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Name: Wen
(meaning born in winter.)
Band: Mudvayne (I usually pick a song for each character. Wen managed to get himself a genre... heavy metal )
Voiced by The Grave Robber in Genetic Repo (Terrance Zdunich)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual? (Truthfully he is Homosexual, he just lives in a barracks surrounded by men he thinks as his uncles. Not the easiest dating atmosphere ever.)
Craft/Rank: junior ranked guard/runner apprentice
Picture: Wen by Ryu With Rynsemth

History:Wen is the sole child of his father; his mother died in childbirth trying to bring into the world his sister. He doesn't remember her well or the event. He knows he takes after her in height and built instead of his father. His father has always been a part of the guard at Atlini Hold. Wen when younger was mostly raised by his father's elder sister till he could keep up. By the time he was eight he was running small earns for the other guards and ended up unofficially in their ranks by the time he was twelve. Wen mostly ran errands, tailed guards going on routine safe calls, and training with new recruits. He officially became an apprentice guard at fifteen. For the last year and a half, Wen has been traveling back and forth to Trine Weyr to bring important missives from Atlini and during his last was chosen as a candidate to stand for the current clutch.

Wen is between excitement and unease about being in Trine with the current predicament. He supports the Weyr, but being in a strange area and surrounded by civilians let alone being unarmed on the sands makes him uncomfortable.

Description: The first thing people notice about Wen is he is so short, at 5'1'' he is dwarf by even women. The second thing has to be his long white blond hair. He keeps it in a tight braid during work and often shoves it under his issue hat. Wen may be physically short but he isn't squat; Wen is leggy and slim, with a trim waist and narrow shoulders. His skin is soft copper, warm burnish brown. His eyes are heavy lidded and grayish blue. He has full lips with a very slight pout.

Scars: Wen has a few scars from work... he has some thin raised slashes from a knife fight down the inside of his left arm. He also has a nasty wide rough road rash like scar from hip up his ribs and down his leg from a fall from a runner onto some very rocky ground.

Personality: Shards! Boy, where did you come from? Wen is inconspicuous, unobtrusive little thing. He is quiet, relaxed, and waits often just out of sight for his superiors to finish and often startles the crap out of them. He tends to be soft spoken and tends to get lost among his more boisterous age mates.

Mischievous, he enjoys being a sneaky little thing and startling the crap out of people. He also tends to play mostly non harmful pranks, such as tilting his head quizzically and asking 'Weren't you suppose to be on the night shift with so and so today?" The new recruits get a bit irritable on being prank; the older guards find it amusing. Wen is teaching the new recruits a lesson of know your shifts and patrols. He also a bit of a reminder if a shift ended up changed due to illness.

Diligent, Wen gets his work done. Perhaps a little latter then his much more muscle bound brethren but it is well done, with an attention to fine details and accuracy. Wen is going to focus so his work only needs to be done once.

Calm, Wen is short. It doesn't bother him that he is short. It puts him at a rather good advantage when in a fight because he can box someone's kidneys. He doesn't rouse to anger easily, and tends to get more amused than frustrate when handling drunks and other problems.

Why didn't you call in kid? Wen has trouble admitting he needs a break, or is sick, or any number of things because he should be able to keep to the schedule. He has shown up to work, red with fever and nearly hallucinating. He has taken other shifts till he has no free time and then his captain has to come in and fix it. Take a break, shard it all. You are not use to me dead from exhaustion, kid.

Distant, Wen comes across as guarded and cold. He isn't very talkative outside of work, and when he is it tends to be more teasing and amused at someone else's expense. He tends to keep to what needs to be said when on the job. Yammering and gossip is not very professional and he is really just not that interest in his co-workers life outside the job.

Wen does have a few friends at work, they are all older veterans and while not much is discussed, they have a quiet companionship thing going on. He not overly picky who he works with, but he is rather picky about who he is friends with.

Pressure, Wen is very good at handling pressure. He just not good at knowing his limits. Injuries, Wen first response to an injury depends on the damage. With his leg, he looked at it, said ow, pushed a cloth against it and managed to get on his runner and back to the hold. Where he then threw up and went sort of numb. With his arm, he sort of poked it, noticed that it really needed stitches, clapped his hand around it and sort of walked to the healer and demanded he fix it.

Other: He rides a variety of runner beasts in his job; he also knows how to care for them. He is skilled in archery, knife fighting, and hand to hand defense. His small size makes him unable to excel in offense and larger weaponry.

Wen has a group of flits and they have styled themselves after a wild fair with Wen being queen flit.

Green Noche

Noche's egg was mix of parting gift and congratulations from his friends and father at the barracks. (received Dec 1st)

The tiny black egg hatched into a rather cheerful little green. Noche is friendly, not really the smartest of the bunch but she certainly is sweet. Wen is going to attempt to teach the hatchling some basic commands. Stay, leave it, and come being the most relevant and bringing messages probably an impossible dream.

Noche is the nurturing one of Wen's flits. If Wen has an egg, she is the one that tends to guard it and watch over it.


Pink egg - Pest and Feisty - Kris
Wen while looking for Cat came across this pair. Cat stole the egg out of the nest while he was feeding the gold flit. Wen doesn't understand why Cat did this at all. He expects egg stealing or adopting more out of his green Noche.

