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BASICS
NAME: Pierrick (nickname "P")
GENDER: Androgynous Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ORIENTATION: Aro/Ace
BIRTHDATE: Mid Winter 2752
AGE: 23 as of Late Fall 2775
LOCATION: Semaca
OCCUPATION: Candidate
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Gray
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'3", slender
PLAY-BY: P (Lies of P)
EXPY SOURCE: Baptiste (Potionomics)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Prior to coming to Semaca, Pierrick was untouched by work or duty and it shows. He's a slender, not really athletic young man dressed in the finery of nobility. Even his attempts to dress 'casual' would be considered to be 'fancy' by many. His hair is black, kept somewhat long to the ears, and very well maintained. He has quite a charming smile, and carries himself as a little lordling should, even if he isn't really aware that people may be turned off by his spoiled demeanor. His white clothes do not stay white for very long, despite his attempts to clean them.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Though the neglect in his past may have poised him for a life of languishing despair, Pierrick is instead a rather cheerful and charismatic young man. He wishes to truly learn about the 'real' world, and all the good and bad in it. He's friendly and helpful, and goes more than overboard trying to keep places tidy, often to the detriment of his sinuses. He is not afraid to really work in order to make his living, he certainly has the heart in him for it. Whether or not he has the actual know-how is another, as he is far more versed in the world of holder etiquette than he is in matters concerning the upkeep of a Weyr.
For all his cheerful zeal, Pierrick is also woefully naive. He is easily swindled out of marks and talked into doing the work of others. Any tall tale about weyr life or the wilds of Semaca he will believe without question. Being a very sheltered lordling, he will believe pretty much every lie about Semaca and Lominsa Hold. He does believe fully that they are honest merchants, and has lost many marks buying 'essentials' that are utterly useless.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Pierre (father), Vaellik (mother), Pierrot (older brother), Vaerrot (older brother)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: (optional)
BIRTHPLACE: A fishing hold south of Fort.
HISTORY:
Born the third son of a minor (very, very minor) holder, Pierrick - or 'P' most of the time, grew up in wealth. As much wealth as a small fishing hold had, that is. His father had very grand ideas for his older brothers, and while all three of them received what fine education the hold and any travelers could offer, it soon grew very clear to Pierrick in his youth that he was the expendable heir. From a young age, it was clear, with his parents referring to his siblings as "the heir, the spare, and the stand-over-there."
Though Pierrick tried to brush off the comments as he grew older, they would always linger. The favoritism of the holder line was very obvious, and there certainly would not be anything so exciting in the hold that would warrant need of him, really. He had other plans, as he grew, and that would be to do something - make something of himself without relying on his family's meager wealth and influences. However, there were harder things like planning where he was going to go and what he was really going to do.
It was finally at 23 where he made up his mind, and hit up the sketchiest looking ship in port. Naive and sheltered, Pierrick paid these nice gentlemen - who were definitely not pirates - for passage south to Semaca Weyr. Paying far too much in marks, and without a care, he waved goodbye to his siblings and parents, and sailed for the south.