[Standidate] Iskernyk [Approved]

[Prism Shine]

Name: Iskernyk
Age: 26 27
Nameday: 3549.04.27
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hell Yeah ♡
Craft: Harper
Rank: Journeyman
Location: Transient
Physical Description: A sprig of a man, Iskernyk isn’t much to look at -- but you should look at him anyway. The man makes an effort to fill a room with his presence, despite having quite an ordinary look about him. Naturally pale, his time on the road lends a bit of a sunned look to his disposition. A mess of brown hair falls to the back of his neck, sun bringing out the lighter highlights. Being so shaggy and chopped tends to lend a more youthful look to this young man, though his disposition certainly doesn’t help. His eyes, a bright green in color, show every bit of his nearly ever present smile, gleaning with merry and mischief. He’s got a few scars here and there, the main one being his nose is slightly off kilter from being broken -- a token he received from a farmer who he may or may not have made a grandfather.

His happiest state is when he’s found a place to bunk down, scrubbed clean until he shines like his personality. Iskernyk prefers clothes of a more colorful variety, anything to stand out and make himself known. Unfortunately, only some of his outfits look properly stylish, as some just tend to look Loud.
Personality: Loud, proud, and filling the room with his song and voice, Iskernyk isn’t one to shy away from the limelight of a room.

A bright spirit, very little tends to weigh down Iskernyk. It’s water off a sea wherry’s back, after all! It’s very rare to see him without a smile, a croon of his voice, and his gitar out of arm’s reach. He delights in being the center of a party, making himself center stage and wanting all eyes on him. Very little gets him down, even when threatened by someone his flitter-may-care attitude or penchant for flirting (and occasionally more) with the wrong person’s significant other. For indeed, his gaze tends to stray to the finer bits of those around him. An admiring eye that always finds the most delightful and, daresay, admirable parts of a person. He’s keen to smooze on anyone that his eye catches, with little sense of self preservation to whom he may flirt with all the way to their bed -- or closet, or anywhere vaguely private, really. Yet for all his romantic dalliances, never does he stay faithful to any particular one. Iskernyk may return to one, with sweet words of how they always invoke inspiration for his music and poetry. But he skirts and dances through life with little care -- shying away from too much responsibility of long personal attachments. While he holds the responsibility of being a harper to a higher degree, tending to stray towards cotholds that don’t see the attentions of a harper to hear ballads and songs to teach littles while keeping a roof over his head and hot meals in his belly. At least, until his sweet nothings to a farmer’s daughter have him being chased away by a grandparent-to-be in the middle of the night.

While he does his best to have the light of the party centered on him, it helps that he’s quite adept at social situations. Quick as a flit, Iskernyk prides himself at staying on his toes at all social occasions. He does his best to read a situation and use it to his advantage, whether to comfort a distressed woman or charm an overworked mother in a caravan into minding her children for a warm meal and a spot in a wagon. He does it all in exchange for a few marks, a hot meal, a warm bed -- finding himself a place to stay for a while does have its perks, though he prefers to not stay. Iskernyk likes to keep himself tidy and prim as best he can. Fine clothes, making certain he’s preened and pretty to charm and smooze on the nearest cute person in his vicinity. Vanity, thy name is Iskernyk -- his natural and happy state is cleaned, washed, and looking his absolute best in fine clothes of his own choosing.

A failing of Iskernyk is that he tends to only stay on the present. What happens right in front of him gets his whole attentions, and while he may have idle thoughts here and there -- a lover he left back in Nerat, an old friend he may not have seen in many months -- what he has going on in the present gets his whole attention, and once that has past is when he allows himself to move on.

A friend to many, he has been invited as a personal guest to hatchings here and there -- an event that he’s always so gracious to attend. Hatchings are reverent to Iskernyk, ones that he’s written ballads and poems over. Yet he’s never blind to the idle thought that, as an observer, guest, and witness to the birth of the next clutch of fighting dragons to Pern that one may turn their gaze towards the stands, to look upon Iskernyk with those prismatic pools of love -- and he may let out a bit of a self-deprecating laugh. For a dragon would have to find him... worthy.

