Post by Esko on Jul 18, 2020 13:44:41 GMT -5
RANK: Lord Holder Candidate
AGE: 22 Turns
ORIENTATION: Homosexual (unless decided otherwise in play)
Much to his father’s displeasure, Huvari takes a much more effeminate appearance. Despite being a decent 5’10”, his shoulders are rather slim and figure just feminine enough to make it uncanny. Of course, Huvari himself is perfectly alright with this, but it has earned him an awful amount of ire from his more masculine peers. Golden blonde hair falls in loose curls from his head, and a thin beard often frames his face, typically also found with a shadowing of unshaven fur. Trained as a young Lordling and with his mother’s connection to a more powerful Lord, he is always well-dressed in finery. Huvari’s features are delicate, with a small nose and far-apart eyes that are a greyish-blue. To give him much credit, he is very pretty, with full lips and the ability to smack a charming smile on his face.
In a method to cope with his at-home situation, Huvari is able to disengage himself from his surroundings to feel utterly numb. Well, okay, it’s not a purposeful switch that he can flip, and this coping mechanism is often left on when it really shouldn’t be. He has moments where he dips back into the feeling of the moment, but it isn’t as if he doesn’t feel or empathize. It’s just that he often wanders reality aloof, disassociated, to block his desires for a loving family or more acceptance in life. This disconnect can make him feel as if he is a witness to his life, instead of living it.
Huvari has no concept of what a healthy relationship is, and in general he avoids commitment if he can help it. Well, romantic commitment, anyway. Should he fall romantically in love, he will be long to acknowledge it. Pass all of these barriers and enter a relationship? Huvari will be passive, disconnected and emotionally unavailable. Not necessarily introverted, nevertheless Huvari doesn’t do friends very well. Acquaintances and conversational companions? Oh sure, he has those in oodles. But subconsciously he keeps everyone and anyone at arm’s length. Unintentionally taught to not let anybody closer, because then they can claw him to death. The innate need to survive lends him an undeniable selfishness that might not be as strong should he have been nurtured properly. Huvari lives to serve himself, but without the arrogance that might characterize another man. Ascension to power is acknowledged by him as also serving the needs of others, but his primary goal is to get away from Olivine Smallhold for good. So, perhaps his priorities aren’t quite in order.
Huvari is, by every definition of the word, a perfectionist. The weight of expectations has affected him more than he would like to admit, and everything must be flawless or he is an insurmountable failure to everyone. He can get to the point of absolute panic if it looks like things are about to go wrong, and overthinks tenfold. However, this need to be absolutely flawless comes not from inner ego but from perceived need. His lofty belief that his parents couldn’t get to him anymore is, well, a self-imposed lie.
Huvari is terribly cunning. He takes in his surroundings and uses learned knowledge to figure out how his ‘side’ will benefit. Historically he has only needed to save his own backside, but should he ascend to higher power that ‘side’ will come to envelop all of Mavros. He seeks to grow and better himself, and he would very quickly see the rest of the Mavrosi Holders ascended to a higher place amongst other Pernese. Huvari thinks a few steps ahead, and is willing to underhand the other party to do so. Not blatantly, of course. The other party need not know of their loss. So, Huvari is willing to sacrifice a few things himself.
Charismatic in his own way, Huvari has the charm and wit to be a people’s man. He does his best to be personable and relate to the common man, although he knows all too well of his elevated status. However, though not being a full Lord’s son, he is all too used to being in a higher position. He has never not known this feeling. However, if Huvari is nothing else he is adaptable. He doesn’t quite care if he loses the Mavros Lord Holder nomination because his plan of “get away from Olivine” has already been achieved. He can work with dragon candidacy, or whatnot. No matter what, though, Huvari will aim to do the best with what he’s got.
Time has passed to be insecure about who he is. Huvari is completely confident in his sexuality, though he can’t be open with it and will never explicitly tell anyone unless absolutely necessary. As long as he follows the rules, picks up some Blooded wife and continues his progeny, most Holders will pretend to not notice whatever he does on the side. Especially if he does a good job with running a Hold should he get there, which he is determined to do. Rather driven, Huvari will strive to do his best and try. Perhaps, one day he can openly flaunt his identity, should he have to break out of his current caste.
Mother: Shumara - Lady Holder of Olivine Smallhold (55)
Father: Bovaris - Lord Holder of Olivine Smallhold (47)
Uncle: Lord Rushmun of Ierne Hold (51)
Aunt: Lady Wellani of Ierne Hold (49)
Cousins: Rushellan - Heir Apparent, Lord Ranishel of Revnan, Wellusha
Uncle: Marshun of Ierne Hold (46)
Cousin: ?? (15)
First born of her father, Shumara was robbed of great power and opportunity by the unfortunate chance of her sex. Those opportunities would be offered to her younger brother Rushmun, and Marshun after him would still have more power. Their father wanted to marry her off, but her rather nasty personality prevented most men from taking her as their bride. Well past typical marriage age, at twenty-six she was wed to another desperate scrap, with an awful personality of his own. The ceremony was a tense affair and for the first month Shumara refused to consummate. Even afterwards, she would only allow Bovaris to touch her until an heir was conceived. Thus began the poisonous affair that was Huvari’s domestic life.
Born small and sickly, it was feared that he would not live, and then Shumara would need to make love to Bovaris again. Ugh. But Huvari grew, and was named. Even the issue of his name caused great argument, for Shumara and Bovaris quarrelled for dominance. Huvari was almost Huvaris, with his father’s need to boost his own ego. But at last it was settled, and he was mainly entrusted in the care of a wetnurse. Shumara used her connection to her father -and later, Rushmun- to live a nicer life at Olivine Smallhold.
Huvari’s days were long, isolated and very boring. At first, his mother refused to let him play with other brats due to fear of him catching sickness -not like this was out of concern for her son, remember- but Bovaris didn’t want the future Lord of the Smallhold being an antisocial wreck. So after more struggle, Huvari was granted permission to play with other children. It was found that he had a rather natural charm, not necessarily taking charge but being rather well liked by his peers. Especially the girlbrats. The last bit infuriated Bovaris and he was once again withdrawn. Shovelled with books and knowledge, Huvari accepted this, knowing no other reality. He would adapt and find companionship within his learning.
The main issue that he witnessed was the constant argument and poison between his parents. There were, of course, more positive adult figures in his life, and the little he saw of his uncles Rushmun and Marshun were nice. They lived much grander lives in the larger Ierne Hold, but he knew that he was expected to run Olivine himself someday. If there was something Bovaris did right, it was give his heir the tools needed to know how to run such an operation. And Shumara hoped that he would achieve higher station someday, both to undermine Bovaris and be able to live vicariously through Huvari. Her dear husband could find himself another little wife; she had plans to get out.
However, Huvari’s fantasies of getting out did not involve his mother. Life at Olivine was miserable, and he got the idea that he should bide his time. Meanwhile he learned of local politics, gradually learning more global issues as he grew and matured. He would cover his ears to block out many a midnight argument, and squash down the desire to just be scooped up and loved by his parents. Parental affection was for the commonfolk, who’s children could afford to be squishy and undisciplined. Any excuse for the terribly toxic relationship his parents engaged in was given to him, although instinct told him it wasn’t right. What else did couples do?
When he was sixteen, Thread fell. It happened to fall erratically, unexpectedly and against the word of a few choice Southern weyrs. He was informed of the unfortunate demise of a fringe Weyrhold in the untamed Western continent. Huvari felt it was a shame; a Weyr on that continent was a good idea in theory, but what horrid timing. And yet, the world did not see Mavros die just yet, even when it was barred from Conclave. It piqued his interest, especially when they chose to have the people vote for a Lord. What an interesting concept. How did such a man maintain power? How curious.
Huvari would eventually grow tired of the isolation and sneak himself out of the family home into Olivine proper. He had suspected -and feared- for a while that his fantasies told him of an issue. The thought of marrying a woman was rather uncomfortable and the male guards around the Lord’s home looked awfully lovely. He would meet his first dalliance, a strong and handsome lad named Moreln. It was confusing but absolutely thrilling once he got the hang of it, and he would make his way regularly to meet his lover. Huvari would recount those summer nights as the best in his miserable existence thus far. At that point he still felt shame in it. But Moreln convinced him it was normal and natural to love another man. It pained him that he would never live with Moreln as a woman could live with a husband; it was his duty to eventually marry and bare children for Olivine.
What a miserable duty indeed.
Eventually, his parents grew suspicious and caught him in the middle of things. The rage he witnessed that day was unparalleled. Moreln was expelled from Olivine Smallhold with spit at his back, before Bovaris and Shumara would reprimand Huvari for having such perverse tastes. Then, of course, they began to fight with each other and blame the other for giving him that trait. With the attention off of him, Huvari would find himself a permanent prisoner of his own home. Bovaris would change the guard schedules so that at least two were patrolling in sight of his window at all times. Most of all, there was one now stationed right outside his door at night. It was infuriating and a breach of his already low freedoms, and most of all he did not exist to his parents for months. The silence was irritating. A Turn or so would pass, before life would get any better.
And it did, in the form of Devor. The guard that was stationed frequently outside his door. Huvari would befriend the other two, of course, but with Devor he would establish a particular connection. At first it was convincing him to bring sweets when it was time for his shift, until Devor made a move and enveloped Huvari in a kiss. The thrill returned, but it came with a new confidence that his parents would never suspect. Not one of their most trusted guards, having such tastes! But Huvari refused to let himself become connected emotionally. It was a reason to look forward to sundown and nothing more. Devor would also sneak strong liquors in with him, and Huvari had no inhibitions with how much he consumed in a single night. Frequently waking up with massive headaches, he would remember this period in his life the least.
Right under his parent’s noses, Huvari convinced them that Devor was to be the most trusted out of them all. He earned a permanent station in front of his door. This continued for Turns, to the current day. The strictly sexual relationship has worked for Devor and Huvari so far.
Movement in Mavros has caught the attention of other Holders in the Southern Continent, especially with its decision to open up proper Lord Holder candidacy to Southern sons. Various Blooded men have clamoured to be in the running, including his own uncle Marshun. Bovaris rejected the idea of Huvari entering the running, using his blood tie to Rushmun and Ranishel, but Shumara championed for it. Eventually she won out, and prepared to send Huvari on his way. He wasn’t ecstatic about potentially being a Lord of a larger Hold, but it was a chance to get out of Olivine Smallhold for good. And of course, he pushed to bring along Devor as his personal guard. Because he was doing such a good job of keeping him safe!
And so Huvari arrived with his guard in tow onto Mavrosi shores. He is determined to try his hardest and win out, but if he doesn’t? Who’s gonna force him to come back?
CANDIDATE SECTION (IN THE CASE OF FUTURE DRAGON CANDIDACY)
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: H’var
COLOR PREFERENCE: No
MUTATION?: yes pls
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.