"Spare us the hyperbole. 'Tis not for praise that we fight."
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt Both
NAME: E'tin ( Elided from Estinien)
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him/His
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring of 2740
AGE: 36 as of 2776
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Green Rider
WING: Aurora
APPEARANCE
EYES: Steel Blue
HAIR: Golden Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'4"; Muscular
PLAY-BY: Estinien Wyrmblood (FFXIV)
FULL APPEARANCE:
E'tin is a very...tall man. His height is only made more imposing by the ripples of slender muscle that cover his form, making him built like a great hunting cat of a man. His eyes are a piercing steel blue that almost seem to lancet anyone or anything he gazes at. Long golden blonde hair frames his face and goes down his back a few inches below his shoulders. He often wears it flowing and long if not tucked in a helm or tied back in a loose horse tail style.
His face is angular and masculine, with almond shaped eyes and a strong nose. His lips are thin but full enough that if he would ever smile, he might melt glaciers with its charm. His hands are one of his most detested features, as his fingers are long and almost feminine in his eyes.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Estinien is stoic and tends to speak in a very serious and no nonsensical tone. He is intolerant of weakness and quick to call out anyone he thinks fits this bill. Being raised by his very traditionalist parents has made him also firmly believing that nothing needs to be "progressive" and thinks anyone with a notion of anything otherwise than adhering to traditions is an ignorant fool.
He is not a very social creature and often glares and suffers a chronic case of resting bitch face when in a neutral setting mentally. He also has an unreasonable distaste for females in general, given his own mother irritated him to no end with her incessant "needs" and took time away from him with his father.
He never got along with her and his view of females was of rigid acceptance when it was another rider but he refused to become "friends" with them. His baby sister is the one exception to this rule and he will fight anyone or anything that hurts her but is careful not to expose this "weakness" to anyone he does not trust.
When it counts, Estinien is a good ally to have on your side. He is fearless, steadfast and stubborn and as fierce as the dragon he rides and does everything 200% effort, even if it drives him to collapse. He is also a perfectionist and has not room for failure in his life, be it his own or another.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Nien of Bronze Ambrosath - Father (Deceased)
Estielle of Green Daisith (Deceased)
Candidate Nielle - Younger Sister
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Dorian of Green Meguyakuth
BIRTHPLACE:Telgar Hold
HISTORY:
TW: Mild Child Neglect; Parental Death
E'tin was born to rider parents and had a rather normal childhood, though he was coddled as the first born by his father and his mother often became jealous and would even go as far as to make everything about her. It was at the age of 10 that he decided he strongly disliked his mother.
This only changed slightly when at age 14, his baby sister was born. While he wanted to be a rider, he spent the first year of his sister's life taking care of her, as their mother was only interested in being a rider and consuming as much of his father's attention as he could, therefore the children were often in her way. This all came to a head when his parents were killed during a Threadfall. While he did not have any painful loss of feelings over the death of his mother.. his father dying crushed him in a way he never thought himself capable of.
Suddenly the world pulled hard to port and he was left adrift, young and with a little sister he was ill prepared to care for. It was with reluctance that he left her in the care of others and moved forward, now with renewed purpose to become a rider like his father.
When he reached the age he would be a candidate, E'tin made sure his sister was looked after but kept in touch and seen her as much as time would allow. His attempts to impress were met with disaster and as he failed to do so again and again, frustration mounted and as he stood at his last standing, it finally happened.
But then everything as he knew it got turned on its head when he impressed. Because it was not a noble bronze, sturdy brown.. or even a good blue that chose him. He noticed the green hatch and frowned. She was so.. spindly and definately not fit for such a rider as him. Then he noticed her gaze locking on him and felt his stomach curl in disgust and it was clear on his face. Rather than be deterred by his venom and with a mischivious twinkle in her gaze, Sireth all but skipped up to E'tin and seized his hand in her mouth and bit down, not hard enough to break his skin but making her point.
Disgust gave away to horror when he seen the rainbows in her eyes.. no.. not this Green.. not HIM! This had to be a nightmare... because surely this green, this pathetic looking green was not his dragon. It was then her mindvoice filled his own mind and her words made him scowl further.
" Oi, you there, the one with the permanent frown on your face. You will do, and aint nothing you can do about it. "
The man huffed and attempted to pry the jaws of this damnable green from his hand but she felt on fast and he growled. " Be gone, you pathetic fool. I am no woman. You had your fun, go humiliate someone else." He replied scathingly. " I do not accept this."
Sireth huffed in amusement and bit down harder, drawing blood this time. " Listen you, we are stuck together, accept it. You will grow to like me, I can promise you that."
She retorted, and then let go, looking up at him sweetly, almost like she was pretending to be innocent. He hated this.. he was thoroughly humiliated and now stuck with this.. green. As much as he wanted to turn away and reject her, he hated the idea of her going between more and felt trapped and without even touching her, he stomped in irritation over to the healers to have his hand attended to then feeding this green he was stuck with. Having impressed as female color, he was humiliated and did not speak of his dragon more than required for most of her growth to adulthood.
Sireth was as good as her word and despite him not being happy with her for a few turns, over time, her sense of snark and humor started winning him over. When they flew their first thread, he was gobsmacked by how agile she was and she proved to him that she could do things as good as any other dragon he might have fancied. Having been a non traditional pair from the start, E'tin began to start to see things a bit differently and accepting more that perhaps there could be some leeway in the old ways of thinking. Plus, Sireth was willing to entertain his sour attitude with the patience of a saint and often would snark right back at him. Her nerve and quick wit made him start to see her in a different light and the last turn or so, he has been proudly introducing her, a large step in the " right" direction.
But he still maintains that some colors do not suit men and some to women, his views these days are a bit less rigid than they used to be, thanks in large part to the dragon he did not want at first but now would fight with all his being to protect.
While he was a pain to work with, he never was a slacker and if hard choices needed to be made or work needed to be done, he was there and doing it without complaint or regard to his own needs. He still has issues dealing with strong minded females and often avoids them as much as possible.
