Milady Emerald generated a random number between
90 and 120 ...
112!
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A white by Smerdle
Name: Vyenta Age: 112 Nameday: YYYY.MM.DD i.e. 3560.03.18 [Please note that Pern has 13 months and each month has 28 days.] Sex: agender- so old no one remembers! Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Retired Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman- Vintage specialist Physical Description: Vyenta stands at about 5’6 with long silver hair that is always pulled back into a braid down their backs. Their face is wrinkled and filled with laugh lines, their nose a shade of red that comes with much enjoyment of wine and startling blue eyes peer out from the wrinkles. No longer in absolute peak physical condition, there is however a lightness about their person that suggests they could hold their own should it be needed. Personality: Vyenta has three main loves in life, in order of importance is their Dragon, wine, and themselves. If they have those three things (which they do) they are utterly content. Vyenta is the type who likes to share a bottle and tell stories about the days bygone. Usually the stories feature themselves in some predicament or other caused by them trying to “just have a good time”. While not a lush Vyenta does often enjoy a good vintage and has an excellent palate when it comes to tasting, and thus almost exclusively enjoys the finer things whenever able. Having grown up a Vintner's apprentice in their spare time they often like to pop down to Bendan and have a small crop of grapes they keep up for making their own special wine vintage. Having seen some hard things they can be prone to fits of depression, which usually puts their Livnath in a temper fit to be tied. Not much bothers Vyenta unless it bothers their Livnath though- and even though they like to play the gruff older crone they really do enjoy the time they spend with the weyrlings, keeping their hand in with small harmless pranks and hearing the tales of the barracks. Positive Trait List Obsessive, Jovial, mischievous Negative Trait List self-centered, egotistical, prone to depression. History: Vyenta was a weyrbrat of Higher Reaches. They began working quite young, turn 7 or 8 because their family was hard pressed due to Vyentas father. Who got into a “relationship” with a courtesan and chose to run out on his responsibilities to be with her. As the 2nd youngest of the family, Vyentas mother- who was a cook for the weyr -put them to work young out of necessity in the kitchens. By turn 10 they’d decided they’d had enough of being a painful memory for their mother as they took after their father looks and personality both. They’d also decided the life of a cook was not for them, they longed for something more out in the open skies. Luckily for them they had an excellent palate and a memory for recalling flavors and notes of foods and drinks. Vyenta managed to secure an apprenticeship with a vintner and accompanied them back to Bendan Hold. There they got to spend time out under the sky more as they were working the grape fields, and soaking up as much knowledge as possible- but most importantly they were happy to be out of the heat of the kitchens, and away from the oppressive feeling that they were always in their Father's shadow.. They spent much of their teens at the vintners hall, figuring that they would become a craftmaster and grow old drinking wine and causing havoc on occasion. But even so something in their life was missing- and at turn 19 they were told what it was- they were searched to become a Candidate for Higher Reaches. So back to the Weyr they went, where they stood time and time again. Having given up hope Vyenta stood one last time before they were to age out. Nearly all the eggs had hatched, and it had not been a bloodless hatching, Vyenta had seen their friend Kayla go down under the talons of an angry dragonet- Kayla had gotten too close to the baby as it hatched. Heartbroken for they had been quite close, and knowing this was the last time they were standing they were considering just walking out consequences be blasted- left kneeling on the sands where they’d been trying to staunch the blood flow before the healers took Kayla away- when something bumped their hand from under the bloodpool on the sand. Brushing away the top layer Vyenta found a hidden partially covered over egg, with grey eyes looking out at them- eyes that held all the sorrow of loss and the desire to fight for life- then Rainbow! Having Impressed their Livnath life was even better for many turns. Together they knew they could make it through anything- and indeed they did. Life was not easy at Higher reaches being a white rider- or a white dragon, but having one another made it all ok. Together they could get through anything right? Together they grew older being put out for retirement more on the early side even though they’d impressed late- apparently another “draw back” (read benefit) of being a white rider as Vyenta hit 102. In turn 3572 thread returned- and they were grounded. They had lived this long- togther, and they were not allowed to go out and DO what they were meant to do, be they 109 or younger. Thus they never actually FOUGHT thread due to their advanced age- they and Livnath helped by doing retired duties, but by and large they kept everyone as supplied with drink as possible and tried to sweep the whole thing under a wine cask as much as possible. Other:
DRAGON Name: Livnath Age: 86 Color: White Size: 16 feet long Physical Description: Built long and lithe Livnath has maintained her form better than her Rider. Though many would at first assume her to be dainty and prim she is...well...not. Personality: Livanth is the quiet type for the most part. She speaks when she has something important to say, and otherwise she watches, listens and learns everything else. This mannerism has kept her and her Vyenta out of trouble many a time simply by her having the knowledge she needed at the moment she needed it- usually to pull Vyenta out of something they’ve gotten into.
Fiercely protective of what she considers “hers” Livnath has a temper to rival the hottest head- who is likely the type that won’t see it coming. While not exactly known for it there are stories that Vyenta likes to tell of the time when Livnath went of on so and so….. That said she can be scary when need be, and sometimes just because she’s pissed too.
Livnath enjoys children' company and as such her an Vyenta are often assigned to help with the weyrlings…… whom are children to her. Woe betide any who gets in the way of one of her younger weyrling mentees, she will set a dragon or rider back with a few quiet words that cut straight to the heart of the matter.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Waiting
NOTE: Sorry its short and choppy- I left it till down to the wire!
Milady Emerald generated a random number between
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93!
Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 11:08 pm
Milady Emerald
A green by Meepfur
Rider Name: Marelwyn Rider Age: 93 Dragon Name: Goblinth Dragon Color: I'd like a suprise!
