Name/Nicknames: Basil MacIntyre
Gender: male (quietly bisexual ... that would be part of his gender identity, I suppose)
Rank/Position: sled pilot
Age: 23
Birthplace: Munich, Bavaria, Germany - Terra

Physical Description: 5'9" tall, with a lean, tightly-muscled build - much more powerful than it appears to be, since mostly he just looks slim. His eyes are intense, lively brown, beneath defined amber brows and a raggle-taggle mop of dark-gold, honey-brown curls. His face is far from classically handsome, although it carries a certain charm; the sparkle in his bright eyes when he grins is breathtaking. His nose is down-turned, his chin stubborn, his ears somewhat protuberant. His square jaw and lean cheek-bones speak to Germanic ancestry; the freckled cream of his skin speaks of Welsh roots. The other components of his ancestry - Native American, Latino and Ukrainian - are not as noticeable in his physical features.

Personality: Vivacity defines Basil MacIntyre in a variety of ways; his passion for life and his various obsessions, once he gets set off on them, are almost terrifying. His vibrancy is only matched by his panache; he carries with him at all times an exaggerated penchant for the dramatic and an inborn sense of comedic timing, matched by the constant sensation - of which he is vitally convinced - that the whole world's a stage and that everyone in it is designed to be an audience. Cocky, energetic, impish, with a certain barely-veiled disrespect for authority that generally couples with the "class clown" mentality. There may be secret depths here - especially in the middle of the night, when thinking always tends towards darker thoughts - when Basil proves himself the intelligent, witty person he thinks himself to be. But few people take him seriously, and that's the way he intends to keep it.

Background: Basil grew up underneath high expectations. At first he would have none of them, but steady manipulations from his father developed in him an almost unhealthy streak of perfectionism. Driven became a good word for the young Basil, from an early age; he would push and push himself until there was simply no further for him to go. He learned to mask this from anyone outside the family, because otherwise there were inconvenient interruptions from psychologists letting him know that he was, one day, headed for a nervous breakdown. But he grew stronger, instead.

It was never a comfortable household growing up. He had the brains for it, but at first not the focus; it was torture for him to sit down to his studies when he could be out learning music or dance or acting in an amateur theatre production or playing at various energetic sports. He was of a creative bent and always, secretly, thought of becoming a writer or an actor when he grew up - or both; that was always the most favorable option. He was pushed by his father towards the sciences and mathematics; he had a considerable gift for math, especially higher math, and his ability to delve into the bewildering weirdnesses of "quantum" mathematics astonished his teachers.

His "recesses" were learning to fly with his uncle, a man who was reputed to be able to fly "anything". He looked forward to the weekly sessions with Alfred Cohein, if only because they meant he could get away from his father's constant disapproval of his leanings towards creativity. He had never known his mother; she left his father when he was too young to remember. He learned to love the feeling of control and freedom from the oppressive forces of his home life when he was in the air, and added his ambition to become a pilot to the list of his secret dreams.

But then his world changed. Although his older brothers opted to stay behind, his father and stepmother had opted to take himself, Edgar and James with them to the colony.

As for the choice of profession, he felt as though everything that he'd secretly dreamed of had been stripped away from him with one stroke; there weren't a lot of off-planet cinema geniuses and the "fresh start" mentality of the other Pern colonists wouldn't leave a lot of room for people who only wanted to choreograph a tap masterpiece (Basil's dreams were never very ironed out). He did not wholly abandon them, but he threw himself into his hard mathematical studies with a will, learning faster and with more focus than he ever had before, because he didn't really have much choice. He knew he could have stayed on Earth, if he wanted, but adventure and a new frontier beckoned, and he couldn't think of a solid reason to stay.

He lost his only blood sister, Mariah, in the first Threadfall. He wasn't motivated by revenge when he applied for candidacy; but by a burgeoning recklessness and a passion for danger that came with the newfound freedom of piloting a sled - doing something that his father disapproved of - and living away from home for the first time in his entire life ... although Mariah's death was certainly part of his motivation.

FAMILY:
Father: Lewis J. MacIntyre, M.D., age: 55
Stepmother: Sylvia MacIntyre, mechanical engineer, age: 38
Brothers: Talbot, Edgar, Lewis,Jr., and James McIntyre.
Sister: Mariah E. MacIntyre, deceased (first Threadfall)
Stepsisters: Mbane and Kiki Djangho. Ages: 5 and 11, respectively

Uncle/Mentor: Alfred P. Cohein, sled pilot.

FRIENDS:

Sadly, Basil is lacking in this department; he has many acquaintances but has never managed to open up to anybody - really open up - enough to call anyone friend. This is part of his psyche as a bottler.

Hobbies & Skills: He likes to sing, and often does; his voice is a light tenor, not bad but obviously untrained. He likes to dance, as well, and secretly still harbors that ambition of performance dance and amateur theatre and given the opportunity would leap at it.

If your persona were a song, the title: "I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone"