Synire, Weyr-Folk

[Amejisuto]

I may not be an admin, but I can see quite a few problems. For one, he is short, there is a ban on short characters. For two, the whole threadburn thing seems off... and VERY iffy. You are aware that humans can't touch thread at all? It eats all organic manner, how would they thread burn his eye? Without going to the brain? Can you explain that? Also... no Headwoman in the history of Pern, have I ever known... would put cuts on a drudges arm.. just for showing a scar. I have seen some pretty abused characters, but the Headwoman is the person that most drudges look up to and can run to protection from. I highly doubt that Sparrow will be very happy with this character. That's just my opinion with it... Sparrow may say something completely different.

Also is this going to stay a Wery-character, because with the Threadburned eye he would never be accepted as a Rider. His depth perception would be pretty screwed up...

[Synire]

Yeah I don't intend him to be a rider. Also, it's possible to obtain a specimen of Thread, they used a tool for it in one of the books, don't remember which one exactly. Although it *was* done on dragonback, it is still possible. This isn't a very detailed version of his exact history, there's a reason for the Headwoman being mean, his parents being mean, and everything, and if that's needed then I'll give it upon admin's request of course. As for the height, that's an easy fix. Once someone tells me what to change it to of course. :3 I'm up for manipulating Synire as long as it doesn't completely ruin who he is x3

[Amejisuto]

Well to be quite and utterly frank, we are not in the technological stages of pern. This is pretty much a Non-Aivas site. We don't have a lot of advanced technology, so I dont' see how this is possible. And his parents would have been hunted down and Shunned for what they did. I can't think that any reason would be good enough for a Headwoman, the person that is supposed to make harmony in the hold or weyr she works in... do such things. Sorry but there is no conceivable reason... they might be a little harsh, and be like a school marm... but they would NEVER cut someone... not for something that stupid...

And trust me... if you can't convince me of it... I don't think you'll convince sparrow of it... To date, I am the only one Sparrow has allowed to have a HAD character... if that tells you ANYTHING.

[Synire]

HAD's aren't supposed to be common :3 So I don't expect that at all.

Thing is, without the explination for scars on the arms and the eye mark, it sort of ruins his intire mindset, unless I get a plausible subsitution for said situations, there's really a one way track for his coaster to be on.

[Synire]

I'll think of alternatives for the scars.

[Amejisuto]

What I am saying is, I know what a good character is. No offense to you, but I know how to make a character that Sparrow will accept.

There is ALWAYS conceivable routes to be taken. I am sorry but a mental state is not a good enough reason to break some rather important character building points. If you want him to have the whipped puppy dog act, have him grow up in a hold where he was practically useless or something. And was constantly beat for it. But nothing as extreme as threadscoring an eye.

You can have him have been beaten as a child, but nothing as so much as what you did. Please remember that people can pervert their important rolls, but a Headwoman was always given her task for a reason. That is the one roll in a Hold I have never seen perverted, and I would like to see it not happen.

[Synire]

Like I said, this was the smaller part of his history, lol. He wasn't born as a drudge but he was more pushed into it, none of the other children liked him, he wasn't beat by his parents but he was neglected and left, and beat by other children and some adults, not to mention starved, blah blah.

Anyway enough about his supposed flawing.

My proposed alternatives are- as part of abuse- being pushed upon some hot coals, might explain the eye. Different type of burn, but still a burn.

Haven't come up with anything for the arm being scarred in a straight parrallel pattern yet though. Any help on THAT topic would be nice.

[Amejisuto]

Well really, why do you /need/ those? What sort of importance do they have. You don't have to have physical scarring to have mental scarring. I find it rather redundant...

[Synire]

Oy, they play a part in Seheik and Synire's relationship. I'm going to rewrite this bio to be a bit more like the one Seheik's got posted. It'll take longer and I'm sleepy, but at least it'll explain it so that there aren't so many questions, ha. Sorry about the vague-ness of this short one. I'll try and fix it as best as I can without dismantling his persona. I bet I can work something up.

[Amejisuto]

I may not be a major in psychology, but I know the best basics of it. I can help you, but at this time, I doubt the character is acceptable in its state. Also... people are only allowed to stay in a weyr if they work and are an active part of the group. Having a character thats as withdrawn as yours seems to be, would through a kink in the weyrs cogs.

