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Character sheet:

Character Name: Jalarant

Age: 19

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Craft/Rank: Miner/Apprentice

History:

His father was a miner, as was his father's father. His mother was from a Southern Boll holder's family. The marriage was arraigned nicely to everyone's standards, except perhaps to the young woman's. She was young and high spirited, while her husband was hide-bound. Of course, she went from her hold to his, dragged into the mining life. She bore him many children, of which Jalarant was the fourth. He had only a few years with his mother before she died from complications with her fifth child.

He re-married to a recently widowed woman. Their families were combined, and the rest of Jalarant's childhood passed quite normally. His stepmother was fair and kind, and tended to spoil young Jalarant, expecially since she seemed to be unable to have any more children.

His elder siblings were either paired off or put into the mines when they came of age. Jalarant, however, hoped with everything he had to be something different. Anything else, though he would've preferred to be a Harper. And why not? Harpers taught the children, they entertained the men. They got to be trained at the Harper hall, and they got to journey once they were old enough. To see the world.... That was something Jalarant desired. He wanted to see what lay beyond their small mining hold.

Unfortunately for the boy, he wasn't gifted at Harpering. His voice was average at best, as was his learning ability. Besides, the boy wasn't willing to go against his father. Mining had been good enough for their family for generations, why should it change for one boy?

Perhaps he would've done better if his family mined a different sort of mine. Cromcoal was hard work in a tiny area. Jalarant hated the underground, hated the coal he mined, and became more withdrawn and nasty as the years went by.

However, he did have one shining bit of luck in his life: Two riders came to his hold on search, and tapped the young man when he was around sixteen turns. The difference between Weyr life from what he'd been used to floored him. While there were a few aspects that are still hard to deal with, he much prefers it and has made a vow to stay, even if he doesn't impress. Perhaps because of that, he's trying to pick up anything that'd be taught to him.


Description: Years of hard work with his craft have given him a very sturdy physique. He's also quite tall, which wasn't such an asset in the caves. His hair is black and thick, slightly curly when wet. He has brown eyes. His skin is a natural darker flesh toned; not tanned, but not lily white either.

His jaw is large, his cheekbones are high. His nose has been broken at least once, and is wider at the bridge. His eyes are deep-set in his face. He has full lips, which would be lovely if he smiled. Most of the time, he hods them in a tight, annoyed line. He's covered in minor scars, little nicks and burns, from his years working in mines.

Personality: Taciturn, Jalarant is rarely seen smiling. Years in an environment that he despised has soured him and made him more than a little disillusioned. He is reserved to the point that it's unnerving; it's nearly impossible to get a rise out of him. If one tries to provoke him, they'll more likely than not get a slight smile, a nod of the head, and Jalarant leaving their company.

However, his sour exterior doesn't penetrate to the core. He is, at his heart, a very unhappy man. While he hated mining, the idea of trying to be a rider is terrifying. What if he fails? Is he really suited for anything beyond menial labor? Jalarant is his own harshest critic. Nothing he has done in his life lives up to his own standards. Most of the time, because of this, he doesn't see the point of trying new things. The thought of failure terrifies him.

He finds it very hard to relate to people, which only serves to make him more awkward around them. Perhaps because of his formative years spent mining, or perhaps because of his reserved personality, he has quite a bit of trouble spotting subtle social cues. He's the sort that would sit on the outskirts of a large crowd, listening to people but not interacting. It's not that he wants to be cold and apart from people; it's that he's terribly bad at interaction with people.

He adores being outside. He likes to take walks, to learn about the various things; it's one of the few times he'll truly smile. The sun, the wind, it seems to strip away his inhibitions and fills him with a desire to know everything. He has a horrible curiosity about anything in nature. How does it live? What does it eat? He wants to know everything!

He also is very clever with his hands. He's talented with many things, from the bit of sewing he's picked up while in the weyr to building things with his hands. He likes to practice in his spare time and to give the things away. It makes him happy to see anything he's helped make in use.


Other: In addition to being so far in the closet he can see Narnia, Jalarant has a dislike of small places and a fear of heights. I'm sure that will work out for him well on his first flight.

Everything from here out is in character.

Record raid with Balt

Transplanting with V'al

Meta with N'yumi and Daroth