OOC Name: Sporelet
Title: Silver Handler
Sink a fortune
One or two ooh-oohs
Make you feel so good
TWENTY-SIX | PANGENDER
» height : 5'7"PERSONALITY
» build : Thin
» skin : Light Brown
» hair colour : Black
» hairstyle : Short . Styled
» eyes : Dark Brown
Ianyar can be a bit puzzling to meet for some people. Those who consider it a priority to pin down the gender of everyone they talk to will wonder—is he male? Female? Anyone rude enough to ask outright which it is will be treated to a deliberately-frustrating answer in return, most often simply 'yes', or a suggestive 'what do you think?' He's in that nebulous height range which could make him either a slightly short man or a somewhat tall woman, and his build is so slight that it's really impossible to tell if he has anything resembling breasts hidden underneath his clothes. Does he? Well, that's not really any of your business, is it? Ianyar delights in mixing and matching aspects of his personal appearance to display traits both masculine and feminine at the same time. Usually he has a particular aesthetic which he's leaning towards, sometimes appearing with a tailored men's suit in soft, feminine colours accented by gaudy jewelry and bold makeup, other times going ostensibly makeup-free and wearing a simple button-up shirt—above capri pants and high heels.
He's an attractive person, both in looks and in terms of how he acts around others; his demeanour is loud, noticeable, interesting. He attracts the notice of those nearby with his personality and reels them in with his looks—or perhaps it's the other way around. Either way, Ianyar is not homely in any regard, blessed with light, warm-brown skin and elegant, symmetrical features. His dark eyes stare from beneath thick black brows (which he of course keeps trimmed and plucked into a pleasing shape). His hair is short, especially around the sides and back, though he lets it grow just long enough on top for him to play with and style as he pleases. His face has a bit of a bold shape to it, with pronounced cheekbones and a strong jaw, but it's just graceful enough not to come off as overtly masculine. Maybe it's those generous lips, or the relative smallness of his nose. Which features people tend to focus on depends on how he's dressed and what he's done with his makeup, which can lead to people sometimes finding it hard to recognise him at a glance. He has a pretty distinctive manner, though, so that doesn't tend to be too much of an issue.
» disposition : MercurialHISTORY
» demeanour : Uninhibited
» confidence : Cocksure
» obstinacy : Indecisive
» integrity : Manipulative
» values : Pleasure . Gifts . Originality
» traits : Extroverted . Showy . Spontaneous . Frivolous . Self-absorbed
The best way to describe Ianyar's overall demeanour is 'larger-than-life'. His number one priority is to indulge his latest whim in the most ostentatious way possible, thereby achieving his baseline requirement for attention regardless of what he's actually doing. Love, hate, jealousy, obsession, it doesn't matter to him what kind of attention he's getting as long as people are focused on him. Ianyar thrives in the spotlight; he covets people who will laugh at his jokes, listen raptly to his stories, or lust after his body. One of the most surefire ways to ignite his temper is to ignore him when he's trying to interact with you; Ianyar does not take rejection well, and will get righteously angry if anyone dares to shut him down outright. This doesn't mean he blows up every time a friend turns down a coffee date—he knows when to wheedle, coax, or seduce, and certainly will if he believes such a method has any chance of working. But anyone who spurns him altogether is sure to be the subject of his latest jealous rant, at least until he finds something new to capture his interest.
Surprisingly, this is easier said than done. Getting in Ianyar's good graces is simple enough—give him a pretty bauble and show interest in his life, and you've at least earned yourself a smile and a wave whenever he sees you on the street. Capturing his interest, on the other hand, can be a frustrating endeavour that seems entirely dependent on luck and chance. Good looks help, and so does some measure of creativity—Ianyar favours the new and interesting, gravitating toward people whom he judges 'unique' in some way. He is capricious, however, and prone to losing interest without warning in people or pursuits with which he had previously seemed obsessed. Having Ianyar's interest can be a flattering and even thrilling experience—he is generous with his time and his money, going out of his way to impress those he likes and sparing no expense on gifts or outings. Perhaps it should come as no surprise, then, that sometimes he burns himself out on someone or something in particular, and needs time to attend to other needs before he has time for them again.
» mother : Essiana . +29
» father : Yaridric . +30
» brother : Ridian . +6
» brother : Sidrican . +4
» sister : Yarianri . +4
2888. Ianyar was born in the fall to a family of racing wher breeders in Keroon Hold. He was the youngest of four children—the third son, they called him, but we'll get to that in a bit. Whers ran in the family (if you'll excuse the pun). His father came from one side of the trade, being a skilled breeder who worked with various handlers to promote good genes in the racing wher population. His mother was bonded to a prizewinning silver wher; they won races together for turns. Essiana and Yaridric had met through the business, and although Essiana retired from racing in order to have children, between Yaridric's wher husbandry and Essiask's occasional but highly-valued clutches, the family was never short for money.
2894. By the time Ianyar was six, he had become thoroughly immersed in wher racing culture. He often attended races with his family, and would listen to his parents discuss the different entries or bet on who the winners would be. Wher racing was exciting and it was everything he knew. Ianyar loved it.
2900-2902. When Ianyar was twelve, his older brother Ridian Impressed to one of Essiask's children, brown Ridisk. Though he was too tall and sturdy to race on a wher, Ridian hired a jockey to train with him and Ridisk so that the brown could compete in saddled races. Additionally, he seemed set to follow in his father's footsteps, learning about the ins and outs of wher husbandry in order to someday make a name for himself by improving Essiask's line further.
2903. Three turns later, Ianyar's sister, Yarianri, Impressed to a lovely little blue wher, and her twin brother apprenticed under a beastcrafter in order to train runners. By this time Ianyar was certain that he wanted to compete in the saddle, although his parents warned him that he might yet grow too tall to race himself. He began to severely limit his diet, skipping meals when no one would notice, horrified of potentially becoming bulky and large.
2906-2908. The spring after Ianyar turned eighteen, his dream of racing his own wher became a real possibility when he Impressed a silver wher from Essiask's own clutch. He began raising and training Ianyask, and two turns later the pair were ready to compete in entry-level races. At twenty turns of age, he was still severely limiting his eating habits, even moreso now that being a jockey was an imminent reality rather than a dream for the future.
2908-2914. Ianyar and Ianyask began their racing career in lesser-known races where unknown whers could make their debuts. They proved formidable competitors, winning several races and quickly earning repute in racing circles. Ianyar eagerly took advantage of his new fame, spending most of his earnings on parties and other extravagances, milking all the glamour he could from the lifestyle of the racing-celebrity. He met new people and began to indulge parts of himself which he had never before had the opportunity to explore, shedding the title of 'third son' like old rags and becoming something more, a person who was both man and woman, who embraced every aesthetic as unique and interesting and gloried in the opportunities that breaking out of gender boundaries afforded to him. His parents were mortified that their youngest son was running around in skirts and women's makeup, but they had three other children to carry on the family legacy, so they tolerated his eccentricities with only the occasional squabble.
2914. After turns of being immersed in wher-racing from dusk to dawn, Ianyar had begun to get restless. Parties and new clothes and nights of passion weren't doing it for him anymore—he needed something more. When he was twenty-six turns old, Ianyar decided very suddenly that he was going to retire. Pulling up stakes from his home at Keroon, he travelled across the ocean to Landing Weyrhold to investigate the rumours he had heard of the new Weyr which had sprung up on a distant planet. The Green Star, it seemed, was a place of opportunity and adventure, mystery and untold possibility. It was just the sort of break he needed from the drag of keeping up with his old life of incessant competition and debauchery. From Landing Weyrhold he transferred to Discovery itself, intent on making a life for himself in this tantalizing new world.