Weyrling J'ai on Brown Oberath

Player: T'Star

Name: J'ai (Jaime)
Age: 15 (01.13)
Rank: Weyrling

Description: Jaime is a gangly youth, taller than his years should permit. He has a ramshackle shock of black hair that resists all efforts to be groomed. His face is also too long to be quite right. He has a wide mouth that seems made to smile, and mobile features. Bright blue eyes peer out with intense interest at the world around him. His ears stick out abysmally and even his shaggy mop of hair doesn’t hide their protrusion.

Personality: Jaime is an odd boy, personality wise. Shy and rambunctious with an over active imagination, his usual method of acquaintance is tripping over something in the real world because his mind had been somewhere else entirely and he’d been going top speed. *splat* ‘oh sorry.’ then to promptly scuttle away, vowing to pay more attention, which rarely happens. There is very little middle ground with Jaime. He is all or nothing. Completely joyful, completely despondent, completely confused. Fortunately his attention span is short enough the lows don’t bother him. His memory is disturbingly accurate however and if he can be distracted /back/ to a topic he usually has little trouble picking up where he left off.

Gender/Preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Born at Ista Weyr, he grew up running errands for his mother, who was a journeyman cook at the weyr. His father was one of the riders. He had a very carefree childhood, nothing seemed to bother him. He watched a herd of foster siblings come and go with little despair at their departure. He rarely saw them go far. His hyperactive imagination has always been his best companion. Why sulk about chores when every chore becomes an adventure? Carrying plates? Why it’s some grand Lord’s gather and everything must be absolutely perfect or woe be to the serving boy who sullies the Lord’s reputation as a host. 

Always a bit big for his age he was set to hauling much younger than his fellows. But what did that bother him? Helping with the buckets and bags from the tithing train? Why they he was a mine laborer unfairly sentenced to a lifetime of toil. His imaginings seldom had any bearing on reality, but amused him and anyone he cared tell about them, though he did quickly garner a reputation for being completely flighty. His favorite chores seemed to be in the kitchen with his mother. 

He had no objection to drudge work at all. Floor scrubbing was just a chance to observe ruthless holdless who had come to bring disruption on the Weyr (in reality just a trading caravan and it’s guards.) When Mountain Song Weyr was founded, a call went out for crafters. His mother was shifted from Telgar to the new weyr and took him with her. Leaving his friends saddened him to the point of outright despair. That lasted for all of ten minutes then his imagination kicked in and he was all eager energy imagining the next adventure in the mysterious south. Once south he set to work quite willingly, very little changing except that classes were added to his rotation. Classes gave him problems, for the lanky boy had trouble truly paying attention to things going on around him. The hatching brought some relief, for the brown who stepped up to him was as level headed as J'ai was energetic.

J'ai began to mellow slightly as time progressed, though he still had some issues. Oberath kept his mind on the task at hand so the boy started feeling more confident, and actually began to /enjoy/ classes. He was quite taken with one of the green weyrlings, Kitt, in all the ways of puppy love. He is a willing servant to her, sometimes even when Oberath isn't so sure it's such a good idea for His.

Pets: None.

Crafter: No

Dragon Name: Oberath
Color: Brown
Age: 1
Description: Average of length, average of build, physically Oberath is pretty much, well, average. Of middle length he is classically proportioned for a textbook brown. His smoothly rounded head ridges swept back to an unremarkable neck and adequate shoulders. Mingled earth tones, rich loam mixing with clay and sand in an unpredictable pattern, swept over his entire frame. He was neither fat nor slender and his haunches were sufficient, visually. His tail swept down finishing in an unremarkable blunt, sandy colored cap rather than a point. 

Personality: Oberath is a philosopher, with a deep yearning for knowledge, and even more, understanding. Understanding breeds purpose, and without purpose there is no point to life. He is a calm and stable sort, a direct contrast to J’ai’s brash flightiness and imaginative fancy. He also has an inordinately good memory for a dragon. Perhaps there is a bit more of his mother in him than appearance would suggest, for he often recalls, with amazing accuracy things he has heard but once. It is not something he flaunts so the reliability of the gift remains to be seen. He
can be baited, however, things that have no explanation irk him no end.