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Post by Shikai on Aug 15, 2008 21:00:09 GMT -5
Name:
Crown
Age:
15
Gender:
Female
Preference:
Either Or, she's not really into any of them.
Previous Position:
Holdbrat, Drudge
Current Position:
Jr. Weyrling
Appearance:
Crown was born and bred, like her brother's for... Show. She was meant to be perfect, beautiful, following the rules of her grandmother. She carefully plotted out so that her son and daughter, grandson/daughter, whatever was next, would be perfect.
Five feet and three inches, she is tall for her age, and for her gender. Long slim hands, lithe graceful long fingers, and puppy large feet, she has inherited her own way of walking, silently, feline, moving to a beat that she alone can hear. She seems to walk gracefully, but although she is about to pounce. Besides that, the slim girl is very skinny. Slim, and anything on her bones is muscle. She grew up running and racing and active, and it shows in her body. At a mere 110 pounds, the idle weight for a girl her age being at least 135, she is still nothing to be played with.
Slim faced, she is all angles, looking remarably like a certain male we have met before. High, sharp cheekbones, clear glittering eyes, a tiny nose that is carefully placed in the center of her face. She, unlike this male, has not perfected any such art, and looks hard, dangerous, as though to touch her would be trying to pet a wild feline, looking soft and cuddly, but nothing but the opposite.
His hair is a dark blond, strawberry mixed it, so a red-white, going to about her earlobe, cut pageboy short by herself. Easy to manage, it's soft and kept decently clean. Cut short enough that she doesn't have to bother with it, she has the same habit as her brother, running her hand through it when busy or dealing with something. The rest of her body hair is the same color, pale white, although it lacks the strawberry red tinge she has.
She pierced her own ear as a reminder that she is not just a drudge, and through it she normally wears a simple gold hoop. A treasure she keeps is a tiny amber teardrop, her mother's, and while she doesn't wear it, she has it on her person constantly.
Her clothing style is ridiclous. As a drudge, she doesn't wear anything really clean, but what she does wear is about five sizes to big, and comfortable, always men's clothing. Breeches are belted tightly so not to fall down, tunics are huge and comfortable. It hides a fit and lean body, but she doesn't really care. Crown doesn't try to look good, nor does she try to be a person who matches, is presentable. She's a drudge now, and she has no real care to look good, just as long as it's comfortable and can take milage..
Crown, although you may not see it, is all muscle. Not a body-builder’s muscle, but… Picture a cheetah, for a moment. Feline, slim, rangy, maybe slightly tussled, when the big cat moves you can see it rippling, sleek lithe muscle. That’s her. Not a part on her is considered fat, and at times he may be to skinny, as stated before.
Her eyes match her siblings, blue that dance along the scale, a light crystal blue to an almost midnight blue-black that depends on mood. Two bright emblems that blaze from her defient face, they hold fire and pride, even for her station.
Personality:
When you first meet her, she seem's angry. Slightly c o c k y, hard, she is one who doesn't care about what other's think, and such, is not a social person. She always retains a certain amount of aloofness, not really being a people person. She isn't polite, unless she has to be, and she doesn't really give a care about anyone, not even herself, which amounts to the copulous scars scattered throughout her body.
She's blunt, doens't think before speaking, and she tells the truth, never making up things spitefully. She doesn’t mince words. She doesn’t like clingy people, and he tries hard not to cling himself, being very Ms. Independent.
Girls… Scare her, and guys are nothing but playmates, toys. She really hasn't experienced that first love thing, and doesn't crush on guys, unatracted because she's trained herself to be. She is one of the guys, and so she really is more like one of them, the other drudge boys believing her to be just another guy. She is the leader, always ditching duties, always planning one hairbrained schem after another.
When you delve into her a little bit more and she becomes relaxed around you, which doesn’t happen often, she is very flexible, and she lets you take more control. Always the leader, she's never a follower, the one to challenge anyone higher than her. She always contains a bit of to herself though, having as much fun exploring by herself or with her 'minions.' She is very fair about her little gang, keeping peace and making sure that everything is done one way. She, while following the fair track, makes sure to let other's get credit when credit is due, both the good and bad kind. A spitfire, she get's made easily, and brawls constantly, proud to be herself.
She doesn't forget. A slight, an insult, she never ever forget's, and never forgives. With a cruel streack, she has a strick polociy of one chance and done. Trust is a huge thing with her, and not easily given. However, once it’s there, it doesn’t go away. If you ruin her trust, consider yourself an enemy forever more. She won’t let you in again, and suddenly you’re no better than a speck of dirt.
She has a quick and active mind, constantly thinking of adventures, and lies. She takes pain very well, because she hates showing that she might be weaker than anyone else, and that she could be lower than another. She thinks of everyone as her inferior, although she doesn't show that. Being male or female, both are useless unless you have a specific purpous pointed out to her.
However, she is willing to help anyone, be it a trivial matter or something much larger, because deep down underneath, she really cares a lot about everyone, and everything. She hates death, and pain to another. She's the protector of the smaller, the weaker, because she herself is smaller than alot of people. She’s always attentive, although she might not seem it, paying attention to everything and everyone, able to pick out small details, and sometimes not seeing the bigger picture. Like her brother, when she has a goal, she works excessively and tirelessly towards it, usually burning herself out, causing extreme exhaustion without even realizing it.
