Es'tev of Red Hjolteph

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Name:
Es'tev (Eseltev)
Age:
Twenty-two (Spring)
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Redrider, Itnala Watch Captain, Searchrider
Location:
Eyrie


Personality:
For the most part, Es'tev is a reasonable guy. He'll tolerate people when he needs to, he's a total (reluctant) team player, and has his own honest views about the world. Fine, fine, so he's really just a big grouch, but he's not without his soft spots. It's almost as if he's nocturnal, being far more relaxed in the late evening and into the night when he's tired out. Mornings aren't his thing - not by a long shot - and generally approaching him during the day spells out snarky comments and a lack of tact. That's only generally, though.

Es'tev picks and chooses who his friends are. If he doesn't like you, he's not going to associate with you. However, if he does like you, it's an entirely different situation. Deep down beneath his grumpy exterior, he does have the capacity to care and little and be softer around the edges. Catch him at a good time and on good terms, and he's a relaxed man. Perhaps a little dark and broody, but relaxed and quiet. But mostly he could use some happy thoughts.

He's also incredibly blunt. Do you look like shit today? Es'tev will tell you exactly what sort of shit. He doesn't like to sugar-coat things. Actually, it's as if he's incapable of it. Painfully honest, you'll always get the report exactly how it is from him, you just may not like it.

However, all of these attitude and harshness does have a bit of a perk. (Just a bit.) It makes him stubborn in a good way. He's not one to be swayed from his beliefs, or one to break under pressure. If you do manage to get past his grouchiness and onto his picky friends list, his loyalty is unwavering. He hates the world so much that he has no problem becoming selfless when he needs to, too. Es'tev is the ultimate protector.

...But mostly he's just grumpy.


Appearance:
Es'tev, really, is nothing spectacular to look at. At 5'6" tall, he's definitely not anything imposing, especially since he has very little bulk to him. It's the result of shirking off far too much work whenever he can. Compared to his father and brothers, who are all bulky from laborous farmwork, Es'tev is a twig.

This twig also has dull gray eyes. Above them are a jutting brow, with eyebrows not unlike caterpillars. The rest of his face is angular, with a square jaw, pointed nose, and nigh-permanent scowl. There are a few scars here and there, from teenage acne, as well as a puckered scar and badly-healed break across the bridge of his nose, thanks to his simourv. On top of all of this is his hair, a rather nondescript shade of dirty blonde. It is perhaps the most unruly thing on the face of Pohono, refusing to be straight and lay flat, opting for a chaotic, curly mass of wire instead. Its length fluctuates depending on how much Es'tev cares to cut it, but usually it's just a terrible length, somewhere just a bit too long and short enough to have some semblance of good behavior. Es'tev really doesn't give a rat's ass about it.


Family:
Levene - Mother, Forty-eight, Farmer, Itnala
Tegasd - Father, Fifty-three, Farmer, Itnala
Vederia - Older Sister, Twenty-five, Farmer, Itnala
Tav - Older Brother, Twenty-four, Farmer, Itnala
Leseved - Younger Brother, Seventeen, Farmer, Itnala
Pets:
none.





Simourv Name:
Hjolteph (hai-OHL-teff)
Simourv Color:
Red [7f362c]
Simourv Age:
Three (Spring)

Personality:
While Hjolt may not be terribly flashy in colour, he definitely is in personality. He is, first and foremost, a complete and utter show-off and can never resist a chance to show off how great he is, whether its through aerial acrobatics, strutting his stuff, or simply being in the right place at the right time. There's no doubt about it: this red is cocky and shows no signs of stopping. He also shows no signs of letting anyone else seem better than him, and is constantly, aggressively defending his self-proclaimed title. Have some complaints about him? Get ready to say hello his claws. Think you can beat that? Well, Hjolt disagrees.

He's incredibly outgoing, though, despite his holier-than-thou attitude. He loves to talk and play and generally make himself known to others. Of course, it's all completely selfish, and he rarely ever cares about the other simourvs he's interacting with, but at least he's good at hiding it. Manipulative, sometimes he'll make you think he cares, but he really doesn't and never will. The world's all about Hjolteph in his eyes. Well... this does change when he's around the Senior Phoenix and Senior Commander. Around them he's a total wussy suck-up.

The tiniest things can send him into temper tantrum mode, him being a red and all. He prefers the term 'fits of rage,' though, as opposed to tantrums, because it sounds much more manly and he is a very manly thing. Mostly he does a good job at keeping them manly, too - you know, aggressive stance, flexed claws, beastly roaring and generally being a total man - but sometimes he dissolves into total whiny, girly, wimpy hissy fits. He likes to deny those incidents ever happen, to save his reputation of THE MANLIEST, MOST AWESOME RED.

