All About J'sek

Reviving the Journal...

2007-03-26T03:49:19Z

Kinda...slacked off on keeping up on RP logs here. I'll get to uploading them all, eventually. But it'll happen! I swear. Along with those writing prompts I keep saying I'll do.

But for now ... deal with artwork. Ha!

I redid J'sek's design. Happier with the facial design...not so much the body. So...ignore that. That was me just, well, sketching.

Hee. First attempt at drawing Areteth. I've not really drawn Pernese dragons, let alone one that's suppose to have a messed up limb. Not done with the colouring yet. Still fiddling with it.

Honestly though, I am going to restart with the log thing. Even if I have to put things out of order to do it. ;)

But for now...sleep.

OOC - Update

2006-11-18T16:20:29Z

Sorry I haven't been around much lately, you guys.

Some of you already know that for the past week I've been battling some strange illness and well...loosing.

EDIT: Finally! Results came in, and it turns out it is my thyroid being a pain in the arse. So, I'll be going on some meds and seeing a specialist, so I should be, hopefully, on the road to recovery soon and back to RP. ;)

- Message brought to you by J'sek's player

Interrupted Candidate Meeting...

2006-09-30T01:06:25Z

Who: Borser (NPC), E'sere, Essdara, J'cor, Jiann, Jolasek, Katric (NPC), Kianda, Natain, Roa, R'vain, Tavaly
When: Day 12, Month 5, Turn 2, 7th Pass
Where: Northern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr; Hatching Grounds Entrance, High Reaches Weyr; Hatching Sands, High Reaches Weyr
What: A candidate meeting is interrupted when Ulyath's eggs are attacked.

Part I: Here.
Part II: Here.

Jol requests something from R'vain...in the pouring rain

2006-09-30T01:05:33Z

WHO: R'vain, Miniyal and Jolasek.
WHEN: Day 24, month 4, 2nd turn of the pass.
WHERE: The clearing outside the Weyr.
WHAT: R'vain makes Miniyal's life hard. Jolasek comes along and karma does its part.

"So now what?" (Linked to mastervain's journal)

Jolasek meets Kierom and conversation sparks up...

2006-09-30T01:03:56Z

WHO: Jolasek, Kierom
WHEN: Around the time Kierom became a stablehand...
WHERE: Beast Pens, HRW
WHAT: Jolasek runs into Kierom during his duties. The two begin to discuss everything from the Beastcraft to relationships.

Beast Pens

After passing through a broad tunnel, one arrives in the Weyr's beast pens. The smell of animal is almost overpowering here, trapped as it is by walls and a ceiling of solid rock. Here is where the Weyr keeps what little breeding stock it maintains as well as any beasts that are ill and injured. The floor is scattered deep with straw and the stalls the line the walls are filled with creatures. Closest to the exit tunnel are rooms where feed and equipment are stored.

Contents:
Kierom
Obvious Exits:
Out (O)

A sigh can be heard as Kierom looks outside, slightly distracted from the calm runner he is brushing. After a quick moment and a whinny from the runner, Kie's attention is pulled back there and begins to finish brushing her, mumbling about the overcast.

It's overcast again, and while the drizzling rain has let up, Jolasek still somehow manages to wander into the pens slightly damp. A pail in one hand and assorted tack draped over the other, he quickly shuffles his way over to the one dark, damp corner to place the now empty pail where it belongs. The assortment of tack, however, he hesitates over when he's discovered them to be tangled. He too sighs, only to hear what he believes to be an echo, abruptly glancing around and soon realizing that sigh and the mumbling following it to be of the other stable hand. "Escaping from outdoors too?" he asks casually, moving so that he's closer to the stall Kierom is in, but Jolasek's attention seems half on the mess of tack laying in his hands.

Kierom slowly finishes the brushing of the runner and gives her a redfruit, which she greedy eats as he nods, moving towards Jolasek. "Yes, I am. I wish there was more sun...." Kie shakes his head then, sighing, "Shouldn't complain though, it's been nice here." Kie glances at the tangles tack and shakes his head, "Finding work is easy around here."

