Post by irbre on Feb 24, 2008 23:09:49 GMT -5
DIED OF SOUTHERN FEVER EPIDEMIC
Name: Q'in
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownweyrling
Physical Appearance: One's first thought of Quein would gravitate around the fact that he is short, almost comically so. Standing just over five feet, he is often unnoticeable by most. He is lithe and wiry, strangely graceful and deft, moving with obvious self-assurance and subtly. For one so short, most of his size is made up by his legs, well-muscled from his philosophy that one must be as fit as his dragon. His skin is tanned from hours in the sun, dark from the days spent in the southern climate. A scar, the mark of Thread, curls across his left shoulder, the pearly scar tissue in stark contrast with his tan skin. His duskier complexion seems to allow him to blend in with the crowd and has been mistaken for a pre-pubescent girl, since many take his slender body for granted at first sight.
No doubt Quein's most expressive part of his body is his face. It tends to switch between seriousness and humor in the span of only a few seconds, always shifting between emotions. "Wear one's heart on one's sleeve," is a motto that Quein seems to live by, emotions quickly flickering over his face, casting a constant array. The corners of his eyes are wrinkled with wear, for he always laughs more with his eyes than anything else, showing the most emotion there. His eyes are a shockingly bright blue, arresting at first, for the hue is relative to that of a blue sky electrified. His eyes are sometimes hidden by his black hair, which is always ragged and unkempt, giving the appearance of him just leaving the skies. He rarely lets his hair get longer than his ears, though it's many layers make it hard to tell when that may occur. He believes in hacking his dark locks off with a simple slash of a knife, hardly clean. If anything, his hair just seems to emphasize the thin bone structure of his face, with his high cheek bones and pointed chin. His lips are always curved in some emotion, whether it be up or down in happiness or sadness.
As it is, Quein's choice of clothing is...varied, to say the least. He often switches abruptly between the dull browns and tans to rich reds and deep, midnight blues. A red similar to blood spilt upon sand seems to be his favorite color, for he often manages to fit it somewhere into his ensemble. Dark blue follows second, used for more formal occasions or when he is feeling particularly somber. These moments are few and far between, though, for he favors a more cheerful appearance, shunning a more serious image of himself.
Personality: Quein's personality is diverse and complex, to say the least. Most often he is relaxed and cheerful, easy to talk with. He will listen to anyone, though rarely displays his own feelings into depth beyond surprise and joy, as well as the occasional unease or anger. He enjoys meeting knew people, especially those who do not relate to him position or rank wise. He finds it easier to converse with those who are not riders, strangely enough, always eager to give advice and answer questions. The reason for this particular ease is mainly relative to the fact that he is often stiff and formal around those he considers his superiors and fellows. He also enjoys the more carefree aspect of life, which Candidates, he finds, tend to display more than others.
While being humorous and light-hearted, Quein is also completely and undyingly loyal, willing to sacrifice anything to attain whatever goal is set. He follows orders perfectly, unquestioningly, as the past led to show. Besides being loyal, Quein is also extremely intelligent, a notion many sometimes laugh at. He works flawlessly with others, receiving orders without the slightest flinch. He works to fulfill his duties to the best of his abilities, practicing constantly if need be. He also shows a strange adeptness to leading, as he did with his childhood playmates, though his is loathe to admit such a thing.
Along with Quein's conversing and diligent side, there is also the comedic, forgetful side of him. He often forgets things after a short period of time, leading to wild and panicked searches for whatever he may have lost (or forgotten). Although Quein has never forgotten anything during times of ire or importance, he tends to misplace his shoes, often running around barefoot looking for them. Although many would laugh at this, it seems to be an integral part of Quein's life for relaxing. This also aids him in meeting knew people, odd as it may seem, for his various escapades lead him many places in search of his missing items. Somehow, he does not seem realize that if he has not been somewhere before, his items will not be there either.
Quein is extremely protective, almost ridiculously so. Though it is not hard to earn his trust, his respect and devotion are another matter entirely. While he may come to trust another, his respect is hard to gain, for he prefers to distance himself from such ideas. This does not believe that he is immune to viewing others with respect, for he values such a trait very much indeed and strives to gain it himself. His devotion, or more specifically his deep affection, is rare altogether. Though he is quick to like others, his affection is rare. One might say that he is afraid of a relationship or is unsure how to handle one, but the simple truth is that Quein does not wish for such complexity.
History: Quein's life was simple and uninteresting, to say the least. He was born near Hyphen Hold to a meager family that consisted of only his parents, his younger sister, and himself. His father fished the waters, bringing home just enough fish to sell, keeping the rest. His mother kept a small garden, full of only the most basic of foods. Their life was peaceful and bland, to say the least.
Quein spent his early youth aiding his mother, for both his parents were fearful to let him out to sea with his father. He was an eager child, always helping his mother plant her garden, as well as assisting in the care of his younger sister, of whom he was three Turns her senior. He was a diligent child, devoted to the welfare of his family, even as such a young age.
The time he did not spend with his family was spent with the other children around the area. The coastal region in which he lived had quite a few small families, most of them living basely off the sea, Quein's family did. Quein had quite a few friends, almost leading the small group, if reluctantly. He somehow managed to keep their mischief under control, reducing their mayhem to a minimum. Although the adults in the area complimented him for this, Quein brushed such feelings aside, focusing on the fact that his parents had told him to live humbly.
Once he was old enough, Quein joined his father on the seas. Although he was eager to help, he was extremely inept at fishing, much to his father's dismay. Quein worked for less than a Turn with his father, then returned to his home life, ashamed of his inability to fish. Although his parents assuaged his fears of being a failure, he couldn't help but feel that he had let them down.
He continued his meager life until the age of 12, when a Searchrider appeared. Quein had spent the day with his mother, running errands, when the dragonrider arrived. Much to Quein's dismay, and joy, he was one of the few Searched. He was torn between leaving and staying. How could he go, when he had such a pleasant, if dull life? But how could he stay, nearing manhood as he was? He finally consented to leave, promising to return once he became a rider.
Quein arrived at Selentinas unscathed and withdrawn, suddenly shy around all the people. He was left Standing at his first Hatching, from which Aslath came, as well as the Hatchings after that. Although disappointed, he also came to realize something. He must not continue to remain shy, and so his outlook changed abruptly. This joyous mood was put to the test though as he was left on the Sands again and again, yet he somehow remained happy, if strained. This was tested even more as events began to transpire within the Weyr. Death and sabotage reigned, and Quein's unease began to show. He was not accustomed to such acts and found himself fearing them more and more. Instead of withdrawing, though, he became more outspoken and bright, eager to aid any who needed his help.
Dragon
Name: Russeth
Color: Brown
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance:Not only is Russeth the smallest of the clutch, he's also the smallest dragon of his color. His small size rivals that of a semi-large blue, but as he grows older his length will extend only a few feet past the largest blue. What Russeth lacks in size he gains in speed and agility, for his muscles are light and strong, making for quick turns and mid-flight maneuvers. Wide beautiful wings and a perfectly formed tail help him in flight, and thin lanky legs enable him to be as swift on land as he is in the air. Although he will have trouble lasting as long as the other higher ranks in endurance, this brown will try his best to last as long as he can.
A perfect coconut brown coloration covers Russeth's hide, giving him the feel of perfection. Although if one looks close enough to the area's around his tail tip and his head nobs, that person or being could see that small little freckles of darker brown cover a fair amount of those areas. Even the soft edges of his face and angles try and off set the unusual size of his dragon, but even if his hide looks soft Russeth's texture is actually rather grainy.
Personality: No matter what other dragons say about him, Russeth will always continue to work hard at his assigned duties. Believing that hard work is the only way to truly feel satisfaction with life, this brown strives to be the best he can be despite his abnormality. Always brave in any situation, Russeth could very well be described as having a valiant soul. Honoring the lines that all of the dragons who had come before him had set, he's very serious when it comes to upholding the rules and never dancing around the lines. Respectful to those of higher rank, Russeth would never disobeys an order given to him by a Bronze or a Queen, and even higher ranked Browns. And, as with all other things, he does his best to fulfill those commands.
But past all of the intensity about following the rules lays a spot that would be willing to do anything for his life bond. If his Mine was in trouble, Russeth would be more than willing to break any law just to get to them. Deeply loyal to his Q'in, this brown always loves to spend personal time with them...
Flitt
Name: Kalaena
Color: Green
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: The best description of this little green is delicate. Her bone structure seems light and airy, as if one wrong move will break her into two, and such an assessment could not be further from the truth. This green, though on the small side for her color, is tough! She's built strong and can withstand more damage than many of her color, and is more than willing to prove it if you test her. With such a dainty appearance, one might make the mistake of thinking she's a pushover - she's not. She flies well, she lands well, and is ultimately very balanced for a green. True, she will never have the power and stamina of a blue or brown, but with the speed and agility she has, she more than makes up for it. Her coloring is a rich, forest shade that alludes to a jungle in summer, and there are edges of lighter shades etching around her tail as if to form ring-like bands, decorative and unique to this little green. Her hide glitters with lime-green coloration whenever the light hits her just right, as if dancing with brilliant shades of emerald just beneath her flesh, like someone lit a light there for all to see.
Personality: Defiant. Stubborn. These two words fit this green excellently. Telling her she can't do something is among the fastest ways to make her prove that yes, she can, because she is capable of anything, and the determination she possesses makes it hard to argue with her. She will be nearly impossible to train and prone to provoking fights, though she certainly wouldn't see it as her provoking them but rather everyone else. She is rather haughty at times, as though she doesn't realize she's a green, but this stubborn and somewhat conceited streak belies the fact that she's actually quite easily spooked. Loud noises prompt her to go between near instantly, though she always returns fast enough. Don't ever call her a coward though, for no matter how true it is, this little female remembers insults, if nothing else, and she's prone to biting when she doesn't get her way, so watch out!
Name: Q'in
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Brownweyrling
Physical Appearance: One's first thought of Quein would gravitate around the fact that he is short, almost comically so. Standing just over five feet, he is often unnoticeable by most. He is lithe and wiry, strangely graceful and deft, moving with obvious self-assurance and subtly. For one so short, most of his size is made up by his legs, well-muscled from his philosophy that one must be as fit as his dragon. His skin is tanned from hours in the sun, dark from the days spent in the southern climate. A scar, the mark of Thread, curls across his left shoulder, the pearly scar tissue in stark contrast with his tan skin. His duskier complexion seems to allow him to blend in with the crowd and has been mistaken for a pre-pubescent girl, since many take his slender body for granted at first sight.
No doubt Quein's most expressive part of his body is his face. It tends to switch between seriousness and humor in the span of only a few seconds, always shifting between emotions. "Wear one's heart on one's sleeve," is a motto that Quein seems to live by, emotions quickly flickering over his face, casting a constant array. The corners of his eyes are wrinkled with wear, for he always laughs more with his eyes than anything else, showing the most emotion there. His eyes are a shockingly bright blue, arresting at first, for the hue is relative to that of a blue sky electrified. His eyes are sometimes hidden by his black hair, which is always ragged and unkempt, giving the appearance of him just leaving the skies. He rarely lets his hair get longer than his ears, though it's many layers make it hard to tell when that may occur. He believes in hacking his dark locks off with a simple slash of a knife, hardly clean. If anything, his hair just seems to emphasize the thin bone structure of his face, with his high cheek bones and pointed chin. His lips are always curved in some emotion, whether it be up or down in happiness or sadness.
As it is, Quein's choice of clothing is...varied, to say the least. He often switches abruptly between the dull browns and tans to rich reds and deep, midnight blues. A red similar to blood spilt upon sand seems to be his favorite color, for he often manages to fit it somewhere into his ensemble. Dark blue follows second, used for more formal occasions or when he is feeling particularly somber. These moments are few and far between, though, for he favors a more cheerful appearance, shunning a more serious image of himself.
Personality: Quein's personality is diverse and complex, to say the least. Most often he is relaxed and cheerful, easy to talk with. He will listen to anyone, though rarely displays his own feelings into depth beyond surprise and joy, as well as the occasional unease or anger. He enjoys meeting knew people, especially those who do not relate to him position or rank wise. He finds it easier to converse with those who are not riders, strangely enough, always eager to give advice and answer questions. The reason for this particular ease is mainly relative to the fact that he is often stiff and formal around those he considers his superiors and fellows. He also enjoys the more carefree aspect of life, which Candidates, he finds, tend to display more than others.
While being humorous and light-hearted, Quein is also completely and undyingly loyal, willing to sacrifice anything to attain whatever goal is set. He follows orders perfectly, unquestioningly, as the past led to show. Besides being loyal, Quein is also extremely intelligent, a notion many sometimes laugh at. He works flawlessly with others, receiving orders without the slightest flinch. He works to fulfill his duties to the best of his abilities, practicing constantly if need be. He also shows a strange adeptness to leading, as he did with his childhood playmates, though his is loathe to admit such a thing.
Along with Quein's conversing and diligent side, there is also the comedic, forgetful side of him. He often forgets things after a short period of time, leading to wild and panicked searches for whatever he may have lost (or forgotten). Although Quein has never forgotten anything during times of ire or importance, he tends to misplace his shoes, often running around barefoot looking for them. Although many would laugh at this, it seems to be an integral part of Quein's life for relaxing. This also aids him in meeting knew people, odd as it may seem, for his various escapades lead him many places in search of his missing items. Somehow, he does not seem realize that if he has not been somewhere before, his items will not be there either.
Quein is extremely protective, almost ridiculously so. Though it is not hard to earn his trust, his respect and devotion are another matter entirely. While he may come to trust another, his respect is hard to gain, for he prefers to distance himself from such ideas. This does not believe that he is immune to viewing others with respect, for he values such a trait very much indeed and strives to gain it himself. His devotion, or more specifically his deep affection, is rare altogether. Though he is quick to like others, his affection is rare. One might say that he is afraid of a relationship or is unsure how to handle one, but the simple truth is that Quein does not wish for such complexity.
History: Quein's life was simple and uninteresting, to say the least. He was born near Hyphen Hold to a meager family that consisted of only his parents, his younger sister, and himself. His father fished the waters, bringing home just enough fish to sell, keeping the rest. His mother kept a small garden, full of only the most basic of foods. Their life was peaceful and bland, to say the least.
Quein spent his early youth aiding his mother, for both his parents were fearful to let him out to sea with his father. He was an eager child, always helping his mother plant her garden, as well as assisting in the care of his younger sister, of whom he was three Turns her senior. He was a diligent child, devoted to the welfare of his family, even as such a young age.
The time he did not spend with his family was spent with the other children around the area. The coastal region in which he lived had quite a few small families, most of them living basely off the sea, Quein's family did. Quein had quite a few friends, almost leading the small group, if reluctantly. He somehow managed to keep their mischief under control, reducing their mayhem to a minimum. Although the adults in the area complimented him for this, Quein brushed such feelings aside, focusing on the fact that his parents had told him to live humbly.
Once he was old enough, Quein joined his father on the seas. Although he was eager to help, he was extremely inept at fishing, much to his father's dismay. Quein worked for less than a Turn with his father, then returned to his home life, ashamed of his inability to fish. Although his parents assuaged his fears of being a failure, he couldn't help but feel that he had let them down.
He continued his meager life until the age of 12, when a Searchrider appeared. Quein had spent the day with his mother, running errands, when the dragonrider arrived. Much to Quein's dismay, and joy, he was one of the few Searched. He was torn between leaving and staying. How could he go, when he had such a pleasant, if dull life? But how could he stay, nearing manhood as he was? He finally consented to leave, promising to return once he became a rider.
