Hrsegrl's PNPC's

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Morelia of Green Naraleth, Blood Char Wing, Sodalis Weyr

Nadalia of Green Anouth, Lubor Class Weyrling, Sodalis Weyr

Candidate Amneris, apprentice Harper, Sodalis Weyr

Weyrbrat Hanen, apprentice beastcrafter, Lateo Weyr

Lady Galeda of Keroon

(In other words I ahve one character who is a dragonrider and hes not even approved for roleplay yet.)

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Player Info
Name: hrsegrl
Contact Info: [e-mail]
AIM: Katgod5672
How you heard of LW: Ez board

Rider Information
Name: Morelia
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 42
Orientation: heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Wingrider, Blood Char Wing
Standing: Northerner’s , the bane of her existence. Why should she risk her life and that of her dragon for people who do not even know dragons exist. They thought dragons were not needed, so they don't need them. Morelia would prefer to leave the North to its own.

Family:

Mother: Faliora, a drudge at Lateo Weyr. She made her daughter get into weaving. Died two turns ago at the age of 69.

Father: M'ralien, blue rider at Lateo Weyr. He and Morelia were very close up to his death earlier this turn. He was 77.

Brothers on mother's Side:
Mefal: 52 Turns, Weyr drudge. He has a wife, Jekana and three children, (1) Mekan: Drudge age 27, (2) Melana: Drudge age 25. (3) Jefala: journeywoman weaver, age 22

Faloren: Journeyman weaver level. Age 48 Turns. Has no children.

Brothers on father's side:
Morenet: Age 56 Turns. Lateo Drudge. Married to another drudge, Tallani. Four children, one is deceased. (1) Talenet: age 32. Lateo drudge. (2) Moreni: age 30 Turns, journeywoman farmer. (3) Renalla: age 28 turns. Drudge at the harper workhall.

Morellin: Age 46 Turns. Dislikes his sister, not on speaking terms. Lateo Weyr drudge. He is jealous of Morelia because she impressed a dragon when he did not.

No sisters on mother's side

Sister on father's side:
Moraina: Age 51 Turns. Master level Harper. Married to another harper, Gandesen. They have five living children: (1) Rainaen: Age 30 Turns, journeywoman harper. Has three children, Railise age 10, Caraien age 8, Caen age 4. (2) Morigand: Age 28 Turns, journeyman harper. Has two children. Leand age 7, Ganlean age 3. (3) Naedese: Age 26 Turns. drudge at the harper craft workshop near Lateo. One daughter, Desela age 5. (4) Granen: Age 23 Turns. Journeyman healer. No children. (5) Ainese: Age 20 Turns. Journeywoman harper. one son, Aidet age 1.

Her children:

Jaemor: 14 Turns old is and apprentice harper near Sodalis Weyr. He gets along well with his mother when he visists.

Tiborel: 12 Turns old. He still lives at Sodalis as a Weyrbrat. He and his mother had a falling out. They don't speak.

Berelia: 5 Turns. Sodalis Weyrbrat. Adores her mother and is often caught sneaking to her mother's weyr at night. Morelia adores her in return.

Pets: None

Description:

The good form of the rider easily hides her older age. Slender shoulders reveal soft tanned skin and an elegant neck. Her riding boots are brown and worn from years of experience and her riding leathers match their color, equally worn. Blue-gray eyes look out from under dark eyelashes. Followed by nicely arching eyebrows. Her light brown hair usually worn up in a braid but when let loose falls in voluminous waves down her back. She has a few wrinkles especially around her eyes and mouth from squinting or laughing.

She is about average in height for a woman but has a delicately, lithe build. Her muscles are more effeminate in nature and generally make her appear younger. She stands at around 5'5" and weighs 135 lbs.

Personality: Morelia believes in one thing above most, retribution. If you want respect, give it. If you want loyalty, be loyal. She doesn't like gossips and really hates people who use gossip as a form of entertainment. Morelia doesn't get along with many women, especially not other green riders.
She doesn't agree with lying, even white lies. So some people could not handle the truth, but they better wake up and smell the klah because the truth would stare them in the face eventually.

