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Name: Chavel
Age: 27 turns
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: His preference is actually a widely debated unknown among his clientele— and even those well acquainted with him seem utterly baffled whenever the subject is brought up. It’s just one of those secrets the world may never know.
Craft: Mindhealer
Rank: Sr. Journeyman (he’s no longer receiving any instruction)
Physical Description: Chavel is the paradigm of the tall, dark and handsome gentleman every woman dreams of… sans some crucial inches and the tan, that is. He’s not a big man or a small man in stature— though he does appear to be on the thinner side beneath his clean-and-pressed robes, with lithe limbs, long fingers, slender wrists, and a delicate bird-bone skeleton seemingly fragile enough to break at the lightest disturbance. Thankfully, though, he’s a little sturdier than he appears and can handle an average workload easily when necessary.
His hair is a deep reddish brown (with the slightest hint of a natural wave) and very long, falling over his shoulder blades when down, but always pulled back in some kind of casual restraint. Usually this entails a nice low ponytail with some wayward bangs over either temple, but he’ll just as happily braid it when he’s feeling festive. After all, who said style is just for the ladies?
As for his facial features… well, they’re a little on the delicate side, but still definitely male, with a slightly angular jaw and a hint of upturning in the smooth-bridged nose. He’s constantly clean-shaven, too, though whether he keeps any stubble obsessively sheared or was simply ‘born hairless’ is debated. His eyes are a warm lavender brown color— and the right iris is actually slightly darker than the left, though it’s barely noticeable without staring him down nose to nose. Funnily enough, he actually has a pair of thin silver spectacles, too, but only wears them half the time and seems to function just as well in their absence. Some say it’s just another of his many ruses to confuse the public, but he’ll never tell.
Personality: To call Chavel a social butterfly would be the understatement of the century; dealing with people is his job, after all— and one he’s devoted to, heart, body and soul. When asked, most people would describe him as a fascinating individual— but just why they’re fascinated is something even they don’t know, and can’t quite put a finger on— while others simply pass him off as an overly cheerful moron with an unfortunate knack for getting under people’s skin. He won’t deny either of these things, and just takes it all with a perpetual smile.
After all, none of it is really untrue.
He’s really quite the master of shaping himself behaviorally to fit any circumstance, and will switch from charismatic boisterousness to sedate calm in a heartbeat if needed. Immensely clever and sharp-witted, he can also accommodate to any sort of banter, be it jesting or serious, with the best of them. In fact, the only real constant about him is his generally positive outlook on things; even if the world was ending, some say he could probably still find something to be happy over. He loves life, he loves people, and he loves making all of it better than he first found it… through any means necessary. Regardless of whether or not they want it.
That’s just the way he’s wired, and he seems in no hurry to change it.
History: Born to a humble weaver and seamstress in a hold the approximate size of a pinprick, Chavel's childhood was fairly average in every way. As an only child, his parents fully expected to groom him into their 'family business' once he had come of age, but like so many young holdbrats, he dreamed of the glorious rider life instead. After all, why on earth would he sit at a spinning wheel all day when he could fly through the skies on dragonback?
Much to his delight, the boy was searched at barely twelve turns in age and swept away to a Weyr for Standing. Oh, the chance to fulfill his dream at last!... except that, for some odd reason, fantasy and reality were failing to line up.
Just what was this crowded place full of anxious, irregular, and borderline disturbed people? They were hardly the shiny flying knights he'd imagined! Obviously they needed help-- and not just the kind involving bandages and numbweed and alcohol.
Epiphany struck within nights of his arrival, and he dropped from candidacy right there on the spot to pursue his new life's calling instead. There were enough riders already, so he would serve the Weyr in another way: by becoming the mindhealer it so desperately needed!
By the 'fragile' age of eighteen turns he had already graduated to the rank of Journeyman and left the Healer Halls to start Weyr work, having quite literally migrated from one to the next since. Ista is his newest 'project' to deal with, just having flown in recently via dragonback, and already he's scheming a whole new mess of therapy techniques to help assuage the place's overwhelming dysfunctionality.
Pets: He’s got two flitters now to date. ;D Here and Here... sort of. The blue will be Pavo and the... eggthing will be Tolo. Pavo is his original 'therapy flit' who's been with him a while, and will inspire the hoard to start.
Other/Talents: There has actually been rumor that Chavel has some kind of disturbing power to read minds in the past thanks to his seemingly uncanny ability for figuring out what’s wrong with a person (and who has something distressing on their mind in the first place), and while the truth may be a little less fantastic, it’s still no less impressive. In reality, he’s just exceptionally skilled at reading body language and picking up on the tiny nuances most miss in conversation… buuut at the same time, he’s quite happy to let the public go on thinking he’s got super powers, too.
He also boasts a rather odd talent for animal training— as demonstrated by the good manners and obedience of all his resident ‘Therapy Flits’. It’s not unheard of him to help some poor sap rein in a troublesome firelizard when they’re desperate.
Will this character be a candidate?: Nope!
... I'm open to any critique on him, but I think he's at least refined enough to turn loose on the Weyr legally now?
I'M SORRY, I JUST THOUGHT THE PLACE NEEDED A PSYCHOTHERAPIST REALLY REALLY BAD. orz