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74!
Zaikt generated a random number between
90 and 120 ...
106!
Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 11:46 pm
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A white by Andranis
Name: D'nov Age: 106. Nameday: 3469.4.20 Sex: Male. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Weyr: Western. Rider Rank: Semi-retired Wingrider. Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman glassblower. Physical Description: Short, soft, and almost constantly smiling, D'nov has the same kind of friendly, welcoming vibe that one's grandma's house might have. Physically, he's far from intimidating, and seems to hold all the sharp edges of a ball of clay--much like the rest of him, his features are similarly soft and genial, with keen golden eyes that always appear to be twinkling with some kind of curiosity. He stands at no more than 5'5", and his compact stature works quite well with his dragon's similarly small build. D'nov has short, tightly-curled hair that's started to recede just a bit, long since faded in color from a dark brown to more of a salt-and-pepper affair, with a few noticeable streaks of white tangled in with the rest. His skin is a warm medium brown, and remains free largely free of scars as a testament to his good luck. He has a large tattoo in limited color stretching over his shoulder depicting his dragon in flight, with her head placed at his collarbone and her tail coiling down his arm; although the ink is somewhat old, it still holds strong. D'nov tends to wear the most comfortable clothes possible, often with bright and clashing patterns that can be visually jarring, to say the least. He's quite the fan of anything vibrant, and has a soft spot for picking up little accessories, tokens, and amulets that he either wears in abundant layers or sewn into his clothes as ornamentation. As a result, he tends to jingle when he walks, which can quite easily be used as an early warning system if you're seeking to avoid another super long conversation. Personality: D'nov is a chatty, high-energy sort of person who seems to never want to hold still, always seeking some kind of new experience to catalogue or a fresh face to talk to. He's excitable and easy to talk to, but is very liable to go off on a tangent that won't be exhausted for the next 45 minutes or so--while he's certainly got plenty of information and experience to discuss, the problem is that he's kind of...bad at figuring out when the person he's talking to would like to stop talking. Truly, D'nov doesn't mean to be a bother--he's just very easily excitable, particularly about things he finds interesting. He's highly curious and is intensely driven to pursue his interests, wanting to know more about as much as is possible due to truly finding the world a fascinating, wondrous place. People are included in this sphere of interest, too, and D'nov will more than happily chat for hours about somebody's life story if he's allowed to do so. In every sense of the word, D'nov is fascinated by others, and find the circumstances that led them to where they are now to be highly intriguing. This can result in him prying too far into someone else's personal life, a fact that hasn't earned him very much appreciation from those he's tried to analyze. D'nov doesn't intend any hurt with this tendency, and is highly apologetic should it occur, but often fails to recognize where he's managed to overstep other people's boundaries when he takes the time to look back on the matter. He tends to nurse his own slights for an inordinate amount of time, and can easily get preoccupied with any insults that have been turned his way, leading to long periods of moping or otherwise obsessing over what led to the problem in the first place. D'nov very much wears his heart on his sleeve, and it's by no means difficult to tell when he feels hurt. Positive Trait List Keen-witted, independent, sociable, inquisitive, friendly. Negative Trait List Socially unobservant, overly sensitive, busybody, nosy, flighty. History: The son of a master glassblower and a somewhat bitter wherhandler, Daminov was always considered to be his mother's heir, destined to become a master like her and take over the family business. His younger siblings were all trained in the same profession as well, although his youngest brother would be Searched at the tender age of 15--and that's where the family plan began to fall apart. His brother Impressed to a Green, which was heralded with plenty of cheering from his family in the Stands; while somewhat unexpected in the grand scheme of things, they were all still happy for him, and were already making plans to celebrate the occasion appropriately when they were able. Daminov, newly a journeyman and already working to carry on his mother's craft, didn't expect much to happen after that; others would Impress, and then they'd return home to their lives and pick back up where they left off.
And then the smallest egg began to move, the dragonet within clawing desperately at the shell in a bid to survive. She fought as hard as her tiny frame would allow, and exhaustion quickly began to work against her. Daminov looked on from the Stands, sympathetic but ultimately powerless to aid her; he was far from the Sands, and there was little he could do from here. It was only when another rider, bonded to the father of the clutch, decided to intervene that she was able to emerge; her cries were piercing and sorrowful, desperate to find Hers but terrified of the thought of trying to find them like this. She didn't know what to do, and for an excruciatingly long minute, it appeared as though she might go between instead. Her pleas did not fall on deaf ears, however. She begged for Hers to find her, and Daminov heard her. He had no intentions of becoming a dragonrider. No intentions of seeking a greater lot in life, of doing something more than what was expected of him--he'd been happy with that, genuinely enjoying his craft and eagerly working toward what he'd believed was his path. And then Wrath spoke to him in her quiet, timid mindvoice, sounding so scared and fragile--he stood up without a second thought, needing to be with His.
From then on, D'nov took a different approach to life. Being a dragonrider opened up so many new possibilities, and Wrath, despite her trepidation, was just as eager to experience them--just so long as D'nov was with her. Without the pressing threat of Thread, they were able to explore and discover the world around them with each other's help, which well and truly sparked D'nov's curiosity; he wanted to learn, and with Wrath at his side, he could see little in the way to hinder him. One of the first people he took a particular interest in was a fiery Brownrider, fervent in every aspect of her life and determined to exist in the fullest sense of the word. He frequently returned to her side when their paths crossed, and eventually, something more happened between them. A few months later, their son, Kossmino, was born, and D'nov's life was again changed.