[Seheik]

That's all Synire does, put clogs in other peoples' plans, just ask Baloo she was the queen of Seheik's life before Synire showed up.

[Synire]

Name: Synire

Age: 20

Rank: Weyr-Folk

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: All-in-all, Synire is a petite male, and it's very much an odd sight to most people on Pern to see a five-foot-five-inch twenty Turn old male, but it's in his DNA. Standing at such a low height only adds more to Synire's ability to appare insignificant to even the keenest eye no matter the setting. Sure, he looks shady enough, but even then, it's clear to see he isn't going to be of harm to anyone. In fact, the fragile male is so thin it appears anyone could break him in half just by waving at him. His clothing hangs from his frame, he is malnourished and undermuscled. Nobody has ever questioned him why, and before anyone were to do that, they would have to get over his eminating aura of silence.

He has quite a numerous bit of scars, the most prominant being that of his left eye, a large burn that spreads from his ear to his nose, halfway up his forehead and halfway down his cheek, eliptical in shape. The other scarring, four on his back, crossing eachother in no real pattern, long and thin. The other two sets are on his arms, in perfect parrallel with eachother on the top of his arms, going from his knuckles all the way to his shoulders. Have a similar appearance to tiger's stripes, only pale white.

His hair follows the same droopy fassion of his clothing, hanging from his head, straight and dark, black as a raven's feather, a bit wispy at times and even during a light breeze doesn't seem to move. Only one grey eye is ever visible from under his brow, his right eye, and it always appears to be stone grey, never changing in it's singular hue. The clothing itself that this male wears is almost always tattered or torn in various places, just a set of grey "rags" that he keeps about his body to hide himself, it makes it that much harder to tell exactly how thin he is. Any and all clothing aside from the greys that Synire wears are possesed by Seheik, the brighter blues and whites usually contrast his pale white skin and darker hair, and so he avoids wearing these clothes in public, but likes to adorn them for Seheik's viewing, even if they are much larger than his small body.

Personality: At any peripheral examination of Synire's persona, all anybody would see is the fact that he never talks. He's a bit of a mystery to anyone but the people who had caused his strange mental state. He never talks about it, to anyone, he has a bit of a challenge speaking at all. Countless times have people asked him to tell him his name, or where he's from, or who he is or why he isn't speaking, and they are only answered with silence. It's a bit like jogging up an almost vertical slope, you might think you're getting somewhere but you really haven't ever accomplished anything. On the rare occasions he does speak, his voice is gentle but scratchy, underpracticed.

As for his relationships with others, Synire tends to reject contact with other humans almost intirely, the only current acception being Seheik, whom he associates with and is on a speaking and touching level, however the male still has yet to get much out of him on the line of discussing his past events. Most of his view on the world comes from the things Seheik shares with him, at least the little that they do talk about, and it has lightened considerably from what his more shady thoughts on the past portray.

Although he might be on the antisocial side, Synire really does try to break his horrid habbits, and once he even tried speaking to a woman that Seheik was aquainted with. Her uppity charm and slight laughter when returning the three words he'd uttered to her scared him into remaining silent, though. He responds to outgoing with withdrawl, and the only real way to get through to him is through slow, dileberately controlled conversation that is mostly one-sided until he feels he can answer back.

Synire is quick to blame himself for things that happen, and never questions authority, a true underdog to anybody who has a stronger will than his own. It never takes more than two spoken demands to make him do something, unless Seheik is there to speak for him, in which case he takes the more subtle road and tries to "disappear" behind him. He cannot protect himself, and really had he not been so stripped of his previous ways at such a young age, he would express his true pacifism.

He is more affraid of women than anything else, dragons do not make him affraid, however loud noises and quick movements put him on edge of panic, as well as shrill voices or when people snap their fingers. He has developed a bit of an obsessive-cumpulsive disorder and the little he eats without being forced by Seheik is usually organized symetrically before being devoured. Whenever he walks, he always looks at his feet and he never steps on lines or cracks on the ground. When he's in a room, the door has to be shut at all times unless Seheik is next to the entrance.

Most of all, Synire feels a real connection with his partner, Seheik, and it's as though no matter what he does or never says, Seheik always understands and interprets that into his own actions, or words, always on Synire's best interests. He is thuroughly convinced that he is in love with Seheik in the deepest way, although sometimes he does doubt if that exact same feeling is returned, and asks often.