She understands people and emotions well, enjoying watching and learning, and she finds it easy to sympathize with others. She has an imensly hard time giving-up, following one thing for days at a time. She loves stirring up drama, especially when bored, and nothing is private to her.
She’s observant, always alert, fascinated by everything, and enjoys just watching people. People never cease to amaze her, and even if they aren’t the best person in the world, maybe they have something else under it all, like her?
She feels very uncomfortable when others worry about her, used to worrying about other's, the boss. When someone takes an interest in her, she tries to distance himself from then, wary of anybody getting to close to her. She doesn’t get embarrassed often, showing off that she doesn't care about people's opinions, although it may hurt her inside. She loves to explore, and cares for others. She hates tears and being weak, hates being vunerable to.
She has a high empathy, and she understands how a person's mind works. She can see situations from different perspectives, and she enjoys manipulating people to get something she wants. Here's something you may not know. Because their family line is so twisted, she knows each of her brother's have something wrong with them. Hauze, an insomniac, and insane. Kanamar is a ladies man(yes she considers there to be something wrong with that) and a hyphymerdimac, can't spell the word but means he constantly thinks he's sick, and Deverel is deathly afraid of Healer's, probably because of his brother always dragging him to see them. Now Crown is terrified, I mean terrified of storms, and has a serious seperation anxeity problem, just from people in general. Also, she has ridiclously low blood pressure, so she get's mad for the slightest reasons, especially waking up.
History:
Grandmother: Geneva
Father: Holder of a Minor Hold, named Tallan
Mother: Wife of the Holder, named Hannah
Siblings: An older brother, Hauze. Two older brothers, twins, Kanamar and Deverel.
Born Claudia, she never knew any of her family personally. Of course, Kan and Dev, her names for the two brother's she knew, told her the whole story when she was old enough, and it was from them she learned much of her heritage.
Fleeing from her hold when she was barely seven years old, she can not remember much of it. They escaped to the major hold that their own was beholden to, with an elaborate letter that Hauze had written in their father's hand. The man accepted them in, and they lived as holdbrats for a time, taken care of by the motherly drudge.
Her brother's would tell her stories of the family, and of Hauze, who she knew only by sight, constantly ensnared by her grandmother, and of her mother. They were the only two she grew to love, for the twins purpously turned her against the rest of the line. They told her also that Hauze would one day find them and take them to live someplace happily, a family. Her brother's never lost faith: she did.
The twins were sent to apprentice as Harper's, and she was left with the drudge, who was getting on in years. However, the Holder died, and was replaced by his son, a boy her own age, roughly 13. The two had never been friends, as she ruled the children when they were playmates. So he got her framed for stealing something from his own chamber, and removed her to drudge, sending her to the new Weyr, his Regent never liking the girl either, who scorned him openly, a foolish vain man.
So she was sent to the new Weyr, a drudge. But she vowed revenge one day, and didn't tell her brother's, only explaining that she had been transferred, and continued cheery letters to the two while they trained. She took her punishment justly, but grew harsher and more proud, promising she would someday find a way to become better than anyone else. She cut her hair the day before she left, and changed her name to Crown on her papers. She arrived in the records as Crown, and Crown she would stay.
She carries a secret wish to be a dragonrider, to draw attention to herself, to be the first female Bronzerider, huge and c o c k y and proud.
Position in Family:
Youngest child of 4, she never was close to her older brother.
Pet:
None
Alignment:
Rebel
Dragon's Name: Ezelth
Dragon's Appearance: Broad, metallic wings will unfold to reveal the creamy gold of Ezelth's hide, its appearance far softer than the burnished colours of most queens. Amber is brushed upon the creamy gold all along her form, dusting her with a richer gold that is especially concentrated on her snout, bringing to mind the image of a lady who has 'powdered her nose'. There is nothing soft about the way she holds herself, however, for pride seems to radiate forth from her carefully groomed form. She is of a surprisingly delicate build for a queen, suggesting that she may not grow to the be the largest in the Weyr, but she will still easily surpass the largest of bronzes. Rather than losing in height, Ezelth is merely more slender than most, though she does not lack strength as a result. She is lithe in form, nearly resembling a serpent of the seas, providing her with great agility in the air. Her long legs and neck match this overall appearance, though her wings are broad rather than long.
Dragon's Personality: Her rider will be extremely happy to discover that Ezelth differs from her mother as greatly in personality as she does in appearance. Although she is still a proud creature, Ezelth is not over-indulgent nor airheaded. She actually has a surprisingly quick wit and is not afraid to use that wit to deflate the boasts of others or in a coy retort. It takes a lot to gain Ezelth's favour, for she is quick to judge and assume the motivations of other dragons and riders. She is very stubborn and may, at times, give her rider a hard time in that regard, for her opinions may differ greatly from those of her rider. She is also extremely independent, not desiring the flowery attentions of males. Ezelth would quite happily live her life alone if she never met a decent, intelligent member of the opposite sex. Those who do manage to impress Ezelth or at least prove themselves true in nature will win a committed friend or lover, for, despite her sometimes abrasive words and air, this queen is one who thinks highly, though secretly, of love.
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