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[Mewsings of An Angel]

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[Mewsings of An Angel]

Name: Kieza
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Craft: None.
Rank: Weyrling
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description:

Hair: Dark Brown. Wavy, to just below her shoulders.
Eye: Green
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Height: 5'8 and still growing.
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: Average. Chubby in thighs, but has well-toned muscles.

Personality:

Kieza is a very timid person, tending to retreat into her shell when around large crowds. However, when need-be she will stand up for her friends and what she believes in. She's very lion-hearted, but lacks much of the drive necessary to keep the attitude going. Certainly with time, she will grow to be less shy around others and join in to whatever activities are occurring. However, for now she has chosen to be the recluse and watch the happenings with curious eyes.

Kieza may seem to be a bit of a dimglow, but those green eyes see all that happens around her and she learns from others' mistakes, even if she was not involved. In this way, she self-taught herself around her family farm how to help with the animals, or how to plant crops in just the right way as to make them bud without their roots tangling. To be able to help with even the smallest of tasks gives her great pleasure, even if people are none the wiser to her help.

When she is not busy around the farm, she takes time to sit still and breathe and daydream. She had heard many tales of the feats of the dragonriders while visiting Harper Hall with her brothers when they delivered goods, and at times, she would want to ask them to repeat the tale just so she could remember as much as possible. It scared her and made her heart beat with glee to think of the fights with Thread, and the gruesome waves of destruction the Thread left in their raining wake.

It was when she brought the tales home with her in her mind, that she would think on them. There were so many tales, some where the Dragonriders were victorious and some where casualties occurred. They terrified her and filled her with a strange sense of pride - these were men and women like her who were giving their lives to protect people like her who could do little but hide.
She would sometimes close her eyes and daydream about herself up there fighting, being filled with courage and terrible fear. Her great imagination filled her with a desire for the impossible, for the improbable: She wanted to become a Dragonrider!

She also has a quick mind, and deft hands and always seemed to have a talent with the animals, able to soothe their minds and find their woes. She loves working with any animals, and was sometimes known to bring animals home whom she would find abroad with some form of injury and bring them back to one hundred percent and then release them back out. Her father never told her no, or even bother to give her a stern look about the animals, he would just sigh and a quick smile would form upon his haggard face at the beam of joy it brought his daughter.

Despite her being the shy type, Kieza is quite confident in what actions she takes, even if they prove to backfire in her face. If they do, she shrugs it off, and learns not to do it that way again. Call it a painful learning experience.

History:

Being the only daughter to a cotholder near the High Reaches wasn't easy, but Kieza knew it would lead her to better things. And she was glad for it. She learned many things, starting from when she was very small through her puberty, and even now. Her parents, Ilshar and Amara were the best thing in her life, along with her two older brothers, Azkir and Freil, who watched her so carefully, always very fold of their little sister.

When her mother fell ill, Kieza wasn't sure what to do. Her father wasn't sure either, and fell into a depressive state, leaving her and her brothers to take care of crops and animals. It was not long after that her mother finally passed. Everything seemed to dim in Kieza's world, and even she herself lost the will to smile and be happy. She felt a twinge of regret, like she could have done something to save her mother, but she knew it was never possible.

Her mother was buried, and life seemed to go on moving. They took care of the crops, and tended the animals. On and on and on... Two years past, and she found herself rebuking this sullen life, wanting something different.

Kieza wasn't sure what to do, longing to be up in those skies like all the famous dragonriders from stories she was told while sitting on her father's knee near the hearth every evening while she was small. But perhaps it was not possible.

When she turned seventeen Turns, however, her wish was granted. After coming home from the fields, she saw an extraordinary sight. A dragon outside her house, and a dragonrider speaking with her startled father. When she and her brothers came closer, the rider turned his attention to her. He didn't have to say a word, for she felt her heart leap from her chest, and she crowed with joy. Freedom! Freedom at last! Her brothers hugged her tightly, happy for her, and happy for what she would become hopefully. Her father, on the other hand, was sullen, distressed. She hugged him tightly, telling him to keep up hopes, and she would see him soon.

After that, she found herself where she always dreamed to be: On the shoulders of a dragon, flying through the clouds toward High Reaches Weyr.

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A Hatching!
It was everything she could have dreamed of. And would have nightmares about. But it granted her the one thing her heart had strove for. And it came in the form of a small green dragon who killed another candidate. But Kieza would never fault her for doing what a dragon does. No one would fault her.

Other: She has a way with animals, a very calm nature that seems to calm them as well.
 

[Mewsings of An Angel]

Green Suwayeth
Written by Masterharper & Fated Fable
Colored by ShinosBee



Junior Weyrling

Origin of Name: In Kuranko language, the term for witchcraft is suwa'ye, which refers to "extraordinary powers".

