Pronunciation: Hub-RIN (sounds like hoverin)
Birthing Date: 03.07.2742
Craft: Tanner (Apprentice)
Halubrin is someone easily lost in a crowd. Shorter by half a head than most of the lads his own age and far skinnier, he tends to fade into the background. Not all of this is the fault of his looks, but also his demeanor. People are more likely to see the sandy shaded hair on his head facing them than his hazel toned eyes, and rarely does he smile at people. He's more apt to look at them with an expression of concern or worry that he might have done something wrong. When he speaks, he has a tendency to slur and when really nervous, stutter on bigger words. Halubrin's hands are also a source of embarassment because he has long, delicate fingers. While this did help his work during his short stint as a tanner apprentice under his father, he still feels he should not be stuck with 'girl' hands. Having gone through a significant portion of his puberty, its even odds if he will ever grow taller and gain a more filled out appearance. Its his fear he will be stuck in that awkward, unbalanced, incomplete looking body forever.
Its hard to pin down any positive adjectives to how Halubrin acts and behaves. Modest he certainly is, rarely speaking up and putting forth his accomplishments, never making a fuss of himself. Polite, he never forgets the ranks of those around him and proper deference to those higher than him and respect for those lower than him. Quiet most certainly, as he doesn't speak up louder than a quiet voice.
But that's about where it ends. People are more apt to notice his shyness than anything, darting away from groups of people that number more than three or maybe four. His lack of eye contact to others has irritated many, because Halubrin feels it's better to stare at his feet in deference than risk anger at meeting someone's gaze. The lad also rarely laughs at jokes. While he certainly gets them, his intelligence not being in question, he is far more likely to blush and turn away in embarrassment at hearing the joke than chuckle or grin. In his own life too, he finds far more to be embarrassed about at the pointed questions his father, mother, and older sister gave him about finding a nice girl, and even in the weyr Halubrin will always skip away from topics that might touch on the ever scary, ever intimidating aspect of 'dating', be it boy or girl. Good luck getting Halubrin to any sort of party or gathering, because it's assured he most likely will not be going to one willingly.
Halubrin was born to Balest and Jira, both tanner journeymen situated at Eastern's Vaerne Hold. He was their second child of four; and he has three sisters. His older sister being three years older and the younger two sisters are actually twins, born about a year after he was. His parents were delighted at having a son, but as he developed first into a toddler and then into a preadolescent they noticed how shy and quiet he was. This was a turn from his father, whom was always laughing, talking loud, and getting on into displays with the other men. It was also different from his mother whom had a tendency to gossip with the hold women, and enjoyed spending time with them in discussion of raising children and the tendancies of men. Halubrin's older sister was the boy he should have been: Always getting dirty, boistrous, and finding all sorts of trouble. Maybe part of his shyness is that she tried dragging him along on her adventures one too many times.
When Halubrin turned the meek age of 12 his father enlisted him to become a tanner. This was in line with his father before him and his father before that going back for several generations. In this occupation Halubrin did decently at the stitching and creating designs part, but always had less than clean cuts when working with tougher and larger hide. He had been doing fairly well until early in his 15th year when he was searched out for a dragon on Eastern's sands. His mother and sisters were ecstatic, hoping that this might be the turning point to bring their brother out of his shell. His father was happy and disappointed, because while having a dragonrider for a child was prestigious, losing his only son to the weyr was a trouble to him for all the sons in his line had been tanners, and he felt the tradition should not stop with him. He made no contention however when Halubrin went off on search. Halubrin's father was also heard murmuring to his wife they should try for a son.
Halubrin had been at the weyr over a year, learning the life of a candidate and what weyr life was like. He also managed to impress the blue flit Powder one day when he was outside the weyr whom became his constant companion. But in his 16th year the night of change finally hit him: He stood on the stands and impressed green Lanith. Now H'brin, he has started his training as a rider, but only time will tell if she can help him be less shy.