Post by Kitari on Mar 8, 2008 18:42:15 GMT -5
Character Name: Brinne
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Flaming red locks fall in luxurious curls about her narrow shoulders, the longest strands reaching halfway to her lower back. Her hair is Brinne’s most prized possession, and she attests to this fact by spending a generous part of every morning in its preparation and styling. She is delighted in its multitude of shading, for when the sun strikes it just right, ripples of fiery oranges and reds appear to dance about her face, highlighting her other exquisite features. Of those, the feature that most complements her hair is her eyes. They are the green of the sea, fierce and soft all at once, and are accompanied quite appropriately by thick, demure lashes that serve well to hide an occasional flash of malice in the emerald depths.
Her lips are full and lush, and, although she often keeps them quirked in a flirty manner, when Brinne genuinely smiles, all traces of coquettishness and manipulation vanish. It is rare that she lets this carefully constructed mask slip, for it has protected her well over the years, and she is afraid to trust anyone with her true emotions. Of the rest of her features, the girl’s cheekbones are prominent, and her nose is narrow and slightly long. This also serves to give her a somewhat haughty appearance, even if it is not the impression she is trying to deliver.
Brinne’s figure is feminine and supple, but there is a firmness in her form that belies her strength of will and determination. She is of a pleasing height, at 5’7”, which is short enough for most of the young men to feel comfortable with but tall enough to extend her figure upwards. She is quite slender, which is an attribute that is extremely important for her to uphold, leading her to refuse meals from time to time.
Personality: Brinne is easily one who makes a strong first impression. Her bold and flirtatious nature brings her to the forefront of most social interactions, and she is quite the social butterfly. She is outwardly confident and collected, easily recovering from unexpected comments or occurrences. With boys, she quite enjoys being playful and coquettish, teasing them in just the right ways to capture their attention and keep them dangling on a string for her amusement. Brinne quite enjoys these games, as there is nothing more amusing than a flushed and excited young lad stammering idiocies in an attempt to impress her.
This strong, outward impression contrasts quite sharply, thus, with Brinne’s true outlook and emotions. All of her life she has been raised with the message that her future lies in procuring a powerful husband, so she has diligently attended to the task of appealing to and pleasing men. However, she is also pressed by the constant fear that she will fail at this task (despite the indications to the contrary), an insecurity that holds more sway over her the longer she keeps it hidden away and ignored. Although she is outgoing, she is not very open, and she is fearful of allowing anyone to penetrate her carefully constructed emotional barrier. Because of this and the betrayal she has already experienced, Brinne tries to convince herself that all she wants is loose, unattached relationships, but what she needs most is a connection that she can rely on and trust.
This weakness is of little threat to her, so far, as Brinne is determined and wilful. She is unwilling to allow such uncertainties to interfere with her goals, which are lofty indeed. Brinne is definitely not planning to settle, which has led her to turn down offers of marriage in favour of waiting on the Lord Holders’ sons. In Araelen Weyr, it will drive her to seek gold at the Hatching, for she believes herself worthy and deserving of power and adulation. This, at times, foolish pride may create some hostility between Brinne and other girls, but she never experiences friction with the lads, and they are the only ones that matter to her.
Despite her narcissistic approach to most social situations, Brinne can be quite empathic when it comes to dealing with the young or innocent. She is quite fond of her sister, especially her attempts to emulate Brinne, and enjoys guiding the girl. Brinne has also always had a soft spot for felines, breaking with her usual regal image to visit the runnerbeast barns and spend time with the felines living there. However, these are facets of her life that she is not eager to share.
History: Brinne was born into humble beginnings, as her Father, Varinne, was the Lord Holder’s chief runnerbeast breeder, a position which lacked any real title or authority in Holding terms. He had started in an even humbler position, however, as the son of a Farmer beholden to a Minor Hold, and had managed to rise through the ranks due to his talented handling of steeds and his ability to make strong pairings. Thus, he impressed upon his daughters from an early age the virtues of hard work and determination.
His wife, Bria, had married Varinne before the pair had ever left their Minor Holding. It had been an innocent romance that had brought them together, untouched by ambition or cunning. However, when Varinne’s work caught the eye of the current runnerbeast breeder for the Lord Holder, the pair was whisked off to the main Hold and established there in a simple dwelling so that Varinne could better serve his Lord. As the young man began to rise rapidly through the ranks of the Beastcrafters, attaining Mastery at an exceptionally young age, Bria was given her first taste of prestige, and she revelled in it. She began to urge her husband onwards, pressuring him to do whatever was necessary to secure himself even loftier positions in the Lord Holder’s eyes.
