Tyxian - Minecrafter/Wher-Candidate

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NAME: Tyxian (tee-zhien)
RANK: Journeyman Minecrafter/Wher-Candidate
AGE: 32 Turns
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (presumably)
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APPEARANCE:

Rough and rugged, Tyxian encompasses the word ‘Minecrafter’. He carries with himself evidence of hard labor, both the muscular strength and the scars. A thick beard encompasses his face, and it is not usually quite as neat; when he bothers, he does clean up very well. Bright, icy blue eyes stick out from everything else, making eye contact a little intimidating and forward. Smooth black hair sits on top of his head, often disheveled. Tyxian is of a fairly average height, standing at 5’11” when he isn’t slouching. His clothing is strictly utilitarian, not necessarily by choice but by occupation.

PERSONALITY FAULTS:

Tyxian embodies the Vesper-Castel roughness that makes it notorious amongst the more proper members of Pern. Ever invite him to dinner? Prepare for a show. Though relatively quiet, he does not care for arbitrary table manners and acts however he wants to act. Even amongst his fellows in the frontier-esque Jask Hold, he stood out for being an instigator and a tad too unfiltered. Tyxian is often aggravated by the two-faced nature of people, so he is not afraid to share whatever he’s thinking about a person right in front of them. This nature has set off the wrong men and earned him a fair few punches to the face, but he is just as willing to return. However, his habit of instigation remains at just that; Tyxian almost never throws the first punch. Transfer to Jask was of his own choice and not any punishment for this reason.

Though amicable enough for quick interactions, Tyxian does not prioritize personal relationships as much as he maybe should. He is dedicated to improving himself in the Minecraft, and that often sends him into tunnel-vision. He rushes through life, always eyeing the next big thing or the next goal to complete without stepping back and appreciating the little things that occur. Always looking to the future.

He is keenly aware of the danger that his chosen career holds, and that there are not many old men in the Minecraft. So, he does not care for himself nearly as much as he probably should. Of the mentality that he can die any moment, he prefers to keep his mind off of it.

PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:

Tyxian’s blunt honesty can aggravate some, but sometimes proves invaluable to others. Though unafraid to divvy out criticism, he is not always beat-downs and harsh words. He is quick to compliment if he deems the other party deserving. His reaction will be clear on his face the moment anything happens. Anyone can trust that when Tyxian says something, he means it. However, this does not make him a squishy pushover or easily abused by conniving peers. He understands that his honesty will not often be reciprocated, but holds his peers to that standard.

While often not appreciative of the subtle beauties life holds, Tyxian has an admirable persistence at whatever task he performs. And while his chosen career is dangerous, he enjoys it thoroughly and would not trade it for safety. He will not give up until something is done; you can always rely on Tyxian to finish what he starts. This also comes to his dealings with people. He will not begin something he is afraid to end, and he communicates what he wishes. No fear of hurting another’s feelings. Though, since he typically neglects forming such strong relationships in the first place, his ability to follow through in that department does not shine so much.

FAMILY:

Father: Maxin - Journeyman Minecrafter (Deceased)
Step-Father: Umerok - Master Smithcrafter
Mother: Etyria - Wife

Brother: Muyrik - Apprentice Minecrafter at Mavros Weyrhold (-16 Turns)

HISTORY:

Tyxian was born to a hardworking Minecrafter and his wife in Castel Hold, rather comfortably due to the Hold’s valued exports of firestone. Though Maxin’s occupation could claim his life at any moment, he was proud to be able to provide for his new wife and son. Etyria would not provide him any more children, but that was alright; for a few Turns, mother and son lived a peaceful existence while father would toil from dusk till dawn.

And, as Etyria feared would eventually occur, Maxin never returned home. The news was delivered by another sombre miner, and she would become fiercely protective of her son. Tyxian was overall confused, but would not remember grief too much in the next Turns. No, it would bother him subconsciously- but Etyria was determined to find stability rather than love. This led her to Umerok, who took pity on the widow and was looking for marriage at the time. The two wed and Tyxian was to look at the Master as a new father. It was...difficult. Umerok was rather cold and stern to the boy, but took to teaching the lad to hold morals in high regard.

So once again, they were comfortable and Umerok had somewhat less chance of dying. However, the other man wanted to father a child of his own; Tyxian held the name of another man and it wasn’t enough to merely claim him. However, he would not see this come to fruition for a good several Turns. The attitude from his stepfather would be noticed by the young lad, and he would be forever leery of Umerok’s presence.

Tyxian would learn to be rather independent from the get-go. Determined to pave his own way in life, he became admirably goal-oriented for a brat. He would aid his mother with chores when he wasn’t expected to work, despite her insistence that it was not required of him. Mother and son would initially be close, which hurt all the more when Tyxian was twelve and decided to pursue the Minecraft. He was antsy and wanted to be active, but Etyria was initially rather resistant. She didn’t wish to see her only son claimed by the same occupation that took away her previous flame. To break the conflict, the two looked to Umerok.

Which would give Tyxian the only compliment he’d ever heard from his stepfather. “Kid’s got a good head on his shoulders. Why not? Castel’s mines are prosperous and he’ll learn how to avoid getting killed.”

That was settled, then. Etyria would fiercely hug her son each morning he went to his apprenticeship, and each evening when he returned.

