"You can't do that! What do you mean you saw me doing it yesterday? You couldn't have done, it was mid... I mean, I never have!"
BASICS
NAME: Ay'ce
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Heavily Closeted Bisexual
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2754
AGE: 20 as of 2774
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Drudge/Candidate
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown and kept short
HEIGHT AND BUILD: A weedy 6' 4 1/2" (the half is very important)
PLAY-BY: Chris Barrie
EXPY SOURCE: Arnold Rimmer, of Red Dwarf
FULL APPEARANCE:
Arnolyce is a young man who believes he stands with his head held high and shoulders thrown back, putting his best foot forward at every movement. That actually ends up with a lot of looking down his nose at people and not actually looking where he's going. Always well turned out, with hair brushed and hands washed and with clothing neatly mended, Arnolyce tries to emulate the respectable people of the Weyr in thought and word and deed, and fails almost entirely.
He does have a pair of nostrils that flare in a quite astonishing fashion, though, and he's very very good at mimicking other peoples' voices.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Arnolyce has always wanted to be better than he is, not to mention smarter than he is. The problem is that he carries himself as though he's perfect in every way, and nothing is allowed to so much as dent that particular look - on the surface, at least. In reality he's petty and spiteful and depressingly obnoxious, happy to quote the rules - wrongly - at every turn, all in an effort to make himself look good and everyone else look awful. And, in those sleepless nights that hit everyone on occasion, he knows it and he hates himself.
Arnolyce venerates those above and denigrates those below, forever trying to ascend from his current standing and blaming everyone around him when that yet again fails to happen. He's very good at only remembering the good things and forgetting the bad; he won't talk about his mother, for instance, but he's forever proud to talk about who she said his father might have been as though he were an acknowledged son - and questions about the mother he hasn't mentioned will only get him irritated. He'll make claims about his past and conveniently forget the details, and he'll big himself up in ways that have a grain of truth but are never even close to the whole of it.
Bitter about his failures, Arnolyce lies and he cheats, and he justifies it all to himself as right for one reason or another - but at the core of him is a lonely, scared child, the butt of all his siblings' jokes.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Benden Weyrfolk
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Benden Weyr
HISTORY:
Born at Benden, Arnolyce was the son of Weyrfolk - although his mother did acquiesce to a bronzerider eight months or so before he was born, a point of which Arnolyce makes much, believing himself to be a bronzerider's son even though he's the spitting image of his mother's husband. He grew up in the Weyr, between the creche and his parents, and learned the jobs required of any weyrfolk, mostly cleaning and cooking and those other tasks where skill was not required. He was not a popular youth, forever the butt of the joke among his siblings; he held his head up regardless, and that just made it worse.
He moved into Candidacy at the usual age; he was Weyrfolk, it was expected. And once there Arnolyce became a right little martinet. This was how the Candidatemaster said things needed to be done, therefore this was how Arnolyce did them. And insisted everyone else do them. And tattle on the people who didn't. He didn't make any friends, and to Arnolyce's disdain and disgust the Candidatemaster rejected him as well despite all his efforts. Resentful, but incapable of expressing that to a dragonrider - one whose word could not be questioned - Arnolyce found himself twisting round into a tight ball of bitterness that nothing and no-one could see his worth.
It wasn't just the Candidatemaster who rejected him; the dragonets did as well. At each and every Hatching, Arnolyce was passed up. His bitterness welled up and grew as dragon after dragon passed him by and went to other, less-deserving Candidates. Finally at the age of twenty, Arnolyce decided to make a new beginning at Semaca. Semaca had already proved that anyone could Impress to anything there; maybe they'd have a dragon for him. And of course if he could present that Weyr to Benden, they'd give him the respect and awe that was his due. After all, hadn't he once been a junior steward, the youngest ever seen at Benden? (No, he hadn't. The junior steward had been sick, and Arnolyce had been asked to run and fetch something for her. She wasn't best pleased when Arnolyce brought back three drudges he'd press-ganged into finding and carrying it for him.)
