Name: Q’sin
Gender: male
Age: 28 turns
Sexuality: mainly Heterosexual - bisexual tendencies
Rank:blue rider
Physical Description
His roguish ways have left him scarred, slightly battered, but his good looks shine though. He’s strongly built, a firm body. Not too many wrinkles have formed – yet – he’s pretty lucky in that respect for a weathered rider.
He’s not overly tall, five ten when he stands straight; he’s lean, toned and muscular in the way a rider usually is, hard in arms strong legs and a broad chest to a fairly narrow waist. He is generally cleanly shaved, but he’s unafraid to have a few days growth appear every now and then. Though this is born more so of being too busy than a stylish choice.
Both eyes were once a stony blue colour, steel-ish, eyes are perhaps a little closer together than necessary, though this really doesn’t notice any longer, as he is blind in his right eye. This is almost always covered with a standard patch, slung over it, it’s a scarred mess underneath.
His hair is always left rather roughly hewn by the standards of most, though he prefers to think of his hair as effortless waves perhaps, but he feels it suits him, it is dark, virtually black in colour.
His style tends to be practical. Anything that doesn't tend to show the dirt too much, that's comfortable and practical, he has expensive tastes. And likes to dress well when he can, his striking appearance means he can be quite handsome when he makes the effort.
Personality
Q’sin is a guy who will sit back – but only for a while, whilst he will try to read the way people act – and react. He is quite intrigued into the way the mind works, as he can never understand why people react the way they do. Each one seems to deviate from what he might consider the ‘normal’. This, in his inability to comprehend, leads him to want to understand.
He is generally a quite courageous guy. He can stick up for any one of his wingmates, with no fear. He has no fear of putting his neck on the line for them, and as a general rule they appreciate that. But – if its concerning their mistakes in their gambling, he will not do such a thing. It was their own folly that got them there, and for that, he cannot compensate. He will let them make their errors, but he will not tolerate them not learning from their errors, in gambling as much as in life. He cannot tolerate fools very well. And a man isn't a fool as judged by his intelligence, but his common sense. To Q'sin, you could be the most intelligent Harper alive and still be a fool. And often it tends to be that way, those who are gifted with intelligence are not frequently gifted with common sense. Gambling, Q'sin feels, is a very good way to get to know a person. A voracious display of your sense and intelligence is displayed wonderfully in a card game.
He’s quite vain, in the fact he likes to look his best, egotistical perhaps. Q’sin’s humour is dark, harsh jokes, but as far as he is concerned, people can take them or leave them, his jokes are his humour, if that is not appreciated then so be it. In such a respect he can be single minded.
He is very much a megalomaniac, control is necessary at almost every point, it is what makes him very good at gambling, and it is what keeps his ‘poker face’. He is a fairly good liar, when needs be, and he can worm his way out with a silvered tongue. He does not deliberately break rules others – he bends them occasionally but only where he sees fit. He likes to see a very tight reign of control over any events he partakes in. It makes him quite a sturdy gambler, for he is always seeking his control. However if he is not the person in control, he likes to see very stringent rules. Very stringent, and he is one to become quite outspoken when he feels 'justice' is not served.
He likes to keep his personal details to himself, mainly because he finds no reason to share such things; he doesn’t like to commit himself to anything other than what his Wingleader orders. He can cope with what he has, but any more would bring him, almost certainly, tumbling down. Like a precariously balanced tower of cards.
He doesn’t like losing. It is a sore spot he has gained through his gambling, something he finds very irritating. Q'sin really does not like being beaten, especially if he is betting on it. For he only bets when he is quite certain that he knows what he is doing, the losing tends to suggest to his mind that he is no longer the man in control of his situation. And that grates upon a raw nerve.
As a rule of thumb, he is a very addictive person. Hence his past addiction to alcohol (which he, fortunately, managed to rid himself of for he was a terrible drunk), and his first and current love, gambling. It is something that he feels is an inherent part of his life. He feels the urge to bet, to gamble, to take risks perhaps where not strictly necessary. But his dislike for losing pressed him towards the cheating side of things, also he can always find a use for an extra few scores of marks that were not his own. Though he does not partake in cheating outside of a personal scale, with friends, he plays fair, but if he feels a local lord, tenant, barkeep or maid need be taught a thing or two, he can extend his hand to make sure justice is served.
Background
Q’sin was born Querisin – an obvious choice for the rider’s traditional shortening of the name after impression.
He was born the son of a bronze rider, and of a Weyr Harper. Naturally he was fostered out rather snappishly, raised as a weyrbrats he always had this rather large inclination of self importance. He held himself in greater esteem than his other ‘friends’ or what the wet nurse used to call his ‘friends’, sharing and playing nicely were two things he was never fond of, and it was oft chastised for it by Gerterva. Gerterva tried to get Querisin to partake in various team games, and he never held interest unless he was the ‘captain’ of the team. In instances such as this, Q'sin was ruthless in his plight for the winning position.
His desire to be the best abated about his teens, when he settled for the fact that he was. This was shortly followed by his gradual addiction to gambling. Where he found that lady luck smiled upon him, but with lady luck, and a bit of crafty/underhanded-ness, he could be even luckier. He rarely ever used this side of him in professional gambling, though it often did come in handy to fleece a local lord, or to teach a man a well needed lesson.
