Description
| Aishen |
 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Current Home |
Monaco Bay Weyr |
| Place of Birth |
Igen Desert |
| Dragon |
Bronze Qhatiratrixth |
| Occupation |
Weyrlingmaster |
| Craft |
Vintnercraft |
| Rank |
Journeyman |
Flyaway russet hair grows in riotous profusion, coppery strands falling to the nape of his neck, suiting his high-cheeked, square-jawed face. Beneath thick, arching brows a few shades darker than his auburn hair, azure eyes watch the world with a weary, cynical humor. An arching, bent-bridged nose, clearly broken at least once before, suggests a certain belligerence, finding an echo in the stubborn set of his firm lips, the defiant jut of a strong, broad chin, all framed by the thick red beard that covers his lower face.
Tall and broad, his frame is whipcord and muscle covered by pale skin, the pinkish undertones enhanced by the shade of his hair. Spare flesh he has little of; the play of muscles and flesh over bone suggest a lifetime of physical labor. His gear is simple; a broad-collared white shirt, sleeves rolled up above his elbows and laces undone to his breastbone. It is tucked into a pair of tight and supple wherhide pants dyed charcoal gray, which in turn disappear into the tops of mid-calf black boots. A braided black-dyed leather belt surrounds his waist, buckled in silver, supporting a simple sheathed belt-knife and a small pouch for everyday necessities
History
Aishen has seen plenty in his scant turns. Born to renegades living deep in the Igen desert, some would say that he had no chance from birth. Indeed, before he was ten, he had learned the fine arts of picking pockets, picking locks, begging, and stealing. It's quite possible he might have met the same sticky end as his parents - serving out life sentences in the mines - but for the willingness of two strangers to give a child a second chance.
It wasn't an easy road for Aishen or for his adoptive parents. Corlan and Mikeel were two men whose love for each other found little acceptance, but their positions as a master vintner and skilled journeyman miner, respectively, earned them tolerance and respect, if not friendship, from their neighbors at Igen Hold. When the band of renegades that had spent turns raiding and terrorizing the small desert holdings was finally uncovered and captured, they were willing to take on two of the seven young children found among the extensive deep-desert caverns.
It took several turns for the pair to tame the two wildling children, but eventually they broke through the barriers, turning both Aishen and his foster-sister from an incipient life of crime. While his sister followed Mikeel into the minecraft, turning what might have been a fence's eye towards gem appraisal, Aishen himself was more interested in the art - and the science - of the Vintnercraft. Not for him, however, the fine wines for which the craft was renowned - no, the still rough-and-tumble young man with a sharp temper, a penchant for fighting, and a fierce love (and protectiveness) of both of his fathers was more interested in beer - the making, the brewing, the bottling, and the serving.
Corlan taught his son everything he could about the basics before sending him on to a brewmaster at Ista, who would complete Ash's education in the art of bar-room hops - and bar-room brawling. At twenty-one, Ash would earn his journeyman's knot and begin his wanderings about Pern, searching for just the right ingredients to complete his masterwork - a series of beers to highlight every Hold, Hall, and Weyr on Pern, using local ingredients to create a specialized brew in its honor.
As the rank implied, Aishen spent a great deal of his time Journeying, rather than remaining tied to one place. His masters took into account his ambition to create a series of Pernese-themed brews and, rather than assigning him to any one Weyr, Hold, or Hall, they instead used him as a courier, sending him to and fro with samples for the stewards and special deliveries for their most distinguished clients. During these excursions, Aishen was given leave to scour the nearby lands to find ingredients native to the region. On those rare occasions where he was at one of the two home Halls in either Tillek or Benden, he often manned a stall in the trade craftyard, where he sold samples of his own creations to visitors and traders alike.
He also took advantage of his ability to move around Pern to keep close with his family - his adoptive family, that is. If he's had any contact with his parents - or his former clanmates - no one's been any the wiser. In addition to frequent visits to Igen to visit his fathers, he's also followed his sister Wendyn around Pern as she continued her studies with the minecraft. Most recently, he was at Monaco Bay Weyr, where she had been assigned with her mentor. While waiting for her to finish her daily chores and be free for a drink or two, the journeyman encountered a visiting bluerider from Half Moon Bay Weyr. During the course of their conversation - in which she stole his beer, then attempted to wheedle more, she also managed to convince him to replace his old, battered hand-me-down Vintner's knot for the pristine white one of a Candidate.
Aishen's pretty sure it was the beer talking when he said yes. Nevertheless, he now resides at Half Moon Bay Weyr, victim of a quick-tongued bluerider, a warm evening, cold beer, and the inability to turn down a challenge.
