Birthing Date: 11.07.2742
Craft: Weaver (Apprentice)
In rather startling contrast to his older brother's staggering height, the first thing anyone notices about V'an is undeniably his diminutiveness. Though still growing, he thus far stands at only 5'1", and it's gotten a little late to hope for a growth spurt to hit. In addition to his tiny size, V'an is also quite a lean fellow - well, "lean" if you're being kind. The right word is really "skinny," because V'an defines that word to a degree that occasionally borders on slightly comical, with his slim torso and thin, gangly limbs. He possesses a surprisingly good sense of balance, but is completely graceless in movement, tending to scramble eagerly through anything he does.
While his petite build makes it certain that V'an will never be able to pull off even close to the ideal in terms of male physique, at least he's a cute little guy. His hair is black and never properly combed, just long enough to somehow manage to look perpetually messy no matter how many times he tries to smooth it down with his hands. His face is oval, and he resembles a much more unfinished and youthful version of his brother, with the same dark eyes, thick brows, smooth cheek, soft jaw, and only slight stature to the bridge of his nose.
(Drawing by Ephemeralciel.)
"Always look on the bright side of life!" would most certainly be V'an's motto, for he is an optimist both by nature and by sheer force of will, and his simple, dogged determination to always see the bright side of life defines his entire personality. When you're always looking for the silver lining in every situation, you learn to appreciate the little things in life, and the ability to get excited about something as small as making a new friend or meeting a handsome bronzerider allows V'an to approach each day with an enthusiasm that is both forthright and genuine. Very clearly a social creature, V'an is very rarely found alone, and when he does feel the need for some privacy he tends to occupy himself with tasks rather than be alone with his thoughts; he never really understood the whole 'introspection' thing.
Quite certainly a chatterbox and almost flamboyantly effeminate in his mannerisms - which are near-hyperactive at times - V'an has no compulsions about being himself, through and through. After all, big brother V'ince said that you should always be true to yourself! And V'an *ALWAYS* listens to what his big brother V'ince says. As a result, he tends to say exactly what's on his mind at any given moment, though luckily this rarely gets him in trouble simply due to the fact that he rarely entertains unkind or offensive thoughts. But it has earned him a reputation as both a master of the obvious and the person who often asks rhetorical questions expecting an actual answer, possessing an almost toddler-like point of view that everyone older than him is somehow omnipotent, and thus
well, they must have all the answers! It certainly is one reason that V'an is bad with responsibility, though not in the ways one might suspect. V'an is indeed distractible, but given some task will be able to conquer that tendency by seeing the task as a mission, something he is doing FOR someone
unfortunately, it's not very hard for him to feel overloaded, and as the first signs of legitimate stress he soon gets so nervous about failing or letting the person down that the very worry becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. But he always perks up quickly. He'll do better next time!
Traits snapshot: friendly, energetic, exuberant, enthusiastic, optimistic, naive, emotional, flighty
Mother: Rinchia [+27]
Father: Vaclin ('Vac') [+28]
Siblings: Varin [+5], Rancli [+4], Varince [+2]
Most people wouldn't guess that Vance is actually Bitran. His parents - Vaclin (eternally known as 'Vac') and Rinchia - were well off within the Hold itself, though they were far removed from the major bloodlines; Varince's father had advanced by craft, not blood. Technically, Vac held the rank of Journeyman Harper, but his specialty was the making of customized decks of cards, and when it came to vibrant detail work there was no one better. It was into this situation that Vance was born, the last of four - into a family already harshly commanded by the unforgiving black-and-white views of his five-Turns-older brother, Varin, who would eventually enter the guard profession before being Searched at 19 while on a escorting job and Impressing to a brown at Fort Weyr. His second-oldest brother Rancli, born one Turn after Varin, was awkward and socially uncertain from the start. Varince, born two turns after, soon emerged as the charmer of the group, easy-going and charismatic.
