BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: K'ai
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: he/him
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
BIRTHDATE: Spring of 2742
AGE: 28, as of 2770
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Egg guardian.
WING: Starfall
APPEARANCE
EYES: Black
HAIR: Blacker, long and a little frizzy
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'10", rider fit
PLAY-BY: Willy Cartier
FULL APPEARANCE: Nose nearly too wide for the narrowness of his face. It is dominant. Pronounced. Perched above a mouth that so often pouts. Between dark eyes that are watchful, yet warm. K'ai is not as tall as many, but he doesn't seem to notice any lack of height on his part. So used to standing against men a head taller than himself he doesn't notice anymore.
He wears his hair long. Often pulling back the top layer without actually binding it all. He has found memories of the creche women brushing it when he was younger. Not a man of fashion, he prefers functional clothing. Layers that can easily be put on or taken off as needed. Vests with useful pockets, and sturdy shirts.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: K'ai has never known anything but the Weyr. It shows in his interactions with outsiders. He has a lack of understanding for the struggles of the holders, even when those same struggles effect the Weyr. And he has even less understanding for crafters. They might as well be another species. He has never turned his hand to anything resembling craftsmanship.
He understands dragons. And the strange, ever shifting politics of Weyr life. His curiosity expanding to other Weyrs, these new children rising up and flaunting tradition. K'ai wonders if there is any hope of it working, or will they be forced to fall back to the way things have always been. Perhaps the way they should be.
Raised to be a dragonman, K'ai never prepared to be anything else. His interests are shallow. And his ambitions small. He does as he is told and doesn't think much beyond it. Agreeing to any course changes Vaseeth might deem necessary. He is, however, an avid journaler. When time permits he likes to write his thoughts down on paper or hide. Occasionally dabbling in poetry. Which his dragon mocks whole whole heartedly.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Weyrbrat
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: S'val, the left behind.
BIRTHPLACE: Ista Weyr
HISTORY: Weyrbrat. Child of the creche. K'ai couldn't tell you his mother's name, she had so little interest in him. It was the headwoman who named him as a swaddled and dark eyed babe. He was a rough and tumble child. Falling into danger almost as if by intent. Rounding up the others to games of his choosing. But he did well with direction, especially when the instruction was explicit.
Slightly better as a youth. K'ai was a dependable runner of messages and errands. He knew every nook and cranny of the Weyr, and had a sharp eye for the moods and foibles of its members. He was endearing when he needed to be. And careful to duck when that was necessary too. The older he grew the higher his eyes looked, until he was trying to catch sight of a dragon of his own.
Candidacy was easy for K'ai. He was already acclimated to Weyr life. He breathed it. At times pitting personalities against each other to get himself out of trouble. Or into something special. But his candidacy was a long one. K'ai didn't Impress until he was in his twenties. The dread of aging out creeping up from the soles of his boots.
Impression came as a bit of a surprise. Not that he had Impressed, finally, but to whom. Or what. A dual colored snout breaking through the shell first, followed by a body that carried on the markings that some might call erroneous. K'ai didn't care, though he was curious. Too immersed in the rightness of his link with Vaseeth. And Vaseeth never said, replying to inquires from K'ai and strangers alike with a long look and a longer hmmm.
They made a good pair. Vaseeth was casually bossy and K'ai had always been good at being bossed. They worked well together. A steady hand at their classes, graduating into a fair Thread flaming pair.
K'ai managed to work his way up to wingsecond, and through a handful of weyrmates, before a tempting task came across his plate. For some unfathomable reason, Ista was going to donate a clutch to High Reaches. And Vaseeth was certain they should accompany the clutch and see to its safety.
Dragons would be needed to see the eggs delivered. And a bit of slick talking made arrangements for them to stay and see them hatched properly too. High Reaches had a reputation, after all. So K'ai kissed his current weyrmate goodbye and took a few eggs between.
