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Name: B’nar (formerly Boinar)
Age: 40 Turns
Nameday: 3535.08.29
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider/volunteers as a Weyrsinger
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper
Physical Description: If bears existed on Pern, B’nar looks like he was born to wrestle them. A massive man standing at 6’8”, his arms and chest are extraordinarily muscular. As strong as he is, his stomach indicates that he’s had plenty of good meals in his life, and he’s not ashamed of it. He has long, messy black hair, and more carefully groomed facial hair.
Personality: When B’nar enters a room, one can’t help but be aware of it. Not only is he huge, but he practically radiates swagger. Yes, he’s a man who’s sure of himself and his place in the world, and no, you can’t tell him otherwise. Though his confidence allows him to make decisions or take control if need be, it also bleeds past the point of being positive into…. well, arrogance. B’nar can be far too confident in himself, and his cocky attitude can absolute drive people away from him before he realizes it. He isn’t afraid to step on toes or throw his weight around if there’s something he wants, and if he wants something, he’s not shy about making that clear. He’s hardly fazed if he rubs someone the wrong way, but his time working with others at the Weyr has let him know just how important it is to be able to rely on his fellows. He’s learned how to temper himself when the situation really calls for it. When he chooses to control himself, said confidence helps to inspire his fellow riders, and rest assured, B’nar has confidence to spare!
Despite his intimidating figure, the man is a cheerful fellow, and never hesitates to try and invite others into enjoying a drink and a song!. Life will always be filled with pain and sorrow, so it’s up to him to offer smiles and mirth whenever he can. He won’t hesitate to greet strangers like long lost friends, and those who he is close to… well, they’re family by now! Even if others really don’t want to be part of the festivities… B’nar might as well just drag them in anyway. He’s a hard man to say no to, and doesn’t hesitate to use his size as a way to steer things in what he thinks is the right direction. Let it be said that he isn’t a cruel or bad person--just forceful. There’s nothing more B’nar loves than a good time, and he tends to overindulge in whatever he wants at the time. Be it good company, drink, or food (and his waistline can attend to the later), B’nar sees no reason to limit himself. Who knows how long they’ll live? Best to enjoy everything while you can.
In that same spirit, B’nar is an adventurous sort who never backs down from the chance to experience new things. Be they places, food, stories… He’s always enthusiastic for more. Why, if it hadn’t been for Loaeth’s insistence to return to the Weyr to fight, he’d have been hard pressed to leave his life of pirating. The ocean, and all the sights he got to see…! Ah, but Pern depended on him more, and Loaeth would never be happy even if the blue enjoyed traveling as much as he did.
Positive Trait List Confident, jovial, adventurous
Negative Trait List Cocksure, domineering, hedonistic
History: Boinar was the only child between a pair of artists--proud, haughty folk who had been engaged in a tempestuous relationship for Turns now. They’d never intended to have a child, and though the boy was fed and clothed, there wasn’t much love or affection in his life. Each parent usually assumed he was being cared for by the other, and Boinar was left to his own devices to entertain himself. He enjoyed exploring the Hold and making up adventures for himself, using his imagination to stave off the loneliness.
As soon as he turned eight, he was sent to the Harper Hall so he would be out of his parents’ hair for good. The boy embraced the lifestyle, eagerly eating up his lessons with boisterous enthusiasm. Life was fairly uneventful until he hit puberty. He was no longer the small, precious youth with a pure, clear voice, but suddenly a gangly, awkward teenager. His voice broke more often than not, Boinar was extremely unsure of himself. He feared that he might be kicked out of the Hall… but his mentors were quick to reassure him that this was all perfectly normal, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere. As Boinar continued to grow, he began to pack on quite a bit of muscle to pad out his height. His voice finally settled into its adult range of a deep, rich baritone, and Boinar was eventually able to walk the tables when he was twenty-three Turns.
With all of Pern suddenly open to him, Boinar eagerly set off, ready to explore and continue to learn all he could. He traveled across the Northern Continent for about a Turn, earning his food and bed with songs and stories. His wanderlust was hardly sated, and the man decided he would travel to the Southern Continent, as well…. Rather than take a short trip Between, Boinar set off by ship. As long and sometimes rocky as the journey was, the Harper found himself loving every moment of it. Upon arrival, the man wandered for a good portion of another Turn, marveling at the differences between the two continents.
Intending to pass through Monaco Bay Weyr in order to explore further, Boinar had the extraordinary luck to arrive just as a clutch on the sands was beginning to hatch. Fascinated, the young man stayed to watch the event, intent on using the moment to compose a new song. He’d been conversing with another Stands-goer, laughing in a boisterous sort of way when a skinny little blue shattered its shell. Hissing with contempt, the hatchling tore his way through the crowd, slashing and snapping at anyone stupid enough to stand in his path. Marching right over to the edge of the sands, the tiny creature glared right up at Boinar with blazing red eyes. Was it lost, he wondered? Did hatchings get lost?
Stop being an idiot. You play the fool very well, but I have no time for it. Come down from there and feed me.
Giving a jerk in his seat, the Harper could only stare at the small hatchling even as he felt the most peculiar sensation welling up inside of him. Love. Acceptance. Adoration. Loaeth knew all of his secret insecurities and doubts and dismissed them with scorn. How could His be anything but perfect? Even if he could be an utter dimglow at times.
From that day forward, he was B’nar of blue Loaeth. The pair was taught just enough to know how to fly and Between safely before they were left to their own devices. The entire world was theirs to explore, and as sharp as his dragon could be, he shared an adventurous spirit with his rider. One thing led to another… and B’nar found himself joining a pirate crew. He’d developed a deep love for the sea, and a dragonrider made for an excellent scout.
For twelve Turns, the pair helped to pillage the rich and visited port Holds all over Pern. B’nar put on quite a substantial bit of muscle thanks to life at sea. The man was expected to be called on for his brute strength, and he filled the role admirable. He could certainly be relied on to entertain the crew as well, and learned quite a collection of colorful new shanties. Life was good--and more importantly, life was interesting.
When Thread fell, their ship found itself quickly devoured by the mindless silver strands. B’nar and Loaeth escaped Between, saving what crew members they could. At this point, Loaeth demanded that they rise up to fight the ancient enemy, and they quickly enlisted at Western Weyr. There, they were taught how to flame and fight Thread, and have been assisting ever since.
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