Name: J'oss
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Senior Weyrling / Journeyman Harper
Appearance: J'oss is built sturdily, with broad shoulders, a muscled body that does also have some fat to it. He stands at about six foot, perhaps an inch or two shorter. His face is wide with a strong, square-shaped jaw. His nose is flat against his face, crooked slightly to the left from where it's been broken before. He has a scar running through his right eyebrow where the hair doesn't grow.
His skin is naturally light, though he seems to sport, usually, a slight tan. His eyes are narrow and colored a striking light gray. His hair is light blonde and messy, cut short due to a laziness to groom, though he occasionally lets it grow out. Running down the sides of his face are large sideburns that seem to make more noticeable his large ears.
J'oss dresses for comfort, though most of his clothes appear nice. He takes excellent care of himself, but he can often be seen dirtied as well. J'oss walks confidently, his shoulders back, and with his head up, which only adds to his image as a large man. He is usually either smiling a big, beaming grin, openly inviting other to speak with him or brooding quietly to himself. There is no happy medium.
Personality: J'oss is overly friendly. He approaches anyone, despite their knowledge of one another, and treats them as though they were close friends. While others may find this annoying, it can be quite a comfort to know that he can take any beating, verbal or physical, and still return bright and chipper the next day. While he does appear to be invincible, he can get hurt inside fairly easily and is pretty insecure about most people. But he finds himself less likely to be hurt if he's friendly.
However, there are exceptions to the friendliness rule. If anyone shows dark intentions about anyone else, he is automatically against it. It doesn't matter how close they are, if something malicious happens, he has a hard time forgiving it, especially moreso if it's premeditated. Forgiveness is a hard thing to win from him and he can be incredibly harsh to anyone who crosses the line into his bad list.
Even though he is friendly, the young man is a fighter. His large stature is put to great use whenever he requires it, and he can pretty much figure out how to use a weapon if its put in his hands, though he does take certain pleasure in using his fists. Whether he's just in a bad mood, defending someone else, or drunk, he tends to not talk his way out of a tense situation.
He doesn't get much attached to people, as he is likely to have a large number of them in his life at a time. There are his friends, his close friends, and then his bubble. People who get in his bubble are the ones he can always forgive, are the ones that can be intimate with him (for he does shun intimacy for any large amount of time if it's not with a close person), and are the ones who can just yell at him or Sesilarth and have him be there in a flash. He does allow flings and the like, it's not particularly hard to get him in bed, but unless they are in his bubble, they aren't anything the next morning besides a friend. Even if someone is in his closest circle and is intimate with him as a lover, unless they expressly state that he is to be theirs alone, it shouldn't be expected of him to keep to himself. He has a big heart.
J'oss is incredibly gifted when it comes to music. He can work well with instruments, can compose unique songs, and loves to learn more just in general and about his craft. However, with these gifts comes the slight price of being ruled by his emotions. J'oss doesn’t obey logic or common sense much. He listens to his gut and Sesilarth and that's pretty much the extent of it.
History: J'oss was born Josselir to a woman in the Lower Caverns of Telgar Weyr, though he remembers her only faintly. When he was but a few years old, his mother gave him to a friend for him to be fostered. She disappeared shortly thereafter, and Josselir was never told what occurred. Yet, the child adjusted and continued to live. He kept a large group of friends, constantly begging to go play around the Weyr, and, before long, he had the entire place (other than the rider weyrs where he was absolutely forbidden to go by his mother) mapped. When the time came to do their Harper lessons, Josselir showed an excellent ability to remember things that were taught him. The thought of learning excited the boy. He knew his Weyr; he wanted to know the rest of Pern as well. He began bothering the Harper as often as he did his friends, begging for stories, for knowledge.
When Josselir was ten, he attended a Gather with his foster family, where his friend was performing. The child, though dazzled by all the stalls, the people, and the activity, found himself rooted at a table near the stage, watching the Harpers, listening, absorbing. Rarely, he would glance to the dancers, also entranced by them and the fact they seemed so in tune with the music. When the Gather was over, Josselir could barely sleep. He spent the entire next day waiting for the Harper to wake, brushing off the attempts of his closest friends to draw him away from the Harper's room. The moment the door opened, Josselir rushed inside and begged to learn. Over the next few days, concepts were thrown at him, and he kept up easily. The idea was introduced not long after that he should go to Harper Hall to be an apprentice. The child had never had to make a harder decision in his life. For the next few sevenday, he spent his days playing with his friends, desperate for an answer, but found himself counting beats when he ran, humming faint snatches of songs from the Gather, and generally unable to focus on much else.