Tyxian, meanwhile, was living his best life. Though he became more work-oriented than anything, he still got along rather well with his fellows. The danger was acceptable and he enjoyed working with Pern’s earth. Older men taught him how to cope with the ordeal of his transition from brathood to adulthood, as he constantly outgrew his slacks and grew vast amounts of hair. He was notably older-looking for his age, with a consistent mustache and awkward scattering of shadow across his lower face. If Castel’s men are brutish, though, this particular batch didn’t make fun of him so much.

However, as he got older, his blunt honesty became less endearing and a bit more frustrating. At fifteen he was punched for the first time. He couldn’t be sorry for speaking his mind; he could only be sorry for the punishment that followed. Tyxian generally did not regret hurting some egotistical shardbrain’s feelings, though. He began to develop a strong distaste towards the two-faced nature of some men.

When he was sixteen, Umerok’s wishes were realized and Etyria fell pregnant. It was somewhat more difficult than her previous birth but she bore another son. Tyxian...well, he couldn’t really force himself to feel much for his younger brother. He was beyond the age where he would be excited for such a thing, and he was not quiet about voicing concerns when Umerok showed softness for the new babe. This angered his stepfather and sowed a very bitter divide. Soon enough, Tyxian would be looking for a way out of the family home. And Castel’s once-fostered frontier was looking awfully enticing.

Of course, movement to Jask was not required in order to be out of Umerok’s watch, but he was itching to move anyway. He discussed with the Master Minecrafter about movement; though Jask had been its own Hold for many Turns, transfer was still possible to the Western sister. It would be a long voyage, but Tyxian was willing to take it. He hugged his mother goodbye and set off. It would be months before he finally arrived to Jask, and the journey to the shore itself took weeks. Tyxian discovered a hatred for boats. He’d find himself struggling to hold his dinner down and not unleash it from the edge of the vessel.

However, he’d made it to Jask as a seventeen-Turn-old Apprentice. The atmosphere was somewhat different from Castel, but in a refreshing way. Tyxian was a welcome addition to the miners of Jask Hold. And this was where he was truly beginning to consider finding himself a wher. His old home was the unofficial Wherhall of Pern, but previously he was focused on pushing himself to do his best. And the idea was slow to take hold. But it was hard to not think about it in a Hold led by a wherhandler.

His hard work would pay off, and when he was eighteen he was called to Journeyman status. He’d developed his enemies, but also a circle of men who did not mind his honesty and provided a sense of comradery.

Tyxian was not a man of charms; perhaps if he tried, but he held no interest in the activity. Even if a woman wished to pursue him, he was unintentionally ignorant of the fact. He occasionally indulged in casual fun, but that was generally frowned upon and he was much more quiet about any kind of activity. As for romances, if he did try, it failed pretty quickly. Tyxian knew that it would be expected for him to marry, but he didn’t have much interest in much outside of his Craft. And he was keeping an eye on whers; however, he was still new and he would not be anyone’s pick for Impression anytime soon. That was alright. He would improve upon himself in the meantime.

At twenty-six, Thread began to fall. Jask’s export of firestone became critical and his job much more important. Word began to spread around of a struggling Weyrhold that had tried to take root in the Western Isles. Caught in an unusual storm of Thread, the drama made its rounds with the men and women of Jask. This had Tyxian thinking. He’d settled into a routine at Jask, and he wondered if this new idea of his wasn’t stupid. Moving to a battered fledgeling Weyrhold, to aid with its build? It sounded like they needed all the men and women they could get. It would raise many eyebrows, but Tyxian would request to be transferred to Mavros.

Wait, why did he move? Tyxian arrived to a struggle he couldn’t imagine. It would be his first time seeing dragons up close, and the Mavrosi fleet was sombre and destitute. Resources scant and food skimpy. He watched the sorrow as the First Wing returned from each Threadfall. However, he took his new role very seriously as a part of a team of miners. Their job couldn’t be more important. Morale was hard to keep going when, at some point, the Hold part of Mavros elected to not accept a Lord Holder. Mavros was cut off from the rest of Pern. Tyxian felt a sudden sense of dread, as he knew he might not be able to return to Jask. And then another goldrider died.

By the fourth Turn of the Pass, it was looking pretty hopeless. At some point, a project began to excavate a path to Mount Chariath for transport of regular people, and Tyxian took it with gusto. Hope was renewed when Zalmaranth laid a clutch with twin golds, but the situation was still rather grim. And yet, they survived. Tyxian would prove himself reliable, if abrasive, and by the fifth Turn of the Pass he began to think of Mavros as a home. An uncomfortable one, but that was a work in progress. Aerroth clutch, while dramatic, was very large and Tyxian preferred to separate himself from the drama of a potential male goldrider.

Mostly, though, Tyxian would simply be a witness to the drama. By that clutch the path had been finished. Some more months would pass, and dragons would begin to freak out with the sudden disconnection from a good chunk of their wingmates. That evening, they returned. Tyxian remarked that it was rather ballsy, but the successful return of an entire class of weyrlings held new hope for the fighting force of Mavros. He hoped the upward trend would continue; the dragonriders made the difference between his life and death.

And one day, he’d show up for duty and found Muyrik there. Of course, he didn’t recognize his brother at first, though the resemblance to Umerok was uncanny. He introduced himself, and had apparently wished to meet him for Turns. Muyrik’s hopes would be dashed when Tyxian proved unenthusiastic. He was more focused on the gold wher that Jask lent Mavros for a clutch.

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.


*Please note that ranking characters with high colors do not have the option of c. They can either be put up for adoption or kept around until a convenient way to kill them off presents itself.
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