Journeyman Weaver; Dragon CandidateAge-Out Date:
Nave is a sweet man. Kind, considerate and affectionate, he tends to put others first. He isn’t a worrier, but will take his time to think over a situation and weigh the pros and cons. That said, he is still wildly adventurous and it takes a great deal for him to turn down the chance to try something new and potentially exciting.
He is the sort to stop everything to help someone with a skinned knee or to show up unannounced at a friends’ weyr to help them through a tough time. He’s a giver, though because of this he oftentimes forgets to care for himself. He’ll encourage everyone else to eat, only to let his food go cold on his plate.
He likes being useful, likes having purpose. It takes next to nothing for him to voice his opinion.
He thrives around people, thrives when involved and doing something he feels is useful. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, most of the time, though most often they are good ones. He is encouraging, go-get-um and generally a very active individual. He puts others first and has absolutely no hesitation when it comes to adventure.
He craves approval and acceptance and will go above and beyond to receive praise. Appearance:
Nave is tall and thin as a whip. Perpetually pale, he has long blonde hair that is almost white if he doesn’t get enough sun. His eyes are a pale blue. He’s fairly well muscled from a life at the Weyr, but comes across as more sinewy than bulky. He seems incapable of putting on weight. When he does get out in the sun, he burns. Quickly.
His fingers and most of his hands seem perpetually dyed brown (or is it green? Blue? Maybe purple… It’s really hard to say.) His hands are rough and calloused. He tends to keep his hair loose or in a braid, as it hangs nearly to his waist. Family:
NoneHistory:Abuse rape and other Bad Things mentioned. Worst hidden under a spoiler.
Nav was born in High Reaches Hold to a pair of holder parents as the third in a series of seven children total. He very quickly learned that it was best to keep one’s head down and work hard.
Their father was generous with his fist and their mother wasn’t much better. They fought with one another often, their making up usually resulting in another child which brought about more arguments. It was a vicious cycle that Navenax seemed trapped in.
His eldest brother took off as soon as he was able, deadset on being a healer. His sister followed suit, but went into tanning. Navenax quickly learned that the brunt of his parent’s attentions were directed at whomever was oldest and there.
Nave poured affection on his younger siblings, eager to take the brunt of his parent’s punishments if it meant they were kept safe. But he couldn’t do it forever, and when the opportunity presented itself, headed off to Southern Boll and weavercraft as soon as he was of age.
His apprenticeship was met with it’s own challenges, beyond the usual struggles of taking up a new craft. He had to learn how to trust and how to make friends. He took to it like a fish to water. He made friends and blossomed, proving to be quite the social butterfly. He soon had his small group of friends among the apprentices, helping one another and working together when allowed. Nav was happy, which he hadn’t really realized he wasn’t until he was. He ate up everything he could, being especially fond of learning the dyes and how they were made. While he had some skill at the loom, it was dyeing that proved to be where his skill lay.
Life happened around him, of course. Not that Nav noticed. Weyrs seemed so far away and he was determined to succeed. Different colours hatched, Doomfall happened and Nav was aware
of these things, but they affected him very little (in his opinion. He lost no one during the doomfall, but that made it no less terrifying.) He tends to live in the moment, so these things were acknowledged then brushed aside so he could focus on work and relationships.
As Nav grew older, an older apprentice befriended him, and “helped” him along. The older boy took him under his wing and, for the first time in Nav’s life, made him feel wanted. Their relationship grew and was eventually sexual, despite Nav’s reservations. But it brought praise afterwards and Nav thrived on praise. When the older boy walked the tables, he celebrated by drinking too much and found Nav studying late at night. He left Nav there afterwards, confused and alone.
Nav ceased speaking to his ‘friend’ and threw himself into his work, thriving on the crafter’s praise. He lived for their praise. He grew quieter, but didn’t speak of the incident and was eventually brought back to his usual cheerfulness by a present and loving circle of friends. He avoided other relationships, but continued to nurture his group of friends, encouraging them and being encouraged by them and, eventually, walking the tables at twenty.
He was sent to Western, which surprised him, but pleased him. It was exciting and different! He was, for the first time, proud of himself. Upon arrival, he was approached by a dragon that claimed he'd be a good candidate, which was news to Nav!Adoption Preference:
: YesImpression Preference: This section is completely optionalDesired Colors
Purple > White > Blue > Burgundy > Pink > Cyan > Green > BlackBanned Colors
Disagreeable, combative, prankster, troublesomeIn-Character Considerations
Does he really need both legs?Using Character Slot from Shop
Desired name: N'ax, Na'ax, Na'x, Nav'x, Nav'ax,