Character Number: 3
Play-by: Yannick Bonheur
Character Name: Elan'vis (born Elannel)
Age: 21 turns, born summer Turn 2027, 20th turn of the 9th Pass.
Ranking Position: Fisherman
Residence: Southern Seahold
Origin: Fishing Village
Family: Father, Yannel, deceased at 42 in a storm, Mother, Elannica, deceased at 38 in a storm, sister, Yanna, 13 Turns
Lover(s): No one yet, but interested in men
Bubbly | Glutton | Loving
2 ft. 8 in., Blue Fancy Flitt
Arrogant, Imaginative, Fearless
Starburst Fancy Flitt Morgiana/Prized Bronze Fancy Flitt Hunk
Standing Number: 1st Hatching
A person with this ability is really good with repairs and building just about anything if they spend long enough to learn it. They also make good tinkerers and inventors.
Restriction in its use with Perfectionist's Charm, Sebell's Charm, and Robinton's Skill
This ability counts as 1 point.
People with this ability are natural born survivalists and will do better living Holdless than other people. They have no trouble roughing it in the wild all across Pern even during a Pass.
This ability counts as 1 point
Elannel, like his mother and sister, has skin the color of milky klah. When he (rarely) smiles, the contrast with his bright white teeth is stunning. He spends much more time frowning, deep in thought, however, and his soft lips are more often pressed tight together with worry then stretched in a pleasant expression. His eyes are significantly darker than his skin, with the pupil almost indistinguishable from the iris. His hair is cut as short as possible, to keep it from tangling in his nets or rigging, but is the same color as his eyes. He is tall and muscular, with the fitness of a hard worker who must live by his labor. His clothes are threadbare, and frequently mended, and his posture and mannerisms make him likely to be unnoticed in the background.
Elannel is very businesslike. He comes in to shore every day to barter his catch away, and he is a sharp negotiator, always demanding the best possible price for his fish. Some people might even call him miserly, despite his young age, because he doesn't pay much attention to the hungry stares of people who were having worse luck, no matter how pitiable they seem. He keeps the cheapest possible lodgings, eats the cheapest possible food, choosing stale bread and hard cheese to go with his own fish, even when other merchants know he had a good day of business. He even keeps the lowest quality of his own catch for his dinner, and doesn't bother to buy anything for seasoning. He eats to live, not to enjoy it. The brown fancy flitt always on his shoulder is the only extravagance the young man seems to have ever indulged in, but he too is fed on cheap supplies, though the innards from cleaning Elannel's catch are much more appealing and nutritious for a flitter than the cheapest foods humans can eat.
If there is a time that Elannel is actually happy, it's on his little boat, out every day catching fish. As long as he is working toward his goal, he isn't worrying, and there's something really peaceful about the repetitive motions, and the almost complete solitude. He loves diving for his traps when it's the right season, setting his nets, just sitting patiently, waiting. It's during his time on land, after selling his catch, that he descends into worrying counting up each mark, and counting down each day, and refraining from growling at the people who told him that he was too young to take care of his sister, and she would be better off in an orphanage hoping for some childless family to adopt and apprentice her.
Elannel's parents were simple fishermen, and the three of them spent his first six turns almost exclusively on a small fishing boat. During the slow times when they were waiting to pull in nets or lines, he learned his basic letters and numbers, enough to make sure he was never cheated. When he had six turns, his sister was born, and the routine changed somewhat. For the first turn, he spent the days out with his father while his mother stayed home with Yanna. Then, when she was weaned, his parents took turns going out on the boat with him, and on days when they expected heavier labor, he remained home with the toddler, keeping her fed and quiet, and telling her stories of enormous fish that could swallow boats, and tiny fish that granted wishes. He taught her the old fishermen legends his father taught him over their mother's objections, and sang some of the shanties the seafolk sang when they docked in the city, and basically thought she was the best thing on land, and she followed him around everywhere as much as possible.
On one of his days on the land, a storm had been expected in the afternoon, so his parents were heading out early to pull in their traps ahead of the storm. The storm struck earlier than expected, and Elannel and Yanna waited for two days before their parents' little boat washed ashore, intact but empty. Yanna had only 8 turns, and Elannel only 14. He was old enough to take over his parents' little fishing boat, and take care of himself, but his sister was taken away from him, and put in an orphanage. He doesn't really think it's likely that she will get adopted and apprenticed to a craft, so he is working to save the money to buy her when she would be sold into slavery. He still has several turns, but he is planning carefully to be certain he will have enough marks, which is why he is so miserly.
The people who notice the relative extravagance of his ownership of a fancy flitt would not be surprised to know he acquired Klah by accident. Elannel's one and only attempt at earning marks in a less than honest way had been smuggling a stolen fancy flitt egg to an interested Northerner who wanted to try breeding them to the Northern breeds. When the egg hatched earlier than expected, Elannel ended up with Klah, and was in a bind. He ended up using almost all of his savings to buy another egg, which those who know him assume was how he got Klah. He successfully transported that egg to the Northerner, at a significant loss. In order to make up the lost marks, he stopped drinking klah, and swore never to get involved in any attempt at being sneaky again. He just wasn't good at it, and the stress had made the klah disagree with him anyway. While those who knew his flitt's name assumed that Klah was named for his color, his name was meant as a reminder that Elannel had him instead of the energizing morning drink. While he hoped that most people assumed the purchased egg was the direct source of his own pet, after the failed attempt at egg smuggling, Elannel relocated to the Southern Seahold, hoping that he could make better profits there, and that no one would ever think about why he had a flitt.
Eventually, Elannel realized that it was the best accident he could have had, because Klah kept him from being completely lonely while he worked alone every day. Those first few sevendays when the fisherman was getting used to waking in the middle of the night without klah, though, he hadn't been so sure.
After hearing about the pearls from various other sailors, Elannel went to the Feast for Peace, where he not only met pearls, he was unexpectedly reunited with his little sister. Apparently, despite his obsessive work to save up enough money to take care of her, the orphanage sold her into slavery much younger than was legal. She was rescued by Locke before anything too terrible happened to her, and Elannel suddenly had a sister without having to spend all of his hard-earned marks to get her back.
The two of them spent as much time as possible with the glint, with Elannel quietly hoping that Yanna (and maybe even he) would be able to permanently connect to the pearls one day, completely protecting them from the poverty of his previous life as a fisherman. At the first hatching, as pearls began bonding with spectators instead of going straight out to sea, Elannel became confident that they had made the right choice. Yanna would definitely connect with a pearl, if not this time, then eventually.
Of course, he was six turns older, so it shouldn't have surprised him when one of the black pearl hatchlings chose him, while Yanna remained currently unattached. That was not a problem, she was young, she would have other chances, and he now had two people he loved enough to die for, as well as a community that valued him as a member. Elan'vis was cautiously optimistic for his and Yanna's future for the first time since their parents' deaths.