NamonCharacter type: Harper Appearance: This man used to be tall, at 6'2", but from a work-related incident several turns ago, is now slightly hunched at the neck and shoulders, and is 5'11". Rather longish black-silver hair is pulled back into a runner's tail, leaving his prominent nose very obviously sticking out past his face. His dark blue eyes focus straight on you, commanding you to pay attention. His body, one that used to be well-muscled, and isn't so much anymore, is rather long and lanky. He has a very strange gait, no one can quite figure out what makes him walk that way. Personality: Namon is rather stern, keeping the younger people in line. He uses his stare to reprimand those that don't pay attention, for he knows the effect that stare has on people. He is not intolerant, he just has less patience than he used to, so those people with a small attention span tend to dislike him. He is good with those that try, and likes to help people understand if they have a problem, but if the person doesn't try, then he will make sure that person knows how difficult life will be without learning that skill. Namon tries not to play favorites, but he has no problem with playing *disfavorites* and will, again, make that person understand that they will have a hard time without making an effort to be good. History: Namon came to the Harper Hall of Igen at the age of twelve, to be apprenticed for both his skill in singing, and in playing instruments. He had been friends with the Harper in his Hold as a child, and learned how to play many instruments. As soon as he was old enough, his family sent him to be apprenticed, for he was destined to be nothing more than a drudge, otherwise. A few turns later, his voice began to crack, and finally settled in a passable baritone. He wasn't the best, but he could keep tune, and people could stand to listen to him without covering their ears. Also, his skill with playing instruments allowed him to stay in the craft. He quickly became a journeyman, and was very happy going from hold to hold, teaching new songs to those in each hold. Until one beautiful day, at the age of 34. His runner had already been being rather skittish, it wasn't his normal mount, and ended up spooking at the rustle of the trees, and bolting through the forest. Namon was clothes-lined on a low branch, and fell to the ground at a strange angle. Luckily, a caravan of traders had been going in the other direction, and saw the runner streak by them, riderless. They came upon Namon, with a bad back injury, and brought him to the Weyr. He was fixed up, a few inches shorter, and destined to be a journeyman, teaching the younger children, no longer journeying. When Arolos was created, he heard that they needed many people of different crafts and backgrounds. It was another journey, probably his last, and so he went. He misses journeying to other holds and teaching new things, but he is still content teaching old things to new people. The many turns he has been teaching has allowed him to work his way up the journeyman ranks, but he isn't sure that he wants to try for his master's knots. He is happy just where he is. Information about Namon's craft Craft: Harper All references to worlds and characters based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© Anne McCaffrey 1967,2005, all rights reserved, and used by permission of the author. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey, used here with permission. Use or reproduction without a license is strictly prohibited. |