Post by lyricalblue on Feb 14, 2006 13:12:48 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Lyrical, Lutta, Steffish, etc.
Contact Info: Sterlingdragonfly@gmail.com, Aim- KawaiNinja1
How you heard of LW: It was all Brit’s fault >.> *hides*
Character Information
Name: Kaminari (Kami shortened)
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 18 late summer
Orientation: heterosexual
Rank: Journeyman Harper
Location: Just assigned to Sodalis Weyr
Affiliation: extremely neutral
Standing: :
Kami has a solid Harper mind, she was trained from a young age to be objective and in her outward mind she is. The Weyrs should have equal standing with the Holds; however she will rarely if ever voice her opinions. In her heart of hearts she reveres the Dragonriders and abhors the struggles they have had to face. If given the opportunity to help them she would leap at the chance, however she is far too cautious a woman to reveal these inner thoughts.
Family:
Father:
Kami has always likened her father to the weather-beaten cliffs near their home. He is old in an almost ageless way; to his daughter he hasn’t changed at all for many, many years. She has no idea what his real age is and if you ask him he would only snort in response. Prone to one or two word sentences, it is hard to believe that Kaminari is his daughter. If it were not for the eyes they both wear not a soul would ever place them as father and daughter.
They bear a profound brown gaze that artists have been trying to replicate for many turns. A Harper to the end, it is he who interested his daughter in the craft and like him she specializes in the stringed instruments. Despite how proud he may be of her accomplishments as a Harper he could never stomach her choices in partners, so after a quarrel a few years ago they have not spoken since.
Mother (deceased):
She died many years ago; Kami was a small girl when her mother passed. Despite the time however she can remember her well, a talkative and merry woman, her mother had been the counter balance to her father. A wonderful cook and a strict housekeeper, she had ruled the family with a wooden ladle. A weaver by trade, she never seemed to sit still. When Kami was still little she developed a wasting disease that eventually took her life.
Brother (deceased):
Almost a complete mix between their parents, Kami’s brother was the eldest sibling. They were as children go, very close; and most of his waking hours was spent with a tottering little girl following after him. He, like his father became a Harper although he had not a true touch for the craft that his father had. Shortly after achieving his Journeyman status he was assigned to an obscure northern sea hold.
He left with tears and the best wishes of his family, but never returned through the following year. Once their father got up the courage to send the small sea hold a letter they found out that he had never arrived and the ship he was on was suspected to have been lost at sea.
Pets: none
Appearance:
Kaminari looks younger than her bare 18 years, distinctly feminine she has dark brown oval eyes courtesy of her long mixed Asian heritage. The color of klah, her eyes are wide set and very expressive, having a tendency to say much more than she otherwise would.
Lean to the point of almost being boyish, she is cut to a Harper trim and can easily blend in with any crowd or change her appearance enough to be unrecognizable. Her brown-black hair is straight and thick and is cut just below her shoulders. She favors her father strongly in features, being round of face and bearing high cheekbones. Her hair however is much like her mother’s, with enough wave to make it indistinct. She is all in all, a face that could be forgotten easily and often reminds people of others they know. Her lips are round and full to the point that she looks like she is wearing an eternal pout.
At any given point in time she has some article of Harper blue about her, though her grab varies as much as her assignments do. She has no particular need or the taste for fine clothes and as such owns very little. If she needs a new outfit along the way she has always found a way of bartering for it. She prides herself on the fact that she can make herself look as lowly as any drudge or as grand as any Lady with very few changes in wardrobe. However the most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a flowing blue Harper blouse. Hide boots reach up mid calf, as good for running as riding, though they lack the normal heal for such. A sash is needed most of the time to keep her breeches about her slim waist and it is a rare day she does not have her knife or a ‘bag of tricks’ as she is fond of calling it.
