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NAME: Vivano
RANK: wherhandler
AGE: 27
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
WHER: Blue Vivansk
PETS: none currently
APPEARANCE: Vivano’s clearly past his first flush of youth and it shows, not so much in his face and body for he’s still young enough not to be worrying about developing wrinkles or running to fat, it shows in the clear confidence of his movements and the lack of awkwardness, even when he’s making a fool of himself, it’s a sign that Vivano doesn’t wonder about who he is, he’s already discovered that and he’s on to more important questions.
Vivano’s not a remarkable fellow, his build is lithely muscular, but not in peak condition and standing at 5’5’’ his not likely to be easy to find in a crowd. Perhaps the most interesting thing about Vivano is his unusual skin tone, which is a golden brown a few shades darker than pernese average even in the south, if he were to stay out the sun he’d go paler but never lose the golden tone.
Vivano’s face is topped with black hair, short cropped for maximum coolness, but regrettably this exposes his high forehead and makes him look like he has a slowly receding hairline. Luckily the face under that hair is, if not classically attractive, then at least interesting. Dark almond shaped eyes sit under neat black brows, defined cheekbones, and an average looking mouth and nose do not an attractive face make, but Vivano seems to be able to carry an amazing amount of expression on his face. In fact whatever he’s thinking is likely to turn up on his face unless he makes an effort to control his expression, which is, in itself, a dead giveaway. The downside of Vivano’s face; his facial hair, it grows rather quickly and there’s always some evidence of stubble on his face if he doesn’t shave daily, however Vivano hates the way he looks with a full beard, and also hates daily shaving, so he quite frequently has a light beard, as he sometimes says: he can’t decide whether to grow the thing or give it a merciful death.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Vivano is afflicted with near terminal wanderlust, he can’t gaze upon any distant mountain or shore without wanting to go and find out what’s there, and no matter if someone’s been there already, Vivano has to see for himself. If there’s somewhere he hasn’t been it’s because it was impossible to get there for some reason. Vivano’s curiosity is the root of his wanderlust, and knows just as few bounds. He’ll always be the guy to ask the awkward question, or try that one stupid recipe, just to see what happens. At least sometimes his curiosity works for him as he likely never would have gain much of his skill with herbalism if he hadn’t been nosing through some old records and decided to try some things out.
In spite of his skill with herbal remedies Vivano would never make a healer because he’s cripplingly afraid of illness and has been since his mother died of a southern fever when he was a boy. Though he can stand acting as an assistant to healers Vivano is seriously better off if not exposed to anyone with more serious illness than a cold, any kind of symptoms in other people give him the shakes, make him cold, and ultimately make him seek to flee the scene as soon as possible. Oddly enough Vivano is able to man up and treat his own illnesses without being afraid.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Vivano has a good heart, he’s kind, haphazardly generous, that is to say he’s generous when he actually realises that people need things, and has a strong sense of loyalty to his family and friends. He holds capability and usefulness in high regard, having very little patience for anyone who can’t or won’t earn their way in the world, and indeed always does his very best to make sure he pays everything he owes, although debts of kindness are more the kind that get paid to other people.
Vivano’s also a serious soul with a passion for writing things down carefully and logically and storing them away tidily, nothing he ever records is likely to be lost or destroyed, though it might be totally unnecessary. His serious side extends out to his duties, where he tends to put in everything he has and never deny a request he know he can fill, or put off until tomorrow what he can do today.
With other people Vivano tend to be amiable but a little vague at times. He’s friendly enough, and easy to work with even if he’s not a friend since he can’t be bothered to have enemies.
FAMILY:
Vivlean – mother (deceased)
Rontolon – Father (52)
Rolean – sister (25)
Vivlan –sister (22)
Viron – brother (19)
Ronlon –brother (17)
HISTORY: Vivano was born in Cove hold, the first child of a pair of holders with no acknowledged special skills whatsoever, his mother was considered to be one of the best bakers around, and indeed made a living at it while his father was more of a practical man, up for purely physical tasks but widely considered to be a few glows short of a basket.
