[Weyrbrat] Hinuk

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Name
Hinuk (H’nuk)
Age
Eleven Turns [11]
Gender
Male
Rank
Weyrbrat
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Appearance

Hinuk
Hair: Strawberry blond.
Eyes: Sapphire.
Height: Four feet & seven inches.

At 4'7" of height Hinuk is quite on the runt size for one of his age - for most are already nearing, at or passing the average height of 5 feet. His hair always retains a 'spiky' effect, which doesn't seem to ever disappear. Whenever he gets wet his hair will go down (around neck length), though it still is common to see a few bits sticking out at odd directions - retaining his 'spiky' looks. Quite tangle-free, something convenient for the boy, and easy to keep Hinuk is quite happy to simply pass his hands around his hair a few times upon waking up to brush it, before continuing on with whatever day activity or prank he may have in mind.

To add charm to his strawberry blond hair and tanned skin his eyes are of a sapphire hue. Quite pretty, according to many, and innocent looking Hinuk is an expert at portraying this 'puppy look' that says 'I didn't do it 'cause I'm a sweet little boy' to the grown-ups - and occasionally manages to save himself from any trouble with this handy trick.

Though nowhere near as having 'muscles', this kid isn't lanky either - nor chubby. He's slim, though still has enough strength for one of his age. Bear in mind he's only a kid, so he wouldn't be able to do some tasks or chores requiring boundless amounts of strength - but if in a fight with others of his age this kid is sure to have an upper hand. He's also quite agile, though that comes from the environment in which he was raised. He’s more of a runner than a fighter, really, though by no reasons this means he can't land a good punch on another kid.

As of yet he only has one scar, and that’s on his left tight close to the pelvic bone. It comes from an incident he had when small and, though healed through the years, it gives him some shots of pain every once in a while. The scars consist of four lines, the two in the middle longer than the two at the sides and in a diagonal trajectory.

Personality

Brat.
Brat, brat, brat.

This kid is used to getting what he wants and when he wants it. Though, if he doesn't get it he won't go around throwing tantrums. Oh, no. Hinuk is the type of kid that will then bend the rules and find a way to get his hands on what he wanted in the first place. And he isn't afraid to spoil his dinner, either. ((XD)) When and if he gets caught the kid turns on his sweet charms, often acting as innocent as possible around the adults. With this 'background' and his innocent, puppy-dog eyes he often manages to fool many of the adults into believing he is completely innocent from all charges and that someone else must have been trying to frame this 'poor, sweet and gentle' soul.

Around others of his age his actions depend. If they are older and stronger he isn't stupid to go around getting into fights, though if they are younger he has been known to quickly gain dominance over them. He’s the type of kid who isn't scared of punching another square in the face if needed, though he never raises his hand against a girl. That doesn't mean he won't yell at them, though.

His favorite known color is the blue, no surprise there. (((XD))

History

He was born into the life style of travelers, in a caravan that used to pass across the Weyr once a year. His father was the leader and his mother another woman other than his wife. Of course, the matter was known for everyone in the group - except for Hinuk. The boy grew up thinking the leader was his uncle and his real father had passed away. Still, the man often spoiled his son - and even preferred him over the three turn older lad he had with his wife. This caused a rivalry between Hinuk and his 'cousin', Ketoh.

On his fourth birthday the caravan had stop at a nearby hold at the time, celebrating his special day. Later that night he'd gone out to snoop around the hold - before coming across the Watch-Wher by mistake. The young Brown left his four slashes on his left tight, close to his pelvic bones, for the boy to remember their encounter. Countless more occasions Hinuk got in trouble for his actions, but that was the nature of the boy. And in many more occasions he got out of them without being scolded.

Over the years both boys competed against one another - and both were being trained to be fighters one day. Hinuk had taken a liking to swords, while Ketoh preferred daggers. Their training never went further than foot work and a few moves, however, for destiny seemed to have other plans in mind.

One night, after beating his 'cousin' once more in a race the older lad babbled out at him in pure spite and revenge, giving Hinuk the truth behind his father for the first time. ”You're just a bastard son, born to that worthless woman! I don't even know why our father cares about you!” Hearing those words Hinuk had been shocked, running off into the woods for hours as the shock was slowly dismissed. Only after he had convinced himself that what Ketoh said was only lies did he returned, set on asking his mother about this and confirming his believes: Ketoh was lying. He had to be lying.

What greeted the child, however, wasn't the usual warm scene of people around a camp fire but the slaughter of a raided caravan. Ambushed by thieves they had slaughtered every person in the small group, stolen anything of value and fled. His half-brother, fourteen turn old Ketoh, was the only other one missing. The rest of the caravan members weren’t as lucky as the two boys and were all found slaughtered -- including his mother, his real father and his father’s wife. He ran away from the sight, frightened and now alone, before traveling through the slightly familiar woods.

Finally he arrived to the Weyr a few weeks later, malnourished and dehydrated as he was, on the back of a Green – accompanied by her Rider. The duo had found the child while doing a routine scan of the area in search of any falling thread or other dangers, and her dragon had insisted to bring the boy – and that he should be a Candidate since there were so many eggs in the sands. Sadly, he was one turn too shot of the required age -- though Mika decided she would speak with the Clutchmother's Rider to see if anything could be arranged.

Pets
None

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Preference
You pick. :3

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