Candidate Tribellick

[Grayson]

TRIBELLICK
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"What would you like me to do next? Oh. Um. Sorry about the flowers."

BASICS
NAME: Tribellick
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (mostly)

BIRTHDATE: Spring 2760
AGE: 15 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'8", still growing
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FULL APPEARANCE:

With a mop of brown hair that his green eyes peek out of, and a very large nose, there's not a great deal else memorable about Tribellick. His skin is mid-brown, his voice cracks every now and again, and he's at one of those points in adolescence where he can eat a whole runnerbeast in one sitting and follow it up with a herdbeast (minus the hooves).

In short, as a growing boy, Tribellick's trews are permanently a couple of inches too short, his shirts are always too small in the sleeve, and keeping him in boots would be a tanner's work in itself.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:

With a bright, bubbly and cheerful personality, Tribellick brings warmth wherever he goes. It's just a shame that the light in his eyes is the sun streaming in through the gap where his wits should be. Credulous and gullible, he's an obvious mark for those with nefarious purposes - and yet, that ludicrous almost-infectious cheerfulness has seen him safely through situations where wiser heads would quail. With at least a couple of friends and relatives describing him as an energetically-amiable long-haired canine in human form, Trebillick's eager to please and happy to help. Unfortunately, much like other energetically-amiable long-haired canines, he often ends up standing in the wrong place, saying the wrong thing, or otherwise being absolutely lovely but no use at all.

Always wandering around with a song on his lips or humming the latest Harper ditty, Tribellick's very much the musician, or would be if he could hold a tune with both hands and a bucket. That doesn't stop him trying, though, even if a lot of people wish it would. He's not very good at remembering the words, either, but he's just so happy to be singing. Every now and again he does manage to hit the right notes, and when he does he has a fine singing voice - it's just that there's no way to predict if and when it's going to happen, especially with his voice still breaking.

Every now and again the facade breaks down, and Tribellick can't mask his loss. That's a rare occurrence, though, and one of the reasons he tends to throw himself into being as helpful to everyone as he can possibly be is so that he's too busy to think about it.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Grandmother Triskelion, some siblings, several family deceased.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: High Reaches Hold
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TW: death

Tribellick was a perfectly ordinary child of the Hold, growing up; with both his parents being holdfolk, his was a normal childhood spent having fun, doing chores, and helping out, while the concerns of politics passed unnoticed by those so far beneath them. Tribellick was always drawn to Grandmother Triskelion and Risk, though, much to his parents' chagrin; they didn't want to see him go to the Hold Guard, or to see him bonded to one of those dreadful whers. Still, Tribellick showed little sign of that, and his parents breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything changed when disaster came to the Reaches. Grandmother Triskelion and Risk passed a warning to as many as they could, but only Tribellick and his siblings heard it; they tried to rouse as many of the family as he could, but his parents' door was locked and he couldn't wake them. Fleeing in the face of the elements, the siblings survived where so many died, and when Grandmother Triskelion and Risk came to take them to safety, the remaining family clung together and went up to the Weyr.

Accepted into the Weyr as refugees from the Hold, the siblings and their grandmother made themselves useful. The children - including Tribellick - fetched and carried, and did all sorts of other chores to help the adults. And while handing a message from the kitchens to a dragonrider, the woman's dragon looked at him. When the dragonrider asked Tribellick if he wanted to stay and become a Candidate, well, that was one of the two biggest things to happen in his life, and the only good one. So here he is at High Reaches Weyr, a Candidate to ride a dragon!

[Grayson]

IC Information
What type of candidate is your character: Dragon

What color/s does your character want?: Any
Does your character have any personality preferences or concerns?: None
Does your character have any other preferences or concerns?: None

OOC Information
If your character is a dual candidate IC, do you have a strong preference on whether they Impress dragon or wher?: N/A

What color(s) are you willing for your character to impress to?:Male dragon preferred
Do you want your character to be eligible for gold?: No
Do you have any personality preferences or concerns?: No
Do you have any other preferences or concerns?: No
Why do you think these choice/s would be a good fit?: N/A

Do you have any preferences about the conditions of your character’s impression?: Nope!
Are you alright with your character getting hurt? What injury level is acceptable/what should be avoided?: Anything up to permanent maiming
Are you willing to impress a creature with a mutation/oddity? Anything that should be avoided?: Happy to!

Is there anything you will ABSOLUTELY NOT accept?: Dragon must be able to fly