Post by wirevix on Mar 17, 2009 15:51:33 GMT -5
Name: Hustafer
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Sexuality: Homosexual (mostly)
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wherhandler
Personality:
A glance at Hustafer would make someone think he is probably the stoic and disapproving type, always silent and stony-faced. And he can seem like that if you do not know him, if you only see him a few times or only from a distance.
But that is just because he has a serious set to his face and a purposeful air about him. When not busy with something important, Hustafer is a pleasant fellow who's quick to grin and laugh at jokes--especially bad ones, which he finds particularly entertaining--or join in on games with younger folks.
He enjoys the company of children and animals, and doesn't care too much for just sitting about all night. He's generally out and about, doing things, exploring places, and not acting his age.
But when the time does come to be serious, Hustafer will abandon his more amusing pursuits and get to work with a quiet steadiness, and he will not put down his task until it is done. He believes in the importance of hard work just as much as he believes in the importance of play.
Appearance:
Hustafer is a big man. 5'10" and broad, he's solid and muscled from his dedication to hard work and activity. His hands are broad and strong and not very good for delicate work, but adept at more strenuous physical activities.
His hair is shaggy brown and wavy, kept cut to his shoulders and brushed out so it doesn't turn into one massive rat's nest. His eyes are also dark, almost black, especially at night which is generally when he is to be seen. He has a hawk's beak of a nose and a huge grin, a strong jaw and prominently noticeable ears.
Little time in the sun has left his skin a touch paler than it would have been, but he doesn't particularly notice. He is not much for bright colors, generally sticking to plain dark clothing, because he knows he can't match them at all.
Family:
Father - Husif, handler of Brown Husisk deceased
Mother - Fera deceased
Pets: none
History:
Hustafer was born as a werybrat in High Reaches Weyr, to Husif, a wherhandler, and Fera, a drudge who worked in the kitchens where Husif was always hanging about. Hustafer worked in the kitchens with his mother once he was old enough, proving himself quiet and diligent fairly early on.
His father's first choice had not been to be a wherhandler; he'd stood for dragons for turns before he'd finally given up and accepted a wher instead. Husif had grand hopes that Hustafer would have more luck than he did, and managed to Impress a dragon, and so he urged the boy to Stand as a Candidate.
Hustafer, however, was not terribly interested in the dragons. He didn't feel that the sky was really the place for him--he liked the caverns beneath the Weyr, often exploring them with his father's wher Husisk at his side, the two of them forming a decent friendship.
When Hustafer was 18 turns of age, he finally met Husk, solidifying his own future and frustrating his father. Hustafer didn't really care--he was tired of Husif always trying to get him into things he wasn't very interested in, trying to live vicariously through him, and the two stopped speaking to each other at all after Hustafer Impressed Husk.
Hustafer and Husk grew together, spending the turns learning and living together. Hustafer had a few half-hearted romances, one disastrous attempt with a woman and a few more successful flings with men, but didn't really feel any desire to be with anyone for the long term.
He was getting honestly tired of High Reaches Weyr. It wasn't a bad place, of course, but he felt like he had more important things to be doing than to be yet another wherhandler there. So when he heard of the new Western Hold, being formed without even a Weyr for its defense, it seemed like a sign of some sort.
He moved there as soon as he was able, taking up residence, though he knew it would be temporary. Someone would assuredly set up a Weyr or something on the Western Continent, because a few scattered wherhandlers--or maybe just one, he was not sure if he was the only one to've moved to the new Hold--would not be able to keep this place safe at all.
And at last, Dalibor Weyr was founded. Hustafer was glad to put in his transfer request to the place. They needed whers yet, he knew, to build up a population of the night guardians. So all was settled!
Wher Name: Husk
Wher Age: 21
Wher Color: Iron 726E6D
Wher Length: 8 1/3 ft.
Wher Personality:
Husk is an odd sort of fellow, a mix of old-dog sweetheart and crotchety old man. He likes people, but he also likes for things to not get too terribly exciting. Too much noise and chaos will irritate him and inevitably lead to him muttering and grumbling about noisy people. The exception to this is children--like his handler, Husk loves the amusing little brats, and is apparently willing to tolerate just about anything from them without being bothered.
So long as he's not bothered by all the noise, Husk is friendly and companionable, content to lay still for a long while with his head in his handler's lap, or bound about and play games of chasing and roughhousing. He doesn't mind being around others either, though Hustafer will always be his first choice in companionship.
He is very loyal and protective of his friends, standing up for those that he feels may need it, staunchly and quietly defending anyone he feels an attachment with, be they his own friends or those of his handler. He is a wher of few words and strong actions.
His one real vice is his pride in himself. Because of how he was seen when he was young, useless and awkward, he is now proud of his speed and strength, proving wrong those who had wanted to get rid of him because he was inadequate.
Wher Appearance:
This Iron is a bulky creature. Built like a bulldog, his chest is thick and broad, with his hindquarters a bit narrower. His paws turn inwards as well, leading to a slightly odd, sauntering walk that he does not particularly mind anyway.
His limbs are a bit on the stubby side for his length, short and thickly muscled, too much so to be greatly agile. He can charge like a bull headlong, but he does not corner well. He relies on pure speed and power when he runs.
His maw is pushed in, with a noticeable underbite, his bottom front teeth poking up visibly and making him look a bit comical. Or fierce, depending on what mood he is in.
His hide is a dull brushed steel color, metallic but not very reflective, with faded patches of rust-orange at his joints and spattered across his wing membranes.
Wher History:
Husk's mother, a (relatively) pretty Gold wher named Neesk, was a resident of High Reaches Weyr from her hatching. Like any good Gold, she had a number of full clutches for the Weyr, and from one of those clutches hatched Husk.
Husk looked a bit like a gargoylian monstrosity upon hatching, his limbs even shorter and more overbuilt then than they are now, making even running nearly impossible for the young wher. He was generally regarded as a mistake, and some thought he ought to be put down. But Hustafer seemed to have a connection with the misshapen Iron, and would not hear of anything bad happening to him.
He took to Hustafer quickly, appreciating the then-young man's habit of carrying him about from place to place. Husk was just not very good at getting about yet, his stumpy legs doing him a disservice. But he practiced daily at becoming more agile, and over time, that served him well.
By the time he was mature enough for his first Chase, after a saucy Red that had been tormenting him for weeks beforehand, Husk surprised everyone, even his handler, with the speed he managed, charging after the Red and startling her a bit. He did not win, losing out to a much older and more experienced Bronze, but he was satisfied that he had proved himself.
After that, Husk and his handler were considered valuable assets to the Weyr. However, they did have an awful lot of whers, and were starting to look into sending some elsewhere to try and balance out some populations.
Husk wasn't keen on going anywhere, as he was still determined to someday win that Red. But then she was transferred, and he didn't really know where.
When they moved to Western Hold, Husk was rather discontent with the whole affair, the place lacking any real population of other whers--which was of course why they had been sent there.
And so, when the day finally came to transfer to Dalibor Weyr, taking up their new permanent residence, Husk was decidedly more pleased--at least until he learned just how few whers were actually there.
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Sexuality: Homosexual (mostly)
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wherhandler
Personality:
A glance at Hustafer would make someone think he is probably the stoic and disapproving type, always silent and stony-faced. And he can seem like that if you do not know him, if you only see him a few times or only from a distance.
But that is just because he has a serious set to his face and a purposeful air about him. When not busy with something important, Hustafer is a pleasant fellow who's quick to grin and laugh at jokes--especially bad ones, which he finds particularly entertaining--or join in on games with younger folks.
He enjoys the company of children and animals, and doesn't care too much for just sitting about all night. He's generally out and about, doing things, exploring places, and not acting his age.
But when the time does come to be serious, Hustafer will abandon his more amusing pursuits and get to work with a quiet steadiness, and he will not put down his task until it is done. He believes in the importance of hard work just as much as he believes in the importance of play.
Appearance:
Hustafer is a big man. 5'10" and broad, he's solid and muscled from his dedication to hard work and activity. His hands are broad and strong and not very good for delicate work, but adept at more strenuous physical activities.
His hair is shaggy brown and wavy, kept cut to his shoulders and brushed out so it doesn't turn into one massive rat's nest. His eyes are also dark, almost black, especially at night which is generally when he is to be seen. He has a hawk's beak of a nose and a huge grin, a strong jaw and prominently noticeable ears.
Little time in the sun has left his skin a touch paler than it would have been, but he doesn't particularly notice. He is not much for bright colors, generally sticking to plain dark clothing, because he knows he can't match them at all.
Family:
Father - Husif, handler of Brown Husisk deceased
Mother - Fera deceased
Pets: none
History:
Hustafer was born as a werybrat in High Reaches Weyr, to Husif, a wherhandler, and Fera, a drudge who worked in the kitchens where Husif was always hanging about. Hustafer worked in the kitchens with his mother once he was old enough, proving himself quiet and diligent fairly early on.
His father's first choice had not been to be a wherhandler; he'd stood for dragons for turns before he'd finally given up and accepted a wher instead. Husif had grand hopes that Hustafer would have more luck than he did, and managed to Impress a dragon, and so he urged the boy to Stand as a Candidate.
Hustafer, however, was not terribly interested in the dragons. He didn't feel that the sky was really the place for him--he liked the caverns beneath the Weyr, often exploring them with his father's wher Husisk at his side, the two of them forming a decent friendship.
When Hustafer was 18 turns of age, he finally met Husk, solidifying his own future and frustrating his father. Hustafer didn't really care--he was tired of Husif always trying to get him into things he wasn't very interested in, trying to live vicariously through him, and the two stopped speaking to each other at all after Hustafer Impressed Husk.
Hustafer and Husk grew together, spending the turns learning and living together. Hustafer had a few half-hearted romances, one disastrous attempt with a woman and a few more successful flings with men, but didn't really feel any desire to be with anyone for the long term.
He was getting honestly tired of High Reaches Weyr. It wasn't a bad place, of course, but he felt like he had more important things to be doing than to be yet another wherhandler there. So when he heard of the new Western Hold, being formed without even a Weyr for its defense, it seemed like a sign of some sort.
He moved there as soon as he was able, taking up residence, though he knew it would be temporary. Someone would assuredly set up a Weyr or something on the Western Continent, because a few scattered wherhandlers--or maybe just one, he was not sure if he was the only one to've moved to the new Hold--would not be able to keep this place safe at all.
And at last, Dalibor Weyr was founded. Hustafer was glad to put in his transfer request to the place. They needed whers yet, he knew, to build up a population of the night guardians. So all was settled!
Wher Name: Husk
Wher Age: 21
Wher Color: Iron 726E6D
Wher Length: 8 1/3 ft.
Wher Personality:
Husk is an odd sort of fellow, a mix of old-dog sweetheart and crotchety old man. He likes people, but he also likes for things to not get too terribly exciting. Too much noise and chaos will irritate him and inevitably lead to him muttering and grumbling about noisy people. The exception to this is children--like his handler, Husk loves the amusing little brats, and is apparently willing to tolerate just about anything from them without being bothered.
So long as he's not bothered by all the noise, Husk is friendly and companionable, content to lay still for a long while with his head in his handler's lap, or bound about and play games of chasing and roughhousing. He doesn't mind being around others either, though Hustafer will always be his first choice in companionship.
He is very loyal and protective of his friends, standing up for those that he feels may need it, staunchly and quietly defending anyone he feels an attachment with, be they his own friends or those of his handler. He is a wher of few words and strong actions.
His one real vice is his pride in himself. Because of how he was seen when he was young, useless and awkward, he is now proud of his speed and strength, proving wrong those who had wanted to get rid of him because he was inadequate.
Wher Appearance:
This Iron is a bulky creature. Built like a bulldog, his chest is thick and broad, with his hindquarters a bit narrower. His paws turn inwards as well, leading to a slightly odd, sauntering walk that he does not particularly mind anyway.
His limbs are a bit on the stubby side for his length, short and thickly muscled, too much so to be greatly agile. He can charge like a bull headlong, but he does not corner well. He relies on pure speed and power when he runs.
His maw is pushed in, with a noticeable underbite, his bottom front teeth poking up visibly and making him look a bit comical. Or fierce, depending on what mood he is in.
His hide is a dull brushed steel color, metallic but not very reflective, with faded patches of rust-orange at his joints and spattered across his wing membranes.
Wher History:
Husk's mother, a (relatively) pretty Gold wher named Neesk, was a resident of High Reaches Weyr from her hatching. Like any good Gold, she had a number of full clutches for the Weyr, and from one of those clutches hatched Husk.
Husk looked a bit like a gargoylian monstrosity upon hatching, his limbs even shorter and more overbuilt then than they are now, making even running nearly impossible for the young wher. He was generally regarded as a mistake, and some thought he ought to be put down. But Hustafer seemed to have a connection with the misshapen Iron, and would not hear of anything bad happening to him.
He took to Hustafer quickly, appreciating the then-young man's habit of carrying him about from place to place. Husk was just not very good at getting about yet, his stumpy legs doing him a disservice. But he practiced daily at becoming more agile, and over time, that served him well.
By the time he was mature enough for his first Chase, after a saucy Red that had been tormenting him for weeks beforehand, Husk surprised everyone, even his handler, with the speed he managed, charging after the Red and startling her a bit. He did not win, losing out to a much older and more experienced Bronze, but he was satisfied that he had proved himself.
After that, Husk and his handler were considered valuable assets to the Weyr. However, they did have an awful lot of whers, and were starting to look into sending some elsewhere to try and balance out some populations.
Husk wasn't keen on going anywhere, as he was still determined to someday win that Red. But then she was transferred, and he didn't really know where.
When they moved to Western Hold, Husk was rather discontent with the whole affair, the place lacking any real population of other whers--which was of course why they had been sent there.
And so, when the day finally came to transfer to Dalibor Weyr, taking up their new permanent residence, Husk was decidedly more pleased--at least until he learned just how few whers were actually there.
