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Name: Rahmsii
Age: 20
Nameday: 3555.12.13
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: He hasn’t put much thought into it.
Craft: Leathercrafting
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches Weyr
Physical Description:
Rahmsii is a short squat person, but one full of wiry strength. He stands around 5’2, easily short enough to be an elbowrest to most of his friends. At a first glance one might think there’s nothing but softness under his cloak. His shoulders are broad, his limbs thick from a life of physical work. Rahmsii quite enjoys carrying something heavy over his shoulder and wagging his brows at someone who might not believe he’s not capable of doing so.
Rahmsii has an apronfold of soft belly. Legs and thighs with more softness than muscle making him look pearshaped. He’s quite pale despite being out in the sun so much. Blue veiny lines seen in the soft padding off his arms. There are quite a few scars on him. Mostly on his hands from his crafr. He has knuckles full of rings, pounded from dull mined metal. Places on his knuckles are covered in pink and white scars where has buried his teeth in as a child, a habit he used to indulge in while aggravated or overstimulated. His face is square, his chin soft with a double shadowing under it.
His cheeks having a dark, patchy shadow growing in that he prefers to keep just barely enough stubble to cover his face. Rahmsii’s cheeks are round and a bit red, making him smile like a waxing moon. Slowly growing and lighting up when he finds reasons to laugh. His smile is full of crooked teeth, hidden by thick full lips, some spun in their places others a bit too sharp. Rahmsii daintily laughs behind his hand, his smile is one of the only things he’s self conscious of.
Long dark hair squarely framing his face. Growing in thick and usually getting tucked behind his ears. Occasionally he’ll twist beads or cloth into it if he feels the need to look more presentable than usual. Rahmsii is seldom seen without his earring, a small jewel studded through his left ear. He wears dark colors usually, he feels naked without a fur around his shoulder to bury his face into while he’s thinking.
Personality:
Rahmsii has a stern expression. His eyes sharp, brow furrowed, lips almost always pursed. It’s offputting and unattractive, and hardly indicative as to what's going on inside his thick skull. Usually he is much brighter spirits than he lets on. Surely less judgmental than he looks, as well. He leans into conversations that he may not be welcome in, giving his two cents anyway. Thinking sometimes he is more welcome than he is. Rahmsii takes nudges to budge out occasionally as a challenge, and finds it not worth to be hurt over if someone gets cross about it.
You are likely to find Rahmsii laughing, even when alone he’ can still be in fine spirits. He keeps to himself generally, finding comfort in the quiet din of his hobbies and his work. Rahmsii is a bit hard to understand sometimes. He can be easily overwhelmed needing a few moments to collect himself and his thoughts. Other times savagely working his teeth into his knuckles to exert needless anxiety or frustration, something he has (mostly) grown out of. It appears in moments of extreme duress. For as far as bad habits go, it’s probably not the worse he could have picked up.
At what his worst, he was be prone to flying off the handle letting his anxiety and temper get away from him. Its only ever directed only on himself, never wanting others in his crosshairs. His long hair pulled - lip bitten to bleed, thoughts whirling too quickly now and again. It has become much better over time! A life with understanding friendships, and especially learning to be patient with himself helps him think far more clearly in times of distress.
To work his way through things means affording himself patience and understanding that not everyone can handle things easily, and that its okay to be working on one’s self. This has grown to extend to others, he’s particularly good at picking up when someone’s being far too hard on themselves. Rahmsii is at his best when he keeps busy, his mind on his next project, working on a skill. He flourishes when his routine is predictable. Learning leather crafting has become quite a blessing.
Routine of crafting, good people, and a cozy home at the Weyr has made him more able to think through his anxieties. His support system gives him desire to think his way through what’s bothering him and how to move all that anxious anxiety into his crafting projects. Throughout upheavals in his life he’s marked them by making something beautiful. A fine leather-backed journal when he became searched, an intricate canine collar while he’s dealt with a difficult ‘family’; seeing something lovely in a time of stress helps him keep his nerve. It feels like he spent his times of hardship doing something constructive as well, rather than simply suffering his way through it.
