Name: Dolmar
Age: 17 turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (he is 100% sure he's heterosexual though)
Craft: Courtesan-craft (diplomacy)
Rank: Journeyman
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: Dolmar is tall and thin, but somehow manages not to look underfed—he is simply at that awkward stage of growth where his body doesn't quite fit together right, and hasn't filled out enough to make the odd size of his limbs seem more sensible. His build, along with his olive-green eyes, mirrored his younger twin's, though there ended the extent of their identicality. In truth they were identical twins, but where Marinel's hair was long, Dolmar's taupe-brown locks have been culled, cropped short, and left as barely more than a peach-fuzz of stubble to cap his skull. Marinel was often dirty, scuffed, and tanned from long days roaming in the sunshine; Dolmar is upstanding, clean-cut, and (noticeably) paler due to his more reserved, indoors-centric nature. Even if they ever did wear their hair and clothing the same, the twins would still be instantly able to be told apart—Marinel was the perpetually cheerful one, smiling brightly, and Dolmar seems to have a constantly displeased expression: an unenjoyable mix of bored, tired, and vaguely nauseated.
Dolmar is already creeping up on the 6' mark, and is destined to be exceptionally tall once fully grown. Eventually the awkwardness of his limbs will depart, and in its place will be found a strutting confidence; the young man will very much delight in being able to look down his (rather long) nose at others. His whip-thin brows dash fiercely over his eyes, markedly crooked down in a nearly permanent scowl, and are a darker black-brown than his hair. His face is a curious mix that combines still-clinging baby fat and what is soon to be a rather angular, slanted countenance--such mixes are not uncommon in his age-group, but the dramatic differences in where his face is coming form and going to make it seem that much more obvious.
Personality: Cleverness, wit, and confidence all mixed well and wrapped in an unfortunately bitter shell of pride and flimsy morals make up the core of Dolmar's being. He was raised well (read: wealthy), and had the best education his hold could offer, even before he got into Courtesan-craft Hall. This instilled in him a sense of superiority, of knowing more than his peers, of being outright better than them. He's been prepared all his life to take over his father's role, and known that no one else would do, because no one else could do. Wish a sharp (but critical) eye, a keen mind, and the drive to do everything he put his hand to not just well, but well enough to stand out, he has never, ever been one to leave things half done.
He was born with the ugly gift for being able to give someone a compliment that manages to both sound genuine and scathing at once, and the social cleverness to know how and when and what to say. Always looking down upon, but brilliant at feigning loyalty and respect for those above him. Those skills in particular have kept him both alive and in control of his immediate future since thread's return; his ego and sense of self-worth thriving in the face of challenges met.
What little genuine love he possesses is deeply hidden beneath a veil of distaste and exasperation. It is (or was) reserved for his younger twin and less so for his father. The rare instances he can be found being comforting, encouraging, or generous are all centered around his family...and similarly all are laced with words of displeasure or scolding or sighs, and even a few of the exalting (though false) praises he dishes out for the rest of the world. For the rest of humanity he has little time or care to spend. The majority of them aren't worth note, and those that are seem more suited to being trod underfoot as he presses himself upwards on the ladder of life.
He is willing to do nigh anything to keep himself and his brother (and father to an extent) in comfort and security, though he has yet to perpetrate anything entirely dastardly. Given the choice of an honorable means of making ends meet and a less-than-honorable route, he will nine times out of ten pick the honorable one, if only to be sure that in the eyes of those who might be watching he can be said to be clean. When no one is around to see, the choice becomes less certain. Which will yield greatest profit? Which is the more pleasant road to walk down? Does the dishonorable path involve making misery for those who, for whatever reason, have wronged him? As long as no one knows about the things he does and would do, he is just as likely to dabble in the dark underbelly of life as rise above it.
He is at times petulant, and once given any level of power, he is prone to using it as he sees fit, regardless of the opinions of others. After all, if they knew so much, why was he given the job and not them? No, the power is his, and his to use. And if some people get hurt in the process, well, he's always been apt at covering his tracks with misdirected blame and reasoning that seems sound...
Altogether he is an unsavory, immoral young man, with only the memory of his love for his family and genuine skill at getting things done and done well to redeem him.
Strengths: Confident, diligent, detail-oriented, responsible.
Weaknesses: Acrimonious, treacherous, proud, overcritical.
History: Dolmar and Marinel were originally sons of a prominent family-head in a minor hold of Telgar, of no real importance or renown. To Pern they were essentially no one, but in their own little world they were used to being, if not looked up to, at least known. Life seemed well and in order, and Dolmar aspired to take over for his father once he was old enough. Marinel...Marinel could do whatever he liked, since Dolmar was certain there was no chance of his kind, if reckless and childish twin usurping his place. Everything was well and proper...until thread returned.
The already small hold was laid utterly barren. It had been a recent construction, more wood than stone, and no one had expected silver death to come streaming from the sky. Probably one or two (un)lucky ones survived the threading, but they went on to later die of exposure in the wilds, or managed to make it to the next nearest hold, only to find it similarly obliterated.
Dolmar had begun training under a local journeyman some turns prior, and in preparation to be the best version of himself possible to take over for his father, he talked (or paid, or both) the journeyman into procuring him a spot at the Courtesan Hall. Half a world away and under the jurisdiction of Western Hold, he left his twin, his family behind without a look back. In truth he was a clever, apt student, and utterly devoted to improving himself and networking with those other sons and daughters of prominence in his classes—at least, those sons and daughters devoting themselves to respectable studies, unlike the frivolous perfumers and designers—until the world fell out from under their combined feet.
In the end, he lost no more or less than anyone else, he told himself. Thread fell about a month before he'd suspected he'd be ready to become a journeyman. It took about as long for him to find out what he already knew—that his family, entirely, was gone—and by then thread had come to Western, and with the ravages of their own home and Hold and Hall, that news never really sunk in. He became somewhat quieter for a while, restraining his usually barbed tongue not because of his own pain, but out of grudging respect for his fellow crafters that more keenly felt their losses. Lingering dark circles under his eyes were the only proof of his own mute trauma when he finally joined the ranks of journeyman nearly seven months later.
Exactly one sevenday later he was searched, and after another sevenday of deliberation, he put his back to the Hall to try his luck on the sands. Most people thought he felt the urge to prevent what'd happened to him from happening to anyone else. A few closer confidantes quietly realized that with his family, his history wiped out, even as a journeyman crafter he would be hard-pressed to rebuild the sort of prestigious, comfortable life he'd come to expect and anticipate, and so had looked elsewhere...
Other: He's fantastic with facts and figures, and has good clean handwriting. He had a great head for politics, but he's been so internally shaken up this last turn that he hasn't really paid close attention to news and gossip or anything aside from just surviving, really. His twin actually is alive, but he obviously has no idea, and might never find out (depending on if I ever make Marinel here).
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No, I don't need one.
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yep!
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No.
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