Post by fallinrayne216 on Nov 12, 2005 14:55:32 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Rayne
Contact Info: fallinrayne216 (msn and yahoo messenger)
How you heard of LW: from Obsidian Dreamer
Rider Information
Name: Veralidaine (Daine for short)
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 17 Turns; born early summer/late spring
Orientation: straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Wingrider / Helios Wing
Standing: Daine is completely against helping the North. She believes that if they hadn’t been so self-centered they might all be living in the North still. If they think they can just call back the dragonriders after the revolt, they need to think again.
Family: Lyrra – mother – greenrider – 48 (deceased)
F’iro – father – bluerider – 52 (deceased)
K’mal – half-brother – brownrider – 30
T’ton – half-brother – bluerider – 24
Rei – half-brother – (deceased) – 16 (died at)
Myron – half-brother – apprentice harper – 13
Sellenar – half-brother – apprentice healer – 12
Pets: Prull – brown flit – 3 turns - Prull is vain, egotistical and just outright self-centered. He only thinks about himself and it’s hard to get him to do anything for you unless it somehow helps him get food and such. Daine is probably the only one that he listens to, although there is a few select others that he has been known to follow. Otherwise, he goes off on his own to do anything he wants.
Daine found him on the beach right around the time she was Searched. It was an egg all alone on the sands, but it was right on top without any protection. Usually the mother flit was there and had covered it in some sand. But this egg looked like someone had dropped it while carrying the others off. Daine took it home to take care of it, but it hatched before she made it to the weyr. Luckily, she had been in the dining hall and hurriedly stuffed Prull with meatrolls.
Appearance: Daine is what most would say is the perfect height. Now what really is the perfect height if not everyone is the same? Well then she’s the one that’s never too short and never too tall for any person. So she’s around five six, with long legs to prove it. She’s pretty light for her age, but that doesn’t mean she’s weak with no muscles. Sure she has her weak areas, everyone does, but she is stronger than all of the girls she knows so far. You can’t tell at all though, because of her figure and how well it hides any manly attributes. She hates it too, because it blew her cover once all these feminine curves popped up.
Daine probably has one of the best figures, and she hates it. Give her pants, a shirt, and a dagger any day over dressing up. Her chocolate tendrils are silky to the touch with soft curls that cascade to her shoulders. She doesn’t have curly hair with all of those tight curls, more like loose curls that still seem to have a life of their own with the way she moves. Odd enough, she barely brushes her hair and it’s still that soft. Sure, she washes every night, but that’s about it when it comes to taking care of herself.
Her gaze was about one of the most striking things about her. It was an intense gaze colored of burning emerald, deep green, and the most clear and vibrant coloring, like the color one makes the plants green, that perfect, perfect unnatural green. They were like bottomless pits, never ending, seeming to go on forever as if one could easily lose themselves in them if they stared to long. About the center around her pupil is a lighter green, a bright and striking shade that seems to swirl about, like it had a mind of it's own, like a wraith who had been locked and chained, pulling and fighting against its bonds. Only the wraith was the light green, her gaze it's bonds, and whoever it landed on seeming to be entrapped as well, as if the wraith blamed whoever it's gaze was on for it's capture and holder. It was cold, stoic yet at the same time seemed to convey everything she was thinking, windows to her soul, although only for those who knew how to look, those who saw, not just looked. Only for those who cared to see would see anything more then a cold hard glacier of ice in those lenses. Only those who wished to, who hoped to and knew how to see it, or who knew how to see past the facade themselves, as if they knew it like the back of their eyelids and used it themselves would be able to see and recognize anything more. This was what was held within those holes in her head, this was what others would see, deepening on how they looked though would change the whole thing. They are just so green compared to the others, as if hers are circles of burning green fire.
A thin blue outlines the iris to bring them out even more, rimmed in long black lashes, framing them a bit darkly while brushing pink cheeks here and then when she blinked. Her skin is tan, yet not overly tan, just barely tan, sun-kissed we shall say while cheeks are permanently tinged with pink it seems. Lips are full, bright red like a cherry or a licked lollipop, here and there that are usually in a smirk or mischievous smile. She rarely smiles at people; meaning genuinely smiles, because everyone always seems to get the wrong idea. They think, “Oh, she is nice” when she doesn’t want them to think that.
