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overbarreled) wrote2018-03-20 10:36 pm
overbarreled) wrote2018-03-20 10:36 pm
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SUB-LT. HENRY WELLARD
I'm no scarecrow neither--
who has to be tied up
so he don't bite his own shadow
STATISTICS
NAME Henry WellardTHE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE
PORT Portsmouth
DOB April 05 (23)
HEIGHT 5'09" / 1.75m
BUILD Ectomorph
HAIR Brown
EYES Hazel
SERVICE Royal Navy, Surface Fleet
RANK Sublieutenant (Sub-Lt.)
EDUCATION USNA (foreign cadet program)
an intense quiet & almost nervous energy; the constant odd fretfulness of someone who knows things could be worse and expects they might be soon
ABILITIES & SKILLS
NAVIGATIONAdvanced coursework; practical experienceLANGUAGESEnglish, Latin, some Ancient Greek, some French
CURRENT INFORMATION
Sublieutenant Henry Wellard serves in the Royal Navy with the Surface Fleet. He is currently stationed on the HMS Renown, a Type 45 destroyer, under the command of Captain James Sawyer.
He is also currently seeking reassignment to the HMS Hotspur, a Type 23 frigate, under the command of Commander Horatio Hornblower.
PERSONALITY
Henry isn't so much nervous as constantly very, very tight. He runs the gamut of emotions much like any other young man his age, but there's always something tightly wound just beneath the surface.
Underneath that constant string of tension, Henry is fundamentally a very sweet and cheerful young man. His first thought is more often others than himself. His attention is usually devoted to fussing and fretting little bits of the world around him into rights so that everyone (himself included) can simply enjoy themselves. His temper snaps hot, but it always runs out quickly, leaving him deflated back into someone trying to leave things better than he found them.
Some people decide that he's high-strung. Some people decide that he just needs to remember how to relax. Most people would say that, tense or not, Henry's most salient trait is loyalty. Once he makes friends, he's dogged in his devotion to them and his desire to keep them safe. While his service always comes first, his friends take a close second--and certainly sit somewhere in priority above himself.
APPEARANCE
Nearly every day since he joined up, Henry has been in uniform--largely because he's nearly always been at Portsmouth or at sea.
When he does pick his own clothing, he tends to dress very conservatively. His personal wardrobe is almost entirely dark colours, with lots of nearly-matching jumpers and slacks which, some might say, look fairly like the (cozy) civilian version of a uniform. The styling is largely accidental, and predates his involvement with the Navy.
Whatever he's wearing, Henry is largely a neat and tidy sort of person. He keeps his hair short and his creases sharp, even when he's on his own time. (That said, he has a perpetual cowlick when he first wakes up in the morning, much to his own chagrin.)
Particularly compared to many of his compatriots, Henry is not particularly tall. He does, however, appear to be when he isn't standing directly beside anyone. His lankiness was supposed to go away after his teenage years, but he hasn't seemed to quite grow into the longness of his arms, legs, or face.
Sublieutenant Henry Wellard serves in the Royal Navy with the Surface Fleet. He is currently stationed on the HMS Renown, a Type 45 destroyer, under the command of Captain James Sawyer.
He is also currently seeking reassignment to the HMS Hotspur, a Type 23 frigate, under the command of Commander Horatio Hornblower.
PERSONALITY
Henry isn't so much nervous as constantly very, very tight. He runs the gamut of emotions much like any other young man his age, but there's always something tightly wound just beneath the surface.
Underneath that constant string of tension, Henry is fundamentally a very sweet and cheerful young man. His first thought is more often others than himself. His attention is usually devoted to fussing and fretting little bits of the world around him into rights so that everyone (himself included) can simply enjoy themselves. His temper snaps hot, but it always runs out quickly, leaving him deflated back into someone trying to leave things better than he found them.
Some people decide that he's high-strung. Some people decide that he just needs to remember how to relax. Most people would say that, tense or not, Henry's most salient trait is loyalty. Once he makes friends, he's dogged in his devotion to them and his desire to keep them safe. While his service always comes first, his friends take a close second--and certainly sit somewhere in priority above himself.