Jolasek looks up for a moment as his fingers work with the tangled tack, which is finally beginning to untangle itself. He shrugs his shoulders a little. "Can't rain forever, so I'm sure some sun will come around eventually." And at last the pieces separate and he moves over to hang them up on their proper pegs. Then he brushes his hands together, before leaning back against the one stone wall. "You've a point about the work available. As for it being nice here? Eh--" and he shrugs his shoulders again, "--there are good and bad moments." The candidate then pauses, frowning a little as he regards Kierom with a thoughtful glance. "You’re Kierom, right? Used to be a guard?" Ahh, Jol. Always terrible with names.

Coming out of the stall and making sure it's secure before he moves away, Kie nods, "Yes, Kierom and yes I used to be a guard. Call me Kie. And you're...." Kie pauses for a moment, thinking, "Jolasek?" Kie blushes slightly and bites his lower lip, not the best with names either. Kie moves to the wall as well, staring outside some as he turns to Jol, "You like it here?"

Jolasek idly tugs at his slightly damp clothes in an idle manner for a moment, before smiling faintly. "Jolasek it is. You got it right, Kie." he replies in a mildly amused tone. He doesn't seem to notice the blushing, instead standing up a little straighter from where he chose to rest, gazing at some of the stalls for a moment. He gives Kierom another faint smile, "Better then where I was." he says, frowning slightly afterwards. "You seem to like it enough, eh?" he adds in after a moment.

Kierom blushes and looks at the ground for a moment before he returns his gaze back to Jolasek, "Yes, I like it here, for obvious reasons I think." Kie sighs then as well, adding almost under his breathe, "Better than where they wanted me to be." Kie still leans against the wall, taking a quick break, "Where did you come from again?" Kie blinks and is trying to remember if he was told.

Jolasek side glances back to Kierom after his half-attempt at inspecting the stalls---never mind if at a distance---finishes. Kierom's statement seems to jog his memory and the candidate smirks amusedly. "Quite obvious. The rider, right?" he asks rather bluntly, probably not realizing it may come off as offensive. Kie's next statement earns a puzzled look from Jolasek, who brushes it off once he's asked a question. "Keroon Hold." he simply replies.

Kierom nods, a smile crossing his face ignoring how the statement may sound, "Yes, the rider. He's very nice." Kie looks down then and closes his eyes for a moment and then looks back up. "Ah, Keroon Hold, never been there," Kie says with just a hint of an edge to his voice.

Jolasek pushes himself off the wall he had so casually rested against. The stable hand has a habit of never staying still if much is on his mind. "I think I met him briefly when that little gathering took place in the caverns." he says casually as he steps up to some bales of hay, checking to make sure they haven't become moldy from the damp weather. His attention is still focused on Kierom though and the edge in his tone at the mention of Keroon causes him to glance over to him again. Suspicious? Maybe. "It's...interesting. I only say that because I've lived there all my life. Close to the Beastcraft Hall too." Now there seems to be an edge to his voice at the mention of the Hall.

The edge hasn't left Kie's voice as he nods staring outside as he tenses just slightly, "Yes, I know the Beastcraft." Only just the statement and no other details. Kie pauses and shakes his head, calmer as he addresses the first part, "Yes, you did I think. His name is N'ka, rider of brown Sevath." Kie glances over to another one of the runners, thinking, but doesn't move from the wall.

Jolasek's inspection of the hay is complete and with no mould found, he begins dividing the flakes into the required portions. He speaks up a little over some of the whuffled, excited noises coming from the runners who overhear the chance of some food. "You know the Beastcraft?" And now its Jolasek's turn to tense up, and he turns his attention away from Kierom for a moment, tossing the flakes of hay into various stalls. When he's close again, he adds. "Oh, yes, it was N'ka." rather hastily as if something else seems of more pressing matters. He approaches Kierom, but now is appearing suspicious or at least wary of the other candidate. "How do you know the Beastcraft?" he adds, the edge still in his voice, his full attention now on Kierom.

Kierom blinks for a few moments, eyeing Jol before answering with a little edge to it, "My parents wanted me to join thinking I would be good at it. I didn't want to." No further explanation and leaves it at that. The topic doesn't seem to be one Kie likes talking about, but at least he's answered the question.

