"I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood."
BASICS
NAME: Lark
GENDER: Cis Man
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Upright, and bi-curious, heteroromantic
BIRTHDATE: Spring 2749
AGE: 25 as of Summer 2774
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION:Journeyman Harper
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue-Green
HAIR: Short and brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3", athletic
PLAY-BY: Joey Batey (As Jaskier in The Witcher)
EXPY SOURCE: Jasker (The Witcher)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Lark is an attractive man, and he carries himself like he knows it. Soft brown hair, just messy enough to give a sense of boyish charm, is usually just threatening to cover his eyes, almost as if he wants to look a little coy. Just a little. Despite the relatively sedentary work of a harper, he keeps himself in fine form. He doesn't have the bulk of a fighter, but just enough muscle to show tone without being intimidating.
He's not the tallest man, but he knows how to make himself seen nonetheless, often dressing in bright colors or flamboyant outfits. What's the point of a Harper that people aren't paying attention to, after all? He almost always has a wry grin and a twinkle in his eye, wanting to look charming and approachable to all.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Lark is, first and foremost, friendly. He puts great effort into being personable, as it is through this that he makes many of his marks. He's got a clothing budget to maintain, after all. He punctuates conversation with brilliant smiles and his best jokes, but it is his voice that he hones most of all, taking great pride in his pitch and rhythm, and he enjoys writing his own songs to show off his great talent, even if some of his preferred subjects can be a little...risqué, but he saves those songs for specific audiences, unless he's had too much wine and forgets who he's singing for.
Though he won't turn a blind eye to an attractive man, his real weakness lies with the ladies. All of that charm is used to share his bedchambers with as many lovely women as he can woo. Unfortunately, he is not all that discerning in the social connections they may have, and more than once he has had to avoid the wrath of a seething husband or father, having to talk his way out of ending up at the end of a knife.
Not that this seems to have taught him many lessons. He still finds it impossible to resist finding the most beautiful specimens to take as mates, however temporary or risky it may be. His affections, though they have often had good reception, can be overbearing at times as well, and sometimes a wink and a whispered word have ended with a slap across the face and a sorely bruised ego.
He's ultimately a good man at heart, and will help those in need without a second thought, he's just very focused on his own needs as well, despite the trouble it gets him into.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Unnamed mother and father, both living
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: When the charm works, any pretty lady. When it doesn't, he takes matters of love into his own hands.
BIRTHPLACE: A trade caravan, somewhere in the vicinity of High Reaches
HISTORY:
Born to two traders always on the road to sell their wares and find more for their stock, Lark never really had a particular point on the map to call home, but he had no lack of family. His mother and father doted upon him, and the extended caravan of traders always treated him as a nephew, a grandson, or a son of their own. There were always plenty of other children to play with, whether children of the traders or at stops along the road.
When he wasn't helping with setup or engaged in play, he often sang to himself as he observed the goings-on around him, making up little songs for the scenarios he saw. What was just the casual amusements of a child caught the ear of someone at the Hold, however, and his parents were approached by a Masterharper, who thought the boy could have no better place than in his craft. He started his apprenticeship at nine years old, and the dusty trails of the trade had to be left behind for the walls of the Craft Hall. His parents would still visit as often as was feasible, but Lark flourished in his new role.
While some instruments he never quite took to, he found the lute to be an extension of himself, and busied himself to master it alongside his voice. He received his journeyman's knot at eighteen and received a few options for assignment, pondering over them a spell before finally choosing High Reaches Weyr, where he is known to gambol about with a song for a bit of coin or payment with a kiss.
While wandering the area of the Weyr, shortly after his 23rd Turnday, he found an injured huntbird. While it seemed a wild thing at first, his soft voice and gentle handling eventually began to tame the beast as it healed under his care (and the tutelage of a beastcraft healer), but it usually responds only to him, ignoring most others. While a constant companion, it also is a useful friend to have if he wants to catch food for himself, or deliver a message without need of a dragon.
He works now towards Master status, and the next warm body to share a night with.
