"Sometimes, the greatest acts of heroism are the quiet ones, the unsung sacrifices." - Shin, 86 -Eighty Six-
BASICS
NAME: Vamrin
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Greyromantic Greysexual
BIRTHDATE: Spring 2760
AGE: 17 as of Early Spring 2777
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9", slender
PLAY-BY: Shinei Nouzen (86 -Eighty Six-)
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:
Vamrin is a young man on the lower end of middling height, with black hair and brown eyes. He keeps his hair on the longer side of short, falling level with his ears and down the back of his neck in the back, and typically parts his hair to one side rather than down the middle. His skin is only lightly tanned despite the amount of time he tends to spend outside as his duties require, and he doesn't seem to burn easily. He has a few odd scars, primarily on his hands, arms, and knees, but nothing serious. His build is rather slender despite the physical exercise he gets in his day-to-day life.
As far as his clothing preference... well, he's boring. He tends to wear clothing that hasn't been dyed, because it's cheaper. and when it has been he leans toward shades of yellow, green, and brown. He prefers to mend rather than replace, as clothing is expensive, so most of his wardrobe is in varying states of age.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
When it comes to people, Vamrin tends to blend into the background. He doesn't have a big or loud personality, and doesn't really find himself wanting one. He's quiet and reserved, polite and well-mannered. He was raised well, with a healthy respect for those around him and to be mindful of the feelings of others. Unfortunately, he tends to put a lot of stock in the needs and opinions of others, even over his own. He overthinks more than he acts, and it's rare to find him actually letting his guard down and relaxing. He's somewhat of a pushover, tending to just go along with something simply because he doesn't like confrontation and doesn't want to upset someone. After all, if they go to someone else, it would just inconvenience that person instead.
He's not hard to befriend in the slightest. While it does take a little while for him to really warm up to someone, he's not rude and will behave in a friendly manner to those around him even without seeing them as a friend. He is a little shy at first, but doesn't have too much trouble breaking through it, especially if he finds someone has similar interests to his own. His trust, when earned, is more solid than stone, and it's near impossible to earn back if broken. Luckily for his friends, it takes a lot to break his trust, and usually requires some major slight or action to do so.
Vamrin is quite miserly when it comes to Marks. Growing up, while he never wanted for food, they didn't really have anything in the way of excess. Clothes were repaired rather than replaced, and anything that no longer fit was passed down. He dislikes frivolous waste in general, to the point where he'll even overeat to clear his plate rather than dispose of any scraps, and tends to think long and hard before any sort of spending on himself. That said, he does sometimes purchase things for others, if they have expressed interest in it, as gifts if he considers them a close friend.
He enjoys listening to Harper stories and songs, as it was a very rare treat growing up.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
- Rodivam (Father)
- Erinda (Mother)
- 3 Older Siblings (+2 (brother), +4, +5)
- 3 Younger Siblings (-2, -4, -6)
- Various cousins and other family
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Minor hold in High Reaches territory
HISTORY:
Born as the middle child of seven, Vamrin grew up on a nameless cothold in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in High Reaches territory. Populated entirely by his family--siblings, parents, grandparents on both sides, some cousins and aunts and uncles--he didn't exactly lack for company. That said, as the middle child he didn't often find himself the center of attention--for better or for worse. His life was spent working on the farm; as soon as he could hold a tool, they put him to work. Watering plants, pulling weeds, gradually working his way up to tending animals and hauling supplies. The Cothold worked to feed themselves, making routine visits to their patron Hold to deliver their portion of produce, and Vamrin was never under any illusion that it would be where he'd spend the rest of his days.
There was, at least, a girl at the neighboring cothold, their property butted up against his family's and separated by a heavy stone fence, he managed to befriend during his chores. They got on well, she was only a little older than him, but only saw each other on the occasion when they happened to have similar chores. For the most part, they were only able to pause and chat in sessions, but he still enjoyed the break in routine when they happened. Over time he looked forward to trips to the Hold, as often their families would travel together to make the hours-long trek less boring, even if the older members of their respective groups tended to bicker the whole way over long-ended land disputes.
It would be during one of their routine visits to the Hold that things would change for him forever. Never before had they arrived when dragonriders had been present on Search, and Vamrin couldn't help but find himself staring at the dragons as they investigated the hopeful youths. He'd only seen them flying overhead before--they were a lot bigger than he expected... and intimidating, actually. But while initially content to just stand by the side and watch, his friend would grab him and pull him over to join the other hopefuls while their parents were distracted. He still isn't sure if she was just looking for an escape--they'd learned that she had been betrothed to his older brother, to be married in the summer, and she had always found him intolerable--but he couldn't find the words to complain.
Especially not when one of the riders approached, extending a Search offer to not only her, but to him as well. Of course he hesitated to accept, if only because he felt leaving his family would be difficult. But they insisted they had plenty of help in his siblings, and that being chosen as a prospective Rider was a greater honor than working his life away on their farm.
Thus he would find himself ferried on the back of a dragon to the Weyr proper, after retrieving what little belongings he thought worth bringing.