She is very slim, bearing still that childishness of body and of breast. If in fact she had to pass as a boy there would be very little she would have to do to further this, much to her chagrin. Her legs and arms are willowy and lithe and her neck graceful. With a body hardened from many long runs, her belly is flat and her breasts are small although shapely. Reaching about 5 ft 5in Kami is again doomed to the average.
She has terrible scars on her right knee, a fact which she tries to conceal to the utmost. The scaring is thick and white and covers her entire knee from an accident as child when she kneeled on a hot baking stone placed in front of a fire. It does not hinder her movement or living but is a sore point and she will never wear shortened skirts or pants. Kami’s hands are long and slender with calluses of many years of hard labor and playing various instruments.
Personality:
Confident to the point of seeming obnoxiousness, Kami knows exactly where she stands in life. Unlike most people she truly knows herself and for the most part like to let people know just how great she is. Vibrant and bright, she takes delight in turning conversations on a dime. Her wit is as sharp as it is quick and many a foolish man has found his doom on those edges. Armed with an incredible memory, it is rare she misses anything at all.
Kami borders on that of a phenomenal actor, as she tells it anyway, being able to seem to change into an entirely different person on the drop of a hat. She enjoys this to no end, and her impressions of others got her into much trouble in her schooling days at the Hall. If she cared, Kami could captivate audiences. Her brilliance however does not extend to her instruments much to her annoyance. She is mediocre at any woodwinds at best. And while she can pick up many instruments, most of her playing is just passable. Like her father, she specializes in stringed instruments, mainly the lute. In this field she is one of the better players; however this is only due to many, many hours of practice and her determination.
She has a love for the rougher pleasures, and nothing delights her more than finding a large, well muscled man she can wrap about her finger. Many years from being a virgin, she has had her share of lovers, though never found one who could keep up with her enough to temp a long partnership. An endless wanderer, she hates being cooped up inside for any given length of time. Unless playing an instrument her feet endlessly twitch. Kami has a one track mind when she is truly studying or working and pity the poor fool who interrupts her. She is however, as good as mimicking this state as truly being in it; and this talent has made her invaluable to the Masters she’s worked under. All in all, Kaminari is an excellent Harper and she knows it with a confidence that few have.
Qualms and fears creep up often, but she deals with these as she deals with everything else, examines them, picks them apart and then stores them away in her mind. In her heart of hearts she’d like to find her match, though she has herself pretty thoroughly convinced that he doesn’t exist. So until then she is content with using the ones she finds for whatever she happens to need at that moment. Bartering is one of her favorite pastimes and on Gathers when she isn’t on duty, she’ll find a vendor to haggle for hours with, regardless if she actually wants the said item or not.
Everything she does is with passion and she delights in diving forward. Life is too short to bother regretting she believes and pushes every forward because of it.
History:
A sunset beaming in through fluttering curtains and a table covered in fishnet is the first memory Kaminari can remember. Her mother’s voice ever singing in the background, the smell of salt air and fish, her father’s rough but kind hands; these things were ever present in her childhood recollections.
Born to a cothold just outside Caelum, fishing and fishermen were a constant as much as the sound of her father’s lute was. Kami was born in the late summer, just at the start of the harvest. There was a heavy storm that night and her mother’s labor was hard, in fact Kami did not greet the world until the following morning when the sun kissed the pink clouds and soothed the sea. She can remember how much her mother loved the mornings, always singing, always moving. Her image has faded from memory now but other things stay, the sound of her voice, the smell of the yarn she was always weaving and how she could keep two youngsters occupied all day without seeming to do anything but work her loom.
Her elder brother was a constant source of admiration and Kami followed him about endlessly. Anything he did or liked was fascinating and dissimilar to many brothers, he welcomed the awkward tot on his escapades. Even if he heard about it later from the neighboring boys, the two were virtually inseparable. When their mother first began to show signs of the wasting disease, Kaminari was only 5 years old.
