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Name: Sh'vel
Age:26
Sex: Transman
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Weyrling
Previous Rank/Craft: Baker
Physical Description:Sh'vel is rather tall and lanky. His shoulders are rounded, unlike the rest of him. He is naturally on the slimmer side, all angles and sharp edges. His face is thin with pointed cheeks. Sh'vel has bright green eyes with a wild tangle of brows above them. Sh'vel's face is square with a strong jaw. In the middle of his face is a small turned nose. His hair is light brown and awfully soft, sticking up with loose curls in every direction. Its a bit longer in the front, and he enjoys pushing it back and fussing with it whenever he's nervous.
Sh'vel's tan skin is covered with burns from working with ovens. His fingers have shiny, white scars, lines are burned on his belly and palms from being just a bit too careless with baking trays. Most of the time he's chatting just a little too much to focus. Sh'vel has a rather large shining scar down the left side of his face. While its from tripping over his own feet with a hot pan, he lets everyone assume the wild (and much cooler) ways it must have happened.
Sh'vel loathes formal dress clothes and does away with them, even when its an important occasion. Most of his clothes are loose tunics with rolled sleeves and trousers, he likes to look comfortable.
Personality: Sh'vel is easygoing when it comes to others, always with a smile on his face and a relaxed coil to his gait. He's comfortable in his sociable skin, having no trouble speaking to just one or a crowd. He knows how to read people, always preferring to sit with someone who looks friendless just to see if he can make them laugh with some sort of jaunty story he drums up.
Sh'vel has never been one for books and learning. He respects scholars greatly but shards is it over his head. He mostly assumes when something looks too difficult to understand... he's just not going to get it. He's self defeating that way. That he's not quick thinking enough or smart enough. He avoids composing anything with words whenever he can, preferring not to have written proof of looking like an idiot. He has no reason to worry, however, everything is usually perfectly legible.
Sh'vel is a loyal beast at heart. Those who have earned a place of trust or in his heart he will go to the ends of the earth for. While his heart is in the right place, he can be rather overprotective. He hates hearing someone's having a hard time and needs reeled back from just trying to fix it all for them. Even of it burns him out. He's gladly take the stress for anyone just to spare them a bit of pain.
It makes him terribly self sacrificing, and hardly ever in a good way. He’ll blindly do for others if he considers them friend or family - even if everyone’s motives are not always so pure. Sh’vel’s been known to give his last mark to someone who might never pay him back - even though it meant going hungry. He’s had people think they can borrow from him- and take take take. Going without necessities because he feels others may have needed them more. He has a hard time creating boundaries with such people, and finds it hard to judge what is a healthy or unhealthy friendship.
Positive Trait List Friendly, Easy Going, Loyal
Negative Trait List Overprotective, Selfdefeating, Self-sacrificing
History:
The middle child of bakers at a cothold near to High Reaches, Sh’vel really just got lumped along with the rest of the three kids. The oldest of his siblings began their own life in a different craft, leaving Sh’vel to mind their young sister and to help his parents as much as they could. With quite a few mouths to feed, and a father’s alcohol habit to support there were hardly enough marks to keep them clothed. Sh’vel’s day was full, with very little time for learning as most children do.
He fell between the cracks - learning passable amounts, especially if it came in handy. He has a basic understanding of reading and writing, and can do math enough to get by. It’s a terrible sore spot for Sh’vel who had to become an adult in minature to help his family skate by at a young age. He did his best to shield his sister from this. He started burning his candle from both ends to make sure there was no need for his sister to be anywhere but going to lessons. He blames his older brother a little… but if he had a way out he’d take it to.
Sh’vel’s escape did come with being searched. Thankfully it was after his father drank himself to death leaving more than enough to go around, and not having to worry about his mother and sister working themselves to the bone. He felt no guilt leaving, knowing that they could look after themselves without him. He took to candidate life well, even if it meant feeling passed over with each turn he grew older. Sh’vel worries terribly for them in this time of thread, near inconsolable with anxiety when he’s awaiting their letters.
Until… a little green dragon stopped in front of him on the sands. Him! Of all people! For a moment neither one of them spoke, needing just to embrace each other damp and covered in sand. Sh'vel mine, your Misuth knew you were worried… to be left alone again. Walking proud, frown hidden. Never, never will you go alone now.
Other: Sh'vel also has a fondness animals, felines of all sorts being his favorite. He has a hideous stuffed toy feline named Muffin, that is more tatters than stuffing but he can't bring himself to get rid of her.
DRAGON
Name: Misuth
Inspiration: Just Around the River Bend [Pocahontas]
PersonalityMisuth is a friendly, warm-hearted dragon. Her ledge is a popular one and open to all. She's extremely affectionate loving to cuddle up and nuzzle anyone who stops to to chat. She's sometimes not the best at reading other people's boundaries, awkwardly ending up laying across dragons who sincerely do not wish to be snuggled up to.
Misuth is full of energy. She's never a dragon to be still. Constantly in motion her head is tilting this way and that, or picking up her feet in little excited steps. Misuth is a green who fidgets constantly always changing how she's seated or twirling in a different in the skies.
She always looks for the bright side in a situation. If there isn't one to be found, she'll make her own silver lining. On her best days her glass is eternally half full. She's excited to see what each new day brings, especially if she's to be meeting someone new.
Misuth is indecisive, she can never make her mind up. When it comes down to choice of prey or where to take a lazy glide above, she'll often deflect to Sh'vel to make a choice for her. Its taken her bonded quite a while to raise her confidence to take the plunge and allow her to enjoy herself no matter what decisions she makes.
Sometimes her indecision is a gateway for anxiety. She'll worry and ruminate over things far longer than she should - and if she made the "right" choice of something. She's been known to be up through the night fussing over any number of small things. While young, Misuth slept best pressed up to Sh'vel to drive these sort of thoughts away. Much too large for that now, she finds comfort in their thoughts together.
Size: 20’
Physical Attributes:
Misuth is a leggy, lanky dragon. Her build is similar to a dancer, and is always walking lightly to hop and bob. Misuth's headknobs are large and swoop upward Her belly is the only curve on her, pudging outwards quite bit. Every now and again she gets self conscious about how they look on top of her thinly swooping head. Her wings are large sails, hanging heavily on her back. She's grown quite well into them!
Misuth is always swinging her head and tapping her paws to the music only she can feel. Her gait is fluid and graceful - she'll never be a dragon to stumble her footing or bump into another without meaning to. In the air she tries her best to look elegant! She favors showy twirls and quick turns in the sky.
Additional Notes: Her flame, while hot, reaches a bit short. It took some practice but she has learned to accommodate this. Misuth prefers the Flight company of any color and gender. Even if she won't ever win gold flights, will Chase her little hearts out for as long as she has strength. She’s picky when it comes to those who will catch her in flight, they must have captured her hearts.
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