Character Name: Kazairl
Age: 18 (17 at creation)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Fishercraft/Candidate
History: Kazairl’s family lived in a Cothold some distance from the closest major hold. The family dug its existence out on a rocky shore that bore enough packtail and fingertails to sustain their meager existence. The firstborn, Kazairl might have been saved from a live of poverty had his mother not chased his birth with six other children, the final of which killed her when Kazairl was ten. While a wetnurse was asked to come live with them long enough to wean the youngest, the bulk of the work fell to the father (a stout, weathered, and stern sort of man that was impossible to read) and Kazairl, as he was the eldest.

It didn’t take long for the system to degenerate. The wetnurse had no interest in doing anything beyond caring for the youngest child, and after one of the smaller children died to sickness she began to demand that the whole family move back to her Minor Hold. Kazairl’s father was not an old man, but having aged badly under the Turns of strain, he was forced to agree. At the minorhold, Kazairl’s father often went out to sea, and his children were more or less communally looked after by a few softer women that pitied the ragtag bunch. Kazairl, enjoying the relative liveliness of the fishing hold, needed no coddling to embrace his new home. Restlessly, he tried any work he could get involved in, as much to meet new people as to try new things, and it wasn’t long before he was unloading a tithing shipment of fish at the nearby Major Hold, where he was promptly Searched by a scouting green so quickly that it left his head spinning. Finding himself at Malvren with only a day to prepare for Impression, his heart beat only to the tune of dragons until he came to Sands – where he failed. Not a single dragon so much as eyed him, and, much chastened, the young man fell into learning the chores and studies of Candidates for another Turn, until the next hatching – where he failed once more. The pattern has now continued for the last five turns, but not the type to be disheartened, Kazairl has integrated himself into weyr life. If he does not Impress in the turns to come, he expects to take up some duty at the weyr rather than return to fish. He rather loves the hustle and bustle for the weyr.
Description: Black, slick hair, dark eyes, and olive skin, Kazairl might at first sound ordinary. However, at six feet three inches, Kazairl stands at a stunning height. His hair falls just below his shoulder blades, though it is always tied back in a thick, simple braid. He has a fringe of bangs that hang thinly over his eyes like bars. He’s muscled from work, though has a slightly lean look to him, as if he’s been unable to get his hands on quite enough food to fill out. This isn’t so, but he’s not above using his appearance to beg a few extra rolls out of the kitchen workers. He enjoys wearing a bit of flair at events, but given his difficult-to-fit size and lack of extra marks, he most often wears dark, loose clothing that seems to rustle endlessly around his lanky frame. His hands and arms bear evidence of his life by the sea, and are a bit too heavily scarred for very delicate work such as sewing. His looks are quite fair for looking at, and he has a cavalier smile that looks rakish below his cleverly-glinting eyes.
Personality: Despite his grim past, Kazairl is not a grim young man. In fact, it could be said that his cheer often seems to grow out of surrounding strife. Having witnessed the death of his mother and a sibling, it doesn’t much seem to follow that he should smile so readily. The knack of his optimism is his detachment. Maybe it stems from his grisly past, but he has little true empathy with others. He enjoys the noise of a crowd, intelligent debate, and chasing girls as much as the next young lad, but his attachment to others is fickle and brief. He would as readily prepare a prank with a friend as he would with a stranger he met in the kitchens just that morning. This is a strength and weakness in itself. He can deal with others with an objective calm attitude, but it’s difficult to trust a man who smiles at everyone, and maybe for good reason, because there's no telling if Kazairl is simply pretending to stay unfettered by loyalties, or if he is truly that cold on the inside. He isn't even entirely sure himself.

Kaziarl also doesn't like to toot his own horn, but it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way. Charming, handsome, witty, merciful, dedicated, oh Kazairl's appreciation for himself is endless. It's nice when others value his greatness, but he doesn't mind when others mistake him for pretentious. It takes quality to recognize perfection after all, and no one could outmatch his own self-worship. Having an ego of this magnitude means he doesn't often take punishment, insult, or setback very seriously. As content as he is with himself, it's difficult to get him riled, but that isn't to say he's to controlled to let loose. When bored or in an ill mood, or should his invulnerable egotism feel pricked, he's not above falling back on the old 'sport' of his fishing hold: fist fights. Even when he loses, a little brawl away from the Candidatemaster's watch always lifts his spirits. No one's ever been seriously injured, but his penchant for sparring has gotten him some rather laborious duties from time to time. Luckily, he's magnanimous and gracious enough to forgive the Candidatemaster of this slight.

Despite the reality, Kazairl only sees himself as having a single weakness: women. He seems them as delicate, beautiful, special creatures. However, to the women that out-fished him at the hold, worked longer than him in the kitchens, can run an entire hold full of people, he thinks you’re very unique, but you'd be better off pampered and practicing feminine delicacies. Maybe there are unusally skilled or tenacious women that can outmatch their masculine counterparts, but girls just shouldn't need to do such uncouth work. He likely got this notion of women belonging in the home from the seamen from his hold, but there's no doubt it's become overblown since he's seen 'real ladies' at the weyr, and the young holders that visit for hatchings. He enjoys doting on women as much as he loves playing the lovesick fool for them. He delights in their smiles, fancies their coy flirting, and will work endlessly to please any woman that seems like him, but a chuckle and pat on the head await any one who tries to talk him out of his chauvinism. The upside to his sexism is that he would never cheat or be disloyal to any woman's affections.

As proud and self-sufficient as he is, even Kazairl enjoys company. Besides the general hustle and bustle of people, he specifically enjoys attention, authority, and being respected, though he's impish enough to revel in negative conflict as well. Though he's already failed at Standing several times, he'll tell anyone that he's due for his bronze this next clutch. This is partially show, though he does earnestly expect that if he does Impress, his dragon will be the most glorious of the weyr, whatever its color (though he does of course expect a male). Of course, it hasn't occurred to him that he might not be able to garner the trust of others with his haughty ways, but he does wish one day to ennoble himself through service and protection of others. Put simply, Kazairl's detachment and the turns of changing homes have made him a discontented wanderer. He wants to be needed. This is a well kept secret though, since Kazairl is unpracticed in admitting faults, even to himself. Perhaps a dragon will one day give him the opportunity to care for others, either through leading or learning the value of filling a lesser, supporting role to his weyr. Or, perhaps he'll learn contentedness through time without Impression, though that day is long away.

Summary: optimistic, impudent, charismatic, brave, sexist, selfish

Other: Barring some really fantastic reason to make a new one, I think Kazairl will be my last character for the shop. Please hit me with any critiques you think of. I want him well-rounded. <3