Erom : Ginhandler : Erosk

Basics

Name: Erom
Age: 32
Season of Birth: Mid Autumn
Birth Hold/Weyr: Local minehold
Time at Hold/Weyr(s): ~2 months
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Journeyman Miner, Ginhandler, [Wherlingmaster(?)]

Dragon/Wher: Gin Erosk (7a8692)

Pets: None




Play-By: David Tennant
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'1
 
Build: Lanky
Overall Description: Erom is a handsome man, not that you'd know it much under all that dirt. His eyes are a soft, deep brown and wide-set on a face that can only be described as 'broad'. Frankly, this man does not look like you would imagine a Handler to- more like a farmer or a boy who never really grew up. Rom is, at the time of this writing, almost constantly covered in dirt. He loves to tromp through endless miles of jungle and mud, and is not much for cleaning up afterwards.

In his long brown coat (which has never been and never will be clean), there are many pockets. There can never be enough pockets, to his mind. Pockets are secrets, bits and pieces of the life he has led.

His hands are the one especially odd thing about him. They are scarred and pitted, as though slashed with knives over a long period. So is the life of a Hunter's 





Likes:

Painting

Tough Riding

Gathers

Good music

Erosk (duh!)

Dislikes: 

Rainy days

Tanners

Boredom

Being come on to (for the most part)

Strengths:


Weaknesses:

Overall Description: Rom is…clueless. Or scatterbrained. Hey, what is that over there? If he's actually paying attention to, say, tracking, he's oblivious to everything else. If something doesn't hold his attention immediately, then he more or less vanishes into his own head. This, among other things, is why he didn't fit in well among the Hunters. And Faranth help him around music. He starts…dancing. Or whatever you want to call it, because it could also be a wherry mating dance. In general, he is a sweet fellow, always looking on the bright side of things. Easily excitable, Rom is one of the bouncier people you will ever meet.

In his spare time (what's that?) Rom enjoys drawing, and is never far from the small notepad he constantly carries. Pictures of hunters, pictures of scenery, sketch after sketch with broken journal entries around the edge decorate almost every cramped page.

Erom is a man who is easily impressed. It’s not sure if that’s a front for something else or not, but whatever it is, he’s always cheerful. Kids are great, dragonkin are great, and life on Pern is good.
Usually.
Tick him off, on the other hand, and you have a near demon on your hands. Sulking, rage, spewing venom for days, and he will talk to nobody but Erosk.

This has been balanced out considerably by Erosk’s influence. The Gin has been very firm in her treatment of Hers, forcing him into concentration and action even if it seems boring in the present. As a result, he is far more intense than he was as a young man, focused and singleminded on being the best Handler he can be.

Also, don’t let this boy near alcohol, ever- he’s a lightweight’s lightweight and gets easily swayed once he’s under the influence.





Mother:
Alon
Father:

Siblings:
Syrah (younger), Cazyel (younger, now C'zel) 
Children: None

Background: Good morning! My name's Erom, and it's a pleasure to meet you!

I am Erosk

That's my boy Erosk, we've been bonded...is it ten years now? Wow. Yeah, I Impressed when I was twenty-two, so that makes sense.

I was born at the Minercrafthall in the fall of 3076, good year, according to my parents. Uh...birth? Birth was pretty easy, or at least my mom lived long enough to raise us up, and last I checked she was continuing her Journeyman practice in the Minecraft. We still live in the same house, and Erosk has a shed of his own nearby where she can leave if he feels like it. We tried having him in the house as a Wherlet, but do you know HOW MUCH they teethe? And claw marks, oh, we had to get all-new furniture.

Erosk's rambles. Hush, Erosk's.

Okay, she's reminding me I'm getting off track. Okay, okay, forget I called him Buster. Early life? It was pretty normal, I guess, Me and my sister, we had a little gang, Them Varmits. Then we got Searched right and left, and others of us grew up...I kind of was the first, because I decided when I was fourteen I wanted to be a Handler and help in the mines. I had to study Minecraft and Whercraft simotaneously-a tough job, I tell you that!

When I was 22, I finally Impressed my beautiful gal here, miss Erosk. She was born with that name-smart as a whip, my gal. Course, Syrah always teased me I didn't have a very long name to start out with, so what could Erosk do?

Syrah, by the way, married this idiot named Avonn, biggest mistake of her life, if you ask me. My baby sister, getting married to some clunkhead out of back of beyond...she said he was smart. Smart mouthed, maybe. Now, keep that in mind, cause that's important.

I got a job as a mine inspector. I go down, investigate claims of bad mining in some places, or where the ground is bad. That's where Erosk really shines, don't you, sweetness? Yes you do! Okay, so I' a mine inspector, and I get called out to this little tiny claim, okay? Who should be running the claim, but Avonn? Idiot could barely tie his shoes, and he thought he could run a claim? Faranth, the idiocy! Well, he's got no watch-wher, no Journeymen, and most of all, he's using patio method to get silver rather than what the Minecrafthall ORDERS. Patio might be cheaper, but it's quite literally a path to madness, what with all the mercury it uses. I left to give my report, ordered him to not do any work till I got back.

Well, next thing I know, I hear there's been a murder, and while Syrah got shook up pretty bad, Avonn's dead, stabbed and left in a patio, Poor guy. An idiot, but poor guy.

Get to Weyr. Okay, you're wondering how I got to the Weyr? Well, after the whole incident with Avonn and Syrah, I did two things. One, I quit Minecraft. Too dangerous. Too many people not going to listen to you, get their silly heads knocked off. Two, I moved to the Weyr once I heard Syrah was there. I didn't want to see her hurt again. Of course, that wasn't my best job, because she immediately signed up for Dragon Candidacy. Do you know the rate of maulings? Insane, compared, to whers. I tried to talk her out of it, believe me, but she's hooked.

I've been here about two months, now, very nice place. I think I'm going to apply for Wherlingmaster, too. Those kids need help, and you know what? Us two are the ones to do it.