Family
| Name |
Relation |
Location |
Position |
Status |
| Corlan |
Foster Father |
Igen Hold |
Master Vintner |
NPC |
| Mikeel |
Foster Father |
Igen Hold |
Journeyman Miner |
NPC |
| Wendyn |
Foster Sister |
Monaco Bay Weyr |
Weyrling to Gold Kiyaszaeth |
PC |
Firelizards
Brown Ale
This is a proud beast if ever there was one, bold and brassy despite his stocky form. Sure one of his legs might be awkwardly truncated, giving him a lopsided gait to match his draconic brethren, but it does not stop him from keeping his head held high. Who wouldn't want to look upon a creature such as he, after all, warm caramel hide emblematic of everything summer is, was, and ever will be. Gilded streaks encircle his eyes before spiralling down the length of his neck, eventually fading away in a gentle gradient along his stomach. Darker chestnut tones arch over handsome brows, swath his spines, and eventually streak across the backs of his wings in a sunburst pattern. He is loud as befits his arrogance, a vocal flit not at all shy about protesting… well, everything. Weather. Housing. Food quality. If you aren't expecting a tiny opinion to be made, best leave him at home.
Green Riesling
Elegant strength is outlined in the sparing lines of this green firelizard. The celadon arch of her neck is a proud one, matched by the contour of her tail, and her limbs are slender, graceful all the way down to elongated paws that make her seem to stand on her tippy-toes. Her hide is a pastel hue over most of her form, save for her wings. Those are a brighter shade, a vivid lime along those pointed spans, and when they're tucked in against her sides, the sails don't quite seem to fold right - instead, they bunch up around her hips to a puffy ring that does nothing to diminish her grace but does - in its own peculiar way - accentuate her form.
She's a ballerina! Do a plie!
Dragon
A Flair for the Under-Dramatic Bronze Qhatiratrixth
Ruddy colored and sepia-hued, the slender frame of this dragon is closer to that of a large brown, rather than the bronze that he may portend to be. A claim that seems to have some substance to it, as his narrow shoulders and sides have a certain metallicness to them - a burnished bronze appearing in wide swaths, as if the brown hues have been meticulously rubbed away, though much of the gloss has disappeared with them, leaving only sparse remnants of sheen behind. Too long wings, sails of dull brass, are supported by wide spars of dark bronze - though even that cannot banish the bright, flame-wrought hues of near copper which dance upon the very trailing edge of his sails, as if dawn’s light was captured as Rukbat was breaking the horizon. That bit of brightness, brightness that appears again upon his slim stomach, between his lean limbs, leaves no doubt as to this otherwise dark dragon’s true bronze nature. Darkness which claims his slender head, for coal’s blackness appears upon his eyeridges, shadows drifting backwards over headknobs, drifting down the jagged ridges of his spine - for unlike his underside, no light touches there to brighten them. Yet, as a result of the dark hues surrounding them, his large, faceted eyes are cast into sharper relief while the angular lines of his jaw serve as a reminder that despite his obvious lackings, including the rich color of others, he has the makings of a rather handsome bronze.
Logs
| Title |
OOC Date |
Cast |
| Search by Fiat |
April 22, 2021 |
A'she, Graysen, Logain |
| 2021-05-23: Fuerioth and Yevith's Eggs Hatch (33rd PC Clutch) |
May 23, 2021 |
A'she, Br'aby, Graysen, I'aija, Kelenaro, Logain, Nefarin, Reya, Suyi, Wendyn |
| Title |
OOC Date |
Cast |
| 2020-08-23: Kiyaszaeth and Elsvruth's Eggs Hatch (32nd PC Clutch) |
August 23rd, 2020 |
A'she, Bellamy, I'aija, Lilyera, Q'ton, Sonya, Suyi, Tykel, Viren, Wendyn, Zelien |
| Title |
OOC Date |
Cast |
| A Grand Opening! |
July 14, 2019 |
A'she, Barnaby, Ityrziel, Jazhira, R'en, Reya, Wendyn, Ysabella |
| No Stealing Allowed! (Wendyn is Searched) |
July 14, 2019 |
A'she, Jazhira, Wendyn |
| Festivaaaaaal! |
August 7, 2019 |
A'she, Brohdan, Ityrziel, R'en, Suyi, Xh'vyr, Wendyn |
| Time to Get Funky |
August 22, 2019 |
A'she, B'an, Suyi, Tyr'ie, Wendyn |
