Name: Fenlyn
Age: 17
Residence: Dawning Light Weyr
NonCraft Rank: Drudge
Brief Description of Persona:
Fenlyn is 5'6 tall and weighs 138
pounds. He has thick, close-cropped brown hair, and bright hazel eyes set
in a untanned, cheery face. He has an altogether unremarkable physical
appearance, which he assumes will make him easily forgettable. To
further aid the image, Fenlyn dresses only in simple, comfortable clothes of
dull colors, suitable for a farm hand or drudge.
Fenlyn has a very friendly
disposition, and he loves people. Sitting, standing or working in the midst of a
crowd of chatty, happy, bustling people is his idea of the best place
on Pern. Consequently, something he has a hard time with is being off on
his own and as such, is prone to irrational bouts of deep sadness when
he is left alone.
Brief History of Persona:
Fenlyn was born the eigth and last son in a
relatively well-to-do family of farmers. Beholden to a minor northern
hold, his father and mother and uncle and aunt ran a large, successful
farm. Surrounded by family, Fenlyn couldn't have been more at east, and
he would have been happy to follow in the family trades, as a
farmercrafter or beastcrafter. Before he was old enough to apprentice to either
craft, it was unhappily noticed that Fenlyn was clearly not and would
never be quite so large and sturdy as his older brothers and cousins. It
was also discovered that he happened to be the owner of a very ungreen
thumb. Confused about what exactly to do with the boy, the family
simply kept Fenlyn at doing chores like everyone else, but often the less
important, less desireable chores around the farm.
When Fenlyn was well into his fourteenth turn, he was more than
frustrated with his role on the farm and demanded that he be allowed to
apprentice. Trapped at last, his family reluctantly apprenticed Fenlyn as a
beastcrafter. Unfortunately, the boy turned out to be more disasterous
with animals than with plants. Afraid of the damage Fenlyn could bring
on the farm, his father decided to bring him away from the fields and
into the home to see if the boy could at least help with the paperwork.
As it turned out, Fenlyn was great with figures and had a natural
apptitude for what was needed to run a farm. Unfortunately, it gave Fenlyn a
headache. That, and he hated being stuck with work that occupied so
much of his time in so isolating a fashion.
Shortly after his seventeenth birthingday, Fenlyn announced to his
parents that he wanted to go to a proper crafthall and continue his
apprenticeship there. His family didn't have the heart to advise him against
it, and some were frankly pleased that they would loose a rather moody
and assumedly useless younger brother and cousin. With his parents'
blessings and more than enough marks for the journey and hall stay -- which
most of his relatives knew wouldn't be very long -- Fenlyn grimly set
out. He had decided from the beginning that he wouldn't go to any
crafthall, for none really interested him. He would simply go make a life for
himself as best he could, as far from his family as he could manage.
Soon after that, Fenlyn found himself holdless and markless on the steps
of Dawning Light Weyr and without a lot of options.
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