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Post by Shikai on Jan 26, 2009 17:47:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Aido
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Preference: Women
Previous Position: Holdbrat
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Aido is very small for his age, and many people find him adorable. However, he wants to shed this and someday become “handsome” and “strong” rather than “little” and “cute.” He is fairly pale, and has a very light dusting of freckles on his arms and legs.
He wears bizarre outfits a lot, but each and every one looks good on him. He also has a habit of wearing riding hats and goggles on his head regularly, but everyone knows that both cap and goggles belonged to his mother, and do not question it. Some of the holdgirls also dressed him up in a girl’s tunic and bonnet one day, and the older boys questioned his dignity and were publicly embarrassed for him. However, everyone has to admit he looks very good in them.
Aido has a curly mass of blonde hair that sticks out of his cap (or bonnet) and frames the heart-shaped face that he shares with his sister. His eyes are bright blue, set above a small nose and a large mouth. His large mouth is usually in a very wide smile, and makes everyone laugh all the time.
Personality: Aido is very nearly a polar opposite of his sister. He is playful and happy, and people sometimes wonder just how he could be related to Momo. He is very much like other boys his age, an occasional prankster but means well.
He loves to play games with other people, and has a gift to make people laugh. He may not be a genius, but he knows enough to save himself from being called stupid. He is also fiercely loyal to those he loves, particularly Momo. His goal is to have Momo be loved by everyone, but this doesn’t seem to be working.
He is outgoing, happy, protective, and kind, and this attracts people of all sorts into his friendship and enjoy it.
History: Aido was born mid-fall, the first and only child of a woman named Doria. The young bride was only 17, but was very excited to have a child of her own. Unfortunately, the father, Ailan, was not very faithful, but Doria was optimistic with thoughts about the baby, making up for the father's lack of interest in it.
She was a marvelous mother, and Aido grew up loved from the very beginning. He was a sweet, bright-eyed child and Doria’s pride and joy. Four years after giving birth to Aido, Doria was shocked to discover Ailan had come home one day, dragging along a young, angry girl who was Aido’s half-sister Momo. Momo had been wandering the streets after being kicked out due to bad behavior, and she had, upon learning her origins, pleaded with her father to let her live with him. Annoyed, but pitiful, Ailan had brought the girl back home, hoping it wouldn't be as bad, since Momo was born before he had married Doria.
Doria took Momo in out of pity, satisfied with two children now. Aido became close to both his sister and his mother, and was thrilled when his mother announced that she was pregnant again. This time, Aido got to help with the preparations for a new baby, and even got Momo excited. He was positive life was perfect.
Then the unthinkable happened. Labor began, and mother and baby died. Aido and Momo were devastated, and he clung to Momo as Ailan, who had married another woman promptly after, kicked them out (the new woman did not like these strange children), they moved from foster home to foster home. No one wanted to keep Momo for long, but he didn’t want to lose his last close family member, but this life kept the pair on the move all the time.
Eventually, Momo decided that Aido at least should have a stable home. After seeking out a good home, she had Aido live with a kind woman in the Hold while she would continue moving around in search for a place to live in a new Hold.
Though Aido was lonely, his sister leaving meant people were no longer afraid to be near him. He was able to make friends his own age, and he was able to reluctantly live a good life. But when the dragons reappeared in the sky, he knew without hesistation that he needed to do this, and is determined that with the dragon he hopes to Impress, he will find Momo and bring her to join him, reunited at last.
Position in Family: Youngest of two
Dragon's Name: Pellaeth
Dragon’s Appearance: Pellaeth is a dark, shining bronze with flecks of gold all throughout his hide. His forelimbs are a shade of bronze that appears orangey-red, and his wing membranes are also this colour. He is smaller than most bronzes, with short legs and a narrow head. Despite this reduced size, he is quite well-muscled and could easily hold out in a long Flight with larger bronzes.
Dragon’s Personality: Although most dragons are not gossips and accomplished conversationalists, Pellaeth feels even less comfortable than most in his interactions with others. He is quite shy when meeting new dragons and people, and he requires the assurance of his rider before he is able to reach out and form bonds with others. Keeping to himself a lot, Pellaeth is a dreamer. He is likely to fall in love easily, and he views nobility as an ideal to strive towards. He is also very forgiving of others, for he does not expect perfection from any except his rider.
