Arolos Weyr - Vevennil

Vevennil

User: MyaL

Name Pronounced: vev-E-nil
Character type: Healer
Rank: Senior Apprentice
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Current Location: Arolos Weyr

Appearance: Vevennil seems more memorable than someone that’ll never have much visible musculature should. More because everyone recognizes that his shoulders, chest, etc gave his overall broad stature enough room. Albeit, not enough room to conceal all the substantial musculature. Even those faint contours, especially those abs, carved into fair skin indicate about what’s hidden beneath there. That stoutness, however, has made his proportion seem somewhat short. Almost like the genes he’d gotten planned on him growing several inches taller than 5 foot-9.

Above his shoulders are broad cheekbones and jawline. Neither seem that broad since they won’t have any sharp, angular features that’d make them stand out. Since his entire face is broad, that let the skin run neatly from one freckled, facial features to another. From that stage his raw umber eyes stare outward onto the world with what’ll come across as a rather serious expression. Seriously his face isn’t the most expressive thing about him. All that is topped off by some thick red hair, red hair that’ll have several curls bouncing around when he moves. Once all that was put together it made him look far, far more like his actual father.

Personality: Not everyone can multitask. Some (like Vevennil) actually fixate until everything outside their current project blurs into obscurity. Even time’ll disappear, letting hours pass without him realizing it's not just been several minutes. That made him squeak one more task into the day, over and over again, almost obsessive in how he keeps overexhausting himself. Someone else would need to be the one to remind him that he needs sleep because he won't remember.

Should someone/something break that concentration it'll reveal how communicative he'll become when startled. As well as how easily that fact embarrasses him. He tries covering said embarrassment with snark, hoping that it'll discourage people from calling it out. After all, having attention called onto his embarrassment just causes him further embarrassment. That he then must seemingly protest too much, which continues that cycle.

History: Farsend was a small and uneventful, except during the widespread Southern disasters, cothold. That mundane life awaited Vevette when she aged from Candidacy. Rather than depart immediately, she spent one last night around the Weyr creating memories that’d overwrite any disappoint. Sh’ain became part of those memories. When she returned to Farsend, however, her pregnancy wasn’t far enough long to cause her any symptoms. Her family, unaware about the condition, arranged her marriage then rushed it through once the pregnancy became obvious.

Not that the marriage mattered. Vevennil was the first redhead within Farsend, making him quite clearly not Gaussdir’s son. While Gaussdir wasn’t cruel toward him about that, Gaussdir made the fact that he favored Vessaud quite clear. Even showing Vessaud around among the other Beastcrafters. Something he’d never done with Vevennil and remembered that once it came time that he Apprentice. It drove him into rejecting Gaussdir’s craft in favor of the cothold’s singular Healer, one Thurses.

His life went mundanely for several Turns until Vessaud turned twelve. In celebration that Vessaud Apprenticed, Gaussdir got him a puppy, making Vevette call him out about too much favoritism. She guilted him into pooling their marks so they could afford something for Vevennil. Not the useful herding canines like he’d gotten Vessaud. From the Firelizard egg came green Vharreva whom Vevennil made sure he, himself, trained. That Vharreva turned out better than Vessaud’s puppy made Gaussdir decide he couldn’t risk getting either another pet. Couldn’t risk having the non-Beastcrafter show up his actual Beastcrafter son.

Once all the pet excitement settled down things went smoothly until the 28th Turn. Like normal there were no major injuries, no major problems around the cothold until the Quake damaged the fences. Not enough that the ovine could immediately escape but it took sometime getting the supplies to fix all the fences. In that time all the ovine and runners were on edge, so it didn’t take much for one Beastcrafter Apprentice to spook a runner. Then foolish tried calming it himself.

The blood, the crushed limbs, it was the first serious injury that Vevennil ever actually saw firsthand. It also made Thurses realize that Vevennil needed more firsthand experiencee with such injuries, something he’d not get around Farsend. Given Vevennil’s tendency to blank out everything, Thurses spoke with Vevette and Gaussdir about the idea. Gaussdir jumped on it suggesting that Thurses transfer Vevennil to Arolos Weyr. Where Gaussdir’s responsibility could possibly get pawned off onto Vevennil’s actual father. About a sevenday Vevennil was to leave, Vevette sent Sh’ain a much overdue letter.

Born on 08t.01m.10d
Sh’ain (father, Bluerider ACM)
Vevette (mother, Sr Journeyman Weaver)
Gaussdir (step-father, Sr Journeyman Beastcrafter)
Vessaud (half-brother, Apprentice Beastcrafter)

Information about Vevennil's pets

Pet Name: Vharreva

Pet Type: Green Firelizard

Appearance: This storm broke into existence with dignified poise suggesting everyone better her more the eye of said storm. There are puffy, drab green structures that look almost cloud-like within her otherwise dark green hide. Just small, lawn green sparks appear in rare places. Almost like gaps among the clouds are letting people witness the lightning contained within. Those impressive storm clouds didn’t carry their power over into her mere 9 inch length, nor into the daintiness of her build.

Personality: Her poise is more indicative about her personality than all the storm clouds that’re hanging over her. Good stuff’ll come about whether she rushes into them or not, whereas rushing might make her miss something. Once that good stuff comes within reach, however, she’ll show her more possessive nature. As in there aren’t many, other than Vevennil, whom she’d share that fortune with without careful consideration. You try touching something without her permission and she’ll swat your hand away. Which isn’t much different from her reaction toward someone reaching for something they’re not suppose to have.

Whenever that possessiveness isn’t needed she becomes a tiny, dutiful assistant to Vevennil. She likes watching over patients, likes preparing all that medicine Healers must use in treating the patients. Were she human she would’ve been far more eager about healing someone than Vevennil.

Information about Vevennil's hold

Hold Name: Farsend
Hold Size: Cothold

Information about Vevennil's craft

Craft: Healer
Craft Rank: Senior Apprentice

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