
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Q’row (formerly Qalrow)
GENDER: Cismale
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
ORIENTATION: Literally whatever, good luck getting past his depression though
BIRTHDATE: Winter 2740
AGE: 30 as of Late Spring 2770
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bluerider
WING: Daylight Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Amber
HAIR: Black, short and messy
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’9, kinda spindly
PLAY-BY: Qrow Branwen (RWBY)
FULL APPEARANCE:
He’s about as messy as one can be. He doesn’t seem to mind getting messy, but he does keep his person as clean as he can manage at any given time. He’s pretty lean and not very muscled, as well as scruffy as he doesn’t shave as often as he could. Q’row has some decent muscle to him, and tends to move very gracefully on foot. He’s a little LESS graceful on dragonback, leading to many scars and less permanent bumps and bruises on his person. Though if asked, he will say he’s suffered through worse, then refuse to elaborate.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Q’row doesn’t really take much of anything seriously. He makes dry jokes, enjoys just goofing off and doing nothing when he can get away with it. He likes working, sure. It gives him a sense of purpose that makes him more than happy. But he also appreciates what down time he can squeeze out of the occupation, just spending his alone time with a little wine and some good food. He enjoys the finer things, but in moderation and usually shared among those around him.
He’s very communal, and tends to think of others needs before his own. This can lead to him running himself ragged and not tending to his own needs, leading to exhaustion and overall low mood. And he’s not the type to bounce back well from those. He tends to self isolate when he’s reached his limit, which only makes his low mood worse. There is also the unfortunate tendency to shoulder burdens he shouldn’t be shouldering, leading to a faster spiral into exhaustion.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Raven – Sister
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: A hold near Fort Sea hold
HISTORY:
The Branwen ‘family’ was a collection of misfits from the local creche, a gang of young adults and children who found similarities among one another and banded together. Qalrow and Raven were the de facto leaders, as they were the most experienced and allowed those who didn’t really get along with the main body of holders into the group. While they weren’t the most well behaved group, they did their best to fit in in their own ways, often securing what connections they could for the benefit of the hold overall. Many of the misfits eventually would find their way to craft holds or to weyrs, recruited by passing riders and such. However, Raven and Qalrow always stayed together. Raven had already been spoken to by several dragonriders about being a candidate, but she always turned them down. She had a duty to their family and Qalrow agreed with her choices. But. He himself always wanted to ride a dragon. To just be a part of something bigger than just this. Of course when he tried to tell Raven this, she was angry at him. They’d drop the subject for the most part, but Qalrow would have a choice to make.
One day, it happened. A rider named Ozma from Fort Weyr approached him atop his great shining bronze and offered Qalrow the chance to be a candidate. Granted, he was already 20 but there was still time. Raven was vehemently against it, even threatening the rider. But Qalrow wanted this. Wanted to have a chance to be something more.
Even so, the words that Raven said that day would haunt him.
“If you get on that dragon’s back, you’ll be turning your back on us. Our family! On me! If you think you can just come back when you fail, I’ll be here with a knife for your heart!”
He’d still get on the back of the dragon.
Candidacy was kind of wild for him. Adapting to Weyr life was… wild. He really didn’t know exactly where he stood a lot of the time, but the more he just sat back and reflected, the more he realized that this wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Sure, he wasn’t able to be as open or free as he once was. But this was a LOT more secure. He was comfortable here. And soon enough, he’d get the chance to stand for clutches. A decent number. And the idea of having a partner in life so deeply attached to him was appealing! Though. He tried VERY hard not to think about his sister that he’d left behind.
At long last, he found his dragon. Or rather, his dragon found him.
Raseth was a seedy, shifty blue. But they worked well together. He liked his ‘whatever it took’ nature, and Raseth liked that he wasn’t so above being underhanded. The pair would eventually go out and transfer to High Reaches, a good place for social climbing. Even though Q’row wasn’t THAT interested in such things, the idea of being Candidatemaster appealed to him. He knew kids pretty well and was happy to help them learn. Even if Raseth complained that this wasn’t enough, Q’row would argue that making the youth better equipped for the future was a decent stepping stone to a life as a leader. It would be enough for Raseth, for now.
Life was good.
Until it wasn’t.
There was drama. An egg snatching. Accusations thrown left and right. And while neither Raseth nor Q’row knew who to believe, they had a choice to make. Q’row and his dragon would talk. And talk. And think. And eventually, take wing and fly back to Fort Weyr. Raseth would have rather stayed at High Reaches, but even his ambitions weren’t worth seeing Q’row so disgustingly unhappy and unmotivated. A happy rider would go along with most things he suggested, after all.
This was going to be a mess and a half to deal with. But they’d deal with it.