Le petit groupe commençait à se disperser, et Axon faisait de son mieux pour sauver la face. "Je ne fais ça que pour moi-même, je me fiche de ce que vous pensez de moi, même si je pleurais littéralement il y a quelques secondes, bla bla bla." Quincy a pensé ridiculement, se moquer à nouveau. "Chérie! Et je pensais que j'étais égoïste et arrogant! » Et qu'est-ce qu'il faisait avec la drôle de coupe de cheveux? "Qu'est-ce qui est si drôle à propos d'une coupure de buzz?" Il réfléchit de façon défensive, lissant les petits cheveux qu'il avait.
"Quel que soit le mec. Nous allons sauver Caerel." Il s'est approché d'Axon. "Pas de sentiments difficiles à propos du truc des noix." Il a menti, en plaçant un trusting(?) main sur l'épaule de l'homme sauvage. "Mais, si on doit travailler ensemble, on doit être sur un pied d'égalité, d'accord? Sinon, comment allons-nous être une équipe qui fonctionne? Vous comprenez, n'est-ce pas? Il avait la moitié de l'esprit pour éteindre ses propres représailles juste là, et puis, mais, décidé contre elle. Ça pourrait attendre une autre fois. Il lui a donné un dernier regard persistant avant de partir vers le camp, Alejandra en remorquage.
De retour au feu, on aurait dit que tout le monde descendait pour la nuit. Quincy a vérifié ses vêtements, toujours couchés sur les cylindres crépitants. "Toujours humide." Il a décidé de les laisser là jusqu'au matin. Lethargy reprenait Allie une fois de plus, et elle commença à s'enrouler derrière son cavalier. "C'est une bonne idée." Il a mentionné qu'il grimpait dans la bobine et s'inclinait comme s'il descendait une rivière paresseuse. Elle retourna se reposer le museau sur ses genoux, et Quincy regarda dans le feu de camp, espérant que la danse rythmique de la flamme le laisserait s'endormir.
Quincy James “Jamie” Odell
Rider of Alejandra
APPEARANCE— Quincy’s about 5’11”. Thin, toned, athletic frame. Long, muscular arms. Black hair buzzed down, piercing light brown eyes. Fairly tan skinned, marked from head to toe in both fresh and fading scarring.
Clothing is a contradicting subject for Quincy. Spending most of his time in the warm waters of the coast, he usually won't be seen wearing much (if anything at all). If he absolutely has to wear clothes, it’ll most likely be something light and easy to take off. Sleeveless shirts are his favorite. Roomy trousers. A pair of boots that he can slip in and out of with minimal effort. He carries a sandy brown sack across his back, full of assorted clothing articles and other belongings (including a series of spears strapped alongside it.)
AGE— 22
Bonded for 9 years
GENDER— Male
HISTORY— Quincy spent a lot of his time growing up along the east side of Caerel, specifically inhabiting Tyndall Point and Fathom Bay. If you haven’t guessed by now, his mother and father were pretty close followers of the Sea Drakes. They weren’t riders, per se, but the two were close confidants of both Dragon and Rider alike. Instead, the two were researchers, studying the habits, schedules, appetites, and mating rituals of the particular breed.
The two slowed on their findings once Quincy came into the picture, but it didn’t stop the two from introducing their son into the world of the Sea Drakes. Unfortunately, they didn’t initially pique his interest the way his parents would’ve wanted. He thought they were handed the bad end of the evolutionary stick. “Can’t fly? Can’t breathe fire? What’s the point? They’re nothing more than glorified water snakes!” Despite his unsavory opinions, he’d only seen them from afar up to that point, and never really had any intentions on meeting them up close.
That is, until one particularly stormy night. Rider friends of the parents informed the two that a Drake was expecting an arrival soon. His parents thought it kind of cute that a Drake was planned to deliver a clutch on the same night as their son’s birthday, so they took him down to the beach to see the beautiful process in person. Naturally, Quincy didn’t understand what was so “beautiful” about a massive beast plopping out slimy eggs, but he reluctantly went along anyway. Two hours of watching a Dragon go through labor (in the rain, no less) was about as exciting for the boy as you’d expect. Didn’t help that the storm only got worse as the hours progressed. “Welp, thanks for nothing, mom and dad. Twas a mighty eventful thirteenth birthday.” As bratty as he could be, Quincy began storming off the beach. He didn’t get very far, however, as the storm reached a fever pitch. Winds blew him back, and a fierce stroke of lightning cut down heavy flora, pinning him underneath.
Before his parents could rush to help, Momma Sea Drake (having welcomed her eight, already hatching eggs into the world) had acted first, doing much to remove the heavy plant Quincy was stuck under. As soon as it was clear, one of the newly hatched Sea Drakes came to their mother’s side, curious and inquisitive. The lone female born out of a series of males.
That was years ago. Now, Quincy and Alejandra are just about inseparable. That plucky little Sea Drake took a liking to her now master, and his opinion of the Drakes have lightened up since then.
PERSONALITY— Brash and impulsive would be a few of the words used to sum up the boy’s usual demeanor. Has a tendency to talk light of a situation, to understate the dire circumstances of, well, just about anything. His mouth has definitely gotten him in trouble on several occasions. So, what’s the deal with this guy? Is it all some sort of defense mechanism? Or is he just a naive asshole? Who knows, might be the former, might be the latter. Either way, don’t let his foolhardy ways deter you. He has a strong sense of duty as well as a massive respect for his elders and superiors.
TALENTS/SKILLS—

Swimmer: Living along the beach and raising a Sea Drake has made swimming second nature for Quincy. He can hold his breath longer than most, and his vision has honed to perceive many things while submerged. The colder temperatures of some waters don't even phase him.
Athleticism: Kinda comes with being a skilled swimmer and Dragon rider, doesn’t it? Possesses impressive amounts of speed, stamina, strength, and dexterity. Owns a tightly coiled frame with a massive wingspan.
Staff Proficient: Quincy has an affinity for most weapons in the staff category, preferably ones that are thrown, like javelins and spears. Has thought of owning a trident, to really tie the whole “ruler of the sea” look together.

FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—

Fear of Heights: Ironic, given his initial preference of winged dragons. The phobia is to the point that it immobilizes him completely, and disorients and nauseates him.
Puckered Arsehole: See PERSONALITY. May or may not have a tendency to get into scuffles due to some of the stupid things he'd say.

EXTRAS—

Carries three light spears, all about 5 and three quarters feet in length, and tipped with sharpened Black Knight teeth. Uses them to fight, fish, and cook.
Has a sleeve tattoo from the top of his right shoulder, down to the elbow. A simple Drake-scale pattern with the slightest gradient of blue-green color to it, much like Alejandra’s.


NAME— Alejandra “Allie”
GENDER— Female
BREED— Sea Drake
APPEARANCE— About 9 and a half feet in length, and still growing. Scales are a delightful shade of sea blue/green that easily conceals her in some waters.
PERSONALITY—

Curious of the world around her, even to this day.
Playful with her Master. Enjoys swimming games with Quincy.
Protective, almost motherly so. Quincy calls it annoying, especially if she tends to him around others. He secretly loves it though.