While raising Kossmino wasn't entirely on his shoulders, D'nov decided it would be for the best if he put an end to his semi-nomadic lifestyle, instead sticking close in order to do what he could do do right by his son. While perhaps not the most skilled father, D'nov truly did his best to ensure Kossmino's happiness, wanting nothing more than to give his child the same abundance of opportunities that he'd been granted. When Kossmino Impressed a Blue and became K'ino, D'nov couldn't have been happier--now his son would truly be able to take the world how he'd hoped he could, and with Shevauth at his side, D'nov wouldn't have to worry quite as much. Still, despite his best efforts, their relationship had always been a little stilted simply due to their personalities, and K'ino took the opportunity to explore more of himself without his father quite seriously. Somewhat saddened by the separation from his son, but ultimately proud of him for taking that kind of initiative in his own life, D'nov returned to pursuing his own curiosities, still aiding the Weyr wherever needed as was his duty. The return of Thread put a sharp and sudden hold on all of that.
D'nov was already well over the age of retirement by then, but he eagerly turned himself and Wrath toward doing everything possible to minimize casualties wherever possible. Their main task was ferrying firestone to the wings fighting against it, but with Western's scarcity of the ore, they quickly found themselves doing anything and everything else in order to fill the gaps. At the end of the Fall, they were exhausted, but fortunately otherwise unharmed--plenty of others around them were by no means as lucky, however. Chasing interests and pursuing facts became nowhere near as important. Even retired as they were, D'nov and Wrath couldn't just sit by and watch Thread take everyone around them--whatever they could do, they would. Retirement didn't sit well with them, but they knew they couldn't do much about it at their age. All the same, they were still needed, and they couldn't just lie down and let the world pass them by.
Other: K'ino's dad and overall awkward parent!
DRAGON Name: Wrath Age: 85. Color: White Size: 14'. Physical Description: Small, compact, and stocky, Wrath is somewhat of an oddly-proportioned White, with short legs and a similarly stubby tail that in no way gives her an elegant physicality. She's fine with that, really; what she's far more concerned with is staying out of the way, and her small stature does a lot to help with that. It's rare to see her eyes whirl any shade other than yellow, and she usually tries to compress herself into as small of a ball as is possible when in any situation with more than a handful of people. Personality: Despite her name, Wrath is a genuinely meek and unassuming dragon, and when you get over her crushing anxiety and near-constant nerves, she's a considerate, delicate soul. She doesn't handle unexpected surprises well, requiring ample time to prepare herself for social interaction in order to ensure she can handle the coming events without too much trouble. While she's a creature driven by her fears, including the fear of being left alone or driving everyone away, Wrath is fiercely affectionate, wanting to be loved and cherished with an almost desperate intensity. She can easily be described as clingy, sometimes oppressively so, and she does everything possible to make sure that she hasn't upset the people she's close to; any measure of reassurance goes a long way with her, and it's by no means difficult to earn her loyalty with gentle comforts. Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment:
Sweet Symmetry generated a random number between
90 and 120 ...
107!
Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 3:47 am
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A gold by Andranis
Name: Kwenthanas 'Kwen' Age: 107 Nameday: 3467.10.07 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Goldrider Previous Rank/Craft: JM Healer (Herbalist)
Physical Description: Dark skinned, silver-haired, and in possession of brilliant emeralds for eyes, there is something striking about Kwen even in her advanced age. Standing at 5'2, she's lean, if a little physically weaker and slower than she used to be. Fortunately for her, her body still retains its tone from Turns of dragonriding. If asked, she would describe herself as 'once athletic, now an enthusiast', for she has transitioned well from graceful young woman to spry midnight fox.
Her heart-shaped face bears wrinkles and crow's feet, as well as dimples. Her hair, once long and thick, is thinner now, though she still keeps it braided and decorated with fanciful flowers and beads. She looks entirely too unserious for the role of 'traditional weyrwoman'- which is why she fits right in at Westen Weyr. Even during the worst of times, a smile graces her features, her laughter lines obvious. There is a sweet, darling old grandma look about her for sure.
She likes draping fabrics, and is especially fond of long skirts, sashes and jewellery made of flowers- both fresh and dried. Her favourite colours are white, and shades of gold that match Yhith's hide.
Personality: Widely considered 'eccentric and mostly harmless', Kwen is somewhat of an oddball. Her humour borders on salacious and inappropriate (oh who am I kidding- she's as dirty-minded as they come, with a quick wit and silver-tongue to conceal it during initial conversations). She has no sense of propriety or understanding of comfort zones or boundaries, but nevertheless maintains rather refined manners instilled in her during childhood. So yes- she'll definitely joke about where she would love to eat her next bubbly pie, but it will be /tasteful/ (badum-tss). She appreciates a good figure as much as the next person.
She is, deep down, a genuine and empathic woman with a love for helping others- even if they don’t always do the things she thinks are right. She’ll be there to dispense wisdom when asked, and tut-tut when they mess up. She’s well accustomed to cleaning up people’s physical or emotional messes, and has a rather kindly, nurturing air about her, despite her inner perversity.
Independent, free-spirited and strong-willed, Kwen takes time adjusting to new rules and customs, and much prefers to follow her own set of moral rules and principles. Mostly, her habits and beliefs fit in well with dragonriding traditions- but with the return of Thread and the need for fighters she’s found herself a little… displaced- too silly and old to be of much use, too restless and inattentive to provide help with the ‘young’uns’. Still, she’s not the type to argue or make a fuss if someone needs to put her back in line (though she might complain a little under her breath).
A little scatter-brained at time, Kwenthanas has a difficult time taking things seriously. Old age has made her rather flippant about the whole ‘life’ business, and as a consequence she has lost all sense of risk and consequence. She’ll be the one charging into the skies to rescue some haphazard dragon blown off course just because. She’d rather take the punishment (oh yes) than watch much younger lives suffer.