APPEARANCE
Nearly every day since he joined up, Henry has been in uniform--largely because he's nearly always been at Portsmouth or at sea.
When he does pick his own clothing, he tends to dress very conservatively. His personal wardrobe is almost entirely dark colours, with lots of nearly-matching jumpers and slacks which, some might say, look fairly like the (cozy) civilian version of a uniform. The styling is largely accidental, and predates his involvement with the Navy.
Whatever he's wearing, Henry is largely a neat and tidy sort of person. He keeps his hair short and his creases sharp, even when he's on his own time. (That said, he has a perpetual cowlick when he first wakes up in the morning, much to his own chagrin.)
Particularly compared to many of his compatriots, Henry is not particularly tall. He does, however, appear to be when he isn't standing directly beside anyone. His lankiness was supposed to go away after his teenage years, but he hasn't seemed to quite grow into the longness of his arms, legs, or face.
HISTORY
Henry was born in northeastern Kent, the oldest of David and Susan Wellard's three sons. The village he was raised in was fairly small, although the family often spent time in the much-larger Canterbury, where both David and Susan worked.
Most of Henry's childhood was unremarkable. His home was loving and warm; his parents worked hard but rarely showed the strain of keeping up with their three boys. Money was often a little tight, but the incredible devotion of his parents and the easy imagination he shared with his brothers kept Henry's childhood entirely idyllic.
It isn't clear to either of Henry's parents exactly when he fell in love with the sea. In fairness, it isn't quite clear to Henry either. By the time he was fourteen, it was simply clear that he was being drawn toward a life that would take him out into the drink as often as possible. Henry wasn't quite sixteen years old when he began his application and sat for the Naval Service Recruiting Test. After a stunning whirlwind, he found himself reporting to the HMS Raleigh for his basic training.
Navigation spoke to him. Henry was far from naturally adept at the underlying mathematics, but the concept was so overwhelmingly fascinating that his mind went into overtime to understand it. In hindsight, Henry has wondered if the sheer exhaustion of catching himself up with this point of fascination is what tended to leave him exhausted in all aspects of his life and work. Wherever it came from, Basic Training brought Henry to the edge of death for the first time in his life. In the middle of a drill, his boat capsized. Instinct sent Henry back under the waves to look for another cadet, just in time for the transom to come slamming down into the back of his skull. Henry was unconscious underwater for two minutes before he was pulled to the surface by then-Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower.
The near-drowning tightened something in Henry, but only strengthened his resolve to serve in the Royal Navy. His goal was simply somewhat more refined now: rather than simply wishing to serve at sea, Henry now wanted to become a man like Lieutenant Hornblower.
While completing his Professional Training courses at Torpoint, as his intense application to his work began to distinguish him for his peers, then-Commander Edward Pellew decided Henry showed clear indications of the makings of an officer. It was recommended that he apply to the foreign cadet program run out of the U.S. Naval Academy to shift from his beginnings as a rating into being a midshipman. Not long after his eighteenth birthday, he shipped out to Annapolis. The academics were rigorous, and the socialization was initially challenging, but the particular stress of being educated abroad was fundamental in hardening Henry into an incredibly capable young man on well on his way to being a warfare officer.
When he first returned home, Henry was stationed as a sublieutenant on the HMS Retribution, a River Class patrol ship under the command of now-Commander Hornblower. Being reunited with his mentor after four years apart was a wonderful relief. Better still, it allowed for his introduction to Lieutenant William Bush, also of the HMS Retribution, and Archie Kennedy, a civilian friend of Horatio's. For a year, exposure to the gentle guidance of these three men brought Henry very much into himself--his life, his career, and his penchant for fearlessness.
In order to ensure his promotion to lieutenant, Henry was reassigned to the much larger HMS Renown, a Type 45 destroyer. This assignment brought him under the command of Captain James Sawyer, a man well-known both for his distinguished career and his penchant for harsh discipline. The experience was meant to round out his life as a junior officer, helping him advance with broad experience and the beginnings of leadership opportunities.