The disease took its toll and their mother gradually got weaker and more exhausted until all she could do was lay in bed. Two years after she contracted the disease, Kami’s mother passed away. It was such a shock to the whole family; it had been coming for years. Finally not hearing her singing or the running sound of the loom was still a shock. Their father never really recovered and where he had been quiet before he became withdrawn and fell into a wine bottle many nights.
Both children started their training as Harpers very young, more or less because it was easier for their father to keep track of them. He never remarried and they moved constantly after that, drifting from hold to hold. The wood grain of the lute, smooth and warm contrasted with the caravans they traveled with and for a few years Kami thought she would never get the splinters out of her backside. Her brother was a constant pillar of support and it was with his help that she managed to learn all her lessons thoroughly.
Both knew their father was running, but from what they never could say, and he certainly never told either of the children. Where her brother excelled at all things Harper, she was barely passable. It seemed all she would be suited for was a backwards cothold like her father. It wasn’t until they lived at Lateo Weyrhold that she ever found any passion in her work. There was a Master there who taught that there was more to being a Harper than singing or piping on a flute. Kami ate up theses lessons with vigor and quickly became one of the top for her age.
When she was 15 and her brother 20 he finally walked the tables and earned his first solo assignment. They were all delighted, a little fearful and tremendously hopeful. He left the following summer to go up to some obscure western cothold. Kami and her father saw him off teary-eyed. Kami had stayed long after everyone else had left and watched the seabirds drift on the winds.
A year passed with no word at all. It was a quiet summer night when her father wrote the letter. Where was his son? He sent word to the cothold and some months later his answer came. The ship had never arrived, no word had ever reached shore and it was suspected that all were lost at sea. Kami couldn’t cry, it was a shock; her brother had always been there, always looked after her. And now…. Now he was missing. They couldn’t even bury him. Father buried himself in wine and work and Kami became more wayward than ever. She sought comfort in the arms of a local beast herdsman and her first time lying with a man was barely memorable for it was so overshadowed with grief.
By the time she too walked the tables, her brother had been dead some 3 years and her mother almost 8. She rambled around with various assignments, gathering information as often as entertaining. Drowning her memories as best she could; music, wine and the intrigue of others filled her life; burying those inner thoughts and pain so far she could hardly remember. On a trip home she found her father once again keeping company with misery and wine. They argued for a long time, about her partners, about her Harpering; but mostly, mostly they argued about memories. Kami took assignment at the Weyr after that, vowing to never see her father again. The past was past, let it stay that way.
Would you like this Char considered for Search? Yes
Color Preference: gold if possible, otherwise green
Sample Rp:
The stone below her was cold, how was that this time of year? It seemed the stone was always cold. She knew from experience that the sands below were extremely hot, enough so that it felt like a hearth if you stood still too long. That dratted humming filled her eyes so that she could barely think; with a pout, Kaminari glanced upwards to look around her. It was a Hatching, one of the most mysterious and coveted events on Pern.
She should feel honored to be here, she should be enjoying this. But between that sharding humming and the air so thick with tension you could cut it, Kami wanted to scream. Scream and run, run till her lungs burned and choked and her legs ceased to carry her. But no… she was stuck here, with all theses people and all those dragons. My but that Queen was big, even from way up on the stands where she was, Kami could see the size of her. It was astounding that a creature that big could love a human so much smaller and frailer than itself. Kami rubbed her temples, oh that dratted humming, she really could hardly hear herself.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd and Kami looked up again. One of the eggs was splitting; they were all rocking back and forth. Like drunken workmen coming home from a gather it seemed, but now this one was actually beginning to hatch. It split totally and even Kami was held riveted, watching this miracle of life. The dragonet spilled out onto the sands, squealing and squirming about. Someone near her made the comment about how lively this one was, normally most took a couple minutes to catch their breath before shrieking for their partners.
