Post by Dizzy on Nov 12, 2005 2:03:25 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300]Player Info[/shadow]
Name: dizzyancute, but you can call me dizzy or dizz
Contact Info: YIM -JynxHadra@yahoo.com, MSN - AislynJade@hotmail.com
How you heard of LW: Helped create it.
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[shadow=red,left,300]Rider Information[/shadow]
Name: Kyparla aka Parla
Gender: Female
Age/Birthingday: 20 turns, early spring right after Turns End
Orientation: Straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman, Queen's Wing
Standing: The Dragonriders are honor bound and therefore must do all they can to save Pern. Not for glory; Not because the Lord Holders are necessarily worth saving… but because of the innocents that trust in them. “What is it all worth… Why did we survive if only to turn and run when we should have stood and fought?”
Pets: One over eager, testoesterone driven bronze firelizard. The gold rider saved Rico about six months ago from a mother feline and hasn’t been able to get rid of him...so much for good deeds.
The young female had hidden her litter of kittens in the weyrling gold‘s weyr and Kyparla had been waiting…trying to catch them out and about. She knew several lower cavern folk that would love a kitten… something that later on would catch the always annoying tunnel snakes. So she waited and waited, using meatrolls as bait. She had asked for raw meat but the cook looked at her funny and ran her out of the kitchens without listening to her. After all… why would a weyrling gold rider need raw meat?
One small head poked its way out of the hole inside the masonry… then another. I don’t understand why you are waiting for those to come out… Savath had lost her intrest in the kittens long since, giving in to the warmth of the sun and her urge to take a nap. I just do… Kyparla could hear the mewlings. It wouldn’t be long and the kittens would be out hunting with their mother. Slowly the rider turned, looking for the momma cat.
She saw her coming from the direction of the beach. At first the queen rider paid no heed to what the feline had in her mouth…perhaps a tunnel snake…it was merely a meal for the feline’s growing brood. Kyparla waited, stock-still hoping that one or more of the kittens would run out to meet the striped female. Kyparla had been down on her hands and knees for at least a half candle mark… she wouldn’t give up now.
One of the kittens made a run for it, scampering out across the sandy wallow. Kyparla grabbed for the small creature, and missed getting a mouth full of sand for her efforts. Did you plan that? That had gotten the gold’s attention and she watched intently… one of her faceted eyes focused sharply on Hers and the mini drama in front of her. Not exactly… it isn’t what I had in mind Savath. It was then that she noticed that what was in the felines mouth was still alive, moving…and looked verra much like a miniature of her dragon.
The female hissed and tried to run away from the gold rider but her prize would surely be lost...it was too big to drag very far, very fast. It barely fit tween her front legs.
Kyparla had ended up eye to eye with the small feline and didn‘t quite think she liked the view. Scampering back to her knees they tired to stare each other down. The rider reached out a tentative hand, the tiny mother let out a muffled growl…it was a draw. She wouldn’t give up the bronze, but neither could she risk herself to the large creature. Kyparla wanted the firelizard it was as plain as that. Biting her lip and shierking off the remainder of her good sense the gold rider grabbed the feline by the knap of her neck ignoring the sharp claws shwipping at her arms. The little feline hung on to the bronze for as long as she could, for all she was worth… but had to drop him to defend herself… you could hear his piteous cries amid curses and growls… Kyparla still on her knees, held the feral feline out away from her body… she verra much wanted to turn the animal loose but was afraid to do so… she was already clawing her arms to peicies. Turn her loose… I’m trying to turn her loose.... Help. The gold let out a low keen, one loud enough to make the feline wet herself and want loose all the more. Savath… that didn’t help… Panic made the gold rider’s voice waver and finally she tossed the lyth feline away from her, hoping she wouldn’t come back…
The female didn’t and soon after Kyparla saw her moving her kittens to an undisclosed location.
Kyparla doesn’t know how the young feline captured Rico, but she figures that a wherrie or tunnel snake injured him at hatching perhaps.
When she found him, he had a few teeth marks on him from the feline and a badly broken wing. Kyparla fed the keening mess of flesh and ichor before cleansing his wounds and setting the wing. For a long time she was worried he wouldn’t be able to fly, but now it seems not to bother the little bronze a bit. The scratches on Kyparla’s arms have long healed as well, although she did sport bandages for quite sometime.
The little bronze is usually verra fun loving and enjoys getting into everything… verra curious. Nothing phases him wither it is the Headwoman swinging a broom at him or a Wingrider chunking rocks… It’s all good. He is sweet and amoras... Especially to the greens of the Weyr. Oh… not to mention possessive of both Savath and Parla. Rico tends to think that both are his queens. The little firelizard to Savath’s amusement and at times annoyance tends to put himself in between her and her bronze suitors.
Even though he can act wherrie headed… don’t let that fool you, Rico would rain fall down on anyone that tired to harm his Kyparla.
Family:
Great Granddame: Retired Beastcrafter Larla aka Gran
Age: ~100 turns (no one can remember her birthing day or turn, and Larla isn’t telling.)
The frail looking woman is grandmother to Lotzak and great-grandmother to his children. She came from Ruatha Hold to the Beastcrafter Hall when she was 14 turns, learning the craft and reaching a rank of Journeywoman before marrying.
Gran, at the age of 19 married into a bloodline from the lands of Keroon and made it her home raising a total of 14 children by 3 different men. All three men passed before Larla’s 60th birthing turn. Her first husband was kicked in the head by a runnerbeast and died two seven days later without ever regaining his senses. She later married his brother and after he passed from a heart aelignment, she married a cousin of the pair. After 20 turns of marriage to the saucy woman, he passed in his sleep. After Grazak’s death, Larla decided she need not marry again, preferring to dedicate her time to her many children and grand children.
In her younger years Gran was known to join the men in the occasional raid on other holds' herds, it was tradition.
It is from Larla that it is thought Kyparla gets her sea green eyes and auburn hair. Everyone knows it is where Kyparla got her hot temper and stubborn streak.
Gran is a small woman, only standing 4’10, but you don’t notice her height or age at all…all you notice is a woman full of fire and charisma.
Father: Masterherder Lotzak,
Age: 52
Lotzak is not a tall man, but he is stout. Muscular from all the years he has spent working in his craft. He has dark black hair, just starting to sprinkle with gray and eyes that are a piercing shade of emerald green. He has a dark olive complexion that gives him a sun kissed look year round. Lotzak also has a strong jaw, which has a stubborn set to it…much like Larla.
Mother: Pylar
Age: 48.
Blond hair blue eyes. The reedy woman is taller than her husband Lotzak, but they still make a good match. She is fair of face, a reedy type woman with broad hips from birthing so many children. She has light skin, much like Larla’s and only her mother’s side of the family is ancestrally from Keroon. Her father moved from the mountains of Benden when he was but 18 turns old, trying his hand as a herder.
Brother: Journeyman Tanner Lyzak
Age: 28
Dark hair like his father, has blue gray eyes like his mother. Tall, not as stout as his father. Dark olive skin as well. Widowed. Wife Malie died in childbirth at the age of 22.
Sister: Journeywoman Weaver Lozya
Age: 26
Married to Journeyman Healer Tavor
Age: 30
Children:
Daughter: Tazya age: 4 and Son: Talo age: 26 months
Dark like her father, taller like her mother. Green eyes like her father, with an olive complexion.
Sister: Pazla
Age: 24
married to a small Keroon land holder, Belan
Age 29
Pazla is again with child and should give birth in another 7 months. Blond hair, gray eyes and short. A bit heavier through the bust and hip than her sisters or mother. Was always joked at that she would make a good broodmare. Something that Belan still teases her about at times.
Pazlan: son, 14 months
Brother: Apprentice beastcrafter Pazak
Age: 19.
Blond, dark green eyes, dark complexion from all the exposure to the sun that comes with herding. About 4 turns ago he went on his first raid... Herdbeast stealing is tradition after all... much like it was in the Scottish highlands of old Terra... It is he that is in line to hold after his father.
Sister:Lota
Age: 16
Black hair, gray eyes fair skin. Tallish.
Sister: Katlar
Age: 13
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin…not sure on height yet.
Sister: Yala
Age: 10
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin.
Sister: Rola
Age: 7
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin
Sister: Zaza
Age: 5
(twin) blond, dark green eyes, fair skin
Brother: Razak
Age: 5
(twin) blond, dark green eyes fair skin
Appearance: Kyparla is a small woman to say the least. She stands right at the unimpressive height of 5’1” and weighs every bit of 115 lbs when soaking wet. Although, somehow her personality makes her seem bigger at times.
The gold rider is lean… in top physical shape and looks good. Lets just say all the candle marks spent in Weyrling training and now Wing practice have made the most of the gifts she was already born with.
The gold rider’s arms are sculpted, long and lean. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat on them or the rest of her body for that matter. Her stomach is flat, without the roundness found in a young girl. She has nicely rounded hips and small but full, shapely breasts. Her legs are long in relation to her body and quite muscular., almost too muscular, a side effect of riding runners her entire life, of being born a herder. If there was one thing she would change it would be the size of her thighs and her ass…
Even though very athletic, the gold rider’s figure does not leaned credence to that assumption. She is extremely feminine, a woman suited to breeding or bedding, not one you would necessarily picture astride a dragon. Not someone you would imagine allowed to be married off to the Weyr.
Fine of bone and covered with beautiful alabaster white skin that just barely tans, giving her a slightly sun kissed look, her face is beautiful. The only mark that mars the gold rider’s face is a small scar above her left eye. When she was 9 she tripped over the front steps to the hold and hit her head on the paving stones. Her da had to give her stitches. She has a small nose and high cheekbones, perhaps a combination of Irish and Norse ancestry from ancient earth, but no one of Pern would know this, not even the family that she was born to.
Deep-set eyes are placed wide on her fair face. They are a strange green, an exotic shade of green that mimic the seas of Pern. A storm of emotion can charge through those eyes in the blink of an eye or they can be as cold as stone, as still as a sea without wind. Be warned, it is better to see anger flash in those beautiful eyes than to see nothing at all.
Kyparla was both blessed and cursed with long wavy auburn hair that at one time went well past her hips. The gold rider’s one vanity is her hair. It has always set her apart… first from her siblings and now from most of the other women in the Weyr. When younger, she would have killed to be like everyone else, to escape the teasing, but as she grows older, she enjoysthe attention it gets her.
Almost two turns ago, soon after impression, she had to cut it to make it easier to care for…gone are the days that she could wait hours for her hair to dry. It almost killed her to cut it. Now it rests right below her shoulder blades and is slightly layered around her face. Some things were worth sacrificing for Savath.
As for how she wears it? Usually down, in a half twist held in place with hair sticks, or in a loose braid with wisps falling down around her long shapely neck and heart shaped face. When flying, she keeps hair braided and pinned tight to her head.
Another distinguishing characteristic…Kyparla was born with a tiny birthmark on her lower back. Very few have every seen it…but if you have…you know her well. Her sisters always fancied that it is in the shape of a delicate dragon's wing. It is around an inch in size and tinted the color of a light bronze dragon.
Clothing: The dragonrider is most comfortable in leather riding pants and billowy peasant style linen blouses that tend to slide off of her shoulders. She also loves to wear tall leather riding boots that come up to her thighs and fit snugly. They are of a dark brown shade, and seem to always be scuffed... No matter how much she polishes. They are well worn, but she refuses to get rid of them. Those boots always helped to protect her legs from brush when she rode herd and now they help to save her legs from the cold of between.
To say the least, Parla really likes her riding boots...don’t mess with her riding boots...it could get you hurt.
The gold rider also wears a matching leather flight jacket when the weather is nasty or she is betweening. It seems to be just as scuffed as her boots, and just as comfortable.
If staying at the Weyr and not out and about, Parla likes to wear skirts made of light linen that wrap around her waist and hang loosely, hitting just above the knee. She also wears tops made of the same material that bare her stomach and her arms…anything to save you from the tropical heat of Lateo. Although she sometimes wears sandals that lace to the knee, due to the tough grasses and the tunnel snakes she still tends to keep her boots on even with her skirts…merely folding them down at the knee. Since becoming Sr. Weyrwoman, this is what you find her in the most.
Kyparla does not have much occasion to wear fancier dresses…but when given the opportunity she is more than happy to put one on, and has learned from Ollandra, Revonna, and Mariska that sometimes more skin goes hand in hand with getting your way… with twisting the Bronze and Brown riders into agreeing with you and doing your bidding.
Her favorite colors are dark blackish greens, golds and reds. Her clothes, at least the majority of them, tend to reflect this preference.
Fav Foods/Drinks Kyparla loves plain yogurt and soft cheeses, things that were plentiful at her home hold. It has been hard for her to get used to having all the fresh fruits that are overly abundent in the south, she still is in awe that she can have fresh juice or fruit when she wants. To her it will prolly always be a treat.
The gold rider is also a fan of wine mainly red or one of the sparkling blushes. She always has at least one glass with her meals... it is on rare occasion that she gets drunk though.
Her down fall... that would have to be Klah. Kyparla is a Klah feind, loving the stimulating beverage. She has to watch how much she drinks... otherwise she won't sleep for days. It helps her keep up with records... but doesn't help the dark circles that like to try to form under her eyes.
"Good Klah should be black like between, hot like the Hatching Sands, and sweeter than a first kiss."
Personality: Kyparla has a hot temper and a sharp tongue. Most who have been on the cross side of the young gold rider tend to tread softly around her afterwards. You truly do not want to be on this petite beauty’s bad side.
The young redhead, much like her great granddame, has a stubborn streak a dragonlength long and not even fog, fall or fire will move her once her mind is set on something. At times she can be willful and reckless, but for the most part she is sweet and kind, giving almost to a fault but don’t push her past her limits… she will push back.
Most get along with her, but few know her, the real her. She is great at wearing masks, it comes from living and playing peacekeeper in such a large family. Also, as Sr. Weyrwoman, it pays to keep people at a distance. It makes it easier to make decisions.
Kyparla for the most part is a modest person, never having much experience to speak of, but the roughness of some of the male riders has been changing that. She no longer blushes at comments made, and tends to make a few of her own…
The gold rider never really had the time for a lover, though a few did try to court her. While at home she had to help take care of 7 younger bothers and sisters…besides, hold girls don’t behave that way. They are suppose to bring honor to their families and a good match, not a bastard child... Just ask her older sisters.
Now, even with the less strict social rules of the Weyr Kyparla is finding it hard to find time for a lover. Only two men have ever known her in that way, only one has stolen her heart.
Skills/Talents/Hobbies: Is people watching a hobby? If not then she doesn’t really have any hobbies.
Kyparla is decent with a knife, and she can also use a crossbow with some skill. Her father taught her young, but she has gotten even better since moving to the Weyr. She was also taught hand to hand combat along side Savath’s bronze, brown, blue and green clutch mates, along side her closest friend, Mariska.
She and Savath love to go hunting when they get the chance and both are hoping to soon try their luck with the large spotted sport cats that lurk in the forests not far from the Weyr. She hopes that she and Mari will be able find the time. Mari knows the area much better than she.
The gold rider is finding that she is relatively good at organizing people and playing the diplomat although at times she can be a bit scatter brained, forgetting exactly what she was suppose to be doing.
Name: dizzyancute, but you can call me dizzy or dizz
Contact Info: YIM -JynxHadra@yahoo.com, MSN - AislynJade@hotmail.com
How you heard of LW: Helped create it.
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[shadow=red,left,300]Rider Information[/shadow]
Name: Kyparla aka Parla
Gender: Female
Age/Birthingday: 20 turns, early spring right after Turns End
Orientation: Straight
Location: Lateo Weyr
Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman, Queen's Wing
Standing: The Dragonriders are honor bound and therefore must do all they can to save Pern. Not for glory; Not because the Lord Holders are necessarily worth saving… but because of the innocents that trust in them. “What is it all worth… Why did we survive if only to turn and run when we should have stood and fought?”
Pets: One over eager, testoesterone driven bronze firelizard. The gold rider saved Rico about six months ago from a mother feline and hasn’t been able to get rid of him...so much for good deeds.
The young female had hidden her litter of kittens in the weyrling gold‘s weyr and Kyparla had been waiting…trying to catch them out and about. She knew several lower cavern folk that would love a kitten… something that later on would catch the always annoying tunnel snakes. So she waited and waited, using meatrolls as bait. She had asked for raw meat but the cook looked at her funny and ran her out of the kitchens without listening to her. After all… why would a weyrling gold rider need raw meat?
One small head poked its way out of the hole inside the masonry… then another. I don’t understand why you are waiting for those to come out… Savath had lost her intrest in the kittens long since, giving in to the warmth of the sun and her urge to take a nap. I just do… Kyparla could hear the mewlings. It wouldn’t be long and the kittens would be out hunting with their mother. Slowly the rider turned, looking for the momma cat.
She saw her coming from the direction of the beach. At first the queen rider paid no heed to what the feline had in her mouth…perhaps a tunnel snake…it was merely a meal for the feline’s growing brood. Kyparla waited, stock-still hoping that one or more of the kittens would run out to meet the striped female. Kyparla had been down on her hands and knees for at least a half candle mark… she wouldn’t give up now.
One of the kittens made a run for it, scampering out across the sandy wallow. Kyparla grabbed for the small creature, and missed getting a mouth full of sand for her efforts. Did you plan that? That had gotten the gold’s attention and she watched intently… one of her faceted eyes focused sharply on Hers and the mini drama in front of her. Not exactly… it isn’t what I had in mind Savath. It was then that she noticed that what was in the felines mouth was still alive, moving…and looked verra much like a miniature of her dragon.
The female hissed and tried to run away from the gold rider but her prize would surely be lost...it was too big to drag very far, very fast. It barely fit tween her front legs.
Kyparla had ended up eye to eye with the small feline and didn‘t quite think she liked the view. Scampering back to her knees they tired to stare each other down. The rider reached out a tentative hand, the tiny mother let out a muffled growl…it was a draw. She wouldn’t give up the bronze, but neither could she risk herself to the large creature. Kyparla wanted the firelizard it was as plain as that. Biting her lip and shierking off the remainder of her good sense the gold rider grabbed the feline by the knap of her neck ignoring the sharp claws shwipping at her arms. The little feline hung on to the bronze for as long as she could, for all she was worth… but had to drop him to defend herself… you could hear his piteous cries amid curses and growls… Kyparla still on her knees, held the feral feline out away from her body… she verra much wanted to turn the animal loose but was afraid to do so… she was already clawing her arms to peicies. Turn her loose… I’m trying to turn her loose.... Help. The gold let out a low keen, one loud enough to make the feline wet herself and want loose all the more. Savath… that didn’t help… Panic made the gold rider’s voice waver and finally she tossed the lyth feline away from her, hoping she wouldn’t come back…
The female didn’t and soon after Kyparla saw her moving her kittens to an undisclosed location.
Kyparla doesn’t know how the young feline captured Rico, but she figures that a wherrie or tunnel snake injured him at hatching perhaps.
When she found him, he had a few teeth marks on him from the feline and a badly broken wing. Kyparla fed the keening mess of flesh and ichor before cleansing his wounds and setting the wing. For a long time she was worried he wouldn’t be able to fly, but now it seems not to bother the little bronze a bit. The scratches on Kyparla’s arms have long healed as well, although she did sport bandages for quite sometime.
The little bronze is usually verra fun loving and enjoys getting into everything… verra curious. Nothing phases him wither it is the Headwoman swinging a broom at him or a Wingrider chunking rocks… It’s all good. He is sweet and amoras... Especially to the greens of the Weyr. Oh… not to mention possessive of both Savath and Parla. Rico tends to think that both are his queens. The little firelizard to Savath’s amusement and at times annoyance tends to put himself in between her and her bronze suitors.
Even though he can act wherrie headed… don’t let that fool you, Rico would rain fall down on anyone that tired to harm his Kyparla.
Family:
Great Granddame: Retired Beastcrafter Larla aka Gran
Age: ~100 turns (no one can remember her birthing day or turn, and Larla isn’t telling.)
The frail looking woman is grandmother to Lotzak and great-grandmother to his children. She came from Ruatha Hold to the Beastcrafter Hall when she was 14 turns, learning the craft and reaching a rank of Journeywoman before marrying.
Gran, at the age of 19 married into a bloodline from the lands of Keroon and made it her home raising a total of 14 children by 3 different men. All three men passed before Larla’s 60th birthing turn. Her first husband was kicked in the head by a runnerbeast and died two seven days later without ever regaining his senses. She later married his brother and after he passed from a heart aelignment, she married a cousin of the pair. After 20 turns of marriage to the saucy woman, he passed in his sleep. After Grazak’s death, Larla decided she need not marry again, preferring to dedicate her time to her many children and grand children.
In her younger years Gran was known to join the men in the occasional raid on other holds' herds, it was tradition.
It is from Larla that it is thought Kyparla gets her sea green eyes and auburn hair. Everyone knows it is where Kyparla got her hot temper and stubborn streak.
Gran is a small woman, only standing 4’10, but you don’t notice her height or age at all…all you notice is a woman full of fire and charisma.
Father: Masterherder Lotzak,
Age: 52
Lotzak is not a tall man, but he is stout. Muscular from all the years he has spent working in his craft. He has dark black hair, just starting to sprinkle with gray and eyes that are a piercing shade of emerald green. He has a dark olive complexion that gives him a sun kissed look year round. Lotzak also has a strong jaw, which has a stubborn set to it…much like Larla.
Mother: Pylar
Age: 48.
Blond hair blue eyes. The reedy woman is taller than her husband Lotzak, but they still make a good match. She is fair of face, a reedy type woman with broad hips from birthing so many children. She has light skin, much like Larla’s and only her mother’s side of the family is ancestrally from Keroon. Her father moved from the mountains of Benden when he was but 18 turns old, trying his hand as a herder.
Brother: Journeyman Tanner Lyzak
Age: 28
Dark hair like his father, has blue gray eyes like his mother. Tall, not as stout as his father. Dark olive skin as well. Widowed. Wife Malie died in childbirth at the age of 22.
Sister: Journeywoman Weaver Lozya
Age: 26
Married to Journeyman Healer Tavor
Age: 30
Children:
Daughter: Tazya age: 4 and Son: Talo age: 26 months
Dark like her father, taller like her mother. Green eyes like her father, with an olive complexion.
Sister: Pazla
Age: 24
married to a small Keroon land holder, Belan
Age 29
Pazla is again with child and should give birth in another 7 months. Blond hair, gray eyes and short. A bit heavier through the bust and hip than her sisters or mother. Was always joked at that she would make a good broodmare. Something that Belan still teases her about at times.
Pazlan: son, 14 months
Brother: Apprentice beastcrafter Pazak
Age: 19.
Blond, dark green eyes, dark complexion from all the exposure to the sun that comes with herding. About 4 turns ago he went on his first raid... Herdbeast stealing is tradition after all... much like it was in the Scottish highlands of old Terra... It is he that is in line to hold after his father.
Sister:Lota
Age: 16
Black hair, gray eyes fair skin. Tallish.
Sister: Katlar
Age: 13
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin…not sure on height yet.
Sister: Yala
Age: 10
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin.
Sister: Rola
Age: 7
Black hair, dark green eyes, and olive skin
Sister: Zaza
Age: 5
(twin) blond, dark green eyes, fair skin
Brother: Razak
Age: 5
(twin) blond, dark green eyes fair skin
Appearance: Kyparla is a small woman to say the least. She stands right at the unimpressive height of 5’1” and weighs every bit of 115 lbs when soaking wet. Although, somehow her personality makes her seem bigger at times.
The gold rider is lean… in top physical shape and looks good. Lets just say all the candle marks spent in Weyrling training and now Wing practice have made the most of the gifts she was already born with.
The gold rider’s arms are sculpted, long and lean. She doesn’t have an ounce of fat on them or the rest of her body for that matter. Her stomach is flat, without the roundness found in a young girl. She has nicely rounded hips and small but full, shapely breasts. Her legs are long in relation to her body and quite muscular., almost too muscular, a side effect of riding runners her entire life, of being born a herder. If there was one thing she would change it would be the size of her thighs and her ass…
Even though very athletic, the gold rider’s figure does not leaned credence to that assumption. She is extremely feminine, a woman suited to breeding or bedding, not one you would necessarily picture astride a dragon. Not someone you would imagine allowed to be married off to the Weyr.
Fine of bone and covered with beautiful alabaster white skin that just barely tans, giving her a slightly sun kissed look, her face is beautiful. The only mark that mars the gold rider’s face is a small scar above her left eye. When she was 9 she tripped over the front steps to the hold and hit her head on the paving stones. Her da had to give her stitches. She has a small nose and high cheekbones, perhaps a combination of Irish and Norse ancestry from ancient earth, but no one of Pern would know this, not even the family that she was born to.
Deep-set eyes are placed wide on her fair face. They are a strange green, an exotic shade of green that mimic the seas of Pern. A storm of emotion can charge through those eyes in the blink of an eye or they can be as cold as stone, as still as a sea without wind. Be warned, it is better to see anger flash in those beautiful eyes than to see nothing at all.
Kyparla was both blessed and cursed with long wavy auburn hair that at one time went well past her hips. The gold rider’s one vanity is her hair. It has always set her apart… first from her siblings and now from most of the other women in the Weyr. When younger, she would have killed to be like everyone else, to escape the teasing, but as she grows older, she enjoysthe attention it gets her.
Almost two turns ago, soon after impression, she had to cut it to make it easier to care for…gone are the days that she could wait hours for her hair to dry. It almost killed her to cut it. Now it rests right below her shoulder blades and is slightly layered around her face. Some things were worth sacrificing for Savath.
As for how she wears it? Usually down, in a half twist held in place with hair sticks, or in a loose braid with wisps falling down around her long shapely neck and heart shaped face. When flying, she keeps hair braided and pinned tight to her head.
Another distinguishing characteristic…Kyparla was born with a tiny birthmark on her lower back. Very few have every seen it…but if you have…you know her well. Her sisters always fancied that it is in the shape of a delicate dragon's wing. It is around an inch in size and tinted the color of a light bronze dragon.
Clothing: The dragonrider is most comfortable in leather riding pants and billowy peasant style linen blouses that tend to slide off of her shoulders. She also loves to wear tall leather riding boots that come up to her thighs and fit snugly. They are of a dark brown shade, and seem to always be scuffed... No matter how much she polishes. They are well worn, but she refuses to get rid of them. Those boots always helped to protect her legs from brush when she rode herd and now they help to save her legs from the cold of between.
To say the least, Parla really likes her riding boots...don’t mess with her riding boots...it could get you hurt.
The gold rider also wears a matching leather flight jacket when the weather is nasty or she is betweening. It seems to be just as scuffed as her boots, and just as comfortable.
If staying at the Weyr and not out and about, Parla likes to wear skirts made of light linen that wrap around her waist and hang loosely, hitting just above the knee. She also wears tops made of the same material that bare her stomach and her arms…anything to save you from the tropical heat of Lateo. Although she sometimes wears sandals that lace to the knee, due to the tough grasses and the tunnel snakes she still tends to keep her boots on even with her skirts…merely folding them down at the knee. Since becoming Sr. Weyrwoman, this is what you find her in the most.
Kyparla does not have much occasion to wear fancier dresses…but when given the opportunity she is more than happy to put one on, and has learned from Ollandra, Revonna, and Mariska that sometimes more skin goes hand in hand with getting your way… with twisting the Bronze and Brown riders into agreeing with you and doing your bidding.
Her favorite colors are dark blackish greens, golds and reds. Her clothes, at least the majority of them, tend to reflect this preference.
Fav Foods/Drinks Kyparla loves plain yogurt and soft cheeses, things that were plentiful at her home hold. It has been hard for her to get used to having all the fresh fruits that are overly abundent in the south, she still is in awe that she can have fresh juice or fruit when she wants. To her it will prolly always be a treat.
The gold rider is also a fan of wine mainly red or one of the sparkling blushes. She always has at least one glass with her meals... it is on rare occasion that she gets drunk though.
Her down fall... that would have to be Klah. Kyparla is a Klah feind, loving the stimulating beverage. She has to watch how much she drinks... otherwise she won't sleep for days. It helps her keep up with records... but doesn't help the dark circles that like to try to form under her eyes.
"Good Klah should be black like between, hot like the Hatching Sands, and sweeter than a first kiss."
Personality: Kyparla has a hot temper and a sharp tongue. Most who have been on the cross side of the young gold rider tend to tread softly around her afterwards. You truly do not want to be on this petite beauty’s bad side.
The young redhead, much like her great granddame, has a stubborn streak a dragonlength long and not even fog, fall or fire will move her once her mind is set on something. At times she can be willful and reckless, but for the most part she is sweet and kind, giving almost to a fault but don’t push her past her limits… she will push back.
Most get along with her, but few know her, the real her. She is great at wearing masks, it comes from living and playing peacekeeper in such a large family. Also, as Sr. Weyrwoman, it pays to keep people at a distance. It makes it easier to make decisions.
Kyparla for the most part is a modest person, never having much experience to speak of, but the roughness of some of the male riders has been changing that. She no longer blushes at comments made, and tends to make a few of her own…
The gold rider never really had the time for a lover, though a few did try to court her. While at home she had to help take care of 7 younger bothers and sisters…besides, hold girls don’t behave that way. They are suppose to bring honor to their families and a good match, not a bastard child... Just ask her older sisters.
Now, even with the less strict social rules of the Weyr Kyparla is finding it hard to find time for a lover. Only two men have ever known her in that way, only one has stolen her heart.
Skills/Talents/Hobbies: Is people watching a hobby? If not then she doesn’t really have any hobbies.
Kyparla is decent with a knife, and she can also use a crossbow with some skill. Her father taught her young, but she has gotten even better since moving to the Weyr. She was also taught hand to hand combat along side Savath’s bronze, brown, blue and green clutch mates, along side her closest friend, Mariska.
She and Savath love to go hunting when they get the chance and both are hoping to soon try their luck with the large spotted sport cats that lurk in the forests not far from the Weyr. She hopes that she and Mari will be able find the time. Mari knows the area much better than she.
The gold rider is finding that she is relatively good at organizing people and playing the diplomat although at times she can be a bit scatter brained, forgetting exactly what she was suppose to be doing.
