Post by gabby on Jun 25, 2007 0:57:16 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Gabby
Contact Info: Gvrod44@yahoo.com
How you heard of LW: From a friend (Prissy)
Rider Information
Name: Amorae
Honorific: N/A
Gender: Female
Birthing Date: 23, 2484
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Junior Weyrwoman
Family: Born in the Weyr and raised by it, Amorae does not know her real parents, but could easily name every dragon and rider in the Weyr. Not only does she know everyone, but just about everyone knows her in one way or another.
Pets: Bronze Flit - Lues (plague) - This flit should have the words "keep away from sugar" tattooed onto his hide. He's normally a laid back bronze, but will go crazy if he ingests sugar and sweets. He isn't really protective of Amorae unless she calls for his help. Usually using Amorae for food or someone to sleep with, he's often not found in her company unless it’s warm outside.
Appearance: Amorae has grown out of her child-like looks, but at the same time still does not have the nice shape that many other women riders boast. Her best feature are her legs, just about the only part of her that is shapely due to her insatiable need to run. Her long legs come in handy for this and she looks as if she were born for it. She has lost her lanky figure, although she still appears thin and fragile, she definitely has more grace now that she has grown use to the length of her arms and legs that leave her standing at a decent height of 5’8”. Soft hair hangs from her head in a black cascade ending just below her shoulders. While she longs to have the long beautiful locks that adorn some women, she understands the practicality of keeping it semi-short. Kept in check behind her ears, the black hair complements the softly tanned skin. Compared to the others in the Weyr, she looks pale, but no matter how long she stays out, Amorae doesn’t seem to get a darker tint to her warm, natural color. Amorae has a pleasant smile that is often accompanied by a rosy blush that paints her cheeks. Her pale blue eyes have matured to look a little more intelligent and stern. Her dainty look that she had retained over the years, however, leave it hard for anyone to believe that she could possibly overpower them, and physically she probably couldn’t; Mentally is a different story however as she is, after all, a gold rider.
Personality: Having been born in the Weyr, Amorae had never been a stranger to hard work. Even through weyrlinghood, work was always expected of her. Although it had been focused more around Periheth and the different duties of a rider. Today, however, she is a junior weyrwoman and often finds herself with chores she had never done as a child. Bookkeeping and keeping track of the running of the Weyr, Amorae is doing a whole new set of chores as an adult. Even as a gold rider rather than a weyrbrat, Amorae still finds herself itching to help anyone who might need it and offers her spare time often, although with a queen it seems to be a lot less than she would like.
Amorae loves to be outside in the sun or under the starry sky, but when it comes to clouds she’s nowhere near a door. If there is one thing Amorae fears it is the rain. Even the lightest shower leaves her shaking inside, as far away from it as she can get. When it comes to a full out storm one could ever find her for she’d have tucked herself away beneath every blanket she owns, trying to drown out the sound of the thunder. Now, she often finds her way to Periheth’s couch, blanket in tow, and like any child with their mother, falls fast asleep in the gold’s arms. Amorae has always been a child at heart, and even now that she has grown into a junior weyrwoman, she is often seen playfully joking around with whoever she is with. Because of that child within her, Amorae finds herself looking wistfully towards the young weyrbrats running around in a game of tag.
Twice now she had begun to show the signs of pregnancy, but no child has yet come. The healers have declared miscarriage both times and she can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever have a child of her own. While she rarely argues with an adult, she isn’t a quiet person. Amorae finds herself talking to any willing to listen. She remembers almost everything they say and is exceptionally careful to always say a polite hello to the Weyrleader and each of the Weyrwomen. Not a very dominant person by nature, Amorae is finally learning that she needs to grow up, on the inside. She isn't sure where her life is going where P'resh is concerned. Secretly, she is hoping that another bronze will win Periheth's next flight. She still carries the hope that she will have a child of her own someday. She isn't thrilled with being the center of gossip of late, but she isn't about to let it get her down now.