With the arrival of her first daughter, Brinne, Bria was immediately struck by the opportunities such startling hair and eyes might bring, if the girl’s face and figure were to develop into anything half-decent. Her daughter was to be a beauty, and there was no better way to improve the position of one’s family than by marrying into more powerful families. Eagerly, Bria began to teach Brinne the manners of ladies and the importance of impressing and enticing her male counterparts.
It wasn’t long before Brinne required no encouragement at all, for she naturally enjoyed and excelled at the games of teasing boys. Although the concept was distant to her in her youthful years, it began to crystallize in her early teens, and the girl learned to flaunt her looks and sprinkling laughter, securing herself a regular following. Her younger sister eagerly attempted to follow in Brinne’s footsteps, and Bania was well on her way to securing herself as strong of a following as her elder sister.
Varinne strove all of his years to attain the position his wife kept pushing him for, but the man was not as overly confident and haughty as she. He fully recognized the danger of having no son to inherit his property, one who could provide for his wife and daughters. Thus, he was eager for Brinne to marry soon. However, when it became apparent that both Bria and Brinne were determined to be extremely picky in the matter, he demanded that Brinne be Apprenticed to the local weaver. After all, he told them, if she failed to marry before his death (the very idea of which was greeted by gasps of shock and incredulity), Brinne would need some trade in order to provide for herself.
Although the girl approached her initial work with derision and distaste, Brinne soon surprised herself by growing to enjoy the simplicity of melding coloured threads into complex pieces of art. It became a source of release for her, as her creations could express her emotions in ways she never allowed herself to otherwise. Through the fanciful depictions of rolling hills bathed in the light of a setting Rukbat, the girl came to realize her desire for life beyond the endless politics of position.
Thus, Brinne set her hopes high. If she could secure the attention of the Lord Holder’s eldest son, Herin, she would be guaranteed opportunities no other marriage could bring. At his side, she could travel all of Pern, leaving this nonsense behind. The idea was so romantic to Brinne that she could no longer imagine anything less. She would catch the son’s eye, and all of her dreams would come true.
Visiting the main Hold often, Brinne established herself as a reliable source of entertainment for the Hold’s various boys, and she was pleased to note that the Lord’s son was among them. Although the most she would do with the silly lads was flirt and tease, her attentions became more deliberate and focused with Herin. He responded well, obviously interested, and Brinne was delighted. The fact that such a marriage would make little sense politically and would undoubtedly be denied by the Lord Holder himself never entered her mind, so entranced was she in her romantic vision of the future.
At 16, Brinne felt quite confident that she held Herin wrapped around her little finger, and most onlookers would have agreed with this assessment. Anytime word spread through the Hold’s lads that she was walking in the garden or on the heights, Herin would attend to her. From the way his eyes followed her every step and his words slurred when he attempted to speak at times, Brinne knew she had him. When he asked her to meet him one evening in the lower parts of the Hold, the girl was ecstatic. Although she had been made the offer of bedding down countless times before by every other lad present, including Herin multiple times, she had refused, waiting for the entrancement to be complete. After all, it would do her no good if she gained a reputation as being ‘loose’ without gaining a ring in exchange for it.
This time, however, she was confident that Herin’s attraction was complete enough that an offer of marriage would be soon to follow. He had whispered such promises in her ear as they walked the gardens together, and their meetings had become more than simple flirtations. They often had avid discussions of Pernese affairs, and Herin seemed pleased no longer simply by her appearance, but also by her intelligence and wit.
It was with nervous but excited anticipation that Brinne waited at the arranged meeting spot, and when Herin arrived, no greetings were necessary. They had both waited far too long for this night to delay it any longer. It was as perfect as she had ever imagined, and when Brinne awoke the next day, it was with great satisfaction and euphoria, confident that he would marry her on the spot.
No offer of marriage came that day. Nor the next. Weeks passed, and Brinne became a recluse, miserable because of the rejection. Herin visited her home, once, but only to tell her that she was being ridiculous. After all, his Father would never have permitted a marriage. Why couldn’t they just enjoy each other’s company, go back to the way things always were, with a few more of the added benefits? He stormed out of the home minutes later, his face red and smarting where she had slapped him.