Vivano’s early childhood was fairly average; he did all the things that youngsters do, including getting into trouble and back out of it again, regarded the arrival of his younger siblings with utter disgust, and was chased along to his lessons. Though he often regarded his younger siblings as a nuisance and a burden, for his parents had always told him he should look out for the little ones, Vivano did care for them in the possessive way of children. In particular he was close to his oldest sister Rolean, who shared his passion for exploration, swimming, and general chaos.
Vivano’s life continued almost idyllically until he was eight, when one of those southern fevers that cropped up from time to time appeared, though it was treatable it unfortunately took Vivano’s mother.
Vivano’s life quickly became busy as the oldest of the siblings and between doing what he could to look after his youngest brother and trying to keep the other three out of trouble and under control (a full time task it often seemed, even with the help of some of the hold women) while his father worked. Sometimes it seemed the most relaxing times of his life were now when he was at lessons.
The summer following that turn Vivano’s father decided that the family would move to Mirran weyrhold, where some relations of his lived. Vivano didn’t much care for the idea, but he also didn’t get a choice in the matter as children often don’t. The journey to the inland weyrhold, fascinated him as Vivano was seeing things that he had only heard of before.
Though the political structure of Mirran might have been markedly different it was hardly of concern to a young boy and Vivano found himself settling into life there quite easily, as did his siblings in spite of the fact that their father was often away working and the group of strangers who claimed to be their family.
By the time Vivano was sixteen it often seemed as if he was in charge of the household, not his father. However it was becoming an increasingly empty household as Rolean was working as a weaver’s apprentice, and Vivlan had been picked out as ideal candidate material, leaving just Vivano and the two younger boys at home much of the time.
As his siblings were all starting to find their way in the world Vivano began to look at his own future. A dismal prospect since he couldn’t see all that much he was good at, apart from growing and using herbs, but he had no intention of becoming a healer, far too many ill people involved. After some experimentation Vivano found he could not only make an acceptable folk remedy, he could also make very good lotions and perfumes, as well as some dyes and various other bits and pieces. It seemed like Vivano had found his role in life and if it wasn’t a very masculine occupation at least it was work and perfect for a dabbler who was curious about everything.
At eighteen, a little older than most Vivano was struck by his first true romance. For months it seemed the sweet blue eye hold girl Gilly consumed his every waking moment, but as these things do the relationship eventually ended, on Gilly’s terms, leaving Vivano at a loose end. He eventually decided he was going to travel around the south before something happened to stop him.
Vivano did not leave ill prepared, he left leading a shaggy little runner who carried an assortment of Viano’s usual stock in trade in packs as well as all the usual travel essentials.
Over the next four turns Vivano wandered between the holds in the life of a vagabond, albeit a well groomed, clean, and politer sort of vagabond. He often travelled with trading caravans, and stopped at major holds to gather information about current events, as well as renewing his supplies and renting stillrooms to prepare yet more of his herbal concoctions. Oddly the folk remedies were in high demand out in the further cotholdings where a healer was only an option in a major crisis, it sometimes seemed as if he sold and traded more of those than anything else, even dyes.
Eventually it was time for him to return home, older, wiser, and far more experienced in more ways than one. The main reason for his return was a lack of places to go, the deep jungles were certainly an attractive prospect with a plenitude of exotic plants just waiting for their use to be discovered but Vivano had no way to get to them. Fighting a jungle full of felines, wild whers, and who knew what else with only his pony for company was hardly an attractive prospect. What he could do with was either a group of other woods wise people and some guards, or a couple of those big trained canines to watch his back. However since he had none of those things it was back to Mirran he went, where moved back into the family home and set about cutting a wide swathe through the young women, and some few young men, of the weyrhold who found the returning wanderer attractive.
