Description
Abnormally tall, Qoreni lumbers over most. His height is mostly comprised of wiry muscles and lanky limbs, all conspiring to make him look like some freakish creature lurching about. He is all over long, not seeming to have grown into his body, or perhaps he never will, but he doesn't appear to care enough to make his build less obvious. His hair is well-kept, trimmed neatly around his ears. It whisps in little curls, fiery red in color, but is usually kept damp so that it's not *too* out of place. Among a delicate face, bright goldish eyes glimmer, accenting high cheekbones and a hawklike nose.
He's dressed entirely-too-neatly in black, loose pants and a grey shirt, both pressed to perfection and decidedly unwrinkled. His knot says that he's a High Reaches Bronzerider — who clearly takes his appearance very seriously.
History
If there is one thing to tell about Qoreni's background, it is that it was relatively normal…for a trader lad. He was born on a wagon somewhere between Fort and High Reaches, an occasion marked only by a small not on his Fathers' logbook — "Babe born tonight, very small.". Needless to say, he survived being born a bit early and thrived on his parents' lifestyle, as it was rather comfortable. Their caravan consisted of ten or so wagons, each serving a different purpose, though most carried goods. His mother had been born into the trade, a lithe woman in her early twenties when she began having children, and his father had been travelling with traders for most of his life, a Harper who'd left the hall in search of something else, something…well, not the hall, that was all he'd ever know, other than he might have found it in exploring with his eventual wife and seven children.
Qoreni spent his childhood in that caravan, wandering all around the northern continent and eventually the southern. His family was comfortable, and eventually he found himself with six siblings, though three were fostered to relatives soon after birth — too many children running around was a bother to everybody, and Qoreni learned quickly to stay out of the way. He began tidying things up somewhat obsessively at an insanely young age; just three, he'd sit in a wagon while they were moving and arrange everything by color, or texture, or even degrees of shininess…they were always the prettiest of wagons, at least. It grew in force as he grew up, and by the time he was ten turns old he would spend whole days figuring out new ways to arrange their inventory…and generally, his will was strong enough to get them arranged as /he/ pleased.
At the age of sixteen, with a little sack of marks he'd earned over several turns, a few belongings, and a determination to be by himself for once, Qoreni left his family. He bought a sturdy runner to ride, and set to exploring by himself, abstaining from going into any hold or weyr more than he had to, as he didn't really enjoy the feeling of people *all* around him. And plus, it was much easier to keep only the runner and himself well-organized, clean, and well cared for than to make everybody that way!
Family
| Name | Relation | Location | Position |
|---|---|---|---|
| Irisia | Mother | ||
| Qovenne | Father | ||
| Rias | Sister | ||
| Sisiqa | Sister | ||
| Vennesi | Brother | ||
| Orvirai | Sister | ||
| Jesirri | Sister | ||
| Enaqor | Brother | ||
| Kere | Son | ||
| Querina | Daughter |
Firelizards
Green Shardit and Brown Evil
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Dragon
Bronze Lhyzaeth
Bronze doesn't glitter across this hatchling's hide. He seems to drift in shadows, with the darkest hues settling along his neckridges, tail, and legs. His head is finely proportioned, delicately boned and slender. His neck is narrow and draped with dark bronze, which pools into a single sheet where his straps will rest. His body is stocky and short, and slightly more pudgy than those of his clutchmates. Perhaps his egg had more yolk than the others?
His legs are out of proportion to the rest of him, longer than they should be for his body size, but still on the short side. Their color begins at his talons of black, and then rises to fade to your average bronze hue at his shoulders. His knees are a little knobby, and don't quite straighten all the way. For this reason, he crouches. His belly is a lighter hue, in contrast to his dark tail. Overall, this bronze hatchling is both forgettable and curious at the same time.
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