By the time dragons appeared above the Hold, all of Brinne’s tears had dried, and she was left a hollow shell of the confidence she once imbued. She was reluctantly urged out of the home by her Father, along with her sister Bania. The bluerider was on Search, Varinne told her. If she was taken to Araelen Weyr, the possibilities would be endless for her once more. The thought brightened the girl slightly, but she doubted that a dragon would ever find her suitable to stand as a candidate if a Lord Holder couldn’t even find her suitable enough to marry.
However, that was for the dragon to decide, and after a cursory survey of the young folk arrayed before him, the blue indicated Brinne and two others. Shocked, the girl was herded forward towards the dragon by the rider, who was eager to be done with this business. As the reality began to sink in, though, Brinne froze. She was about to abandon everything: her family, her friends, and her life, to be whisked off to a Weyr that had appeared out of Harper’s tales and to potentially become a dragonrider. Before hope even began to brim, fear engulfed her. The opportunity was enormous, Brinne knew, but she wasn’t ready to leave all of the security of her home.
It was impossible to request that her family come with her; after all, Varinne was well-established here, and Brinne could hardly care for Bania adequately. Cautiously, she asked the bluerider if she could bring along a feline. Although he was reluctant at first, fearing how the creature would yowl and panic in between, Brinne found herself easily slipping back into her flirtatious role, and the matter was decided. She packed up the few belongings she had, chose a kitten that she had grown particularly attached to from her Father’s barn, strapped it securely in a traveling sack, and, with tears of anxiety as well as hope, bid farewell to her family and her life. With that, Brinne was off to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: Oldest daughter of two
Pets: Calico Feline Sphinx
Alignment: Loyalist (although she is quite flexible, eh heh)
Dragon Colour: N/A
Dragon Personality: N/A
Dragon's Name: N/A
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Special Requests Application reason: N/A
RP History: Gawd…at least 8 years now.
Familiarity with Pern: Only haven’t read the new books.
How you found out about our site: I made it…wahaha.
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Green
Reason for this Preference: Self-explanatory, eh heh. Obviously she very much enjoys the company of men, and she is far too immature and self-centred to ride gold. Also, her preference would not allow for blue or brown.
Syllable Numbers for Name: Anything
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: Anything
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Allure, Search, and Agility
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Preference: Males
Previous Position: Apprentice Weaver
Current Position: Candidate
Appearance: Flaming red locks fall in luxurious curls about her narrow shoulders, the longest strands reaching halfway to her lower back. Her hair is Brinne’s most prized possession, and she attests to this fact by spending a generous part of every morning in its preparation and styling. She is delighted in its multitude of shading, for when the sun strikes it just right, ripples of fiery oranges and reds appear to dance about her face, highlighting her other exquisite features. Of those, the feature that most complements her hair is her eyes. They are the green of the sea, fierce and soft all at once, and are accompanied quite appropriately by thick, demure lashes that serve well to hide an occasional flash of malice in the emerald depths.
Her lips are full and lush, and, although she often keeps them quirked in a flirty manner, when Brinne genuinely smiles, all traces of coquettishness and manipulation vanish. It is rare that she lets this carefully constructed mask slip, for it has protected her well over the years, and she is afraid to trust anyone with her true emotions. Of the rest of her features, the girl’s cheekbones are prominent, and her nose is narrow and slightly long. This also serves to give her a somewhat haughty appearance, even if it is not the impression she is trying to deliver.
Brinne’s figure is feminine and supple, but there is a firmness in her form that belies her strength of will and determination. She is of a pleasing height, at 5’7”, which is short enough for most of the young men to feel comfortable with but tall enough to extend her figure upwards. She is quite slender, which is an attribute that is extremely important for her to uphold, leading her to refuse meals from time to time.
Personality: Brinne is easily one who makes a strong first impression. Her bold and flirtatious nature brings her to the forefront of most social interactions, and she is quite the social butterfly. She is outwardly confident and collected, easily recovering from unexpected comments or occurrences. With boys, she quite enjoys being playful and coquettish, teasing them in just the right ways to capture their attention and keep them dangling on a string for her amusement. Brinne quite enjoys these games, as there is nothing more amusing than a flushed and excited young lad stammering idiocies in an attempt to impress her.
This strong, outward impression contrasts quite sharply, thus, with Brinne’s true outlook and emotions. All of her life she has been raised with the message that her future lies in procuring a powerful husband, so she has diligently attended to the task of appealing to and pleasing men. However, she is also pressed by the constant fear that she will fail at this task (despite the indications to the contrary), an insecurity that holds more sway over her the longer she keeps it hidden away and ignored. Although she is outgoing, she is not very open, and she is fearful of allowing anyone to penetrate her carefully constructed emotional barrier. Because of this and the betrayal she has already experienced, Brinne tries to convince herself that all she wants is loose, unattached relationships, but what she needs most is a connection that she can rely on and trust.
