Name: Serom
Age: 40
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft/Rank: Thief/ Wherhandler
History: Serom was born to a small time fisherman and a rather overworked mother as the youngest of five boys. He like his brothers was expected to take up his father's craft as a fisherman. Serom though unlike his siblings took to fishing about as well as a bird takes to the water and loathed every moment he spent hauling nets and gutting fish. His only solstice being in seeing new waters as they sailed in search of a fruitful catch. By the age of fifteen Serom and his father had had a rather huge fight leading to the young lad run away from home to seek his fortune elsewhere along the great Southern continent. While fishing may not have been his calling in life Serom took to travelling well and roamed about the world falling in with the Holdless and earning his meals through pick pocketing, gambling, or other less then honorable occupations. On occasions when a ship came to port short a crewmember he'd sign on just long enough to get to whatever new destination he planned to call home for the night before hitting the road again. One such trip landed the now well seasoned thief in Benden on a gather day where he stole not only purses, but managed to steal away the heart of a young harper lass whom he spent many a night with until the road called him once more. Leaving the rogue to scurry off into the night chasing the stars once again.
Five years later at a chance encounter with a trading caravan in the South Serom would meet the same older and much more bitter harper lass and his own young daughter who peered up at her father for the first time with eyes the same amber gold as his. Quick to pawn the child off on him Serom found himself for the first time caring for someone other then himself and despite his worries the old thief would easily admit that those eleven long years beating the paths across the south with his little girl in tow where the happiest years of his life.
Serom found himself once again alone when his daughter parted ways with him at the age of sixteen wanting more of her life then the lot of a Holdless. At first the thief tried to go back to his old ways, but his daughter's words kept ringing in his head and with the onset of war and the Handlers willing to take just about anyone he became determined to make a world for not only himself, but his little girl where they could live by their own means beholden to none.
Joining the rebellion had been easy, becoming a handler. . .not so much. Serom was viewed as a less then perfect candidate for a wher egg due to his age. His skills though and willingness to go into even dangerous situations to get the job done kept him in the classes and training. Even then with so many clamoring for an egg from the newest clutch he was faced with staunch competition and was originally not going to be allowed to claim an egg at all in favor of it going to a younger candidate. That is of course until one of the candidates dropped out. The younger hard headed lad was disgruntled with how low his place on the egg roster was and was even less keen to be saddled with the one of the smallest eggs of the clutch. Seizing his chance Serom lobbied to take the boys place and was allowed to approach claiming the unwanted egg for himself.
Description:Serom stands roughly 6'1 with a slim compact brawlers build. His skin is a dark rich tan with tattooed stripes going down his left arm. His face, still holding some of it's roguish charm even at his age is scarred from knife fights with one horizontal under his right eye and two intersecting just under his left eye like a +. His hair once a dark rich black brown has gone gray with age lending him a more distinguished look then he had in his youth.
Personality:Serom is far from what one would call a 'nice' person. He's a thief, a liar, a killer, and a gambler. He's a rather ambitious man always wanting more out of life, but not exactly willing to play fair to get it. It doesn't help that he's in love with the idea of chance though his tendency to gamble has faded somewhat with age. The responsibility of having a young girl to care for has tempered him somewhat taking the edge off of his usually short fiery temper though his wanderlust has far from wained and now without his daughter to care for he finds himself thinking on all the things he could have done better. He could have found a steady job, maybe snuck them into a Hold, found a way to enter her into a proper craft. Even in a world far from fond of Holdless he feels he should have done something. This leaves him often plagued with guilt prompting the usually very self-centered man to actually try and be the man his daughter believed him to be and idolized him as. His daughter is one of the few human beings in the world Serom genuinely cares about besides himself, being a rather self-centered man by nature. Not one to be dissuade by the past though he's instead looking to build a better future for not just himself, but her and to perhaps make his little girl proud of him for the first time.
Serom has never been prone to shame having always naturally felt everything he did was right and that things would just work out on their own. He makes it a point to have lived through most of life on his charm, quick wits, and dashing good looks and is only now making it a point to plan for the future realizing that his less then stable life style has cost him the respect of the one person he truly cared about. With the wher-handlers taking over the Weyr's he's found a whole new avenue of opportunities opening up for someone of his less then honorable skills. Opportunities that might just lead him to a place of power and better life for him and his daughter. While far from the most reliable man alive Serom makes up for it with his vicious creativity and his willingness to do whatever it takes to get a job done.
He typically tends to be a rather cheerful upbeat man with a roguish smile and a silver tongue that could talk the boots off a runner. Always one to look on the bright side of life despite living in the dark Serom's not one to be tied down to a woman, work, or hold though as he's gotten into his old age he's begun looking into a slightly steadier option of employment. He finds it somewhat ironic that that steadier work is working with the very beasts that used to chase him and his daughter over fences and gave him more then one bite scar on his leg.
Other: good with card tricks, slight of hand, knives and gambling.
Wher:Anyone who thinks whers are ugly has clearly never been fortunate enough to glimpse Sesk. Okay, well, that may be pushing it a little, as a wher is still a wher, but as far as whers go, Sesk really is quite a pretty thing. From her jewel-like coloration to her slender build and graceful bearing, she's as close as any wher will ever come to beautiful. She seems to know it, too, and is quite the vain little beast. 'High-maintenance' describes her to a T, demanding of praise and affection from her handler, and of attention from any male wher in her vicinity. In fact, it can be difficult to keep her on task if a blue, brown, or bronze is nearby, as she would much rather flirt with them than do any work.
If denied the attention she wants, Sesk doesn't sulk. She gets offended, and when she gets offended, she gets angry. She's quick to try to get back at them if they don't pay attention to her as they should, and may even snap at them. If it's her handler who slights her in such a way, she doesn't get aggressive, but she may refuse to work. She isn't fond of other female whers, but will tolerate them if she has to as long as they don't steal the attentions of 'her' males.
Sesk is tolerant of humans, so long as they treat her with proper admiration. As demanding as she is of attention, however, she gives little of it in return, and shows affection to no one.
Size: Small
Build: Very Slim
