Post by ladyhawke on Nov 17, 2005 15:01:43 GMT -5
Player Info
Name: Brit
Contact Info: keishinme@msn.com
How you heard of LW: I’m Britalia…..just felt like being a nerd and using two SNs.
Character Information
Name: Aywen
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 19, late fall
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Journeywoman Healer
Location: Lateo Weyr
Affiliation: Peaceful
Standing: Being raised at Lateo, she loves all dragons and riders and believes they are to be honored and respected.
Family: Grandfather: D’vin, rider of bronze Avomnorath. (Deceased) In his prime, D’vin was tall and lean, with a tan that easily displayed how often his duties put him in the sun. His hair was as red as clay, with piercing aquamarine eyes that were a lovely mix of blue and green. His was an easy-going, laid-back type of man, who’s presence commanded respect rather than he having to order it.
Father: T’mos, rider of brown Amsherth. (37) He is tall and cute, blessed with boyishly good looks that are at odds with the dark allurements of the other men who ride a-dragonback. His hair is a dark auburn red that glints with coppery highlights in the sun, and is cropped at about three inches. His merry blue eyes are always bright with good humor and friendly banter. A man of good nature, he is always joking and making harmless raillery with the other riders.
Mother: Maeri, rider of green Kylith. (32) Maeri is short and small, with pale skin and freckles along her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. She can never seem to tan no matter how long she is in the sun. Her hair is long and curly, falling to her thighs in a dark wave of strawberry-brown silk. Her eyes are soft and gentle, almond-shaped and a liquid brown. Though kind, she possesses a passionate soul and fiery temper.
Sister: Rille, candidate. (14) Red-haired and grey-eyed, Rille is as sweet as she could be. Her height she takes from her father, already looking her own mother in the eyes, as well as the vibrant flame of her hair. Though grey, her eyes resembled her mothers as they are as gentle and shy as Maeri’s own.
Brothers: G’moir, rider of blue Hollith. (19) Hair the color of darkened strawberries, G’moir takes after his mother in this aspect, also blessing him with thick and curly locks. His eyes are those of his father; dark blue and alight with good humor.
Bruvin, candidate. (9) Tall and blonde, his mother and father wonder where Bruvin found such a color for his hair. His eyes, though, are his mother’s own; large, almond-shaped eyes that are a sweet, kind brown that are as gentle as they are innocent.
Pets: Lux- (3 turns)-Gold flit, a vain little creature. Her hide is a deep shining gold that has a hint of bronze here and there, with an underbelly that is a light, nearly dark cream hue with wingsails of the same color. There are lighter dapples sprinkling her hind haunches, and also spreading above the spine of her tail. She is a sweet, endearing little flit that loves to be with Aywen whenever she can. She preens for her master all the time, basking in the praise she gives her for being such a beautiful little gold. She also likes to flirt with the other bronze flits, if Aywen is busy with healing. Most of the time she is complaining at Charm for being silly.
Charm-(3 Turns)-Green flit, more than a handful and endlessly finding some sort of mischief to get into. She is still very small and young, a dark poison green and delicate in build and stature. She is a tireless flirt, very unlike her master, and is easily riled up. She and Lux are chittering at each other constantly, arguing over her hobbies.
Appearance: Aywen has inherited her grandfather’s eyes, which are the most striking features about this young candidate. Her irises are a vibrant aquamarine in color, a bright, almost unbelievably vivid blue flecked here and there with dapples of light green. Almond-shaped like her mother’s with a clear gaze that can be gentle or fierce depending upon her mood, her expressive depths seem fathomless. Fringed with thick black lashes, her eyes have often been viewed as her most attractive feature. Such eyes are set in a slim but attractive face, with a small mouth and slightly high cheekbones. Her neck is thin and graceful, leading down to gentle hollows that dip behind her collarbones. Her hair is short, only long enough to barely brush the tops of her shoulders, and as straight as her mother’s is curly. It curls out slightly at the very bottoms, so her hair sweeps out just before it would touch her shoulders. The same strawberry-tinted brown as G’moir’s and Maeri’s, her hair is sleek and shines when struck by light. Aywen is not as tall as her father or sister, but for a woman her age she is of a good height at 5'3". Her skin is darkly tanned from residing in the Weyr all her life. She is a slim girl like her mother, a willowy form that is as graceful as it is delicate. Her arms and legs are smooth and well-shaped, with only a small amount of curve from muscle. Her hips and breasts have soft and gentle curves, but coupled with her tiny waist her figure is decidedly feminine despite her modest sizes. Her soft voice sounds almost like a bell, light and airy with the slightest slur on her words. She even walks softly, padding on silent feet with gentle steps. Aywen likes to wear things she can move around in easily, such as knee-length skirts or leggings. Her favorite clothing is laced-up wherhide boots, the tops usually reaching to mid-calf, with fitted leggings and a snug tunic. The colors she favors are blue, green, and black, with some occasional red, white, or grey mixed in. She is never seen without her necklace, which is a lacy black choker holding a small piece of a pearly shell her sister Rille found. All of T’mos’s and Maeri’s children have a necklace with a piece of the shell on it, for after the youngest girl found it, G’moir broke it with a stone and divided it among them, in case they were ever separated they would still have something that tied them together.