This weakness is of little threat to her, so far, as Brinne is determined and wilful. She is unwilling to allow such uncertainties to interfere with her goals, which are lofty indeed. Brinne is definitely not planning to settle, which has led her to turn down offers of marriage in favour of waiting on the Lord Holders’ sons. In Araelen Weyr, it will drive her to seek gold at the Hatching, for she believes herself worthy and deserving of power and adulation. This, at times, foolish pride may create some hostility between Brinne and other girls, but she never experiences friction with the lads, and they are the only ones that matter to her.
Despite her narcissistic approach to most social situations, Brinne can be quite empathic when it comes to dealing with the young or innocent. She is quite fond of her sister, especially her attempts to emulate Brinne, and enjoys guiding the girl. Brinne has also always had a soft spot for felines, breaking with her usual regal image to visit the runnerbeast barns and spend time with the felines living there. However, these are facets of her life that she is not eager to share.
History: Brinne was born into humble beginnings, as her Father, Varinne, was the Lord Holder’s chief runnerbeast breeder, a position which lacked any real title or authority in Holding terms. He had started in an even humbler position, however, as the son of a Farmer beholden to a Minor Hold, and had managed to rise through the ranks due to his talented handling of steeds and his ability to make strong pairings. Thus, he impressed upon his daughters from an early age the virtues of hard work and determination.
His wife, Bria, had married Varinne before the pair had ever left their Minor Holding. It had been an innocent romance that had brought them together, untouched by ambition or cunning. However, when Varinne’s work caught the eye of the current runnerbeast breeder for the Lord Holder, the pair was whisked off to the main Hold and established there in a simple dwelling so that Varinne could better serve his Lord. As the young man began to rise rapidly through the ranks of the Beastcrafters, attaining Mastery at an exceptionally young age, Bria was given her first taste of prestige, and she revelled in it. She began to urge her husband onwards, pressuring him to do whatever was necessary to secure himself even loftier positions in the Lord Holder’s eyes.
With the arrival of her first daughter, Brinne, Bria was immediately struck by the opportunities such startling hair and eyes might bring, if the girl’s face and figure were to develop into anything half-decent. Her daughter was to be a beauty, and there was no better way to improve the position of one’s family than by marrying into more powerful families. Eagerly, Bria began to teach Brinne the manners of ladies and the importance of impressing and enticing her male counterparts.
It wasn’t long before Brinne required no encouragement at all, for she naturally enjoyed and excelled at the games of teasing boys. Although the concept was distant to her in her youthful years, it began to crystallize in her early teens, and the girl learned to flaunt her looks and sprinkling laughter, securing herself a regular following. Her younger sister eagerly attempted to follow in Brinne’s footsteps, and Bania was well on her way to securing herself as strong of a following as her elder sister.
Varinne strove all of his years to attain the position his wife kept pushing him for, but the man was not as overly confident and haughty as she. He fully recognized the danger of having no son to inherit his property, one who could provide for his wife and daughters. Thus, he was eager for Brinne to marry soon. However, when it became apparent that both Bria and Brinne were determined to be extremely picky in the matter, he demanded that Brinne be Apprenticed to the local weaver. After all, he told them, if she failed to marry before his death (the very idea of which was greeted by gasps of shock and incredulity), Brinne would need some trade in order to provide for herself.
Although the girl approached her initial work with derision and distaste, Brinne soon surprised herself by growing to enjoy the simplicity of melding coloured threads into complex pieces of art. It became a source of release for her, as her creations could express her emotions in ways she never allowed herself to otherwise. Through the fanciful depictions of rolling hills bathed in the light of a setting Rukbat, the girl came to realize her desire for life beyond the endless politics of position.
Thus, Brinne set her hopes high. If she could secure the attention of the Lord Holder’s eldest son, Herin, she would be guaranteed opportunities no other marriage could bring. At his side, she could travel all of Pern, leaving this nonsense behind. The idea was so romantic to Brinne that she could no longer imagine anything less. She would catch the son’s eye, and all of her dreams would come true.