He keeps a collection of finely cleaned bones and hides. Some are cast off from the leather and carcasses he’s used to working with. Some of them are from simply scavenging things from out in nature. Rahmsii considers them to be priceless treasures of his and keeps them hidden away with the most important of his things. Perhaps if he trusts someone an awful lot, he’ll show them the small skulls and bones he’s come to cover so preciously.
Positive Trait List Patient, Empathetic, Diligent
Negative Trait List Paranoid, Obsessive, Temperamental
History: From a young age Rahmsii knew his father was Renivar, the wealthy owner of the mining cothold Ramshii grew up in. He was never one of Renivar’s brood officially, born not to the man’s wife, but instead to Safina who he would see often and in secret. That was until Rahmsii was born one winter, proof of that scandalous union (heirs after all!), and turned cold on Safina in an instant. If Safina blamed her son of this, she never shown this. Her gentle guidance giving Rahmsii enough of a sense of compassion to keep from losing himself to his temper.
Rahmsii grew up working hard to keep his little family fed. His mother, who ailed (then later passed) of a wasting sickness. Scratching the land to grow food, to care for their pair of grazing cervine. He was no stranger to hunting - doing his best to keep anything on the table, and clumsily learned how to make basic leather goods. He is particularly skilled at making collars, his childhood canine Red having quite a few. It was enough to keep them from starving, as if Renivar cared about such a thing. If they were all to die as a heap of bones, he wouldn’t have any more gossip of his infidelity to his ‘strong’ marriage.
With the loss of Safina, he grew rather close to a wherhandler named Tikva. Rahmsii found it easy to laugh in presence no matter the nettle in his heart from loss. Free from that irritating, sympathetic ( or judgemental, depending on who it was) look that most others in the camp gave him. Tikva’s hulking bronze wher never seemed to mind that Rahmsii cooed to them like a canine pup, cradling their great head in his lap. It didn’t feel so lonely losing someone, when there was another shoulder to lean on.
The circumstances of Rahmsii’s search are a bit… scandalous. Told with a laugh when he’s had enough fine wine, and there’s someone to laugh with. Renivar’s only child, his heir to the camp, fell ill of the same sickness that stole Rahmsii’s mother. Between heir and lineage politics, and uneasy ties that revolved around greed and bloodlines Renivar sought (finally) to to acknowledge he had another child.
Acting as though he never had disowned Rahmsii and his mother in the first place, and what a beautiful thing family was! That Rahmsii should be heir to secure the financial future and Renivar's bloodline to the cothold.
Perhaps it was the anger he felt for Safina who was always so quietly brokenhearted and who had gone without for so long. Or perhaps it was their cloyingly sweet tone his "father" took. Perhaps it was Rahmsii being put on the spot in front of a small audience (as thought to make it so he couldn’t refuse). There were a thousand ways to deal with it, and Rahmsii to throw a punch and make a fool out of all of them! Refusing, wiping blood from his stinging knuckles, and shrieking about how Renivar ought to have just drown him like an unwanted kitten as a child - than allow him to live to try and make him look a fool... certainly was one of those choices.
Even though the riders wer there on business rather than search, Rahmsii must have made enough of an impression on them to be extended the choice of weyrlife. It led the easiest out, putting the small-town politics of the cothold far behind him. If they truly found Rahmsii worth of impression and not just a spectacle, its a mystery to Rahmsii. He hasn’t impressed since being brought to the weyr. He doesn’t feel too down about it, weyr life is is so busy compared to what he’s known. The work, the lessons, the people - all keep his mind and life on track. He had only see dragons in so few and far in between at his old home, he was happy to see the Weyr filled with their beauty. He’s eager to start another chapter of his life, to truley close the pages behind him.
Other: He has a tunnel snake skeleton that he put together on thin wire. It’s name is Mr. Nibbles, and if anything ever happened to it he would be devastated.
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? No
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