Post by gaylen on Nov 6, 2007 9:00:36 GMT -5
Character Name: Gaylen
Age: somewhat over 50 turns
Gender: female
Preference: hetero but adaptable
Previous Position: masterhealer at Artemis Moonlight Weyr
Current Position: addled and lost :-)
Appearance: 5'6", medium build, average appearance, silvery grey streaks in long, brown hair, brilliant green eyes, face aging and lined
Personality: Gaylen was a masterhealer, shy with people for the most part but dedicated to her duties. She has seizures, however, that have grown in frequency and intensity, and recent circumstances has caused the injury to her brain to grow worse. Thus, one can expect anything from her personality.
History: Gaylen's early history is largely unknown. Only her dragon holds clear glimpses of it, gained from his rider's dreams, the memories of which he suppresses in her mind. According to her dreams, she was at one point a gold rider in the distant past. A horrible accident while fighting thread mortally wounded her dragon, whose last act was to try to protect her rider, and she shot through time to a land in the far north, and the far future, to die on the snow near Desolate Weyr. Gaylen wandered for a long time alone, with no memory, until her meanderings brought her to the Weyr during a Hatching ... where she was Impressed by a little blue dragon. The dragonet was weak and sickly, forcing his rider back into her senses to care for him, but he grew to be a strapping, strong blue. After the plague took most of her family, and most of the other riders of Desolate, Gaylen left the far north to wander again, winding up at Artemis, where she became their head healer and resided for a long , happy time. She bonded with greenrider C'lyn, a talented healer himself, when her Alabanth flew his Greylith. Then the pass ended, and the Weyr fell into desolation. Gaylen's seizures, as she aged, began to increase in intensity and frequency, and the act of going between on her dragon would sometimes trigger them. It was a very serious event like this that eventually would bring her to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: unknown
Pets: Memory, a gold firelizard
Dragon Colour: blue, greying muzzle, and silver-gray shading from age
Dragon Personality: an exceptional dragon, who is often the dominant partner of the pair. As his rider has gradually lost her mental capacity, Alabanth has gained intelligence and reasoning abilities to compensate and keep her safe. He now often makes the decisions for the pair, in order to protect his rider ... sometimes protecting her from herself.
Dragon's Name: Alabanth
Relation to Existing Character: ex-weyrmate of newly arrived greenrider C'lyn
Special Requests Application reason: because I have some interesting ideas for causing trouble. ::grins:: Plus I love this character and her dragon and hate to let them go. They're part of me.
RP History: 18 years. No, that wasn't a typo. Gaylen and Alabanth were my first RP characters almost two decades ago, and I've played them on and off since.
Familiarity with Pern: Read the books many time (except for the most recent ones co-written with Todd ... I've only read the first of those.)
How you found out about our site: Been here since it started as other characters.
*** This character has been preapproved by Kitty.
SAMPLE/INTRO POST
The old grey-muzzled blue lay with chin on forelegs, where he could see both outside the weyr and in, watching his rider sleep. Every so often he'd turn his head to the skies, scanning them for the small flash of gold that would mark the return of the third companion. Skies, empty skies, with nothing but a small spark of red that marked the returning Red Star on the horizon.
Empty skies. Where were they, when were they?
The rider moaned and rolled to her side, her long gray-streaked hair falling around her face. It had been burnished brown, with streaks of red and gold, at one time, and the lines on her face had been few. She would wake, he could feel her mind rousing. Would she bring it with her when she awakened today? Or would she leave it behind in the dreamtime?
The eyes opened, still as brilliantly green as ever, and Alabanth looked for signs of clarity in them.
“Zyth?” The voice was cracked, gravelly, the gaze unfocused.
Alabanth, the dragon said. I am Alabanth, and you are Mine. You are my rider, and we are together. Would it be enough? Would she fully awaken this time?
The rider rose on one elbow, staring at the dragon with some confusion. The bond was there, the mental link, but there was something wrong. Where was the gold, where was Zyth? No, no, nothing wrong, this was Alabanth and she was Gaylen. Alabanth and Gaylen of ... of ... “Desolate Weyr?” she said aloud, the frown on her face deepening the lines and shadows.
She looked around her. Where were the dragons? Where were the riders? This was her weyr ... she knew it, at Des ... “No, this is not Desolate.”
