"I can't believe that, that would shock you. It's also not what I said. No, I hired you because you look good. It's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby."
~ House
BASICS
NAME: M'clovin (Marclovin)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Straight
BIRTHDATE: Late Fall 2745
AGE: 32 as of Early Winter 2777
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider, Apprentice Healer
WING: Healer's Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3", muscular
PLAY-BY: Eric Dane
EXPY SOURCE: N/A
FULL APPEARANCE:
M'clovin is what many would probably refer to as conventionally attractive. He's tall, with a fit build that is just shy of being overtly muscular. He has thick, curly blonde hair that he keeps cut short and neat. He has a square face with a short, trimmed beard. His nose is short and slightly broad, but not particularly prominent. His eyes are a light blue.
He dresses well, and keeps himself neatly groomed, the better to attract women with.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
M'clovin is an outgoing, frequently extremely charming young man when he puts his mind too it--which is often. He loves to be the center of attention, and does his best to ensure it by being sociable and usually overtly flirtatious. He's free with compliments even with those he's not attracted to, and even some men could be forgiven for thinking he might be into them, though he's entirely straight. He can be somewhat misogynistic, valuing pretty women more for their appearance than what they're capable of. Women he doesn't find attractive get treated the same way he treats all men: kindly (and it still doesn't stop him from flirting), but he sees little inherent worth in them unless they prove themselves deserving of it.
M'clovin is quite self-centered, convinced that everyone should acknowledge how great he is and how many people he helps. He's a rider, one of the protectors of Pern, and he's a Healer. How much more saintly can a person be?! He is a rather capable Healer, but is often too distracted by picking up women to be as dedicated to his studies as he should be. He does honestly want to help people beyond just for the sake of the accolades he thinks he deserves and can focus in a crisis, but he often views pretty women as the patients more deserving of his time than anyone else. He does tend to keep his job at least in the back of his mind at all times, and he has a bad habit of telling people they shouldn't do things that he views as being detrimental to their health. He abstains from sweets, fatty foods, and eating shellfish and unidentified plants himself.
M'clovin puts on a bit of a hypermasculine front, never wanting to be seen as "feminine", as he believes he wouldn't make for an attractive woman--and unattractive women aren't valuable. He does openly love cute and fluffy things though, and feels secure in doing so solely because he's pretty sure women find that sort of vulnerability alluring. He adores and spoils his cat, Miss Fluffybutt, though publicly he refers to her solely by the name "Missy".
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father, Hians, Harper
Mother, Anivia
Older brother, M'cstimi (Mincstimi; rider/healer)
Younger brother, Ma'cdrimy (Malcdrimy; rider/healer)
Younger brother, D'ross (Dougross; rider/healer)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Telgar Weyr
HISTORY:
Marclovin was the second child of a pair of Harpers stationed at Telgar Weyr. Like many children with busy parents, he was raised mostly by the creche, though his evenings were often spent with his family, which would eventually come to include his older brother Mincstimi and his younger brothers Malcdrimy and Dougross.
From a young age, Marclovin wanted to help people. Growing up at a Weyr, his first thought was becoming a rider. However, he wanted to help in a more immediate way than just maybe becoming a rider after an indeterminate time as a Candidate, plus his older brother had already apprenticed as a Healer. So he apprenticed as well at the age of twelve. He did well at first, excited about what he was learning and eager to do some good in the world. His two younger brothers eventually followed as well.
Everything changed when puberty hit. His studies started to fall by the wayside somewhat. He became distracted by raging hormones. And girls. And he began to grow frustrated with his lack of progression; sure, he wasn't really old enough to make Journeyman, but surely an exception should be made for him? He'd done everything right, hadn't he? (He failed to realize that his lack of focus was, in fact, noticeable to others.) Feeling as though he wasn't getting enough accolades as a Healer, either from his instructors for failing to advance him and those he treated for not thanking him enough, he decided to become a Candidate at seventeen Turns of age.
For five Turns he experienced nothing save for failure after failure. He stood for clutches, he didn't Impress. He watched his peers walk the tables while he was left wearing the knots of an apprentice. His love life was a complete non-entity despite his best efforts.
And then it finally happened. She happened. Basteth. His dragon, who wanted the some things in life that he did. For the most part, at least. She wanted to help and protect, and those were the most important things. M'clovin made it through Weyrlinghood without major incident, though he griped about the enforced celibacy. A lot. Not that he ever even had any opportunity to do anything else. Eventually the pair graduated and joined the obvious wing, Healer's Wing. It was, after all, where they could do the most good.
Eventually though, despite a lifetime of being accustomed to Telgar weather, they began to weary of the cold. And when the others from their class started talking about going to Semaca where it was never cold, well... it seemed to be the right time. And so they went.
