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Name: Martirae
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Ain't nobody got time for that
Craft: Starcraft - Infested Terran Cartographer
Rank: Apprentice Jr Weyrwoman
Location: Western Weyr High Reaches
Physical Description: Marty is a dark skinned girl with dark, burning eyes, and dark hair. 'Dark' is a good way to describe the young woman. She has vitiligo which is extra striking against her dark skin.
Personality: Martirae may not have a knife, but she will cut you. This hard-shelled young woman has a well sharped blade for a tongue and she doesn't use it to mince words. There is no reason to use plentiful, delicate words, when two pointed, mean words will get the point across. She will not hold your hand, she will not coddle you when you fail, and she does not want you to extend a hand to help her when she eats dirt. Martirae is self-sufficient and to get where she wants to be, she has to accept nothing but the best. That means from you, that means from herself. Being soft means destruction - she just isn't going to be the one who walks over you.

Marty may not be soft, but she's not cruel. She is a firm believer in tough love, and while she will not coddle you to do your best, and believes you need to do you best, she will not kick you while you're down. She will stand by and only offer assistance when she absolutely feels that you need it. Through this tough love, others should learn to stand on their own feet. By not letting you do your best on your own, Marty thinks she's done you no favors.

Underneath the hard shell is a soft girl who has tucked away feelings of inadequacy and rejection from her abandonment by her father. While those she keeps close will not gain any extra favors or hand-holding, they will gain a sharp tongue and a strong fist that will risk her own physical harm on your behalf - just not when you ask. While Marty is not an attack dog, she is a guard dog and whispered words or cruel acts towards those she cares for will be dealt with firmly. Cruelty towards herself is dealt with even more promptly and there is no room for backpedaling or apologies: Repent or suffer.

Like a train (or whatever our Pernese equivalent would be), Marty charges forward and doesn't stop for anything - whether you're ready for her or not.

History:
Martirae's mother was a Cartographer who had a dream about a map - a large, detailed, comprehensive map. This is a dream that Martirae carries on inside of her now that her mother has passed - and has held it firmly for nearly 8 turns now. After her mother died, a long, drawn out, horrible, and traumatic affair with a horrible disease, her father left to go establish himself in Fort Weyr to 'move the family' away from bad memories.

He never came back. There is no evidence at Fort Weyr that the Bluerider is there. Many would be quick to guess that following the loss of his lifelong love, he may have given up on living entirely. Marty has held onto the notion that her dad is out there - and she has built up the spite and emotional strength needed to face him when they finally meet face to face. At least, she hopes so.

She has bidden her time carefully to forge herself out of fire and iron - a woman as young as she is can't travel far without being prepared, especially on her own.

Other: Is Marty's dad somewhere to be found? Maybe. Haven't decided if she'll get to sock him or if she'll find her quest fruitless.

Marty inherited her mother's work - she currently has a rather detailed map of the tunnels and layout of the entire Weyr - every...single...room. To scale. She has a lot of angry time on her hands.

Marty is super-sensitive about illness. You bet the healers see her for every minor cold or fever. You don't watch Mom go out and not have some hang-ups about that.  

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Gold Anakumath
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Origin of Name: The name Anakumath derives from the Meles anakuma, a Japanese badger. These badgers, known as Mujina were often given similar abilities in Japanese folklore to the racoon dog or Tanuki, and the fox. Mujina would appear as beautiful but promiscuous women, causing all manner of trouble for mortal men.

Inspiration: Hufflepuff

The Noble House of Hufflepuff is a bastion of equality and freedom, the House of Helga Hufflepuff who is quoted as saying that she would "take the lot, and teach them all." None were considered unworthy by the House's founder, but there are particular personality traits that are valued among members of the Hufflepuff House. Among these are hard work, loyalty, patience, dedication, and a particular sense of fair play. It is these qualities that make for a true and noble wizard or witch, and they are indeed fine qualities in any person or being.

Among some of the most recognized and distinguished members of Hufflepuff House are the Magizoologist Newton Scamander, Arithmancer Bridget Wenlock, and former Minister for Magic Artemisia Lufkin. Remarkably, Hufflepuff House has spawned the fewest of all dark wizards to graduate from its ranks. It is rare indeed that a former Hufflepuff will turn to the bad, and notable when it does occur. Hufflepuff House was noted during the Battle of Hogwarts, when Harry Potter faced off against the Dark Lord Voldemort, demonstrating exceptional bravery as well as unsurpassed loyalty to the cause.

Personality: If ever there was a "salt of the Earth" type dragon, that esteemed title would belong to Anakumath. She is noble, valorous, and among the most hardworking Queens one might ever hope to meet. There is never a dragon too dark for the likes of Anakumath, who genuinely believes that even the hardest hearts can be turned. There is a grain of goodness in all, and it is her quest to find it, and to nourish it.

