BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt if Gaelio is still in play. Retire otherwise.
NAME: Ein (eye-een)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: Frustrated sexual. Romance why sexual.
BIRTHDATE: Late Winter, 2744
AGE: 24, 2768
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Candidate shithead
WING: n/a
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6’3 & ropy
PLAY-BY: Ein Dalton (gundam)
FULL APPEARANCE: Still stinging from youth as a small child, Ein is making up for years as a scrawny kid. Always smaller than his abilities. Stick thin but strong. He's bigger now, but Ein still walks with his spine stiff and his shoulders drawn back to round out his chest. He often looks bigger than he is, just by the way he carries himself. Seeming to deflate when he relaxes. Wide shoulders softening, face easing into an almost smile. Hands worrying he carefully cut hair into a mess.
He prefers muted, but bright colors. Yellows in mustard. Good browns. Crisp whites. Steady shades of grey. Most are colors you can have for cheap too. Except the yellow, that can get a little expensive.
Features that are sharp. They might have been delicate on another personality, but Ein clenches his jaw just like he straightens his spine. Eyes almost always drawn into an accusatory squint. Mouth a sullen slant unless someone is making him smile. Which is really rude, you know.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Ein is fiercely independent. He takes pride in being able to take care of himself, and more than that, in being able to take care of others. He regularly practices his skills to keep them sharp. To be capable. So that he never has to depend on anyone else, because people let you down. Well, most people let you down. His lack of faith in others has served him well so far. He has trouble following orders from people he doesn't respect, and its harder still for him to swallow what he thinks is wrong, making him an argumentative underling.
His pride, and Ein's desperate hold on it, make him hard to know. He doesn't open up easily. Slow to warm to people, he is often sullen, a little petulant, and judgmental. Hiding behind a wall so he doesn't have to risk being hurt. He is a good friend, once he's been acquired, loyal but not always any nicer. Ein is the sort of friend who doesn't keep his opinions or advice to himself. Sure that people should be working hard to be better. He's a fixer like that. Out to set things right whether you want them changed or not.
Ein is not stoic, expressive in his emotions. He might have made a good teacher if he was. Able to keep his disappointment to himself. But he is oddly patient. Frustrated as he gets, Ein doesn't give up. Not on himself, and not on another person as long as they prove worth the effort. A try is good enough for Ein. He's just going to make you keep trying until you get it. Himself too. Though there might be some screaming and punching involved. He has left plenty of broken doors, cups, and knuckles in his wake.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
En'lo of blue Hasath - Uninvolved Father
Insallay - Marty Mother
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Gaelio
BIRTHPLACE: Minor Hold north of Southern Boll on the coast
HISTORY: A rider's byblow. Everyone knew. Ein's father always had a name, just never a face. En'lo of blue Hasath. Some tsked over it, a rare few thought it a matter of pride. A dragonrider for a father! Once he grew out of dreams of his father on his blue dragon sweeping him out of the hold creche and into the Weyr, Ein cursed him. Always at a disadvantage. Lowborn whatever his father was. His mother a scullery maid. She scrubbed and laundered her life away.
Ein was always under examination, when he wasn't forgotten. Taught by harpers because he needed to know. How to read the signs, when to hide, how to do honor to his Lord Holder and Weyr. How to serve. It made him angry. All his merit dependent on what he could do for someone else. Not because he was clever, good with his hands and quick on his feet.
How useful could he be? That was all anyone was waiting to see.
Pretty useful, it turned out. Saving a Holder's son from plummeting to his death. Ein was sure the boy was a fool. An determined fool, badgering Ein until he gave in. Giving up his name with a sullen pout. And signing his life away with it. Personal body guard! Ein balked at first, grumbling outwardly, but inside, inside he was ready. To have purpose, and merit. A friend.
They became good friends too. Ein always ready to come to Gaelio's defense. He didn't have the same sort of hide smarts or pretty speech, but he knew how to maneuver in the world. Training under the hold guards so he was more than a dirt scrapping boy pretending to be body guard to a holder's son. Drilling until he was a fighter in his own right. Rough around the edges but too stubborn to quit anything.
It was scary, when the dragons came. Ein never paid them any mind, bitter still at how his father had left his mother. This time was different though. One was particularly interested in Gaelio, and there was talk of him going to the Weyr. Ein couldn't have it. He was hold heir, he had to stay with the hold! With Ein. Stiff shoulders trying to block his friend from the dragon's gaze. Amusement running down his spine, not his own, someone else's.
They would take that one too, with the scowl and fierce pride. So Ein was Searched, hand tight on Gaelio's arm as they mounted dragons - dragons! - and went to the Weyr where he really had to defend the person he'd signed his heart over to so long ago. his poor sweet Gaelio without a lick of self-care knowledge in his pretty head. He'd learn. They would both have to. But Ein was prepared to do any punching necessary between ignorance and knowledge.
And eventually a couple of dragons would pick them, right?
Right?