Her frame is very feminine as already said, and sadly enough, she flaunts it without realizing it. Her hips sway gently to and fro, oddly so much in the most come-hither way possible; even though she doesn’t mean it, it is there when she walks. Usually she tries to wear large and loose shirts and pants to all of herself, even in the hot sun. Sandals are worn on her feet whenever she is told to put some shoes on by the Headwoman; she prefers bare feet. A dagger is hidden somewhere in her pants when she wears those or in her skirt when she switches. It’s as if she switches from being a male to a female all the time, and no one really notices.
Daine is almost a mirror image of her mother, having the same eyes, hair, and build. The truth is, if you stood her next to her father, you wouldn’t be able to find any similarities. But next to her mother, they would look like twins if only her mother was much younger. Supposedly the looks went through the family from her mother’s mother, and so on and so forth.
Personality: Daine has one word that will describe everything to you about her: tomboy. She loves to fight and is most likely the one who started the fight. Fistfights are her favorite, although daggers will do. She has basically every aspect of a boy with an exception of her appearance. You’ll almost always find a bruise or mark on her every day because she can’t resist a good knockdown. She’s pretty good too. And as usual, she’s stuck with some annoying chore like sorting firestone, kitchen duty, making and washing clothes, helping the elderlies, cleaning latrines, cleaning ash pits, etc. until she has no free time to fight anymore. She gets through that short period without a complaint, and once they lift the chores from her, she starts fighting again. She repeats this process again and again, never learning that maybe if she didn’t fight so much, she would have more free time.
Daine doesn’t have many friends, and she admits it. Maybe two or three guy friends and that’s the highest it’s ever been. But she is very protective and loyal, so once you’re her friend, it’s for life. It’s hard to say she cares, because if someone falls down and gets hurt, she won’t be the first person to run over and see if they’re all right. She won’t be asking how they feel or anything because in a way she’s always able to relate in some way or another. So instead, she’s the one trying to make jokes and get the person to laugh so they don’t have to worry or think about something.
She also has a temper, but it’s not anything to get upset about. Sure, she might get angry and yell or just knock you out for a few seconds, but nothing too serious. She’s definitely not shy and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. If an entire group of people says one thing, she’ll say the other just to be different, even if she’ll be alone. She’s used to being alone, so actually being wanted and liked is foreign to her. It’s easier to go down the path she knows, and that’s being independent. She acts like she doesn’t need the world and the world doesn’t need her. But one day she fears that there will be someone that she might actually really care for that will send all of her reasoning and plans out the door. It’s scary for her to have a bond with someone that’s tight enough, so she fears getting hurt.
Whenever she gets close to someone, she ends up getting hurt. So those two or three friends aren’t actually friends that truly count. She doesn’t open up to them or tell them her thoughts. They are just people she hangs out with and plays pranks on people with. A true friend would have stuck by her no matter what happened, and the world seems to be lacking that right now. Daine actually is very trustworthy. You can tell her a secret and she won’t tell a soul. She won’t even give any hints or let her facial expressions give it away. She’s the best person you could tell, and mainly it’s because she has no one to tell. In a way, she’s used by others so that they can get a secret off their chest, but it makes her feel needed in a way she never felt before—even false need.
Daine is pretty open about things and doesn’t jump to a conclusion or choose something because her friend did. She listens to both sides and chooses carefully, whatever that side may be. She’s skilled at basically nothing other than fighting and how to use a dagger or some sort of weapon. Get her to sing and you’ll wish you had never asked. People call her useless at times, but she just brushes it off without saying a word. In her free time you probably will see her swimming in the weyr lake or hanging out with Wesayath. Pulling pranks is pretty fun too when she’s not in Wing Practice, something that she has a habit of either arriving late to or skipping all together. That habit leads to some more nasty and even worse chores than before, while also earning the entire wings’ great disapproval of her. Cleaning ash pits may not sound too bad, but after doing that and several more chores of the kind, her day is packed with boring and monotonous chores.
History: Her past is one that she hasn’t spoken of to anyone other than Wesayath. It’s personal and to repeat it would be too much for her to bear. The man who stole the title as her father forced himself upon her mother, causing her green to go into flight at that moment. Luckily no other dragon was in the skies at the time, but she was caught by the man’s blue bondheart as expected. Daine was born, a “mistake”, as they called it. After that, her mother refused to talk or care for anyone other than Veralidaine.