Morelia does not take @#%$ from anyone and is a hard person to deal with if you've treated her badly in the past. She does hold grudges and feels that you have to treat others the way you would like to be treated. Quick to judge others, Morelia is a critic. Do not piss her off because she is quick with her tongue and quicker with her wit.

During wing drills and training she holds no malice towards her wing mates and leaves personal issues out of her performance. She is good at following orders though she doesn't always agree with them. She knows her place and her duty to the Weyr.

History:

A fine morning in the early spring Morelia was delivered into the Lower Caverns of Lateo Weyr. Her mother, a drudge, raised Morelia till she was old enough to stay in the creche most of the time. That didn't stop her mother from teaching her. She learned a lot about not being a gossip and always telling the truth from her mother. The young girl also was visited by her blue rider father every now and again. The two bonded so well that he visited her more and more.

Morelia was apprenticed to the weaver craft at the age of eight. She disliked weaving though her mother always wanted to do it. Morelia had no talent for it and often came out with her threads bunched up or the wrong thread in the wrong place. The crafters felt she was never entirely paying attention to her work. The young girl found she learned more interesting things from her father.

M'ralein taught the Morelia about dragons and interesting things of history and geography. She found him a fascinating person. The girl already looked like her father with her light brown hair, blue eyes and widow’s peak. Her brothers on her father's side were jealous of the attention she got from their father. He was more attentive to her than any of them. He still made time to see his other three children it was obvious whom he favored. Morellin was never happy with his father because he was envious of his sister, Morelia.

Morelia was raised in the creche of Lateo Weyr up until she impressed. She did not impress at Lateo. They asked candidates from Lateo to be brought over to Sodalis as they had few candidates and wanted the dragonets to have more choice. Fortunately for Morelia, her father found her and brought her to the hatching sands at Sodalis. The soon to be sixteen turn old waited on the hot sands, not tall at all for her age at that point, she looked to be only twelve. The dragons however, knew that she belonged there.

Standing in her white gown the young teen waited, several dragonets walked towards her only to impress to someone else. An extremely small egg was on the sands that day. This was probably Alliath's last clutch, so it was expected that the egg may not hatch. The little green had other ideas. Her tiny wings burst free of her shell. As people got in the little green's way she knocked them over approaching Morelia, screams of pain in the background of her mind.
Get out of the way next time you sharding fools.Naraleth looked at Morelia making impression.I don't see why they are complaining. Why should they blame poor Naraleth for getting in the way of finding hers.
"As long as you are alright, who cares what they think." Morelia said supporting her dragon.
Morelia you are right. I'm awfully tired you know.
"Of course after all the hard work you did. Come on darling. We will get you some food and then your couch will be waiting in the barracks." Morelia walked the dragonet off the sands confidently.

From then on dragon and rider were a team. They worked together during Weyrling lessons and often found themselves excelling at practice. After graduating they were placed in the Weyrleader's wing and have remained there. Morelia and Naraleth have been known to have many lovers and as a result Morelia has her three children.

Her first born she birthed when she was about 28 Turns of age. He was named for both parents as was customary. Jaemor is now an apprentice harper. He enjoys his time with Morelia and visits when possible. Her second child, another son, is Tiborel. He was a result of a mating flight, Morelia and his father had a falling out causing him to not really like his mother.

Her latest addition, Berelia, is a result of a covert love affair between Morelia and another rider at Lateo. The affair ended recently as she stopped visiting Lateo when her father died earlier this turn. Her father had retired from wingriding a couple turns prior to now. He died of old age and his dragon followed him. Morelia misses him terribly which is one reason why she lets her daughter cling to her. Berelia is often found on her mother's hip or following her around. She is a spitting image of her mother and it’s a good thing too. People would know about Morelia's other reason for going to Lateo if she looked at all like her father.

Lately Morelia has been worried about thread fall and death. Growing old scares her as she doesn't really want to think of herself as old. Berelia and Naraleth keep her happy and make her feel younger so she doesn't let her age get to her too much.

Dragon Information
Name: Naraleth
Color: Green
Age: 26 Turns

Description:

Naraleth though she hatched from a very small egg has grown to an average sized green. She is a good 23 feet in length. Her hide is a clover green color and always seems to be in good condition. Naraleth has a refined head, wide chest and a narrow body. Her eyes are generally a light blue as she is a normally clam dragon though she is easily upset. When she has one of these upsetting moments her eyes swiftly change to a ruddy orange.

