Minquel
Played By: Mya
Character Name: Minquel (Minq)
Pronunciation: MIN-quell
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Political Alignment: The Establishment
Age: 21/22
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
Before his musculature became the sleek mound that're now carved across his peach-toned skin, a big-bone structure and average height made Minquel prominent. He's a clean, powerful statue standing within a crowd. Whether he wanted to be noticeable doesn't matter since the semi-broad shoulders are obvious underneath whatever he'll wear and even the firm, well-carved chest requires clothing so ridiculously loose it's obvious he was hiding something. The vague roundness in his stomach area despite it being an otherwise firm, muscled plain indicates he wasn't always muscular, in fact his limbs, too, are somewhat thicker than normal. His legs even have an extra inch, or two, of length on them.
It's the opposite when looking upon his face. The short face with the thick-set jaw almost, though not quite, the width of his cheekbones left those features appearing square but his cheeks look empty, con-caved inward some where babyfat once had been. His cheeks have more thickness than one'd expect on him since he can't seem to loose all the fat no matter how hard he tries. There's a pert nose with a knob at the bridge and every feature's framed amidst chestnut brown hair. A dark chestnut brown that's tinged with a copper-red shine at the tips, cut into layers it hangs rather smooth and several wispy locks hang across his face. Occasionally those shift in front of fern green eyes that've a darker ring around the outer edge prompting him to find some water for styling purpose. As for the rest he keeps the top moist and slicked back to behind his ears where it curls, supported via each layer under it. Then it ends in a 'V' point that's laying flat against the nape of his neck.
On his back, in-between his shoulder blades there's also a small, darkened birthmark.
Personality:
He's proud of his self-control, even the times he's fallen heading downward and twisted one knee hasn't pried a sound of pain from him. Once Minquel recovered his senses he'd haul himself, limping, toward the infirmary or toward the first person he's come across if he needn't change direction much. Said person would receive a 'lend me a shoulder, my knee would appreciate the help.' in a deadpan, if strained voice. Most men envy that silence though he seems almost too stoic against the pain, however, whenever he's stubbed his toe, or gotten a papercut, he'll grind out a whirlwind of swearing because they're so small he should've been able to avoid it. Being in control of himself is more important than controlling another because if you're not in control then you can't be someone who's trustworthy. At least trustworthy when it comes to keeping others safe. He wants obedient companions, wants them to not twist the meaning of rules so
they'd be exempt from wrongdoing, or twist it so someone they hate is.
Fair-minded and curious he'll check on someone else's work with seeming disinterest. Nothing really interests him much unless it's something he can do something about in which case no matter how small the situation, or how little he can do, he'll step in. He likes work, he likes doing chores since they give him something to, something to focus his mind because otherwise his absent-minded nature would take over. At night he tends to lay awake for some hours with his mind jumping from on thing to another before he can shake off his bout of insomnia, it frustrating since it gives him trouble waking on time. Thing is he has a silent, jealous streak that hungers for hedonistic activities so he loves cuddling or stealing touches from those he finds attractive.
Birthplace: Benden Weyr
Parents: M'lier, Quanne
Birthday: t01.m01.d16
History:
M'lier and Quanne were weyrmated for several turns and Quanne was content that she'd captured a bronzerider's interest until he began returning drunk. The violence against her and her eldest son made her consider transferring. What stopped her was that she'd have to leave her two children behind since M'lier outranked her but M'lier made a
mistake when he punched the crecheworker who'd been watching over their eldest. It gave Quanne the leverage she needed to transfer with their children.
That was how 10 Turn old Qimuer (Qim) and 1 Turn old Minquel (Minq) arrived at Fort from Benden. Minquel's agemates never knew much beyond what color his father rode, which, because it's Fort, meant that those fond of him took his leadership in stride. The more he was responsible for, the more serious he became about his position and about looking the part. Minquel threw himself into Candidacy determined he'd attain the expectation others had for him, working so vigorously that he worked off his youth pudginess within the first 4 Turns. The last few Turns have made him wonder about the intelligence of those males in Candidacy since they've kept giving him greenbands during the banding exercises, therefore they're obviously fools. Nor does He does consider it a good thing to have Southerners around Fort as they're not proper Fortians in nature...the amount of training they'd require... That alone makes him worry about what might happen to the Fort traditions he finds so much comfort in.
Chances are if any Southern Candidate show up they'd probably skew the results even further from what they should be, namely him receiving the bronze or brownband he deserves. He doesn't think educating them either would do much good but it's not like he can do anything else if they make an appearance either.
