outside world.
When Wilred was 17, a Harper exiled from Fort Hold came to stay at their cothold for a time. He told stories of Fort Hold and how its former Lord had used wherhandlers to secure his power. Wilred didn't want to rule over somewhere like Fort, but if whers had made Evander strong, maybe they could make his hold strong too, strong enough they would never again have to fear kidnapping dragonriders or holdless bandits or anyone else who would do them harm.
Wilred was popular among the young people of his hold and when he suggested obtaining whers, two other young people agreed to join him, Jora and Tiko. Without the money or connections to purchase eggs from proper channels, they decided to steal a clutch from a wild gold rumored to live nearby.
The group searched for three days before finding the gold's nest and when they did, they were quickly overwhelmed. Tiko was killed by the furious gold and Jora was severely injured. Wilred's own face was sliced open by one of the gold's claws. The group managed to escape with a single wher egg. Wilred and Jora retreated to a nearby cave. Wilred refused to abandon his remaining companion, but wasn't sure how to get Jora make it home.
Wilred's egg hatched in that cave, a green who licked the blood from his face, ate much of their remaining supplies and called herself Lresk. Desperate, Wilred asked Lresk to let out a telepathic cry for help. A High Reaches rider found them there. Their hold had reported their absence and petitioned the weyr for help. She'd been searching for them for two days. She flew Wilred back to his cothold and took Jora to High Reaches Weyr, where the healers might be able to help him.
Wilred could barely look Jora and Tiko's parents in the eye when he told them what had happened. Some at the hold blamed him for their loss, others forgave him and were grateful he at least had made it home. The visiting Harper helped Wilred write letters to the recovering Jora. Jora told Wilred of how High Reaches had changed, that candidates were no longer kidnapped or abused and of High Reaches' wherhandlers, who were strong and clever enough to help fight thread and keep the weyr safe.
When Lresk was grown, Wilred decided to join Jora at High Reaches Weyr, the place he'd once so despised. There, he'd devote his life to protecting Pern and learn to be a proper handler. It was the only way he could think of to begin making up for all the things he'd done.