She is a terribly sweet creature, filled to the utter brim with love and devotion. In her noble hearts, everyone deserves to be loved and cherished. Anakumath has the ability to provide the shoulder for a grieving other to cry upon, and at the same time words of encouragement, and common sense. Buck up, sweet, for the moons and stars await you! A little hard work and some determination will go a long way.

Kind to her core, she is nonetheless a stubborn creature. If she has taken it into her head to take on a cause, good luck getting her to back down. She wants nothing more than to quiet all of the hurts and pains of those around her, starting with her clutch siblings and cousins. The darklings among them will find themselves pulled close to Anakumath's beating hearts, and treasured for their incredible worth. Hush now, all will be well.

A store of deep patience resides within this Queen. It would suit her well to climb to some position of responsibility, for then she would be able to use her influence for greater good. However, that is not to say that she wishes to unseat anyone in her pursuit of fairness and equality. Rather, she would like to earn a place for herself, and grow into a role that is suitable for her. Along the way she will tend particularly to her Blue, Green, and White kin, wanting nothing so much as to sooth them, and to provide them with solace.

However, she is not a rebel. She does not look for unrest, and has a great loyalty toward her granddame, Eveleth. The proper way of things shall be observed, of course, but might she not tarry for a moment to ensure that all are well? She has a strong sense of duty, and will not shirk from anything required of her... perhaps to her own detriment. It is easy for Anakumath to disappear into the background, for she has never sought out a spotlight. Furthermore, she is quite anxious and she struggles with the attention that being a gold naturally draws.

Additionally, Anakumath can be a bit... overbearing. Enough is enough. Not everyone will take kindly to Anakumath's attempts to polish up their dark natures, nor to her efforts to turn them to her way of thinking. And indeed, it is sometimes condescending of a Queen to play house with chromatic dragons, particularly when she seems to have no intention of destroying the status quo. Yet she believes that even in a small way she can make up for that lack and will try her hardest.

Positive Traits: True, Patient, Kind
Negative Traits: Workaholic, Obsessive, Self-deprecating, Anxious

Adult Size: 42'
Physical Attributes: A small, quite round Gold, Anakumath packs a powerful punch for her size. Her wings are large for her diminutive stature, and she is rather sturdy. She will always be inclined toward plumpness, no matter how hard her rider works to rid her of any baby fat.

Additional Notes: Poor Anakumath will probably fall in love with any sly devil who makes her believe that she can change him. However, she's just as likely to fall in love for each such fellow that comes her way. Whether she ever settles down remains to be seen. In Flights, Anakumath will prefer midday, as mornings are not her friend.

Theme Song: Never Give Up by Sia
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Why Me? Was there ever really anyone better suited for being a strong protector than Martirae? The girl might not have been most people's pick for Hufflepuff, but Anakumath wanted her immediately. It was just so hard to come out of hiding to get her. What they have in common is an exceptional work ethic, and in fact an inclination to overwork themselves. But Marty need never fear being alone again, or having a strong supporter. This little Queen will love her to the moons and back. They are, and always will be, family.

 

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The Touching

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There. It hadn't been too hard to recompose herself. At least, Marty was sure she had reeled it all back in the time it took to circle Rhianth's clutch. A few interesting minds, some ever watchful, some excited to simply be, and some with a bit more bite and pull. It was good. They were spirited, and Marty? She felt a bit better after Sectumsempra's outburst. That left one egg in this clutch to visit, and with that, the young woman rested a palm on Hufflepuff.

Hello. Staying in the back so we can visit all the others first? or perhaps it simply didn't want to be the center of attention.

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Hufflepuff Egg

Oh. It. No, it wasn't... it. Oh dear. Yes, it wasn't very important... and didn't need to be first. Why would it be? There were so many wonderful eggs between the two clutches, and surely she might visit them. It tried hard to be worthy, but sometimes it was a little exhausting. Just now, the egg was a little tired. Especially after the emotional outburst its sibling had made. Was she sure that she wanted to be there? It... she could move on, if she felt pressured to go somewhere she didn't wish.

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Yes. She...did have a lot more to see, didn’t she? Marty gave Hufflepuff a fond pat before moving on.

The Hatching

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Wibble.

Wobble.

... Wooh.

No. Too much! A crack was heard throughout the (mostly) empty Hatching Sands.

A terribly worried yellow eye peered out. It was impossible to tell what lay within the egg, but whatever it was, it was not quite ready to leave the sanctuary of its shell.

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Oh dear! There were so many! The yellow eye got... even more more yellow, if that were possible. And then it paled. Oh dear!

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Anxiety radiated from the little egg, the yellow eye briefly whirling with a hint of green. No. It wasn't ready. It wasn't fun out there. But there was someone who was thinking such nice thoughts at it, and the baby gave a creel again.

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Once Upon a Dream Bronze almost seemed to approach the other bronze, but a creel caught his attention. Eyes going yellow, he immediately ignored the other and trotted over to find the source of pain and worry.

Don't be frightened!

He went over to the egg, and put a little wing over the stranger. It was okay! He was here! Nothing bad would happen while he was here. A gentle little reassuring croon, and the bronze sat down, ever vigilant, to wait with the anxious egg.