History: It all began, of course, when the child was born. Five Turns were spent in an almost harmonic existance with anything small and insignificant. Synire was mesmerized by anything shiny, or brightly colored. A butterfly, a key to a door, things that normal grown ups consider meaningless.

This healthy relationship with the world didn't last long, though, as soon enough his parent's relationship began to be thrown into turmoil, starting with his father's obsession with the bottle. Numerously he would engorge himself with any alchoholic beverage available to himself, and eventually, after so many times, his mother joined in on the "fun". During his Sixth Turn of life, Synire's relationship with his parents deteriorated almost intirely. The first peice that was so very noticeable in this intire delima, came when our little Synire did ask to be fed by his father, after seeing virtually no food all day. The man, drunk well above his own ears, decided instead of giving him food, he would give him a heavy backhand to the cheek. Apparently that was a significant way of filling his child's stomach. That night, Synire went to bed in tears and hungry.

The next day he had though it would get better, but he was met with the same sort of rejection from his mother, for when he went to hug her good morning and get his breakfast, the woman was hung over and irritable. He eventually asked one too many times, and she stood right up, and kicked him in the stomach. She wasn't a very strong woman, so it didn't do much permenant damage... At least physically, but the six-Turn-old boy had much worse things to come.

Two Turns went by of this abuse and neglect, and Synire eventually learned what he could and could not do. He could not speak to his parents, he could only appear. He would stand and wait somewhere where they could see him, and eventually it would guilt one or both of them into doing something he needed to survive, such as feeding him or bathing him. He didn't get out of the house much, the other Holders didn't suspect anything was wrong with his family. But that was where they were at fault, and only Synire knew what was happening.

When he was Nine, his parents finally seperated, ending their troubled relationship. The worse part of that was that they both played the "I'm leaving RIGHT NOW!" card and packed up their things and stormed from the house. Synire had called after them, but been completely ignored by both of his parent's rage, and it occured to him the next day that he would not see them again any time soon. That day, he left the house for the first time unaccompanied by his parents, and imediately was gobbled up by questions and crowds of unknown people asking what had happened and why his parents had fled so quickly. Due to his unwant to speak, though, they eventually left him alone, and confused, with nobody to take care of him any longer. That night, however, he was fed by a nice old Uncle of the Hold.

As time went on and two more Turns went by, he was eventually taken care of by the drudges, as no longer did any of the elders wish to deal with a child who would not speak to them. His relationship with the drudges was not very blossoming either, he shied away from any and all human contact whenever possible. The Headwoman's orders were always so sharp and quick that they reminded him of his mother's yelling, and he would hide from the woman and burst into tears whenever she was around him. Although he was ten Turns old, people regarded him still as a small child, and the only clothing he had was that of the drudges, tattered rags or hand-me-down shirts. His old clothing had been long since grown out of.

But by far, the worst Turn came when he had turned eleven, as this was the year in which a particular fiend appeared in his life. To Synire, he had no name, but only a face... This boy was at least seven Turns his elder, and took great enjoyment out of picking on the younger child. At first it started with nasty words and obscene gestures, but soon it evolved into regular beatings, and what could only be described as slave labour. This boy forced Synire to do his bidding when nobody else was around, singled him out and made him humiliated. Why? Synire never found out...

When the boy was twelve Turns old, this older male decided to start a little game with him. For every time he did something incorrectly as asked, the male would add a mark on his arm. Synire did not understand what a mark on his arm was, and so figured that the punishment was just to discourage failure. He soon found out, after failing to deliver a pail of water in less than thirty seconds, that this was far from his guess. The older boy grabbed his wrist, pinned his arm to a table, took out his knife, and slowly dragged it across the top of hand until there was a large red and bleeding cut across his skin. Synire's screams were ignored, of course, as everyone had went to bed and they were in a remote part of the Lower Caverns... But the damage was already done well enough.

Moving ahead to a Turn letter, due to his antisocial behavior Synire's secerets were never told to anybody. He began to cover his arms after the second scar, and when his right arm was full, the boy had moved to the left. Soon enough the only place left was his back... And so it was that his scars were given. At one point, Synire was considering telling somebody about this menace, but it was only to his dismay that he learned that he was the Holder's son, and could do what he would with the drudges no matter what anybody said. The Lord Holder wasn't a very kind man, and that was well known as a fact, same with his drinking issue, which discouraged Synire from speaking to him directly, as well. And so there was nothing the helpless boy could do.

