RW: Brown Wherling Keltin (20)

Age: 20 Turns (Born February 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Appearance: Keltin reaches an average height of five foot five, and weighs 156 pounds with his larger frame. He certainly is muscular, with all the work he had to do as a child and a teenager. This makes him fairly strong physically speaking, and he knows it. Keltin has finely honed muscles, meaning those on his chest and arms. He can have an imposing figure if you don't expect it, but he doesn't try to use that to his advantage. Despite being homosexual, he commonly takes the masculine side of things, which makes for his appearance. Of course, he doesn't work for free, so for a small extra sum, he will play the part of the female. He stands firmly on his feet, making him hard to knock over, though his legs aren't as toned as his arms.

This young man has fair skin, an even balance due to spending time outside, but also spending many a day in various personal weyrs. His facial features are sharp and angular, with a pointed chin and elegantly-shaped ears. The top of his head is covered in short, dark brown hair that always manages to stick up in the same direction. On his face, Keltin has taken to facial hair. He has a moderately-sized mustache growing, to which peach fuzz connects to and wraps around his chin and mouth. This peach fuzz fades in comparison to his mustache, and the soul patch located just under his lower lip. A fuzzy patch of half a beard also sits under his chin, visible as just a darkened outline of his face unless he tilts his head upwards. Above his facial hair, a pair of almond-shaped brown eyes sit.

While staying at Rocky Weyr, Keltin has actually taken to Earth's style of clothing. He likes blue jeans in particular, and any sort of shirt that's light and allows his skin to breathe. Keltin's a fan of button-downs though. He still has his original outfit that he arrived at Rocky with--a loose-fitting white tunic with various rips and tears from particularly rough sessions, along with darkly-clothed pants and a pair of wherhide boots. In spite of his line of work, Keltin keeps clean, his fingernails with no dirt under the nails, and clothing that's washed when he gets as chance. However, he would rather not be restricted by his shirt, and if the weather permits, he will take it off.

His voice is low and scratchy, similar to that of rubbing stone on stone. He might have a rough and commanding voice, but he rarely uses it as such. In fact, it's mostly used for compliments and getting other riled up to make the most of their money. It's definitely not a soft voice, and if Keltin doesn't pay attention, it easily escalates to a volume that hurts ears, not to mention his own. He is pretty good at keeping it under control. When the situation calls for it, Keltin can pull his voice into a gravely and sultry voice.

Picture: -points above-
Play-by: Mateus Verdelho

Personality: Mature, Pleasurable, Extrovert, Clingy, Sucker for a good cuddle session, Faithful to only one person while others are just his playthings

History: Keltin was born a new life to a newly-wed couple in a newly established hold. The labor was difficult for Keltin's mother, Inletta, and she died soon after giving birth. Despite the death of his wife, Keltin's father made a promise to the lifeless body of Inletta to raise his son by himself. Thankfully, there was another woman who had a child just weeks before, and Keltin's father, Ketyn, was able to have her care for the infant Keltin while he was working. Ketyn worked as the herdbeastmaster for the new hold, and often spent hours away watching his charges, to make sure nothing horrible happened to the herdbeasts that were so essential to living. So began Keltin's early life.

As a toddler, Keltin was a wanderer. He would spend many days outside, constantly trying to playfully run away from his caretaker, the woman who nursed him as an infant. Soon, Keltin began to become irritated in the sunlight, resorting to squinting his eyes most of the time. He quickly became a night owl--where the reflected sunlight didn't hurt his eyes as much. In spite of this, Keltin didn't let it slow him down. He made quick friends with nearly all the similarly-aged kids in the new hold, and was overall doing very well. At least, unless disaster struck. A plague ravaged the livestock, not to mention the tiny hold was nearly forgotten during threadfall. One clumsy and forgetful rider allowed for large clumps to fall, all but destroying nearly half the hold.

With the hold firmly put to rest, Keltin and the other few survivors of the threadfall banded together to become nomads. Keltin was only ten turns at the time. He was the youngest one of the group, with the next oldest being twenty-seven. As such, he quickly grew to be an independent teenager. While the group traveled, they often would stop at weyrs to rest and eat, but they wouldn't stay long. After all--one rider couldn't save their hold, so what about a weyr? While stopped at Fort Weyr, Keltin soon learned of a talent that came natural to him. He was great in the art of pleasure. The thirteen-turn-old Keltin was stopped by a lust-crazed male bluerider, whose blue just lost a green Flight.

The bluerider, I'nao, picked up the boy, and stole off to his weyr. Keltin, while being only thirteen, was confused but went along with it. He wasn't an innocent child either--he had to work for his pay and for the permission to stay with the nomads, where money was tight. Since that day, I'nao and Keltin became friends with benefits, but it soon grew to pure friendship. However, Keltin found an interesting enjoyment in selling himself. Not only was he satisfied, but he earned money from it. The highly matured Keltin started out small with jobs few and far between. Upon reaching sixteen years, Keltin upped the ante and sold his body to both males and females nearly everyday. The only time this didn't happen was when he was traveling.

He still traveled with the group from six years ago, though members have come and gone. Being outcasts with the rest of the nomads, Keltin had no qualm in getting a tattoo. He and other members ended up getting various tattoos on their bodies. Keltin had one done on his right arm: a black and white network of swirls and curls that wrap around his whole forearm. As a holdless Pernese, Keltin wasn't confined to one weyr or hold. He reveled in the joy that came from being free. The group experienced hardships such as threadfall and storms. In light of all this, Keltin looked forward to visits to Fort Weyr to see I'nao again.

Rumor had it that a new planet was found, Earth, and there was a new weyr established there. While Keltin had no intention of visiting the weyr, or even moving there, he did hear of a gold wher clutch. Keltin had been Searched multiple times, each one ending up in failure. Keltin had never stood on hatching sands. The prospect of a wher clutch, and on a new weyr was interesting. On his next visit to Fort, Keltin managed to convince his good friend I'nao to give him a ride over to Rocky Weyr. I'nao agreed reluctantly. He didn't want to lose his wonderfully pleasurable friend, but Keltin made a promise to return home as soon as he could. With that, I'nao had his blue, Zimanrath, pry the coordinates out of a dragon that had been to Rocky, and with Keltin on the blue's back, they disappeared between.

I'nao posed as a rider that was taking wher candidates over to Rocky, and introduced the nineteen-turn-old Keltin as the first one. He mentioned that he might be back with more. Giving Keltin a quick peck on the cheek, despite the location, and daringly showed his affection for the younger candidate. I'nao left on the back of Zimanrath, leaving Keltin behind. Since then, Keltin has acquired a few more tattoos, this time in color.

Theme: Lovesong - The Cure

Firelizard Name: N/A
Firelizard Color: N/A

Wher Name: Keltisk
Wher Color: Brown (#704214)


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