Jolasek immediately seems to loose his suspicion of Kierom. At least, enough so that it’s not fully apparent. He scrubs one hand across his face, smirking a little. "Didn't mean to pry." he says rather quietly. Something’s been jogged inside him and it’s visible by his distractedness. He seems to glance off to the side a little, not quite looking at Kierom before shaking his head a bit. "Your parents part of the Craft? Mine were, or are, I should say." And he pauses, silent again before adding, "You didn't miss much." mostly muttered.

Kierom nods slowly at Jol, "Well, they weren't of the Craft, but my father was always pushing me towards it, saying I has skill there. I don't think I would of been happy there." Kie sighs then and shakes his head, "I don't usually talk about it much...."

Jolasek for a brief moment seems to give Kierom a sympathetic look, but it soon vanishes to be replaced by his usual frown. "You don't even sound like you'd be happy there. Past is past though, and your here now." He then, again, distractedly plucks a few stray pieces of hay from the sleeves of his tunic. "You don't have to." he says in reply to the 'talking about it' bit. "Or shouldn't have too."

Kierom smiles slightly at Jol then, "Well it's just that most of the people here don't know that. Most see me as a former guard and now stable hand." Kie sighs then, "But I like it here and won't go to the Beastcraft and only will visit family on occasion." Kie smiles at Jol again, "Well, there's few I'd tell that my parents had different goals for me." Kie is looking at the other stable hand curiously as if he has questions, but doesn't want to push.

Jolasek leans against one of the stalls now, crossing his arms across his chest as he seems to relax again around Kierom. "I figured it wasn't common knowledge." he says with a light smile. He shakes his head a bit. "No one can drag you kicking and screaming to the Beastcraft, I think." Or can they? "So believe me, I think you’re safe. You look old enough to handle your own life." he says, all the edge gone from his tone now. He tilts his head a little, almost resting it on the stall as well. "I won't go back either." he suddenly says out of the blue, almost whispering it.

Kierom nods slowly as he turns and puts his back against the wall, raising an eyebrow looking at Jol, asking quietly, "It may be none of my business, but you were part of the Beastcraft?" Kie seems curious and wants to ask more, but keeps it at that. "I know I wouldn't have made a good Apprentice or anything...."

Jolasek tenses again and almost looks ready to snap a rather nasty comment to Kierom but holds his tongue. Instead he only gives Kierom one long, hard stare for a moment. "I was an Apprentice. I left and came here." his voice is low and the edge is back to his tone. And sadness? One hand begins to nervously tap against his arm. "Past is past, as I said." he adds in, relaxing again. "You can always try another Craft?" he suggests with a bit of an amused grin, perhaps teasing.

Kierom Shakes his head, an amused smile on his face. "No, I don't really want to be in a Craft now. I like it here and joining a craft means leaving. My brother is part of the Woodcraft and his wife is a Weaver, so I know some about them." Kie sighs then, "But well, I ended up in the stables. Again. I had hoped it'd be different." Kie glances at Jol, "Ever been to Big Bay?"

Jolasek whistles softly, "Lots of Crafts in your family. Only Beastcraft in mine. Believe it’s been that way for a long while. Might be the one to break that." And he smirks at this, before chuckling dryly. "I hoped for different things too." He then lifts his head from the stable wall, looking up as if reading some invisible text as he thinks. "No...can't say I have. Maybe I did and can't remember. My da, he traveled the most. Sometimes I'd go. Its how I got here."

Kierom nods slowly and relaxes more, "Yes me family is interesting. I tend to be the one who rebels though...." Kie shakes his head then, "Most of my family is in Big

Kierom says, "Most of my family is in Big Bay except for my brother and his wife who are in Nabol." Kie nods at Jol, peering at him, "May I ask what your goals are?"

Jolasek says, "Nothing wrong with rebelling against things that don't make you happy." he replies, not noticing exactly what he may be implying there. Jolasek then chuckles a little, "So I take it you're from Big Bay, then?" he asks casually, before regarding Kierom for a moment again. "To just...stay here and make a living, I suppose." He isn't telling the whole truth, but Jolasek doesn't go into details. He simply asks in return. "And you?""