Dragon’s Abilities:
Strength: 9
Concentration: 15
Agility: 13
Team Coordination: 10
Creativity: 12
Allure: 7
Search/Rescue Skill: 4
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Post by Shikai on Jan 26, 2009 17:53:17 GMT -5
Character Name: Paryal
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Female
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Beastcrafter
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Paryal is a pretty young woman, though she is not a stunning beauty by any means. She stands at 5'3, with an average body weight. Her only redeeming feature is pale skin, which is almost always burned badly or peeling due to her work in the Crafthold. It is more of a hindrance than any sort of asset, but she remains proud of it. She wears her dirty blonde hair long, but often tied back with anything she can find. Although it is long, it is too thin to really be called any sort of pretty. It would be brown were it not for her constant work in the sun that lightens it considerably. Her eyes are blue, liberally tinged with gray. Blue eyes tend to run in her family. Her body type is average- though she could be described as ‘top-heavy’ (large breasted) due to more unfortunate genetics. She is surprisingly strong and muscular, though it doesn’t really show on her frame. Her hips are also rather wide, going with her very, very womanly frame. Overall, she is very traditionally Caucasian in appearance.
Personality: Paryal tends to be somewhat vain about her her own intelligence, which is
admittedly quite high (and knowing her letters and math puts Paryal a step above some
Pernese, who didn’t have the benefit of a hold Harper).
Quick to anger, Paryal can be unforgiving to those who make an error. Not only does she expect perfection of herself, but also of other people, making her a hard taskmaster. She’s also not comfortable not being the dominant force, and often finds ways to put herself in charge. This role of dominance came about from having to frequently watch her younger siblings. She knows that she should submit to authority, but sees no reason to submit to her peers. The role of leadership just seems to come natural to her.
Once you have befriended Paryal however, you find a girl who is quite different from external appearances. Paryal quickly loses interest in tasks that are repetitive, and can even be quite lazy in her work. A sense of mischievous humor has her constantly setting up various pranks for those around her, though she tries not to do any harm. As she gets
older, Paryal is slowly becoming more relaxed and able to take things in strides. Her
anger is fading into an amused tolerance, though she remains completely in charge of those around her.
Most people seem to get along with her, despite her reputation for being ‘bossy’ and overly dominant (which can intimidate some with weaker constitutions than herself). She is actually quite caring about everyone she works with and interacts with, and will often be the first to bring over goodies her mother has made to the sick. Paryal is also very extroverted, and enjoys leading her group of friends on various ‘adventures’.
History: Paryal comes from a rather large family that consists almost solely
of females. Her father doesn’t seem bothered by his lack of a son, but he did have to take
measures in making sure he had a successor. As the most sturdy of his daughters, and as the oldest, he chose Paryal. This in no way formed a ‘false son complex’, however.
Paryal’s father was always aware he dealt with a girl instead of a boy, and was
considerate of monthly afflictions and other related female only issues. As a result of
working so closely with her father, Paryal has a slightly closer relationship with her
father than her mother, and tends to have more male friends than female friends.
Since both her parents valued a strong education for all their daughters, Paryal was
educated in a large group with other children by the hold Harper. She knows her figures,
and how to read and write. She enjoys reading scrolls about dragons, as she holds the
same fantasy as all other young Pernese- being taken away by a dragonrider and
becoming part of Weyr life.
Helping to raise her younger siblings has given Paryal ease with dealing with children,
though she admittedly doesn’t like them very much. Nevertheless, she is a good sister and a willing ear to listen to the various complaints heaped upon her by her younger siblings. Raising siblings has also helped contribute to Paryal’s responsibility (positively), and her enjoyment of being dominant (negatively).
Other than the above factors, her life has been relatively normal. There were no tragic
events in her short life, and she enjoys her life very much. She enjoys a core group of
friends, met in her stint in ‘school’.
