Retired Guard Captain Kristos

Player: T'star

Name: Kristos
Age: 66 (06.04)
Rank: Retired Guard Captain

Description: He’s tall, lean and broad shouldered. A grizzly bear of a man in appearance. His once black hair is salt and peppered, and his neatly trimmed beard is grizzled. Black eyes gleam with humor and intelligence.

Personality: He’s that one guy /everyone/ knows. The type that tends to end up everyone’s favorite uncle, or grandfather or... He’s been around enough and long enough that he probably could tell you as story about most of the holders. He’s got a memory that never forgets any detail. (Like a certain now Lord Holder whom he caught pilfering fruits as a five turn old boy. Or the Master smith? Well who do you think’s been making his weapons for the past ten turns...) It’s something he sees as mostly anecdotes and stories. He’s a very laid back personality, gregarious and easy going. His temper is seen rarely, and usually is limited to one or two cutting comments before he assumes the other party has ‘had enough’ and gets back to work.

Gender/preference: Male, Heterosexual

History: Born originally in Nerat, Kristos didn’t stay there long. The Enlisen Trader clan never stayed much of anywhere very long, and little things like new babies didn’t slow them down more than a day or so. Kristos grew up hoping in and out of wagons, carting water, arranging products for best view for customers. He learned to haggle almost as soon as he learned to talk. Most of all, he spent his time with the caravan guards, listening to their stories, begging lessons out of them. His life was mostly a carefree thing, even after he took on the duties of a full guard. His dark features and tall, broad form lead him to be quite a smash with the ladies when combined with his gregarious out look on life. By the time he was sixteen he’d been all over the continent more than once and had a girl in every hold, as the saying goes. He mellowed only slightly over the years. His romantic conquests became fewer by choice. At the same time he began to tell stories to the youngsters of the caravan, an occupation that would last him well into his old age. “Why Young Lord Benton, son of the Lord of Nabol, he liked our bread so much he tried to sneak off with it he did!” He’d tell about how a young apprentice had Kristos teach him the basics of swordplay, because he wanted to make blades right. As time passed, his stories accumulated. He watched that young smith apprentice climbed the ladder to become Master smith. While he followed the caravans his friends scattered across Pern, this one became a rider, that one a guard, the other? Why he makes the best Wines on Pern! (and of course Kristos stops by whenever he’s in town.) He never seemed to actually use his contacts for much, more seeming to enjoy the wide flung friendships with a special fondness, because of how seldom he got to see his friends. When he was thirty five one of them a ship’s captain by that point, gave him a firelizard egg, mostly as a joke. “Someone you can’t shake off and who can finally tell all of /us/ tales about /you/!” Spot hatched, a large, fat brown, which has only gotten larger and fatter since. Kristos never seemed to mind; though the next time he went through that region a certain ship’s captain had two bottles of his favorite wine waiting for him on his return. Only one incident ever seemed to break his calm. He had been traveling for several decades. He was nearly 50 by this time. The caravan stopped in a minor hold attached to the main Fort region. It was winter, and the weather was enough to hole the Caravan up for a month strait. Kristos found himself passing nights in the company, and bed, of the holder’s oldest daughter, Jyssa. When the weather thawed enough they moved on. It was nearly a full turn before they returned to that cothold, and Jyssa was still there, with a boy and a girl she swore were his. He had little doubt and tried to convince her to come with him. She wasn’t willing to leave and he wasn’t willing to stay, so they parted. He visited every time they were at the hold, and neither ever tried to persuade the other. Jyssa eventually fasted another and Kristos drifted back to his normal life. When they were 13 the twins were sent to different crafts, one harper, one healer. He has yet to run into them again. The one thing he has ever regretted, and still regrets to this day. He had been thinking about retiring for some time when he heard about the new weyr being built in the south. With Jyssa fasted, settling with her wasn’t an option, so he turned his nose southward and offered a hand there, at whatever they needed. Years on the caravan had taught him how to handle almost any practical task from mending clothes, to mending chairs, to a bit of cooking. His guard training let him turn a hand to things like ground patrols while construction was under way. On the upside he had a stable bed every night rather than the cold hard ground, and he is still useful. Life, for him, is currently good.

Pets:

Name: Spot
Species: Firelizard
Age: 35
Color: Brown
Description: Spot is mostly a muddy color, nothing spectacular over his rolly poly frame, that is except for one, almost completely black /spot/ right between his eyes. It rather makes him look like someone hit him with a small ball of dye that never quite washed away. His broad wings are built to support his mass, though his rotund frame doesn’t seem to have much to say for it in the way of muscle.
Personality: Spot is a lazy old firelizard. He is firmly committed to the idea that he has earned every scrap he gobbles down just by living so long. Fortunately for him. Kristos seems to agree.

Crafter: Yes/Retired
Craft: Guard
Craft Rank: Captain (Master)