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~Character Information~
Persona's Name: Janel
Pronounced: jah NEHL
Age: 20
Birthdate: 6/6/509
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
~Physical Information~
Build: 5' 10", He has a relatively heavy frame, but no meat on his bones, and is gaunt and bony, around 150 pounds if he's lucky.
Hair: dark brown verging on black, about fingerlength long and getting
longer. Pretty unkempt
Eyes: Dark brown. Usually surrounded by dark circles and shadowed with pain and near-madness.
Facial Features: His face, like the rest of him, is all bones and no meat.
Complexion: medium, was tanned but is now losing it.
Identifying marks/scars: extensive scarring on his throat.
Clothing: plain brown shirts and pants, work clothes really.
Accessories: a piece of chalk a piece of slate about a six inches square, and a rag to wipe the slate clean with.
Birthplace: Igen Weyr
Mother: Janera, 50, Greenrider, Igen Weyr
Father: E'lik, 60, Brownrider, Igen Weyr
Siblings: He has 10 known half sibs, eight on E'lik's side, two on Janera's, but no full sibs.
Significant Other: None
Children: None known, but possible.
Other: Zilanka (friend and protector)
Location: Red Star Weyr
Personality: Severely depressed, borderline suicidal, and, right now, not entirely sane. All he lives for is to work. It's all he has left. Morvanth's death has left him confused, anchorless, and vulnerable. Any attempts by people to draw him out of himself are met with either a brick wall of pretended deafness or nearly out-of-control displays of temper, depending on the day and
how he's feeling. The only one that has any luck with him is Zilanka. So long as she gives him work to do, he lets her fuss over him.
History: Concieved in a mating flight, passed off to foster parents the day he was born, Janel has always been the quiet one. His foster parents had quite a few other kids to tend to, and Janel just got used to fading into the background, making do on his own. He knows who his blood relatives were, but seldom had dealings with them. He didn't make many friends as a youngster, prefering
to go off on his own and read or just watch the others goof off.
All that changed shortly after his fourteenth birthday. He was sniffed out by a Searchdragon ... an unnecessary step for a Weyrbred child, but Janel would never have put himself forward as a Candidate. At any rate, he was officially declared a Candidate, and stood for two clutches before, the day after his fifteenth birthday, he Impressed Morvanth.
The advent of Morvanth into his life changed a great many things. No longer was J'nel allowed to sit on the sidelines and watch. Moravanth was an active youngster, playful and inventive, and insisted J'nel join him. They developed a deep bond, and J'nel slowly came out of his shell, developing into a good, solid, dependable rider. He and Morvanth transfered to Red Star Weyr in 528 at the request of the Igen Weyrleader. The pair settled in relatively quickly and buckled down to the work of making the Weyr livable with a will.
Then everything started to fall apart. Oroma was killed, the other two goldriders attacked repeatedly, the Candidate Barracks destroyed ... and then Osvadth rose. Morvanth wanted her. J'nel let him try. Neither knew this would be the last time they flew together. Near the end of the flight, a dart came out of
nowhere and slammed into J'nel's throat, slicing his windpipe ... and his voicebox ... to ribbons. Morvanth, thinking his rider dead, went /between/.
But J'nel, now Janel once more, did not die. Since then he has had a great deal of difficulty. Part of him wants to give up, to die ... and part of him wants to keep on living. For now, he teeters on the edge of madness, managing to keep it at bay by working himself ragged, so that when he finally has to stop, there is no time to think, to remember, before sleep claims him. Without Zilanka to watch over him, he would forget to eat ... he still does much of the time ... and she is the only one that can keep him from losing it completely on his bad days. Since the attack, he hasn't been outside, and refuses to get anywhere near a dragon. Whether he will ever be able to function on a somewhat normal basis is still in question, but the answer seems to be yes ... for now. The damage to his thoat has left him almost totally mute for the rest of his
life, so his only means of communication is the chalk and slate he carries.
Dragon
Name: Morvanth
Color: Brown
Age: DECEASED
Information Last Updated: 10-09-04