Guffrel
Played By: Mya
Character Name: Guffrel
Pronunciation: GUH-frell
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Political Alignment: PWP
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
In some ways, Guffrel doesn't seem like he could be his father's son. He's short, for one thing -- painfully short, topping out at only 5'4". But he's a strong, fit 5'4" at least, muscular without being bulky. Though he has his father's hawkish nose and frequently wears an echo of the same facial expressions, he inherited some of his toasty coloring from his mother -- bronzeish-tan skin, bright inquisitive light brown eyes -- and a wee bit, specifically the short unruly shock of mousy brown hair, from his father. Perhaps it's just as well that he's not pale, because he's also frequently dirty from his explorations in the tunnels of the Weyr, and always seems to have a fine coating of dust on his clothes and in his hair. He's rough on his clothes, and they frequently bear fresh tears from jagged rocks and patches from previously-mended rips. He has a thick pair of old gloves that are usually tucked in his belt if they're not on his hands, and a beat-up mended old pair of goggles that he keeps on his forehead whenever he can get away with it. Both goggles and gloves are practically falling apart (hence the only reason why the smiths let him have them in the first place), but they're among his favorite possessions.
Personality:
Guffrel is a bright, curious young man. He's a hands-on learner who has way too much energy, and so he's always busy with this or that. With chores and lessons he's the one who not only does the work, but does it quickly and well, and is obliviously good-natured about it -- almost as if he doesn't even realize that it's work at all. Cleaning floors makes him wonder about dirt and where it came from and how far can dirt track, anyway? Cleaning middens makes him wonder why they smell so bad -- well, yeah, *that*, but *why*? He's always busy doing something, and he treats it all pretty much the same whether it's work, class, or fun.
He does have a few favorite interests, though. The deeper parts of the Weyr caverns are his favorite places to explore, and he can spend candlemarks down there just examining the rocks and wondering how it all got to be there, how the walls were carved so smoothly, and where it was all intended to lead. He's not foolish about it -- he knows how to watch for and dispatch tunnelsnakes, and how to judge how long his glows will last, and other assorted useful skills that he's picked up throughout his childhood of amateur exploring. He loves rocks and often brings them back with him to polish into pretty shapes. He also enjoys the whole concept behind construction and building things/devices, and enjoys examining things to see how they work.
And if these random bits of knowledge that he has acquired are ever of use to someone, then great! He enjoys being helpful and giving advice, though occasionally he tends to overthink things a little (missing the obvious solution as he does so). He doesn't want to make a big mark on the world, or be anyone's hero. He just wants to be useful in whatever way he can, no thanks or fanfare required. The satisfaction of knowing he's done his job is enough.
Birthplace: Fort Weyr
Parents: A'mil, Figgei
Birthday: t06.m02.d04
History:
Guffrel was born and raised at Fort Weyr, one of many children fathered by brownrider A'mil. His mother, a plump matronly woman who was well-suited to her job as a crecheworker, already had several children by several different fathers before Guffrel came along, and was advanced enough in turns that she was actually surprised when she fell pregnant with him, the boy who would be her youngest. He grew up surrounded by half-sibs on both sides of the family in addition to all the children of the creche, and was lucky enough to know affection from both his mother and his father, who took time with his children when he could.
From an early age, he was quite a handful, always wandering off to explore in the darndest places -- places that they would assume he wouldn't go simply because they were dark or tiny or scary. Guffrel got lost several times as a little boy, but though his mother and the crecheworkers were always worried and searched frantically, he never seemed to be upset -- in fact, he never seemed to even realize that he was lost. As he got older, they started to give him more and more freedom to explore once his lessons and chores were done, until eventually they realized that he was a pretty sensible boy who knew how to be careful, and just let him go.
When he Turned twelve, he approached the Candidatemaster and took his place as a candidate because it's what's expected of a dragonrider's son, isn't it? He *does* want a dragon, of course. Growing up in the Weyr made it hard not to yearn for that unbreakable bond if you don't mind living with the dangers but, unlike many other boys, he knew he'd manage even if he never Impressed. He became less certain about that after his father was among those victims killed by the Radical's plot, being bitten by a tunnlesnake just when the Weyr was getting back on it's feet after a Goldflight. After all, not Impressing, not being like his father seemed too disrespectful to even think about.
