Birthing Date: 08.14.2740
Craft: Smithcraft (Sr. Apprentice)
Cullen is a rather plain and somewhat forgettable young man with a body tells a simple, honest story of the hard work that shaped him thus. Not a tall fellow for all that his sire was and Cullen favors his mother's height, coloring and and many more traits besides. He stands 5'6, weights in at about 220 lbs and all together makes for a barrel chested, strong lad. His hair is a coal black, with the old gunmetal gray in places and in others, it is thin. Male baldness and early graying being old friends as far as the family blood line is concerned. As such is true, Cullen likes to keep his hair shone as close to the scalp as a sharp knife will allow. His complexion is dusky, olive touched and tanned deep from sun exposure and riddled with old and new scars alike. A splatter of burn spots are raised across his left arm; a minor accident that served a painful reminder to be careful. The old, gray-brown scar tissue there grows no hair but is surrounded by a forest of bristly, black arm hair. Cullen's face sports a short, black beard that makes him look older than his twenty turns and his pale green eyes stand out boldly against his deeply tanned skin. His hands are rough and calloused, nails ground down and often dusty or coal stained.
Never one to give mind to formal dressing, Cullen wears the kind of clothing you would expect from a man who sweats profusely and toils away his hours melting, pouring and shaping metal. Dark colors, despite the heat because the light just helps to show the damage he's inflicted upon them. Jewelry is a non entity; Cullen is rather of the opinion such things are for woman folk and that a man's accessory lies in a belt he can use or gloves to protect him.
Smarter than he looks, Cullen has an avid curiosity that has led him to be quite well read. He fancies himself a bit of a rustic scholar; no Harper to be sure but smart all the same. It's something he is rather proud of, his knowledge of his craft and a few other things beside. Like knife work, skinning, hunting and how to carve figures out of bone. Rather proud and rather arrogant in the areas he considers to be an expert on. Now that said, Cullen is no fop, no poppin-jay and for the most part is a quiet, perspective man who would rather listen than talk. Just because he has his areas of interest that are closely bound up in pride doesn't mean he is easy to talk to. He's pleasant enough in mixed company but doesn't open up to just anyone. There is a mule like stubbornness about him, especially when forced to admit he was wrong which is one reason for his caution to expose his opinions and feelings. How he hates admitted to wrong and will dodge and weave to avoid such.
That slow attitude toward emotion sharing spills over into his romantic life and being Craft bred has given him specific attitudes he takes to his courting. Yes, truly, what Cullen does in pursuit of romance can be called nothing less then courtship for love comes hand in hand with the expectation of sex. Cullen dislikes the one night stand as much as he dislikes slamming his thumb with the hammer. Leaves a bad taste in his mouth and he will say so if asked. Such feelings ought to prove interesting obstacles should he ever manage to Impress.
Cullen grew up in his father's cot hold about half a mile outside of Eastern Hold's territory and he was born the eldest of three. Ulsten was a farmer who worked the land as his father had before him back at Southern Hold. Ulsten had taken his father far from his old home with dreams of making his own profitable farm. Fantrick, a childhood companion of Ulsten, kept in contact with the family over the turns but especially after he moved to Eastern Hold a few turns after the 9th pass began. Fantrick, a Smith of some notable talent, begged to apprentice Cullen. From his visits to the family, he could see the boy had an sharp wit and though he could go far in the Smith craft if given half an opportunity. When Cullen was twelve, Fantrick took him to Eastern Hold where he apprenticed him as a Smith.
After six turns under Fantrick's tutelage, Cullen had settled into the routine of Smithing and was well on his way to walking the tables. During his time at Eastern Hold, he had seen handfuls of young boys and men be Searched by dragons from the Hold and news had flooded back telling of the successful Impressions of some. Though Cullen loved his Craft, he couldn't deny the curiosity and the underlying envy of the ones who were lucky enough to bond with Dragons. Cullen himself had almost given up the thought he would ever be Searched after his twentieth birthing day came but then a Dragon arrived on Search. Twelve eggs had been laid by Queen Xyxith at the Weyr and Cullen, to his ultimate surprise, was gleaned as suitable along with a few others.
Now on his way to Eastern Weyr, Cullen contemplates a life that has suddenly taken a new and unexpected direction.