Personality:

Naraleth has a quirky personality. She is the epidimy of a promiscuous green. Nara doesn't get along with other greens and tends to be a bit waspish. she enjoys showing off her maneuverability in front of the other dragons. Having a disregard for other peoples feelings, Naraleth makes herself seem a bit self centered. She does not really think on the future. More content with living things day to day she does not concern herself with the prospect of thread.

Nara is slightly jealous of queens and the amount of power they have. She wishes she had so much control over those around her. However she would not want to have to clutch and usually keeps the idea to herself. Every once in a while Morelia will catch her saying something about it, but she will quickly let it drop.

History:
On the sands were Golden Alliath's last clutch, the day Morelia sttod. A small egg on the sands seemed to be a dud, as the queen was growing old. The little green inside burst free of her shell. As she began to walk toward hers, people were getting in her way. She knocked them over approaching Morelia; screams of pain in the background of her mind.

Get out of the way next time you sharding fools.Naraleth looked at Morelia making impression.I don't see why they are complaining. Why should they blame poor Naraleth for getting in the way of finding hers.
"As long as you are alright, who cares what they think." Morelia said supporting her dragon.
Morelia you are right. I'm awfully tired you know.
"Of course after all the hard work you did. Come on darling. We will get you some food and then your couch will be waiting in the barracks." Naraleth walked off the sands in her own elegant way. For a newly hatched dragon she had incredible balance walking next to her rider.

As a Weyrling Naraleth followed rules and orders and started butting heads with the other female dragons. She decided to stick with talking to the males. Her promiscuity as an adult only began at her first flight. Naraleth has been known to fly often and by different dragons. Having been around for awhile, she only remembers dramatic things from the past by how she was feeling at the time.
Morelia's first birthing she remembers for all the worrying she did. She also remembers the other two. The last one, was most worrisome as her rider continues to get older. Naraleth does not ever trouble herself with the future but it is coming to about time when Naraleth will fly again. She is used to having visits from a certain five turn old, and likes the child well enough. She is probably the only person besides Morelia that the dragon speaks to.

Clutch: Gold Alliath and bronze Jephareth

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Character Information

Name: Amneris

Gender: female

Age/Birthday: 14 turns, midsummer (to the day) She was in fact born at night on Midsummer’s day.

Orientation: bisexual

Location: Sodalis

Rank: Candidate

Family: Her parents are rather normal. They both are farmers at southern cothold close to Sodalis Weyr. Her mother is 46 and has a bit of a strange accent, probably from her northern heritage. Her name is Daenari. Her father is quite happy with his family settings often he plays his gitar at night while the house settles down after the evening meal. Though he is not a harper he is a self taught guitarist. His family has passed down the gitar for generations giving it a nice robust sound. His name is Ferend. Amneris is the last daughter of eight children. Her siblings are as follows:

Kersa: 23 turns old, is hand fasted. She is a cook and has two children thus far a baby girl named Terisea, and a two turn old boy, Xaven.

Heimdel: 21 turns old. He is a newly appointed journeyman smith. He has no other family as of yet, currently courting another journeywoman.

Marrael: 20 turns old, and a farmer. Still lives with her parents though she does have a life of her own.

Serillis: 19 turns old. She is a journeywoman weaver. She mainly stays at the hold she was apprenticed in.

Delvion: An apprentice beastcrafter. He is found mainly on the plains of southern learning as much as possible about raising animals and preventing diseases in them. He does have a knack with animals. Though he has advanced well past the apprentice level in knowledge the seventeen turn old does not mind waiting till the right time comes.

Kendara: A sixteen turn old with a knack for trouble. Kendara has run away again. She had been apprenticed for a few turns but ended up being delinquent then too. What can they say? There’s one in every family…

Then there is Amneris as she is fourteen turns old.

Tavier: youngest child and much younger than his closest sibling. Tavier is a rambunctious 8 turn old. Rather a wild child, he does crave attention and hopes to be like his siblings.