Position in Family: Oldest child
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Post by Shikai on Jan 26, 2009 17:53:43 GMT -5
Character Name: Maurel
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Preference: Female
Previous Position: Assistant Cook
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Maurel is a fair-enough looking girl, though the word "girl" truly is the only one that could correctly describe her looks, maturity-wise. She is flat in the chest, flat in the back, and altogether... Flat. Curves just don't happen on her body, but, with that slight misfortune, is the luck of not worrying about gaining much weight, either. At her height, a measly five feet, Maurel needs extra weight like she would need a hole in her head. Her skin is slightly dark, not from a tan, but genes, rather, and a slight splattering of freckles can be barely made out around her nose, under her eyes. Maurel's eyes, meanwhile, are nothing particularly special; they are a deep brown colour, warm and rather motherly, and framed by light eyelashes that are quite identical in hue to her skin.
Maurel's hair, meanwhile, is rather eccentric, to put it daintily. Since she was never one for long locks, and since there was never any reason to look better than fair, she cuts it short constantly. On a normal day, the longest section of her hair brushes the bottom of her neck in the back; in the front, it is much shorter. That's not to say it's not feminine, though; Maurel uses an unsharpened kitchen knife to cut it in clumps, so it has taken on a full, layered look that, strangely enough, gives her a more feminine look than you would think. It's colour is a light brown hue, nothing special, and uneven bangs frame her pointed face.
Personality: Maurel is actually quite the social butterfly; growing up in the kitchens of a medium-sized hold, every day of her life before Araelen was filled with chattering, making friends, and the such. Since Araelen is a little bit less social than the hold’s kitchen, Maurel is slightly starved for attention, and will take any chance she is given to talk and make friends. The good thing about this particular trait of Maurel’s, besides the obvious friends gained, is that she quickly finds out almost anything around the Weyr. Most of the time, it’s senseless gossip, but Maurel is quite willing to hear about so-and-so who was with so-and-so in the closet, just as long as the odd gem comes up.
Outside of her chatter, Maurel is a rather intriguing person to be around- wherever she is, that’s where you can bet something will happen. She’s not particularly brave, but she has mastered the art of getting other people to make things interesting, so that’s always fun. It’s not a talent, per say, but more of a knack that she’s gotten a hold of over the years of being too lazy to carry heavy things or make a particularly tedious dish for the Lord Holder of such-and-such.
History: Maurel grew up in a medium-sized Hold, the daughter of a Trader who had been passing by the Hold one evening, and caught the eye of one particularly excitable Cook out looking for good fruits. Nine months later, Maurel was born, and her father was practically on the other side of Pern. The Lord Holder had a child of his own shortly after Maurel’s birth, an overly-bold girl who never understood that not everyone was lucky enough to not have to work, so the two girls were made to watch over each other. It was Maurel, of course, who had to mostly watch over the other girl, since she was the elder by a few weeks, and they soon became shaky friends. Even when Maurel’s tenth turn rolled around, and she was sent off to the Kitchens to learn to become a Cook at her mother’s hands, the two girls were still relatively close.
That slight friendship, interestingly enough, was what allowed Maurel to be Searched seven Turns later.
It was a warm, bright afternoon at the Hold, and chaos was in the air. Searchriders, looking for anyone and everyone suitable for Searching, were going over the youths of the Hold. Of course, the Lord Holder’s daughter was trying to impress the Riders harder than anyone else there- to become a Candidate, and eventually a Rider, was her current obsession. She was so excited, actually, that she soon became faint, and sent for Maurel to bring her, and a Rider that seemed rather susceptible to her advances, wine. Maurel obliged, but, unfortunately for the Holder’s daughter, caught the eye of the Rider in the process, and was Searched.
Position in Family: Youngest
Pets: None
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Post by Shikai on Mar 27, 2009 16:25:38 GMT -5
Name: Sitareh: see-TAH-reh
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrwoman
Physical Appearance: Sitareh is a beauty and she knows it. Her pride and joy is her hair, a thick tawny mane streaked with sun-bleached whites and thick golds that brush against her hips in long waves. She usually keeps it plaited back in a single braid to keep it out of her way when she needs to. Living in a Weyr at the end of a Pass, where most women cut their hair short for convenience sake, she learned to appreciate the beautiful of her hair.