Vivano began, after a few months to realise that Mirran, though undoubtedly unique, just seemed too confining to him after his return, he was used to challenge, hardship, and even fear as a result of his travels, and the life of an simple herbalist was far too quiet for him to settle into. In Vivano’s mind whers were the answer, he was too old to stand for dragons, and besides, they didn’t interest him as the nocturnal beasts he’d met on his travels did. With this influencing Vivano began to look for wher clutches and make the journeys to see both greens, and even a single golden wher, but it was beginning to look like none of them would ever like him enough for him to take an egg.
Over a turn of perseverance would pay off in the end as an older green wher would eventually greet him with You back?[/color] in a tone of amused exasperation, and an instruction for him to take an egg. Vivano would always wonder if the green actually remembered him or her handler did.
His egg, coddled, protected, and checked on dozens of times a day would eventually hatch a blue who proclaimed himself Vivansk. The mischievous wher would soon become the whole focus of Vivano’s life as he threw himself into learning to be a wherhandler and Vivansk threw himself joyously into anything that happened to be happening.
After no more than a turn had passed Vivano and Vivask found themselves putting all their skills to use as the tenth pass started earlier than expected, causing disaster wherever people had not adequately prepared. Vivano would find himself pulling double duty, putting his herbalist skills to use assisting the healers by day and working with Vivansk at whatever they could through the nights. The sheer size of Mirran was an advantage, but only because the weyrhold could still put dragons in the air with so many pairs either dead or wounded.
As yet more turns ground by the workload slowly decreased, the weyrhold grew better prepared, and the wings better able to handle their ancient enemy. Once again Vivano would lament being stuck at Mirran, but the sudden onset of thread had pretty much put an end to any plans he had to travel further. In the end, out of sheer frustrated restlessness Vivano would transfer out to the island Weyrhold of Mavors, said to be failing, and known for a stubborn populace after only a few turns. But that was all rumour, right?
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
b. Turn them into an NPC who may be killed off or used for plot purposes but who will not be played by someone else.
RANK: wherhandler
AGE: 27
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
WHER: Blue Vivansk
PETS: none currently
APPEARANCE: Vivano’s clearly past his first flush of youth and it shows, not so much in his face and body for he’s still young enough not to be worrying about developing wrinkles or running to fat, it shows in the clear confidence of his movements and the lack of awkwardness, even when he’s making a fool of himself, it’s a sign that Vivano doesn’t wonder about who he is, he’s already discovered that and he’s on to more important questions.
Vivano’s not a remarkable fellow, his build is lithely muscular, but not in peak condition and standing at 5’5’’ his not likely to be easy to find in a crowd. Perhaps the most interesting thing about Vivano is his unusual skin tone, which is a golden brown a few shades darker than pernese average even in the south, if he were to stay out the sun he’d go paler but never lose the golden tone.
Vivano’s face is topped with black hair, short cropped for maximum coolness, but regrettably this exposes his high forehead and makes him look like he has a slowly receding hairline. Luckily the face under that hair is, if not classically attractive, then at least interesting. Dark almond shaped eyes sit under neat black brows, defined cheekbones, and an average looking mouth and nose do not an attractive face make, but Vivano seems to be able to carry an amazing amount of expression on his face. In fact whatever he’s thinking is likely to turn up on his face unless he makes an effort to control his expression, which is, in itself, a dead giveaway. The downside of Vivano’s face; his facial hair, it grows rather quickly and there’s always some evidence of stubble on his face if he doesn’t shave daily, however Vivano hates the way he looks with a full beard, and also hates daily shaving, so he quite frequently has a light beard, as he sometimes says: he can’t decide whether to grow the thing or give it a merciful death.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Vivano is afflicted with near terminal wanderlust, he can’t gaze upon any distant mountain or shore without wanting to go and find out what’s there, and no matter if someone’s been there already, Vivano has to see for himself. If there’s somewhere he hasn’t been it’s because it was impossible to get there for some reason. Vivano’s curiosity is the root of his wanderlust, and knows just as few bounds. He’ll always be the guy to ask the awkward question, or try that one stupid recipe, just to see what happens. At least sometimes his curiosity works for him as he likely never would have gain much of his skill with herbalism if he hadn’t been nosing through some old records and decided to try some things out.
