K'mar, Weyrling of Black Nektuth *TRAN*

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Name: Kanamar (K’mar)
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen turns - Early Spring
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Inland Hold
Rank: Dragon Candidate

Personality: Intense, profound, and powerful, even when he appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. He is like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. A few perceptive people may be able to pick up the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of him. In social gathering's he is pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, affable and courteous; although he possess penetrating eyes which make some of his shyer companions feel naked and defenseless when they are turned on them.

In his everyday behavior, he gives the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know him recognize the watchfulness that is part of his character. He has to have great self-discipline, because he is able to recognize the qualities in himself that makes him different from other humans, and to know his utterly conventional nature can be used for great good, or great evil. His tenacity and willpower are immense, the depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet he is deeply sensitive and easily moved by his emotions. His sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes make him easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to himself (often when none is intended) and easily aroused to ferocious anger. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that he makes lifelong enemies by his outspokenness, for he finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom he has taken a dislike.

He has an abundant energy, and can harness it constructively, tempering his self-confidence with shrewdness and his ambition with magnanimity toward others - provided he likes them. He relates to fellow students and males his own age only as a leader and can be blunt to those he dislikes to the point of cruelty. In fact, he is not above expressing vindictiveness in deliberate cruelty. He can be too demanding, too unforgiving of faults in others, perhaps because he is too aware of the shortcomings within himself, and extravagantly expresses his self-disgust in unreasonable resentment against his fellows. He does, however, make an excellent friend, provided that his companions do nothing to impugn the honor of which is very jealous of. Part of the negative side of his nature is a tendency to discard friends once they cease to be useful.

His is fortunate in that his strong reasoning powers are tempered with imagination and intuition, and these gifts, together with critical perception and analytical capacity, can enable him to penetrate to profundities beyond the average. But charismaticly, he can easily sink into the extremes of depravity if he takes the wrong path, and the intensity of his nature exaggerates his harmful tendencies into vices far greater than the normal. Rebelliousness against conventions, political extremism to the point where hatred of an establishment makes him an utterly unscrupulous terrorist. Brooding resentment, aggressive and sadistic brutality, arrogance, morbid jealousy, extreme volatility of temperament, these are some of his vices.

However, being he is smart, and tries to fight his tendency toward this nature. His inner intensity can result in the ice-cold self-control and detachment of the surgeon, the concentration of the research scientist, and the heroism of the soldier. He enjoys analyzing, investigating, researching, dealing with practicalities, and solving mysteries and puzzles, and they all appeal to him. He would have liked to be a harper, when he could have become a master of the written and spoken word. He can be a most persuasive orator and find he finds fulfillment as a diplomat.

He is a passionate young man, very sensually energetic. His feelings are intense, and while he enjoys having girls coo over him, he fears commitment, and not being good enough. He has found he is frequently like protagonists in tragic, even violent romances, and until he's ready, he doesn't want a relationship because he is afraid he would mess it up somehow..

Appearance:
At 6 foot 4 inches, Kal is one of the taller males in the weyr. Slim, from a distance is really isn’t terribly anything to look at. However, closer up… A narrow, thoughtful face is adorned with earth brown eyes, colored like red clay, a thick heavy hue that is oddly endearing to his looks. Flecked with silver, it gives him a constantly amused look. His nose has been once broken, and is slightly crooked because of it. Muddy brown hair is just long enough to flop over as bangs, but not much more – he works hard on his appearance, and the ragged look is kept just perhaps a little too well, looking just a little to sculpted.

Kal knows he’s not bad looking. In fact, he might be almost as cute as he thinks he is, for he knows, Faranth knows he knows just how amazing he looks. His skin is dark, tanned from hours and hours in the sun, and after hours and hours working with runners he has nothing but lean, steely muscle running through his body. The best part about his features is, he thinks, his eyes, but in truth it’s his smile. Generally, he smiles a crooked, lopsided grin that shows one side of his mouth and most likely involves an slim eyebrow being cocked. But he has another smile, kept in his back pocket, for when the masked man really does smile. That smile is like a third degree burn – suddenly there, and then the burn is there long after the flame has died.

