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| Q'ton |
| Sex |
Male |
| Position |
AWLM |
| Dragon |
Kiasyth |
| Age |
39 |
| Birthplace |
Monaco Bay Hold |
| Home |
Monaco Bay Weyr |
Description
Dark brown hair just brushes this tanned man's broad shoulders, curling a slight waves at the ends. His thick eyebrows are nearly black over klah brown eyes. He has an angular face, high cheekbones, and a distinctive, very straight nose. He has a short, neatly trimmed beard that usually looks like he just missed a sevenday or two shaving. He is of slightly taller than average height, but broad shouldered with heavily muscled arms.
History
Quinton is, naturally, the fifth born child of a seacraft master. He has three brothers, all older, and two sisters, one older and one younger. He grew up near Monaco Bay Hold and always spent as much time outdoors as he could, fascinated by his father's craft and totally bored with his mother's insistence that he keep an open mind about other crafts. One of his seacrafter uncles, his mother's baby brother, died in shipwreck when Quin was just a baby, and she has tried to do everything she can to keep her children from joining their father's craft ever since.
When he was twelve, just before he planned on confirming, for sure, with his father that he wanted to become a seacrafter like him, a dragon arrived on Search from Ista Weyr. Both Quinton and his older sister Tamia were asked to stand for the latest clutch at Ista. They were the last two Searched for that clutch, just two sevendays before the Hatching. On the sands, Tamia was one of the first to Impress to a lovely pale green named Pachith. Quinton thought for sure that he was going to be left alone, but hours later, or maybe just moments, he found himself on his back, face to face with the gorgeous forest green that had knocked him down. That moment changed Q'ton's life forever as he struggled to breathe with Kiasyth sitting on his chest.
Weyrlinghood flew past for Q'ton and Kiasyth. Sometimes it seemed like only moments since Kiasyth found him on the sands. Sometimes it seemed like years. They did, eventually, graduate, however, and took up a job transporting goods and people around Pern. A few turns passed and Q'ton found himself dissatisfied with the lack of direction their lives were going. He needed a challenge, or at least a change, so the pair transferred to Ierne. After all, there's more trade going on at Ierne than the island Weyr where Kiasyth hatched.
A few more turns and Kiasyth is now seven turns old. They are still dissatisfied, so start training in Search & Rescue. They thrive in S&R for the next decade until Quin finds out that a bluerider from Monaco, who's dragon won Kiasyth's latest mating flight, is pregnant. Malia doesn't want to leave Monaco, though, and Q'ton wants to be part of his child's life, so he puts in for a transfer. Now, a turn later, the pair are settled in at Monaco and he is learning how to be a father to a one turn old daughter.
Family
| Name |
Relation |
Position |
Age |
| Tamia |
Sister |
Courier @ ISW |
+5T 2M 13D |
| B'ay |
Weyrmate |
Sr. Apprentice Harper |
-11T 12M 2D |
| Tonalia |
Daughter |
Child @ MBW |
-28T 3M 22D |
| Bailey |
Step-Daughter |
Child @ XAW |
-32T 2M 9D |
Firelizard(s)
Dragon
Ancient Forest Green Kiasyth
Deep within an forest ancient trees twist into memorable shapes, each one a silent, ageless guardian to the tranquility that spring sunlight brings to meandering pastures, the calm verdancy captured within this green dragon's hide. Senescent oak dapples her vernal flanks, ethereal leaves delicately entwining her shoulders to create patterns within the shadowy depths of her neckridges, each one tipped with the shimmering iridescence of morning dew. Sylvan grove caresses belly's curve, pale muted light filtering through the dense underbrush to where dark moss thrives around the beech hues of her legs, each firmly rooted to earth-coloured talons. Lustrous, evergreen holly decorates her pinions, the spiked blades yielding only to the feathering ferns that caress her wings, the wingbones festooned with a sprinkling of lavender, tiny bell shapes evocative of vernal equinox's first flowers.
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