Positive Trait List Ebullient, Amorous, Astute
Negative Trait List Vain, Gamophobe, Single-minded
History: The start of Iskernyk’s life is a rather humorous one -- in which he spent quite a while of his young years trying to figure out how his two mothers ended up having him. Although he wouldn’t find out for many years, his apparent sire in life had some steamy affair with his parents -- and ended up with Iskernyk being raised in nothing but love, and his dear ol' dad ditching out on the best ladies in all of Pern.

He grew up as the delightful only sprite of Skyrk and Innyse, two wonderful weavers in High Reaches Hold. A cheeky, bright kid who had a natural hand for weaving together fibers and building patterns deftly, and perhaps the building blocks to his natural calling in life -- being a harper. He filled his long voids in his day--be it chores, helping cook or clean, taking care of the family canine--with soft humming and singing. His spare time was filled with running around with other hold kids (at least until they got dirty, ugh), and balanced with hanging off any harper's shirt tails that didn't send him scrambling back to his mums. Yet when he wasn't being a nuisance, he was always on the go-- a wandering spirit who adored to see what other people were up to in the hold.

At the age of eleven, after much discussion and more than a few tears, he was sent off to Harper Hall to hone his skills. It was with some tinkering that he grew to like the gitar, finding his hands were quite adept to the little strings after years of helping his mothers -- though he was plucking them this time around, not weaving. He had a handful of assorted relationships, nothing substantial lasting for more than a week or two. Iskernyk's main duty was to learning, after all. At the age of 20, barely a month into his new decade of life, Iskernyk was able to walk the tables into journeyman life. Its a badge of honor that he's proud of, and upon being released to the world he ventured back to High Reaches Hold to visit his mothers.

Short visit that it was, he was happy to trek about Pern. Finding comfortable company out on the roads, finding his way to stay on caravans for respites and charming his way into cotholds. Perhaps not the best way to get about, but his roguish charms have yet to let him down. His first brush with his consequences landed him with a broken nose, after the farmer's daughter that he may have had a roll in the hay with wound up pregnant. Not that he was entirely sure that the babe would be his, after all -- he knows that she wasn't exactly devoted back to Iskernyk in return. The insinuation is what landed him a square punch to the face, and sent the wounded harper scrambling onto the next hold to nurse his pride (and broken nose).

His dalliances have continued on, with no general direction as to what he wants in life. Sweet nothings that were uttered and crooned for any ear that would have them. Though some were consistent, romantic interests that usually ended with a door being slammed on him. The first time he charmed a rider ended with him being the guest of a handsome Western greenrider to a hatching, one he greatly values as a friend and possibly more (and what's even worse, the man's own dragon onto his own moony feelings) -- but that's neither here nor there. Not when he got to witness the cracking of so many shells, the shine of impression in those little facets, the pure influx of emotions across newly made weyrlings' faces. Iskernyk wasn't quite addicted to watching the event, but anytime he could jump at the chance of being at his friend's arm, watching such a sight that few out of a Weyr would ever see -- Isk would never turn down the invitation.

It's only recent that he learned of his father, having been tracked down by the man himself after some time. Iskernyk does take a small dash of pride to not being tracked down, at least not without draconic means of help. But the man who oh-so-kindly donated his half of the dna and ditched out was sporting a still-healing broken nose, talking about needing an heir after his first had died, and his second had left such a nice parting gift with his refusal. Iskernyk had, with little grace, laughed at the man. Where he might have left a bridge beam to walk on, he was happy to flatly turn down a man who had left his mothers -- however the delightful knowledge that he had a half-brother in High Reaches Weyr has put a good pep in his step, determined to know his little sibling.

Other: Half brother to Spockat's Rahmsii, with permission.
Has bought himself a few flit eggs over the turns, and while he's trained his firelizards well, he's still trying to figure out how to get them to sing--or if the old stories of Menolly might be a bit of a fish tale. - Madam & Sir

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