Kami’s brown eyes held fast. It was said meeting minds with a dragon, this Impression was like nothing else. She was told by riders that it was joy so thorough and deep that it pierced you through. Never to be alone again, what a dream that was. The dragonet screamed again, shaking Kami out of her reverie. It began to stumble around, getting the feel of its unused legs. Wings, still rumpled and wet flopped against its sides; it was apparent now that the dragon was a little brown. He cried again and one of the boys standing in line quivered, the dragonet cried again and raced towards him. The boy’s eyes grew wide with glee and he yelled out joyously enough to fill the cave with sound. “His name is Xenth!”
Several minutes later the Queen egg began to rock. The hush that fell over the crowd was almost deafeningly reverent in its awe. Along with everyone else, Kami’s eyes fell on the egg. It was a burnished, tawny gold and protected so by the adult queen that one could hardly see it. The egg began to rock harder and finally the Queen leaned back, relaxing her guard over the precious youngster.
Kami had an inkling that the Weyrwoman might have said something to the dragon. After awhile one could spot when each half was talking to the other. The egg rocked again and began to split, the very tip of a nose poking out. Kami leaned forward as did everyone else
seemingly. Poor thing looked to be having a hard time of it, no doubt thought the Harper, those eggs looked pretty darn hard. The few girls circled round the egg looked fair to faint and it brought a smile to Kami’s face, such silly things. The crack grew wider and the nose darted back, a moment later a paw stuck though and clawed at the hole. Several more strained minutes passed and Kami’s gut felt as if it would rise up into her throat. Finally the egg cracked lengthwise and the dragonet spilled out onto the sands. The breath that everyone was holding all released at the same time and sounded like a dragon landing. The thing was tiny, wet and altogether helpless looking.
It stayed lying down on the sands for several minutes and the girls around it wavered. As the tiny queen dried she was seen to be of good conformation, if small for a gold. Her color was tawny and light but a true golden shade. In a flash she was up and keening, looking about for the right person, the young woman that she was to spend the rest of her life together with. Quickly she stumbled past the selected candidates much to the awe of the crowd. Kami watched on as the dragonet began to head in the direction of the stands, what was going on? Wasn’t she supposed to pick one of the girls on the sands? The dragonet keened louder and it seemed time itself stilled while the poor creature swung her head this way and that.
Not a soul dared interfere, so as the little golden creature began to climb the stands all backed away. Step by step the Queen climbed upwards, her wailing cry echoing till Kami felt her heart would break. The little thing was so close to her now, she could almost reach out and touch it. The poor dear, it had to find its partner. What would happen if it didn’t? Had any dragon not Impressed before. She looked away, eyes pinched and then suddenly there was silence and
Kami felt a bump against her hand. The young Harper turned around and glory… Her dark eyes connected with the young hatchlings and she suddenly understood the tales. Love picked her up and washed her away, it knew her, knew everything about her and loved her utterly. No deception no guilt, nothing but pure love and this feeling of absolute joy. Kami fell off the seat and wrapped her arms about the dragonet’s neck like one drowning. Then she heard it, another voice in her head, in her heart. It told her everything in one simple sentence.
Do not fear, I am Veasleath.
My Reasoning for actually going ahead and creating a gold candidate:
Well I guess the main one is I’m crazy and the second one is that I love playing gold. They’re hard but kind of addicting. Maybe its that absolute power corrupting… muwhahaha… okok for the real stuff. I’ve gm’ed several Pern rpgs, two of which I owned. The first of which, ran for four years and had at max some 120 odd members. This failed because I could not find another gm, it was simply to large for me to handle alone. I went through five, yes five other co-gms before I called it quits. The second was Ponaa Weyr, which lasted a little over a year. It was closed mainly due to the fact that we lost too many key players and at the time my co-gm and I could not afford to put the time into revamping it. Kind of a lousy track record since they both died, but my point is that I love playing gold and I will give you guys all I can. Yes, I’m in college and schedules can be hectic so all I can promise you is I will do my very best to be online every day at least long enough to post. I think that’s about it, excuse the rambling… ^^;
Wherrie Teeth
Name: Lyrical, Lutta, Steffish, etc.
