Post by Weland Kaitos on May 18, 2022 1:00:54 GMT
Weland Kaitos
NAME Weland Lennox Kaitos | AGE Fourteen years old (24 actually) |
OCCUPATION Team Rocket | HOMETOWN Oasis City, Shula |
GENDER/SEXUALITY Male (he/him) / Bi (doesn't know/care atm) | PLAYED BY Bright |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • Resilient • Good listener • Excellent at lying • Adaptable • Careful | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • Desensitized • Cruel sense of humor • Low self-worth/self-sacrificing • Extremely pessimistic • Possessive |
LIKES • Dark humor • Riling people up • Storms, with thunder and not • Tea, especially milk teas • Stargazing | DISLIKES: • Being micromanaged • Emotional people • Getting gifts • Arguing • Team Rocket |
personality (written)
Weland is a very resilient kind of person, capable of withstanding even the most horrible of situations. The negative side of this, however, is that by this point in his life he's been desensitized, making him seem cold and unsympathetic to even the worst of situations or injuries.
Despite this, he is a good listener, even if he's not quite a comforting one. Though he has a very cruel sense of humor, he most often turns it towards himself, typically only turning it towards others when it's others that are making the jokes.
In any case, no matter how offensive the jab made towards him, he'll always laugh. Though he's always been a fan of darker humor, it only got to this level of downright lack of care after he was recaptured by Team Rocket.
By this point, it's a coping mechanism.
Weland has a very low self-worth, also as a coping mechanism. He's quickly learned that his pride means nothing if he wants to survive, and so he's squashed it down as far as it'll go- despite his drive to survive, however, he tends to be self-sacrificing towards those who have shown even the vaguest kindness to him, acting as a willing scapegoat for their mistakes.
…Though, really, he'll let himself be scapegoated for anything if he thinks the pros outweigh the cons.
He's excellent at lying, though he isn't particularly dishonest. He only lies about what he thinks he needs to lie about, and at those times he dedicates all of his energy to coming up with the most airtight, convincing lies he can.
He can definitely be considered adaptable because of this and other things, the best example of which is the case of his lost arm and how quickly he adapted to operating without it. He's also very careful, knowing well his position and the stakes of messing up. Any lies he tells are likely to be taken all the way to his grave.
Weland is very introverted, preferring to spend his time alone since even before he was recaptured by Team Rocket. He tends to only speak when spoken to when he feels it's the safest option for him,
Another trait from his time before is that, like many of his siblings, he's very possessive and defensive of the few things and people he considers 'his'.
At the end of the day, these days, he's an extremely pessimistic man, prone to expecting and believing the worst out of any given situation.
Hope is a foreign thing to him, just how he likes it- if his expectations are low, then he can never be disappointed.
(Though he'll never admit it, especially with how he last left them, he misses his family deeply- especially his mother and his younger brother, Kai.)
Despite this, he is a good listener, even if he's not quite a comforting one. Though he has a very cruel sense of humor, he most often turns it towards himself, typically only turning it towards others when it's others that are making the jokes.
In any case, no matter how offensive the jab made towards him, he'll always laugh. Though he's always been a fan of darker humor, it only got to this level of downright lack of care after he was recaptured by Team Rocket.
By this point, it's a coping mechanism.
Weland has a very low self-worth, also as a coping mechanism. He's quickly learned that his pride means nothing if he wants to survive, and so he's squashed it down as far as it'll go- despite his drive to survive, however, he tends to be self-sacrificing towards those who have shown even the vaguest kindness to him, acting as a willing scapegoat for their mistakes.
…Though, really, he'll let himself be scapegoated for anything if he thinks the pros outweigh the cons.
He's excellent at lying, though he isn't particularly dishonest. He only lies about what he thinks he needs to lie about, and at those times he dedicates all of his energy to coming up with the most airtight, convincing lies he can.
He can definitely be considered adaptable because of this and other things, the best example of which is the case of his lost arm and how quickly he adapted to operating without it. He's also very careful, knowing well his position and the stakes of messing up. Any lies he tells are likely to be taken all the way to his grave.
Weland is very introverted, preferring to spend his time alone since even before he was recaptured by Team Rocket. He tends to only speak when spoken to when he feels it's the safest option for him,
Another trait from his time before is that, like many of his siblings, he's very possessive and defensive of the few things and people he considers 'his'.
