Name: Vitre
Age: 14 turns
Sex: Males
Sexual Orientation: He isn't sure yet.
Craft: Smithcraft
Rank: Apprentice
Location: High Reaches
Physical Description: Faint glossy waves crease Vitre's hair—somewhere between coal black and dark chocolate—and he's let it grow long enough to draw into a long tumbling bundle at the nape of his neck. A few loose bits frame his face, not long enough to hide what is beginning to shift from baby-round cheeks to a strong, square-ish jawline. His large but straight nose rises up to meet almost-bushy black brows, that would look threatening on a man in his mid-30s or 40s, but seem almost a joke on a teenager. Beneath them his eyes are a warm, cheerful brown, undimmed despite the horrors of thread these past months...ahh, the resiliency of youth!
Build-wise he still looks more like a child than a young adult, of course, though from the width of his shoulders and the early musculature of his limbs from smithcrafting, he's probably going to be a very sturdy man one day. He has yet to have much in way of growth spurts, though his voice has started to crack and warble on occasion, so he's hoping that his lingering shortness will soon be a thing of the past.
Personality: Vitre is a little spitfire of a boy, if you catch him at the wrong moment. Obviously one of his parents had quite the temper, and at least one of them had just a completely brutal tongue. Perhaps because of his age, he is unfortunately hot-tempered and quick to rouse to anger. Lashing out first with words, and then with fists if he can't get his way, he's always been a bit of...well, a handful. But as angry as he is, he feels the following remorse and guilt just as keenly, and usually manages to come begging for forgiveness in the same day he's decked an age-mate. Despite his live-wire emotions, he is a primarily positive, clever, charming young boy, and the same barbed tongue that could flay a herdbeast's hide can equally hand out compliments like polished silver and silk.
He's a hard-working kid, though he's never had dreams of being a craft master; he has boundless energy, but in the way of persistence—he's not the type to be bouncing all over the place. The only thing that ever really distracts him from his assigned tasks is, of course, gossip. He finds people and their lives fascinating, to the point of distraction. Sadly he doesn't have any of the finesse or skill to put what he learns to good use...but maybe one day, with the right guidance. As things stand, he's unfortunately prone to re-spreading rumors conversationally, and has more than once gotten himself into a pickle because the persons involved have found out that he's the one flapping his gums.
He's also just really starting to notice girls. And boys. He isn't sure yet if either (or any) of them are really...like really extra interesting, buuuut in general he's just suddenly become aware that 'hey people are cool and different in some ways and maaan some of them are like...really nice to look at.' So of course that makes him even more invested in drama and gossip, because noticing people means, sometimes, you get a little shy of them, even though you still want to know more about them.
Pros: Charming, honest, loyal, hard-working.
Cons: Gossip-hound, emotionally volatile, unambitious.
History: Vitre, frankly, has no idea who his parents are (or were). Rather, he knows who his parents are, but not who sired him, or who gave birth to him. The child of two dragonriders at High Reaches, his life was fairly typical of a traditionally structured weyr's youth. Both parents must obviously have been determined to keep up their eternal watch for thread, because he was raised in the creche from infancy to about five turns of age, at which point he was fostered to a frankly wonderful family in the hold. They never made clear their reasons for wanting to foster him, or why they'd picked him, but as far as he can tell, they've never treated him as anything but their own naturally born child.
The stark and obvious lack of any blood children of their own very probably had something to do with that, he will one day realize.
After a turn or so of adjusting, he began to thrive in his attentive new home. His foster mother was a baker, a short, stout, motherly woman of great skill, and his foster father, a well-off (but by no means wealthy) miner boasted daily about how it was her sweet pies that won his heart, before he'd even laid eyes on the woman herself. They encouraged his budding interest in metals, at first thinking he would be a miner like his foster father, though they were equally happy when he decided it was smithing for him instead. A local apprenticeship was shortly arranged, once he reached his eighth turn-day, and when he was ten turns old, as a family, they took in another foster child—a much younger 'brother', also from the weyr.
So passed turns and turns more, as a happy, "middle-class" family, full of the usual growing pains of a boy entering his teenage years (agemate fistfights and pilfered pies and all) until the return of thread. Faranth-praised, none of them died in the first fall, but it was frankly terrifying for the lot of them, even though comparatively they were well more ready than most. For a young boy to whom thread had always been a scary bedtime story, though one to be taken very seriously, it was like seeing a scary book villain come to life.
Their household has become much more somber in the months since, though thanks to the growing need for stone, metal, and firestone, both he and his father have been bringing home more marks. His younger 'brother' doesn't understand what's changed, and their foster mother has worked hard to keep the light and smiles the family has shared going strong, but even Vitre can sense that the time for playing is done, and the time for hard work is here. And for the first time he wondered, as he cowered with his foster family beneath their stone and metal hearth, if the screams of scored or betweening dragons above might be those of his birth parents.
Other: He has a pretty rocking singing voice, actually, though he's been too embarrassed to sing since his voice started to change. If he hadn't been tapped to go into smithing first, he might have made a half-decent harper.
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Sure!
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yup!
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? Sure? I'm not particular, but given his recent interest in dragons, I could see him begging his foster family to take him back to the weyr to see a hatching before he gets searched. *SHRUG*
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