This is Artemis Moonlight Weyr, the old blue said, nudging her shoulder gently. Desolate Weyr was long, long ago.
“Where are the dragons?”
They are gone. All are gone. You had a brainspell again, as we went between. It was very serious, it disoriented us both, we were thrown through time. In this time, the dragons are gone.
Yes, yes. Alabanth had explained this before. Gaylen began to remember, clarity returning as her mind fully awoke. Thrown through time, but they had no idea when. And there were no dragons, they had been searching for dragons for ... she looked at the Red Star, which grew dimmer as Rukbat rose higher above the horizon.
“Turns,” she said softly. “We've been here, alone, for turns.”
The dragon dipped his muzzle to the floor beside her, and allowed her to wrap his arms around him, feeling the tears on her face soak into his hide.
Forward or backward? It must be forward, for even at the worst time in Pern's history, there had been at least some dragons. But now there were none. How long had elapsed in real time? How many Intervals had passed? She recalled sending Memory in jumps ... using the Red Star to guide her. They were sending her in search of dragons. The first few times, not knowing if the star would even follow a pattern similar to what it had in the past, she feared that the little gold flitt would jump to her death, but she had returned. She had always....
Gaylen looked around, fear beginning to grip her.
She has been gone all night, Alabanth said softly. I cannot find her, she is not in our time.
Gaylen's nose began to run, and she wiped it on her tunic sleeve. “If I've killed that sweet, silly thing....”
But before she could finish, there was a spark of gold in the air inside the weyr, and the sound of excited flitter-chatter filled the cavern. Images, confused and frantic, blasted through Gaylen's mind. An island off the coast, tropical in appearance, so it must be Southern, and dragons flying around the cone of an ancient volcano.
She has found them, she has found dragons! Alabanth rose, stretching his wings and reaching for the harness that hung on the dusty pens of the long-empty weyr. We shall have a home!
Gaylen stood, trembling, and looked around her. She had, long ago ... how long ago? ... shared this weyr with C'lyn. Greylith had snuggled on the dragonbed with her blue for turns. She wondered, sadly, what had become of them, when they had died, and ... selfishly ... how much they'd missed her. She was certain that C'lyn would have thought her dead, for her seizures had been growing in intensity for some time. It would be only logical to think she'd gone between forever that day.
As she stood there thinking of the past, it was suddenly all around her. Oh, there was C'lyn, she could hear his voice singing in the outer room. Greylith must still be sleeping, She wandered away from Alabanth, toward the necessary.
“We've dragons to tend, and riders to check on, 'Banth,” she said, her voice and gaze hazy. As soon as I relieve myself and dress, we'll go down to the infirmary.”
The old blue dragon tried to reach out to her, but she wandered away from him.
Gaylen, we must go now. Memory waits to take us to the dragons. His eyes swirled yellow with worry. So often she faded like this, so often she would lose her grasp on reality. He tilted his head, trying to see around the doorway, listening to the sounds of his rider tending her morning needs. He sighed deeply. The trip between times had taken a hard toll on her already damaged brain, and age through the turns since had complicated that damage.
Gaylen's first brain injury had happened long ago, before the bond with Alabanth had begun. She remembered none of her true past, in waking, but it haunted her in dreams. Dreams of a small gold dragon, a tangle of thread, a burst gut, and another frantic trip through time. Dragon death that damaged the rider's mind beyond recovery, until one day she wandered, alone, into a Weyr during a Hatching. The tiny blue that claimed her that day, who had grown into a strong and exceptional fighting dragon, had healed her. And to this day, he protected her mind, suppressing memory of the dreams, tending to her in ways that no one would think a dragon capable of. But this last accident ... even Alabanth could not heal everything.
The rider wandered back out, a foggy smile on her face. “I'm hungry, 'Banth, think I'll head for the dining caverns.”
Yes, I'll take you, the dragon said, and nudged his riding straps toward her. He helped her to place them around him, and was thankful that the act was automatic after so many turns. He pulled her riding gear, tattered and worn thin, the seams separating in places, off the peg in his sleeping quarters and placed them in her hands. When she was decked and secure, she mounted. The little gold flitter hovered around them, cheeping in concern.
Gaylen looked around her, as if waking from a sleep. “Wha... where are we going, 'Banth?”
He rose from the ledge of the weyr, hovering over the bowl of the long-dead shell of Artemis, and reached for the little firelizard's thoughts.
We go to find dragons.
And the lonely trio blinked Between.
Age: somewhat over 50 turns
Gender: female
Preference: hetero but adaptable
Previous Position: masterhealer at Artemis Moonlight Weyr
Current Position: addled and lost :-)
Appearance: 5'6", medium build, average appearance, silvery grey streaks in long, brown hair, brilliant green eyes, face aging and lined
Personality: Gaylen was a masterhealer, shy with people for the most part but dedicated to her duties. She has seizures, however, that have grown in frequency and intensity, and recent circumstances has caused the injury to her brain to grow worse. Thus, one can expect anything from her personality.
History: Gaylen's early history is largely unknown. Only her dragon holds clear glimpses of it, gained from his rider's dreams, the memories of which he suppresses in her mind. According to her dreams, she was at one point a gold rider in the distant past. A horrible accident while fighting thread mortally wounded her dragon, whose last act was to try to protect her rider, and she shot through time to a land in the far north, and the far future, to die on the snow near Desolate Weyr. Gaylen wandered for a long time alone, with no memory, until her meanderings brought her to the Weyr during a Hatching ... where she was Impressed by a little blue dragon. The dragonet was weak and sickly, forcing his rider back into her senses to care for him, but he grew to be a strapping, strong blue. After the plague took most of her family, and most of the other riders of Desolate, Gaylen left the far north to wander again, winding up at Artemis, where she became their head healer and resided for a long , happy time. She bonded with greenrider C'lyn, a talented healer himself, when her Alabanth flew his Greylith. Then the pass ended, and the Weyr fell into desolation. Gaylen's seizures, as she aged, began to increase in intensity and frequency, and the act of going between on her dragon would sometimes trigger them. It was a very serious event like this that eventually would bring her to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: unknown
Pets: Memory, a gold firelizard
Dragon Colour: blue, greying muzzle, and silver-gray shading from age
Dragon Personality: an exceptional dragon, who is often the dominant partner of the pair. As his rider has gradually lost her mental capacity, Alabanth has gained intelligence and reasoning abilities to compensate and keep her safe. He now often makes the decisions for the pair, in order to protect his rider ... sometimes protecting her from herself.
Dragon's Name: Alabanth
Relation to Existing Character: ex-weyrmate of newly arrived greenrider C'lyn
Special Requests Application reason: because I have some interesting ideas for causing trouble. ::grins:: Plus I love this character and her dragon and hate to let them go. They're part of me.
RP History: 18 years. No, that wasn't a typo. Gaylen and Alabanth were my first RP characters almost two decades ago, and I've played them on and off since.
Familiarity with Pern: Read the books many time (except for the most recent ones co-written with Todd ... I've only read the first of those.)
How you found out about our site: Been here since it started as other characters.
*** This character has been preapproved by Kitty.
SAMPLE/INTRO POST
The old grey-muzzled blue lay with chin on forelegs, where he could see both outside the weyr and in, watching his rider sleep. Every so often he'd turn his head to the skies, scanning them for the small flash of gold that would mark the return of the third companion. Skies, empty skies, with nothing but a small spark of red that marked the returning Red Star on the horizon.
Empty skies. Where were they, when were they?
The rider moaned and rolled to her side, her long gray-streaked hair falling around her face. It had been burnished brown, with streaks of red and gold, at one time, and the lines on her face had been few. She would wake, he could feel her mind rousing. Would she bring it with her when she awakened today? Or would she leave it behind in the dreamtime?
The eyes opened, still as brilliantly green as ever, and Alabanth looked for signs of clarity in them.
“Zyth?” The voice was cracked, gravelly, the gaze unfocused.
Alabanth, the dragon said. I am Alabanth, and you are Mine. You are my rider, and we are together. Would it be enough? Would she fully awaken this time?
The rider rose on one elbow, staring at the dragon with some confusion. The bond was there, the mental link, but there was something wrong. Where was the gold, where was Zyth? No, no, nothing wrong, this was Alabanth and she was Gaylen. Alabanth and Gaylen of ... of ... “Desolate Weyr?” she said aloud, the frown on her face deepening the lines and shadows.
She looked around her. Where were the dragons? Where were the riders? This was her weyr ... she knew it, at Des ... “No, this is not Desolate.”
This is Artemis Moonlight Weyr, the old blue said, nudging her shoulder gently. Desolate Weyr was long, long ago.
“Where are the dragons?”
They are gone. All are gone. You had a brainspell again, as we went between. It was very serious, it disoriented us both, we were thrown through time. In this time, the dragons are gone.
Yes, yes. Alabanth had explained this before. Gaylen began to remember, clarity returning as her mind fully awoke. Thrown through time, but they had no idea when. And there were no dragons, they had been searching for dragons for ... she looked at the Red Star, which grew dimmer as Rukbat rose higher above the horizon.
“Turns,” she said softly. “We've been here, alone, for turns.”
The dragon dipped his muzzle to the floor beside her, and allowed her to wrap his arms around him, feeling the tears on her face soak into his hide.
Forward or backward? It must be forward, for even at the worst time in Pern's history, there had been at least some dragons. But now there were none. How long had elapsed in real time? How many Intervals had passed? She recalled sending Memory in jumps ... using the Red Star to guide her. They were sending her in search of dragons. The first few times, not knowing if the star would even follow a pattern similar to what it had in the past, she feared that the little gold flitt would jump to her death, but she had returned. She had always....
Gaylen looked around, fear beginning to grip her.
She has been gone all night, Alabanth said softly. I cannot find her, she is not in our time.
Gaylen's nose began to run, and she wiped it on her tunic sleeve. “If I've killed that sweet, silly thing....”
But before she could finish, there was a spark of gold in the air inside the weyr, and the sound of excited flitter-chatter filled the cavern. Images, confused and frantic, blasted through Gaylen's mind. An island off the coast, tropical in appearance, so it must be Southern, and dragons flying around the cone of an ancient volcano.
She has found them, she has found dragons! Alabanth rose, stretching his wings and reaching for the harness that hung on the dusty pens of the long-empty weyr. We shall have a home!
Gaylen stood, trembling, and looked around her. She had, long ago ... how long ago? ... shared this weyr with C'lyn. Greylith had snuggled on the dragonbed with her blue for turns. She wondered, sadly, what had become of them, when they had died, and ... selfishly ... how much they'd missed her. She was certain that C'lyn would have thought her dead, for her seizures had been growing in intensity for some time. It would be only logical to think she'd gone between forever that day.
As she stood there thinking of the past, it was suddenly all around her. Oh, there was C'lyn, she could hear his voice singing in the outer room. Greylith must still be sleeping, She wandered away from Alabanth, toward the necessary.
“We've dragons to tend, and riders to check on, 'Banth,” she said, her voice and gaze hazy. As soon as I relieve myself and dress, we'll go down to the infirmary.”
The old blue dragon tried to reach out to her, but she wandered away from him.
Gaylen, we must go now. Memory waits to take us to the dragons. His eyes swirled yellow with worry. So often she faded like this, so often she would lose her grasp on reality. He tilted his head, trying to see around the doorway, listening to the sounds of his rider tending her morning needs. He sighed deeply. The trip between times had taken a hard toll on her already damaged brain, and age through the turns since had complicated that damage.
Gaylen's first brain injury had happened long ago, before the bond with Alabanth had begun. She remembered none of her true past, in waking, but it haunted her in dreams. Dreams of a small gold dragon, a tangle of thread, a burst gut, and another frantic trip through time. Dragon death that damaged the rider's mind beyond recovery, until one day she wandered, alone, into a Weyr during a Hatching. The tiny blue that claimed her that day, who had grown into a strong and exceptional fighting dragon, had healed her. And to this day, he protected her mind, suppressing memory of the dreams, tending to her in ways that no one would think a dragon capable of. But this last accident ... even Alabanth could not heal everything.
The rider wandered back out, a foggy smile on her face. “I'm hungry, 'Banth, think I'll head for the dining caverns.”
Yes, I'll take you, the dragon said, and nudged his riding straps toward her. He helped her to place them around him, and was thankful that the act was automatic after so many turns. He pulled her riding gear, tattered and worn thin, the seams separating in places, off the peg in his sleeping quarters and placed them in her hands. When she was decked and secure, she mounted. The little gold flitter hovered around them, cheeping in concern.
Gaylen looked around her, as if waking from a sleep. “Wha... where are we going, 'Banth?”
He rose from the ledge of the weyr, hovering over the bowl of the long-dead shell of Artemis, and reached for the little firelizard's thoughts.
We go to find dragons.
And the lonely trio blinked Between.