At the end of the day, these days, he's an extremely pessimistic man, prone to expecting and believing the worst out of any given situation.
Hope is a foreign thing to him, just how he likes it- if his expectations are low, then he can never be disappointed.
(Though he'll never admit it, especially with how he last left them, he misses his family deeply- especially his mother and his younger brother, Kai.)
POKEMON
Species: Random | Gender: Random | Ability: Random | Level: 10
Moves: Random
Species: Random | Gender: Random | Ability: Random | Level: 10
Moves: Random
APPEARANCE
Standing at a similar height to his littermates at 6'5" (6'4" if you don't count his ears), it wouldn't be a stretch to call Weland intimidating. Though not built by any means, he's decently muscled, with short, fluffy dark green hair, thick eyebrows, and pale green tinged scars across his face and arm. He also has a large nose, something he feels sets him apart from his family (though he's not sure where it could have come from).
He only has one arm, his right, with his left having been amputated at the shoulder after potentially life-threatening injuries. Though he's often fairly pale, his skin has olive undertones, and though his blood runs just as red as anyone else's, any fresh or damaged skin tends to take on a greenish tint.
He's most often dressed in a sort of pseudo-military style, favoring dark greens, low-saturation colors, and camo print. His favorite (and only) jacket is dark green and cuts off at the elbow, which makes it much easier for him to pin his left sleeve up and out of the way.
He also favors low cuts on his few shirts, most often seen wearing a light brown, low-cut tank; in addition to that, he's fond of baggy camo pants and shin-height boots, though the latter is more by necessity than anything else (since he…doesn't really get much of a paycheck at all to speak of).
With his baggy pants, hiding his large, somewhat flat tail is just a matter of tucking it in, but his Leafeon ears are another story. At the moment, he hides his ears under a dark green rocket-issue cap, which he often pulls down over his eyebrows. This limits his hearing, of course, but that's something he can deal with to try and avoid being recognized.
His most prized accessory, though, and one that for once he wasn't really locked into, are his dog tags. In very small, engraved text, the first tag lists his first two initials, last name, a leaf symbol, and the words 'Never Break Down'. The second features a collection of symbols associated with each of his siblings, complete with a heart of steel for his mother. These symbols are also very small so they'll fit, some downright impossible to figure out unless told, but he always will remember every last detail.
He bought them for himself with his own money sometime after getting his first job in Drogo Village, and treasures them like nothing else- to the point where, when someone tried to take them from him, he ripped them off and shoved them down his pants. Nobody really wanted to touch them after that, which is more than fine with him.
Besides intimidating, it wouldn't be a stretch to call Weland handsome, either- you know, in a rugged sort of way. After all, though he may look a bit unconventional, it looks good on him- you know, when he tries.
He only has one arm, his right, with his left having been amputated at the shoulder after potentially life-threatening injuries. Though he's often fairly pale, his skin has olive undertones, and though his blood runs just as red as anyone else's, any fresh or damaged skin tends to take on a greenish tint.
He's most often dressed in a sort of pseudo-military style, favoring dark greens, low-saturation colors, and camo print. His favorite (and only) jacket is dark green and cuts off at the elbow, which makes it much easier for him to pin his left sleeve up and out of the way.
He also favors low cuts on his few shirts, most often seen wearing a light brown, low-cut tank; in addition to that, he's fond of baggy camo pants and shin-height boots, though the latter is more by necessity than anything else (since he…doesn't really get much of a paycheck at all to speak of).
With his baggy pants, hiding his large, somewhat flat tail is just a matter of tucking it in, but his Leafeon ears are another story. At the moment, he hides his ears under a dark green rocket-issue cap, which he often pulls down over his eyebrows. This limits his hearing, of course, but that's something he can deal with to try and avoid being recognized.
His most prized accessory, though, and one that for once he wasn't really locked into, are his dog tags. In very small, engraved text, the first tag lists his first two initials, last name, a leaf symbol, and the words 'Never Break Down'. The second features a collection of symbols associated with each of his siblings, complete with a heart of steel for his mother. These symbols are also very small so they'll fit, some downright impossible to figure out unless told, but he always will remember every last detail.
He bought them for himself with his own money sometime after getting his first job in Drogo Village, and treasures them like nothing else- to the point where, when someone tried to take them from him, he ripped them off and shoved them down his pants. Nobody really wanted to touch them after that, which is more than fine with him.
