Birthing Date: 08.12.2736
With bright red (of the orange variant) hair and sharp gray eyes, J’dan's looks tend to reflect his personality. Stray locks of hair tend to try to stick him in the eye at every turn, and it grows so fast that he's on a first name basis with anyone with any skill at cutting hair. Pale freckles are scattered lightly over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and turn an olive green when he's sunburned. His forearms, shoulders, and neck also have a solid dusting.
J’dan is about 6’1” and about done growing by now. The best adjective for him is "long." Even with the muscle put on solely due to Bennyth, it was all lean muscle, and he still just looks tall and skinny. It’s not uncommon for whomever’s serving dinner to encourage him to get another helping; he needs it.
If J’dan had to pick a political affiliation, or really, any sort of affiliation, he'd go with apathetic. He sees himself lowly and insignificant enough not to be touched by most of anything, and even then, it's usually a good idea to just lay low. To be honest, he’s also kind of lazy.
And so he sticks to the cautious, almost bland middle. He's not a bouncy, sunny person, but he's not flat and sullen, either. He likes people, but only so much, and then he has to go off by himself for awhile... usually to snicker because inevitably, someone did something stupid. In fact, he really likes friends. He likes partners in crime. He just doesn't have the burning drive for more of them. Okay, maybe he does. But he's not going to admit it anytime soon. To him, what's inside stays inside, or at least in the inner circle. And such a lonely inner circle it is, he bemoans, but only late at night when he has nothing to do, sleep ain't coming, and he's feeling introspective. Too bad the process of acquiring partners in crime isn’t easier.
In a nutshell, J’dan is self contained, but not excessively so, and friendly, but you have to wait for it. Except when he's drunk. Then he's veeery friendly. J’dan has no alcohol tolerance. It’s something of an embarrassment.
Sense of humor? Sure. In fact, it's the epitome of sarcastic. Also, schadenfreude. He kind of has an authority problem, and enjoys finding loopholes. And just generally being a chronic underachiever. His ceiling is so high, and yet… so unnecessary. He truly aspires to just be... average. For this reason, being in the Weyrleader’s wing gives him fits. He figures it’s karma.
Jair’s not a wild child himself, but he definitely likes to be on the sidelines, cheering them on. He’s something of an enabler. Given someone that can handle a potentially volatile personality, he might even start to develop more, but so far, he's too uncertain and afraid of offending the wrong person. Getting kicked out would be such a hassle.
Although he probably *could* weasel his way back over to Southern... and just instruct Bennyth or Keir to eat any stalkers.
Trait snapshot: Sarcastic, holds back a little, mostly friendly, hates excessive emotion, chronic underachiever, lazy
Siblings: Ellres (+3), Raden (+2), Jaiel (+1), Resdan (-1), Larres (-2), Resella (-10)
Jairdan was the fourth child and second boy out of seven kids and four boys. Contrary to the middle child stereotype, he wasn't the ignored one, as all seven kids got equal amounts of attention. He had the average, happy childhood with his siblings and had no gripes for a long time. His parents were in an arranged marriage with a happy ending and Jairdan was about to be stuck with his mother's best friend's oldest daughter Serant. *Then* he had gripes. Happily, he was Searched, and the rider was almost regretting the Searching when Jairdan couldn't get away soon enough--he knew Serant, and if anyone needed to get eaten by Thread… it’d be for the good of mankind. Really.
Jair and Lei met at Southern, clicked instantly, and promptly went on a mission to break Southern Weyr, and to their credit, they came close. Don’t ask about the lap dance, and he’s still a little annoyed that they made him stop laughing at the rejected Candidates post-Hatching. Lei gave him one of Jezza's eggs, which hatched the blue Keir, shortly after the first Hatching he stood for.
After awhile he heard very substantiated rumblings from people who would know that Serant was coming to Southern. He thought Serant was dragondeaf, but he heard the rumors and decided to be proactive for once in his life and try moving somewhere where she'd never think to look for him. He figured that when—not if, when—she heard that he moved, she’d automatically look at some Northern Weyr. Meanwhile, he would continue to bask and burn in the glorious Southern sun over at Eastern Weyr.
Where he promptly Impressed an *overachiever* brown.