History: A daughter of the Weyr, Amorae had all the family she needed within the bowl. She was an average sized baby at birth and was very healthy. Just like any other baby cared for by the Weyr, she’d cry when neglected, scream when hungry, laugh when played with and smile when held. As an infant she’d want to hold everything whether it be a woman’s hair or a riders glove. Her pale blue eyes would take in everything with a wide-eyed gaze that would only lessen when her mood darkened. At six turns, Amorae found herself teased by the other weyrbrats who were mostly older boys of seven and eight turns. They’d torment her, stealing her rag doll and pulling her long, black braids. One particular night they had succeeded in stealing her doll again and she chased them as fast as her shorter legs would carry her thru the lower caverns, her sobs audible, but not overly loud. After much chasing, the boys would usually toss the doll in the mud and laugh when she pulled it out. That night, however, there was a fierce storm outside. Standing at the door, they threw the doll as hard as they could into the pouring rain. The doll was the most important thing in the world to Amorae at that age and she wouldn’t lose it to the world, no matter how scary the dark was. Letting out a cry the girl had chased her doll outside and those nasty little boys closed the door…
That night the storm was unnaturally strong and after finding her doll, Amorae was soaked to the bone, the fierce rain pelting her young skin brutally. When she found her way back to the door, she was more than ready to run crying to the first adult she saw. The terror that raced through her very bones when she realized it was locked was enough to send a ten-turn-old child into shock. Panic gripping her and the rain leaving bruises, she ran toward the nearest tree. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the rain. Her young feet slipped in the mud and she went sprawling. Breath knocked out of her, she found herself looking at the leaves above her. In the downpour, the leaves did not slow the rain, but made the drops larger and harder. The water drenched her face without stop, choking her as she struggled to catch the breath she had lost. That’s when the lightning came…
The flashes of light changed the dark, wet world around her into a ghastly vision, turning the tree she had once sought for shelter into a skeleton frame. Stumbling backwards away from the tree, another lightning cast struck setting the tree on fire. The noise was so loud and the flash so bright that Amorae’s heart stopped. The warmth between her legs was what finally shook Amorae enough to stand and run. Forgetting her doll, Amorae ran in blind fear searching for anything living in whom she could find comfort. It was finally the Weyr Hall that she found open and she rushed in screaming in terror right up to the first person she found, not caring who it was. The shocked man picked her up with a startled look on his face and struggled to comfort her… She’s never forgotten that night…
As she grew older, Amorae learned that bullies were not important enough to worry about and so ignored them. It was as soon as they learned that they did not affect her that they found another target and Amorae’s life began to brighten. Old enough for chores, she found a special satisfaction in helping others. Enjoying the feeling more than anything else, she asked to help anyone she could. As soon as the sky would darken though, Amorae would be nowhere to be found, hiding herself away from the falling water. After every rainfall, Amorae found herself needing to run away from the nightmares she relived inside and learned the simple joy of running. It was a hobby she finally picked up and still does today. Her curiosity as a baby grew with her and Amorae found herself strangely curious about every aspect of the Weyr. From the famous beasts, to the running of the Hall, to the sorting of records even to the running of the Weyrwomen and Weyrleader began to spark her interest. Finding the easiest way to answer the thousands of questions that filled her head was thru voluntary work, Amorae rushed every day to finish her own chores before deciding what she’d answer that day. Whether she went to the records room to look for a person to help or find a nearby rider washing his dragon or even tailing behind the headwomen as she shouted orders, Amorae would always find someone who was more than happy to have a helper or a pair of strong legs to run messages. Through these kind acts of voluntary labor, Amorae soon found herself understanding more of the Weyr’s different aspects than most riders.
What she had thought she understood, however, took a whole new view when she found herself impressed to the golden queen Periheth. While she had been dreaming of this day as well as preparing for it her entire life, she was not ready for the changes it made in her life. The first months of weyrlinghood found Amorae in a position of leadership when, all this time, she had been training to help out, not lead. An easily manipulated person, she was the last thing a gold rider should have been; a leader. Slowly, however, friendships were formed and Amorae found her greatest allies in three faces; that of Amneris, Lues (bronze flit), and Periheth. Graduation came and Amorae felt a little more ready to be accepted into the queens wing as the youngest addition now that she had support behind her. It was then that Revonna first began to approach Amorae, with a friendly smile and simple tasks that would help her out. Amorae saw no reason to refuse and did her best to build another friendship; she could not figure out why Merda frowned at her so often or why P’resh had begun to look at her strangely.
