Birthing Date: 01.01.2713
L'stin is tall, lanky, and dark. He towers over most of the men and
women he meets, but he also looks like he'll get broken in half like
a twig. The muscle is tight around the bone, and if it weren't for the
wrinkles and gray hairs Istan sun and imbeciles give him, he'd likely
look like a teenage boy who's still waiting for his metabolism to stop
rampaging. His leathery skin is beginning to loosen around his joints,
and there are easily seen crow's feet around his eyes. L'stin has dark
brown, almost black hair that's streaked with gray, brown eyes, and
tanned skin. He tends to wear dark colors, as well, thinking that brights
and pastels clash too much. You just won't see him spending undue time
outside in that dark get-up.
L'stin is practical. He is fair. And he is honest. If you're being a
moron, he will call you on it. He's usually tactful, and he does enjoy
any sort of leadership work. Always prepared, he doesn't hesitate to
delegate. And he really, really wishes he got more opportunities to
be a leader.
L'stin has no tolerance for drama, stupidity, or that damned delicate
female role. If women were really that delicate, the queens wouldn't
be the head of the hierarchy. However, he does pick his battles, and
pick them very, very carefully. He is a big fan of "my silence
could just mean you are not worth the argument." Besides, silence
has very interesting effects on people—they either give it up, or
their overactive imaginations go to town and suddenly they’re paranoid
of the terrible things you’re going to do to them when they turn around.
He believes that the Weyrs are not on Pern to squabble and bicker and
whine about prestige. They are there to protect the stupid holders and
make sure that the Threads don't eat up everything that they're supposed
to be subsisting on. L'stin is practical to the end, stubborn, and refuses to go out and try new things if what they've already got is working
fine. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
However, L'stin does have a sense of humor. He adores irony, as long
as it's not happening to him, and he's a firm believer in karma. You
reap what you sow. His one vice are bubbly pies. You can almost see
his eyes widen when they're brought out.
Trait snapshot: practical, fair, stubborn, possibly too honest
Typical weyrbrat history. Didn't have a lot of privacy or possessions,
and didn't really care, since it wasn't like he grew up starving or
naked or anything. Entered Candidacy as soon as the Candidatemaster
said he was ready and Impressed bronze Ireinth three years later at
17. They were good, studious weyrlings, and while not naturally social,
both of them spent more time working and studying than they did socializing.
That continued well past graduation, and it was a matter of course when
the promotions started. Wingsecond at 24. Wingleader at 31. That lasted
for awhile, and then it got stagnant. Ten turns later it wasn’t going
anywhere, and the old leadership at Ista wasn’t showing any signs
of dying off. Furthermore, for some reason, the queens were annoyingly
monogamous. So he bid them all farewell and headed down somewhere smaller.
It’s been about three turns, and he’s more or less patiently waiting
for someone to recognize his value.