Quein arrived at Selentinas unscathed and withdrawn, suddenly shy around all the people. He was left Standing at his first Hatching, from which Aslath came, as well as the Hatchings after that. Although disappointed, he also came to realize something. He must not continue to remain shy, and so his outlook changed abruptly. This joyous mood was put to the test though as he was left on the Sands again and again, yet he somehow remained happy, if strained. This was tested even more as events began to transpire within the Weyr. Death and sabotage reigned, and Quein's unease began to show. He was not accustomed to such acts and found himself fearing them more and more. Instead of withdrawing, though, he became more outspoken and bright, eager to aid any who needed his help.
Dragon
Name: Russeth
Color: Brown
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance:Not only is Russeth the smallest of the clutch, he's also the smallest dragon of his color. His small size rivals that of a semi-large blue, but as he grows older his length will extend only a few feet past the largest blue. What Russeth lacks in size he gains in speed and agility, for his muscles are light and strong, making for quick turns and mid-flight maneuvers. Wide beautiful wings and a perfectly formed tail help him in flight, and thin lanky legs enable him to be as swift on land as he is in the air. Although he will have trouble lasting as long as the other higher ranks in endurance, this brown will try his best to last as long as he can.
A perfect coconut brown coloration covers Russeth's hide, giving him the feel of perfection. Although if one looks close enough to the area's around his tail tip and his head nobs, that person or being could see that small little freckles of darker brown cover a fair amount of those areas. Even the soft edges of his face and angles try and off set the unusual size of his dragon, but even if his hide looks soft Russeth's texture is actually rather grainy.
Personality: No matter what other dragons say about him, Russeth will always continue to work hard at his assigned duties. Believing that hard work is the only way to truly feel satisfaction with life, this brown strives to be the best he can be despite his abnormality. Always brave in any situation, Russeth could very well be described as having a valiant soul. Honoring the lines that all of the dragons who had come before him had set, he's very serious when it comes to upholding the rules and never dancing around the lines. Respectful to those of higher rank, Russeth would never disobeys an order given to him by a Bronze or a Queen, and even higher ranked Browns. And, as with all other things, he does his best to fulfill those commands.
But past all of the intensity about following the rules lays a spot that would be willing to do anything for his life bond. If his Mine was in trouble, Russeth would be more than willing to break any law just to get to them. Deeply loyal to his Q'in, this brown always loves to spend personal time with them...
Flitt
Name: Kalaena
Color: Green
Age: Freshly Hatched
Physical Appearance: The best description of this little green is delicate. Her bone structure seems light and airy, as if one wrong move will break her into two, and such an assessment could not be further from the truth. This green, though on the small side for her color, is tough! She's built strong and can withstand more damage than many of her color, and is more than willing to prove it if you test her. With such a dainty appearance, one might make the mistake of thinking she's a pushover - she's not. She flies well, she lands well, and is ultimately very balanced for a green. True, she will never have the power and stamina of a blue or brown, but with the speed and agility she has, she more than makes up for it. Her coloring is a rich, forest shade that alludes to a jungle in summer, and there are edges of lighter shades etching around her tail as if to form ring-like bands, decorative and unique to this little green. Her hide glitters with lime-green coloration whenever the light hits her just right, as if dancing with brilliant shades of emerald just beneath her flesh, like someone lit a light there for all to see.
Personality: Defiant. Stubborn. These two words fit this green excellently. Telling her she can't do something is among the fastest ways to make her prove that yes, she can, because she is capable of anything, and the determination she possesses makes it hard to argue with her. She will be nearly impossible to train and prone to provoking fights, though she certainly wouldn't see it as her provoking them but rather everyone else. She is rather haughty at times, as though she doesn't realize she's a green, but this stubborn and somewhat conceited streak belies the fact that she's actually quite easily spooked. Loud noises prompt her to go between near instantly, though she always returns fast enough. Don't ever call her a coward though, for no matter how true it is, this little female remembers insults, if nothing else, and she's prone to biting when she doesn't get her way, so watch out!
