Post by E on Dec 3, 2005 19:04:47 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Effluo or E
Contact Info:
kreinera@msu.edu
AIM~ EffluoSmaragdus
YIM~ Effluo_Smaragdus
Character Information
Name: Amoare
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: Sixteen Turns, Summer Birthing Day
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank: Weyrbrat
Family: Born in the Weyr and raised by it, Amoare does not know her real parents, but could easily name every dragon and rider in the Weyr. Not only does she know everyone, but just about everyone knows her in one way or another.
Pets: Bronze Flit - Lues (plague) - This flit should have the words "keep away from sugar" tatoo'd onto his hide. He's normally a laid back bronze, but will go crazy if he ingests sugar and sweets. He isn't really protective of Amoare unless she calls for his help. Usually using Amoare for food or someone to sleep with, he's often not found in her company unless its warm outside.
Appearance: Amoara’s young age gives her an air of innocence that compliments her child-like features. Her face is still soft with her 10-turn smile and easy laughter that shows she truly is still a child at heart. Pale blue eyes look like gems set into a dolls face. Her eyes twinkle when she is happy and dance when she finds something she sees as beautiful. She is still easily hurt though and her eyes betray her feelings, growing moist and cloudy.
Soft hair hangs from her head in a black cascade ending just below her shoulders. While she longs to have the long beautiful locks that adorn some women, she understands the practicality of keeping it semi-short. Kept in check behind her ears, the black hair complements the softly tanned skin. Compared to the others in the Weyr, she looks pale, but no matter how long she stays out, Amoare doesn’t seem to get a darker tint to her warm, natural color.
Even at fifteen turns, Amoare’s body has a more childish appearance to it than the women its struggling to grow into. Her hands are small and dainty, but not unused to work as she is often doing one chore or another. She has recently hit a growth spurt though, which left her standing 5’4” and looking rather lanky, with arms and legs longer than she is use to. Her torso was also affected with the sudden spurt, her stomach left much flatter and her shoulders a little broader. Standing next to a man, however, she still holds that dainty look.
Amoare’s overall look leaves a person seeing her as a child, but in truth that is changing. Her legs have started to fill out and become shapely just as her waist is starting to learn that suggestive sway. Amoare is still unaware to the changes however, far too concerned in other affairs to worry that her shirts are slowly growing more restrictive as she matures to fit them.
iballer.com/divas/holmes/images/h17_jpg.jpg
Personality: Born in the Weyr, Amoare is no stranger to hard work and does not complain when asked to do extra. Instead she just smiles and gets right to work, knowing that once it is done she’ll be free to help elsewhere. Amoare thinks towards the future more than most and because of that she holds reputation in high regard and strives to build hers in every available moment so that when she’s older she’ll be able to gain the trust of others more easily. If she gets in their good graces now, they'll be more inclined in the future to help her out if need be. Its always easier to hand out trust and help to those who could be counted on for so long. Whether it is helping random riders or running messages back and forth for those without dragons. Amoare always manages to be in the right spot when help is needed.
Amoare loves to be outside in the sun or under the starry sky, but when it comes to clouds she’s nowhere near a door. If there is one thing Amoare fears it is the rain. Even the lightest shower leaves her shaking inside, as far away from it as she can get. When it comes to a full out storm one can never find her for she’ll tuck herself away beneath every blanket she owns, trying to drown out the sound of the thunder.
Just as she looks, Amoare is still a child at heart. She still plays with the toddlers, loving the way they smile simply because she is there. Partaking in many of the games the other weyrbrats play, Amoare enjoys the little bit of childhood she still has left, even while she works hard to make a future for herself.
While she never argues with an adult, she isn’t a quiet person. While most weyrbrats are a little timid around the riders, Amoare finds herself talking to any willing to listen. She remembers almost everything they say and is exceptionally careful to always say a polite hello to the Weyrleader and each of the Weyrwomen.