Besides intimidating, it wouldn't be a stretch to call Weland handsome, either- you know, in a rugged sort of way. After all, though he may look a bit unconventional, it looks good on him- you know, when he tries.
HISTORY
Blanket content warning for abuse, kidnapping, mutilation (not in detail).
(Click each chapter title to open.)
(Click each chapter title to open.)
{CHAPTER I: Escape}
Though they've never spoken about it in depth, Weland truly thinks his memories of their childhood are the clearest of all his siblings.
Being a Kaitos, he hardly considers this a good thing.
After all, his mother, Jean Kaitos, was one of the originators of Team Rocket's gijinka program, and the first to produce a successful outcome.
Weland was born in the first litter with his brothers Caspian and Logan, each a never-before-seen cross of human and Pokemon DNA (at least, as far as Team Rocket scientists at the time were concerned).
Technically the youngest of the triplets, he was taken from her soon after he was born.
Though his memories at that young were understandably hazy, he remembers being experimented on every day before being given time with their mother, having his capabilities tested- carefully, at first, then with less consideration.
He remembers hugging his brothers, whispering in conspiratorial tones, planning an escape even at their youngest ages.
He remembers when more of his siblings came, three with the second litter and two with the third. He remembers the last one, tiny and helpless, and how helpless everyone seemed.
He remembers when he was 2 years old, not old enough to understand but old enough to feign bravery, knowing he'd heal fast and hoping to leave looking unharmed.
He remembers when he was 3, trying to convince one of his younger brothers to hide from the scientists in their mother's room, trying in vain to take the fall for him when their plot was found out.
He remembers when he was 4, already a lanky preteen, brought into a room for the thousandth time and made to sit and swelter under a Pokemon's artificial sun.
More than anything, though, he remembers when his youngest sister turned 2, and when he, Logan, and Caspian somehow sprung the door.
He remembers the thrill quite well, and he remembers better the relief he felt once they'd reached Drogo Village, when they decided that would be where they'd stay.
Though they've never spoken about it in depth, Weland truly thinks his memories of their childhood are the clearest of all his siblings.
Being a Kaitos, he hardly considers this a good thing.
After all, his mother, Jean Kaitos, was one of the originators of Team Rocket's gijinka program, and the first to produce a successful outcome.
Weland was born in the first litter with his brothers Caspian and Logan, each a never-before-seen cross of human and Pokemon DNA (at least, as far as Team Rocket scientists at the time were concerned).
Technically the youngest of the triplets, he was taken from her soon after he was born.
Though his memories at that young were understandably hazy, he remembers being experimented on every day before being given time with their mother, having his capabilities tested- carefully, at first, then with less consideration.
He remembers hugging his brothers, whispering in conspiratorial tones, planning an escape even at their youngest ages.
He remembers when more of his siblings came, three with the second litter and two with the third. He remembers the last one, tiny and helpless, and how helpless everyone seemed.
He remembers when he was 2 years old, not old enough to understand but old enough to feign bravery, knowing he'd heal fast and hoping to leave looking unharmed.
He remembers when he was 3, trying to convince one of his younger brothers to hide from the scientists in their mother's room, trying in vain to take the fall for him when their plot was found out.
He remembers when he was 4, already a lanky preteen, brought into a room for the thousandth time and made to sit and swelter under a Pokemon's artificial sun.
More than anything, though, he remembers when his youngest sister turned 2, and when he, Logan, and Caspian somehow sprung the door.
He remembers the thrill quite well, and he remembers better the relief he felt once they'd reached Drogo Village, when they decided that would be where they'd stay.
{CHAPTER II: Life Goes On}
Life in Drogo Village was peaceful, and finally the Kaitos family was able to relax. They hadn't escaped unscathed, however, and Weland found himself (and his littermates) picking up the pieces while their mother struggled with her demons.
While Logan the eldest tended to act as their de facto father and Caspian busied himself with dreams of a star-studded future, Weland had other ideas.
He became a jokester of sorts, trying to entertain and distract his youngest siblings from the ordeal they'd all endured. He took his mother stargazing, happy to stay by her side even when sick of his siblings' company.
Even when he left home he didn't go far- though he essentially made a second home for himself out of a dilapidated house at Faraday Island's Outpost, he'd only use that home when he truly needed a break from his family, building it into his fortress of rest and solitude.
The rest of the time he spent home in Drogo Village, caring for his mother and his siblings wherever he could. With his partner Pokemon, a shiny Sewaddle named Savoy, he got a job not battling at but maintaining the Drogo Gym, and he remained that way for a while.