Contact Info: Sterlingdragonfly@gmail.com, Aim- KawaiNinja1
How you heard of LW: It was all Brit’s fault >.> *hides*
Character Information
Name: Kaminari (Kami shortened)
Gender: female
Age/Birthday: 18 late summer
Orientation: heterosexual
Rank: Journeyman Harper
Location: Just assigned to Sodalis Weyr
Affiliation: extremely neutral
Standing: :
Kami has a solid Harper mind, she was trained from a young age to be objective and in her outward mind she is. The Weyrs should have equal standing with the Holds; however she will rarely if ever voice her opinions. In her heart of hearts she reveres the Dragonriders and abhors the struggles they have had to face. If given the opportunity to help them she would leap at the chance, however she is far too cautious a woman to reveal these inner thoughts.
Family:
Father:
Kami has always likened her father to the weather-beaten cliffs near their home. He is old in an almost ageless way; to his daughter he hasn’t changed at all for many, many years. She has no idea what his real age is and if you ask him he would only snort in response. Prone to one or two word sentences, it is hard to believe that Kaminari is his daughter. If it were not for the eyes they both wear not a soul would ever place them as father and daughter.
They bear a profound brown gaze that artists have been trying to replicate for many turns. A Harper to the end, it is he who interested his daughter in the craft and like him she specializes in the stringed instruments. Despite how proud he may be of her accomplishments as a Harper he could never stomach her choices in partners, so after a quarrel a few years ago they have not spoken since.
Mother (deceased):
She died many years ago; Kami was a small girl when her mother passed. Despite the time however she can remember her well, a talkative and merry woman, her mother had been the counter balance to her father. A wonderful cook and a strict housekeeper, she had ruled the family with a wooden ladle. A weaver by trade, she never seemed to sit still. When Kami was still little she developed a wasting disease that eventually took her life.
Brother (deceased):
Almost a complete mix between their parents, Kami’s brother was the eldest sibling. They were as children go, very close; and most of his waking hours was spent with a tottering little girl following after him. He, like his father became a Harper although he had not a true touch for the craft that his father had. Shortly after achieving his Journeyman status he was assigned to an obscure northern sea hold.
He left with tears and the best wishes of his family, but never returned through the following year. Once their father got up the courage to send the small sea hold a letter they found out that he had never arrived and the ship he was on was suspected to have been lost at sea.
Pets: none
Appearance:
Kaminari looks younger than her bare 18 years, distinctly feminine she has dark brown oval eyes courtesy of her long mixed Asian heritage. The color of klah, her eyes are wide set and very expressive, having a tendency to say much more than she otherwise would.
Lean to the point of almost being boyish, she is cut to a Harper trim and can easily blend in with any crowd or change her appearance enough to be unrecognizable. Her brown-black hair is straight and thick and is cut just below her shoulders. She favors her father strongly in features, being round of face and bearing high cheekbones. Her hair however is much like her mother’s, with enough wave to make it indistinct. She is all in all, a face that could be forgotten easily and often reminds people of others they know. Her lips are round and full to the point that she looks like she is wearing an eternal pout.
At any given point in time she has some article of Harper blue about her, though her grab varies as much as her assignments do. She has no particular need or the taste for fine clothes and as such owns very little. If she needs a new outfit along the way she has always found a way of bartering for it. She prides herself on the fact that she can make herself look as lowly as any drudge or as grand as any Lady with very few changes in wardrobe. However the most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a flowing blue Harper blouse. Hide boots reach up mid calf, as good for running as riding, though they lack the normal heal for such. A sash is needed most of the time to keep her breeches about her slim waist and it is a rare day she does not have her knife or a ‘bag of tricks’ as she is fond of calling it.