She also has two aunts and an uncle still living along with numerous cousins, most of which are in drudge work and farming. No one in her family is or ever has been a dragonrider, at least since they moved to the Southern continent.

Pets: Two rather funny canines.

Amneris came across her first canine while on her way to her apprenticeship. She was a slip of a girl with a voice like only angels could sing. The harpers were more than glad to take her in. Well she had to walk with her mother the whole way to the Sodalis harper workshop. The pup was small and watched as she ate her meal, its ears half flopped over and the almond eyes begging for food. She gave the pup half her meatroll. Which her mother, shortly scolded her for. The little white and brown pup licked her hands making her giggle. She named the funny puppy Tipp.

Her other canine she found about two turns ago. She was going to sing for a hold with her trainer/master. As her voiced reached a high pitch, the puppy began to howl too. This one was a black puppy with ears that pointed straight up. She called this canine Half Note. She shortens it to Note often. The two turn old dog might be the death of her as she causes her poor owner to apologize for all the mischief she causes.

Impressed a brown firelizard playing tag in the Sodalis Hatching Sands as a Candidate. She and Amoare had been playing tag with a group of Weyrbrats when Amoare landed on the firelizard nest. Amneris ran to see if she was alright and ended up being attcked with the other girl. The brown stayed wiht her as she continued to feed him fish.

Appearance: At fourteen, young Amneris is mediocre looking at best. She has platinum blonde hair from sitting out in the sun, tanned skin, scrawny arms and legs. She is slim and not shapely at all. The truth is Amneris still looks like a little girl. She has a ready smile and though she tries to hide it, very cute dimples. Her light blue eyes are often unnoticed as they fit in with her hair color. There is nothing particularly abnormal about the girl. She dresses in harper blue mostly and generally wears breeches. A dress would do her figure no good.

Her rather tall stature does nothing for her. Long thin legs are not shapely nor are her thin arms. She has long dexterous fingers that play the gitar and pipes very well. Her height at the moment reaches about 5’7” and weighs about 140lbs. One must remember that Amneris has just hit puberty and therefore has a lot of maturing left to do. Perhaps her appearance will change to a little more appealing as she gets older. Amneris doesn’t usually bother with her appearance as she finds there is nothing she can do about it. Besides there are more important things than how one looks right?

Personality: A little charmer as a child, Amneris is quite the talker. She feels no pressure standing up and singing for large crowds and actually loves the attention. Possibly because she is from a big family. She is very good with words and so is a decent writer. She enjoys spending long hours on the beach looking out at the waves, and playing fetch with her two wonderful canines. They truly adore her as well. The harper apprentice has been found singing to herself. Her favorite thing in the world is singing. Even dragons could not make her stop. Nor does anyone want to, her voice is simply awe inspiring.

Some of her less well liked habits are that she shirks her chores and tends to be a bit of dreamer. If you tell her something once you’ll probably have to say it again because most likely she didn’t catch it the first time. She hates reading old boring records as part of her lessons as a candidate. Amneris doesn’t much care for people who are overly down to earth. Sometimes she can be a bit waspish in her tone toward people, while other times sweet as can be. Of course that depends on the person and her mood. She hopes to impress a dragon though deep down she is afraid. What would a girl like her do with a dragon?

History: If she had been born at a better time no one could imagine it. The moon was shining on the baby as she came out, with lungs like a dragon. Her mother was surprised at how loud the babe was. Her elder siblings crowded around the bed, looking at her with welcoming smiles. Well all her siblings but her two turn old sister, Kendara. She hated her sister. The two of them were constantly bickering growing up. That was until mother had sent Kendara away at the age of eight to the sodalis healer workshop. Life was pretty normal for Amneris growing up. She loved the evenings most of all for that was when her father played his old gitar. She would beg him to play songs and she would sing with the sound of the gitar eventually harmonizing with her beautiful voice.
About a turn and a half after they sent Kendara away she was back and causing trouble. They decided this time they would send Amneris to learn about the harper craft. Her mother walked with her the whole way there.

