Pingree
Name: Pingree (P’ree)
Age: 29 turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: Full head of thick black hair that is kept cropped short. 5’9’’ tall with a broad chest and shoulders, he is very easy on the eyes. Light hazel eyes that tilt upward slightly. His skin is naturally paler and he has perpetual sunburn across the bridge of his nose that makes him appear younger than he really is. He’s not all together used to the Ista heat, and still holds on to some of his warmer clothing that he will wear on the rare occasion it’s not boiling hot.
Personality: Extraordinarily bold and outrageous it takes a certain type of person to spend more than a few sevendays in his presence. He is like a Michigan State fratboy majoring in Benden wine and women. He spends much time gambling, playing cards, and trying to impress the ladies. Gathers are obviously this lad’s time of choice where he can mingle, sing loudly, and his drunken behavior can go unnoticed.
In a wing he is one to be watched carefully he enjoys flying acrobatics and slacking off making it utterly impossible to get anything done when he’s around. Mr. Obnoxious, he’s a loudmouth and will talk back to anyone that seems to think they can bark orders at him. If asked to do anything he will take his sweet time in doing, unless of course a Gather is near or the weather is perfect for flying, then he will do his job haphazardly and run off to have fun.
Socially, how the women perceive him is up to them, but he’s still going to try and get them to share a bed with him. He’s fairly intolerant of other men, he respects his Weyr Leader…but that’s about it, other men are competition. From growing up and getting whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted P’ree is essentially spoiled, and will fly off the handle if he does not get what he’s after.
History: His boyhood was spent in Lemos, woodcraft country and he spent much of his childhood playing in the trees and learning about what to do if thread ever fell again and how to protect the hold. His teenage years he spent much of his time bringing ladies into the trees and showing them a good time. His father is very well to do, and allowed his lay-about son to do nothing over the years because he assumed the boy would straighten out at the last possible moment and learn to cut trees and do basic manual labor.
Late in his teens he was searched and brought to Benden Weyr. After making a fool of himself as a candidate for not knowing which side of the broom you sweep with, he stood on the sands and against all odds impressed. A few years after impression P’ree was acting like a dimglow to impress a woman, he broke his left wrist, and fractured a bone in his arm. Moaning and complaining about how the Benden cold hurts his arm he requested, and received a transfer to Ista Weyr.
Pets: None, although he's tried quite hard to get a firelizard.
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