Daine did all she could to help her mother, but nothing could stop what happened in the end. Ever since she had been born, her mother was plagued with some sort of coughing sickness that never left her. That very cough was what stole her last breath. Her father died shortly after, although this was from disappearing between and never coming out. She had to live with all her half-brothers, who she refused to call a part of her family. They were all sons of that man, and that meant they had no relation. They teased and taunted her, calling her names while pushing her around. She stood up for herself and constantly got into fights. She got beat up pretty badly every day, but she learned and trained hard enough to give them a few good punches.
Being a weyrbrat, she was also known for trouble in the Kitchens and Dining Hall. Sneaking a few bubbly pies here and there or sticking numbweed in some of the dishes were her specialty. She was caught many times and was stuck with many kitchen chores and firestone bagging, but she continued to carry out her mini schemes even after the Headwoman’s threats. So many had mistaken her for a boy when she was younger too. With her looks and personality, there was no way she could be a girl. But growing up with so many boys and no mother figure gave her no one to look to in the ways of being a girl.
After her fourteenth birthing day, she went for a swim on the beach and stumbled upon an flit egg. Prull hatched in the Dining Hall and they Impressed immediately. Only a short time after that did she get Searched and become a candidate for Sodalis Weyr. She Impressed Wesayath there, and they became the dynamic duo throughout Weyrling Training ad then Wing Practice. Impressing the green dragon was the best thing that had ever happened to Daine.
Dragon Information
Name: Wesayath
Color: Green
Age: 3 Turns
Description: Wesayath is small for a green, giving her the air of a higher-ranking dragon. Greens may already be small, but she surely must be the smallest of them all at around twenty feet rather than twenty-four. She’s not malformed and there’s nothing wrong with her body structure. She was just born smaller than the rest, which gives her a slight advantage. At first she was too weak to really fly that well, but after rigorous training between her and Daine once the Weyrling Master taught them how to fly, they worked whenever they could to strengthen her muscles until she could stay in the air as long as the other greens.
She’s a speed demon, as you can guess because of her size and newfound strength. In flight she will most likely be shooting through the sky in an effortless grace, tiring out the boys behind her. Her speed is not the only amazing thing about her, but her agility. Her maneuverability excels when in the air, letting her whip around in a second’s notice or change directions without slowing down.
Her hide is a very dark and deep green, giving the impression that she’s black in hue. In the dark, none could see her, and in the light she would be spotted in a moments notice compared to the other bright green pelts. Hers may be dark, but it always shines with its own brilliance.
Personality: Wesayath is more stubborn than a runner and as determined as determined can get. If she has her mind set to something, no one, not even Daine, can stop her. She follows through with all of her plans and ideas, whether they are good or bad. She doesn’t necessarily have a streak of being the good green of the Weyr, but she certainly isn’t the naughty girl.
She is overly protective of Daine, which works out since Daine is overly protective of Wesayath. They look out for each other, and even though they bicker and quarrel over a few subjects, it’s only because they care for each other that much. She gets in arguments with almost everyone she can, making her a very unpopular green. But there is a soft side that only certain people get to see.
The green loves children first of all. She’s a sweetheart to anyone and everyone small or old or who treats her with the same kindness. She does have a thing with men though. Because of Daine and how Hers reacts around them, she has also grown to be cautious around them. She still flirts with the males, but she doesn’t usually make more out of it. So it takes awhile for her to adjust before she might actually consider befriending a male dragon and his bonded.
History: Wesayath wasn’t the first to hatch, or the last. She was probably somewhere in the middle, around the time when everyone had their focus on the previous bronze or brown hatchling to notice the poor green. As soon as she hatched, Daine knew that she would Impress her. She just walked right through the other candidates and eggs until she got to Wesayath. Their bond was always that strong, as if they really were one. By the time the audience realized that she had hatched they were leaving the Hatching Sands to go get food. But it didn’t matter to either of them that no one noticed. They were only paying attention to each other after all. They only needed each other, and that was what mattered.
