Name: Oseathiol (generally goes by 'Theo')
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible
Craft: Harper (Playwright, composer)
Rank: Journeyman
Location: He travels, usually by caravan, so can be anywhere.
Physical Description: At 6'1" Oseathiol is a bit too reedy to be considered classically handsome. His charms would almost be considered boyish if he wasn't so clearly into his late 20s: gentle and naive green eyes, hair always a bit of a mess, and well dressed, though it somehow seems accidental more than intentional. There's something bookish, or perhaps timid in his bearing, and despite his height he seems to try to fold himself inwards and take up less space. He'd never dare to hunch, but he does curl his shoulders in, and often has his arms tight to his sides or tucked to his chest.
Personality: 'Theo is a bookish, somewhat wilting flower of a man, really. He's an old soul in a young body, and more retiring than the typical harper—happier quietly observing than up on stage, he'd rather watch life go by because if it came for him he'd not quite sure what he'd do about it. With a bright, romantic view of the world, he struggles to grasp the reality of how harsh life can be, and he shrinks somewhat from the chance to find out. His passions are more theoretical than real, his mental flights of fancy often consuming him to the point of distraction—he's definitely the type to daydream entire conversations and encounters with people, but then never actually try to have those conversations in reality.
Despite being raised in a rowdy, almost bawdy family, he's a bit of a bashful, blushing sort. He's immensely skilled at writing poetry and expressing his feelings in the written word, but he's almost hysterical to watch should he try to woo someone in person, all stammers and earnest fumbling.
That bashfulness extends to his work, and most of his songs and poems and plays have been written under false names, a pseudonym of his own making. He takes great pride in his work, but doesn't want to be bothered with fans, or really recognized out of fear that it'd hamper his work, or that he'd fall under the scrutiny and criticism he feels he can't cope with.
Positive Trait List: Artistic, a romantic, obliging, humble.
Negative Trait List: Fainthearted, naive, easily flustered, an over-thinker.
History: Born seventh in a family of nine children to a baker and a former mercenary, from a minor Hold as far north as anyone would want to make a Hold, Oseathiol grew up in a raucous household with plenty of brothers and sisters to run amok with. They played, they fought, they got into all kinds of trouble, and they genuinely loved one another. Theo, as his siblings came to call him, was always a bit of the wallflower of the group, and though he got into his fair share of scrapes and tumbles, most of his childhood was spent sitting quietly (as much as he could), daydreaming, and singing or playing very gently. When he was 8, his big brother was searched to High Reaches, and thus began the youngster's infatuation with dragons.
Turns of hoping he'd be searched too every time they went to watch his brother stand culminated with his brother's impression when Theo was 12. Nevermind that he was too young, of course—he wanted it so very badly. But it never came. What did come was an apprenticeship. While his singing voice was above passable at best, a short poem he'd written to celebrate Herg'r and Hyglath was deemed 'extraordinary' by a visiting harper. It was a life that vastly suited the tender-hearted youngster, and though leaving his family was devastatingly hard, he made the choice. More and more of his siblings were finding their own paths and making their own homes, so it seemed right.
Training brought out the best in Theo. He walked the tables with a slew of friends, and a budding reputation for his wordsmithing abilities...But still. Each time a dragon visited, he tried to be where it could see him. Just in case. Deferring any set assignment, Theo instead took to a nomadic life, bouncing across Pern (from weyr to weyr, really, and if his movements happened to coincide with each time a clutch was laid, well...that really wasn't anyone's business) and finding stories to weave into song or plays. The drama of impressions played out before him. The romance of mating flights. The discipline and nobility of training dragons flying in formation. Most of his works romanticized the life of the dragonrider, an outlet for his own wistful yearning for that tap to join the candidates that had never come.
Even the return of thread served as little more than a literary device in his rose-tinted view of the lives of the weyrs. How wonderfully tragic to hear the mournful keening of the dragons. How strong and noble of the wings to rise to fight the great threat, laying down limb and life for the good of all Pern. It was enough to make you weep with the beauty of it all. Even if it didn't make travelling any easier.
Other: He's a younger brother of Herg'r! [x] He also may or may not dabble in helping to pen some very trashy romances, though of course he'd NEVER put his name to them OR admit to it.
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No.
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes.
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? Yes.