A smile twitching the edge of his lips, Kie nods., "Yes, I am from Big Bay. Spent a little time in Nabol with my brother before I came here." Kie turns and nods at Jol, "Same as me then. Stay here and make a living." No further comments and much more to the story than this, Kie just nods and smiles slightly.

Jolasek moves again from the stall and over to the next, peering inside for a moment as if to idly check on its occupant. "I've never been to Nabol myself." he says. And most likely from recent events will never visit. He then turns to regard Kierom again for a moment, half smiling, half smirking. "Strange, but you seem to have had a similar life to my own. In some ways."

Kierom watched Jol walk from stall to stall, biting his lower lip a little before replying, "So it seems. We do seem to have a few things in common." Kie smiles slightly then, "And well, since N'ka is here, I plan on staying for a while." Kie peers at Jol again, "Need any help?"

Jolasek shrugs his shoulders lightly, "Seems odd that we'd both end up in the same spot, though, hmm?" And he peers into one of the stalls for a long moment. The one with a sickly runner on a slow recovery. "How'd you manage to get yourself involved with a rider anyhow? I figured they kept...well...to themselves." So much for him knowing all the workings of a Weyr. He then shakes his head. "No, I think everything is good. This runner seems to be on the mend and the others are fed, watered and all."

Kierom blushes then as he nods commenting on the stables first, "Yes, it does look that way...." Kie smiles, looking thoughtful as he goes on, "Well, I ran into him in the Living Cavern and started talking to him. I thought he was cute and flirted some." Kie blushes just a little more, "Actually I thought he was straight and he left shortly after, but sought me out a couple days later and we started fooling around. Eventually started developing feelings for each other too...." Kie looks over at Jol, "You seeing any one here?"

Jolasek listens politely to Kierom as he explains his encounters with the rider. "Huh, that simple?" So the stories and rumors he's probably heard are most likely being tested against Kie's own experience. Or so Jolasek is currently thinking through. "Well, hope it remains a happy relationship." he says somewhat awkwardly. Obviously he doesn't have much experience or is simply inept to such situations and conversations. But he does give Kierom a somewhat surprised glance as he's caught off guard by his question. "Me? No." And he chuckles nervously. "No...and not for sometime."

Kierom blushes then. "I didn't mean to surprise you....I'm sure many would find you attractive here and surprised no one's tried to flirt or whatever." Kie giggles then, "Well, it wasn't quite simple. N'ka is bi and didn't want people to know it at first and it tool us a little while to get where we are. You've probably heard some about that while you were here...." Definite reference to rumors and Kie nods again.

Jolasek shrugs his shoulders. "I just never expected to be asked that." Now its his turn to blush and he coughs a little, glancing away. Oh look, dust on the ground! He then smiles nervously. "I'm sure some might or have. I'm just...not interested. Got lots to sort out right now and the last thing I need is a committed relationship." As opposed to what? Jolasek then nods his head a little. "I hear a lot of things. Don't repeat 'em--" Not true. "--but I hear a lot. Doesn't bug me at all, stuff like that. To each their own." He then snorts in amusement. "Weyr is much different from a Hold, in that aspect."

Kierom nods, blushing as well, "Yes it is. Seems rumors just get around quickly here as you may have noticed." Kie giggles then, "Well, I never planned on a committed relationship and N'ka showed up." Kie stops there, not sure what to say and looks at Jol, "Well, if you ever want to talk and sort out things, you can talk to me."

Jolasek has definitely noticed the ebb and flow of the rumors around here. Much more then he's used to. "Oh, I've noticed." he murmurs, before chuckling dryly. He then straightens a little and rubs the back of his neck. "Thanks for the offer. Not much to sort out...not relationship wise. Happy being single." He says in a sort've jumbled, nervous way. But eventually he relaxes and continues, "But I'll keep it in mind. If you'll excuse me now...these damp clothes are giving me the chills." And he begins to turn towards the grounds, giving a slight wave of one hand to Kierom. "Enjoyed the chat. Probably see you around again." He smiles crookedly and then leaves, only hesitating briefly to glare at the ever grey and cloud covered sky.

Nodding slowly, Kie gives a wave to Jol. "Not a problem, anytime. And I will see you around as well." Kie glances around as well before following Jol's gaze somewhat, "I should head back before it starts raining..." Kie smiles a little and leaves as well.

More of the past...

2006-09-30T00:19:45Z

WHO: Jolasek, T'zen
WHEN: Day 28, month 2, turn 2 of the 7th Pass.
WHERE: South Bowl, HRW
WHAT: Same T'zen goofiness. New audience.
RL DATE: 08/02/2006

Another link to T'zen's Journal!

Past Times...

2006-09-30T00:14:17Z

WHO: Rysia, Jolasek, T'zen
WHEN: Dinner, day 22, month 2, turn 2 of the 7th Pass
WHERE: Living Cavern, HRW
WHAT: T'zen finds Rysia, both still reeling in their own way from the death of K'sar. Jolasek just sorta gets stuck in the middle. ;)
RL DATE: 07/30/2006

Actual Log in T'zen's Journal!

And thanks, tzen_rider, for posting these. I, being the silly one, lost several of my logs. ;)

Areteth's Info

2006-09-29T02:31:53Z

Hey, I figure since the LJ is named Jolasek and Areteth and the fact that, you know, the two are a dragonriding pair (okay, weyrlings, at the moment) that I should post Areteth's lovely info.

His desc, obviously, is not the original. I, being half asleep, over rode the original and I'll have to dig up the hatching log to find it again. Whoops.

Hatchling Name: Yawning Void

Name Inspiration: Arete was the ancient Greek virtue of goodness or excellence, and has the same root as 'aristos', or nobility. It was often used to describe the power of the gods, and was an ultimate goal of Greek men. It was believed that arete, this greatness, was something you either had or you didn't, and those who had it had a responsibility to use it for the betterment of society as a whole. We imagine his name to be pronounced as Ah-ray-TETH, with a lighter emphasis on the first syllable as well.

Hatch Descrptiong (EDITED): Like a moonless night, this hatchling's hide is a blue so dark that it takes the sheen of light to reveal it. He is broad of shoulder, and long of body, with youthful muscle that promises to explode into powerful strength as he grows. A darker sheen of near-black traces over a muzzle with a wicked hook to it, outlining the whirling gemstones of his eyes before washing in smokey swirls down sharp-angled ridges and across the spars of wide, long wings. Down his throat and over his belly a more vibrant shade of blue, richer without losing its dark flavor, brightens the shadows like the earliest signs of dawn. There is something wrong with this hatchling, though. Across his underside, between his hind legs, is a long slice, now in its last stages of healing, but one that looks to have been inflicted by a twisted talon on his left forelimb. The limb itself, once broken, is now reset and healed, but still turns in slightly at an odd angle, giving him an odd limp to his movements.

Personality: Young Areteth's defining characteristic may be his curiosity. He wants to know about everything. But he doesn't just want to know /about/ everything. He wants to know the how, the why, and most importantly, the purpose. Everything in the world to Areteth must have a purpose, and if you can't tell him what it is, he will assume that it has yet to be discovered, and apply himself to such a task. Until, at least, he forgets about it, as dragons are prone to do. As he goes about his explorations, you may notice that there is something different about the way Areteth looks at the world. If nothing else, he is rational. When he tries to find out about something, which he will do often, he must find the logical path to follow, and being barred in that by the logical fallacies of the world will result in vast frustration. Underneath it all, however, Areteth is still a baby dragon. There will be times when the passion of his curiosity overcomes the restrictions of his logic, and when that happens, he will need you to supply the organizing principle of logic for him.
As Areteth matures, you may find that he has a darker side. He is a determined dragon, and he does not appreciate being balked. When he finds an obstacle which he cannot overcome, he is prone to dark thoughts of revenge against it, and all thought of morality goes out the window. Areteth is driven by his purpose, and he does not always consider whether what he 'has' to do is what is right. You may find yourself frustrated by his refusal to bend to the less logical forces of morality, or you may find yourself slipping into the convincing logic of his arguments against it. Duty will become another driving force in Areteth's life. He is driven to excel at what he does, and will be prone to bouts of angry self-recrimination when he fails. The one place where Areteth will abandon himself to passion, however, is in the sky. He is at home there, and the feel of the wind under his wings and seeing the world spread out below his dominion will give him a passionate thrill. As an adult, he is likely to be one of the better fliers. His size - large for a blue, but with a blue's mobility - lends him to powerful, swift motions in the air, and his comfort in the skies may encourage him to take risks others wouldn't.
There is one other place Areteth will be prone to letting go. Flights. If there is a flight in the area, Areteth wants to be a part of it, and when he joins in, he wants to win. He seems to be driven to spread his seed (refusing to recognize the lack of logic in that reasoning), and will use every trick in his book to lay his claim to the green in question. Once the flight is over, however, he loses all interest in the green involved, considering her conquered. Outside of flights, he has little regard for the females of his species, more interested instead in finding the skies again.