A curiosity that would rival a flit’s, Amoare often finds herself knowing more than a lowly weyrling should. Often running messages, she finds herself overwhelmingly tempted to read every last one of them. Because of this, she quickly learned everything that was going on because of this, but has never told anyone. Instead she would use what she knew to give winning advice to a rider, advancing herself just a little in their eyes, or simply use it to better understand why some acted the way they did.
History: A daughter of the Weyr, Amoare had all the family she needed within the bowl. She was an average sized baby at birth and was very healthy. Just like any other baby cared for by the Weyr, she’d cry when neglected, scream when hungry, laugh when played with and smile when held. As an infant she’d want to hold everything whether it be a woman’s hair or a riders glove. Her pale blue eyes would take in everything with a wide-eyed gaze that would only lessen when her mood darkened.
At six turns, Amoare found herself teased by the other weyrbrats who were mostly older boys of seven and eight turns. They’d torment her, stealing her rag doll and pulling her long, black braids. One particular night they had succeeded in stealing her doll again and she chased them as fast as her shorter legs would carry her thru the lower caverns, her sobs audible, but not overly loud.
After much chasing, the boys would usually toss the doll in the mud and laugh when she pulled it out. That night, however, there was a fierce storm outside. Standing at the door, they threw the doll as hard as they could into the pouring rain. The doll was the most important thing in the world to Amoare at that age and she wouldn’t lose it to the world, no matter how scary the dark was. Letting out a cry the girl had chased her doll outside and those nasty little boys closed the door…
That night the storm was unnaturally strong and after finding her doll, Amoare was soaked to the bone, the fierce rain pelting her young skin brutally. When she found her way back to the door, she was more than ready to run crying to the first adult she seen. The terror that raced thru her very bones when she realized it was locked was enough to send a ten-turn-old child into shock.
Panic gripping her and the rain leaving bruises she ran toward the nearest tree, wanting nothing more than to get out of the rain. Her young feet slipped in the mud and she went sprawling. Breath knocked out of her, she found herself looking at the leaves above her. In the downpour, the leaves did not slow the rain, but made the drops larger and harder. The water drenched her face without stop, choking her as she struggled to catch the breath she had lost. That’s when the lightning came…
The flashes of light changed the dark, wet world around her into a ghastly vision, turning the tree she had once sought for shelter into a skeleton frame. Stumbling backwards away from the tree, another lightning cast struck setting the tree on fire. The noise was so loud and the flash so bright that Amoare’s heart stopped.
The warmth between her legs was what finally shook Amoare enough to stand and run. Forgetting her doll, Amoare ran in blind fear searching for anything living in whom she could find comfort. It was finally the WeyrHall that she found open and she rushed in screaming in terror right up to the first person she found, not caring who it was. The shocked man picked her up with a startled look in her face and struggled to comfort her… She’s never forgotten that night…
As she grew older, Amoare learned that bullies were not important enough to worry about and so ignored them. It was as soon as they learned that they did not affect her that they found another target and Amoare’s life began to brighten. Old enough for chores, she found a special satisfaction in helping others. Enjoying the feeling more than anything else, she asked to help anyone she could. As soon as the sky would darken though, Amoare would be nowhere to be found, hiding herself away from the falling water. After every rainfall, Amoare found herself needing to run away from the nightmares she relived inside and learned the simple joy of running. It was a hobby she finally picked up and still does today.
Her curiosity as a baby grew with her and Amoare found herself strangely curious about every aspect of the Weyr. From the famous beasts, to the running of the Hall, to the sorting of records even to the secret running of the Weyrwomen and Weyrleader began to spark her interest. Finding the easiest way to answer the thousands of questions that filled her head was thru voluntary work, Amoare rushed every day to finish her own chores before deciding what she’d answer that day. Whether she went to the records room to look for a person to help or find a nearby rider washing his dragon or even tailing behind the headwomen as she shouted orders, Amoare would always find someone who was more than happy to have a helper or a pair of strong legs to run messages. Thru these kind acts of voluntary labor, Amoare soon found herself understanding more of the Weyr from every aspect than most riders.
Color Preference: Well since I'm hoping to play her as a gold candidate....
Name: Effluo or E
Contact Info:
kreinera@msu.edu
AIM~ EffluoSmaragdus
YIM~ Effluo_Smaragdus
Character Information
Name: Amoare
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: Sixteen Turns, Summer Birthing Day
Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: Sodalis Weyr
Rank: Weyrbrat
Family: Born in the Weyr and raised by it, Amoare does not know her real parents, but could easily name every dragon and rider in the Weyr. Not only does she know everyone, but just about everyone knows her in one way or another.
Pets: Bronze Flit - Lues (plague) - This flit should have the words "keep away from sugar" tatoo'd onto his hide. He's normally a laid back bronze, but will go crazy if he ingests sugar and sweets. He isn't really protective of Amoare unless she calls for his help. Usually using Amoare for food or someone to sleep with, he's often not found in her company unless its warm outside.
Appearance: Amoara’s young age gives her an air of innocence that compliments her child-like features. Her face is still soft with her 10-turn smile and easy laughter that shows she truly is still a child at heart. Pale blue eyes look like gems set into a dolls face. Her eyes twinkle when she is happy and dance when she finds something she sees as beautiful. She is still easily hurt though and her eyes betray her feelings, growing moist and cloudy.
Soft hair hangs from her head in a black cascade ending just below her shoulders. While she longs to have the long beautiful locks that adorn some women, she understands the practicality of keeping it semi-short. Kept in check behind her ears, the black hair complements the softly tanned skin. Compared to the others in the Weyr, she looks pale, but no matter how long she stays out, Amoare doesn’t seem to get a darker tint to her warm, natural color.
Even at fifteen turns, Amoare’s body has a more childish appearance to it than the women its struggling to grow into. Her hands are small and dainty, but not unused to work as she is often doing one chore or another. She has recently hit a growth spurt though, which left her standing 5’4” and looking rather lanky, with arms and legs longer than she is use to. Her torso was also affected with the sudden spurt, her stomach left much flatter and her shoulders a little broader. Standing next to a man, however, she still holds that dainty look.
Amoare’s overall look leaves a person seeing her as a child, but in truth that is changing. Her legs have started to fill out and become shapely just as her waist is starting to learn that suggestive sway. Amoare is still unaware to the changes however, far too concerned in other affairs to worry that her shirts are slowly growing more restrictive as she matures to fit them.
iballer.com/divas/holmes/images/h17_jpg.jpg
Personality: Born in the Weyr, Amoare is no stranger to hard work and does not complain when asked to do extra. Instead she just smiles and gets right to work, knowing that once it is done she’ll be free to help elsewhere. Amoare thinks towards the future more than most and because of that she holds reputation in high regard and strives to build hers in every available moment so that when she’s older she’ll be able to gain the trust of others more easily. If she gets in their good graces now, they'll be more inclined in the future to help her out if need be. Its always easier to hand out trust and help to those who could be counted on for so long. Whether it is helping random riders or running messages back and forth for those without dragons. Amoare always manages to be in the right spot when help is needed.
Amoare loves to be outside in the sun or under the starry sky, but when it comes to clouds she’s nowhere near a door. If there is one thing Amoare fears it is the rain. Even the lightest shower leaves her shaking inside, as far away from it as she can get. When it comes to a full out storm one can never find her for she’ll tuck herself away beneath every blanket she owns, trying to drown out the sound of the thunder.
Just as she looks, Amoare is still a child at heart. She still plays with the toddlers, loving the way they smile simply because she is there. Partaking in many of the games the other weyrbrats play, Amoare enjoys the little bit of childhood she still has left, even while she works hard to make a future for herself.
While she never argues with an adult, she isn’t a quiet person. While most weyrbrats are a little timid around the riders, Amoare finds herself talking to any willing to listen. She remembers almost everything they say and is exceptionally careful to always say a polite hello to the Weyrleader and each of the Weyrwomen.
A curiosity that would rival a flit’s, Amoare often finds herself knowing more than a lowly weyrling should. Often running messages, she finds herself overwhelmingly tempted to read every last one of them. Because of this, she quickly learned everything that was going on because of this, but has never told anyone. Instead she would use what she knew to give winning advice to a rider, advancing herself just a little in their eyes, or simply use it to better understand why some acted the way they did.
History: A daughter of the Weyr, Amoare had all the family she needed within the bowl. She was an average sized baby at birth and was very healthy. Just like any other baby cared for by the Weyr, she’d cry when neglected, scream when hungry, laugh when played with and smile when held. As an infant she’d want to hold everything whether it be a woman’s hair or a riders glove. Her pale blue eyes would take in everything with a wide-eyed gaze that would only lessen when her mood darkened.
At six turns, Amoare found herself teased by the other weyrbrats who were mostly older boys of seven and eight turns. They’d torment her, stealing her rag doll and pulling her long, black braids. One particular night they had succeeded in stealing her doll again and she chased them as fast as her shorter legs would carry her thru the lower caverns, her sobs audible, but not overly loud.
After much chasing, the boys would usually toss the doll in the mud and laugh when she pulled it out. That night, however, there was a fierce storm outside. Standing at the door, they threw the doll as hard as they could into the pouring rain. The doll was the most important thing in the world to Amoare at that age and she wouldn’t lose it to the world, no matter how scary the dark was. Letting out a cry the girl had chased her doll outside and those nasty little boys closed the door…
That night the storm was unnaturally strong and after finding her doll, Amoare was soaked to the bone, the fierce rain pelting her young skin brutally. When she found her way back to the door, she was more than ready to run crying to the first adult she seen. The terror that raced thru her very bones when she realized it was locked was enough to send a ten-turn-old child into shock.
Panic gripping her and the rain leaving bruises she ran toward the nearest tree, wanting nothing more than to get out of the rain. Her young feet slipped in the mud and she went sprawling. Breath knocked out of her, she found herself looking at the leaves above her. In the downpour, the leaves did not slow the rain, but made the drops larger and harder. The water drenched her face without stop, choking her as she struggled to catch the breath she had lost. That’s when the lightning came…
The flashes of light changed the dark, wet world around her into a ghastly vision, turning the tree she had once sought for shelter into a skeleton frame. Stumbling backwards away from the tree, another lightning cast struck setting the tree on fire. The noise was so loud and the flash so bright that Amoare’s heart stopped.
The warmth between her legs was what finally shook Amoare enough to stand and run. Forgetting her doll, Amoare ran in blind fear searching for anything living in whom she could find comfort. It was finally the WeyrHall that she found open and she rushed in screaming in terror right up to the first person she found, not caring who it was. The shocked man picked her up with a startled look in her face and struggled to comfort her… She’s never forgotten that night…
As she grew older, Amoare learned that bullies were not important enough to worry about and so ignored them. It was as soon as they learned that they did not affect her that they found another target and Amoare’s life began to brighten. Old enough for chores, she found a special satisfaction in helping others. Enjoying the feeling more than anything else, she asked to help anyone she could. As soon as the sky would darken though, Amoare would be nowhere to be found, hiding herself away from the falling water. After every rainfall, Amoare found herself needing to run away from the nightmares she relived inside and learned the simple joy of running. It was a hobby she finally picked up and still does today.
Her curiosity as a baby grew with her and Amoare found herself strangely curious about every aspect of the Weyr. From the famous beasts, to the running of the Hall, to the sorting of records even to the secret running of the Weyrwomen and Weyrleader began to spark her interest. Finding the easiest way to answer the thousands of questions that filled her head was thru voluntary work, Amoare rushed every day to finish her own chores before deciding what she’d answer that day. Whether she went to the records room to look for a person to help or find a nearby rider washing his dragon or even tailing behind the headwomen as she shouted orders, Amoare would always find someone who was more than happy to have a helper or a pair of strong legs to run messages. Thru these kind acts of voluntary labor, Amoare soon found herself understanding more of the Weyr from every aspect than most riders.
Color Preference: Well since I'm hoping to play her as a gold candidate....
