Name:
Varro
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Rank:
Journeyman
At what age did they Impress?
20 (First partner-blooded to Father's Wher at age 16)
History:
A blood and bone Ghenza native, Varro was born into a small family of Wher Handlers. As such, he was presented to their whims, woes and behaviors from a young age; as such with things, the young lad got it into his one-track mind to become the Greatest Handler in Pern History.
While amused at his dreams of being the "greatest and bestest", both Grandfather (Of Blue Kulsk) and his parents (Of Green Nilsk and Blue Carvinsk) did their best to encourage and flower their childs' love of the mal-formed dragons. There was one thing they were insistant upon, and a lesson he had taken to heart:
He was to have no part in that silly herb mixture others were prone to feeding their charges. There was no reason for the Whers to be "better" then they were at Hatching, save through what natural training and the bond between them brought forth. Any hidden talents the beings may have would come forth with due time.
To this end, and with the partner blooding to his guardians' Whers, Varro began studying to become a handler himself. His actual dreams, however, began drifting between Whermaster and becoming someone who could help in times of emergancy (AKA Search and Rescue). But, despite his attempts at gaining an egg for himself at clutches, Varro was rather late in becoming a Handler...not gaining a fertile egg until his 20th Turn. Even then, he was almost tossed out of the cavern when some sliding rocks startled him and, in turn, upset the Queen before him. Only through frantic groveling and apologizing did she forgive him and allow the human his pick of her clutch.
Here afterwards was he sent to stay at High Reaches Weyr after his intital training, though why? Well, mostly for family reasons. Another was the plague outbreak and the influx of refugees that came into Ghenza for safety. Driven by his need not to be bottled up and his frowning down upon the Ghenza way of refusing the outside, Varro turned towards his Grandfather for assistance with his "plan of escape" with the expectance of refusal from the gruff elder. Oddly enough, Grandpapa was more then willing to help (being from the "outside" himself in his long-ago youth days) on the condition that, before he was to leave Varro was to get his hands on an egg of his own.
Not a moment before.
It was about a sevenday or so after he had won the favor of the Queen. A High Reach Rider had appeared with others to take them back to the Weyr. True to his word, Varro's grandfather had approached and pleaded his case before the riders. He told of his grandsons' skills as a budding handler and the need they might have of an S&R trained pair wandering the Weyr, no? Either way, it was with the others that Varro found himself dragonback and Weyr-flown for some reason despite strained relations. How? Even now, he had yet to guess.
In all cases, it soon after he arrived and settled in did his egg finally crack. A lean brown with a bright sparkle to his eyes.
Appearance:
While not macho-man sized or worthy of lifting one hundred pound weights with only his bare hands, he's got some muscles on that frame of his. He's about medium sized (pointing fingers at his fathers' genetics and topping off at about 5' 8") but big boned, which only adds to his broad looking frame especially around the shoulders.
Varro has a face like a wolf, narrow and with sharp eyes colored a rich brown/gold (the gold tends to crop up when he gets angry). His face is made somewhat less narrow, framed by dark gray/light black strands of hair fallen loose from a simple ponytail holding back most of his short/medium length hair.
Attire is simple and workman worthy, especially for someone who works around whers for most of his lifetime.
From his tunic (which is made of a thick fabric) to his gloves (fingerless and also made of a thick leather) all the way to his leggings and boots (also made of the same thick leather). Its coloring is also fairly simple, ranging from a dark brown to a soft gray. The only thing really of decoration in his attire is an earring made by his grandfather as a child, silver and shaped like a dragon wing that dangles from his left ear.
Another point of interest is, along the inside of his left hand and down to his wrist, is a long scar; ragged somewhat in appearance, this marks the first time he was ever blooded to a Wher (this being his fathers' Blue as a child). This is usually hidden somewhat by his glove and can be shrugged off as an accident wound to those who do not understand whers in full.
Personality:
Flaws
Over-reacting - Have you ever had that moment where someone or something caused you to act more dramatic then you should have? Unfortunately, that seems to happen a great deal to Varro; from Emergencies to simply hanging out with his friends, this young Handler can become a great deal more emotional to a situation then what should be professionally allowed at times.
Not immune to the cold - More furs and hot drinks please?! Unlike the natives of High Reaches, Varro is not someone who is use to the cold summers and even more cold winters of the mountain Weyr. To this end, and being in the dark most of the time due to Varrosk's sensitive eyes, he is....well, cold. To this end, don't be surprised to see him wandering around with more then one layer of clothing or with more then a couple of hot bricks stuffed into his bedding. Hopefully, as time passes, he'll gain the weather immunity. In the mean time, he best keep moving on the job and stay warm; getting sick and forced to stay abed is not exactly high on the want list.
Bad-second choices - Not even all the training in the world can prevent a bad choice, no matter how good someone is. Unfortunately, sometimes his reflexes can clash with someone he's currently having a hissy-fit with despite attempts to maintain peace. Could go from a little thing of sending an angry note via flit to punching the wrong person in a spark of temper.
