Post by seneth on Jan 10, 2010 19:07:32 GMT -5
Name: Bicran
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Rank: Candidate (Beasthandler apprentice)
Appearance:
Bicran stands at a tall 6’1”, broad in the shoulders but slim at the waist. His naturally golden skin is free form any visible blemishes or scars, but due to his upbringing, he bares the calluses of well worked hands and feet. Other than that, he’s reasonably well kept, enjoying swims or baths often. But more so because of need, rather than a fascination to keep clean. As for clothing, he prefers earthy neutral tones of hides and makes of point of saving up for fashionable clothing for turn’s end. But whether formal or not, he always pairs his clothing with thick, sturdy, mid-calf high hide boots. Practicality over pretty, always.
The young man is long in the face, with softened features and kindly pale blue eyes. His brows and stubble are dull gold in colour, a slight contrast to his shock of bright blonde hair. Like the stubble on his chin, his hair is thin, straight and is usually kept in a short jagged array. Some days he considers growing it, but as of yet he’s not had the confidence for it to reach past his shoulders.
Personality:
Since he was a child Bicran had been simple minded in his ways always living in the present, with little thought towards the future. The only exception was the past. This he treasured as much as the beasts he cared for, but unlike some people, he had no room for regrets or anger for useless emotions lead to violence and beatings of the beasts they cared for, whilst fear and love lead to personal growth and bonding.
With him, the beasts always comes first, from the sweet, stocky cart pullers to the highly strung, well bred runners. Even the wherries, the wher’s, spit dogs and felines, each of them had their place. But no beast…creature, had a bigger place than dragons. These he’d love to watch at any chance possible. He even knew the time of day the sweeps would fly over from Igen Weyr. But unlike other boys, he didn’t wish to be a rider. Not when he had his duties and beasts to watch over, and his loyalty to his hold and family. On top of the gathers he loved, and the dream to find a flitt egg one day.
As a man he was sweet and gentle, despite his size. His peaceful nature quick to sooth worried or stubborn beasts. With courage enough for two men, he would always aim to protect, shield or save others. Even his fellow man. For despite their tricks and lies, he always put himself last, even to the point he’d ignore any taunts or teasing words, of “brute” or “dimglow”. Always the bullied, never the bully. He knew he wasn’t the brightest of men, but if someone was willing to teach he was quick to learn.
Towards his friends and those he knew he was trusting and open, quick to forgive and forget, but towards strangers and some holders, he could often seem distant and ‘brutish’ on the occasion. His reputation well known for striking, or arguing with those who mistreated their beasts. He has a dislike for wine, preferring only Klah or water.
History:
Mother: Cirania (38)
Father: Biton (41)
Aunts: Lina (32), Tilly (27), Meliana (35)
Uncle: C’krin (28), rider of Green Liath, Eastern Weyr (ex Igen Weyr). Liram (37).
Siblings: Cria and Ciri (twins, 15), Bitor (21), Mira (20),
Partner: None.
Bicran was one of many births during a cold and a particularly busy spring, in his uncle's beasthold where amongst the new births and orphans, he came into contact with runners at an early age. His mother often claimed he could ride before he could walk. Always preferring to help out with the beasts, than go off with the other children.
With his shock of bright blonde hair and pale blue eyes, he was a common sight amongst the beast stalls or runner lines in his sturdy ocher and brown hides, with the markings of Keroon beasthold and apprentice knots. The latter he gained when he was about 10 turns. But not because he was a genius, but because of his interest and dedication towards the beasts he cared for. This never settled well with his older siblings, but with the twins, they often teased that they’d get theirs at 9 turns if not younger.
At twelve turns, his uncle impressed green Liath at Igen Weyr. She was a sweet green who he’d often watch feed, as the now C’krin visited their family. He even got the chance to help scrub her beautiful dark green hide once. That was a day to remember. She even spoke to him, saying she’d tell the young Bicran if she and C’krin would be flying over the beasthold. It was then he started secretly fancying a firelizard, his own mini dragon and friend. Something to call his own.
A few long turns with exciting gathers and many births and deaths later, he at 16 turns found himself watching over a newborn runner and her dam. A sweet little thing she was, with her unusual markings, determined to show off her new legs to a willing audience. This delighted the young Bicran as he eagerly awaited to see if his pairing would sire a sturdy, endurance runner with the desired thick coat and broad hoofs to be able to withstand colder temperatures. If he succeeded, he’d be one step closer to gaining his journeyman knots.
But barely a sevenday later, his uncle C’krin chanced a visit with his partner. The blue rider was a nice man, with a ready grin and an infectious laugh. He even took time to take an interest in Bicran’s little runner, which helped him like the man even more. It was sometime then that the bright little search dragon took an interest in Bicran. Something he didn’t know anything about until their late evening meal.
The news came at a complete shock to the young apprentice, who regretted having to leave the runners and the other beasts behind. But with the reassurances of the twins and his mother, he knew his little runner was in good hands. As he along with his uncle and the blue rider travelled to Eastern Weyr, in the Southern Continent.
At first all he could remember was the heat, the dangers, the lovely fruits, and…the dragons. He must’ve seemed a real dimglow in those early days with eyes wide, glued to every dragon that passed. It wasn’t until he was given chores to work with their small number of runners or herdbeasts, that he finally got over the worst of his fascination in the dragons. This was also helped with his first partner, a green rider named G’mir and the first hatching. After he failed impress, G’mir was sweet and helped him see that he could stay and stand again at the next hatching.
Two hatchings later and several brief partnerships, from M’gin, to S’en, and then T’les over the span of 2 turns, he called it off with T’les. It was after the whole trouble with S’en, the so called thief and dragon murderer. The stupid man believed the arrogant bronze rider's lies, as did others in the Weyr. So after a few spectacular arguments, Bicran decided to leave.
Using the excuse that he was too old and wanted to return to his family's beast hold, he managed to convince one of S’en’s foster brothers to drop him off near Dark Moon Weyr. Well it wasn’t quite near, but it was close enough for him to borrow a runner on the last leg into the Weyr.
Pets:
Soot - A young, black and white canine runt, with short soft pelt, and a curled black tail. The young pup had belonged to the man he’d borrowed the runner from. Despite its small size the pup had gotten itself into a little trouble the day before, grazing his poor snout and breaking one of his forelegs. Bicran couldn’t really fault the man, for wanting to destroy the runt considering it was a bad break. Also there was no guarantee the pup would be able to walk properly again, let alone work or be sold.
But upon seeing the pup himself, its sad little eyes and pitiful but determined attempts to stand. Bicran decided it’d be a worthy project to nurse the pup, especially if the new Weyr wouldn’t let him stand. He was getting old now, too old to be a Candidate. So if the Weyr wouldn’t accept him, he could at least see if S’en had settled in before setting on the long journey back to Keroon. That was If, he couldn’t convince his old partner to take him.