All across his left collarbone, down his shoulder and bled over to his chest, slashed across his stomach down to his right hipbone is scarring from burns. They are ugly mars against his skin, but he doesn’t mind them. For one so wary of his personality, he doesn’t mind that they stain his skin. He is more careful with them, yes, and at night they may wake him up burning a reminiscent pain, but they are a part of what he is.

He moves like a runner, shifting from gears with an easy stride that is like he is one himself, like at any moment he’ll bolt. It’s a graceful, easy motion, and very liquid in it’s application.

Family:
Father: T’mar
Mother: Kanandra
Grandfather: Narindar

Pets:
Runner Sota

History:
At Bay Weyr, young Journeywoman Trader Kalandra slipped off of her young runner and thanked Faranth that the kitchens were open this early in the morning. She had done nothing but ride here with a message, and klah sounded perfect. She never got her klah, as a wild power thrummed through the air and a bugle trumpeted, announcing the dawn and Rukbat’s rise. It was also the Rise of another, just as bright creature. Gold Xenath took to the skies, and as the weyr blearily tried to figure out what was going on, Kalandra found herself in the arms of a Yellowrider, and the feelings that were there were hers, but not…

Nine months later, young Kanamar was born in the back of a caravan, the grandson of the Beastmaster of the Caravan Runner. Narindr acknowledged his daughter and grandson, and a celebration was held. T’mar never found out about the young man he had whelped. His grandfather, who raised him, was a Beastmaster – the trader caravan bred runners for racing and endurance, and his Grandfather ran the operation. As a child Kanamar showed a gift with the creatures, and could ride before he could properly walk. At seven he was accepted into the Beasthall, and there he spent the next eight turns.

The Beasthall was his home, and he excelled. The top of his class, he had more enemies than friends and spent most of his time in the stalls with his favorite mare, Solina. She was a high-spirited creature, flaming chestnut with a single blaze crossing over her eye. He received her as a second-year, as all apprentices did, a young colt or filly of their own. She was going on seven turns at this point, and he was fourteen turns, a proper young man who missed his caravan. However, the young man had just caught one of the older Apprentices stealing the marks that came in steadily, and selling the younger foals. He showed the proof, and he was expelled – but he would have his revenge. The man came back, and lit the broodmare’s barn on fire. Solina, who was well into her last days of pregnancy, was in that barn.

Kanamar was one of the first to know, and risked his own life running into the burning building. He managed to save the horses, but he had saved his for last. Leading Solina out, a burning rafter fell on him – and he blacked out. Kanamar woke two sevendays later, heavily bandaged around his torso. It turned out he had burned – severely. But he didn’t care. His first worry was for his best friend – and the healers sadly informed him that Solina had survived… But had died giving birth to her foal two days later. The strain against her heart and the smoke inhalation had killed her. He had to be restrained, and drugged before he would sleep.

For a sevenday he stayed in the infirmary, mourning the death of his friend. But he had duties, and despite the bandages and the severe scarring, the young man was out looking down at the tiny form of the little amber and liver foal that was all that was left of Solina. Sota, he was christened, and Kanamar raised him on a bottle. That next turn wasn’t as bad – many of the apprentices knew he had risked his life and the life of his horse to save the mares, and not many could still hate him.

It was a truth when life became easier for him. Perhaps it was the fact that as he grew older, he learned to better rein in the tongue. Perhaps it was he found a few friends. Or perhaps it was the fact that as he matured, others did to. He walked the tables at eighteen, with several others, and celebrated. But what he was most excited about was the fact that he was back home. His return was not what he expected - people change and everything grows different. But he returned home with the powerful stallion, and happily joined the caravan. His plans are simple - start his own herd, own the caravan one day, and grow old and happy. Now, with summer full on and nestled back into the clan after a shaky first season, he's happy - or as happy as he'll ever be.



Dragon Preference:
It’s up to you – whatever you think is best for him. I like surprises. ^-^

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