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Name: Rolestor
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Origin: Fort Weyr
Rank: Guard

Appearance: Rolestor is a burly man of 6’2’’, and rather intimidating to many he meets. A large man by default, the muscle on Rolestor isn’t chiselled. Especially as he has aged the man has taken on a thicker appearance. Barrel-chested and with strong arms and legs, Rolestor might be moving on in age, but he can still put most of the younger guard on their asses.
Black hair and beard are starting to pepper with gray, and Rolestor doesn’t seem overly concerned. His beard reaches just his collarbone, as any lower and his wife will come at him with scissors to fix it. Not one to focus on his appearance, the thick hair around Rolestor’s face does nothing to make him seem less intimidating. Indeed, if it weren’t for the intervention of others, the man would likely end up looking like the stereotypical mountain man. His eyes are a pale blue, getting closer to grey as turns pass.
Personality: Rolestor is what most people would consider a good man. He does his job, follows the rules, looks after his family and his wher, and largely keeps to himself. An honourable sort, the man likes his traditions and things being predictable. He can’t be bothered with all this hullabaloo about the wher leadership, changing policies and all that. If Pern had newspapers then it wouldn’t be unusual to find Rolestor hiding behind one with a mug of klah telling youngsters to keep it down.
Good-natured with those he knows, Rolestor can be distant with those he doesn’t. It takes a fair while, possibly even several turns, for someone to be accepted into Rolestor’s normal. Many young guards have come to the conclusion that Rolestor hates them. Only to be told that no, that’s just his face. In reality he might not even know who they are, he’s just naturally scowly.
Even those that are close to Rolestor would probably say he’s unapproachable. You could tell him about a problem, but don’t really expect a heart-to-heart to come from it. More likely you would get a grunted ‘You’ll be okay’, a stiff pat on the shoulder, and he’ll find something to do somewhere else. Fortunately, Tosk doesn’t seek much affection past a solid pat when she does a good job. She can feel that Rolestor is proud of her, and doesn’t need any overly lovey-dovey shows of affection. Even Rolestor’s children might struggle to come up with times that their father was openly affectionate with them. It isn’t his way to hug, although they could likely goad him into putting them in a headlock if they pushed it. Play wrestling was as close to physical affection that Rolestor got with his children, and is an interaction unique to them.
History: (Can be presented as bullet points or full paragraphs. Please try to include dates or character ages for major events.)
If you were to ask Rolestor about his life, he wouldn’t consider it to be very interesting. He was born as the son of a guard in Southern Boll. Growing up was uneventful and he trained to become a guard like his parent. When he was fifteen a blue dragon picked him out to stand as a candidate. His family was happy and sent him off to Fort. He stood for eight turns, until he aged out. Then he went back to guarding. He stayed in Fort, since it had been nearly a decade since he left home, so Fort felt more like home now.

After a few turns guarding, he was offered the chance to bond to a wher. It came with a pay rise, and he didn’t have anything better to do. It felt odd presenting himself to a pack of whers for an egg when he was pushing thirty. Still he came out of the whole thing with a small, pudgy, bitey, green wher. It was a good thing she didn’t have teeth when she first hatched. Adjusting to guarding with a wher wasn’t that difficult. It meant more nightshifts, and who constantly had a work colleague giving you a mental feed. Rolestosk was an independent gal right off the bat. She and Rolestor had a good relationship. They both cared for each other very deeply, but they didn’t need to be hanging off each other all the time to show it to each other. Rolestosk was happy to spend her days in the Weyr’s pack den and Rolestor was happy to have quarters of his own.

In his early thirties Rolestor managed to maintain a relationship long enough to marry. She was a weyrbred woman, who similarly hadn’t impressed. She found Rolestor’s insistence on marrying her and ‘doing it properly’ quite cute and so she agreed, the two officially marrying when Rolestor was 34. Lebara didn’t seem to have an issue with Rolestosk, and similarly the green didn’t have a problem with her. They’re pleasant enough, but you won’t find the two cuddled up when Rolestor isn’t around. Lebara sees Tosk as family, like a sister-in-law. A big, nocturnal, sister-in-law who is not allowed in living quarters. Lebara doesn’t want to pay for another rug, thank you.

Over the course of their relationship the pair have had four children. Rolestor wasn’t overly fussed on the idea of kids, but Lebara wanted them, so she got them. The oldest child is eighteen, and the youngest is nine. Rolestor loves his kids, but he’s really looking forward to when they’re all old enough to be doing their own things. Working nights and then having a child bouncing on you in the early candlemarks is not his idea of fun by any stretch of the imagination.

Wher
Name: Rolestosk (Tosk)
Age: 26
Colour: Green
Size: 5’4’’ tall

Appearance: Tosk is a big girl. She’s built to be a guard. Tall and heavily set. Just the sight someone does not want to see charging towards them at night. Her hide is dark, with soft gradient markings. She has the odd scar here and there from fights, but nothing extravagant.

Personality: Tosk has a lot in common with Rolestor, that’s likely how they get on so well. She’s dedicated and committed to her role. She enjoys the simple routine of doing her job, then relaxing with her packmates, and doing the same thing again tomorrow. Tosk is content with her place in the world.
If only she weren’t so proud. Tosk is proud of her job and how well she does it. She keeps all those ruffians out of the Weyr. The green likes to strut about when she’s out in the Weyr. All the not-whers need to respect her and everything she does for them. Her packmates all do their own jobs and are good at them, so they get away with it, but that’s about it. Human, dragon, male wher. They best all know that Tosk is doing her job and they need to move out of the way.
Her willingness to resort to physical force became obvious at a young age. Tosk has always been the type to pin first, ask questions later. Without Rolestor’s influence it would likely be bite first and ask questions later. Even among her packmates she’ll tend to use physical force to get her own way. It makes her a decently ranking member of the pack. She’s not at the top level, mainly because she doesn’t actually strive to be in charge. Tosk’s job is guarding, not leading. Maybe if she put her mind and her bulk to it she could rise in the ranks, but that seems like far too much effort for something she doesn’t really want.

Other: (Beginner bundle green wher)