He soon grew as quite the gambler in the smaller gambling rings by the age of 16 he was fairly renowned for his skills to take the shirt from a man’s back, and they be none the wiser about his deft cheating. He certainly was very good at cheating professionally, though a turn came upon him when he was searched, he was taken from the local betting rings and as a result.
He stood on the sands twice in total, the first time he came close to impressing a blue, but fate twisted the hatchling away from him, and instead he waited, and the second time about he did impress, to a blue, Choavith. Choavith at first seemed rather runt-ish in comparison, he was smaller than a green of his own clutch, but at six months, he had an impressive growth spurt, though it still did not quite catch him up to a regular Telgari. He was still small in comparison.
Q’sin’s gambling was put on hold, all bad habits evaporated, stolen from him. It almost caused madness upon him, but instead he flung himself into work. Not scared to work in the slightest, a little lazy maybe, but a fearsome worker when necessary.
Q’sin and Choavith were inseparable; the pair excelled in anything they had to do together, and was the in fact the first to take from the ground in a less than haphazard manner amongst their faction.
They graduated, and in short succession were taken into a wing. Q’sin had bested a few of their riders before as a brat, so it was inevitable a ‘pro’ such as he would be taken under the wing of the former head – P’yen. P’yen was a fair and honest man in everything but his bets. He tutored both Q’sin and Choavith in even more than what they already knew. He brought the pair up swiftly, replacing the blue wing second swift enough.
It was in about Choavith’s third turn, when he chased after a green, that he found himself in a bit of a quandary. It was his first rising, and there was a bronze there from another Weyr – a visitor, who was getting particularly aggressive with him, attempting to usurp him of the emerald prize minutes into the flight. Choavith lashed out, claws burying deep into the bronze, whose teeth met with Choavith’s own foot, shearing off his toe, before sinking his teeth into Choavith’s chest. With this he was forced to withdraw from the chase.
The next day, Q’sin and Choavith were out in the bowl, after a hearty meal for both for them, and a strong dose of numbweed for Choavith, the rider of the beaten bronze, from the previous day, came to congratulate Q’sin for injuring his dragon very severely – to such a degree that the bronze would be out of action for two entire sevendays.
Conversation escalated, and the other rider pulled a knife. Aiming for Q’sin managed to evade the main weight of the attack, but the blade was brought around, and caught Q’sin just under his right eye, it dragged an inch across, lacerating a few vital nerves.
The mess that was formed was made worse by a poor healer, a poor batch of numbweed, and infection.
Through this, Q’sin lost the use of his right eye. It made him sour for a while, and it was after this, that his drinking habits showed their face. Though he has generally gotten over this now, it took him the best part of a turn to get to such a stage.
It was the following spring that Choavith and Q’sin took ‘Wingsecond’ status. Their Wingleader, P’yen had grown old, and he and his own bronze were taking a much more relaxed job in High Reaches Weyr, as the Weyrlingmaster. A new wingleader was to take P'yen's place.
As wingsecond, they have achieved quite a few noteworthy accomplishments, Choavith has caught at least a dozen greens, Q'sin has managed to keep his drinking at bay, he has made the wing stronger, they tend to cooperate well, but they are seen as more voracious group towards their set task, though more often than not that task is set towards their weekly gambling stints.
Recently he has delved back into his gambling habits with a renewed vigor, because of it, and a few fights with S'tor that have resulted from it, Q'sin has been told to leave, before he is kicked out, and it will not be in bad grace. That he will be given a good reference, and now he seeks home within Dark moon, and a life away from the conniving S'tor that forced him from his home in the north.
Dragon's Name:Choavith
Color:Blue
Age:14 turns
Physical Description:Choavith is a small blue, to his withers and his length, as a result Choavith has a mild complex regarding his size. He often tends to put things down to his size, and use it as a reason or a flaw. Colour-wise he is an over warm blue colour, that verges more so upon its navy constituents, well glossed and rich is his hide. His wing membranes tend to be dull in comparison, verging more to the grey side of the scale, though they lack the finesse that the rest of his hided gleams with. His face is drawn, nipped tighter than most of the Telgari dragons, his face looks longer, his features shaper, and defined with a much stronger line, most blame this upon his lack of growth, went towards making a strong face, but there is little grace about his looks. He looks powerful, a strong, and deeply barreled chest testifies to this, thick legs, and a thick tail all display his power.
His hide is scarred in several places from various fights within flights, and out of. His worst impairment by far is the fact he is missing a digit, on his front right leg. This was bitten clean off in the in an event within which gave rise to the fight upon which Q’sin’s right eye was made useless.
Personality:like his bonded, he has a rather sick humour. Perhaps due to several of the things that has happened in the past. But he tends to be a tad less rule bound than his bond. Choavith likes to be leader, doesn’t like being disputed either, his commands are just that. Commands. He believes in his own authority purely because of his age and experience. He is the jealous type and power-hungry to boot. He hates other people above him, for his ego allows him to see himself as a prime specimen. Despite this, he shows little care for self preservation. He is hardy, scarred, and stocky yet handsome beast.
He does not quite have the stamina of a standard blue, even at this age, but he fights on and where his stamina lacks, he makes up for with enthusiasm, and a slightly better agility than most of his blue counterparts.
His past tendency to be violent within mating flights, only lasted roughly as long as his immaturity, it was as though it was the wicked cathartic release was called upon only in these flights, for else times, the blue was rarely agitated without justified cause. Though, as fickle as Choavith is, these levels could shift like the sands of time dependent upon his mood.
