Name: Fenferari (F'rari if Impressed)
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: Healer
Rank: Apprentice
Physical Description:
Only standing at 5'7 now, he's bound to be taller than anyone in his family after a couple more turns. He's kind of scrawny at the moment, but it's nothing a little training isn't going to fix with a little more wholesome meals. Black hair, short and wavy, curling around his head in a mop-like sort of fashion and sometimes trimmed enough to stay out of his eyes. Pale, fair skin from his life in his hold. Mirror gray eyes.
Personality:
Fenferari is a good boy, a kind boy, and that's probably saying a lot where he's come from. He's not at all an extrovert, that trait being used up by his elder siblings, but he's not awkward either when presented conversation. He's humble. It takes more vanity than he has to think he's particularly witty or clever, so instead he measures his intelligence by what he can succeed in pursuing. But in truth he is a quick and intuitive thinker, good under pressure even if it may make him a trembling wreck afterward at times. He gives respect to his elders, women especially, and his peers far beyond what they may deserve. There's a sort of quiet passion to him that makes him very dedicated and at harmony to what he sets his mind to. He likes people, he really likes to help them. His affable and open nature upon being approached is testament enough to that. Sometimes he lets himself be walked on a little, but he won't allow himself to be worn down or used. When he was Searched by Ista, he was very excited and honored to provide more of a service to Pern, and his attention has been a little more focused on that as of late, making him seem a little absent. Fenferari is also the sort of boy that would go and tattle to the Candidatemaster if any trouble was brought in upon him. He actually involves himself personally on very rare instances, hating conflict but it's turning out to be something he's steadily beginning to get used to out of necessity (being separated from his mother and big brother, who both may have stuck up for him). Doesn't trust himself, and knows the highest authority is always the right choice if he can make it there. The only time he will put himself out there is if someone else is a target of trouble, not himself, in which case he will swoop in and try to add himself as a support to the victim and a deterrence to an offender. There is strength in numbers, after all, and defending someone else gives him the courage he might not bother to muster on his own behalf. As far as mischief goes, he's not above having a little fun, but he's not going to be put into anything that jeopardizes his status or anyone else's well being. So he may not always be a favorite.
History: The baby of his family, he was the only child who was explicitly planned to be. His mother spoiled and doted upon him, but it seemed as if none of her caustic nature rubbed itself off on him in all those years. His childhood seemed to be filled with his elders constantly bustling around him, entertaining himself and eagerly sapping up any attention given to him. A lot was expected to come from him, but not nearly as much as the twins born before him. Tieg, his brother, was good to him but often ended up getting him in more trouble than he knew what to do with. His sister, Naryssa, had very little to do with him and was spiteful toward his sweetened attitude. His relationship with his father has always been a bit distant but good, seeing as Fenferari fears him like no other.
He's from Telgar like all of his family, and for a good couple of turns was instructed by his father, a journeyman smith, in the craft of smithing. It was simply accepted that all men of their family would grow to be smiths and, wanting to make his parents proud he did relent for a while. He was an average if slow student, nothing next to his older brother, Tieg, who was already the favorite as far as that was concerned. Things were also too gruff for him around those times and he didn't take the more boisterous nature of his peers nor the occasional harsh reprimands at his inadequacy very well. He begged his mother to teach him in the ways of a weaver and, repelling her husband's disappointment, she would. Fenferari proved good in the way of sewing and stitching, especially liking patchwork. But he had no creativity. And at that time it seemed like his sister had chosen to compete with him for reasons he couldn't conceive. He could brush off her mean nature, but he couldn't ignore her violent temper. Often he found himself cringing behind the mercy of his older brother who may sometimes lend his assistance to assuaging Naryssa's wrath. But Fenferari was still miserable.
Finally, he found something he really did think he could really excel in. Just a simple mention from a healer about how well he'd patched his needle wounds up got him really thinking. At the time he had been in the Healer Hall for tumbling down stairs after being goaded into a race by his brother. Fenferari began to hang around the hall in whatever free time he could glean, being only around thirteen turns then. The atmosphere, though sometimes dim with sickness or muddled with busywork, seemed very friendly. The healers there were very kind to him even if he was a drifter, were amused enough to answer some of his questions. And he saw how much the healers really did for those people that came in injured from the hold, and he did admire that. Making tools and clothes... what good was it if one did not have a person well enough to bear them? Fenferari was sure he had found what was most important to him, and for the first time ever he took a stand against his family and voiced his desire. It still wasn't easy, but after a while they would accept his choice. After all, they still had a son and a daughter that would carry on the family crafts, what did it really matter if their one decided to be some sort of nurse?
So with reluctant support, Fenferari took his apprenticeship in the minor Healer Hall of Telgar at fourteen turns. He found it to be just as enjoyable as he suspected, and didn't look back since then. When an Ista wing came through on a Search, Fenferari was chosen as one of those that would follow them back to their Weyr and be trained for candidacy. He was more than a little flattered, and suspects his family is proud of him even if they never did really care for the Weyrs since the Interval was of their generation. He's determined to be the best student he can and, if he doesn't make it, plans to return to his training in Telgar once he is of age.
Pets: None
Other/Talents: He's pretty good at sewing up and making repairs to most clothing. Can ignore someone to the extent they must be touching him before he'll ask them politely to go away or leaves himself. Good at multitasking and jam-packing his schedule when all he wanted was an easy weekend. Seems to be really good at making older women adore him even when he doesn't want to. Pretty quick on his feet.
Will this character be a candidate? Yes
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