Character Transfers (Whoops, missed one, Mikloran)

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Journeyman Beastcrafter Mikloran

Name:  Mikloran
Pronunciation:  MIH-Klohr-an
Age:  23
Gender:  Male
Sexual Preference:  Heterosexual
Rank:  Journeyman
Craft:  Beastcraft
Birthing Day:  02.05
Physical Description:

Who is that gentleman there? The one with the sun touched golden hair? The spine straight with pride in himself, his family, and his rank? Why, that's Mikloran. The young man holds himself like a Lord Holder, with his head high, his lips held in an amused, almost condescending twist. There is a certain amount of warmth about the man though, with his gold-blonde hair, the flush of pride and hard work, the slight tan of his skin. . . A warmth that is shattered as soon as his eyes meet those of someone appraising him. Those eyes are as coldly ambitious as the ice of a glacier slowly working it's way down a mountain pass.

Mikloran is built smaller than his younger brother, standing only at 5'11, barely taller than his sisters. Turns of work with his father outside with the animals, while dirty, is respectable, and he has gained toned, rippling muscles over his entire frame. The only parts of his body that isn't as attractive as the rest of him are his fingernails. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot keep them from breaking with the hard work that he does with his father. To keep that to a minimum, he keeps them trimmed too short to be much more than functional.

Personality:

Mikloran is a perfect gentlemen. . . At least to some people. The man is the epitome of the word Traditional. The oldest child of very traditional parents, he has had the longest time of all his siblings to grow to be just the way a man should. Those who hold rank equal to or above him are treated with respect and perhaps even admiration. Those who hold rank below him are. . . Not. They are there to do what he says, when he says it. Especially ladies. (Even the most ill behaved woman is a lady, to Mikloran, and while he may not care for what they do, he will not belittle himself or his family by treating a lady with anything less than gentleness for the weaker gender.) Women are, after all, there for the needs of their men. The men who take care of them and their every need. Who love them, cherish them, and treat them like queens. . . So long as they honor and obey their menfolk.

The worst on the list, however, are the aberrations that garner nothing but disgust from him. Those twisted creatures that are men who ride greens. . . And the women (Still ladies) who ride blues. Men should not lay with men, and women should not lay with women. That was simply just wrong. Relations were, ultimately, to create children. People would cease to exist if men were meant to lay with men, and women with women. . .

To everyone else, Mikloran can be quite sociable and charming, if a little quiet. He's very content to dance quietly at a Gather, leaving the more vigorous dances to the more adventurous on the floor. The man watches from the sidelines of things more than he gets into the middle of them. Mikloran is, actually, a little shy.

History:

First born son of Journeyman Beastcrafter Galoran and his first wife, Omika, Mikloran was always groomed to take over his father's work. Started early, brought up in the way a man should go. Honor Those the Dragons Heed, give good tithe and fealty to your Lord and your Craftmaster, put in a hard day's work, and cherish and protect your womenfolk and their honor. The lad loved his mother even more than he loved his father, and when Omika died giving birth to her fourth, Anomi, he was badly hurt. He vowed to himself to do the best he could, to honor her memory, find a good wife, get his Mastery knots and take over Galoran's work. . . But never quite forgave the little mite of a girl that was his last, full blooded sister.

He never openly treated her as anything less than a lady. She always acted with the appropriate demeanor for a girl, anyway, but it was clear that while he adored Lorali, his relationship with Anomi was, at best, cold. As was his relationship with his step-mother, which was only made worse by his father's obvious affection for the woman. Again, he was nothing but courteous to the dutiful woman, but she was not his mother, nor ever would be. He silently resented the family having having to move to the debauched south because of her ill health, but he could not begrudge his father the duty of taking care of his wife, nor did he actually wish for Liselle's death. He cared too much for young Lorali to wish his own heartbreak on her. How his half sister could steal his heart so easily he was unsure. . . But she was far too clever by half to ever get caught being anything but proper.

When Mikloran was twenty, he walked the tables as a Journeyman, and left the Hold for his obligatory rounds. He was settled, much to his horror and disgust, in the South, in Southern Hold proper. Four turns of exposure to the worst sorts of people. . . The man knew even before he left that he would come home with far more appreciation for the north than he'd had before. . . And he loved the north to start. 

When Eastern Weyr's Journeyman beastcrafter, Liam (Now L'bril), Impressed a lovely bronze dragon, he was asked to be released from his contract to go and serve out the rest of the terms under Gabril (the new bronze rider's father, apparently). So Mikloran went. It wasn't like anywhere in the south was any better than any other place. . . And at least Eastern had Lorali now. She'd been Searched when she'd been attending the Hatching Feast. . .

Besides, both his sisters would require the proper male guidance to keep them safe and their honor in tact. Anomi was pretty ripped up, but should heal well. Lorali would adjust well. She was a good, bidable girl. They needed him. Especially now that Kaloran. . . K'lor, now, had disgraced himself and his family by letting his true colors show in the hide of the dragon he had Impressed. A pretty green, yes. . . But a green. Real men didn't ride green. . . So the girls would need a REAL man to protect them.

Mikloran could only hope that he was not too late in the case of Anomi. Who knew how corrupted she might have gotten, if her own brother had gone and Impressed a green. What a headache.

CRAFT INFORMATION

Craft:  Beastcraft
Rank:  Journeyman