She is very slim, bearing still that childishness of body and of breast. If in fact she had to pass as a boy there would be very little she would have to do to further this, much to her chagrin. Her legs and arms are willowy and lithe and her neck graceful. With a body hardened from many long runs, her belly is flat and her breasts are small although shapely. Reaching about 5 ft 5in Kami is again doomed to the average.
She has terrible scars on her right knee, a fact which she tries to conceal to the utmost. The scaring is thick and white and covers her entire knee from an accident as child when she kneeled on a hot baking stone placed in front of a fire. It does not hinder her movement or living but is a sore point and she will never wear shortened skirts or pants. Kami’s hands are long and slender with calluses of many years of hard labor and playing various instruments.
Personality:
Confident to the point of seeming obnoxiousness, Kami knows exactly where she stands in life. Unlike most people she truly knows herself and for the most part like to let people know just how great she is. Vibrant and bright, she takes delight in turning conversations on a dime. Her wit is as sharp as it is quick and many a foolish man has found his doom on those edges. Armed with an incredible memory, it is rare she misses anything at all.
Kami borders on that of a phenomenal actor, as she tells it anyway, being able to seem to change into an entirely different person on the drop of a hat. She enjoys this to no end, and her impressions of others got her into much trouble in her schooling days at the Hall. If she cared, Kami could captivate audiences. Her brilliance however does not extend to her instruments much to her annoyance. She is mediocre at any woodwinds at best. And while she can pick up many instruments, most of her playing is just passable. Like her father, she specializes in stringed instruments, mainly the lute. In this field she is one of the better players; however this is only due to many, many hours of practice and her determination.
She has a love for the rougher pleasures, and nothing delights her more than finding a large, well muscled man she can wrap about her finger. Many years from being a virgin, she has had her share of lovers, though never found one who could keep up with her enough to temp a long partnership. An endless wanderer, she hates being cooped up inside for any given length of time. Unless playing an instrument her feet endlessly twitch. Kami has a one track mind when she is truly studying or working and pity the poor fool who interrupts her. She is however, as good as mimicking this state as truly being in it; and this talent has made her invaluable to the Masters she’s worked under. All in all, Kaminari is an excellent Harper and she knows it with a confidence that few have.
Qualms and fears creep up often, but she deals with these as she deals with everything else, examines them, picks them apart and then stores them away in her mind. In her heart of hearts she’d like to find her match, though she has herself pretty thoroughly convinced that he doesn’t exist. So until then she is content with using the ones she finds for whatever she happens to need at that moment. Bartering is one of her favorite pastimes and on Gathers when she isn’t on duty, she’ll find a vendor to haggle for hours with, regardless if she actually wants the said item or not.
Everything she does is with passion and she delights in diving forward. Life is too short to bother regretting she believes and pushes every forward because of it.
History:
A sunset beaming in through fluttering curtains and a table covered in fishnet is the first memory Kaminari can remember. Her mother’s voice ever singing in the background, the smell of salt air and fish, her father’s rough but kind hands; these things were ever present in her childhood recollections.
Born to a cothold just outside Caelum, fishing and fishermen were a constant as much as the sound of her father’s lute was. Kami was born in the late summer, just at the start of the harvest. There was a heavy storm that night and her mother’s labor was hard, in fact Kami did not greet the world until the following morning when the sun kissed the pink clouds and soothed the sea. She can remember how much her mother loved the mornings, always singing, always moving. Her image has faded from memory now but other things stay, the sound of her voice, the smell of the yarn she was always weaving and how she could keep two youngsters occupied all day without seeming to do anything but work her loom.
Her elder brother was a constant source of admiration and Kami followed him about endlessly. Anything he did or liked was fascinating and dissimilar to many brothers, he welcomed the awkward tot on his escapades. Even if he heard about it later from the neighboring boys, the two were virtually inseparable. When their mother first began to show signs of the wasting disease, Kaminari was only 5 years old.
