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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 Jalarant hated the underground, hated the coal he mined, and became more withdrawn and nasty as the years went by.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:
"I'll stay back here until told otherwise." Some people are leaders and some are followers; Jalarant is firmly in the second set. He is supremely uncomfortable being in charge of anything except for himself. He seeks no glory and is fine with others taking credit for his work. He thrives in the background, and is nervous in front of others.

"I... Really don't understand people." Not very well adjusted to social situations, Jalarant is typically lost in them. He's usually seen with a grimace on his face, looking uncertain. When asked questions, he'll speak after a hesitation as he tries to think of something to say that won't make him look stupid. If given a task, however, his responses will quicken as he focuses on the task and not his own awkward self.

"Nothing but a craftborn dolt." Jalarant hates himself. There's no way around it; he finds himself to be completely worthless. While he may be talented with several things (He's very clever with his hands, and does know how to read and write, if slowly.) he can never see any worth in himself. To himself, he is eternally the oaf, the big stupid man who's only good for dumb muscle. He is very scornful of himself and will tell people of this when asked. Jalarant thinks that he is doomed to fail at everything he tries his hand at. The Weyr is one more thing that he will fail at, and he'll be sent back to the mines.

"He and I... we never got along much." Serious. Daddy. Issues. Daddy was a hard taskmaster, and is one of the reasons that Jalarant dislikes himself so much. Jalarant could never be good enough for the man, though he tried. Father told him he would fail and that he should come back to finish his Journeyman training. While Jalarant was always a devoted son, time in the Weyr (And the involvement of Balt) has made him think twice about always obeying his Father's orders. Even if he does age out, he will see his Father again only to tell him he will not return.

"I don't know if I'll ever fit in." Because of his social awkwardness, Jalarant is severely lonely. He is a respectful, quiet man, and the majority of the candidates are shockingly wild to him. He can't seem to change his ways, and doesn't think that anyone will want to be around such a fuddy-duddy. He wishes for companionship, but doesn't know how to get it. He's never had a relationship with a girl, and is filled with shame for any feelings he feels towards men.

"What do you need done? While he may not be one for the spotlight, he is a good background character. He never shirks from work and does it single-mindedly. He doesn't care if it was supposed to be someone else's job, he'll do what he's told. Jalarant is very careful and detail-oriented.

"Oh, do you like it? I made it myself." Jalarant is very clever with his hands. He's learned how to sew and how to whittle and practices on scraps quite frequently. If anyone comments on them, he gives them away. If someone likes something that he does, it brings him a very rare sense of self worth, and usually will make him blush and actually smile.


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.

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.

Edited <3

Many apologies for my typically brief style xD