Her eyes are a mixture of two colors, though they are more amber than brown, weighed down by long black lashes that give her an exotic air. Her cheekbones are sharp angles upon her face, her nose straight, her full lips usually curved into a tiny smirk that reveals a single dimple in her right cheek. She is of medium height, standing at five feet six inches, and her body is lean from the active lifestyle that she had before being searched, and the one she continued after impression. She has curves in all of the right places and she is quick to flaunt these attributes with just the right clothes. She knows the power of flattering clothing on making an impression - and getting what one wants.
Personality: Like most goldriders, Sitareh has a very strong personality. She is very stubborn, a trait that not everyone appreciates (especially her previous superiors), but this headstrong determination has proven to be just as useful as it has not. She is very blunt, preferring honesty to petty white lies. Honesty takes less effort, in her opinion, and time will soon teach her the finer points of tact. Her proud nature has lead to many temper flairs and rivalries, as she has the tendency of reacting brashly if she feels attacked, physically, vocally, or emotionally. Because of her young age, she still carries her reckless nature, unable to imagine that anything terrible could happen to her or her lifemate Aviciath.
Her most defining characteristic is her ambition. The idea of power was one that always thrilled her, and when she was searched, Sitareh saw her path to glory. This path was cemented when she impressed her beloved Aviciath, the one being to whom she shares her soft side. But she realized that being the Junior Weyrwoman was not where she wanted to spend her life – she aimed higher. She wanted to hold the power. She wanted to rule them all. She wanted the glory and the respect that came from wielding such a position, and she was cunning enough to accomplish her desire.
Sitareh is certainly an intelligent young woman. She knows how to turn on her charm and use her wiles to befriend others and accomplish her own goals (some people might call it manipulation, but she just calls it sensible). Like most of the females in the Weyr, she is very in touch with her sexuality, and thus enjoys bedding with various men (dragonriders or not) whenever the urge strikes her. Her Hold-bred morals have long since been replaced with the more relaxed Weyr ones, and it shows in this. But she is sensible enough not to get emotionally involved with anyone. Indeed, she dislikes the thought of any sort of long-term relationship or commitment, preferring companionship rather than a love that would only end as soon as she grew bored.
She is not afraid to use whatever she has to get whatever she wants – and she often does so. She does have some redeeming characteristics, however. She realizes the responsibilities that come with being a leader, and thus is unafraid to put in the work. If she demands that others give her 100% of their effort, she puts in her own 110%. She is supremely confident in her abilities, and has the desire to see all dragonriders given the respect that their superior position demands. Araelen Weyr is her life and she will sacrifice anything and anyone to ensure that it prospers beneath her reign.
History: She was born to a large family at Igen Hold, most of whom held a very respectable and important position in the Hold. For generations, the men and women of her family have been guards for the Inner Hold, protectors of the Lord or Lady Holder and their loved ones. It has become a family tradition, and the children are expected to join their elders in this role instead of apprenticing to a craft or trying to impress at a Weyr. Over the generations, their family has become extremely valued for their fighting skills and knowledge with weapons, respected for their unfailing loyalty to their Lord Holders.
At first, only the males of the family served as guards. But her grandmother flouted tradition and insisted on being allowed to serve on the inner keep guard, a position that she had earned. Her gender, she felt, should not keep her from her rightfully earned post. This was allowed, until she got married and began to bear children. Raising her family then became her primary occupation. It was not until her aunt
joined the Lord Holder’s private guard that the women really became accepted into the occupation, beginning when her aunt halted an assassination attempt upon the Lord Holder’s eldest son, a gawky youth who was the heir to the Hold.
So it became tradition to train all of the children of the family for this occupation, boys and girls. Sitareh grew up, learning with her brothers and sisters and her cousins, taught by their grandparents, aunt and uncles, their mothers and fathers. They learned out to block attacks, how to wield simple daggers, how to cause the most pain and to unarm an opponent with only using hands. The children were taught how to use staffs, swords, bows, dirks, even slings that could prove to be useful.
