Post by ROOK on Jul 25, 2017 4:30:14 GMT
name: Ofalnyr
sex: Male
age: 20
faceclaim: Jordan Fisher
origin: Tazum Weyr (Weyrbrat)
basic appearance:
primary personality traits:
Observant: One thing that comes easy to a lad who’s overlooked is watching. If people tend to forget you’re present, there are many things you can overhear. Also, when you’re at the bottom of the social strata, being constantly on the lookout for an unattended loaf of bread or dropped mark can make the difference between going to bed hungry and actually having a proper meal.
Diligent: Anything worth doing is worth doing right… the first time. Ofalnyr always completes his chores, tasks, errands, and assignments. Even the worst of them get done sooner if you just do them and don’t complain about it. Making sure you do it right also ensures you don’t have to do it over again any time soon.
Intelligent: Puzzles, riddles, books… these are some of Ofalnyr’s favorite things. He was quick as a child to learn the shortest path between all the glowbaskets he had to fill, so that he might have a little more time to play, and the best days to show up early to lessons, since one of the harpers was indulgent and told stories of the ‘good old days’ when all the Weyrs were full of dragons and Pern was safe and strong. He has a love for learning and finds happiness delving into whatever books and scrolls he can get his hands on. Part of him hopes that if he doesn’t Impress that he might go to the Harper Hall and become a harper himself, to pass on knowledge to the next generation. Part of him hopes he can become an archivist. Part of him still longs for a dragon.
Reserved: Getting riled up about things and getting into shouting matches seems foreign to Ofalnyr. It takes a lot to get him agitated. He generally takes everything in stride, good or bad. Some people think this will make him a good follower for whichever brown or bronzerider ends up in charge of his eventual weyrling squad. Those weyrfolk who like to guess at what colors candidates will Impress always peg Ofalnyr for a blue, because he’s so calm, “like the ocean”.[/ul]
relevant history:
relevant views on current events:
ambitions:
other:
sex: Male
age: 20
faceclaim: Jordan Fisher
origin: Tazum Weyr (Weyrbrat)
basic appearance:
primary personality traits:
Observant: One thing that comes easy to a lad who’s overlooked is watching. If people tend to forget you’re present, there are many things you can overhear. Also, when you’re at the bottom of the social strata, being constantly on the lookout for an unattended loaf of bread or dropped mark can make the difference between going to bed hungry and actually having a proper meal.
Diligent: Anything worth doing is worth doing right… the first time. Ofalnyr always completes his chores, tasks, errands, and assignments. Even the worst of them get done sooner if you just do them and don’t complain about it. Making sure you do it right also ensures you don’t have to do it over again any time soon.
Intelligent: Puzzles, riddles, books… these are some of Ofalnyr’s favorite things. He was quick as a child to learn the shortest path between all the glowbaskets he had to fill, so that he might have a little more time to play, and the best days to show up early to lessons, since one of the harpers was indulgent and told stories of the ‘good old days’ when all the Weyrs were full of dragons and Pern was safe and strong. He has a love for learning and finds happiness delving into whatever books and scrolls he can get his hands on. Part of him hopes that if he doesn’t Impress that he might go to the Harper Hall and become a harper himself, to pass on knowledge to the next generation. Part of him hopes he can become an archivist. Part of him still longs for a dragon.
Reserved: Getting riled up about things and getting into shouting matches seems foreign to Ofalnyr. It takes a lot to get him agitated. He generally takes everything in stride, good or bad. Some people think this will make him a good follower for whichever brown or bronzerider ends up in charge of his eventual weyrling squad. Those weyrfolk who like to guess at what colors candidates will Impress always peg Ofalnyr for a blue, because he’s so calm, “like the ocean”.[/ul]
relevant history:
- Born to a drudge named Ofala, who was in her 40s already. She had been sent to the Weyr as a candidate in her early 20s, but did not Impress, and due to her limited intelligence, the only place she could make for herself was as a cleaning girl. When she got pregnant, she swore that the boy’s father was a dragonrider. A bronzerider.
- Ofalnyr was brighter than his mother, and by the time he was 7 had figured out that his father should have -nyr in his name somewhere. It took only a few months to figure out that there were no bronzeriders with that name, and a few months more to determine there were no brownriders with that name either. He never told his mother that he’d figured out that she’d lied. He had no idea who his father was, and likely never would. The Weyr didn’t care either. Most if not all of the children were raised in the creche anyway.
- Ofala used all of the very little influence she had to make sure Ofalnyr was presented as a candidate as soon as he was 10. He was a sickly looking lad, but fortunately for Ofalnyr, the dragons had taken notice of the quiet boy, and confirming his candidacy was easy. There wasn’t a clutch on the sands at that point, and there wouldn’t be for a few more turns, but when there were eggs, Ofalnyr would be there.
- Having been promoted in the social standings of the Weyr by simply becoming a candidate, more roads were open to Ofalnyr. More harper lessons were available to candidates than were to the children of drudges. More food, and better quality caused the stunted child to grow, and keep growing. His health improved, and his strength followed. Soon he was working alongside young men who had been born into herder families, and smith families, and not a one of them would have even considered that he was born a drudge.
- Ofalnyr was in his young teens by the time he actually Stood for his first hatching. The clutch was large, but only some of the eggs were rocking. Not all of the eggs would hatch, but he knew from his lessons that this hadn’t always been the case. There was something wrong with the dragons now. Something bad, having to do with the disease that led to the bleaching of their hides. He watched in horror as the white-marked dragons broke shell, did violence upon the sands, and either Impressed, or leapt between to never return.
- After that hatching, Ofalnyr kept his head down. He studied hard, he did the chores that were expected of him, and did his level best to not make waves. He wasn’t himself sure if he was waiting for the next hatching, or biding his time for something better to come along, though he wasn’t quite sure what that thing might be.
relevant views on current events:
- Has no public opinion about what’s going on at the Weyr. If pressed, he will admit that he’s afraid the tithes will stop and that they’ll all starve. Anyone who’d known him as a malnourished child would be unsurprised by his concerns regarding food.
- Privately, he’s concerned that there’s really no purpose for the Weyr anymore, and wonders if the anti-dragon naysayers are right, and that the great beasts should just be allowed to die out.
ambitions:
- To make it out of his last hatching alive and intact, with or without a dragon.
- To make his place in the world.
- To find love…?
other:
- Somehow learned how to “quiet” his mind so well that if a dragon couldn’t see or smell him, they might not know he was there at all. It is possible that this intense calmness has prevented him from Impressing. He has, at least, escaped all of the hatchings so far unscathed.
