Birthing Date: 09.15
Craft: Seacraft (Journeyman)
Standing a modest five foot five inches Guste is all but finished growing, at
most he could gain another inch, if he stretches just a bit. light brown hair
covers his head, but it is cut very short, for when one is climbing the rigging
in twenty foot seas long hair can do only bad things. His skin color is a rich
tan due to the many days at sea when the blazing hot sun beat down upon himself
and his fellow crew members.
His eyes are a light blue, and almost will sparkle brightly when the sun is
right. Guste has a thin red scar on his face, running from just below his eye
diagonally to halfway down his cheek.
His hands are calloused from the rough work he does, as are the soles of his
feet. Whenever he can get away with it, he will not wear shoes, as he hates the
conformity and discomforted of them, being used to the deck of the his ship
where shoes were impractical.
Guste has a nice muscled form, not too noticeable, but in a friendly sparring
contest, he could give any opponent a run for their money. Due to his muscle,
he comes is at 160 pounds in the old Earth system. His body is somewhere in-between
stocky, and lengthy.
As for clothing, well as long as it fits to an extent and it keeps him covered,
he's fine with it.
Being raised at sea has had it's various effects of Guste. The first of which
is that he is very good at taking orders from his superiors. Along that same
line, he is a mate on the ship and is able to give orders nearly as well as he
can take them.
As a sailor, Guste's language, is rather rough, and though he does not mean to
cause offense, well he can't help it if he lets something slip. Guste is
blessed with a very even keel, or temper, and will not get mad often, but when
he does, look out, as he'll simmer for a good sevenday before calming back
Their is another side to Guste, a different side, and that is the one of a
protector, and even though he hates to admit it, a teacher. He has a black and
white sense of what is wrong and right, and if someone crosses his line,
they'll here about it.
Friends that he find will find that he is solid as a rock, and ready to stand
up for them, if they need it.
One Final part of Guste lurks in the background, rarely seen, but noticed by
all when it does come to the surface. Somewhere, on the inside, Guste lacks
faith in himself. Sure he knows how to do it, but, what if when the time comes
and he fails? This is his biggest worry, failing his friends and those who rely
When he feels like this, all his defenses are down, and he'll wear his heart on
It just won't be pretty, as all those who experience it will find out.
Negativity will reign, and it will take a very strong argument to snap him out
of it. Anyone who walks by will take notice, unless they are blind, deaf, and
Born to Master Arten of the Seacraft and Journeywoman Mellie, a Harper, Guste
has always lived a very, energetic life style. At Seven Turns he first sailed
with his Father's crew on a long trading journey and fell in love with the sea.
And so the arrangement was made that for half the Turn, Guste was to learn the
Seacraft with his Father. The other half Turn was to be spent on shore, being
educated by his Mother is the usual teaching songs and rudimentary reading,
writing and 'arithmetic.
Guste enjoyed his time at sea much more than being land locked at an outlying
Istan Hold, forced to learn things he never though he would use at sea. But
when he reached twelve and officially became an apprentice, that changed, as he
found that math helped navigate a ship, as did reading and writing. So, thus
motivated he worked hard and rose to Senior Apprentice, and then just recently,
Luck seemed to come in pairs for him though, as the day after he received his
journeyman rank, a hook used to lift cargo came loose as a heavy piece of
freight was being loaded. Guste, who had been directing the operation, was
almost directly under it, and when diving to get out of the way, scraped his
cheek against a nail that had not been hammered flat. The resulting scar he
received was painful, but did not limit his ability to work, so he covered it,
and went on his way. It has since become a favorite tale of his toughness.
Appointed Third Mate on the Sea Skimmer, Guste was prepared to enjoy a long and
happy life at sea when one day, the ship docked at Eastern Bay Hold for
supplies. A Searchrider happened to be there, and he was invited to accept the
It was a decision that he did not anticipate, one he did not want to make. He
loved the sea, but had a portion of his heart set aside for dragons. So after a
hard hour of thought he accepted, and came to the Weyr, wondering if he had
done the right thing.