Visiting the main Hold often, Brinne established herself as a reliable source of entertainment for the Hold’s various boys, and she was pleased to note that the Lord’s son was among them. Although the most she would do with the silly lads was flirt and tease, her attentions became more deliberate and focused with Herin. He responded well, obviously interested, and Brinne was delighted. The fact that such a marriage would make little sense politically and would undoubtedly be denied by the Lord Holder himself never entered her mind, so entranced was she in her romantic vision of the future.
At 16, Brinne felt quite confident that she held Herin wrapped around her little finger, and most onlookers would have agreed with this assessment. Anytime word spread through the Hold’s lads that she was walking in the garden or on the heights, Herin would attend to her. From the way his eyes followed her every step and his words slurred when he attempted to speak at times, Brinne knew she had him. When he asked her to meet him one evening in the lower parts of the Hold, the girl was ecstatic. Although she had been made the offer of bedding down countless times before by every other lad present, including Herin multiple times, she had refused, waiting for the entrancement to be complete. After all, it would do her no good if she gained a reputation as being ‘loose’ without gaining a ring in exchange for it.
This time, however, she was confident that Herin’s attraction was complete enough that an offer of marriage would be soon to follow. He had whispered such promises in her ear as they walked the gardens together, and their meetings had become more than simple flirtations. They often had avid discussions of Pernese affairs, and Herin seemed pleased no longer simply by her appearance, but also by her intelligence and wit.
It was with nervous but excited anticipation that Brinne waited at the arranged meeting spot, and when Herin arrived, no greetings were necessary. They had both waited far too long for this night to delay it any longer. It was as perfect as she had ever imagined, and when Brinne awoke the next day, it was with great satisfaction and euphoria, confident that he would marry her on the spot.
No offer of marriage came that day. Nor the next. Weeks passed, and Brinne became a recluse, miserable because of the rejection. Herin visited her home, once, but only to tell her that she was being ridiculous. After all, his Father would never have permitted a marriage. Why couldn’t they just enjoy each other’s company, go back to the way things always were, with a few more of the added benefits? He stormed out of the home minutes later, his face red and smarting where she had slapped him.
By the time dragons appeared above the Hold, all of Brinne’s tears had dried, and she was left a hollow shell of the confidence she once imbued. She was reluctantly urged out of the home by her Father, along with her sister Bania. The bluerider was on Search, Varinne told her. If she was taken to Araelen Weyr, the possibilities would be endless for her once more. The thought brightened the girl slightly, but she doubted that a dragon would ever find her suitable to stand as a candidate if a Lord Holder couldn’t even find her suitable enough to marry.
However, that was for the dragon to decide, and after a cursory survey of the young folk arrayed before him, the blue indicated Brinne and two others. Shocked, the girl was herded forward towards the dragon by the rider, who was eager to be done with this business. As the reality began to sink in, though, Brinne froze. She was about to abandon everything: her family, her friends, and her life, to be whisked off to a Weyr that had appeared out of Harper’s tales and to potentially become a dragonrider. Before hope even began to brim, fear engulfed her. The opportunity was enormous, Brinne knew, but she wasn’t ready to leave all of the security of her home.
It was impossible to request that her family come with her; after all, Varinne was well-established here, and Brinne could hardly care for Bania adequately. Cautiously, she asked the bluerider if she could bring along a feline. Although he was reluctant at first, fearing how the creature would yowl and panic in between, Brinne found herself easily slipping back into her flirtatious role, and the matter was decided. She packed up the few belongings she had, chose a kitten that she had grown particularly attached to from her Father’s barn, strapped it securely in a traveling sack, and, with tears of anxiety as well as hope, bid farewell to her family and her life. With that, Brinne was off to Araelen Weyr.
Position in Family: Oldest daughter of two
Pets: Calico Feline Sphinx
Alignment: Loyalist (although she is quite flexible, eh heh)
Dragon Colour: N/A
Dragon Personality: N/A
Dragon's Name: N/A
Relation to Existing Character: N/A
Special Requests Application reason: N/A
RP History: Gawd…at least 8 years now.
Familiarity with Pern: Only haven’t read the new books.
How you found out about our site: I made it…wahaha.
Candidates Only Section:
Desired Dragon Colour: Green
Reason for this Preference: Self-explanatory, eh heh. Obviously she very much enjoys the company of men, and she is far too immature and self-centred to ride gold. Also, her preference would not allow for blue or brown.
Syllable Numbers for Name: Anything
Preferred Starting Letters for Name: Anything
For Dragonriders and Candidates to Fill Out:
Preferred Dragon Ability: Allure, Search, and Agility