Thus, it was no surprise when Sitareh decided to take her place in her family’s role of protection. She was not the best of the guards, not even close, but she certainly was not the worst. She was young and eager to prove herself- until the time she was sixteen turns old. A searchrider from Artemis Moonlight Weyr had visited, with permission from the Igen Weyrleaders, to search the Igen territory for possible candidates for their unexpectedly large clutch.
With forty eggs on the sand, and one of them a queen, Artemis Moonlight Weyr needed to find as many possible candidates to ensure that the hatchlings would have enough young people to choose from. To her surprise and her family’s dismay, Sitareh was one of two people from
the entire Hold who were deemed dragon-rider quality. She accepted of course, for she realized that being a dragonrider could offer her prospects that she had never seriously considered. She yearned for action that guard duty could not give to her. She wanted prestige, and the rank of a dragonrider would be prestigious indeed. She wanted something different. It was perfect. Her family, although disappointed at first, were intelligent enough to realize that the honor of having
a dragonrider in the family was high, and the usefulness of such a relative would be great.
Sitareh took to Weyr-life with great ease. She delighted in the more lax morals of the Weyr, shrugging off the hide-bound attitudes of her hold. Thus, she decided to stay at Artemis Moonlight Weyr, whether or
not she impressed. This was where she belonged. To be honest, though, the lass was confident that she would impress. A green, she expected, a fighting dragon who would offer her adventures beyond her imagination. So she was just as shocked as her family when the golden shell hatched that day, revealing a starving Aviciath who immediately rushed towards her, whimpering for food even as she raked her talons along a girl who had stepped into her path, blocking her way to her chosen. And Sitareh found the one person who would own her heart, no matter what. From that moment, Aviciath was all that mattered to her.
As the only other queenrider at Artemis Weyr, Sitareh received her first large dose of preferential treatment. She was given respect beyond anything she had received before, attention at all instances. When she opened her mouth to speak, people fell silent in order to listen. She was amazed. She absorbed this treatment as others did oxygen, and she wanted more. However, she constantly fought with the Weyrwoman, who saw the ambition grow within her young charge’s eyes and was unable to halt its growth. Sitareh was furious at the disrespect being given to the dragonriders by the Holders now that Thread was over. A slap in the face, it was, especially after they had lost hundreds of their own throughout the Pass in order to save the skins of the unappreciative land-bound. She urged the older queenrider to halt the mistreatment of their kind, show an iron fist in order to bring the respect and prestige back to their ranks. The Weyrwoman was horrified and refused such action.
Their weyrling training passed without event, as did blooding. They were lucky, having escaped the Fall with nothing more than minor
burns due to char from their agenothree tanks. They became adult dragonriders, and Sitareh became fully aware of the potential that existed in the world. There was a way to return dragonriders to their rightful place in society, but not here, not now. But she would do it. She would bring them back to glory and she would lead them all!
Thus began the scheme to jump ahead in time, a plan that was executed flawlessly. Now, Sitareh and her beloved queen are the leaders of a small group of renegade dragonriders. They have their work cut out for them, whipping the holders into shape while rebuilding an entire Weyr before Thread begins to fall… But Sitarah knows that they can do it.
Dragon Name: Aviciath
Age: 3
Appearance: Having reached her full growth, Aviciath is of average size for a queen dragon at thirty-one meters long. Her hide is a lighter gold than usual, a pale marigold that darkens to a rich antique gold as the colors creep across her belly and her haunches. She is perfectly proportionate, tail and wings just as long as they should be. Only a single scar runs across her hide, a healed line against her left hind-leg, a result from the only time the pair have been scored in Threadfall.
Personality: She is a wonderful dragon to her lifemate, being of a mild disposition. Where Sitareh is given to strong-emotions and is easily angered, Aviciath is much calmer. But she is young too and is easily swayed when her rider wishes to engage in reckless activities: flying without riding straps, certain maneuvers in practice, etc. Having never risen before, Aviciath has only recently become aware of the wiles of male dragons. And being a beautiful queen, she has grown used to having many suitors. Although she does like the attention, she has a tendency of playing games, one moment encouraging their presence, and the next completely ignoring and dismissing them. Such games only seem to make the male dragons try harder to gain her affections, much to her amusement.
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