Amorae was more than prepared for Periheth’s first flight, having seen it coming on for days, she never left the gold’s sight. When blooding came, she forced her dominance over the gold, the first time she had forced her dominance over anything. It was a major battle, and the jr. weyrwoman almost lost, but she managed at the very end and the resulting flight was a wild one. The result was a healthy clutch of eighteen eggs with one bronze and one brown. Four flights have followed since then with healthy clutches, though smaller than any of the other queen’s. This has been questioned by most of the weyrfolk and rumors began after Amorae’s miscarriage that the link between the queen and the unfit mother might be the problem. Amorae shrugged it off with the help of Periheth and continued on with her life… Until the second miscarriage occurred.
Now, the young woman is slowly getting over her second loss, but she is finding it harder to come back this time. Things have slowly changed between herself and P’resh, not to mention the more time she’s been spending helping Revonna with different tasks. Things are changing and the last thing on her mind is the rumors of thread that has been going around the Weyrs. Since her second miscarriage, Amorae had been wondering if something is truly wrong with herself, or if it is her link with Periheth. But she can't believe it could be the link between her and her beloved gold. She is secretly hoping that a different bronze will win Periheth's next flight and hopefully prove her right, or wrong. Amorae is beginning to see that there is more in her life than just her relationship with P'resh. She is just beginning to open up her eyes for the very first time in her life.
Dragon Information
Name: Periheth
Color: Gold
Description: Lithely muscular, her hide shimmers in any light, wings are larger than normal for gold, hide becomes a bit more shimmery-orangey as it fades down her legs to her five-toed foot. her nose is thin and sharply-pointed. her ridges are orange-gold (think the crayola color dandelion, except shimmery), and the leather of her wings are pale gold and in bright sunlight, seem almost translucent because of all the sunlight visible through them.
Personality: Periheth is optimistic, often-curious, charming, a bit bossy, and definitely intelligent. She, like all dragons, enjoys lying in the sun and lounging by the river, and sometimes indulging in a swim in the river. Her favorite foods include fish and yummy, plump wherries, and she doesn't much like the taste of runners (too stringy for her, even the tame ones), and she'll eat herdbeast when it's all there is. When she hunts, she likes it to be a challenge. She is often the calming influence on her rider when the girl is terrified during a full blown storm. Periheth is a very protective golden mother from the point she clutches to when the clutch hatches.
Name: Gabby
Contact Info: Gvrod44@yahoo.com
How you heard of LW: From a friend (Prissy)
Rider Information
Name: Amorae
Honorific: N/A
Gender: Female
Birthing Date: 23, 2484
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis
Rank/Wing: Junior Weyrwoman
Family: Born in the Weyr and raised by it, Amorae does not know her real parents, but could easily name every dragon and rider in the Weyr. Not only does she know everyone, but just about everyone knows her in one way or another.
Pets: Bronze Flit - Lues (plague) - This flit should have the words "keep away from sugar" tattooed onto his hide. He's normally a laid back bronze, but will go crazy if he ingests sugar and sweets. He isn't really protective of Amorae unless she calls for his help. Usually using Amorae for food or someone to sleep with, he's often not found in her company unless it’s warm outside.
Appearance: Amorae has grown out of her child-like looks, but at the same time still does not have the nice shape that many other women riders boast. Her best feature are her legs, just about the only part of her that is shapely due to her insatiable need to run. Her long legs come in handy for this and she looks as if she were born for it. She has lost her lanky figure, although she still appears thin and fragile, she definitely has more grace now that she has grown use to the length of her arms and legs that leave her standing at a decent height of 5’8”. Soft hair hangs from her head in a black cascade ending just below her shoulders. While she longs to have the long beautiful locks that adorn some women, she understands the practicality of keeping it semi-short. Kept in check behind her ears, the black hair complements the softly tanned skin. Compared to the others in the Weyr, she looks pale, but no matter how long she stays out, Amorae doesn’t seem to get a darker tint to her warm, natural color. Amorae has a pleasant smile that is often accompanied by a rosy blush that paints her cheeks. Her pale blue eyes have matured to look a little more intelligent and stern. Her dainty look that she had retained over the years, however, leave it hard for anyone to believe that she could possibly overpower them, and physically she probably couldn’t; Mentally is a different story however as she is, after all, a gold rider.