At her departure the girl cried, she would be homesick. Of course the little canine she found along the way did much to assuage the homesickness the young blonde felt. The harpers themselves were a merry bunch and she found herself in a place that was seemingly made just for her. Amneris loved music and could never get enough. She dreamed only of being able to sing and play for others. At about twelve turns she found her other canine, Half Note. Tipp, Note and Neris were a team. They went everywhere together and usually were found shirking chores and lying on the beach, Amneris would be singing and playing the gitar. She was what one would call a dreamer most of the time, so it wasn’t surprising to any of the harpers that she was found there.

Amneris was at the beach as usual when she was searched, her thin body sitting on the sands holding a gitar. The bluerider approached quietly as she had not seen him. She was intent on her music making, though her canines were not, they were fast asleep thinking she was safe from harm. As she finished the song the bluerider explained the situation. Amneris was first shocked and then angry. How dare they take her from the most relaxing atmosphere to a stressful one? Well the girl simply would not leave without her dogs so the man made arrangements for her to meet up with him at Sodalis Weyr. This was not normal behavior but the Harpermaster said he would see to it she arrived on schedule.

She has been at the Weyr for maybe three sevendays, but she already has the routine down. The Candidate master was always chiding her for this and that. In fact a day didn’t go by she wasn’t sloughing off her chores and heading to the beaches or getting in trouble with her canines. It wasn’t that she hated chores, it was more that she was a dreamer and very much a forgetful person. The last two days she has been relegated to doing the worst chores in the Weyr, as punishment.

Color Preference: N/A

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Character Information

Name: Hanen

Gender: male

Age/Birthday: 13/ mid winter

Orientation: heterosexual

Location: Lateo Weyr

Rank: Weyrbrat

Family:

His mother is Hava, a cook at the Weyr. His father is a dragonrider. The man has never made any attempt to track Hanen down. Hanen has no idea who it is, but he somehow doesn’t want to care. Whoever he is he must be a complete fool. He has a younger sister who is eleven, with the man he knows as his father figure. This man’s name is Artum and he happens to be a drudge. Though, that is because he has a physical disability, and was unable to impress dragons for that reason. Being trampled by herdbeasts can do that to a person. He still works at the weyr and is a very nice man. His sister’s name is Havala, after her mother. His mother is about 39 turns old and has no relatives alive at this time.

Pets:

He impressed a flit on accident earlier this turn. He had been walking down the beach with a group of other brats, when he left the group to lay in the shade for a little. They were planning on having a bit of a picnic, so they had brought their midday meals with them. He reached into his own small pack for his meal, unbeknownst to him a clutch of firelizards was hatching nearby. A little green had pushed some of the others out of her way. She would be the first to investigate this strange ground, something smelled very good indeed. Walking onto his arm she kept moving all the way to his face. At this point Hanen was a bit nervous so he sat up. The firelizard flapped her wings furiously, what by the egg was going on. The firelizad stopped, landing on his nose, glaring into his face. "Hello there." Hanen said in a nice manner. "Are you hungry?" He gave her a piece of his wherry meat. After she had eaten, most of the meat portion of his lunch, he finished the rest. As he got up to join the other Weyrbrats, he caught a mind picture of her on his shoulder.

She was a bit tired looking so he placed her on his shoulder.
The hunter green firelizard looked quite pleased with herself and remained on his shoulder the whole way back to the Weyr. He decided to name her Daze, becuase she seemed to be in a daze most of the time. She is very, very protective of her Han. She imagines herself as very important, always sitting on high perches or if all else fails Hanen’s shoulders will suffice. Greens are known to be self centered, but she probably invented the word vain. Hanen has never met anyone so obsessed with their reflection.

appearance:

At first the boy looks like an average Weyrbrat. He has his dark hair cropped short and his skin is tanned from going outside. He wears a simple smile on his face and has a cute nose. He has grown much this past year, so his body is reminiscent of a string bean. He has a thin build and he stands at around 5’11. He is still growing as is evident by the amount of clothes he went through this year. The crèche nurses were a bit surprised at his growth. Lately he has been doing drudge work along with his chores, giving him some muscle in his upper body, but not enough to be very noticeable.

