Post by Yakura on Feb 16, 2008 22:11:14 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Q'in (Quein)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Bronzerider; Wingleader
Appearance
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright blue
Height: 5'3"
Over-All: One's first thought of Q'in 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 Q'in'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 Q'in 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, Q'in'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
Q'in'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, answering them with words befitting of a Wingleader. He also enjoys the more carefree aspect of life, which Candidates, he finds, tend to display more than others. Drudges are often dreary and subservient, while higher-ranking riders can be snobby and derisive.
While being humorous and light-hearted, Q'in is also completely and undyingly loyal to his Weyr, willing to sacrifice anything to attain whatever goal is set. He follows orders perfectly, unquestioningly, as the past led to show. Besides being loyal, Q'in is also extremely intelligent, a notion many sometimes laugh at. He displays an uncanny knack for three-dimensional combat, or in other words, aerial battles, these of course centering against Thread. He works flawlessly with others, giving directions and receiving orders without the slightest flinch, seeking to minimize casualties in both the air and on the ground, even if it means sacrificing part of himself or Romeath. Dragon and rider are unquestioningly loyal to each other, their bond amazingly close. Q'in would give anything for Romeath, and the favor would no doubt be returned ten fold.
Along with Q'in's conversing and diligent side, there is also the comedic, forgetful side of him. He often forgets things after a short period of time, only to be reminded by Romeath if the bronze himself remembers. Although Q'in has never forgotten anything during times of ire or importance, thank Faranth, 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 Q'in'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.
Q'in is extremely protective, almost ridiculously so. Though it is not hard to earn the bronzerider's 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, perhaps one of the leading reasons that Romeath has never Flown a female before. One might say that he is afraid of a relationship or is unsure how to handle one, but the simple truth is that Q'in does not wish for such complexity ever again. His heart, which he wears on his sleeve as one might say, has been broken more than once.
History
Q'in was the simple son of a Fisher, never knowing his mother. Although one might think this strange, it is completely plausible in understanding that his father was an extremely kind and loving man, caring a great deal for the world around him. Q'in did not grow up at a Hold or the Weyr, living along the sea with his father. Their life was pleasant and simple, his father taking the young Q'in to the sea with him to fish. Q'in gradually began to learn his father's trade, never far from the one who would always be closest to him. Although his large, muscular and scarred father put on a tough face, it was obvious that he doted upon his only child an extreme amount. The two were happy in their simple life.
Q'in often spent his childhood days fishing with his father or playing with the other Fishermen's children on the beaches. He was an affable youth, quick to make friends and even quicker to make them laugh. He was also quite the flirt, having a good many childhood sweethearts, though none of them stuck and he didn't seem distraught in the least when he broke up with them. His youth was simple and uncomplicated. He grew up carefree and relaxed, unaffected by the world around him. This changed abruptly when a Searchrider arrived, telling an eager young lad that he was to be a Candidate.
Q'in was, of course, torn between staying with his father and leaving. A Candidate? For a dragon? That in itself was enough to urge any youngster to the Weyr, but Q'in was unsure of what to do. His father finally assisted him by telling him to go, and that he would be fine, giving his son the reassurances of any good father. Q'in left eagerly, arriving at the Weyr too late for the Hatching. He was forced to wait and did not Impress on his first time Standing on the Sands. He worked, learning about the other Crafts, eager to gain more knowledge. He didn't have to wait long.
His second time on the Sands yielded results, and the best possible. One of the very few bronzes of the Clutch Impressed to him and declared himself Romeath. An elated Q'in had become a dragonrider, albeit a Weyrling. An eager Q'in and Romeath fell into life at the Weyr, living out the patterned days with ease. They excelled amazingly, surprising many. The bright, cheerful Q'in and the placid, regal Romeath were the perfect pair, balancing each other out and bringing each other to a more balanced level. They were at the top of their Weyrling group, graduating easily. During all this time, Q'in had come to admire another, a greenrider who was kind and sweet, with a loud, snorting laugh that made everyone stop and stare.
The girl, whose name was Reen, was quick to return his affection. The two waited eagerly for her green to Rise, as did Romeath. The bronze had come to admire the haughty, proud green, who added a splash of color to his life. Tragedy struck abruptly and without mercy. The green Rose, as did another. It was chaos, the twin bodies of green writhing in the sky, ichor raining down upon upturned faces while Romeath and a brown tried desperately to pulled the pair apart. Their efforts were in vain, though. The two greens could not be wakened from their rage and slew each other, tearing their wingsail beyond repair and plummeting to the ground, still locked together in a titanic struggle. Their riders committed suicide almost immediately, unable to live without their dragons. Q'in and Romeath sank into despair, only to rise again.
It was another, this time. One much younger than Q'in, without a dragon. She was a Candidate, beautiful and gentle, soft and smiling. She had worked in the kitchens for most of her life and was an able cook, preparing meals for Q'in whenever it tickled him. Q'in hoped beyond hope that she would Impress. It would be marvelous, that. Q'in waited eagerly, while Romeath voiced his misgivings. Such relationships were not advised. Q'in was a dragonrider and she a Candidate. Q'in stubbornly refused to listen and Romeath obeyed him half-heartedly, following His to the Hatching Sands on the big day. Reen did not Impress, but it didn't matter. She admitted quietly to Q'in that she was, in fact, betrothed to another. A horrified Q'in abandoned her, for she had also told him that she no longer held affection for him, issuing the dreaded phrase "We can still be friends."
Depression looming more than ever, Q'in and Romeath dedicated themselves to the Weyr, training almost constantly. Their patience and hard work was rewarded and the pair were elevated to the rank of Wingleader. Both were over-joyed at this, but of course did not show such a blatant emotion. It would be foolish to do so. The eager pair set about training their Wing, attempting to make them the most fighting-fit group of dragons possible. It was a commendable effort, though almost laughable, for Q'in constantly misplaced the formation information and Romeath was of no assistance in helping him to find it. Somehow they succeeded, though, surviving the Threadfall with minimal injuries and no casualties whatsoever. Romeath was the most injured, in fact, and took this in stride, proudly declaring that it was for the sake of their Wing.
The two continued to train and develop, honing their skills as best they could. Q'in shunned a romantic life, preferring the simple aspect of friends over lovers. He had no desire to have his heart broken again and Romeath willingly complied, doing his best to avoid Flights. Their newer, female-less lifestyle was awkward, to say the least, but both felt they could handle it to some point. Q'in continued to visit his father, the visits the highlight of his weeks. His father was the same man as ever, happy to see his son and marveling at Romeath, who proudly showed off, flaring his massive wings for the old man's amusement. It seems that both Q'in and his father live for these moments.
Pet
Green Firelizard Burden (Will complete profile later)
Dragon
Name: Romeath
Age: 12
Color: Bronze
Description: Romeath is a medium to large sized bronze length wise. Strangely enough, his body is thinner and more graceful than that of most other bronzes, and other dragons, for that manner. The curves of his body are graceful, yet powerful and masculine. On the ground it is obvious that his wings are overlarge, brushing aside any thoughts of what would have been a beautifully proportioned dragon. In the air, on the other hand, Romeath movement is almost unparalleled. He flies with more ease that he walks, his massive wings hardly seeming to beat to merely stay aloft.
His hide is a deep, rich bronze, which has an almost brassy sheen in certain lighting. It fades slightly along the tips of his toes and the end of his forked tail, but it otherwise consistent and bright, always flashing with a shine that he is quite proud of. His hide is otherwise horribly marred on his chest and neck, the horrendous victim of Threadscore. This massive scar stretches across his upper chest and swirls up to join the scarring on his neck. A much slighter wound adorns his right flank, the old Threadscore forming a gentle swirling pattern across the upper part of his thigh. As it is, he takes great pride in such wounds, bearing them as medals of his battles and not disfigurements caused by the ancient enemy of dragons, Thread.
Personality: Romeath is subdued and calm, slow to act but quick to think. He is intelligent, like his, though possesses a foresight that Q'in does not have. He is patient, preferring to think situations through before coming to a conclusion. He often borders on laziness, though, and often requires Q'in to urge him to do something. He is kind and compassionate, never devoting himself to anything unless he believes it a just cause. Once he does devote himself to something, he will move towards that goal without halting. Romeath also appears to be a sort of 'motherly' figure, urging Q'in to sleep when he 'forgets' to, or helping him to locate an errant pair of breeches.
