Name: Kerebessar (Bess)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Farmcraft
Rank: Apprentice/Candidate

History: Born the youngest of nine children, Kerebessar is convinced his mother ran out of good names by the time she got around to poppin’ him out. Make no mistake, though, he still loves his mama. Living in a small cothold, the family did all it could to scrape a living out of the mountainside. Every person had his or her part, and Kerebessar, being the youngest, was given the tasks nobody else wanted to do. Families are hierarchies and he had the unfortunate luck to land on the lowest tier. While his brothers were outside tending the crops, and his sisters inside doing the sewing and cooking, Kerebessar was in the stables shoveling poo, weeding the crops, or some other such chore. Any complaints about his jobs were met with a thump to the ear; it’s all part of the farmer’s life, boy!

Nearing his fourteenth turn, he was Searched and sent to High Reaches Weyr. Shortly after arriving there he was Apprenticed into Farmcraft, since it was all he had ever known and, like most Candidates, he was urged to have a “back-up” incase Impression did not happen for him. For a farm boy Kerebessar fell into Weyr life relatively easily and found his own niche amongst the other Candidates quickly. They christened him with the nickname “Bess,” because it was collectively agreed that Kerebessar was an awful name.

The turns thereafter he’s been at the Weyr, failing to Impress Hatching after Hatching, yet still patiently bides his time.

Appearance: Standing slightly taller than average, Bess is neither a good nor bad lookin’ fellow. He is simply a person and no other label needs to be applied. His hair, a dark brown, is kept short, and he hardly bothers with it beyond the occasional trimming. His eyes are a lighter brown, and are rimmed with long, thick eyelashes. This girlish feature is countered by his angled cheekbones and strong chin, which is obscured by THE BEARD.

Shortly before his first Standing, Bess got into an argument with a fellow Candidate about whether or not he would ever Impress. The weyrbrat he was arguing with insisted that no dragon would ever be interested in an ordinary farm boy. The dispute eventually progressed to an indignant Bess proclaiming that he wouldn’t shave until he had Impressed a dragon, because, by shardit, he had way more chance of Impressing a dragon than that uppity weyrbrat, even if he looked like a scraggily holdless! Despite the weyrbrat long ago forgetting about the agreement, Bess has kept true to his word. For nigh on seven turns, his face has gone unshaven, and indeed, he is beginning to look like something of a scraggily holdless. It matches his hair color and stretches to his chest in dark, wiry waves. It masks his youth and those who do not know him are genuinely surprised to hear that he is still a Candidate. While his facial hair is slightly intimidating, Bess has been around the Weyr for such a while that hardly anyone pays attention to it anymore. The beard is awesome and anyone who doesn’t like it is a tool.

Personality: Confident and self-assured, Bess doesn’t need anyone else to tell him what to do. He chooses what he chooses, he thinks what he thinks, and he does what he does. Anyone who tries to convince him to do otherwise can go jump off a cliff. It’s not that he’s dogmatic or egotistic, he just holds his own ideals and opinions close to his heart and severely dislikes it when others attempt to change those and tell him he’s wrong. If anyone dares to do this, he will defend his stance with an unyielding, vicious fervor.

Do not mistake his tenacity for rebellion, though, as it’s far from that. Growing up in such a large family, Bess has absolutely no problems accepting and taking orders from those above him, but only within reason. He will do his job, and do it well, but anything beyond that is debatable. “Go wash this basin, Bess.” All right. “Go fetch me a cup of klah, Bess.” Get your own sharding klah. He is not a drudge and rarely does any favors that are asked of him. For Bess to accept a favor is a monumental moment indeed, and if he does so it probably means he really likes or respects the asker. In accordance, Bess almost never asks favors of anyone and will only do so in times of great desperation. His problems are his own and he refuses to rely on others to help him fix them.

Your bullshit. Bess will not take it. Those that constantly complain, gripe, whine, pout, etc. will instantly be met with a Pernese version of “stfu and gtfo.” If you have a complaint, take it to the one it needs to be taken to. If you’re whining, either suck it up, get over it, or fix it. The man has little tolerance for passive aggressive people who never face their problems head on, and he isn’t afraid to call them out on it.

Though seemingly gruff at first, Bess is sociable and jovial enough if you don’t push one of his (many) buttons. He’s an easy person to get along with as long as you respect him and his time.

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