His eyes are dark brown, almost looking black at times. They seem to speak of themselves. His facial expression has always been very good. As a child he barely had to speak if he wanted something he merely posed the question with body language. His eyes can be persuasive or angry and you need not speak to know this. Usually his lean form can be seen in some sort of hand me down outfit, where the pants are too short and the shirt too big. His boots look worn through the sole. People often believe he doesn’t eat enough, however the kitchens would have to disagree. He could be called average for a boy his age, though he can be seen as ungainly and odd.

Personality:

A very complex person, Hanen can be a leader, rebel, a dreamer and sometimes a complete jerk. As the leader of his group of friends, he is at ease with decision making. Although others readily follow him, Hanen doesn’t need others around him to feel comfortable. Every once in a while, Hanen gets a temper and generally runs off. He hates how some people in the world get everything they want and he has to work dawn till dusk just to live within some kind of proximity to his mother whom he barely sees. His sister is the only reason he has not runaway. Often Hanen finds himself sneaking off to the records room to read while no ones looking. He finds an escape in reading, even if it’s the most boring grain chart, not everyone on Pern can read. His mother can’t, because she decided reading was a waste of her time.

Han doesn’t want to be considered a lowly drudge. He wants more. He needs more. Someday he tells himself he will leave the Weyr and search for another life. Before he leaves he wants to make sure Havala is in good care. He loves her dearly even if he seems a bit brusque with her at times. Hanen is usually jealous of people who have more than he does. It prevents him from seeing what he himself has. This also leads to self pity and often ambition. He never settles for anything because he works too hard. He believes if you keep working at something eventually you will achieve what it is you desire to.

He is really hard on others, always expecting more from them than he does of himself, it actually makes him come off as an @#%$. Well given the right circumstances he could be. Hanen also has his good days. He is respectful of women. Men, especially men who have some sort of authority over is life, tend to piss him off. Though Hanen is not a patient person, he will think things through before acting. It usually saves him time in the long run. He likes making time to have fun. To many of the nurses dismay as a child he enjoyed being spontaneous and going out on the limb to do dangerous stunts.To this day he is what one would call a dare devil. His so called stunts only make him more respectable among the Weyrbrats and less among male authority figures.

Background

Hanen was born in the lower caverns and has lived there, in Lateo Weyr ever since. His mother had concieved with a dragonrider. After a few years of torturing himself for not knowing who, he began to feel a small sort of hatred for his father. He didn't want to know a man who would not approach his own son. Always a moody child, Hanen gave his mother, Hava a lot of trouble. He would often want the one thing she could not give him at the moment. That however did not stop him from trying to get it.
As Hanen grew he began to gain the respect of the other Weyrbrats. He learned things quickly, and protected those who hung out with him. He was always tall for his age. Then he had his “gang” formed. They could do what they wished and not be bothered. Whenever they felt like doing something they would do it. At one point another in the group tried to take leadership. Hanen told him to go ahead. The group still followed Hanen no matter what the other kid did. He knew how to control people with his actions. Many of them felt they owed him something. Among his peers he no longer had trouble.

Around the weyr he was seen simply as a Weyrbrat. He knew no trades and his mother was no dragonrider. Nor did he have family outside the weyr. He resorted to an idea of grandeur. He would go away, and learn a craft. His mother got him a position apprenticed to a healer. He had been apprenticed for no more then two sevendays before he decided he did not want to do it. His mother offered to send him to be apprenticed with a different craft. He refused that option because he was in one of his rebellious moods. Later he was approached by yet another crafter, perhaps he would try farming. He found that was not for him either.

Hanen went from person to person till he found something he mildly enjoyed. He found most crafts to be tedious, boring in fact. Now his apprenticed to Weyr beastcrafter. He had mainly decided to settle on crafting because he dreaded the thought that he must do drudge work for the rest of his life. His wildest dreams have him running off into the untamed southern continent. He would go as far as he could and then perhaps someday he would return to the weyr. Hanen likes beastcrafters, their records are not as extensive as those on the Northern Continent.

He sees his mother and sister often. The slender girl has long dark hair and black looking eyes. She is much like her brother. Her nose is thinner and her lips already fuller. His mother's traits were obviously stronger in them than either of their father's. Havala will be pretty, where her brother looks simply average, if not slightly odd. She too has been apprenticed and fostered out accordingly. Earlier this turn Hanen impressed his green flit, Daze. Now she goes with him everywhere she can. He has been busy with the his lessons lately along with Weyrbrat chores. Now, more than ever, he feels that he needs something else.