Clutch: Bronze Dagraith X Gold Ulmerath
Name: Rayne
Contact Info: fallinrayne216 (msn and yahoo messenger)
How you heard of LW: from Obsidian Dreamer
Rider Information
Name: Veralidaine (Daine for short)
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 17 Turns; born early summer/late spring
Orientation: straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank/Wing: Wingrider / Helios Wing
Standing: Daine is completely against helping the North. She believes that if they hadn’t been so self-centered they might all be living in the North still. If they think they can just call back the dragonriders after the revolt, they need to think again.
Family: Lyrra – mother – greenrider – 48 (deceased)
F’iro – father – bluerider – 52 (deceased)
K’mal – half-brother – brownrider – 30
T’ton – half-brother – bluerider – 24
Rei – half-brother – (deceased) – 16 (died at)
Myron – half-brother – apprentice harper – 13
Sellenar – half-brother – apprentice healer – 12
Pets: Prull – brown flit – 3 turns - Prull is vain, egotistical and just outright self-centered. He only thinks about himself and it’s hard to get him to do anything for you unless it somehow helps him get food and such. Daine is probably the only one that he listens to, although there is a few select others that he has been known to follow. Otherwise, he goes off on his own to do anything he wants.
Daine found him on the beach right around the time she was Searched. It was an egg all alone on the sands, but it was right on top without any protection. Usually the mother flit was there and had covered it in some sand. But this egg looked like someone had dropped it while carrying the others off. Daine took it home to take care of it, but it hatched before she made it to the weyr. Luckily, she had been in the dining hall and hurriedly stuffed Prull with meatrolls.
Appearance: Daine is what most would say is the perfect height. Now what really is the perfect height if not everyone is the same? Well then she’s the one that’s never too short and never too tall for any person. So she’s around five six, with long legs to prove it. She’s pretty light for her age, but that doesn’t mean she’s weak with no muscles. Sure she has her weak areas, everyone does, but she is stronger than all of the girls she knows so far. You can’t tell at all though, because of her figure and how well it hides any manly attributes. She hates it too, because it blew her cover once all these feminine curves popped up.
Daine probably has one of the best figures, and she hates it. Give her pants, a shirt, and a dagger any day over dressing up. Her chocolate tendrils are silky to the touch with soft curls that cascade to her shoulders. She doesn’t have curly hair with all of those tight curls, more like loose curls that still seem to have a life of their own with the way she moves. Odd enough, she barely brushes her hair and it’s still that soft. Sure, she washes every night, but that’s about it when it comes to taking care of herself.
Her gaze was about one of the most striking things about her. It was an intense gaze colored of burning emerald, deep green, and the most clear and vibrant coloring, like the color one makes the plants green, that perfect, perfect unnatural green. They were like bottomless pits, never ending, seeming to go on forever as if one could easily lose themselves in them if they stared to long. About the center around her pupil is a lighter green, a bright and striking shade that seems to swirl about, like it had a mind of it's own, like a wraith who had been locked and chained, pulling and fighting against its bonds. Only the wraith was the light green, her gaze it's bonds, and whoever it landed on seeming to be entrapped as well, as if the wraith blamed whoever it's gaze was on for it's capture and holder. It was cold, stoic yet at the same time seemed to convey everything she was thinking, windows to her soul, although only for those who knew how to look, those who saw, not just looked. Only for those who cared to see would see anything more then a cold hard glacier of ice in those lenses. Only those who wished to, who hoped to and knew how to see it, or who knew how to see past the facade themselves, as if they knew it like the back of their eyelids and used it themselves would be able to see and recognize anything more. This was what was held within those holes in her head, this was what others would see, deepening on how they looked though would change the whole thing. They are just so green compared to the others, as if hers are circles of burning green fire.
A thin blue outlines the iris to bring them out even more, rimmed in long black lashes, framing them a bit darkly while brushing pink cheeks here and then when she blinked. Her skin is tan, yet not overly tan, just barely tan, sun-kissed we shall say while cheeks are permanently tinged with pink it seems. Lips are full, bright red like a cherry or a licked lollipop, here and there that are usually in a smirk or mischievous smile. She rarely smiles at people; meaning genuinely smiles, because everyone always seems to get the wrong idea. They think, “Oh, she is nice” when she doesn’t want them to think that.