Also, not being able to help someone do to a split-second choice gone wrong can send this young Handler into a state of depression, though he puts on a mask of strength until he is no longer needed as such. To this end, one will often find him bottled up in the Wherhandler weyr with Varrosk being the only company he will allow at the time.
Strengths
Compassionate - Come on, I aint here to hurt ya. Im here to help.... Being Search and Rescue often means coaxing someone out of a bad situation that fear pins them in. To this end, Varro has learned a form of empathy towards others around him. A sixth sense towards the negative, so to speak. Beneath that rough and tumble exterior is a good heart and a strong shoulder to lean on in tough times.
Quick to laugh - Sometimes the best cure towards something is a good chuckle, no? Easy going at times and with a warm smile on his face, Varro is more often ready to laugh something off when the situation does not call for an emotional rush or a serious attitude.
Quick reflexes - Shard it! MOVE IT! Time waits for no being, especially not so when something decides to go south at a moments' notice. This was not a moment to stare, dumbfounded, while someone was hurt or suffering.
Dragon/Wher Name:
Varrosk
Dragon/Wher Image:
Varrosk
Dragon/Wher Personality:
Lean and with lacking traits in the dexterity and strength departments, Varrosk more then makes up for it with a quick mind and loving heart. Protective of His and those His cares about, sometimes they don't even need to be blooded to this young Wher to earn a lick and nuzzle of affection.
Make no mistake though, when serious calls, Varrosk gets right down to business! Being trained of Search and Rescue, he knows time is of the essence and everyone should just stay back to allow them to work! Scrapes? Brusies? Bumps? Scars? Who cares? He's not out for a fashion show! Preening and posing can wait until it's time for a mating run. Balancing out Varro's strength with his mental thoughts, Varrosk is capable of slipping between open spaces to get at something His cannot reach; more often then not, he will either attempt to open the opening more so His and other can come through or pull those trapped out himself if deemed too dangerous (by his standards) for humans.
Outside of the situations, or when the dangerous portion as pasted, Varrosk will lend his shoulder to the humans to cling to much like His would. As seen, Varrosk is a social Wher with a warm spot in his heart for humans. While possessive of His and much of the love his great heart holds is reserved for Varro, sometimes don't be surprised to see this brown come over and give you a quick nuzzle before scampering off.
Why this rider/handler?
Why? Varrosk and Varro balance each other out as the two grow and bond further from the first Blooding. While Varrosk might not have the stamina and strength his Handler possesses, he is quick and has a sharp mind. Someone who is a steady pillar to lean on for Varro when too much becomes too much during a rescue attempt.
Anything else:
Varro
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
Rank:
Journeyman
At what age did they Impress?
20 (First partner-blooded to Father's Wher at age 16)
History:
A blood and bone Ghenza native, Varro was born into a small family of Wher Handlers. As such, he was presented to their whims, woes and behaviors from a young age; as such with things, the young lad got it into his one-track mind to become the Greatest Handler in Pern History.
While amused at his dreams of being the "greatest and bestest", both Grandfather (Of Blue Kulsk) and his parents (Of Green Nilsk and Blue Carvinsk) did their best to encourage and flower their childs' love of the mal-formed dragons. There was one thing they were insistant upon, and a lesson he had taken to heart:
He was to have no part in that silly herb mixture others were prone to feeding their charges. There was no reason for the Whers to be "better" then they were at Hatching, save through what natural training and the bond between them brought forth. Any hidden talents the beings may have would come forth with due time.
To this end, and with the partner blooding to his guardians' Whers, Varro began studying to become a handler himself. His actual dreams, however, began drifting between Whermaster and becoming someone who could help in times of emergancy (AKA Search and Rescue). But, despite his attempts at gaining an egg for himself at clutches, Varro was rather late in becoming a Handler...not gaining a fertile egg until his 20th Turn. Even then, he was almost tossed out of the cavern when some sliding rocks startled him and, in turn, upset the Queen before him. Only through frantic groveling and apologizing did she forgive him and allow the human his pick of her clutch.
Here afterwards was he sent to stay at High Reaches Weyr after his intital training, though why? Well, mostly for family reasons. Another was the plague outbreak and the influx of refugees that came into Ghenza for safety. Driven by his need not to be bottled up and his frowning down upon the Ghenza way of refusing the outside, Varro turned towards his Grandfather for assistance with his "plan of escape" with the expectance of refusal from the gruff elder. Oddly enough, Grandpapa was more then willing to help (being from the "outside" himself in his long-ago youth days) on the condition that, before he was to leave Varro was to get his hands on an egg of his own.
Not a moment before.
It was about a sevenday or so after he had won the favor of the Queen. A High Reach Rider had appeared with others to take them back to the Weyr. True to his word, Varro's grandfather had approached and pleaded his case before the riders. He told of his grandsons' skills as a budding handler and the need they might have of an S&R trained pair wandering the Weyr, no? Either way, it was with the others that Varro found himself dragonback and Weyr-flown for some reason despite strained relations. How? Even now, he had yet to guess.
In all cases, it soon after he arrived and settled in did his egg finally crack. A lean brown with a bright sparkle to his eyes.
