Jerekan

Physical Description

Brown hair with the occasional auburn highlights is fixed in a messy braid, some strands of the unruly hair poking out. The slightly chubby cherub-like face with the narrow, hooked nose is a contrast to his thin, wiry build. His complexion is moderately fair, despite the fact that this man has spent all of his turns in the No Island Chain... The most notable piece of his appearance are the cobalt blue eyes that twinkle almost mischeviously, complementing that enigmatic smile he often wears. He stands a few inches under six feet high, looking much younger than his twenty-two-some turns.
He wears a simple black, short-sleeved tunic tucked into matching roughspun pants, the dark colors bringing out the fairness of his complexion. The bottoms of those pantlegs are neatly tucked into the old, worn, and undyed ankle-high wherhide boots that adorn his feet. His overall appearance, besides that hair, is immaculate. Two Verdant-Green and one Royal-Blue strands entwine to form one cord that in turn twines with a black one, the two cords forming one loop around his shoulder that ends in a long tail with one tassle. It's the knot of an Assistant Steward at No Weyr.

Background

By the time he had reached his twentieth turn, Jerlan, the young Harper from Telgar Hold had been made Journeyman, and only a sevenday after walking the tables was given his first posting. He was to be at Forsaken Hold in the Western Island Chain. Jerlan had always been an excitable sort, which is apparently what caught the eye of Kanelle, one of the Hold’s kitchen workers. What followed between the two was a whirlwind romance, resulting in a handfasting only a month later, and less than a turn after that, the happy couple was blessed with a son, whom they named Jerekan.
His childhood was a fairly happy one, though the plague that soon befell the Hold put more than a bit of a damper on things. Fortunately, the young boy survived...But as always there was a downside, and the good-tempered, though obnoxious child people had taken to calling Jerk was left without any immediate family… Only Jandiranna, a distant aunt at No Weyr. So he left for the Weyr, keeping his spirits and head held high.
The sprightly young teenager gained several friends at his new home, and through his habit of whistling tunelessly about the Weyr had begun to fancy being a Harper, like his father. He bothered the Weyr's Harper for private lessons, and after trying out several varieties of pipes, the gitar, and the harp, Jerk and the unfortunate Harper decided composition was more his style. Whilst shuffling through some of the older ballads when he came across one that told the story of a heroic brownrider who rescued an entire seahold by flaming the currently falling thread all alone after the rest of the riders in his wing had been injured. Jerekan, being the egotist that he was, decided he wanted to be a hero, too. Of course, this idea lasted a good sevenday before it was shoved back in the recesses of his mind, never to resurface again...
Until that fateful day when Blue Heoth, Temesa's lifemate, decided he really ought to stand for No's new clutch. He, (as well as most who knew him) was awfully surprised to discover that /he/ was searched to stand for Kylenth's clutch, but had no luck in impressing. But even that didn't keep his humor down... So, after a turn or so of lazing around the Weyr, and doing his chores only when /found/, the Weyrleaders caught him walking through the Living Cavern one day, and asked him if he would once again like to stand for Kylenth and Quonneth's recently-laid clutch. Well, who could refuse an offer like that? Jerk accepted, but when the hatching day came, he was once again left without a lifemate.
Still, it takes more than that to bring down the obnoxiously-cheery Jerekan, and yet another turn was spent shirking any and all responsibility. And then, Gold Kylenth once again rose, and Bronze Quonneth once again caught, and Jerk once again was asked to stand as a Candidate. Despite the chores, despite the lack of respect, and despite the fact that he would be forced to take orders from the likes of Blue Litreth’s Miranda, Jerekan accepted Candidacy again. What passed were several eventful months, and then finally the dragons began humming, and the clutch of fifteen began rocking and rolling. After watching many a friend Impress, Jerk was left alone on the sands again, and decided ultimately that his dragon had not yet hatched...
After the hatching he was sought out, and asked to fill a position as one of No Weyr’s Assistant Stewards… Even the ever-lazy Jerekan can’t spend all of his time sitting on his irritating behind, so he agreed to take the job, and is content to do it until his dragon hatches, or until whistling becomes an honored subcraft of Harpering…

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