Personality: Having been born in the Weyr, Amorae had never been a stranger to hard work. Even through weyrlinghood, work was always expected of her. Although it had been focused more around Periheth and the different duties of a rider. Today, however, she is a junior weyrwoman and often finds herself with chores she had never done as a child. Bookkeeping and keeping track of the running of the Weyr, Amorae is doing a whole new set of chores as an adult. Even as a gold rider rather than a weyrbrat, Amorae still finds herself itching to help anyone who might need it and offers her spare time often, although with a queen it seems to be a lot less than she would like.
Amorae loves to be outside in the sun or under the starry sky, but when it comes to clouds she’s nowhere near a door. If there is one thing Amorae fears it is the rain. Even the lightest shower leaves her shaking inside, as far away from it as she can get. When it comes to a full out storm one could ever find her for she’d have tucked herself away beneath every blanket she owns, trying to drown out the sound of the thunder. Now, she often finds her way to Periheth’s couch, blanket in tow, and like any child with their mother, falls fast asleep in the gold’s arms. Amorae has always been a child at heart, and even now that she has grown into a junior weyrwoman, she is often seen playfully joking around with whoever she is with. Because of that child within her, Amorae finds herself looking wistfully towards the young weyrbrats running around in a game of tag.
Twice now she had begun to show the signs of pregnancy, but no child has yet come. The healers have declared miscarriage both times and she can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever have a child of her own. While she rarely argues with an adult, she isn’t a quiet person. Amorae finds herself talking to any willing to listen. She remembers almost everything they say and is exceptionally careful to always say a polite hello to the Weyrleader and each of the Weyrwomen. Not a very dominant person by nature, Amorae is finally learning that she needs to grow up, on the inside. She isn't sure where her life is going where P'resh is concerned. Secretly, she is hoping that another bronze will win Periheth's next flight. She still carries the hope that she will have a child of her own someday. She isn't thrilled with being the center of gossip of late, but she isn't about to let it get her down now.
History: A daughter of the Weyr, Amorae had all the family she needed within the bowl. She was an average sized baby at birth and was very healthy. Just like any other baby cared for by the Weyr, she’d cry when neglected, scream when hungry, laugh when played with and smile when held. As an infant she’d want to hold everything whether it be a woman’s hair or a riders glove. Her pale blue eyes would take in everything with a wide-eyed gaze that would only lessen when her mood darkened. At six turns, Amorae found herself teased by the other weyrbrats who were mostly older boys of seven and eight turns. They’d torment her, stealing her rag doll and pulling her long, black braids. One particular night they had succeeded in stealing her doll again and she chased them as fast as her shorter legs would carry her thru the lower caverns, her sobs audible, but not overly loud. After much chasing, the boys would usually toss the doll in the mud and laugh when she pulled it out. That night, however, there was a fierce storm outside. Standing at the door, they threw the doll as hard as they could into the pouring rain. The doll was the most important thing in the world to Amorae at that age and she wouldn’t lose it to the world, no matter how scary the dark was. Letting out a cry the girl had chased her doll outside and those nasty little boys closed the door…
That night the storm was unnaturally strong and after finding her doll, Amorae was soaked to the bone, the fierce rain pelting her young skin brutally. When she found her way back to the door, she was more than ready to run crying to the first adult she saw. The terror that raced through her very bones when she realized it was locked was enough to send a ten-turn-old child into shock. Panic gripping her and the rain leaving bruises, she ran toward the nearest tree. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the rain. Her young feet slipped in the mud and she went sprawling. Breath knocked out of her, she found herself looking at the leaves above her. In the downpour, the leaves did not slow the rain, but made the drops larger and harder. The water drenched her face without stop, choking her as she struggled to catch the breath she had lost. That’s when the lightning came…
The flashes of light changed the dark, wet world around her into a ghastly vision, turning the tree she had once sought for shelter into a skeleton frame. Stumbling backwards away from the tree, another lightning cast struck setting the tree on fire. The noise was so loud and the flash so bright that Amorae’s heart stopped. The warmth between her legs was what finally shook Amorae enough to stand and run. Forgetting her doll, Amorae ran in blind fear searching for anything living in whom she could find comfort. It was finally the Weyr Hall that she found open and she rushed in screaming in terror right up to the first person she found, not caring who it was. The shocked man picked her up with a startled look on his face and struggled to comfort her… She’s never forgotten that night…
As she grew older, Amorae learned that bullies were not important enough to worry about and so ignored them. It was as soon as they learned that they did not affect her that they found another target and Amorae’s life began to brighten. Old enough for chores, she found a special satisfaction in helping others. Enjoying the feeling more than anything else, she asked to help anyone she could. As soon as the sky would darken though, Amorae would be nowhere to be found, hiding herself away from the falling water. After every rainfall, Amorae found herself needing to run away from the nightmares she relived inside and learned the simple joy of running. It was a hobby she finally picked up and still does today. Her curiosity as a baby grew with her and Amorae found herself strangely curious about every aspect of the Weyr. From the famous beasts, to the running of the Hall, to the sorting of records even to the running of the Weyrwomen and Weyrleader began to spark her interest. Finding the easiest way to answer the thousands of questions that filled her head was thru voluntary work, Amorae rushed every day to finish her own chores before deciding what she’d answer that day. Whether she went to the records room to look for a person to help or find a nearby rider washing his dragon or even tailing behind the headwomen as she shouted orders, Amorae would always find someone who was more than happy to have a helper or a pair of strong legs to run messages. Through these kind acts of voluntary labor, Amorae soon found herself understanding more of the Weyr’s different aspects than most riders.