Inspiration: Areteth's inspiration came from the Greek creation myth as put down by Hesiod in his Theogony (http://ancienthistory.about.com/library/bl/bl_text_hesiod_theogony_2.htm). He partakes of Father Sky and Mother Earth, and the darkness of his hide comes from the yawning void of Chaos before creation. His personality is a reflection of the Greek civilization and psyche, with their philosophical tradition and reliance on logic, and the ever-present conflict of reason and passion.

Hatch Message: From the egg which survived the attack of the once-healer, a tiny hole appears. Determinedly, something dark pushes against it, chipping away at the hard shell, flaking bit by bit from the hole as it grows. Soon, there is a dark head with a wickedly hooked muzzle pushing out, before broad shoulders break through the rest of the shell with a resounding crack, tumbling a very dark blue hatchling onto the sands with a sudden creel of pain. He remains there afterwards, tiny sides heaving, as he carefully disentangles a wing from beneath his body.

Public Impression: The yawning void blue has been slow in his progress over the sands, delayed by his injuries, and yet eschewing the aid which might have been offered him. Determined, and orderly, he has examined as many candidates as he can. And now, with few eggs left, and few candidates still standing, his choices are slimmer. All the better; he can better devote his attention to those who remain. Holding his injured foreleg close to his chest, hopping awkwardly over the sands to avoid dragging the slice along his belly over the harsh sand, he finally comes to a tall, blonde young man and, with a creel of relief, tumbles into Jolasek.

Impression: Darkness. For a moment, the heat, light, and activity of the sands are gone, and there is nothing in your mind save the sensation that nothing is there. Dark, blinding, and dizzyingly chaotic, it slowly begins to coalesce. Ground returns beneath your feet, and the darkness is gentled by the swirling of stars, and a sense that a starkly linear matrix has been imposed upon your mind in shades of black and blue. << J'sek, >> it whispers, in a voice as clear and cold as the highest heights, as dark and heavy as the deepest depths, stronger and bolder as it continues. << I know not why I hurt, but I know that you can fix it. I am Areteth, and we have things to do. >>

I <3 Areteth and many thanks to Telgar (and for ganathon for pointing out the credits ;)) for writing up such an awesome dragon to suit J'sek.

*cackles*

Introduction and Information...

2006-09-26T22:32:59Z

Figured I'd post most of J'sek's information here first. You know, descriptions, background, images. That sort've nitty gritty stuff. I'll get to the various logs later, most likely after I get time to edit them. Or find ones to steal. I'll also be catching up on a few writing assignments, provided I can find the past ones listed somewhere.

A quick, rough scribble I churned out a night or two ago. I plan to do more (much more...as in probably animating the poor lad), but for now I just wanted something close. This design may be revised. In the long run, Jol is actuall a cross between my own SO and Adrian Brody. Because I'm weird like that, mkay?