His partner Pokemon was, in essence, his closest companion, keeping him company even when he couldn't stand anyone else.
Though not officially caught until the family had settled in Drogo Village, he'd met the strangely-colored Sewaddle while resting in the safety of Maplemaze Forest. Able to speak to the outcast grass type and find common ground, they made fast friends- so much so that, although Weland never got into battling in earnest, the duo would still enjoy battling wild Pokemon and the Pokemon of the ranchers living around the Outpost.
Weland dreamed of having a ranch of his own one day, and would talk about it whenever he had the chance- though he never told his family where his 'safehouse' was, they would probably be able to guess from his musings.
In turn, he'd listen to his siblings' aspirations, making teasing little jabs at them but generally trying to be supportive.
Still, despite him generally being well-intentioned, sometimes his teasing would cause friction.
Sometimes, his siblings would tease back, and that would cause conflict, too.
And sometimes, he'd get into full-on arguments with them. When his teasing grated, when they had bad days, when he had bad days, emotions tended to bubble to the surface...and each time it got heated, he would leave to his safehouse, taking some time at the Outpost to cool off before inevitably returning, spirits high and his now-Swadloon companion on his shoulder.
But one fateful day, he and his brother Kai got into an argument, one that between Kai's hot temper and Weland's near lack of emotional fluency left the Leafeon gijinka more furious than ever.
Shouting that he needed some time to himself, he stormed out,
And he was never seen again.
Life in Drogo Village was peaceful, and finally the Kaitos family was able to relax. They hadn't escaped unscathed, however, and Weland found himself (and his littermates) picking up the pieces while their mother struggled with her demons.
While Logan the eldest tended to act as their de facto father and Caspian busied himself with dreams of a star-studded future, Weland had other ideas.
He became a jokester of sorts, trying to entertain and distract his youngest siblings from the ordeal they'd all endured. He took his mother stargazing, happy to stay by her side even when sick of his siblings' company.
Even when he left home he didn't go far- though he essentially made a second home for himself out of a dilapidated house at Faraday Island's Outpost, he'd only use that home when he truly needed a break from his family, building it into his fortress of rest and solitude.
The rest of the time he spent home in Drogo Village, caring for his mother and his siblings wherever he could. With his partner Pokemon, a shiny Sewaddle named Savoy, he got a job not battling at but maintaining the Drogo Gym, and he remained that way for a while.
His partner Pokemon was, in essence, his closest companion, keeping him company even when he couldn't stand anyone else.
Though not officially caught until the family had settled in Drogo Village, he'd met the strangely-colored Sewaddle while resting in the safety of Maplemaze Forest. Able to speak to the outcast grass type and find common ground, they made fast friends- so much so that, although Weland never got into battling in earnest, the duo would still enjoy battling wild Pokemon and the Pokemon of the ranchers living around the Outpost.
Weland dreamed of having a ranch of his own one day, and would talk about it whenever he had the chance- though he never told his family where his 'safehouse' was, they would probably be able to guess from his musings.
In turn, he'd listen to his siblings' aspirations, making teasing little jabs at them but generally trying to be supportive.
Still, despite him generally being well-intentioned, sometimes his teasing would cause friction.
Sometimes, his siblings would tease back, and that would cause conflict, too.
And sometimes, he'd get into full-on arguments with them. When his teasing grated, when they had bad days, when he had bad days, emotions tended to bubble to the surface...and each time it got heated, he would leave to his safehouse, taking some time at the Outpost to cool off before inevitably returning, spirits high and his now-Swadloon companion on his shoulder.
But one fateful day, he and his brother Kai got into an argument, one that between Kai's hot temper and Weland's near lack of emotional fluency left the Leafeon gijinka more furious than ever.
Shouting that he needed some time to himself, he stormed out,
And he was never seen again.
{CHAPTER III: Catch}
He didn't just vanish into thin air. He would never leave his family like that, never.
Maybe his family knew that. Maybe they were worried. Maybe they did just think he left.
He wouldn't get to know.
Absolutely fuming after the argument with Kai, he made his way to Faraday Island, to his safe haven at the outpost. There, he and Savoy threw themselves into any distraction they could find, doing any odd job they could just to keep Weland's mind off of the fight.
He was less subtle than the Kaitos family had had to be back then. Much less subtle.