Not long after, he found himself at Harper Hall, an apprentice. He had an amazing aptitude with the music, and found himself doing quite well before long. He grew to be friends with many of the people around him again, and soon didn't pine for his home much at all. By the age of fourteen, he spent most of his time with his group of friends, each working with their preferred instruments to compose a greater piece. Josselir much preferred string instruments over everything else, though he was competent in most of the instruments placed before him. When it was called for, he would accompany Journeymen and women to Gathers to play accompanist. It was at one of these engagements that he met her for the first time. She was the daughter of a Harper and a dragonrider, who had been training under a Masterharper instead of at the Hall, and she was beautiful.
She joined him in a year at the Hall, and the two were inseparable. All the others in his life seemed to be cast aside for her, his muse, his inspiration, his Kela. They became joined at the hip, one never seen without the other. For once since the Gather five years before, music didn't matter. And it began to show. His practices slowed, his works became redundant, and his progress on the whole came to a screeching halt. Until he was sixteen, nothing else mattered. Until Kela told him she was leaving to return to her home Weyr, Fort, to Stand as a candidate in a clutch; until Kela told him that her studies – and her relationship – were starting to bore her; until Kela rejected his promises to change for her, to be who she wanted him to be. Josselir was crushed, and soon found himself strumming the simplest of melodies, returning to music where he had been failing, remembering his passion as though he was young again. He made his apologies to everyone he had cast aside and picked up from where he had left off not that long ago. He had no regrets and, looking back, found himself angry that he had fallen into such a terrible relationship. It was from that point on that Josselir stopped planning for a million different futures and started living for the moment.
His impulsiveness did not interfere with his studies, and he became a Journeyman shortly after turning eighteen. Before being assigned to a Hold, he requested the chance to return to Telgar Weyr for some time, to return home. Though he was sad to leave his friends behind, he had some sort of an idea brewing in the back of his mind, prepared for a chance to keep in touch with them. He returned home, finally, to find his family larger and just as welcoming as when he'd left. He remained around the Weyr for some months, reconnecting with people he'd lost track of, gathering their stories, and becoming entranced again for the second time in his life.
Dragons.
At eighteen, rather late in his life, he began to learn as a candidate should, performing above and beyond for the chance to Stand, as was his right as a weyrbrat, though he was loathe to admit. He continued to work as a Harper until his first Hatching. Being that close to hatchlings and being rejected hurt his spirits, but made him feel as though he had not yet made himself worthy. He began to focus only on the aspect of his candidacy, playing his instruments in his spare time until about the end of his nineteenth year when, during a fateful Hatching, a brown tumbled out of his shell. The brown made a beeline through the crowd, nudging others aside politely until he reached His, stopping short and with a merry trill announcing, Mine, I am very much hungry and would appreciate to be fed right now if it would not be much of an inconvenience. J'oss led Sesilarth to food a Weyrling and overly proud of himself. However, with their Weyrlinghood nearing it's end, J'oss can't wait for the title to drop so that he can become a full-fledged dragonrider.
Pet(s): None
Other: None
Dragon: Sesilarth
Age: Six Months
Color: Brown
Appearance: Sesilarth is a pretty average-sized brown, though perhaps a big longer than the typical. His head is wider that typical of a dragon, his eyes set further apart. His wings are long and big, and his tail is lengthier than normal as well. His hide is the color of dark chocolate. He bears a darker splotch along his rump with dots of the same color dotting it around, as though someone threw some paint at his back. The same color dots along his face, making it look like freckles. Other similar splotches cover his shoulders and the base of his wings and on his right leg.
Personality: Sesilarth is a little more reserved than his bonded, though is just as eager to make friends. His attachments last longer and are more meaningful than J'oss's, and he has an excellent memory for his kin. Ses is pretty logical, when compared to his bonded, because he does have some form of common sense, which he utilizes quite often. He is pretty unexcitable and calm.
Something of note is his complete inability to speak concise. Either he takes forever to get to his point or hits his point early on in his speech and continues to ramble or repeat it in various sentences. He's in love with words, completely and utterly. He also enjoys music and the rhyme and rhythm given in it. For Ses to be without anything to say is completely odd for him.
He does have a major issue with being unconfident. He sees most things as a chance for failure and, with his mind being more on the sensible side, doesn't enjoy taking chances. The single time this doesn't take hold is when he sees something beautiful, be it a simple sunrise that gives him strength throughout the day, with its image burning a hole in his mind, or a female glowing as she Rises which inspires him to worship her through Chasing. Beauty detracts from his awkwardness as it inspires him to be good, to be worthy.
Other: None