The disease took its toll and their mother gradually got weaker and more exhausted until all she could do was lay in bed. Two years after she contracted the disease, Kami’s mother passed away. It was such a shock to the whole family; it had been coming for years. Finally not hearing her singing or the running sound of the loom was still a shock. Their father never really recovered and where he had been quiet before he became withdrawn and fell into a wine bottle many nights.
Both children started their training as Harpers very young, more or less because it was easier for their father to keep track of them. He never remarried and they moved constantly after that, drifting from hold to hold. The wood grain of the lute, smooth and warm contrasted with the caravans they traveled with and for a few years Kami thought she would never get the splinters out of her backside. Her brother was a constant pillar of support and it was with his help that she managed to learn all her lessons thoroughly.
Both knew their father was running, but from what they never could say, and he certainly never told either of the children. Where her brother excelled at all things Harper, she was barely passable. It seemed all she would be suited for was a backwards cothold like her father. It wasn’t until they lived at Lateo Weyrhold that she ever found any passion in her work. There was a Master there who taught that there was more to being a Harper than singing or piping on a flute. Kami ate up theses lessons with vigor and quickly became one of the top for her age.
When she was 15 and her brother 20 he finally walked the tables and earned his first solo assignment. They were all delighted, a little fearful and tremendously hopeful. He left the following summer to go up to some obscure western cothold. Kami and her father saw him off teary-eyed. Kami had stayed long after everyone else had left and watched the seabirds drift on the winds.
A year passed with no word at all. It was a quiet summer night when her father wrote the letter. Where was his son? He sent word to the cothold and some months later his answer came. The ship had never arrived, no word had ever reached shore and it was suspected that all were lost at sea. Kami couldn’t cry, it was a shock; her brother had always been there, always looked after her. And now…. Now he was missing. They couldn’t even bury him. Father buried himself in wine and work and Kami became more wayward than ever. She sought comfort in the arms of a local beast herdsman and her first time lying with a man was barely memorable for it was so overshadowed with grief.
By the time she too walked the tables, her brother had been dead some 3 years and her mother almost 8. She rambled around with various assignments, gathering information as often as entertaining. Drowning her memories as best she could; music, wine and the intrigue of others filled her life; burying those inner thoughts and pain so far she could hardly remember. On a trip home she found her father once again keeping company with misery and wine. They argued for a long time, about her partners, about her Harpering; but mostly, mostly they argued about memories. Kami took assignment at the Weyr after that, vowing to never see her father again. The past was past, let it stay that way.
Would you like this Char considered for Search? Yes
Color Preference: gold if possible, otherwise green
Sample Rp:
The stone below her was cold, how was that this time of year? It seemed the stone was always cold. She knew from experience that the sands below were extremely hot, enough so that it felt like a hearth if you stood still too long. That dratted humming filled her eyes so that she could barely think; with a pout, Kaminari glanced upwards to look around her. It was a Hatching, one of the most mysterious and coveted events on Pern.
She should feel honored to be here, she should be enjoying this. But between that sharding humming and the air so thick with tension you could cut it, Kami wanted to scream. Scream and run, run till her lungs burned and choked and her legs ceased to carry her. But no… she was stuck here, with all theses people and all those dragons. My but that Queen was big, even from way up on the stands where she was, Kami could see the size of her. It was astounding that a creature that big could love a human so much smaller and frailer than itself. Kami rubbed her temples, oh that dratted humming, she really could hardly hear herself.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd and Kami looked up again. One of the eggs was splitting; they were all rocking back and forth. Like drunken workmen coming home from a gather it seemed, but now this one was actually beginning to hatch. It split totally and even Kami was held riveted, watching this miracle of life. The dragonet spilled out onto the sands, squealing and squirming about. Someone near her made the comment about how lively this one was, normally most took a couple minutes to catch their breath before shrieking for their partners.