Other Family:
Half-brothers: Auwol, E'yor, Roimyn, Rashkbit, T'gaer, Pohnwin, others TBD
Half-sisters: Kadee, others TBD
~~Candidates Only~~
Color preferences: Blue/Green (not necessarily in that order)
Name after Impression: G'fur
Pronunciation: GUH-frell
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Political Alignment: PWP
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
In some ways, Guffrel doesn't seem like he could be his father's son. He's short, for one thing -- painfully short, topping out at only 5'4". But he's a strong, fit 5'4" at least, muscular without being bulky. Though he has his father's hawkish nose and frequently wears an echo of the same facial expressions, he inherited some of his toasty coloring from his mother -- bronzeish-tan skin, bright inquisitive light brown eyes -- and a wee bit, specifically the short unruly shock of mousy brown hair, from his father. Perhaps it's just as well that he's not pale, because he's also frequently dirty from his explorations in the tunnels of the Weyr, and always seems to have a fine coating of dust on his clothes and in his hair. He's rough on his clothes, and they frequently bear fresh tears from jagged rocks and patches from previously-mended rips. He has a thick pair of old gloves that are usually tucked in his belt if they're not on his hands, and a beat-up mended old pair of goggles that he keeps on his forehead whenever he can get away with it. Both goggles and gloves are practically falling apart (hence the only reason why the smiths let him have them in the first place), but they're among his favorite possessions.
Personality:
Guffrel is a bright, curious young man. He's a hands-on learner who has way too much energy, and so he's always busy with this or that. With chores and lessons he's the one who not only does the work, but does it quickly and well, and is obliviously good-natured about it -- almost as if he doesn't even realize that it's work at all. Cleaning floors makes him wonder about dirt and where it came from and how far can dirt track, anyway? Cleaning middens makes him wonder why they smell so bad -- well, yeah, *that*, but *why*? He's always busy doing something, and he treats it all pretty much the same whether it's work, class, or fun.
He does have a few favorite interests, though. The deeper parts of the Weyr caverns are his favorite places to explore, and he can spend candlemarks down there just examining the rocks and wondering how it all got to be there, how the walls were carved so smoothly, and where it was all intended to lead. He's not foolish about it -- he knows how to watch for and dispatch tunnelsnakes, and how to judge how long his glows will last, and other assorted useful skills that he's picked up throughout his childhood of amateur exploring. He loves rocks and often brings them back with him to polish into pretty shapes. He also enjoys the whole concept behind construction and building things/devices, and enjoys examining things to see how they work.
And if these random bits of knowledge that he has acquired are ever of use to someone, then great! He enjoys being helpful and giving advice, though occasionally he tends to overthink things a little (missing the obvious solution as he does so). He doesn't want to make a big mark on the world, or be anyone's hero. He just wants to be useful in whatever way he can, no thanks or fanfare required. The satisfaction of knowing he's done his job is enough.
Birthplace: Fort Weyr
Parents: A'mil, Figgei
Birthday: t06.m02.d04
History:
Guffrel was born and raised at Fort Weyr, one of many children fathered by brownrider A'mil. His mother, a plump matronly woman who was well-suited to her job as a crecheworker, already had several children by several different fathers before Guffrel came along, and was advanced enough in turns that she was actually surprised when she fell pregnant with him, the boy who would be her youngest. He grew up surrounded by half-sibs on both sides of the family in addition to all the children of the creche, and was lucky enough to know affection from both his mother and his father, who took time with his children when he could.
From an early age, he was quite a handful, always wandering off to explore in the darndest places -- places that they would assume he wouldn't go simply because they were dark or tiny or scary. Guffrel got lost several times as a little boy, but though his mother and the crecheworkers were always worried and searched frantically, he never seemed to be upset -- in fact, he never seemed to even realize that he was lost. As he got older, they started to give him more and more freedom to explore once his lessons and chores were done, until eventually they realized that he was a pretty sensible boy who knew how to be careful, and just let him go.
When he Turned twelve, he approached the Candidatemaster and took his place as a candidate because it's what's expected of a dragonrider's son, isn't it? He *does* want a dragon, of course. Growing up in the Weyr made it hard not to yearn for that unbreakable bond if you don't mind living with the dangers but, unlike many other boys, he knew he'd manage even if he never Impressed. He became less certain about that after his father was among those victims killed by the Radical's plot, being bitten by a tunnlesnake just when the Weyr was getting back on it's feet after a Goldflight. After all, not Impressing, not being like his father seemed too disrespectful to even think about.
Other Family:
Half-brothers: Auwol, E'yor, Roimyn, Rashkbit, T'gaer, Pohnwin, others TBD
Half-sisters: Kadee, others TBD
~~Candidates Only~~
Color preferences: Blue/Green (not necessarily in that order)
Name after Impression: G'fur