She is flighty and restless, and has a difficult time settling her attention on any one thing in particular. She’s the type of person to take a great interest in a subject for a few days, only to get bored and move onto something else very quickly. She is a fountain of random trivia, but it is quickly discovered that there is not much depth to her knowledge, and she is, in fact, rather shallow in more ways than one.
Well-meaning, her chipper approach to life is endearing; and the combination of her particular, irascible charm and quick wit can make her fun to be around. Flighty, she longs for the days of old when she felt more needed and useful, but will never pass up an opportunity to lend a hand when needed.
Positive Trait List Charming, Unconventional, Sensitive Negative Trait List Restless, Uninhibited, Foolish
History: Born in Monaco Weyrhold to a queenrider mother and a healer father, Kwenthanas was a beloved daughter, first of seven. She endeavoured to make her parents proud, finding it difficult at first to share her parents' attention with her sisters. As she grew, she discovered she didn't mind so much if she wasn't in the spotlight: there was a big wide world out there, begging to be explored. She developed an interest in plants, fostered by her father's healercraft, and framed by romantic dragonwings.
She was a bright and eager student, though her mind wandered during Harper classes. To this day, Kwen still has a love for the great outdoors- especially sunny, warm days. She'd skip class to go exploring, often getting into trouble with figures of authority. Her mother was told, and took a path of discipline, drilling into her the importance of having a purpose and place in the world, encouraging her to look further than her own needs and childish ambitions. Kwen did her best not to disappoint her mother, but began to chafe under her more titanic rule. Here was a woman who commanded with the tone of her voice and the power of her words, who was as charming as she was disarming. Kwen wanted to be like her, but not /her/.
She pursued herbalism as her healer specialty, as the southern continent was home to fascinating and sometimes undocumented plantlife. Helping others filled her with pride, but there was a deeper longing that not even hard work could help her ignore: seeing her mother, and witnessing the bond between her and her dear Saphraseth, tugged at her heart. When she was sixteen, her sister Kerethia Impressed green Valsieth, of Saphraseth's get. Impressed before her, for she too was a candidate on those sands.
It was hard not to feel disappointed and bitter; enduring her mother's transparent favouritism for her sister was a test of her patience and goodwill. Still, she tried her luck on the sands when the opportunity presented itself between her studies. When Saphraseth rose four Turns later, Kwen's life changed forever.
It was a small clutch, and even the dragons seemed a little smaller than usual. The last egg hatched a tiny gold- the first queen daughter Saphraseth had produced. All eyes were on the dainty creature, but she seemed more interested in gathering the pieces of her shell. The minutes ticked by as she swept them into a disorganised pile, cheeping and chirping with such a profuse joy that even her mother's worry ebbed away.
Kwen, Kwen look! Our first treasure! Will you come and take a piece for your Yhith to cherish? The shimmery, sunshine voice rippled across the young woman's mind. It was filled with such love and affection that Kwen staggered a moment, gasping in surprise.
"Yhi-yhith?" Tremulous words left her lips, and she found herself rushing forwards, wrapping her arms around the young darling baby. Tears splashed down her face, and Yhith squealed a little, amused.
Kwen, it's okay! There are lots of pieces to choose from!
The young woman laughed too.
There wasn't much training to be had at the Weyrhold. Kesyrras took the weyrlings through basic training, paying special attention to her new rider-daughter. Kwen was never free- her mother lurking in the shadows, revealing a more manipulative side the young woman had not imagined in her childhood. Kesyrras was jealous to her core, prone to setting one child against the other to amuse herself. The way Kwen saw it, having a shiny dragon had given the woman an inflated sense of entitlement- and that was not who she wanted to be.
She had to get away. She knew Yhith was more than happy to explore the world around her- they both shared that same passion for adventure. A Turn after Impression, Kwen packed her belongings, said goodbye to her father, of whom she had grown especially fond, and left.
Free at last. It was good for the first few months, but it wasn’t long until the young woman was plagued by a sense of purposelessness. She had an itch to do something, to contribute in some way to. She explored parts of the southern continent, but even her fascination for plant life didn’t keep her enthused for long. The Pernese were moving westwards, so she decided to do so as well.
Yhith yearned for dragon-company, being naturally social. Kwen went knocking on Western Weyr’s doors, offering her services as a healer in exchange for living arrangements. It worked for a while- Kwen even met a lovely healer fellow named Astirial, who held her attention more than any man had in the past. They had a few children together before she once more longed to return to a bigger world.
She compromised with the Western council: she and Yhith would return for six months a Turn, every Turn, and clutch on Western sands when she was due, in exchange for being permitted to provide remote western cotholds with medical assistance. Astirial agreed to come along- the pair forging a deeper bond as they launched their aerial healer services.
Over the course of the Turns, Kwen and Astirial had more children; Yhith returned to Western to rise and clutch. Tragedy struck them when the woman was 62, for Astirial contracted a bad fever they had been trying to cure. No amount of tending or healing care seemed to give him relief, and Kwen’s desperate efforts proved futile. Astirial does within two sevendays.
She returned to Western Weyr broken-hearted, but mustering some of her mother’s special brand cold dignity. It took her a few Turns to overcome the melancholy that swallowed her, and longer still before she could go back to healing. The presence of children and grand-children was a salve and a boon, and she found herself involving herself in family matters even when she wasn’t wanted. Nurturing others was a way of healing her own heart and soul.