Kami’s brown eyes held fast. It was said meeting minds with a dragon, this Impression was like nothing else. She was told by riders that it was joy so thorough and deep that it pierced you through. Never to be alone again, what a dream that was. The dragonet screamed again, shaking Kami out of her reverie. It began to stumble around, getting the feel of its unused legs. Wings, still rumpled and wet flopped against its sides; it was apparent now that the dragon was a little brown. He cried again and one of the boys standing in line quivered, the dragonet cried again and raced towards him. The boy’s eyes grew wide with glee and he yelled out joyously enough to fill the cave with sound. “His name is Xenth!”
Several minutes later the Queen egg began to rock. The hush that fell over the crowd was almost deafeningly reverent in its awe. Along with everyone else, Kami’s eyes fell on the egg. It was a burnished, tawny gold and protected so by the adult queen that one could hardly see it. The egg began to rock harder and finally the Queen leaned back, relaxing her guard over the precious youngster.
Kami had an inkling that the Weyrwoman might have said something to the dragon. After awhile one could spot when each half was talking to the other. The egg rocked again and began to split, the very tip of a nose poking out. Kami leaned forward as did everyone else
seemingly. Poor thing looked to be having a hard time of it, no doubt thought the Harper, those eggs looked pretty darn hard. The few girls circled round the egg looked fair to faint and it brought a smile to Kami’s face, such silly things. The crack grew wider and the nose darted back, a moment later a paw stuck though and clawed at the hole. Several more strained minutes passed and Kami’s gut felt as if it would rise up into her throat. Finally the egg cracked lengthwise and the dragonet spilled out onto the sands. The breath that everyone was holding all released at the same time and sounded like a dragon landing. The thing was tiny, wet and altogether helpless looking.
It stayed lying down on the sands for several minutes and the girls around it wavered. As the tiny queen dried she was seen to be of good conformation, if small for a gold. Her color was tawny and light but a true golden shade. In a flash she was up and keening, looking about for the right person, the young woman that she was to spend the rest of her life together with. Quickly she stumbled past the selected candidates much to the awe of the crowd. Kami watched on as the dragonet began to head in the direction of the stands, what was going on? Wasn’t she supposed to pick one of the girls on the sands? The dragonet keened louder and it seemed time itself stilled while the poor creature swung her head this way and that.
Not a soul dared interfere, so as the little golden creature began to climb the stands all backed away. Step by step the Queen climbed upwards, her wailing cry echoing till Kami felt her heart would break. The little thing was so close to her now, she could almost reach out and touch it. The poor dear, it had to find its partner. What would happen if it didn’t? Had any dragon not Impressed before. She looked away, eyes pinched and then suddenly there was silence and
Kami felt a bump against her hand. The young Harper turned around and glory… Her dark eyes connected with the young hatchlings and she suddenly understood the tales. Love picked her up and washed her away, it knew her, knew everything about her and loved her utterly. No deception no guilt, nothing but pure love and this feeling of absolute joy. Kami fell off the seat and wrapped her arms about the dragonet’s neck like one drowning. Then she heard it, another voice in her head, in her heart. It told her everything in one simple sentence.
Do not fear, I am Veasleath.
My Reasoning for actually going ahead and creating a gold candidate:
Well I guess the main one is I’m crazy and the second one is that I love playing gold. They’re hard but kind of addicting. Maybe its that absolute power corrupting… muwhahaha… okok for the real stuff. I’ve gm’ed several Pern rpgs, two of which I owned. The first of which, ran for four years and had at max some 120 odd members. This failed because I could not find another gm, it was simply to large for me to handle alone. I went through five, yes five other co-gms before I called it quits. The second was Ponaa Weyr, which lasted a little over a year. It was closed mainly due to the fact that we lost too many key players and at the time my co-gm and I could not afford to put the time into revamping it. Kind of a lousy track record since they both died, but my point is that I love playing gold and I will give you guys all I can. Yes, I’m in college and schedules can be hectic so all I can promise you is I will do my very best to be online every day at least long enough to post. I think that’s about it, excuse the rambling… ^^;
Wherrie Teeth
