| NAME | sibar |
| GENDER | male |
| PRONOUNS | he / him / his |
| SPECIES | human |
| AGE | 16 |
| HEIGHT | 5'10" |
| RESIDENCE | cothold |
| OCCUPATION | farmhand |
| ORIGIN | pern |
chaotic-good shit disturber rowdy - bawdy - social - good natured | |
| art © worldspinner | |
For all his recklessness, Sibar has a good heart. He's unerringly loyal to his friends and highly protective. He'll throw himself in front of danger to keep them safe, with no thought in his head for his own safety. He can't stand bullies or injustice and will voice his opinions loudly, even if they're directed at a lord. He will, one day, suffer the consequences of a loose tongue filled with low words. But for now he's a carefree sport who most wants fun and good company. Sibar hates being on his own for any length of time, although he doesn't always have to be roughhousing in the fields to be kept happy. He's content to sit next to a friend or two and watch the clouds go by.
Sibar has aspirations for learning to read and write, but as a farmhand and an illegitimate son this is a lofty ambition.
Sibar and Biacha's chores are interrupted by a strange visitor.
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