Inspiration: The term witch can be traced back to Old English wicca, masculine, or wicce, feminine, or alternatively to the verb wiccian, meaning to bewitch. However, journeying farther backwards into its etymological roots leaves one with many questions, as there is no clear cut answer. It is evident that the word was derived from an Indo-European root words however there are numerous possibilities regarding what form that might have taken. A clear underpinning between all known candidates is the tie to the sacred and the powerful.

A witch, then, is a practitioner of that awesome power, whether conscious or otherwise. One view of the witch was clarified by E.E. Evans-Pritchard, who explained that during his studies in Africa he found that witches were not always believed to be aware of their abilities or status as a witch. However, it is to be noted that this differs from the European notion of a witch. Undoubtedly that is heavily influenced by the Judeo-Christian view of the witch as being an evil entity. However, in spite of the hysteria surrounding witches during certain chapters of European history, it is known fact that pagan beliefs and witches themselves by far predate the belief system that led to the alleged demise of many such individuals.

It is from the European folklore that we have drawn the inspiration for the Witch, particularly leaning on the archetype of the hag. This character is prevalent in numerous fairy tales, such as Hansel and Gretel, and it is clear that the motivation behind their inclusion is as a precautionary tale meant to warn children away from certain behaviors. The figure of the witch in these tales is so outlandish and fanciful that it bears little resemblance to the medicine men and women of historic times. It is also the blueprint for many of the villains that we know and love from modern day depictions of those tales.

Personality: Most people are at least moderately concerned about what the world thinks of them. Those people, however, are not Suwayeth. This Green is an individual, and refuses to be bound by the ideals of a society that just does not get her. However, she is terribly good at getting what she needs out of it. She has a very deft way of drawing what she desires out of a situation or person, carefully pulling strings until the right one gives. While she is fully capable of directly influencing a situation, she is more inclined to sit back and let matters unfold as they will, inserting this comment here, and letting slip with that little tidbit there, until everything is as it should be. At least to this little Green's view.

When she is away from the social world that seems to put an extra strain upon her, Suwayeth blossoms with abundant interest in the natural beauty of Pern. Ever curious about what this herb or that flower does, she'll be quick to ask her rider or find someone who does know if Hers does not. She has a good memory for details like that, and would be a decent healer if she were not a dragon. Her love of the calm and the quiet is equally matched by her absolute detestation for crowds. She's not a big fan of being part of a Wing, although she is well aware that she won't be able to escape that necessity. It's not that she's bad at working in groups so much as that she suffers from a degree of social anxiety.

While she is capable of warmth, she tends to hold others at arm's length, rather less interested than they might be in establishing close bonds. Perhaps this is because she has an extra strong bond to her rider, or perhaps it is because she finds it difficult to relate to others. She understands them well enough to sway them if she must, but she doesn't know what to think about them. It seems as though she's trying to cross a bridge to reach them, and it's honestly a major undertaking.

Deep down, deep, deep down, it may just be that Suwayeth is nervous about being in public. As clever as she is, she just doesn't like to be in the spotlight, and it's very difficult to completely avoid such a thing when one is as brightly colored as she. Also, she is more than capable of completing the tasks required of her as a wingrider, but she wants so much more. Not in terms of ambition, for she is not interested in becoming the leader of anything, but in terms of knowledge. She wants to know the world inside and out. That would surely help to ease her weaknesses, and she cannot be weak. It's so hard to let others in, and harder still to let them see her faults. In order to keep others at a distance, she makes sure that they know how unwelcome they are with cutting glares and a wickedly sharp tongue.

Positive Traits: Wise, Creative, Independent
Negative Traits: Aloof, Scornful, Manipulative

Adult Size: 22
Physical Attributes: This dark caped bright Green skulks through life, keeping low to the ground or hiding behind clouds. She is long of body and limb for her size, which is on the smaller side of average.
Additional Notes: Suwayeth doesn't have many special friends, except Branchath, but she does have special enemies. Vedmath is out to get her, and he can keep his big nose out of her business! Adores flowers, and just generally loves plant life of any kind. Might actually be seen frolicking from time to time. One thing to be noted is that she is a VENGEFUL goddess, and will not be tamed by any man.

Theme Song: Witch's Rune S. J. Tucker by Fallout Boy

Why Me? In the depths of her heart, Suwayeth is a creature of nature, and Kieza calls to that. From her early childhood experience, Kieza will be able to share with Suwayeth. The Green has done things that she regrets, and she needs Kieza's aid in learning how to avoid mistakes a second time. They are both terribly observant, and both in tune with the world around them. As girl and dragon, they have the potential to grow out of their shells, leaning on one another in ways only a woman can truly understand. Suwayeth would never have accepted a male rider, but she got something so much better in the bargain: a friend. And she loves Kieza with all of her heart.