Sixteen Turns ago was the end of her remote-healing career, when she was unable to halt a terrible fever from wiping out an entire cothold. Kwen struggled to shake the lingering sense of failure and disappointment, and returned to Western Weyr with the intention of never leaving again. Yhith was glad to settle at last, the western sun warm on her hide, the sand and sea a pleasure to behold from her wallow. She wrapped up her rider in her sunny warmth and endless love, and together, the two of them healed from the hurts of the past.
And yet, but three Turns ago, disaster struck once again- this time on a Pern-wide scale. The Red Star swung close enough to drop Thread. Riders scrambled to fight back, and Kwen counted herself amongst their number. Flamethrower training had been many, /many/ Turns ago, and very basic, but she did her best- as did Yhith. The two saved more than one injured comrade their first Fall. It reignited Kwen’s passion and inner fire, giving her purpose once more. Though their reactions might have slowed, they still fly with the Queen’s Wing, and have no intention of stopping anytime soon (leadership might have different ideas, however).
Other: Kwenthanas has plenty of children, grand-children and great-grand-children. If you want to play a family member, feel free to PM over Gaia or Discord (Symmetry).
DRAGON Name: Yhith Age: 87 Color: Gold Size: 42'
Physical Description: A petite and delicate gold, Yhith seems to spread sunshine and warmth wherever she goes. There is a subtle, serpentine quality to her frame and movement. She has a long, tapering muzzle, and rather long headknobs.
Personality: Delightful, pure and sweet, Yhith doesn’t have a bad or selfish bone in her body. She is bubbly and full of joy, easily able to sympathise with another’s pain. This creates an unfortunate tendency of being easily manipulated. Yhith also struggles to draw up appropriate boundaries with others. She becomes an emotional sponge, soaking up their woes until her bright, shiny little world turns all grey. She has to be told to take time to care for herself: there is not a bad or selfish bone in this dragon’s body.
Yhith is extraordinarily forgetful, even by dragon standards. She is also, much to everybody else’s chagrin, scatterbrained and easily distracted. She needs a firm hand in order to stay focused on a given task. She means well, and is very sweet- but please Yhith, for the love of Faranth, don’t just leave your meal half-finished because a rock was more interesting!
Sunny and precious, Yhith seems to have retained much of her youthful curiosity. She likes to explore and investigate her surroundings on a daily basis. Because of her poor memory, she often forgets what’s out there most days- as a consequence she likes to rediscover her weyr every so often, marvelling at nature’s beauty. Some of her favourite games involve hide and seek and ‘return that item to its rightful owner please, before we get in trouble’ (that one is more of Kwen’s devising, but it’s fun, really); she just has a really difficult time remembering where she’s put things, or if they belonged to her in the first place…
She is a calm and soothing presence, much like the waves of the ocean she adores. She has a strong maternal instinct and is especially fond of little children. Firelizards are also a great source of joy for her, but she doesn’t understand why they haven’t grown up to be much bigger. The fact that they are not dragons like herself seems to escape her notice unless it is brought up- again and again… she’s a bit simple. Her world is a bubble of bliss and ignorance equally.
Pleasant and polite, Yhith’s mindvoice is like a ray of sunshine on a beautiful spring day: filled with gentleness and hope, and radiating a certain shy innocence. She is a very social creature, and will never hesitate to strike up a conversation with even the surliest of dragons. When it comes to love, Yhith has a hard time settling down because she doesn’t want to disappoint anybody- why should love be so jealously coveted? It’s a big world out there, and everyone could use a little more love in their life!
Positive Trait List Sweet-tempered, Sunny, Serene Negative Trait List Forgetful, Easily Manipulated, Scatterbrained
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Yhith patiently awaits her awakening! <3
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Sweet Symmetry generated a random number between
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118!
Dea and #Teddy# generated a random number between
90 and 120 ...
94!
Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 4:18 am
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A white by Zaikt
Name: Riamwyn Age: 94 Nameday: 3481.04.15 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Straight Weyr: Western Weyr Rider Rank: Semi Retired Previous Rank/Craft: Apprentice Blacksmith Physical Description: Riamwyn is about 6'3, well muscled from her time as an apprentice blacksmith and than as a rider. Her hair is strawberry blonde, with little strands of silver starting to be seen here and there. Her hair goes down to her shoulders, ending in curls. She has steel grey eyes, that makes her appearance more intimidating. Even at this age, she makes sure to keep herself in good shape, no flab on her. Her clothing are practical, she sees no need in frilly clothing, so it takes some convincing for her to dress up. Personality: Riamwyn is very sure of herself, knowing she is able to deal with whatever life throws her way. Can't is not a word in her vocabulary, she believes in herself and knows the skies the limit. This confidence goes hand in hand with her courage, there is very little that scares her. Since she believes she is capable of anything, why should she fear things? Sure, Thread is not something she can control, but she can do everything she can to be prepared when dealing with it. Even though she is semi retired and a white rider, meaning she has never been in the higher altitudes, doesn't mean she can't give it her all in the queen's wing. Even down here anything can happen and she will meet every challenge head on, from delivering firestone to protecting the queens from the Thread that slips past the higher altitudes.
Her confidence extends to other people too, she truly believes in those she is close to. They always have her support, she will let them know she is always behind them in whatever they want to pursue. Other people she sees as trying and children also will get encouragement from her, she loves being there to cheer people on. She also tends to be protective of everyone around her, wanting to make sure everyone is safe. If it means taking a little more risk herself, to make it happen, then she will. This protectiveness is double for her family and dragon, she will take a hit for them, just to keep them from being hurt. She is also outspoken, not afraid to speak her mind when she has something to contribute. Even if she doesn't think anyone wants her opinion, she is sure to give it. She will speak out against injustice, though making sure she doesn't step on the toes of those in charge. And she will definitely speak out if someone is harassing her loved ones, especially her gentle white.
