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Name: Kenvoi
Age: 15
Sex: (trans)Male
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Craft: Woodcrafter
Rank: Apprentice
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description: There is really no getting around it...Kenvoi's looks are very effeminate, much to his agitation. His face is rounded and soft, lacking the chiseled definition of most boys his age, his nose small, jawline firm but not squared enough to take away from the overall softness of his looks. To combat this he keeps his dark hair cropped short, constantly brushing back the fringe that insists on falling into his grey eyes.

His height doesn't help matters, either; at an age where most boys are shooting up like trees, Kenvoi is at best a few inches - and at worst head and shoulders - shorter than his peers. Even his body seems determined to steer away from the masculine; just-barely-too-big clothes mask a figure with soft curves and slender muscle. Perhaps because of this he steers away from bright colors in his clothing, going with muted tones or neutral shades. Anything to prevent the irritatingly common misconception of calling him a girl.

Perhaps the worst part about it all is that, beneath the clothing, his body matches that unwanted definition. He compensates where and how he can, with wrapped bandages to flatten his chest, but some days it feels like he's fighting a losing battle.
Personality: Kenvoi has always been a scrappy young man, ready and willing to fight anyone about anything. He knows what he doesn't like and he is not afraid to speak up, either with words or - when those fail - his fists. His temper has only seemed to get worse in recent days, but hopefully it will level out as he ages; puberty is never easy for anyone, after all. Especially when you're constantly being called something you're not and living in quiet fear that you're doomed to a life that is not your own. Kenvoi is not a girl and has absolutely no wish to be treated as one...and if he bothers to be honest with himself he's scared of anyone else finding out he was born in the wrong body.

Beneath the anger and the insecurity, though is a kindhearted youth willing to do anything to help those he is close to. He's quick with a smile and a joke to try and lift the hearts of others, he is always willing to pitch in where needed, and he is a very hard worker dedicated to his Craft. Sitting around and moping all day never got anything done, after all.
History: It was a lovely spring day in Benden Hold that had Journeyman Woodsmith Kenard and his wife welcoming what they expected would be their adorable baby girl. Voirrey, a Weaver, was ecstatic, looking forward to having a daughter to put in pretty dresses and frills and other such things. Little Kenvoi, however, had other ideas. From the time she was five it became impossible to keep dresses on her. She adamantly refused to wear them, or skirts, claiming they were weird and didn't feel right. Her parents, thinking this to be a phase, simply redoubled their insistence, leading to quite a lot of arguments and tantrums being thrown.

As Kenvoi grew it didn't get any easier. The girly clothes were tolerated out of recognition that if they were put up with for a while they were easier to get out of later, but the traditionally female pursuits interested her not at all. She had little care for fashion, preferred playing with the boys of the Hold rather than the girls, and had her eye on following her father into Woodsmithing. She had a talent for it, too, having toyed with some of the scraps her father brought home on occasion, but with her behavior as it had been neither of her parents wished to humor her in it.

All of this could have been simply a footnote in her past had it not been for the events of her twelfth Turn. Kenvoi had already been highly uncomfortable, hating being called girly or feminine - protests that she wasn't a girl at all had been squashed during her childhood by well-meaning but ignorant parents - but her own body's betrayal was the last straw. She hadn't been all that pleased with it before, but now...oh no. No, no, no, this was wrong. And what made it even worse were her parents' reactions. Voirrey was ecstatic that Kenvoi was turning into 'such a beautiful young lady' while Kenard started joking about having to keep his daughter safe from over-eager young men.

There was no future for Kenvoi at Benden, not one that she - or, more properly, he - wanted. Even cutting his hair short in a boyish style and binding his chest flat did nothing save elicit complaints from his mother that he was ruining his pretty hair. Shells, there was no chance for any life here...and running away to the Weyr wouldn't help, it was too close and his parents would just drag him back before he'd even have a chance to Stand for a clutch. A dragon at his side would mean they could never take him away, after all, not unless he wanted to go, right? And to get that he needed a Weyr, and for that he needed to go far enough away they wouldn't be able to find him.

He could cross the ocean, he knew, and head for Western, but life aboard the close confines of a ship meant too much chance his secret would be discovered. Traveling across the continent, however, could be done with caravans and there would be plenty of ways for him to hide Nature's betrayal of him. And so he did just that, hiring on as a hand for a trading caravan heading west.

His time with the caravan was, fortunately, largely uneventful, and having a fresh start - no one here knew he'd been raised as a girl all his life - meant little concern over being discovered. There were a few fights as Kenvoi's temper frayed far too easily when being associated with anything at all feminine, but even those became few and far between as they traveled.

It was when they reached the territory of High Reaches that he finally decided to leave. This would be far enough, right? He could settle down here, Apprentice to the Craft he chose - Woodsmithing - and perhaps even Stand for a clutch if the Searchdragons picked him out. Until then, he would live among his fellow Crafters, just one of the boys - if an oddly and almost adorably modest one - and hold out hope.
Other: I kind of want him to get a bronze, or at least a brown, because the potential story and fallout from that intrigues me, but that is most definitely a plot in progress and we'll see how things go.

Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Yes
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP them or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No; he's got eleven years yet to be a proper Candidate, I'm not too worried.

I know, no worries. Nothing is ever guaranteed at a Hatching. I would love to see it happen from a story perspective, but Ken will be jazzed regardless of dragon color XD