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Name: Rufet
Age: 12 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft/Rank: Candidate/Apprentice Baker
History:
Rufet is a weyrbrat through and through, the result of a Flight between a greenrider and craftsperson. It wasn’t something as amazing to brag about when growing up with other kids that boasted of their brown and bronzerider parents, but it was certainly better than being from a red or black or whatever the alternative colors were. Not that he knew that such couplings were near impossible and quite far from Benden Weyr.

When it came time to apprentice him, it was… quite a trying time. He lacked the dexterity for tailoring and the stamina for minecraft. Harpercraft revealed that he had a good set of lungs, however his volume did not make up for how far off key he sang. Rufet found his place in the kitchens, scouring the pots and pans and acting as an extra hand as he worked to find his place.

Rufet was quite at home in the pots and pans – a choice that others had made for him. Apprentices were quick to discover how difficult it was for him to say no and took advantage, giving him the unsavoury and boring tasks. Scrubbing pots, pans, peeling potatoes, turning the spit – Runfet has done them all, though if anyone was to go looking for him the pot and pan pile would be the first place to look. Plates were a hazard, as he ended up dropping and shattering many before he was told to stick to pots.

There was a thin line between kitchen work and drudgery, and Rufet was toeing it. He did not want to spend the rest of his life doing this sort of work. Yes, his hands were unusually clean and he was free to concentrate on his task. But was it really the life he wanted to life? Rufet wanted the adventure, wanted the chance to go places just like in the Harper tales. Maybe he’d get to ride on a dragon if he was lucky, but with Benden’s infertility? It was nothing more than a dream, a fancy he kept to himself. Scrubbing pots were easier if he imagined that his rag was a dragon, flying amongst the soap-clouds scouring away the blackened Thread. It certainly made it more exciting! But it was a dream, nothing more.

He envied and looked up to the dragonriders, slowing down in his tasks in order to try and overhear them whenever they came near him or came into the kitchens. Where did they go? What did they do? They always fascinated him, moreso when they left in search of the mysterious Mystweed. When the Time Riders returned, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as he stared at their scars. The meaning of Thread and the dangers it held were lost to him. All he saw before him were dragonriders and dragons that were even more amazing than they were before. They were heroes! They brought back the Mystweed! They… they… he had a chance.

The Mystweed helped the dragons make eggs, right? And if there’s eggs… he was almost old enough to Stand… Could he become one? Rufet held onto this desire, putting his all into his work and wishing with every fibre of his being. Oh please, oh please, oh please.
Yirath had Risen and laid a clutch of eggs. She had Risen. There were eggs! Rufet dared to hope. Maybe, just maybe...

Description:
His body type in one word could be described as “pudgy.” Or even “chunky.” Maybe even “rolly-polly” if a Harper was asked to describe him. He is not physically fit, nor is he fast or strong. He ambles along at his own pace, moving with vocal gasps as he constantly chases after his own breath. When he does move, he moves with his shoulders hunched and eyes down, angled so that he pays more attention to someone’s feet than what they’re carrying. He has ducked under someone more than once only to run into what they were carrying.

Rufet has tanned skin, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He wears his hair at medium length, short enough so that it does not fall down his back yet long enough to hide his ears. His ears stick out quite a ways from his head, making him look more like a wherrybeast than a boy.

For a boy his age, Rufet has clean hands with well-trimmed nails. His hands are usually red, the fingers especially pruney after scrubbing pots. It’s not unusual for his sleeves to also be wet, or for anything else on his person to be so either.

Personality:
Even at twelve turns, Rufet acts quite a lot like a child. He is quite apt to create games in order to amuse himself, letting his imagination take flight. The only drawback is that quite often he goes too far to the point of being oblivious to his surroundings. It’s not that he means to grab a slippery plate with slippery hands, only to miss catching it and have it shatter. He doesn’t mean to run into people, either. It’s an honest mistake! Really! Would you please forgive him? He’ll work extra hard to make it up, please give him a chance and don’t report him please please pleaseeee!

When Rufet offers to make up for something, he means it. He will give everything is all in order to make amends for anything he’s done. While he may not be very good at whatever is asked of him, he will do his best. And if that’s not good enough, he’ll keep working until someone actually tells him that it’s okay, he did a good job.

Rufet listens to his elders. Anyone that’s older than him quite obviously to him Knows What They’re Doing, and he listen to them unquestioningly. This doesn’t mean that he’s gullible to the point of doing everything someone asks of him, however – the only people with that privilege are those who are directly in charge of him and have Authority That Should Not Be Questioned. Peers? He’ll listen, but he just needs to finish scrubbing these pots first before he can help you. Do you want to help him? No? Okay...

In terms of speed, Rufet is physically slow. If asked to go run an errand, Rufet will be able to jog out of the room, around the corner, and down part of the hall before he’d slow to a loud and noisy huff huff huff. He simply isn’t the sort that can move around thanks to ample handouts and “sampling” in the kitchen. Upstairs mentally, Rufet can also be considered slow. He quite likes to mentally chew through his thoughts and ideas like a piece of chewy meat in order to select the best option. And to him, the best option is the one that doesn’t get him noticed. He gets spooked rather easily, often jerking noticeably as a result.

Other: IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME I bet Rufet could do an impressive truffle shuffle.