After not speaking to anyone, and hiding his arms, eventually he learned he could hide himself as well. Synire became a shut-in, he had found an abandoned room that nobody knew about, and he would only appear at night to take what food he could before he stole away to his secret location. Of course, his absence was eventually noticed, by none other than the menace of which he had been dealing with for three Turns now, and his absences would not go unpunished. Synire was captured on one of his food expiditions. It took three days for the man to think of a proper punishment, but when the day of judgement finally came for Synire, he had regretted ever hiding in the first place.

It was decided that, due to his "traitorous affairs" as the man said, that he would take an "eye for an eye", which again the thirteen-Turn-old didn't quite understand. Of course, as soon as the menace held a hot coal to his eye, then did he really understand, though he knew it was incredibly unfair. But there was nothing he could do when he was tied to a chair, and in three minutes, he found himself passed out from the pain. Still to this day he wonders if anyone had heard him scream, or if the black heart that had done that to him had any remorse. Of course, when he showed up the next day with a missing eye and horrible burns to be taken care of, finally then did they believe that the Holder's son was worthy of punishment, and he was banished to who-knows-where. Synire didn't care, he was only relieved that the man was gone... But he knew that he couldn't stay like this, he couldn't stay in this place where everyone questioned him. Why didn't he talk? Why didn't he know this, what was he doing there? Why wasn't he working? Where did he go? Why is he such a pain?

...And so he ran away.

His journey took three whole days, and he'd run out of direction within an hour of leaving the Hold. He quickly became lost, and eventually contracted a disease from drinking water from a lake. His main food source was anything he could forage from plants around the forest that surrounded his Hold, and it took a good five days for him to find his way out of the forest. He found a beach. A small fishing Hold was there, and it wasn't hard for him to stow away on one of the trollers that went out regularly to fish. Synire didn't understand boats or the ocean or storms, he had just overheard people saying "leaving the Hold" and "going out to sea", and so he hopped aboard when nobody was looking.

Due to his previous sickness, his trip was less than pleasant, and the seasickness as well as the disease from the tainted water he'd drank eventually weighed heavily on him, and he vomitted countless times onto the floor. Whatever was going on above deck, he didn't know, but he heard alot of shouting and wondered why the boat was rocking so much... Eventually there was a loud crack and water rushed into the storage compartment, which he barely pulled himself out of through the hole that whatever rock they'd hit created. Synire was of course, not a swimmer, and so he clung to anything he could find in the water, which happened to be a small plank of wood. The waves were still large and he was near rocks, so it was easy to say that he was thrown more than once at the side of them. Somewhere along the line, he was thrown head-first into one, and it knocked him unconcious, the last thing he remembered was crashing of waves.

But what he awoke to was finally something different. A blonde-haired boy who took care of him, made him feel better. The male took him to his house in Nyocia Weyr, where he learned his name was Seheik, and eventually, after four days of not speaking to him, worked up the courage to tell him his name. The kind boy and his dog would turn his life around for the better, and Synire would find himself Turns later able to speak to someone for once. Never about his past, or anything significant, but about a shining key or a pretty butterfly.

Pets:

Other: Synire can draw fairly well, but only with charcoal and on stone rather than hide. He cannot draw humans well, but can make a might fine dragon sketch or a landscape or two.

[Sparrow]

Looks like the app. is very good, although it appears you deleted the original? Anyways, Sparrow likes this one a lot. :3 Sorry I was gone for a couple days, it probably would have been good for me to see the other one... but oh well. =P

Synire sounds like someone in need of one of Tianthe's babies... >.>

Just one thing... I'm sure you're not looking for more trouble with the app., but if Synire is a Weyr-folk, I would like to see a little on how he ended up at Nyocia Weyr though. :3 Sparrow will accept as soon as I see that.

[Synire]

After reading the modifications to Seheik's profile about how he ended up at Nyocia, mine was a simple five-word adjustment.

So yeah. Now, when Seheik found him, the Harper just brought him to where he was currently living in Nyocia. =D

[Sparrow]

Okies, it's good then. ^^

Accepted as Weyr-folk