All that seem to make up most of his most distinguishing features are angles, harsh ones, giving off the wrong impression that he's a man better left alone. His dark blonde hair is now so short cut it's nearly to the skin, which accentuates his wide hazel eyes and the angled, near to triangular shape of his face. Neatly kept to well groomed stubble, facial hair has been left to grow under his lip and around his chin. His skin is pale, but it can hold a hint of tan in the warmer months. His young, callus-ridden and somewhat boney hands reveal his experience with hard work. He stands at roughly 6'1" in height, with a full, slightly toned, figure that is broad at the shoulders and moderately slim at the waist. By no means is he attractive, nor is he too plain to escape notice, but rather a wishy-washy in between.
J'sek’s tastes in clothing are simple and monotone at best, but are often just right to suit the weather or work situation he may be in. A long sleeved tunic, the front cut a little low, is dyed a light grayish blue hue and is tucked neatly into a pair of dark grey pants. Around his waist is a simple black belt with a silver-like buckle on the front. On his feet he wears a pair of old, well worn and scuffed black boots. He wears nothing else that would attract any attention to himself, aside from his knot, which would give him the rank of a Weyrling at High Reaches Weyr and the dark blue thread weaved in to note that his dragon is a blue.

Chapter 1: Childhood and Apprenticeship
Jolasek was born in near Keroon Hold. His parents were both Journeyman Beastcrafters and hard workers almost all their lives. Jolasek lived a rather normal life as a young child, enjoying his freedom until old enough to start helping with some lighter chores. Like his parents, he was a hard worker and only acted up every now and again.
When he reached twelve Turns of age, he successfully made it into Apprenticeship as a Beastcrafter. At first, he welcomed the change and challenge, wanting nothing more then to succeed and impress his parents and possibly become more experienced, or advance farther. As the months passed, his personality began to change. He began to doubt himself and loss faith in his work, all due to his hard set goals. Quietly, the doubt festered. Then the lies began, starting as white lies. These lies lead to further infractions, and he somehow slipped by without being caught. Unable to stop lying, he became manipulative. In time, the lies and manipulation took hold of him. It had taken on a life of its own as he attempted to avoid discovery and face the consequences.

Chapter 2: Removal from the Beastcraft
Not all was bad for Jolasek. He pursued his studies regardless, always hoping he'd be able to stop and return to being who he was before. He wasn't the top of his class, but wasn't a terrible student either. With his 20th Turn looming close, he's was fearful of never progressing to Journeyman status or worse; being exposed for who he really is. A few fellow apprentices and residents became good friends or acquaintances that he trusted in. Although he didn't reveal himself to them, he felt calm and free around them; free from the lies that have otherwise entangled his life. One lie in particular has left him feeling incredibly guilty. He had somehow managed to successfully barter a sickly animal to a buyer, somehow managing to twist the truth so much to trick the other man into believing him.
That guilt from that event has begun to eat him from the inside out, but he still continued to weave a life of lies to save his own skin whenever he had to. It wasn't long before that unfortunate sale was tracked back to him. Through his carelessness, he had forgotten some necessary details and it was easy enough to see that the man had been fooled. Finally caught with his lies, he confessed to everything, including minor infractions from the past. He was removed from the Beastcraft shortly thereafter. As for his parents, they're incredibly disappointed but still speak with their son. For a brief time he remained in his parents home, until leaving with his father to accompany him on a trip to High Reaches Weyr.

Chapter 3: New Life, New Home
Not all was bad for Jolasek. He pursued his studies regardless, always hoping he'd be able to stop and return to being who he was before. He wasn't the top of his class, but wasn't a terrible student either. With his 20th Turn looming close, he's was fearful of never progressing to Journeyman status or worse; being exposed for who he really is. A few fellow apprentices and residents became good friends or acquaintances that he trusted in. Although he didn't reveal himself to them, he felt calm and free around them; free from the lies that have otherwise entangled his life. One lie in particular has left him feeling incredibly guilty. He had somehow managed to successfully barter a sickly animal to a buyer, somehow managing to twist the truth so much to trick the other man into believing him.
That guilt from that event has begun to eat him from the inside out, but he still continued to weave a life of lies to save his own skin whenever he had to. It wasn't long before that unfortunate sale was tracked back to him. Through his carelessness, he had forgotten some necessary details and it was easy enough to see that the man had been fooled. Finally caught with his lies, he confessed to everything, including minor infractions from the past. He was removed from the Beastcraft shortly thereafter. As for his parents, they're incredibly disappointed but still speak with their son. For a brief time he remained in his parents home, until leaving with his father to accompany him on a trip to High Reaches Weyr.

More information to come as I dig it up and tweak it. Stay tuned.