On the flip side, she can be hard with her criticisms, having high expectations of herself and others. She does not like seeing people making careless mistakes and she will call people out on it. She doesn't think there should be any excuses for any screw ups. She will check everything with a fine toothed comb, to make sure everything is just right. If she finds things not measuring up to her, she will make sure you are aware of it. Her outspoken nature tends to turn to sharpness when she feels someone is not good enough. She hates people who are lazy or do stupid things. Her sharp tongue will cut a person to pieces when she feels they deserve it. And she will become quite condescending if she finds you doing things she feels are stupid. Surely you should know better or she could do their job in her sleep. People should watch out, she will not hold anything back.
Her courage can also go too far as well, causing her to get reckless in situations. Since she isn't afraid of many things, she has no trouble jumping into the thick of a fight, even if chances are slim she will win. She will jump in the way of Thread, even if she knows it will probably cause her to have to be dunked right away. It is even worse when she is trying to protect others, especially her dragon. She will cover her dragon with her body in a pinch, even if it means she will loose an arm. She is also known for being quite intense, just her stare can cause some people to shrink back. She doesn't always realize that some people are afraid to approach, with the way she seems to cut people down. For those she cares about, she will get nasty with her words to protect them and they have to remind her to tone it down. She puts her all into all she does, so even her love can come across as intense. She is great to have in your corner, but watch out if you cross her path.
Positive Trait List Confident, Courageous, Protective, Outspoken, Supportive Negative Trait List Critical, Sharp tongued, Condescending, Intimidating, Reckless History: Riamwyn was born the oldest child of four, born of a gold rider and a bronze rider in High Reaches. While her mother was always supportive and a sweet person, her father was a stern man. He expected all of his children to go into crafts that were respectable and what he felt was appropriate for their gender. The young girl always felt like she wasn't good enough, she felt he expected more from her than anyone else because she was the eldest. However, she had fallen in love with everything to do with the forge and making things on it. She would go and watch the blacksmiths at work and knew that was what she wanted to do. Even though she knew her father disapproved because he felt it was man's work, she became an apprentice blacksmith. As much as she missed her mother, it was nice to get out from under her father's constant derision of her choices while being at the Smithcrafthall.
She continued in her craft until she was old enough to stand, then she returned home. She became a candidate and put everything she could into being the best she could be. Being the daughter of a gold and bronze rider meant a lot of people expected great things from her. Her father expected her to be a gold rider, like her mother. He thought all of his children would be metallic riders, he would not tolerate any other colors. She stood for the next two turns, until the one day her life changed again. A baby white had gotten stuck in her shell, trying to get help. Having told the mother of her trapped baby, she watched as the baby was released from the confines of her shell. The white was a lovely sight, even if Riamwyn knew most of the Weyr scoffed at the poor thing. She hoped that whoever that white called her rider would be worthy of such a precious girl and could protect her. As if the white made her way through the candidates hesitantly, it soon came to her. She felt it nose her and when she looked down, a rainbow filled the little dragon's eyes and she had her precious Milliath at her side. When she headed for the area to feed her white, she looked up in the stands to see her mother beaming and her father turn his back on her.
She spent the next turn training with Milliath, her mother keeping in contact with her and her siblings. To them, she was still family and they didn't care what color she rode. Her father had pretty much disowned her, he didn't even pass messages through the rest of his family. It didn't help that many of her fellow Weyrlings and many others she encountered seemed to look down on her for being a whiterider as well. As much as she loved most of her family, she vowed that as soon as she could and felt it was right, she would leave High Reaches behind and transfer to Western. So while protecting her delicate white, she worked through her Weyrlinghood. Then because she felt a duty to her home Weyr, she stayed for the next five turns after that, even if she knew she would be dealing with a lot of the looks and judgement.
When she turned twenty two turns old, she put in for her transfer to the more friendly Western Weyr. She promised her mother she would stay in touch, before she left. She felt right at home when she got to Western, the weather was wonderful and she felt less judged. She liked how people had to earn their ranks here, color did not make one better than another. She helped her wing with sweeps and did her all in drills. Also, she fell in love with someone and they raised a family together. She made sure to give her children the support she lacked from her own father, she didn't care what color they rode. Things were going very well for her, even if she was a white rider, because she was more accepted here. And true to her word, she kept in contact with her mother and siblings, along with the few friends she had made in High Reaches.
It seemed all was going well, until Thread began to fall once more. Even though she was too old to be in a fighting wing, she decided she would help the Queen's wing for as long as she was able. She wasn't going to let Thread hurt others, not if she could help it anyway. Of course, she worries for her children and grandchildren who are riders, knowing they are in harm's way. It may just be running stone and helping the gold riders, but she puts her all into it. She knows she is lucky to have a healthy family and a weyrmate who is still alive and kicking, so she wants to help keep it that way.
Other: She has a weyrmate and five children (probably some grandchildren by now too).
DRAGON Name: Milliath Age: 78 Color: White Size: 14 Physical Description: Even though she is on the smaller side of average for a white, her rider makes sure she is in the best health she can be. Milliath is very graceful, able to turn quickly and maneuver as well in the sky and on land. Her limbs are sleek and though she may not have the stamina of other dragons, she makes the most of her speed and agility. Personality: Milliath is such a timid dragon, known to be afraid to speak her mind. She is seen as a push over, allowing others to tell her what to do and criticize her. She will not object or defend herself, even if it is not very nice. This is a dragon who doesn't like to make waves, she feels it is better to keep the peace. If someone, including her rider, tries to come to her rescue, she will try to get them to back down. She also gets scared when it comes to doing things, including fighting Thread. The little white questions herself, wondering if she can really do things that others say she can. She is a very delicate dragon, she doesn't take critique too well.
