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Name: Tassiel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Role/rank: Candidate, apprentice harper
Origin: Fort

Appearance: Tassiel has straight, dirty blonde hair that he keeps in a neat quiff just past his ears. He's tan and tends to freckle if he spends long hours in good weather, with brown eyes almost an identical color to fresh brewed klah. He's rather tall, but has a slightly thicker build than either of his brothers. His clothes, like his hair, are typically neat.

Personality: Tassiel might be the most confident out of his siblings in all ways but one. From the time he was ten turns old, he seemed to have everything planned out. Nothing seemed to phase him. And then, he started noticing women. That's when all his trouble began.

Women might as well have been a species of undiscovered qualities, in his eyes. He became tongue tied. The words he wanted to say failed him. He wanted to tell them they were beautiful and a sight to behold, but they had the ability to turn his brain to gruel. Not every woman possessed this ability. His sisters certainly didn't seem to. He could speak freely around them without worrying what they might think, or what they'd say. He improved with time; or, less women got his attention anyway. Words came easier. He was no longer trying to impress anyone. What others thought didn't seem to matter so much.

He still has some trouble expressing his emotions verbally to any not closest to him. His siblings and friends will know his deepest fears and thoughts, his worries and doubts, but not others. It will take him a long time to verbalize any strong emotion, despite being well aware of them. He's not withdrawn, but bringing words to how he feels to friends and acquaintances alike is sometimes difficult. It's much easier to write about them, or to briefly refer to them before changing the subject or telling a punny joke. This has become less apparent as he's grown older; he still has some trouble getting the courage to speak to women. Well, one in particular. He does acknowledge--and act! on his feelings for the apprentice healer, but hasn't been able to bring himself to tell her how he feels.

Tassiel is a sweet young man, with a cheerful demeanor. He loves to make people smile with puns and jokes. He can be cheeky towards friends, teasing them and poking fun. He loves people and being around them, but not always being among them. He especially enjoys celebrations and spending time with his family. Turnover is his favorite. While he doesn't usually partake in the dancing, he does love to watch. People are so much better than any song could ever make them.

He's a talented singer, but you won't find this apprentice on stage. He prefers to write songs, not sing them.

He can be stubborn! He grew up with both an older brother, and a younger, so as the middle child, had to stand his ground. He will stand up for what he believes in, sometimes too firmly with peers. With authority, rarely will he object. He may groan about whatever chore he's been set to doing just as much as any other candidate told to clean the latrines.

Tassiel's confidence is in his own abilities. He writes well, and he's aware of his talent. He will proudly hand any friend or relative who asks (and sometimes if they don't) his latest work. And while he doesn't prefer to sing, he knows that if a master should ask him to, he would be able to do so.

Love is something Tassiel never really understood, and still feels as if it's a foreign concept. He's never felt the way he does for Bekah before. And if he can't tell her, well at least he can make her life a bit easier with mugs of klah when she has a night shift.

History: Tassiel was born to a pair of dragonriders who’d found each other during a green flight. Nine months later, the babe was delivered--not so gently, to his father. He was immediately placed in the crèche, where he grew until he was fostered.

The crèche was a crowded place. which led to plenty of arguments. For the first two turns of his life, Tassiel was poked, prodded, pinched, hugged, had his hair pulled; and he did just as much in return.

Tassiel favored the written word, once he was old enough for the Weyrharper to teach. He loved to write. Describing things he could see around him, and sometimes things he could only see in his head. He found that visiting the crèche with younger siblings in all probability—was the worst choice ever.

Tassiel found, though, that he enjoyed the younger set’s company, when they were quiet. This was unfortunately rare.

But! As younger siblings do, the children grew. Tassiel grew too, and in time he became closer to his stubborn younger siblings than he'd ever been with anyone. Plague returned and took many of the children’s parents. It took Tassiel’s too. He’d hardly knew them, with only the regular turnover gift showing up on his bed to acknowledge his existence.

At one point he became ill, and fell for a journeyman healer named Bekah. Any time he had free time he’d leave her gifts of hot klah, anything to make her life easier.