It only took one instance of him pulling off his hat to fan himself for his ears to be noticed, and for word to spread. Not bad word, per se- the people in the area knew him well and considered him a good man, if rather odd.
But...any sort of notoriety was bad for him, especially if Team Rocket was still searching for their lost experiments.
Eventually, word got around, he was spotted in the area by Team Rocket grunts, and as he headed alone towards the coast on his way back to Typheus Island, he was confronted.
No matter how hard he and Savoy fought, they were outnumbered, and once the Swadloon was subdued Weland quickly was as well, taken back to Rocket base.
From there on, he was kept at HQ, locked away.
Savoy was split from him, of course- being a shiny Pokemon and relatively battle-competent, there was no way they would be left with a test subject, not when there was use for them.
For the first time in his life since he was young, he was completely alone.
He didn't just vanish into thin air. He would never leave his family like that, never.
Maybe his family knew that. Maybe they were worried. Maybe they did just think he left.
He wouldn't get to know.
Absolutely fuming after the argument with Kai, he made his way to Faraday Island, to his safe haven at the outpost. There, he and Savoy threw themselves into any distraction they could find, doing any odd job they could just to keep Weland's mind off of the fight.
He was less subtle than the Kaitos family had had to be back then. Much less subtle.
It only took one instance of him pulling off his hat to fan himself for his ears to be noticed, and for word to spread. Not bad word, per se- the people in the area knew him well and considered him a good man, if rather odd.
But...any sort of notoriety was bad for him, especially if Team Rocket was still searching for their lost experiments.
Eventually, word got around, he was spotted in the area by Team Rocket grunts, and as he headed alone towards the coast on his way back to Typheus Island, he was confronted.
No matter how hard he and Savoy fought, they were outnumbered, and once the Swadloon was subdued Weland quickly was as well, taken back to Rocket base.
From there on, he was kept at HQ, locked away.
Savoy was split from him, of course- being a shiny Pokemon and relatively battle-competent, there was no way they would be left with a test subject, not when there was use for them.
For the first time in his life since he was young, he was completely alone.
{CHAPTER IV: Release}
Tests were run on him again, of course. Though Rocket had more than managed to create more gijinka children, it was still an imprecise science, and many gijinka children created by Team Rocket had either escaped out into the world or were essentially child status symbols for powerful associates.
To have a gijinka that could actually be experimented on, a subject that couldn't fight back...
That was a luxury.
And, having his records, Team Rocket scientists already knew the most interesting power his grass typing gave him: regeneration.
He was 7 years old when he disappeared, with all the age and appearance of a man at 21.
The next year, he stopped aging at 24, and lost his arm in an experiment to test the limits of his regeneration- or, rather, in a thinly-veiled punishment for his constant talking back.
The next, and the next, and the next- though it all blurred, he remembered every second, and more than anything he remembered when it stopped.
He remembered when testing slowed, became more infrequent.
He remembered being made fun of, remembered the jokes at his expense from outside his cell.
He remembered the first time he'd finally laughed, and how startling it was- to him, and everyone else.
And...
He remembered the first day he was allowed to really walk around.
He was watched, of course- they had people accompanying him, making sure he wouldn't make a break for it. He didn't even try, not wanting to test the length of his new (metaphorical) leash, and he returned to custody without complaint.
From then on, he was given that little bit more freedom. Tests, to see how he'd react. If he'd behave.
He did, if only to avoid retribution, and gradually he was given more and more freedom- supervised, of course, and never out of the HQ, but...
He was able to exercise, at least. And maybe it was stupid, but he needed it. He needed some kind of activity to keep his mind on, something to use to recover.
(Something to help him learn to live again.)
He could tell this was a transitional stage of some kind, but he didn't know to what. They'd wrung all they could out of him about his siblings and mother- that they were alive, and that they used to live by the Outpost (a lie). They also seemed to have gotten their fill of experimenting on him, of depriving him of light, of beating him down over and over again.
So that left one question:
What came next?
Well, he was Team Rocket property, and with the freedom and (limited) resources to take care of himself he was left (mostly) able-bodied.
Perhaps the answer should've been obvious all along.
7 years after his capture, he was properly inducted into Team Rocket.
He's still on a short leash, but it's more freedom than he's had in years.
He's not going to mess it up.
(He hopes his family can forgive him.)
