Name: Jakkin
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Craft/Hall/Rank: Weavercraft, apprentice
Personality: Seemingly cold and distant, this isn't exactly the type of boy you'd want to run up to and befriend. Half of the time, he ignores the majority of people - and when he doesn't, you'll wish he had. He has a bad habit of pointing people's flaws and weaknesses out to them, and if anyone ever criticizes him he either takes it with a silent shrug or seems to ignore them. Most of this socially unacceptable behavior is his way of entertaining himself, and seeing what kind of person someone is.

He seems to have no tact; he has no concept of keeping his opinions and ideas to himself, if he feels like sharing them. Jakkin has built an impenetrable wall around himself and his feelings - reinforced with an unfriendly demeanor.

What really captures Jakkin's interest is a conversation that he can pick holes into. If you're talking plans and they don't add up, this boy will be there to point them out for you. In an attempt to make conversation more interesting for him, Jakkin will often form stories to tell others. Whether true or false, you won't be able to tell. He can weave a story as well as any harper. Maybe he should have been one. He has a sense of humor that isn't often seen--he will be caught chuckling at other's flaws quite often. They seem to amuse him.

Since attempting to connect with people, Jakkin has shown a slow, but terrible temper. While he prefers to act as though nothing bothers him, there are times when he will fly off the handle, indulging in fits of rage brought about by rather unpredictable mood-swings. These are verbal (he is not physical in his anger whatsoever, with the exception of animatedly moving his arms and gesturing wildly) and he will fuss later on to Viorica. Often the moods of others amuse him; he feels he can play anyone as easily as he can mend a hem.

There is a startling difference between Jakkin's neat appearance and his alcove in the candidate barracks. Though his small space has few personal items, there always seems to be something on the floor. Patterns and old scraps of previous projects. Charcoal and used hide litter his cot when he's not sleeping there. If ever asked, Jakkin would claim the mess helps with his ability to think. He won't thank anyone for cleaning it--he wants it that way, thank you very much. He knows exactly where everything is.

Jakkin is a compulsive liar. He does not like to be cornered and made to provide an answer. He doesn't want others knowing what he's really thinking or feeling at any given time. This stems from childhood. Having grown up in Ista--as the son of successful crafters, Jakkin learned from an early age that a cleverly placed lie can save lives. With a need to deny who his parents were to avoid being robbed, this candidate became skilled with words. This seemed to especially come in handy when he came across certain females.

Jakkin, despite his unfriendly demeanor, seems to be indifferent to most people. If there is genuine dislike, he will make it known through his silences. He will take the time to argue with those he is indifferent to--or respects; those he does not, he will pointedly ignore. An example of this is when he spends time with his friend, Vio. Though he seems to resent the older girl often enough, a more observant person would notice how he becomes more animated when he banters with Viorica.

Despite this tendency for affectionate bickering, this man also tends to be protective of his best friend. Not so much that it shows itself physically; but certainly to a point where he will defend them verbally.

Physical Description: Jakkin is tall for fourteen turns, and relatively bony. He has few distinguishing features. He has a bony oval shaped face that he's rather proud of; he has bony hands. He is tan with dark brown hair. He has an air of someone who is very careful about his appearance. He seems to have custom made the majority of his clothing quite some time ago. There have been small repairs and a few are becoming threadbare in some areas--it seems he's always working on improving them with left over scraps.

History: Born to successful weavercrafters in Ista Hold, even as a small boy, Jakkin was aware that he was special. He was an only child, and his parents doted on him in any spare moment. They encouraged him to grasp at his talents (especially in their own craft) as well as to socialize with other holder children. The latter didn't go as planned. For as he grew, his mother in particular, pushed him to spend time with a certain redheaded girl. The two children did not seem to appreciate this effort in the slightest; bickering every time they met up with each other.

He was fostered (and apprenticed) to a master weaver at the age of ten turns. He quickly took to the craft like a firelizard takes to the air; excelling in the simplest of projects, moving on to more difficult ones early in his apprenticeship. He soon realized his ability. His ego hit an all time high, after a few turns. He could only take so much praise before it went to his head. It was at this time that he withdrew further from the average person, preferring to associate only with those he felt suited to someone of his skill.

He was oblivious for the most part, of his parents planning his future. When he did discover they had a wife in mind for him, he withdrew from them entirely. He didn't need a wife! Shards, that could wait until he was a master. Perhaps then, he would meet another as skilled in his craft as he. He was the best. He deserved the best. His plans were changed at the age of fourteen. A bluerider came to speak with his master while the boy had been finishing an embroidery under the man's watchful eye. The bluerider's dragon took an interest in the apprentice, and Jakkin accepted immediately; promising himself that if he did not Impress, he would become the master he'd always planned on being. If he did Impress--he would be the greatest dragonrider Pern'd ever seen!

Talents: Sewing, embroidery
Notes: No preference on color! Definitely not bronze, though.