"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people's thinking."
-Steve Jobs
BASICS
NAME: Hawthorne
GENDER: Agender
PRONOUNS: they/them/their
ORIENTATION: Biromantic Asexual
BIRTHDATE: Winter 2753
AGE: 23 as of Spring 2777
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wherhandler
WING: Windsong Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Red-brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6' and average
PLAY-BY: Picrew.me
FULL APPEARANCE: Hawthorne is a simple individual, nothing particularly flashy or outstanding about them. They stand at roughly 6' even, making them tall for women and average for men, but this doesn't seem to cause them any conflict. Their build is average, neither bulky with muscle or thin, with a rather rectangular shape to them--their hips and shoulders are roughly even in width, making even scrutiny difficult. Any curves or lack thereof they may have are hidden beneath loose-fitting clothing at all times.
They don't care to draw attention to themselves, so for the most part everything they wear is blandly coloured or simple in colour and design. They dress practically rather than fancifully; shirt, trousers, and working boots. Their hair is a shade of reddish brown and kept short, near their ears, so it naturally frames but stays out of their face, though does have some waves and curls to it so it's actually a bit longer wet than it looks while dry. Their eyes are a lighter shade of grey.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Hawthorn has a cheerful and bubbly personality, though this can come off as airheaded to many at first. They're quite smart, and though they didn't learn to write or read until coming to the Weyr at 15 they absorb information like a sponge. One of their favourite pastimes is to read anything they can get their hands on, though the pickings are slim. They often spend time near Harpers to hear their tales of both fact and fancy, finding the information interesting even if they have no use for it. They may apprentice as a Harper of some sort if they age out of Candidacy.
On the downside, they can be a bit of a nuisance, needing some form of stimulation to keep themselves entertained rather than being able to sit quietly. They bounce their knee or drum their fingers when idle, as if filled with too much energy to contain, and have a hard time quieting down. They usually like to talk unless they're working on something to keep their focus--about anything. The weather, the latest happenings around the Weyr, the newest clutch. They aren't very good at keeping secrets unless they're expressly told something is a secret, and even then may accidentally let part of it slip to someone.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Numerous siblings and cousins
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Cothold
HISTORY:
Hailing from a cothold in High Reaches territory, Hawthorne has had a not particularly interesting start to life. They are one of many siblings and part of a greater extended family, neither wanting for attention or being smothered by it. Their parents raised them alongside their siblings with love and care, an idyllic couple despite having lived through Golre's regime. Luckily, none of their children were old enough to be taken at the time of the war, but it did leave them with soured opinions of the Weyr itself.
This being said, when Searchriders came when Hawthorn was fifteen, they didn't restrain their child from going to the Weyr--said child was enamored with dragons and whers and the prospect of being a rider despite the risks associated with it. Plus, the Weyr had improved its reputation, if only slightly, over time, with news from passing harpers and traders.
Hawthorn has adjusted well to their life at the Weyr, happier now, they would realize, than they had been at home. While their parents were accepting, they had always been afraid to bring up the idea that they may not be how they were seen--and as a teenager they had still been figuring themselves out. Over the Turns of standing and lessons, they came into themselves as a non-binary individual, happy and at peace and generally accepted by the more open-minded folk of the Weyr. They still haven't told their parents, but maintain their close relationship with them and their family through letters exchanged by firelizard.
Although they don't know whether to believe High Reaches had stolen eggs, they hesitate to leave their patron Weyr, having known nothing else their entire life. Besides, the eggs had appeared and hatched right away--even if they wanted to return them, they couldn't have had time to do it. But the babies were healthy, and maybe once they had matured they'd be free to return to where they had come from... if they knew where that was. For now, they just plan on waiting around for the next clutch. There are still a good few Turns before they had to worry about aging out.