Tests were run on him again, of course. Though Rocket had more than managed to create more gijinka children, it was still an imprecise science, and many gijinka children created by Team Rocket had either escaped out into the world or were essentially child status symbols for powerful associates.
To have a gijinka that could actually be experimented on, a subject that couldn't fight back...
That was a luxury.
And, having his records, Team Rocket scientists already knew the most interesting power his grass typing gave him: regeneration.
He was 7 years old when he disappeared, with all the age and appearance of a man at 21.
The next year, he stopped aging at 24, and lost his arm in an experiment to test the limits of his regeneration- or, rather, in a thinly-veiled punishment for his constant talking back.
The next, and the next, and the next- though it all blurred, he remembered every second, and more than anything he remembered when it stopped.
He remembered when testing slowed, became more infrequent.
He remembered being made fun of, remembered the jokes at his expense from outside his cell.
He remembered the first time he'd finally laughed, and how startling it was- to him, and everyone else.
And...
He remembered the first day he was allowed to really walk around.
He was watched, of course- they had people accompanying him, making sure he wouldn't make a break for it. He didn't even try, not wanting to test the length of his new (metaphorical) leash, and he returned to custody without complaint.
From then on, he was given that little bit more freedom. Tests, to see how he'd react. If he'd behave.
He did, if only to avoid retribution, and gradually he was given more and more freedom- supervised, of course, and never out of the HQ, but...
He was able to exercise, at least. And maybe it was stupid, but he needed it. He needed some kind of activity to keep his mind on, something to use to recover.
(Something to help him learn to live again.)
He could tell this was a transitional stage of some kind, but he didn't know to what. They'd wrung all they could out of him about his siblings and mother- that they were alive, and that they used to live by the Outpost (a lie). They also seemed to have gotten their fill of experimenting on him, of depriving him of light, of beating him down over and over again.
So that left one question:
What came next?
Well, he was Team Rocket property, and with the freedom and (limited) resources to take care of himself he was left (mostly) able-bodied.
Perhaps the answer should've been obvious all along.
7 years after his capture, he was properly inducted into Team Rocket.
He's still on a short leash, but it's more freedom than he's had in years.
He's not going to mess it up.
(He hopes his family can forgive him.)
{Extra: Trivia!}
-Savoy's sex is unknown, but they were nonbinary and went by they/them pronouns. Being a shiny Swadloon, they had a permanent sort of jitter in their legs, making them have to work much more slowly when sewing to ensure a good job. Before their and Weland's capture, they were actually working a lot faster than they used to!
-Though Savoy liked all of the Kaitos family, they had a particular fondness for Jean, and enjoyed helping her around the house where possible- if they weren't with Weland, of course.
-Weland and Keiju both shared a tendency to joke around, though Weland was much more prone to losing his temper if tossed into conflict with a sibling he was teasing than Keiju was. Still, he was very fond of Keiju because of this, and protective of him.
-He was also particularly fond of and protective of Myra, being that she's the youngest- though he couldn't at all stop her from becoming more emotionally reserved the way she was, he tried his best to make her smile and laugh whenever he could.
-Weland is thankfully right-handed- since he lost his left arm, he didn't have to re-learn how to write.
-He really doesn't like people calling him by his first name, since it just reminds him of his family- instead, he prefers they call him by his middle name, Lennox, but…anyone who already knows his first name probably would call him by it anyways.
-Savoy's sex is unknown, but they were nonbinary and went by they/them pronouns. Being a shiny Swadloon, they had a permanent sort of jitter in their legs, making them have to work much more slowly when sewing to ensure a good job. Before their and Weland's capture, they were actually working a lot faster than they used to!
-Though Savoy liked all of the Kaitos family, they had a particular fondness for Jean, and enjoyed helping her around the house where possible- if they weren't with Weland, of course.
-Weland and Keiju both shared a tendency to joke around, though Weland was much more prone to losing his temper if tossed into conflict with a sibling he was teasing than Keiju was. Still, he was very fond of Keiju because of this, and protective of him.
-He was also particularly fond of and protective of Myra, being that she's the youngest- though he couldn't at all stop her from becoming more emotionally reserved the way she was, he tried his best to make her smile and laugh whenever he could.
-Weland is thankfully right-handed- since he lost his left arm, he didn't have to re-learn how to write.
-He really doesn't like people calling him by his first name, since it just reminds him of his family- instead, he prefers they call him by his middle name, Lennox, but…anyone who already knows his first name probably would call him by it anyways.
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