Name |
Jensel (J'sel) |
Gender |
Male, gay |
Age |
10 @ search, currently 15 |
Height |
5'11", very vertical though not towering |
Build |
Quite skinny, he could certainly use some wherry sammiches in him |
Skin |
Well tanned, though lighter than his mother, even and without freckles or moles, but he does have minor scratches and small scars from numerous tumbles as well as the little bitty claws of his flitter clinging to him. |
Hair |
Richly black, soft and curly, kept short but it looks stylish even when he's not paying attention to it: which is probably why people think he's as attractive as he is; only Retela knows what it feels like to run his fingers through it, though! |
Eyes |
As black as his hair, not even tinted in any way, just outright as black as can be, often look amused to a degree, hardly harsh or angry. |
Origin |
Dragonhope Weyr |
Status |
Rider Born |
Family |
Blue riding mother Jemoe and brown rider father D'sel, though they did eventually marry, they also had to foster Jensel thanks to the onset of Threadfall; no other siblings; mother's mother was a wanderer who settled in the cothold where Retela lived and perished in the same incident that killed many others. |
Literacy |
Though he can read and write, it's with a little difficulty; he avoids having to speak from a script, having to think about the words he's seeing before they make sense to him. |
Focus |
Jensel enjoys his work when he's interested in the subject matter, for instance locating a specific person among a group to send messages to, or learning about riding tactics. |
Values |
He gives and takes without thinking of consequences of either, and it's the only place he might disagree with Retela - he believes that sharing is important to impart to the weyrbrats. Life is hard enough up here in the frozen North, to have something fun taken away thanks to a grabby playmate. |
Skills |
Most often practiced: gopher and message-delivery - uses blue flitter Myxi to hunt down message recipients. He has an exceptional memory for faces while walking through the Weyr, but the flip side of that is that he really doesn't like being looked at himself...
He does hang out with the Beast crafters on occasion, helping them with the smaller animals, though not with killing or cleaning them. He'd rather help gather hens and chicks into a coop, and does so with Myxi's aid.
Other skills: because he's lean and lithe, and relies more on speed than bulk, whenever anyone in the cothold would become abusive toward him ("you're so pretty like a little girl!" as if that's an insult?) he can say he was able to ... dissuade them from continuing with a couple expert kicks, and even flipped one menace over his shoulder! |
Knacks |
Picks up tunes as easily as any Harper, but has never had interest in learning how to play an instrument or sing fully, and can't really be bothered to learn all that dusty history.
The way he's trained his flitter was almost instinctive, he and Myxi are a great team. He can easily tell whether someone's flit is angry, sad, hungry, or distressed - even when its owner cannot. |
Likes |
Feels extremely strongly in favor of being a dragonrider like his parents, even though they are often put through very dangerous Threadfall. He is a rider in blood and mind, and no one doubts that he will make a good rider when he does finally Impress.
He is fond of his clothing, or more accurately, how he can look good in virtually any style. Like his 'casually messy' hair, he can throw on virtually anything and still never be scolded for being inappropriate. |
Dislikes |
While not really 'rude' so much as a little careless with his words, if he's in a mood it doesn't matter if you're a weyrbrat or a decorated veteran rider - stay out of his way and out of his hair
Very strong dislike: Islands. He got lost on one trip to an island just off the coast, and very nearly eaten by wildlife (to hear him say it - it wasn't nearly that dangerous). Still though, he doesn't care for them. If it was a big island, sure, but the little ones are just traps!
Passionately hates: Deep water and crashing waves, for very much the same reason as islands above, Jensel tried to escape that island only to be crushed and nearly drowned by the waves. It wasn't a riptide, but he could easily have died - unlike the 'attack' (from an... angry nanny goat) in the middle of that island. |
Fears |
While he does like looking good and not being yelled at, he does not like being at the center of action or large groups. He likes having at least arms length space in a dining hall, though it's not really a proper 'fear'. He is not 'fearless', but there's nothing about Thread or even falling from heights that gets him shaking. |
Goals |
Whenever there are flitter eggs being passed around, he likes to be on hand to train young kids to handle them. It's no wonder that the beast crafters want him on hand for some events. He has a steady tone and understands how to teach, which is good - though sometimes he might get a bit snippy if a student isn't paying attention or screws up badly. |
Searched |
At the age of 10 by his mother's blue dragon, in a subsequent visit to the cothold he was fostered in. Ironically it was a year after Retela was Searched by the same dragon. |
Dragon |
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Hatched |
Isla Weyr |
Clutch |
31 |
Pet |
Blue Myxi (from New Dark Moon)

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