Name: Sovann
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Physical Description: Sovann is on the tall side of middling height, tanned and lean. He has acquired a number of inconsequential scars over the years and his hands are rough from hauling fishnets. The most notable thing about him (to his mind) is the bridge of his nose which shows signs of having been broken, though it was clearly reset by a healer. He thinks it makes him look roguish, and he might just be right. His eyes are on the green side of hazel, and his hair is a medium brown. These days, he keeps most of his hair short so that it won’t tangle into fishing lines or get caught in brambles that he is so inclined to tumble into. A frustrated Denali braided a hank of his hair at the back of his neck to keep it orderly when he hacked his hair off initially three turns before and missed an entire section. As with the nose, Sovann laughs off all criticisms regarding his outlandish hair, and more to the point sees it as a tie to his sister whom he sees very little of these days. It looks a little odd, but he doesn't care and he's continued to braid that bit of hair ever since. He has faint laugh lines around his mouth, and a slight divot in one cheek that hints at a dimple.
Personality: He is adventurous, somewhat on the rash side, impulsive. When he stops to actually think, he is capable of making well thought out decisions, and he has a stubborn streak a mile wide. He is a wanderer by nature, and he hasn’t sown his wild oats just yet. He does not like early mornings, and woe betide he who awakens Sovann before he is ready to be awake—who does not have a mug of Klah with him. He can be charming when he puts his mind to it, though like many teenaged males he is convinced that he shouldn’t have to try. At the best of times, he is a friendly, outgoing young man, and at the worst he is feckless and despondent. He loves his family, though he doesn’t understand them, and they have managed to instill a modicum of politeness into him despite his resistance at every step along the way, and even a little polish when he bothers with it. For all of his faults, Sovann is a good and loyal friend to those who see past his less charitable traits and a hard worker when the situation demands it.
History: No one ever expected Sovann to amount to anything more than a nuisance. His parents (Sunila and Ralas) were fisherfolk, and happy to be so. He grew up in the warmth of their love, the second child and first born son. His sister Denali was everything that his family could have hoped for. She was content to take up the family craft like so many others before her. She even married a man after her father’s heart, and their new family has brought Sunila and Ralas great joy. Sovann was a different story entirely almost from birth. When Sovann was a lad (a mere seven turns) he had an encounter with a tree that he lost spectacularly, and came away with just a bit more character than his parents had expected of his young face. The tumble of out of tree did him very little harm, and served to awaken the adventurer that lurked waiting to be freed within him. That was the first of his escapades.
If he wasn’t falling into streams or chasing the tides, he was diving as deep as he could manage beneath the waves searching for some excitement. He found it on numerous occasions, and came away with the scars to prove it. But all of that was fun and games for the impulsive boy, and only served to egg him on. Despairing of ever finding any outlet for their son’s excess energy, his parents finally sent him to live with some relations at a very minor sea hold, where he learned to be useful (not by learning the family craft, to their regret). Unfortunately (or at least in his parents’ lights), it was there that Sovann was found on Search. There is ambition in Sovann that his parents and extended family can scarcely understand, for they have never tried to be anything but what they are. He has too much energy, too much forward drive to stay rooted to the admittedly mundane life that they live for long. What he most longs for is to find someone to understand him, perhaps even to fill a niche somewhere with the skills that he possesses and the temperament that he will never be rid of.
Along with his energetic behavior that desire to find a place for himself (that is not the one his parents chose for him) has created a bit of a rift between Sovann and his family, one which he has not given up on removing. What he doesn’t know (and what his parents are loath to tell him) is that there have been a number of youngsters like him in the family line that have gone on to be dragonriders and harpers, traders and the like. He sees his life through the lens which his family finds most appropriate, but he has not given up on the future that he so longs for. It has never occurred to Sovann to question the fairy tale history he has been told from early childhood, and while it is naïve of him to believe that no one in his family has done anything else since the line was founded, he has no particular interest in discovering otherwise. Whether his place will be in the Weyr or somewhere else there is no way of knowing. One thing is for certain, though… he won’t be fishing.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: To his dismay, Sovann is good at gutting fish, sailing, repairing torn cloth (sails, alas) and the assorted other skills that his parents prate so much about. He is good at swimming and holding his breath under water, though he is not certain how any of those things will be useful at a Weyr. As careless as he seems, he is an able and avid learner.
Will this character be a candidate? Yes
Picture: N/A