Color Preference : (no preference)

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Player Info
Name: Hrsegrl/Kate
Contact Info: [e-mail]
AIM: Katgod5672

How you heard of LW: Been here for a few months

Rider Information
Name: Nadalia
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 16 (one month til her birthday, she will be 17)
Orientation: hetero is preferable though if her dragon was flown by a female blue or brown rider, she would not object.
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank/Wing: Lubor Class
Standing: Ahh...well if you ask her, which she is sure no one will ask her, then she would say that the past is the past, C'est La Vie .

Family:

Father: Rederan- age 57 Turns- Farmer of dyes and runner of their family's small cot hold. He is a very down to earth person and though he tends to be a bit quiet is more intelligetn than he lets on.

Mother: Navine- age 49 Turns- Journeywoman Weaver, she handles most of the carding of the threads and the actuall dying. She is a good weaver, her long fingers and good motor skills make for talented work.
Siblings-

one sister, Radiene- Age 29 Turns. The only child for several years she loved her baby sister, but now their personalities can clash, at the end of the day however, they are family. Radiene did not inherit their mother's delicate beauty, nor the beautful green eyes that ran in the family. She looks like her father adn so she became a journeywoman beastcrafter. She and her husband raise the herd animals on the cothold.
Currently she has two children. Both sons. Radent, age 6. Dielo, age 3.

Her Aunt Nasarre, age 44, also lives as a Weaver at the Cothold. Her husband died of a strange sickness that the healers couldn't quite place. She has three children.

Nadalia's cousins:
Tarreal: age 23, She too is a weaver at the cothold.

Nesen: age 19, has always been nice t Nadalia the two of them were thick as thieves when they were children. He is now learneing to run the cothold from his uncle.

Tasari: age 17, hates Nadalia as much as Nadlia hates her. Born the same Turn the two have always fought over everything. It doesn't help that Nadalia always got what she wanted and Tasari felt left out.

Pets: none

Appearance:

If another person could look at the girl and not see an attractive person she would say she wasn't beautiful. A tan complexion graces her smooth skin which compliments her strange olive green eyes. Her dark eyebrows are thin and are matched by her wavy black hair. There is a delicateness about her that begins with her slender hands and her elegant neck.

Her tall build is matched by a curved, slim body. She has some less than normal looking features, her nose is long but not unattractively so. Nadalia has problems figuring out what to wear around the Weyr. At home she wore what her parents made for her. Here she had to get new leathers and she had rarely worn pants before. To her they seemed a bti odd and for a while she ahs found them to be uncomfortable.

She also has a funny walk when wearing her riding boots. Like she can not move her ankle properly in them. Of course this does not deter her in any way. Her balance can be off at times, often a bit clumsier than her peers. Her worst attribute would probably be her strange laugh.


Personality:

Nadalia's personality does not quite match her beautiful appearance. She tends to be egocentric and in all ways a bit cruel to people she doesn't like. She likes reading and dancing but she is not a good reader, as she did not learn to read before coming tot he Weyr. Her attitude toward other green riders is a bit haughty and rude, though she and anouth tend to listent o their superiors with respect.

Nadalia is a bit soft spoken in a large group but one on one she can be very talkative. She likes to argue and especially likes having her way. She tends to hate sweet natured people who seem to let people walk all over them. She has a no tolerance policy when it comes to her suitors, at the moment she has to be that way for her Anouth. She has been known to drink a little too much wine from time to time but that was before impressing. She is a bit waspish really and is either seen alone or with people who admire her and make her the leader of their group.

When it comes to her work which now happens to be Weyrling lessons and chores, she is demanding and a bit of a perfectionist. No one could possibly do anything better than she could. (leading back to former statement that she is very self centered.)

History:

Rederan and Navine struggled for several turns after their first child was born to concieve another. Many times, Navine miscarried and had three stillborn children before there little Nadalia came along. Since they were getting olde rin turns by the time they had Nadalia, they generally gave in to her much easier than her older sister.

