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BASICS
NAME: C'ven
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Panromantic Demisexual
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2748
AGE: 23 as of Early Winter 2771
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling, general laborer and helping hand
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Standard brown
HAIR: Also standard brown, but carefully messy
HEIGHT AND BUILD: Around 5'11", athletic build
PLAY-BY: Francisco Lachowski
FULL APPEARANCE: Nothing about the way C'ven dresses or holds himself says "I'm an anxiety-ridden man with a fear of germs." He's got the stance of a confident and well-rounded person, his clothes kept clean and expression open. His skin is clear of any scarring, though he often sports a carefully maintained scruff that claims not to care how he looks; his hair looks a bit of a mess, but it's clean, tangle-free, and arranged that way on purpose. He looks like he hangs or folds his clothing carefully rather than storing it on the floor, and it all fits rather well, not at all like he's trying to hide in it or cover himself from the notice of others.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: It would be easy enough to mistake C'ven for someone carefree and unworried about the state of the world or his future. There's a certain confidence to him that seems...natural, right, in place. It is, of course, a well-practiced act, but he's not the type of person to let just anyone know that. What would be the point of exposing himself as a cynic, a bit of a pessimist, and an anxious person? Who really wants to invite that person to sit with them for dinner? Not to say he is overwhelmingly positive either, but he is...very good at masking. His confidence is self-inflicted, the product of Turns of effort, trial and error and trial again to try to nail the image he's looking for.
In reality, he is a fairly easy-going guy...when he can get his mind to shut up. He likes to hang out, relax, talk about the good things in life. Those good things, in his mind, most often involve dragons or animals, but he enjoys people and learning their habits as well. It might take him longer to get truly comfortable with another human, but he finds it a worthy endeavor. Put him in front of any animal, however, and he will throw himself on the ground to play with them in an instant.
While he does have a certain love for goofing off and getting into mischief, C'ven is wary of getting into proper trouble. It's not that he fears authority but respects it, and figures there are real reasons for any rule. Some are made to be bent, sure, maybe cracked, but entirely broken? ...Well, it depends on the rule and the punishment, of course! He's down to clown some of the time at least, if he's done with his chores, his exercises, his lessons, his duties...
And no one can fault the man's loyalty, which seems to be unending. Once he considers someone a friend, he does so for life, through thick and thin. He is particularly choosy where he places his faith in people, and likes to be sure he's picked the right ones to ally himself with. He will talk to anyone, but it's rare someone is called 'friend' and rarer still that they will be more.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Celena - Mother - Greenrider 49
Celia - Sister - ? 19
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None...yet?
BIRTHPLACE: Telgar Weyr
HISTORY: TW: Death
Born to a Greenrider and a Brownrider in Telgar Weyr, it should be no surprise to anyone that C/ven was largely raised in the creche. He liked it well enough as a young kid, but even in his early Turns he had some nervous tendencies. Nothing obsessive, but a certain shyness around other kids and a clear preference for animal company made him the tiniest bit an outcast. While he didn't face any outright bullying, he recognized--as he grew old enough to do so--that he didn't exactly have friends, and that it was his own fault.
Taking examples from his parents, he started as a boy to act how he wanted people to see him: confident, social, worthy of having a dragon--because yes, he desperately wanted a dragon. What Weyrbred kid didn't? He couldn't fathom any other future for himself. He'd been born to two riders, played on their dragons, raised in the Weyr. How could he have any other future in mind? It stuck with him from an early age, and not even the birth of his little sister when he was four changed that. Only then, he wanted her to be a rider too!
With that idea in his mind, C'ven never really put any effort into pursuing a craft. As he got older and was more capable, he volunteered freely to help with general labor and all-around drudgery, but he never intended on just sticking with that. As soon as he was old enough to stand as a Candidate on Telgar's sands, he did just that! ...And failed, repeatedly, to Impress a dragon of his very own. Aside from viewing himself as particularly gifted at not having a dragon, C'ven escaped the dramatics of a world at war.
Unfortunately for C'ven, that changed with Threadfall. Not for Turns, but it came. The death of his father was brought around by a 'fall, a risk any Dragonrider was prone to but not a fate C'ven had thought could happen to his parents. At a full 21 Turns of age, C'ven is left with a sense of loss never experienced before. Until the death of his father, he had never lost someone this close to him, despite living in a Weyr and being somewhat used to the dangers that brought.
So, after a Turn of trying to keep it together for his mother and sister, C'ven could no longer stand to be in Telgar. He applied to transfer to another Weyr--perhaps High Reaches, where his father had been born?