Her frame is very feminine as already said, and sadly enough, she flaunts it without realizing it. Her hips sway gently to and fro, oddly so much in the most come-hither way possible; even though she doesn’t mean it, it is there when she walks. Usually she tries to wear large and loose shirts and pants to all of herself, even in the hot sun. Sandals are worn on her feet whenever she is told to put some shoes on by the Headwoman; she prefers bare feet. A dagger is hidden somewhere in her pants when she wears those or in her skirt when she switches. It’s as if she switches from being a male to a female all the time, and no one really notices.
Daine is almost a mirror image of her mother, having the same eyes, hair, and build. The truth is, if you stood her next to her father, you wouldn’t be able to find any similarities. But next to her mother, they would look like twins if only her mother was much younger. Supposedly the looks went through the family from her mother’s mother, and so on and so forth.
Personality: Daine has one word that will describe everything to you about her: tomboy. She loves to fight and is most likely the one who started the fight. Fistfights are her favorite, although daggers will do. She has basically every aspect of a boy with an exception of her appearance. You’ll almost always find a bruise or mark on her every day because she can’t resist a good knockdown. She’s pretty good too. And as usual, she’s stuck with some annoying chore like sorting firestone, kitchen duty, making and washing clothes, helping the elderlies, cleaning latrines, cleaning ash pits, etc. until she has no free time to fight anymore. She gets through that short period without a complaint, and once they lift the chores from her, she starts fighting again. She repeats this process again and again, never learning that maybe if she didn’t fight so much, she would have more free time.
Daine doesn’t have many friends, and she admits it. Maybe two or three guy friends and that’s the highest it’s ever been. But she is very protective and loyal, so once you’re her friend, it’s for life. It’s hard to say she cares, because if someone falls down and gets hurt, she won’t be the first person to run over and see if they’re all right. She won’t be asking how they feel or anything because in a way she’s always able to relate in some way or another. So instead, she’s the one trying to make jokes and get the person to laugh so they don’t have to worry or think about something.
She also has a temper, but it’s not anything to get upset about. Sure, she might get angry and yell or just knock you out for a few seconds, but nothing too serious. She’s definitely not shy and isn’t afraid to speak her mind. If an entire group of people says one thing, she’ll say the other just to be different, even if she’ll be alone. She’s used to being alone, so actually being wanted and liked is foreign to her. It’s easier to go down the path she knows, and that’s being independent. She acts like she doesn’t need the world and the world doesn’t need her. But one day she fears that there will be someone that she might actually really care for that will send all of her reasoning and plans out the door. It’s scary for her to have a bond with someone that’s tight enough, so she fears getting hurt.
Whenever she gets close to someone, she ends up getting hurt. So those two or three friends aren’t actually friends that truly count. She doesn’t open up to them or tell them her thoughts. They are just people she hangs out with and plays pranks on people with. A true friend would have stuck by her no matter what happened, and the world seems to be lacking that right now. Daine actually is very trustworthy. You can tell her a secret and she won’t tell a soul. She won’t even give any hints or let her facial expressions give it away. She’s the best person you could tell, and mainly it’s because she has no one to tell. In a way, she’s used by others so that they can get a secret off their chest, but it makes her feel needed in a way she never felt before—even false need.
Daine is pretty open about things and doesn’t jump to a conclusion or choose something because her friend did. She listens to both sides and chooses carefully, whatever that side may be. She’s skilled at basically nothing other than fighting and how to use a dagger or some sort of weapon. Get her to sing and you’ll wish you had never asked. People call her useless at times, but she just brushes it off without saying a word. In her free time you probably will see her swimming in the weyr lake or hanging out with Wesayath. Pulling pranks is pretty fun too when she’s not in Wing Practice, something that she has a habit of either arriving late to or skipping all together. That habit leads to some more nasty and even worse chores than before, while also earning the entire wings’ great disapproval of her. Cleaning ash pits may not sound too bad, but after doing that and several more chores of the kind, her day is packed with boring and monotonous chores.
History: Her past is one that she hasn’t spoken of to anyone other than Wesayath. It’s personal and to repeat it would be too much for her to bear. The man who stole the title as her father forced himself upon her mother, causing her green to go into flight at that moment. Luckily no other dragon was in the skies at the time, but she was caught by the man’s blue bondheart as expected. Daine was born, a “mistake”, as they called it. After that, her mother refused to talk or care for anyone other than Veralidaine.