Thus far, it hasn't quite been a step in the right direction.
Henry was born in northeastern Kent, the oldest of David and Susan Wellard's three sons. The village he was raised in was fairly small, although the family often spent time in the much-larger Canterbury, where both David and Susan worked.
Most of Henry's childhood was unremarkable. His home was loving and warm; his parents worked hard but rarely showed the strain of keeping up with their three boys. Money was often a little tight, but the incredible devotion of his parents and the easy imagination he shared with his brothers kept Henry's childhood entirely idyllic.
It isn't clear to either of Henry's parents exactly when he fell in love with the sea. In fairness, it isn't quite clear to Henry either. By the time he was fourteen, it was simply clear that he was being drawn toward a life that would take him out into the drink as often as possible. Henry wasn't quite sixteen years old when he began his application and sat for the Naval Service Recruiting Test. After a stunning whirlwind, he found himself reporting to the HMS Raleigh for his basic training.
Navigation spoke to him. Henry was far from naturally adept at the underlying mathematics, but the concept was so overwhelmingly fascinating that his mind went into overtime to understand it. In hindsight, Henry has wondered if the sheer exhaustion of catching himself up with this point of fascination is what tended to leave him exhausted in all aspects of his life and work. Wherever it came from, Basic Training brought Henry to the edge of death for the first time in his life. In the middle of a drill, his boat capsized. Instinct sent Henry back under the waves to look for another cadet, just in time for the transom to come slamming down into the back of his skull. Henry was unconscious underwater for two minutes before he was pulled to the surface by then-Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower.
The near-drowning tightened something in Henry, but only strengthened his resolve to serve in the Royal Navy. His goal was simply somewhat more refined now: rather than simply wishing to serve at sea, Henry now wanted to become a man like Lieutenant Hornblower.
While completing his Professional Training courses at Torpoint, as his intense application to his work began to distinguish him for his peers, then-Commander Edward Pellew decided Henry showed clear indications of the makings of an officer. It was recommended that he apply to the foreign cadet program run out of the U.S. Naval Academy to shift from his beginnings as a rating into being a midshipman. Not long after his eighteenth birthday, he shipped out to Annapolis. The academics were rigorous, and the socialization was initially challenging, but the particular stress of being educated abroad was fundamental in hardening Henry into an incredibly capable young man on well on his way to being a warfare officer.
When he first returned home, Henry was stationed as a sublieutenant on the HMS Retribution, a River Class patrol ship under the command of now-Commander Hornblower. Being reunited with his mentor after four years apart was a wonderful relief. Better still, it allowed for his introduction to Lieutenant William Bush, also of the HMS Retribution, and Archie Kennedy, a civilian friend of Horatio's. For a year, exposure to the gentle guidance of these three men brought Henry very much into himself--his life, his career, and his penchant for fearlessness.
In order to ensure his promotion to lieutenant, Henry was reassigned to the much larger HMS Renown, a Type 45 destroyer. This assignment brought him under the command of Captain James Sawyer, a man well-known both for his distinguished career and his penchant for harsh discipline. The experience was meant to round out his life as a junior officer, helping him advance with broad experience and the beginnings of leadership opportunities.
Thus far, it hasn't quite been a step in the right direction.
FAMILY TREE
ROADMAP
TIMELINE
MOTHER Susan Wellard (née Davies)
FATHER David WellardBROTHER Daniel Wellard (2 years younger)
BROTHER Benjamin Wellard (5 years younger)
SPOUSE N/A
ROADMAP
BIRTHPLACE Preston-next-Wingham, Kent, GBR
BASIC Torpoint, Cornwall, GBR
USNA Annapolis, Maryland, USA
CURRENTLY IN Portsmouth, Hampshire, GBR
TIMELINE
Y-7Entered Basic Training at Torpoint; near-drowning incident during trainingY-5Enrolled at USNA as foreign cadetY-1Assigned to HMS RetributionY-0Assigned to HMS Renown
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