"Here we are hand in hand we watch the stars up in the sky they're shining
down on us
We can share everyday in every way we hold the promise of tomorrow"
BASICS
NAME: Datte (rhymes with batty)
GENDER: cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Asexual, unsure on orientation
BIRTHDATE: Early Winter 2754
AGE: 16 as of Early Summer 2771
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'4", lean and wiry
PLAY-BY: Asbel Lhant [Tales of Graces]
FULL APPEARANCE:
The first thing people notice about Datte is that he's short, definitely too short for his age. He hasn't hit a good growth spurt yet, and he's hoping that he'll actually be tall. It's a touchy subject. That said, he's rather lean and wiry. A sprinter's form, not so much a distance runner, if one could make the comparison. He's also rather hardy and sturdy, and he rarely gets ill. When he does, it usually is something major and knocks him around for a while. His hair, a very dark brown, is kept short. It always looks messy, even when he tries to comb it. He wears clothing in dark reds or grays, fitted to him so he can move and still look presentable.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Datte is a young man who, on the surface, is ready to fight all the time. He is quick to jump to the wrong conclusions, and he is incredibly sensitive about his height. He's a young man with something to prove, especially to Gaius. He feels like he owes the man for adopting and mentoring him, and he stubbornly refuses the idea that he does not owe Gaius, or that he has paid his debt. He may never actually think he's repaid the man. Noisy, crowded places make him anxious, and anxiety leads to lashing out more often than not.
When in private and quiet situations, Datte is much easier to get along with. He likes peace and quiet, eager to take frequent trips across Pern to find places he can get away from the bustle of the Weyr. He loves his home, yes, but he also needs time to himself. He does enjoy knitting, it's something he finds calming to do in his dwindling free time. He has been known to donate whatever he's made to the creche.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Gaius
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Weyr
HISTORY:
Datte was born as unremarkable as possible. No fanfare, no celebration, he simply was. Quickly sent to the creche, Datte was always a short child. He took it personally, always. Teasing lead to shouting which lead to fights. He never could get a handle on himself. Everything was a slight against him.
It didn't really improve as he got older, getting in trouble for picking fights with... nearly everyone. It ended poorly most of the time, especially if it was a rider, or a handler. Weyrbrats didn't hold power, and Datte held less power for his need to fight everyone who may or may not have insulted him. It didn't matter who to him.
Of course, it turned on him, frequently. Datte was labeled a problem, and being so short compared to so many others, he frequently ended up in the infirmary from biting off far more than he could chew (which was pretty much all the time). Black eyes, bruises, all of those and more seemed to plague him, and he was too stubborn and bitter to really realize that he was the problem, that he didn't need to take everything as an insult. It was a turbulent time, with the Weyr held under Golre's tyranny, to the fall of the Reaches, and the slow rebuilding. It was too chaotic for him. Everything was loud, everything was changing, and everything was overwhelming. It only lead to more fighting.
Finally it all came to a head, with Datte picking a fight with the wrong person, and ending in the infirmary with a broken arm at 15. That was when an older man - dragonless, as Datte found out - came to him, sitting down with him and talking. It was just the two of them, and in the calmness, Datte found himself actually talking, not picking fights, just talking about him, the real him, the confused, overwhelmed young man who didn't actually know what he was doing with his life. Or what he should be doing.
Gaius was a guiding comfort, and incredibly patient. He adopted Datte soon after he was released from the infirmary, and set him on the path to candidacy. It turned out to be a good thing, for just before he turned 16, he stood for the Herald of the Rites clutch. Waiting was painful, and the sound and noise only made him more anxious.
That was when he found Tarith.
Or, rather, Tarith found him.
A perfect, calm white who was there to even out and temper Datte's anger (somewhat). Datte loved him, loved him the moment their eyes met. This was his life now, to be a rider, to do everything he could to pay Gaius back.