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Between the loving, familiar thoughts and the wing spread over its shell, the baby inside of the Hufflepuff egg was feeling a little better. Better enough that the crack in the shell widened. With a ponderous, lopsided roll, the egg broke open. From beneath the obscuring shell emerged a pale snout. Followed by a dark brown clawed paw. Curiously enough, there seemed to be a faint shimmer to what little hide was visible.

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And then the little eyes that had begun to whirl with happier hues turned yellow again. There had been love, but also rejection, from a set of thoughts, and the dragonet did not know what to do. Dithering, ducking behind the shell again, the Hufflepuff baby called for Papa.

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Kronoseth did not hesitate when the cry came out. He shifted away from Rhianth and carefully, ever so carefully, moved so he could be near the Hufflepuff Egg. There, there... Daddy's here. Not ready to come out and meet everyone yet? He leaned down to tenderly nuzzle the broken egg. Though his eyes had tints of red, they were nothing but blue-green for the baby within.

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The little baby cuddled up fully against Papa's face, pressing close for comfort. Another little creel escaped the infant, who peered past Papa for a moment, peeking one yellow eye out.... and then hid completely. No, not yet.

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O_O!!!

Impression had been made, and perhaps now that everyone was paying attention to a very handsome cousin, the little Hufflepuff crept out from behind Papa. Padding lightly from her safety, the little queen began to make her way toward the girls.

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"Well, I'd be only the best for the best." Iathe was perhaps too kind with her assessment, but it balanced Roana's judgement quite nicely. It would take more than a little scorn to upset the woman, though there was a significant lack of warmth to her features to tell how she felt either which way. "Mmmm, I need that stick there to keep all the dead bodies from falling over," she stated dismissively with a wave of her hand, clearly unbothered.

Especially with someone a touch more exciting than a jabbing statement coming over. "I wouldn't have invited you if I hadn't thought you'd be welcomed," Marty greeted Zyamel, her attention running between her growing posse to peer between the three women she stood with, and the growing group out on the sands. The bronzes were given an appropriate amount of appraisal, despite the impossibility. The two greens were given perhaps an extra helping of attention more....but oddly it was the brown father on the sands that stirred up Marty's heart in a way.

Is she okay? Is Marty truly okay!?

She was fine. Fine. That sentiment had unexpectedly jabbed at an end when she hadn't expected it. Reel it in. It's fine.

Of course, it was easy to be distracted when a certain bronze paced the sands to pick theirs out. How nice. At the sight of Hufflepuff beginning her rounds, Marty couldn't help but nudge Iathe with a knowing smile.

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he little, round baby seemed to be making a beeline for a particular group of girls. Was it... Zyamel? ... No, not Zyamel. Was it Iathe? ... No... no, not Iathe. Was it... Roana? No.

Staring between them all, she finally looked up into Martirae's eyes. Oh! there she was!

Relieved that her long search had at last yielded results, the baby placed a paw delicately onto Marty's knee. That seemed to exhaust her, for the time being, but when she turned her gaze back up, her eyes were whirling with a rainbow of colors.

Martirae, your Anakumath is sorry. It took so very long to find you, but if... if you don't want to be mine, I will understand. There are so many who are better. Who would, perhaps, be better suited the fierce, proud woman.

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As the gold drew closer, Marty couldn't help but pass another purposeful look at the girls she stood with. Zyamel certainly was hoping for something a bit more...green, but Iathe. Iathe was definitely a fair option. And in fact, as the little gold looked the young woman over, Marty was more certain of it than she'd been in her entire life.

Yet the touch against her knee nearly caused Marty to step back - like an ingrained warning to not get in the way of any baby. But when she looked from Iathe down to the lovely gold, she found that it wasn't Iathe who was being looked at. It was her. Martirae herself had eyes whirling with rainbows turned up at her.

It was as though the world had been pulled right out from underneath her feet. Every ounce of worry that poured into her had the woman reaching out with both hands to grasp that perfect, beautiful, golden head, dropping down on a knee like a knight before her lady to lean her head against that of such a magnificent being. Maybe it was simply a will power that kept her from falling into tears, or it was a fear that if she cried, this sweet, worried darling of a dragon - her dragon - would think it her fault.

"There is no better, beloved," there was no murmur, no doubt, and all would hear her say it. There was no hiding those words. "You are worth every moment of waiting, and as much as I am yours, you are mine." Her hands idly stroked the knobs of Anakumath's head as she unwound that knot of every feeling of want that had been glued down into place over all of this time. There was want in her heart, and if Anakumath had been expecting there to be none left for her - she was sorely mistaken.

Resting her head against the woman's shoulder as she kneeled, the rainbows of impression gave way to a perpetual shade of yellow, which bled into flecks of green, and then purple as love and want were poured into the newly formed bond between girl and gold. Anakumath could not argue with the downpour of love she was given - and Marty would make sure she never did.

 

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