"...What makes us human is the succession and evolution of our culture and knowledge...Please. Keep weaving the tapestry."
BASICS
NAME: Ke'ro (formerly Keitaro)
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Summer 2757
AGE: 15 as of Late Winter 2772
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Gray-brown
HAIR: Blond
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'6", lanky
PLAY-BY: Keitaro Miura (13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Keitaro looks like a young, lanky man who is clearly still growing. A holdless life does not really lend itself to proper nutrition, especially during war and a Pass. Despite his initial shrimpy appearance, he is strong enough to do heavier chores. He wears dark clothes, preferring as simple as he can get, not looking forwards to stand out in a crowd. He often has his legs in wraps, hoping to hide the scarring and scrapes that he acquired wandering through the wilderness towards civilization, and he is very self-conscious. He wears a hat to cover a large scar on his forehead. He keeps his hair very short, and tries to keep himself as clean and presentable as possible.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
One may think Keitaro is a strict, almost uptight young man, and that is not entirely true. He is a very soft-spoken and gentle person, finding himself caring for people even if he has barely met them. He is a very loyal young man, though truly earning that loyalty is not an easy task. He is still really trying to figure out his place in the world, as growing up Holdless did not really do much to educate him in the ways of Pern as it truly is. He is woefully uneducated about Pern as it is now, prone to mistakes and various misconceptions. A traditionalist at heart, Keitaro has much to learn about the world. He almost seems like a man out of time, his misconceptions about the world coming from stories passed down in the camp he grew up in. There are many things that he does not understand, though he does try.
Keitaro, however, has less than virtuous aspects. Growing up without, he is known to hoard whatever precious resources he is given. Usually it is food. He has problems throwing things away, scared that he may need it later, and as such collects things that others would discard. Everything has to be used, he is nearly obsessive about not wanting to waste anything. Almost contradictory, he prides himself on cleanliness now that he has regular access to bathing, and dislikes being dirty. Believing himself to be the only survivor of the wildfire that destroyed his camp, Keitaro feels it is his job to carry on the wishes of his parents and become someone successful, though he is not entirely sure what that means.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Keitannah (Mother), Santaro (Father), Sannah (younger sister, would be about 8 now)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Holdless camp not far from Igen Weyr
HISTORY:
TW: Death from wildfire
Keitaro was born into a Holdless camp, his father bearing the mark for committing theft and being exiled from the hold. Though hardly the only child in the camp, Keitaro from a young age took on whatever responsibilities he could, believing that if he was good enough then surely the Weyr would see they were not bad and would let them go somewhere safe. It was never to happen, but the young man always took it deeply to heart. His friendly, hardworking nature only grew stronger when his younger sister was born, and even when he was young he did his best to protect her.
Unfortunately, he could not protect her from natural disasters.
A lightning strike at the wrong time lit the camp on fire. In the fleeing and chaos, Keitaro was separated from his family. He was running from the blaze and slipped, falling into a river. He survived, walking in a daze into a nearby seaside cothold with a cut on his head. He believed that all of his family, and the rest of the camp, had perished. Grief took him, despite how much he wanted to push it down. Every wagon that came to the hold with supplies had him waiting with baited breath in the hopes he would see someone familiar. It did not happen.
Months went by, and the helpful young man of fifteen summers had become a regular at the docks, helping out everything he could. A pirate, one under the Semaca banner, took pity on the young man and offered to take him to greener pastures to help him.
Keitaro reluctantly agreed, and thanked his foster family. He was given a hat to cover his scar, one he wore proudly. He swore to repay the hold for its kindness, boarding the ship to the pirate hold. He disembarked, working among the pirate hold. Hopefully, there would be new opportunities for him.