However, she will always try her best for those she cares about, especially her rider. She is loyal to a fault, making sure everyone is doing well and taken care of. She loves her Weyr, wanting to do all she can to help the people who gave her and her rider to shine. While she may not be sure of herself for most things, she does know she is a pretty white. She is sure in her flying and how graceful she is. She loves keeping herself looking good, so that she shows off her best sides. She is also quite a cheerful dragon, always willing to turn frowns upside down. If she can get people to smile, she feels it is worth it. Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Coming soon, courtesy of this thread biggrin
Will put character sheet in here later today or soon. Will be Riamwyn of White Milliath.
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A gold by Zaikt
Qualified for an Oldbie! Name: Amalteia Age: 112 Nameday: 3463.13:08 Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Eh! Weyr: High Reaches Weyr Rider Rank: Retired Previous Rank/Craft: Master Astronomer Physical Description: Tall and willowy with large lavender eyes. She never possessed a very womanly figure, despite being fine-boned. She has olive skin and dark hair that’s gone silvery. She has a small scar on her forehead where she hit a corner of a table too hard as a small child, and scars on her thighs and knees from Harpiath.
Personality: Amalteia is a quiet but kind woman, and now that she has nothing but time on her hands, she does her best to make the most of it. There’s a restlessness in her soul, a desire to do something that she can never quite put her finger on. In efforts to satiate this longing, she always seems to be working, and can push herself too hard out of her desire to keep busy. Being bored just doesn’t suit her. Amalteia has always been soft spoken, and radiates a quiet strength to her--a will of steel sheathed in velvet. No matter how grim the situation, no matter how dark the day seems, she knows the sun will always rise. She always seems to stay on the positive side of stubborn, and is not the type to give up on something just because it is difficult or painful.
Though her days of being at the forefront of things has long past, Amalteia is still a protector at heart. She cannot directly join her fellows in the fight, but, she can (and does) take those who need it under her wing. She also will not hesitate to command the attention of any she has to in order to correct a situation, utilizing all of her standing as an elder goldrider. This does not mean she interferes with leadership or how things are running--more that she will forcibly shed light on hidden problems, if she thinks it’s necessary.
For all her strength, however, Amalteia is a distant person. Turns and Turns ago, she promised her heart to someone--and when they died, they took her heart with them. The loss has not faded for her much at all, and to this day, she often looks almost jealously on young love while carefully guarding her own tenderness. She has a tendency to daydream, often dreaming up a new way her life could have gone--and when pulled from it, shows rare moments of upset.
Though she may not be the most educated person on Pern, at her age, she has a lot of life experience to share. The wisdom of time offers her much insight, and she’s happy to share what she’s learned with those she feels might benefit from it.
Positive Trait List Resolute, Wise, Protective Negative Trait List Heartbroken, Restless, Longing
History: Born at minor hold on the Southern Continent, Amalteia love for the stars was prevalent even as a young child. Watching them shimmering over the oceans at night always filled her with a sense of wonder, and she often dreamed of finding out all there was to know about them. Her heart was set on going to the Starcraft Hall at Landing, and once she was old enough, she intended to travel there right away. That was before a dragonrider came in Search from Southern Weyr and managed to convince her to come Stand as a Candidate, first. There were eggs on the stand due to hatch any day now, and they didn’t have as much of a selection as they would like. Amalteia agreed, and was whisked away.
The eggs did indeed begin to hatch only a few days after her arrival, and one in particular seemed to be having a touch of difficulty. The side the dragonet was attempting to break out from was being blocked by another egg, and soon, the indignation and outrage emanating from the baby within was palpable to all the Candidates present. After what felt like forever, a sleek little gold burst from the shell, red-eyed and bugling her fury. Her egg blocking her own was given a mighty thwack for daring to impede her, and the rampage began. The angry queen slashed at anyone foolish enough to be even remotely close to her, even charging a few of them with her wings spread wide.
Amalteia quickly and quietly moved out of the gold’s path, but it wasn’t enough. The hatchling managed to catch her legs with her razor-sharp claws, and the pair of them nearly fell down together. Despite the pain, the young woman drew herself up, and found herself lost in a swirl of rainbow hues that seemed to sink right into her soul. She could feel the queen’s anger, her upset--and her lament that she had hurt Hers so.
The next few Turns were a whirlwind, and once the pair was deemed able to fly and go Between safely, they traveled to Landing, where Amalteia began to study Starcraft. She was fully immersed in her studies, and did not leave Landing until she had walked the tables as a Journeyman Astronomer. She wished to follow the stars across the seas to track their movements, and ended up meeting a bronzerider named L’er. He came from a family of sailors, and offered to help her navigate in her travels. Though originally uncertain, he managed to talk her into it, and Harpiath was keenly interested in his bronze Bostauth.
The pair traveled all over Pern together, and even if they drifted apart on occasion to fulfill separate goals, they always stayed in touch. Amalteia and L’er eventually pledged themselves to one another, and for many Turns, they were happy. Amalteia became a Master Astronomer after Turns of hard work and dedication, having never lost her wonder with the stars always shimmering above them at night. She had all she could have ever asked for, but it was not meant to last forever.
Unexpectedly, L’er suffered a heart attack and Bostauth threw himself Between. Amalteia’s perfect world found itself shattered beyond repair and left her reeling. The woman fell into a deep depression, listlessly floating through the next few Turns without purpose. Harpiath tolerated this grief for some time before intervening, forcing the woman to get up and do something with her life if only to stay busy. After wandering for a time, the pair eventually found themselves at High Reaches. Though the lifestyle was much different than anything they’d experienced before, Amalteia was able to easily lose herself in routine of constantly working and practicing drills. By the time Thread returned, both woman and dragon were too old to do anything but minimally assist, and both grieved at the losses suffered.