What she had thought she understood, however, took a whole new view when she found herself impressed to the golden queen Periheth. While she had been dreaming of this day as well as preparing for it her entire life, she was not ready for the changes it made in her life. The first months of weyrlinghood found Amorae in a position of leadership when, all this time, she had been training to help out, not lead. An easily manipulated person, she was the last thing a gold rider should have been; a leader. Slowly, however, friendships were formed and Amorae found her greatest allies in three faces; that of Amneris, Lues (bronze flit), and Periheth. Graduation came and Amorae felt a little more ready to be accepted into the queens wing as the youngest addition now that she had support behind her. It was then that Revonna first began to approach Amorae, with a friendly smile and simple tasks that would help her out. Amorae saw no reason to refuse and did her best to build another friendship; she could not figure out why Merda frowned at her so often or why P’resh had begun to look at her strangely.
Amorae was more than prepared for Periheth’s first flight, having seen it coming on for days, she never left the gold’s sight. When blooding came, she forced her dominance over the gold, the first time she had forced her dominance over anything. It was a major battle, and the jr. weyrwoman almost lost, but she managed at the very end and the resulting flight was a wild one. The result was a healthy clutch of eighteen eggs with one bronze and one brown. Four flights have followed since then with healthy clutches, though smaller than any of the other queen’s. This has been questioned by most of the weyrfolk and rumors began after Amorae’s miscarriage that the link between the queen and the unfit mother might be the problem. Amorae shrugged it off with the help of Periheth and continued on with her life… Until the second miscarriage occurred.
Now, the young woman is slowly getting over her second loss, but she is finding it harder to come back this time. Things have slowly changed between herself and P’resh, not to mention the more time she’s been spending helping Revonna with different tasks. Things are changing and the last thing on her mind is the rumors of thread that has been going around the Weyrs. Since her second miscarriage, Amorae had been wondering if something is truly wrong with herself, or if it is her link with Periheth. But she can't believe it could be the link between her and her beloved gold. She is secretly hoping that a different bronze will win Periheth's next flight and hopefully prove her right, or wrong. Amorae is beginning to see that there is more in her life than just her relationship with P'resh. She is just beginning to open up her eyes for the very first time in her life.
Dragon Information
Name: Periheth
Color: Gold
Description: Lithely muscular, her hide shimmers in any light, wings are larger than normal for gold, hide becomes a bit more shimmery-orangey as it fades down her legs to her five-toed foot. her nose is thin and sharply-pointed. her ridges are orange-gold (think the crayola color dandelion, except shimmery), and the leather of her wings are pale gold and in bright sunlight, seem almost translucent because of all the sunlight visible through them.
Personality: Periheth is optimistic, often-curious, charming, a bit bossy, and definitely intelligent. She, like all dragons, enjoys lying in the sun and lounging by the river, and sometimes indulging in a swim in the river. Her favorite foods include fish and yummy, plump wherries, and she doesn't much like the taste of runners (too stringy for her, even the tame ones), and she'll eat herdbeast when it's all there is. When she hunts, she likes it to be a challenge. She is often the calming influence on her rider when the girl is terrified during a full blown storm. Periheth is a very protective golden mother from the point she clutches to when the clutch hatches.