She had an uneventful childhood aside from the constant bickering with her cousins. Nadalia was spoiled by her parents. They would get her anythign she asked for shortly after asking for it. She did her chores at home but always a bit half assed. No one wanted the argument that was sure to come to make her do them over agian and better, so she learned to get away with doing it her way.

In general her normal day would consist of feeding the animals, learning to weave and helping with domestic chores. She rarely paid much attention to her lessons eventhough she had the perfect hands for weaving. She insisted that she didn't want her hands to get rough, so the family had her do less work than her sister and cousins.

Growing up in a cothold was great, she had time to do somethings for fun. She and her cousisn had a lot of fun messing around and playing when they could. Nadalia grew up fast, and by the age of thirteen was already seeing a boy from nearby...Her cousin Nessen's friend really. It wasn't long before the beauty knew exactly how to flirt with the boys and how to get what she wanted from them, whihc was normally attention.

Before coming to the Weyr Nadalia never gave any thought to becoming a dragonrider though she seemed to have the sexual impulses of one. Her family was blind to the fact that she was not innocent as she seemed. Everyone but her cousins thought her to still be pure before leaving home. Nadalia was more than happy the day the dragonman came to bring her to the Weyr.

She was suprised upon arriving, how much she enjoyed Weyr life. Though the chores could be a hassle, there was a lot of handsome men. She found herself in a new world that opened her eyes to many things such as a competitive nature to be beetter than the other candidates. After living at the Weyr for several months the strange humming began.

Nadalia walked calmly to put on white robes adn head to the Hatching sands. At least she looked good in white...
It wasn't long at all before she heard a clear, cool voice reverberate in her head. Nadalia, am I not the most gorgeous dragon ever?
I must say I've never seen anythign so spectacular as you.
I am called Anouth.

Hatchings were all fun but then the real work began. For almost a turn now the pair have been going to Weyrling practice. Anouth doesn't like paying attention to the Weyrlingmaster but Nadalia does and she finds as much information as possibel to make sure that she is one of the best Weyrlings int he class, mostly relying on her own perfectionist attitude to get her through. They have made several friends at Sodalis, though Nadalia isn't sure how much longer she can live without sex.

Dragon Information
Name: Anouth
Color:Green
Age: ? it was six months now I beleive since they are six months behind Spera, they are almost a year? (it keeps changing)

Description: Her hide almost matches her riders eyes, as a dark olie color. Her best attribute would be her long elegent neck and her worst would be her legs, which have begun to grow at a rate faster than the rest of her body. Her rider takes great care i her hide and therefore she is rarely seen with a drypatch anywhere on her.Anouth's wings are darker than her body though aong the same color scheme. Seh is also darker around her eyes and on the tip of her tail.

Personality: The word waspish comes to mind. She is vain, greedy and egocentric. Not to mention a bit haughty for a green. Male dragons are there for her to walk all over. The only person she truly likes is her Nadalia, though the two of them sometimes bicker as well. Neither of them like being ordered around though they listent o their superiors.
Anouth is a perfectionist as much as her rider is and can get angry if someone does better than her at something. She wants to be good at everything and not have to work at it at all, therefore beccoming a bit frustrated. She is a green with an attitude problem though being a more dominant dragon in personality she attracts a small group of followers who admire her...just as she thinks it should be. To those who do this she can be extremtly if not overly sweet, all others will recieve snappish responses.

History: The egg shattered into a million tiny pieces revealing the beautiful green. She spotted hers quickly, making her way over with elegant (as elegant as a hatchling can) strides across the hot sands. Hers had no idea the green was approaching and seemed to be looking her robes over.
Nadalia, am I not the most gorgeous dragon ever?
I must say I've never seen anythign so spectacular as you.
I am called Anouth.

Then came Weyrling training which Anouth finds quite boring and repetitive. If it weren't for Nadalia being so competitve with the other green Weyrlings, Anouth might have lost all interest. She does want to fly and dreams of being a very agile green. As she is normally quite vain she spends a lot of time wanting a bath or wanting to sun adn be noticed by other dragons. Anouth is not serious about Weyrling training just yet.
Clutch: Ryolinth & ?

((Wherrie Teeth))

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