(father) M'lier, rider of bronze Raxneth
(mother) Quanne, journeyman harper
(brother) Qimuer, sr. apprentice healer
~~Candidates Only~~
Color preferences: Bronze/Brown (1st choice). Green (2nd choice)
Name after Impression: M'nel
Pronunciation: MIN-quell
Character Type: Candidate
Rank: Candidate
Political Alignment: The Establishment
Age: 21/22
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
Before his musculature became the sleek mound that're now carved across his peach-toned skin, a big-bone structure and average height made Minquel prominent. He's a clean, powerful statue standing within a crowd. Whether he wanted to be noticeable doesn't matter since the semi-broad shoulders are obvious underneath whatever he'll wear and even the firm, well-carved chest requires clothing so ridiculously loose it's obvious he was hiding something. The vague roundness in his stomach area despite it being an otherwise firm, muscled plain indicates he wasn't always muscular, in fact his limbs, too, are somewhat thicker than normal. His legs even have an extra inch, or two, of length on them.
It's the opposite when looking upon his face. The short face with the thick-set jaw almost, though not quite, the width of his cheekbones left those features appearing square but his cheeks look empty, con-caved inward some where babyfat once had been. His cheeks have more thickness than one'd expect on him since he can't seem to loose all the fat no matter how hard he tries. There's a pert nose with a knob at the bridge and every feature's framed amidst chestnut brown hair. A dark chestnut brown that's tinged with a copper-red shine at the tips, cut into layers it hangs rather smooth and several wispy locks hang across his face. Occasionally those shift in front of fern green eyes that've a darker ring around the outer edge prompting him to find some water for styling purpose. As for the rest he keeps the top moist and slicked back to behind his ears where it curls, supported via each layer under it. Then it ends in a 'V' point that's laying flat against the nape of his neck.
On his back, in-between his shoulder blades there's also a small, darkened birthmark.
Personality:
He's proud of his self-control, even the times he's fallen heading downward and twisted one knee hasn't pried a sound of pain from him. Once Minquel recovered his senses he'd haul himself, limping, toward the infirmary or toward the first person he's come across if he needn't change direction much. Said person would receive a 'lend me a shoulder, my knee would appreciate the help.' in a deadpan, if strained voice. Most men envy that silence though he seems almost too stoic against the pain, however, whenever he's stubbed his toe, or gotten a papercut, he'll grind out a whirlwind of swearing because they're so small he should've been able to avoid it. Being in control of himself is more important than controlling another because if you're not in control then you can't be someone who's trustworthy. At least trustworthy when it comes to keeping others safe. He wants obedient companions, wants them to not twist the meaning of rules so
they'd be exempt from wrongdoing, or twist it so someone they hate is.
Fair-minded and curious he'll check on someone else's work with seeming disinterest. Nothing really interests him much unless it's something he can do something about in which case no matter how small the situation, or how little he can do, he'll step in. He likes work, he likes doing chores since they give him something to, something to focus his mind because otherwise his absent-minded nature would take over. At night he tends to lay awake for some hours with his mind jumping from on thing to another before he can shake off his bout of insomnia, it frustrating since it gives him trouble waking on time. Thing is he has a silent, jealous streak that hungers for hedonistic activities so he loves cuddling or stealing touches from those he finds attractive.
Birthplace: Benden Weyr
Parents: M'lier, Quanne
Birthday: t01.m01.d16
History:
M'lier and Quanne were weyrmated for several turns and Quanne was content that she'd captured a bronzerider's interest until he began returning drunk. The violence against her and her eldest son made her consider transferring. What stopped her was that she'd have to leave her two children behind since M'lier outranked her but M'lier made a
mistake when he punched the crecheworker who'd been watching over their eldest. It gave Quanne the leverage she needed to transfer with their children.
That was how 10 Turn old Qimuer (Qim) and 1 Turn old Minquel (Minq) arrived at Fort from Benden. Minquel's agemates never knew much beyond what color his father rode, which, because it's Fort, meant that those fond of him took his leadership in stride. The more he was responsible for, the more serious he became about his position and about looking the part. Minquel threw himself into Candidacy determined he'd attain the expectation others had for him, working so vigorously that he worked off his youth pudginess within the first 4 Turns. The last few Turns have made him wonder about the intelligence of those males in Candidacy since they've kept giving him greenbands during the banding exercises, therefore they're obviously fools. Nor does He does consider it a good thing to have Southerners around Fort as they're not proper Fortians in nature...the amount of training they'd require... That alone makes him worry about what might happen to the Fort traditions he finds so much comfort in.
Chances are if any Southern Candidate show up they'd probably skew the results even further from what they should be, namely him receiving the bronze or brownband he deserves. He doesn't think educating them either would do much good but it's not like he can do anything else if they make an appearance either.
(father) M'lier, rider of bronze Raxneth
(mother) Quanne, journeyman harper
(brother) Qimuer, sr. apprentice healer
~~Candidates Only~~
Color preferences: Bronze/Brown (1st choice). Green (2nd choice)
Name after Impression: M'nel