In spite of his skill with herbal remedies Vivano would never make a healer because he’s cripplingly afraid of illness and has been since his mother died of a southern fever when he was a boy. Though he can stand acting as an assistant to healers Vivano is seriously better off if not exposed to anyone with more serious illness than a cold, any kind of symptoms in other people give him the shakes, make him cold, and ultimately make him seek to flee the scene as soon as possible. Oddly enough Vivano is able to man up and treat his own illnesses without being afraid.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Vivano has a good heart, he’s kind, haphazardly generous, that is to say he’s generous when he actually realises that people need things, and has a strong sense of loyalty to his family and friends. He holds capability and usefulness in high regard, having very little patience for anyone who can’t or won’t earn their way in the world, and indeed always does his very best to make sure he pays everything he owes, although debts of kindness are more the kind that get paid to other people.
Vivano’s also a serious soul with a passion for writing things down carefully and logically and storing them away tidily, nothing he ever records is likely to be lost or destroyed, though it might be totally unnecessary. His serious side extends out to his duties, where he tends to put in everything he has and never deny a request he know he can fill, or put off until tomorrow what he can do today.
With other people Vivano tend to be amiable but a little vague at times. He’s friendly enough, and easy to work with even if he’s not a friend since he can’t be bothered to have enemies.
FAMILY:
Vivlean – mother (deceased)
Rontolon – Father (52)
Rolean – sister (25)
Vivlan –sister (22)
Viron – brother (19)
Ronlon –brother (17)
HISTORY: Vivano was born in Cove hold, the first child of a pair of holders with no acknowledged special skills whatsoever, his mother was considered to be one of the best bakers around, and indeed made a living at it while his father was more of a practical man, up for purely physical tasks but widely considered to be a few glows short of a basket.
Vivano’s early childhood was fairly average; he did all the things that youngsters do, including getting into trouble and back out of it again, regarded the arrival of his younger siblings with utter disgust, and was chased along to his lessons. Though he often regarded his younger siblings as a nuisance and a burden, for his parents had always told him he should look out for the little ones, Vivano did care for them in the possessive way of children. In particular he was close to his oldest sister Rolean, who shared his passion for exploration, swimming, and general chaos.
Vivano’s life continued almost idyllically until he was eight, when one of those southern fevers that cropped up from time to time appeared, though it was treatable it unfortunately took Vivano’s mother.
Vivano’s life quickly became busy as the oldest of the siblings and between doing what he could to look after his youngest brother and trying to keep the other three out of trouble and under control (a full time task it often seemed, even with the help of some of the hold women) while his father worked. Sometimes it seemed the most relaxing times of his life were now when he was at lessons.
The summer following that turn Vivano’s father decided that the family would move to Mirran weyrhold, where some relations of his lived. Vivano didn’t much care for the idea, but he also didn’t get a choice in the matter as children often don’t. The journey to the inland weyrhold, fascinated him as Vivano was seeing things that he had only heard of before.
Though the political structure of Mirran might have been markedly different it was hardly of concern to a young boy and Vivano found himself settling into life there quite easily, as did his siblings in spite of the fact that their father was often away working and the group of strangers who claimed to be their family.
By the time Vivano was sixteen it often seemed as if he was in charge of the household, not his father. However it was becoming an increasingly empty household as Rolean was working as a weaver’s apprentice, and Vivlan had been picked out as ideal candidate material, leaving just Vivano and the two younger boys at home much of the time.
