- Name: Brenley
Age: 19 (3558.01.17) sorry i updated this and i don't remember how old he was when i first posted him but that's his real nameday and current age wheeeeeeeee
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Reluctantly hetero
Craft: Starcraft (Cartography) / Healer (Herbalist)
Rank: Homeschooled
Location: Western
Physical Description:
- 6'0"
Sturdy; looks like he would give good hugs if he ever actually hugged people
Pasty; prone to blushing and sunburn, though when he's out in the elements he covers up with hoods and thin scarves so the latter is less of a problem
Floppy ginger hair
Bright blue eyes
Usually appears tired or indifferent
Simple clothing in blues and browns; a surprising abundance of jewelry, mostly in the form of rings and dangly trinkets
We've got Satchels McGee over here
Tattoos:
- a pair of rulers down the inside of his pointer finger and across his thumb, so that when he holds his left hand in an L, he can take crude measurements
a series of five of his favorite constellations* across the backs of his calves
Personality: To put it mildly, spontaneous social situations are rarely Brenley's jam. They don't cause him any anxiety or embarrassment on their own, he would just rather not waste his energy playing nice. He spends a lot of his time in two places at once: whatever space he is currently occupying physically, and the one inside his head. It makes it kind of difficult to drum up small talk.
Luckily, Bren's attention can be pulled toward reality fairly easily by introducing a topic worthy of discussion. Once pleasantries are pushed aside in favor of particulars, his mood can shift from indifferent to downright incandescent if you stumble upon one of his interests. He is insatiably curious and greatly enjoys hearing other people's opinions on and experiences with subjects he knows well.
While he has seen much of what the western continent has to offer, he remains strangely sheltered, having never stayed in one place long enough to make friends or absorb social niceties. Bren knows things, not people, and while he isn't intentionally rude, he can get dismissive when life doesn't go as he expects. He is far more likely than most to bow to peer pressure, but thankfully he is intelligent enough to back out of a decent number of the dangerous situations he finds himself in before the point of no return.
Positive Trait List: clever, curious, creative, self-reliant
Negative Trait List: sheltered, impatient, distracted, reticent
History: Brenley never knew his father. Back when he was inclined to care, he envisioned the man as some sort of towering, pale apparition, given that his mother was far shorter and comparatively darker overall than he was. It helped that she was the type to get knocked up by a ghost, not that he would have put it that way as a child. It had just seemed fitting somehow, that was all.
Mira and Bren never had much in the way of a permanent home. Prior to the resurgence of Thread, they traveled from hold to hold, bartering poultices and tonics for a night's shelter. When it was warm, they made camp outside. Mira encouraged her son's little collections, bringing him beautiful rocks, shells, and gems whenever she uncovered them. She taught him all she knew of herbalism, but she had never been to Healer Hall and her tinctures were the stuff of crones. She put a lot of stock in the stars, only brewing certain remedies under particular constellations and moons, and it was this concentration—along with her tendency to get them lost—that sparked Bren's interest in cartography.
Much as his mother had with her herbs, Brenley learned how to chart the world in fitful bits, gleaning all he could from books, hearsay, and simple observation. His maps were good, especially the ones that featured lakes. Lakes were his specialty.
Things began to change right around the time when Thread returned. Mira had always been an unpredictable woman, and though she'd grown moreso over the years, Bren had largely failed to see it. He was with her all the time, after all, and her blissful highs and furious lows swung farther and farther from one another at a pace that couldn't be measured day to day. When Brenley awoke to a scribbled note outlining his mother's plan to gather the silvery strands that fell from the sky for her newest concoction, he realized too late that he should have been more observant. A moment had passed when their roles had reversed and he had missed it. She had needed him to care for her and he hadn't been there.
He found Mira a few days later by chance, her body so small and sad that he overlooked it the first few times he passed. Her face was peaceful, one hand clutching a smooth, green stone with a hole in the middle. He took it. He kept it.
They had been on their way to Western Weyr, so Bren kept going. He barely spoke for weeks after he arrived, taking on random tasks when asked and keeping to himself. Over the next few months he opened up little by little until one morning about two weeks ago, he woke with slightly more hope in his heart than hurt.
Other: *The Wher, The Wherry, The River, The Diamond, and The Runner
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 them or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