To this day, Amalteia can still be found staring wistfully up at the stars at night, dreaming of the love she lost far too soon.
Other: Amalteia probably had a few children with L’er, keeping that vague for any plotting shenanigans in the future! Being unaffiliated for the first half of her life, Harpiath likely clutched at Southern Weyr until relocating to High Reaches.
DRAGON Name: Harpiath Age: 95 Turns Color: Gold Size: 46' Physical Description: In her youth Harpiath was sleek and almost delicate looking, though her feet and talons have always been large and pronounced. Another thing that has never been small about her are her powerful wing shoulders, still muscular in her old age, which have made her wings never quite fold up neatly, making her appear wider than she is. In her older turns, she has put on a notable weight that rests in her belly and haunches, bunching up around the base of her tail when she rests back on it.
Personality: Harpiath is a force of nature, and everyone knows it. She's a bold, vocal queen who isn’t afraid to tear someone apart with her words, and likely used her claws as well when she was much younger. She knows what’s best (so she thinks), and is often impatient when it comes to expressing it. For as cranky and snappy as she can be, Harpiath has a soft spot for young dragons and their riders, and is easily distracted from her grousing if one comes looking for advice or conversation. Having once been a strong, beautiful thing, she absolutely resents that Thread chose to return now, when she and her rider are far too old to do anything about it!
Secretly, the old queen is quite lonely, but would never dare to admit to such a thing. She might not be able to fly as well as she used to, but she’s just as fiery as ever! It wounds her hearts to see these young pairs dying to protect Pern while she can do nothing but watch, and her tender side often emerges when she goes to visit the wounded as well. They’d best do as their told and get well, or she’ll be back to give them a stern talking to!
Though her joints hurt her more often than not these days, Harpiath still carries herself with the dignity befitting a queen, and sees herself as an example to be followed. Just… don’t tell her otherwise, or she’ll make the full force of her displeasure known.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: This thread here!
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Short, dark brown hair with white dominating her temples Blue eyes Medium brown skin Many random scars; each one has a story that may or may not be true 5'7" Wiry and sprightly; elegant hands Likes very flowy, lightweight dresses and boots
Personality:There are two activities that Tifin loves to engage in more than any others: mixing drinks and playing pranks. She is quite meticulous and curious even when it's not required of her, spending equal time looking for shortcuts that don't sacrifice work quality and ways to better understand how people operate. Despite that, she doesn't much use her inventive brain to benefit others, preferring to keep discoveries to herself unless she is directly asked to share her thoughts.
Tifin's pranks are never malicious and rarely even embarrassing. She just likes to have fun and make sure that others are having it too, especially these days. If you need a bit of a chuckle, she is more than happy to dye half of your hair blue or glue that bronzerider's mustache trimmings to her lip. Maybe even too happy to do so.
History:As a young weyrbrat, Tifin didn't think much about being a wingrider. She was far more interested in working toward becoming a vintner... or a healer. Or neither. Or both. After much deliberation, she headed to Southern Hold at the ripe old age of nine to study as a mixologist—the best of both worlds, in her childish opinion—and she took to it like a runner to running.
Circumstances of Impression go here! I'm not sure if she will be coming home to Western to visit her rider parents and stand while she's there or stand somewhere else and eventually transfer back. I'll edit this stuff when gold birthplace things are decided. All I know for sure is that she was sixteen at the time and got back to Western as soon as she was able.
A handful of years passed after that, during which Tifin and Twennoth settled in as Western riders. They did all that was expected of them and occasionally more, growing into a diligent pair that rarely caused trouble. It was terribly boring. One night while leaving early from a Feast, Tifin was asked to drop a friend's broken necklace off in her weyr. Tif accidentally left it in the wrong one, and in the chaos that followed the next morning, a trickster was born. She started small, swapping items of similar importance just to see how people reacted, but her love of causing the chuckles had her escalating to such activities as making fart noises around off-duty authority figures and fashioning helmets out of old pans.
I would like her to have had her kid during Twennoth's flight, since she's ace and wasn't particularly interested otherwise, but when she was 51, she gave birth to Gelfin, the only other creature she loved as much as Twennoth. Gel'n grew up to be a bluerider, and he was more akin to Tifin's best friend than her son. He was struck down by Thread two years ago, coincidentally also at 51, and Tif has only recently regained her spirit. She has a little more white in her hair than she once did, and she moves a little slower, but she's much the same woman that she was seventy years back.
Name:Twennoth Age:88 miles per hour Color:Gold Size:47'
Physical Description:Twennoth is a large and stocky gold, likely intimidating to those who aren't familiar with her. Her neck is thick, her back legs are significantly shorter than her front, and her resting expression is more frowny than she would prefer. Her eyes are usually blue or green to compensate, though she learned long ago not to mimic human smiles in an effort to endear herself to weyrbrats. They make her look positively terrifying.
Personality:Grounded is the first word most people think of when they're looking to describe Twennoth. She is kind but stern, almost incapable of making a joke, which is probably why she appreciates the hijinks of others. Years of being bound to Tifin have given her a sense of humor of a sort, though it usually only manifests itself in strange, impromptu contests, like who can sit on the most rocks or name the greatest number of dragons whose names start with B.
She is a good listener and she wants to listen, so much so that she will hound people she thinks are in need of her ear until they tell her something significant. Tifin is one of the few who can reliably call her off, interrupting with a distracting story or problem of her own.
Positive Trait List:welcoming, stable, appreciative of humor Negative Trait List:competitive about weird things, also pushy, can be intimidating
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