And then came Vance. Varin was none too pleased with the youngest of the brood of four boys. Even from an toddler Vance was almost hyperactively feminine, and where other people were amused by such flamboyance and freedom of spirit at such a young age, Varin was horrified. The only positive of the situation was that, as Vance grew and his demeanor became even more dramatic, he became the more frequent object of Varin's criticisms, and Rancli was spared the abuse he had suffered as the previous black sheep of the family. But Vance was just the way he was, and he was only confused by this puzzling fact of his oldest brother's cruelty
confused, and hurt, sure, but he found salvation in Varince. His older brother took the young boy under his wing, and attempted to shelter him from Varin. But eventually, it began to wear on the youngest boy's spirit, and over the Turns Vance's energy began to dwindle, his weight began to drop, and his eternal grin to fade into a downtrodden bewilderment with his lot. But it wasn't until Varince, at 15, was unexpected Searched that he saw a way out from under his brother's thumb, and for Vance as well. Vac had never been blind to what was happening, and when Varince asked to take Vance to the Weyr with him
the father reluctantly agreed that perhaps that was best. Vance wasn't showing any signs of his flamboyancy dying down, after all, and even if it was cute when he was a child, now that the boy had reached thirteen the Bitran holders werent feeling quite so charitable towards him. A Weyr would be a better place for him, where even at Benden 'those kind of people' had an acknowledged place.
But Varince knew that Vance would forever be a second-class citizen at Benden, and he'd decided on his own that it wasn't the place for either of them. And so, making sure that Varin didn't know, Varince requested a transfer almost as soon as he arrived at the Weyr - it happened to be the middle of winter, and it was easy enough for the boy to fake a weakness of lung and shortness of breath which was most traditionally treated by recuperating in a warmer climate
he and Vance hadn't been at Benden for quarter of a Turn before they'd moved to Eastern, and they've been there ever since, starting a new life on their own - away from Bitra, and away from Varin.
The Turns since Varin's constant battering on his spirit have been good to Vance, and he sees this new Weyr life and its wonderful liberality as the greatest gift in the world. It's a gift that he doesn't intend to waste
when he was Searched, a turn after arriving at Eastern, he eagerly began to count down the days until he could begin to Stand.
Finally reaching his 15th birthday, Vance stood for his first clutch, seeking to attract one of the fourteen precious dragonets that gold Ticiath had birthed after her first mating flight. But no dragon found him on the sands
still, he sees that as quite okay, because it gave him the opportunity to meet Benris, a boy of his own age who he quickly began to bond with after they shared - *gasp* - a KISS after their mutually disappointing hatching. They soon agreed to be cotmates, and as far as Vance is concerned, everything's looking up.
The death of two goldriders and their golds deeply shook up the young boy, but he bounced back from that as quickly as from everything else, even finding a firelizard clutch while out with his friend Tymon and Impressing to a green flit two days after the tragedy. He named the imperious little creature Ethra, and it wasn't long before there was another small milestone in his young life - he asked Benris to be his boyfriend, and to his eternal delight, his cotmate accepted.
It wasn't too terribly long until there was another clutch on the Sands, and Vance was keen to experience his third hatching, both hopeful and excited for both himself, his older brother, and his boyfriend. But to Vance - er, V'an's complete jubilation, not only he but all three of them Impressed! Varince - now V'ince - walked away with a blue and Benris - now B'ris - with a darling little brown, and V'an finally had his green dragon, his precious Nynseth who, in his opinion, is *only* the bestest green dragon ever.
Weyrlinghood was an exciting time for the pair, and life was good... just about up until it was time to graduate. On the last Threadfall they were to fly before graduating into the fighting Wings, an injured brown plummeted from the skies and crashed into Nynseth, leaving her with heavy injuries - with a compound fracture of her left femur, two broken ribs, a broken AND dislocated wing, shredded wingsails, and deep gashes across her abdomen, it was touch and go for several days, and there were serious scares due to infection and general weakness for as long as a month or two into her recovery. It was a full six months before Nynseth was allowed to move on her own, swaddled in bandages and with her injured hind leg supported by a wheeled cart, but the true danger has passed, and with water therapy beginning to slowly strengthen her muscles again, perhaps the bad days are finally over for now...