As his siblings were all starting to find their way in the world Vivano began to look at his own future. A dismal prospect since he couldn’t see all that much he was good at, apart from growing and using herbs, but he had no intention of becoming a healer, far too many ill people involved. After some experimentation Vivano found he could not only make an acceptable folk remedy, he could also make very good lotions and perfumes, as well as some dyes and various other bits and pieces. It seemed like Vivano had found his role in life and if it wasn’t a very masculine occupation at least it was work and perfect for a dabbler who was curious about everything.
At eighteen, a little older than most Vivano was struck by his first true romance. For months it seemed the sweet blue eye hold girl Gilly consumed his every waking moment, but as these things do the relationship eventually ended, on Gilly’s terms, leaving Vivano at a loose end. He eventually decided he was going to travel around the south before something happened to stop him.
Vivano did not leave ill prepared, he left leading a shaggy little runner who carried an assortment of Viano’s usual stock in trade in packs as well as all the usual travel essentials.
Over the next four turns Vivano wandered between the holds in the life of a vagabond, albeit a well groomed, clean, and politer sort of vagabond. He often travelled with trading caravans, and stopped at major holds to gather information about current events, as well as renewing his supplies and renting stillrooms to prepare yet more of his herbal concoctions. Oddly the folk remedies were in high demand out in the further cotholdings where a healer was only an option in a major crisis, it sometimes seemed as if he sold and traded more of those than anything else, even dyes.
Eventually it was time for him to return home, older, wiser, and far more experienced in more ways than one. The main reason for his return was a lack of places to go, the deep jungles were certainly an attractive prospect with a plenitude of exotic plants just waiting for their use to be discovered but Vivano had no way to get to them. Fighting a jungle full of felines, wild whers, and who knew what else with only his pony for company was hardly an attractive prospect. What he could do with was either a group of other woods wise people and some guards, or a couple of those big trained canines to watch his back. However since he had none of those things it was back to Mirran he went, where moved back into the family home and set about cutting a wide swathe through the young women, and some few young men, of the weyrhold who found the returning wanderer attractive.
Vivano began, after a few months to realise that Mirran, though undoubtedly unique, just seemed too confining to him after his return, he was used to challenge, hardship, and even fear as a result of his travels, and the life of an simple herbalist was far too quiet for him to settle into. In Vivano’s mind whers were the answer, he was too old to stand for dragons, and besides, they didn’t interest him as the nocturnal beasts he’d met on his travels did. With this influencing Vivano began to look for wher clutches and make the journeys to see both greens, and even a single golden wher, but it was beginning to look like none of them would ever like him enough for him to take an egg.
Over a turn of perseverance would pay off in the end as an older green wher would eventually greet him with You back?[/color] in a tone of amused exasperation, and an instruction for him to take an egg. Vivano would always wonder if the green actually remembered him or her handler did.
His egg, coddled, protected, and checked on dozens of times a day would eventually hatch a blue who proclaimed himself Vivansk. The mischievous wher would soon become the whole focus of Vivano’s life as he threw himself into learning to be a wherhandler and Vivansk threw himself joyously into anything that happened to be happening.
After no more than a turn had passed Vivano and Vivask found themselves putting all their skills to use as the tenth pass started earlier than expected, causing disaster wherever people had not adequately prepared. Vivano would find himself pulling double duty, putting his herbalist skills to use assisting the healers by day and working with Vivansk at whatever they could through the nights. The sheer size of Mirran was an advantage, but only because the weyrhold could still put dragons in the air with so many pairs either dead or wounded.
As yet more turns ground by the workload slowly decreased, the weyrhold grew better prepared, and the wings better able to handle their ancient enemy. Once again Vivano would lament being stuck at Mirran, but the sudden onset of thread had pretty much put an end to any plans he had to travel further. In the end, out of sheer frustrated restlessness Vivano would transfer out to the island Weyrhold of Mavors, said to be failing, and known for a stubborn populace after only a few turns. But that was all rumour, right?
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
b. Turn them into an NPC who may be killed off or used for plot purposes but who will not be played by someone else.