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| E'sark |
| Birthdate: 3-12-2732 |
| Position: Bronzerider |
| Dragon: Heloth |
| Craft: n/a |
| Journal: esark.burningskies.net |
| Played By: James Franco |
Description
Haphazardly attractive, everything about him says that he doesn't care how he looks, it just naturally happens that he looks this good. E'sark is lean, a bit lanky, but not so tall as to stretch it all out to gawky proportions, nor short enough for his lack of bulk to leave him looking puny. His hair is short, dark and usually messy in just the right way, artfully neglected. His face could be gaunt if he missed a few meals, saved by the grace of cheekbones and a defined jaw. His eyes are the smaller, more narrow sort, but he's got a pretty set of lips and one of those ridiculously sparkling smiles.
His clothes follow suit with the rest of him, ensembles that don't take any effort to put together: light, button-down shirts with the collar loose and the cuffs rolled up; dark, dingy trousers built for hard wear and holding up to some obvious abuse; beat-up sandals most of the time, or old boots when the whether is cool enough. Sometimes there's a token or two hanging about neck or wrist, but when they come off, they're unlikely to go back on.
History
E'sark is pretty and he knows it. He's sailed through most of his life on easy bravado and the flash of a great smile. He was born in the Weyr — rider parents who left him to nannies and harpers despite there being no real reason they couldn't have raised him themselves. He grew up in the Weyr — winning hearts from a young age, breaking them just as quickly, charming those nannies and frustating those harpers with his complete disregard for his own future. But it didn't really matter that he never made plans because he just ended up impressing anyway, and a bronze at that, proving once again that he didn't really have to take any active role in his own success. As far as he can tell, life just sorts itself out around him.
Since impressing bronze Heloth, E'sark has continued to coast along, getting through weyrlinghood on the merits of latent athletic tendencies, a liberal dose of schmooze and a dragon who is much more concerned with their performance than he is. In recent years, they've been flying with the transport wing and otherwise giving fathers reason to lock up their innocent holder daughters.
Hooks
~Coming soon