Daine did all she could to help her mother, but nothing could stop what happened in the end. Ever since she had been born, her mother was plagued with some sort of coughing sickness that never left her. That very cough was what stole her last breath. Her father died shortly after, although this was from disappearing between and never coming out. She had to live with all her half-brothers, who she refused to call a part of her family. They were all sons of that man, and that meant they had no relation. They teased and taunted her, calling her names while pushing her around. She stood up for herself and constantly got into fights. She got beat up pretty badly every day, but she learned and trained hard enough to give them a few good punches.
Being a weyrbrat, she was also known for trouble in the Kitchens and Dining Hall. Sneaking a few bubbly pies here and there or sticking numbweed in some of the dishes were her specialty. She was caught many times and was stuck with many kitchen chores and firestone bagging, but she continued to carry out her mini schemes even after the Headwoman’s threats. So many had mistaken her for a boy when she was younger too. With her looks and personality, there was no way she could be a girl. But growing up with so many boys and no mother figure gave her no one to look to in the ways of being a girl.
After her fourteenth birthing day, she went for a swim on the beach and stumbled upon an flit egg. Prull hatched in the Dining Hall and they Impressed immediately. Only a short time after that did she get Searched and become a candidate for Sodalis Weyr. She Impressed Wesayath there, and they became the dynamic duo throughout Weyrling Training ad then Wing Practice. Impressing the green dragon was the best thing that had ever happened to Daine.
Dragon Information
Name: Wesayath
Color: Green
Age: 3 Turns
Description: Wesayath is small for a green, giving her the air of a higher-ranking dragon. Greens may already be small, but she surely must be the smallest of them all at around twenty feet rather than twenty-four. She’s not malformed and there’s nothing wrong with her body structure. She was just born smaller than the rest, which gives her a slight advantage. At first she was too weak to really fly that well, but after rigorous training between her and Daine once the Weyrling Master taught them how to fly, they worked whenever they could to strengthen her muscles until she could stay in the air as long as the other greens.
She’s a speed demon, as you can guess because of her size and newfound strength. In flight she will most likely be shooting through the sky in an effortless grace, tiring out the boys behind her. Her speed is not the only amazing thing about her, but her agility. Her maneuverability excels when in the air, letting her whip around in a second’s notice or change directions without slowing down.
Her hide is a very dark and deep green, giving the impression that she’s black in hue. In the dark, none could see her, and in the light she would be spotted in a moments notice compared to the other bright green pelts. Hers may be dark, but it always shines with its own brilliance.
Personality: Wesayath is more stubborn than a runner and as determined as determined can get. If she has her mind set to something, no one, not even Daine, can stop her. She follows through with all of her plans and ideas, whether they are good or bad. She doesn’t necessarily have a streak of being the good green of the Weyr, but she certainly isn’t the naughty girl.
She is overly protective of Daine, which works out since Daine is overly protective of Wesayath. They look out for each other, and even though they bicker and quarrel over a few subjects, it’s only because they care for each other that much. She gets in arguments with almost everyone she can, making her a very unpopular green. But there is a soft side that only certain people get to see.
The green loves children first of all. She’s a sweetheart to anyone and everyone small or old or who treats her with the same kindness. She does have a thing with men though. Because of Daine and how Hers reacts around them, she has also grown to be cautious around them. She still flirts with the males, but she doesn’t usually make more out of it. So it takes awhile for her to adjust before she might actually consider befriending a male dragon and his bonded.
History: Wesayath wasn’t the first to hatch, or the last. She was probably somewhere in the middle, around the time when everyone had their focus on the previous bronze or brown hatchling to notice the poor green. As soon as she hatched, Daine knew that she would Impress her. She just walked right through the other candidates and eggs until she got to Wesayath. Their bond was always that strong, as if they really were one. By the time the audience realized that she had hatched they were leaving the Hatching Sands to go get food. But it didn’t matter to either of them that no one noticed. They were only paying attention to each other after all. They only needed each other, and that was what mattered.
Clutch: Bronze Dagraith X Gold Ulmerath