EVER.

Appearance:
Hjolteph definitely makes up for his rider's lack of muscle with all of his own. The red is incredibly bulky, and were it not for his incredibly long tail, he'd probably be best compared to a tank. He has a blocky face, a slightly shorter snout, and overall he's just... well. Huge. 29.5 feet tall and 59 feet long sort of huge.

For the most part, he's a single shade of dusty red. However, a darker shade splashes his shoulders, wings and tail, and a far lighter one tips those wings and tail and creates a collar around his neck. Black markings dot his rump and upper arm feathers. More noticeably, though, are the black marks around his eyes and snout, giving him a rather sinister and skull-like appearance. He's very fond of it.


Parentage:
Wild Gray x Wild Black




History:
Once upon a time, Eseltev was a farmer. He was born a farmer, on a farm, to a family of farmers. And you know what they did? They farmed. They farmed potatoes.

Eseltev grew up as a grouchy reluctant child. His siblings all enjoys the work and all the sun and outdoorsiness of potato farming, but all Eseltev could see was the slow pace, the repetition, and how sore his back got after digging up spuds. Wherever he could, he ditched work, leaving it for the rest of his enthusiastic family. And that was his life, shirking duties and trying to be as useless and unapproachable as possible. He didn't like most people in their tiny farming town not far from Itnala. Most of them were boring, like potatoes.

Unfortunately, for him, he grew up to be one of the better looking teenage boys in his tiny village of less than fifty people. That had all the girls after him, which he absolutely hated. He didn't appreciate the attention. He didn't appreciate who he was getting it from, either. Sure, the girls were... girls. He liked girls. But he didn't like these ones. They all smelled like potatoes or soup. Or potato soup. In fact, the whole town smelled like potatoes and soup, and it was an absolute nightmare.

However, there was one girl he didn't hate. Her name was Amberelia. She was a businessman's daughter, and as such, she was a little above potatoes and soup. She was also absolutely gorgeous and just a year younger than him. Sixteen-year-old Eseltev was head-over-heels in love with her. It took a year of flowers and brief conversation for her to warm up to him, though, but when she did... well. She was very warm with him. The hormonal teenagers that they were, sex was very much in the question. Often. Very often. For once, he had something to devote all his love and attention to, and it was the farthest thing from potatoes he could ever want.

However, eventually it turned out she was cheating on him. And on everyone she was cheating on Eseltev with. Furious and sick of potatoes and soup, he left. He went even further than Itnala, the nearest main town. He went to Chydyn. There, out of boredom, he tagged along with a hunting expedition. He wasn't at all the kindest company in the bunch, but it gave him something to do. Plus, it was hunting. He needed to learn how to do something useful other than grow potatoes.

That was when everything went a little topsy-turvy. They stumbled upon a sickly simourv mother, and apparently decided to stay by all the eggs she was caring for. Eseltev had little say in the matter, but that was fine. While he seemed reluctant to play watchdog, he actually wasn't. It was secretly thrilling to him. When would the eggs hatch?

Early into spring, his question was answered, and the clutch hatched. A particular red came of it, a dustier-coloured one. Everything was rather blurry from that wondrous and adrenaline-filled event, but Eseltev did remember briefly thinking that the red looked kind of dull and boring compared to the others, and then getting tackled.

Hjolteph is NOT boring, Es'tev! How dare you think that!

While he nursed his gushing nosebleed, he contemplated that. Es'tev? That was him. Hjolteph? The red simourv. His red simourv? Yes... His.

Along with the other newly-bonded simourv and riders, Es'tev and Hjolteph stayed in seclusion, slowly training and growing. A year passed like this, and a little later, the moved into eyrie. The koxi attack that followed was rough. All of Es'tev's combat skills had been learned in the short time he'd had Hjolteph. Before that, he had nothing behind him. Potatoes weren't exactly weapons for killing. However, despite their inexperience, the band of riders and their now-fully grown simourv won.

When the riders came out of hiding and into the public eye, Es'tev didn't really care. Hjolt thought is was great, though, because all of these tiny people were gawking at him. He was great! Strong! Awesome! While the red loved the attention, Es'tev took it with a cold emptiness. He didn't bother going back to see his family. Whatever little he had cared for them before was gone. All he had and needed was Hjolt. When the greens started to fly, Hjolt started to chase, and managed to catch one. Later, the two were stationed as the Itnala Watch Captain. It was a little too close to Es'tev's hometown for comfort. Oh well. If anyone he knew found him, so be it. They could find out he was far beyond potatoes now.

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