More Eggs?
Red egg - Kukri
Wen is confused as to why flit eggs keep appearing in his room.



Blue Rivet
Wen is not sure how he warranted the gift of two flits so relatively close together. Rivet at least is calmer then Noche. Actually, the little blue might be a tad lazy. He certainly seems content to lounge on or in about everything. At the very least, Rivet is not going to ruin his cover by greeting everything that passes by. If Noche ever lays a clutch with Rivet as the father, he is going to send Jemi an egg from it as payback. (Received Dec 3)

The watcher. Rivet watches everything and everyone that comes in the fair's territory.

note
Noche, love, runners do not understand you. Please stop trying to speak to them.

Brown Cat
Perhaps a strange name for a flit, but Cat's spot reminds Wen of the large predatory silent felines in the jungles. Cat is mischievous, impervious to anyone elses will. Cat does what he wants, when ever he wants, even if it is napping, sprawled out on the table, or in the doors. His egg was probably stolen by Noche. (Received Dec 5th)

Who is Wen bunking with?

Only he would impress to the egg he found the least compatible. Wen had not thought much of the misdirect egg during the touching. The egg actually smacked his warning radar and his list of watch closely.

The Misdirect thought was another pastel color egg, bi color with equal amounts of black and white in the shell. Wen touched it before pulling back, frowning slightly and discreetly rubbing his fingers on his trousers. It felt oily and he did not linger on it, moving to the last of the paler eggs.

He felt a great manipulator and Rynsmeth lived up to it, barely out of his shell.

This time the little dragon the uncoiled itself from the egg was a deep midnight black. The small hatchling pushed himself slowly to his feet, aware of and husbanding his meagre strength. Hungry red eyes scanned the candidates... and he did no more than that. Either he could see all he wanted to for now from where he stood or he hadn't quite worked out how his legs worked yet. Whichever was the case he gave nothing away as he scanned the line of desperate hopefuls. Two chances left; only two. Frantic minds reached out to him, pleaded with him to choose them and no other.

The black blinked, and took a single pace forward with his head held high and his wings poised neatly by his flanks. All of these minds yearning for him; he could take his pick, claim the one that best suited him and his purposes.

Scheming intelligent little monster. Well, perhaps that wasn't fully his first thought on seeing his life mate. Wen had been a bit distracted by the gorgeousness of the hide. Black, subtle and stealth and faded gray shadows. He had time to dwell on after the impression and Rynsmeth enjoys poetry.

The green had chosen and all that was left was the smaller of the eggs in the sands. Wen joined the circle of candidates, feeling rather squished and watched as the Hyweth's rider helped the first egg crack into a fiery little crimson. Gorgeous and rather fitting of the color of the shell it had been encased in. He smiled slightly and watched it raise and felt nothing. She had found her in a other female candidate.

The misdirect egg ended up being a inky black hatchling. Gorgeous and hungry and instead of moving he seemed to be holding his strength till he was sure of who he wanted. Wen would admit it was a rather gorgeous little black and he seemed well aware of his gorgeousness, preening and he seemed to be scheming.

And smug to.

The black's head swung around slowly until he was looking at his chosen rider, and a little smirk that could be sensed only by Wen formed in the atypes mind as he stepped slowly forward.

Words flowed in his mind, curling and possessing so much different from his flits that Wen was shocked still for mere moments. Fate would bond him to the egg he had pulled away, sensing a great manipulator in the works, he mused before smiling and walking forward towards the black hatchling and knelt, tucking his raw red feet underneath him. 'Hello Rynsemth,' he greeted sincerely in his mind forming the words in his thoughts. He reached out to stroke over the small ridges of the hatchling. 'Know that I am not going to let you get away with anything.' Wen gathered the hatchling, mirth bubbling slightly in his mind 'Unless they deserve it.' Cause some people frankly deserved a bit of trouble.

He looked up, nodding and took the bucket, calmly looking through the bucket for smaller pieces and picked up some sort of organ meat, giving it to his.

Rynsemth took the offer meat and his rider words with pleasure. He had picked the best and it showed in the ease his had adopted to the mental speech. They were meant for subtly after all. He ate dainty, knowing also that he had to wait and to grow before they could do anything, but he would do so beautifully. he replied to his chosen, content to be cared for, sharp eyes watching.

Rynsemth and Wen are bit of an odd couple. At a glance the flirty smooth talking black and silent stoic Wen seem completely at odds. The most similarities one could assume is that they are both on the smaller scale of size. It may take a moment, but if one really takes a moment to know them it becomes clear that Wen is an alert and very stealthy young man and underneath all Rynsemth flowery words is a sharp scheming mind. Together the balance each other faults and will be a formidable pair.

Wen tends to go every where armed. It really isn't that difficult, considering he favors knives, to conceal them on his person.
Wen's knives are mainly meant to be thrown, but he does have a sturdy well balanced straight blade.

Bows
The long bow - often if Wen is not using this bow, it is unstrung and left behind. It is long and burdensome and not meant for emergencies.
The short bow- This bow is the one often grabbed and used if time is being crunched. It doesn't have the range of his long bow but it takes up less room and quicker to draw.

Hand to hand style
Wen's fighting style is mainly defensive, utilizing throws, leg sweeps, and arm locks.