Name: Kallian
Age: 17
Nameday: 3558.02.28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Uhhh.
Craft: Painter
Rank: Apprentice
Location: Western Weyr, originally Whitecliff Weyrhold
Physical Description: Silver eyed with wild, medium length blond hair. Not a natural blond - his black lashes give him away. Kallian is a beautiful young man from a hold known for producing beautiful young men and women, and finds his own appearance to be middle of the road. Especially after a near death during Threadfall left his face practically cloven in two. The injury healed well, leaving an angry scar across an otherwise comely face. Generally covers up because his body is just as scarred.
Personality: If Kallian ever was vain, that vanity had long since been crushed beneath the weight of a terribly scarred visage and form. He has managed, overall, to maintain a moderately cheerful disposition, diving into his work above forming deep friendships with his cohorts. All the same, when those bonds do form, he is loyal to a fault, quick to defend his true friends when he feels they are being threatened or mistreated. Able to project an aura of confidence, Kallian nevertheless tends to be clingy with those who grow close to him, as if waiting for them to toss him aside. And make no mistake, he has been tossed aside before - one such incident led to the catastrophe which altered him so visibly. There is an undercurrent of anxiety hovering beneath that outer armor, as if one wrong move, one wrong word, might send it crashing to the ground. Inherently selfish when it comes to his own wants, he won't hesitate to put himself first.
Positive Trait List Cheerful, loyal, confident
Negative Trait List Insecure, selfish, anxious
History: Once upon a time, an infant child was born to a pair of young lovers. As much as they wanted to keep him, they really were too young to be raising a baby together. Ultimately, their efforts to bring him up brought them apart, and they parted ways before he was above the age of two. As a result, Kallian has very few memories of his mother, indeed, but quite a number of a memories of his father. And, of course, the man that his father brought into their household. The relationship between his father and Thedred was almost parental, but that was only the veneer - his 'parents' had a loving, romantic relationship, for all that one was at least twenty turns the other's senior.
A mercenary by trade, Kallian's stepfather grew to love the little family with all of his heart and settled down with them in their native Whitecliff Hold. This suited little Kallian very well, as he quickly learned how to tug on the man's heartstrings. He wasn't a bad child, for all of that, with a genuinely cheerful temper, especially as a small boy. His beautiful father, Kinnan, spent his days modeling for a particular artist, bringing in marks in that manner.
At first, all seemed well. His stepfather traveled often to complete his contracts, returning as much as he could to visit his little family. Kinnan and Thedred never had any children of their own, for Kallian was quite a handful to begin with, if a darling little handful. Besides which, the mercenary was terribly smitten, wrapped around the small boy's finger. So it was a great shock when he discovered Kinnan in bed with the artist he'd been modeling for - more so because the man had begun training little Kallian in his craft.
The fight that that precipitated left one man utterly heartbroken and the other sullenly resentful. Although he loved his 'son' with all of his heart, Thedred could no longer bear to be in his ex-husband's presence, severing their bond for once and for all. It seemed that Kinnan had been cuckolding the mercenary for Turns, always lonely when his lover left to make his marks. The revelation shattered everything in Kallian's life. He had lost his loving parent, his master, and trust in his father... all at once.
It seemed that everyone was intent upon leaving the boy. For the first time in his life, the young lad yelled at his father, calling him all manner of names and swearing that he would leave to follow his real parent, whether Kinnan liked it or not. But Thedred was a dragonrider and he was long gone. Completely crushed by the reality that he had lost the only real father he had truly known, Kallian returned back to his home, only to discover that he was now very much unwelcome.
So, in spite of his dislike for the man, the boy returned to his master and begged for a place at his hearth. He was a talented young painter, already showing promise for all of his short turns. For a time all seemed well. He just had to pretend to be okay with the man, and soak up everything the painter knew. Throwing himself into his craft, Kallian was determined that he would never again have to rely on another. Not if he could help it. Yet in the end, it was all for naught.
"You're big enough to be on your own," the man told him gruffly. Kallian knew why he was being turned out. For as long as the man kept him company, his beautiful model, the boy's own father, would not go near him. And so the man chose Kinnan above Kallian, whose fault had been written in the stars from the very beginning. Alone again, he ran away. He could have turned to anyone else at the Hold, but he had already done his share of begging.
It was then that a further misfortune befell him. For Threadfall had returned, and he'd been caught out in it. At first he thought that he could get to shelter in time. He'd been so close to the river all of his journey up until now - where had it gone? Frantic, the young man ran as fast as he could, stumbling over himself in the process. In his haste to escape, he dropped what few painting supplies he'd had left to him. A moment's hesitation nearly cost him his life. It did cost him a pretty face that had been a match for his father's.
For the thread ate into him, sending the lad into screaming pain. It was only luck that saved him then, for a sweep rider had been circling nearby and caught sight of him just in time. With claws extended, the green dragon scooped him up and took him between, where his screams were met with the ultimate nothingness. He passed out, near to death, and awoke covered in bandages at Western Weyr. The healer responsible for his care informed him that the green dragon had selected him for candidacy.
Grateful for the rescue but still too numb to truly care where he was, Kallian passed out once more. It took turns to bring the scarring down to the level where it is now at, and the ravages left are a clear reminder to him of the cruelty of others - and of the whims of fate. As confident as he once had been of his future, he now finds himself insecure, for everything rests on his ability to Impress to a dragon. Who, after all, would want a painter with no dreams?
Other: Kallian is particularly good at portrait work, although he can paint a decent landscape, if called upon to do so. Slow to trust, he'll be looking every potential friend or love interest sideways. He's fairly convinced, as well, that the majority of the candidates are deadglows, as someone punched an egg. Possibly multiple someones, bright Faranth.
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