Appearance:
While not macho-man sized or worthy of lifting one hundred pound weights with only his bare hands, he's got some muscles on that frame of his. He's about medium sized (pointing fingers at his fathers' genetics and topping off at about 5' 8") but big boned, which only adds to his broad looking frame especially around the shoulders.
Varro has a face like a wolf, narrow and with sharp eyes colored a rich brown/gold (the gold tends to crop up when he gets angry). His face is made somewhat less narrow, framed by dark gray/light black strands of hair fallen loose from a simple ponytail holding back most of his short/medium length hair.
Attire is simple and workman worthy, especially for someone who works around whers for most of his lifetime.
From his tunic (which is made of a thick fabric) to his gloves (fingerless and also made of a thick leather) all the way to his leggings and boots (also made of the same thick leather). Its coloring is also fairly simple, ranging from a dark brown to a soft gray. The only thing really of decoration in his attire is an earring made by his grandfather as a child, silver and shaped like a dragon wing that dangles from his left ear.
Another point of interest is, along the inside of his left hand and down to his wrist, is a long scar; ragged somewhat in appearance, this marks the first time he was ever blooded to a Wher (this being his fathers' Blue as a child). This is usually hidden somewhat by his glove and can be shrugged off as an accident wound to those who do not understand whers in full.
Personality:
Flaws
Over-reacting - Have you ever had that moment where someone or something caused you to act more dramatic then you should have? Unfortunately, that seems to happen a great deal to Varro; from Emergencies to simply hanging out with his friends, this young Handler can become a great deal more emotional to a situation then what should be professionally allowed at times.
Not immune to the cold - More furs and hot drinks please?! Unlike the natives of High Reaches, Varro is not someone who is use to the cold summers and even more cold winters of the mountain Weyr. To this end, and being in the dark most of the time due to Varrosk's sensitive eyes, he is....well, cold. To this end, don't be surprised to see him wandering around with more then one layer of clothing or with more then a couple of hot bricks stuffed into his bedding. Hopefully, as time passes, he'll gain the weather immunity. In the mean time, he best keep moving on the job and stay warm; getting sick and forced to stay abed is not exactly high on the want list.
Bad-second choices - Not even all the training in the world can prevent a bad choice, no matter how good someone is. Unfortunately, sometimes his reflexes can clash with someone he's currently having a hissy-fit with despite attempts to maintain peace. Could go from a little thing of sending an angry note via flit to punching the wrong person in a spark of temper.
Also, not being able to help someone do to a split-second choice gone wrong can send this young Handler into a state of depression, though he puts on a mask of strength until he is no longer needed as such. To this end, one will often find him bottled up in the Wherhandler weyr with Varrosk being the only company he will allow at the time.
Strengths
Compassionate - Come on, I aint here to hurt ya. Im here to help.... Being Search and Rescue often means coaxing someone out of a bad situation that fear pins them in. To this end, Varro has learned a form of empathy towards others around him. A sixth sense towards the negative, so to speak. Beneath that rough and tumble exterior is a good heart and a strong shoulder to lean on in tough times.
Quick to laugh - Sometimes the best cure towards something is a good chuckle, no? Easy going at times and with a warm smile on his face, Varro is more often ready to laugh something off when the situation does not call for an emotional rush or a serious attitude.
Quick reflexes - Shard it! MOVE IT! Time waits for no being, especially not so when something decides to go south at a moments' notice. This was not a moment to stare, dumbfounded, while someone was hurt or suffering.
Dragon/Wher Name:
Varrosk
Dragon/Wher Image:
Varrosk
Dragon/Wher Personality:
Lean and with lacking traits in the dexterity and strength departments, Varrosk more then makes up for it with a quick mind and loving heart. Protective of His and those His cares about, sometimes they don't even need to be blooded to this young Wher to earn a lick and nuzzle of affection.
Make no mistake though, when serious calls, Varrosk gets right down to business! Being trained of Search and Rescue, he knows time is of the essence and everyone should just stay back to allow them to work! Scrapes? Brusies? Bumps? Scars? Who cares? He's not out for a fashion show! Preening and posing can wait until it's time for a mating run. Balancing out Varro's strength with his mental thoughts, Varrosk is capable of slipping between open spaces to get at something His cannot reach; more often then not, he will either attempt to open the opening more so His and other can come through or pull those trapped out himself if deemed too dangerous (by his standards) for humans.
Outside of the situations, or when the dangerous portion as pasted, Varrosk will lend his shoulder to the humans to cling to much like His would. As seen, Varrosk is a social Wher with a warm spot in his heart for humans. While possessive of His and much of the love his great heart holds is reserved for Varro, sometimes don't be surprised to see this brown come over and give you a quick nuzzle before scampering off.
Why this rider/handler?
Why? Varrosk and Varro balance each other out as the two grow and bond further from the first Blooding. While Varrosk might not have the stamina and strength his Handler possesses, he is quick and has a sharp mind. Someone who is a steady pillar to lean on for Varro when too much becomes too much during a rescue attempt.
Anything else:
