Candidate Cailetainis

Player: T'star

Character Name: Cailetainis (Pronounced Kay' le TAYE nis)
Age: 15 ( 8.22.4661)
Rank: Youngest son, of youngest living daughter of the Lord Holder of Telgar, Candidate

Description:
Dark honey blond hair, streaked with highlights of red, falls in a shaggy mop that curls slightly at the ends. It is typically kept too short for the full curls to take hold. His face is squarish, and will be chiseled once he matures through the last stages of childhood pudge. His nose is the classic line. His eyes are set just a trifle too widely. The hazel mix of colors reveals a few sharp contrasts. The outer ring around the iris is a bright, clear blue, with the inner hazel a muddy mixture of greens, blues and browns, that shifts and changes with is mood and the colors he's wearing. His skin is lightly tanned. He has the beginnings of a solid build, but for now is at the gangly awkward stage of growth that only hints at what he will eventually look like. He is tall for his age standing 5'9".

Personality:
Cai is in the rebellious stages of teenager. He is stubborn, and can be quite petulant when the mood strikes him. For all that he's a hard worker, a little bit of a dreamer, and in rarer moments a bit of a clown. He has big dreams, but in the way of teenagers, he has no idea what they ARE yet. He's got a slow burning temper, with a variable length fuse. Depending on which buttons are being pushed. For the most part he is practical, he has to be, but being practical and enjoying being practical are two very different things. He is still rather fanciful and has a good grasp of what makes a story, but imagination doesn't usually run in his family so he's learned to keep his 'wild ideas' to himself. He really doesn't fancy a trip to the mind healers.

Gender/sexual preference: male, Heterosexual

History:
The youngest in the Telgar line... or at least the grand children of the current line, Cailetainis was born to Anisia and her husband Celmnor, youngest son of one of the southern Lord Holder Lines. Being youngest, he had opted for a craft rank rather than trying to carve a brand new hold out of nothing as some of his other brothers had. Currently a Master Beastcrafter, specializing in whers for the guard population, it was considered a good match, and Anisia didn't seem to take it as a 'lowering' in station. There /were/ only so many Lord Holders after all. Masters were quite respectable mates.

His parents had not been expecting another child, his next oldest sibling was 6 turns his senior. They raised him to the Proper Hold Traditions, expecting him to either go south and find a hold of his own, or join a craft and become a master. Unfortunately for both of his parents, he was much more head strong than his older siblings, or at least headstrong in different ways. His plans bounced from place to place, and, much to his mother's horror, revolved around dragons as often as not. His father took it in stride, after all what boy didn't dream about dragons? He certainly had, and still hadn't been much in the way of disappointed when a search dragon never looked his way. He tried to reassure Anisia that it was simply normal behavior. She didn't believe a word of it. Especially after that business with that dreadful child of her sister's, Aria, had run off and not even had the decency to make /rank/ in the hall before impressing!

It was water under the bridge for most of the family, but Anisia still threatened both sons and daughters with the horrors of the weyrs. What could a girl do at the weyr? Become a green rider? Where was the dignity in that? Boys? Green and blue riders. They couldn't even become /wingleaders/ according to Anisia. Cai had pointed out that Aria had impressed Gold, and technically outranked Anisia. He never made that mistake again. He did learn not to mention dragons in his mother's presence, at least not in a personal fashion. Proper respect as a whole to dragons and their riders was fine, but as /individuals/ any praise was utterly reprehensible to his mother.

He cornered his grandfather, and got most of the story, including that his mother had fostered Aria. While Belgatain never once directly criticized his daughter, Cai was left with the distinct impression that he was less than pleased with how Anisia had handled Aria. Cai had little trouble believing it. He wasn't to thrilled with how she was 'handling' him. She wouldn't let him climb trees. She wouldn't let him play in the mud with the other boys... All because it wasn't /dignified/ or 'befitting his station.' He was a crafter's son. Who cared what his grandfather's rank was? He was just /grandfather/.

It didn't help that Cai was an imaginative youngster, and like so many had an 'imaginary friend' that he spoke with and he /claimed/ spoke back. His mother was more than a little irate, while his father tried to sooth her to little effect. He /claimed/ it was the hold watch dragon most of the time, or his own personal dragon when he was six. He learned not to mention his imaginary friend around either parent. Though he equally quickly learned his father was the better one to slip around, in all cases. When he was about 10 the hold watchrider and dragon were re-assigned and retired... both passed with in a turn. They had been there since Belgatain was a young man. Cai's 'imaginary friend' never spoke to him again after that point.

Celmnor started taking the boy with him to train the whers when he was 9, at first he was worried, but the blood on both sides of his family seemed to run true, and he had little trouble with the recalcitrant, foul tempered creatures. It got him out of his mother's hair, and he liked the arrangement because his mother thought he would follow into his father's craft. As he gerw more interested in the creatures his overt interest in his 'fancies' waned. Both parents blessed the whers, attributing the sudden drop in conversations about 'my friend the dragon' to the extensive work with the Whers.

When he was 13 he was gifted, by his father, with a wher egg. A mammoth brown, as large as some golds, hatched out of it. Unfortunately its temper was worse than most, and Cai was the only one who could deal with the creature. His parents were convinced he'd settle down and become a wher trainer, but Cai still wanted adventure. As he entered the teen years, he still wanted that nebulous /something/ that most people get over or ignore for the pragmatic. His father suggested the guards and Cai took to spending time with the recruits, this pleased his mother less, but it was still respectable, and if he made Captain that was a very dignified and important rank!

The guard was much more appealing to Cai than the beast craft, and at least there Deamon was useful! Not that the wher's temper made him any more popular, but at least here it was a practical thing! Three turns went by and still Cai has not formally joined the guard, and things grow increasingly more restless with his parents. They're talking of arranging a marriage for him, something he's protesting loudly. Things are coming to a very sharp thunderhead.

Belgatain has taken matters into his own hands, his daughter not willing to listen to him on /family/ matters (After all she did perfectly well with Aria until the ungrateful wretch went to the harpers and had the gall to impress!) He is currently arranging to have the boy transferred to Mountain Song, with the option to come back whenever he chooses. /Belgatain/ is determined not to make the same mistake twice in his life time!

No one seems to realize this will be the first time the boy has been in anything resembling proximity to dragons. Not even he seems to realize that though he is excited about the prospect of moving to the Weyr. After all Dragons and their riders can't be worse than his mother, and can't be harder to understand than Whers! Little does he know how well he'll 'understand' them when he gets there.

Note: He is a HAD, that is in part what lets him deal so well with Whers. While it is more from his father's side than his mother's the blending of 'old blood' and the psionic factors that brings on BOTH sides (the 'power' mentioned infrequently in the books), simply got a kick start in him. It hasn't occurred that he could be because all the HADs in the ballads are 1) Women and 2) Gold riders or former gold riders. He actually doesn't know of ANY HADs currently on Pern. He thinks they are a thing of Harper Ballads not practicality. He's probably not going to tell anyone immediately, after all who'd believe /him/? His mother certainly wouldn't!

Pets:
Name: Deamon
Species: Wher
Color: Brown
Age: 2
Description: Deamon is a massive monstrosity. As big as a small gold, this brown is absolutely perfectly proportioned for a wher. He is evenly coated in a brown so dark it was almost black. There were no highlights to accent the massive, heavy shoulders and the thick body. He was not a delicate creature in any stretch of the imagination! Heavy, and muscular, he did not seem designed to assuage fears.

Personality: Deamon lives up to his name. He is foul tempered, even for a wher. He doesn't care WHO a person is, if they do something he doesn't like he will make his opinion known and is not adverse to using his teeth and claws to do it with. Unfortunately 'what he doesn't like' changes regularly, and at less than consistent intervals. He is capricious and vindictive, holds a grudge long beyond when he's forgotten WHY... perhaps all the longer for it.

Crafter: No

Candidate: Yes
Color Suggestions: any Male (no green please, it just wouldn't work)
Name Suggestions: Something Arthurian
Personality Suggestions: Any