Personality: Aywen is the type of person that possesses such a varied personality that she cannot be pegged under a single stereotype. Were she to live on our modern Earth, she would certainly have to be a Libra. She is a vibrant, passionate woman, full of herself and life. She is more stubborn that you would believe by just looking at her rather gentle appearance, and hates to be pushed in any direction. Though not rude by any means, she does tend to speak her mind and refuses to lie. I suppose you could call her blunt. If she dislikes someone or thinks they are acting foolish, she will tell them so in a, ah, -mostly- kind way. She does not believe in untold truths among friends–you do not lie to someone you care about just to keep the peace between yourselves. Wyn also has a sharp mind and a quick wit, blessing her with the means to trade insults or friendly banter with responses that she can snap off in the bat of an eye. Though she is not what you might call an arrogant person, but does at times tend to be a bit full of herself when accomplishing things she is good at. She is passionate about things that she believes in and is a very emotional woman. Though she detests it, her emotions rule her. She loves being a Healer. What she feels, she feels deeply, and it is very difficult for her to hide her emotions. However, she is not easily cowed or frightened, and refuses to allow would-be bullies or loudmouths to push her around. She respects those who warrant it, and she is very courteous to her elders, but when it comes to some hotshot trying to cow her, they will be met with a fierce temper her famous stubbornness. She has no shred of flirtatiousness in her, and though she does enjoy the company of men, Wyn does not find it enjoyable to tease them. Men make good friends, but are lousy pets in her opinion. It is going to take an honor-bound knight to sweep her off her feet. She is friendly a great deal of the time, mostly willing to speak with anyone, and likes to just chat or hold a conversation. However, Aywen does need her reflection time to herself occasionally, to collect herself and to muse on the things she experienced. At erratic times, she will draw into herself, thinking, meditating, and contemplating. She has a very deep mind and soul. She can never be accused of being shallow, for neither her emotions nor her mind will ever change at a petty bribe. Far from fickle, everything done to her cuts to the bone and she has been told that her feelings are too strong.
History: Aywen’s father, T’mos of brown Amsherth, and her mother, Maeri of green Kylith, are actually from different weyrs, but in the end it was her father that got his way. The brown rider was making a routine visit to Sodalis Weyr, a normal delivery of private messages between Weyrleaders and such, and just happened to be present as one of the greens was taking Flight. Amsherth, never one to back from such a challenge, rose in the air to compete for the green and was victorious, crooning his song as his wings encompassed those of green Kylith. Hastily taking leave of Merda, T’mos awoke the next morning in the weyr of a total stranger, a rider with the most enchanting brown eyes he had ever gazed upon. The two began speaking, more to ease the silence between them than anything, and before they had realized it were falling under each other’s spells. Loathe to leave the woman he was beginning to love, T’mos was going to ask for a transfer when Maeri offered instead. In her opinion, it was much easier to move a green rider than a brown, and aside from that she found that she would rather be under Ollandra than J’ren. A few sevendays later, she was settled at Lateo.
It was not long after that Maeri was found to be pregnant, the first of many times, and the child, G’moir, was a perfect combination of his sire and dam. He was quickly given to a foster mother, but unlike many weyrbrats his mother and father took an interest in his future. Three turns later, Aywen was given to Maeri and T’mos, her eyes those of her grandfather. She, like her bother, was fostered off in the lower caverns, but also like G’moir was introduced to her parents and spent a good amount of time with them. Seven turns later T’mos and Maeri had four children they could call their own, and unlike most weyr couples took the time to teach them and coax them along their lives. Five turns later, when G’moir reached the age of fifteen, he Impressed a blue, called Hollith. Aywen loved her brother’s dragon deeply, for the blue was the only one she really could spend any time with, but she felt no desire to Impress. The dragons were very beautiful creatures, and Hollith was indeed a treasure, but the girl wanted rather to be a Craftsman.
However, T’mos’s and Maeri’s other two children, Rille and Bruvin, were selected as candidates, but so far G’moir was the only one to Impress. Though, then came the time two turns later that the blue rider had to forge his own way, and was going to be transferred to Sodalis Wey along with most of his wing. Aywen, who had the strongest love for her older brother and he for her, was stricken to hear the news. It was during this time that the blue rider broke the shell Rille found and all four siblings kept a piece of the shell with them after. Rille and Aywen strung theirs on necklaces, and Bruvin and G’moir hung them from the hilt of their swords. Without her brother or Hollith, Aywen did not have much to occupy her time outside of drudge chores and daily habituals. Her sister and brother, however, being much younger than she, found interest in playing children’s games with the other weyrbrats or drudge younglings. There were plenty of candidates her age, and though she befriended many of them, they had other things to interest themselves with. Like candidate chores.
When the girl turned fourteen, she was selected to become an apprentice for the Weyr’s resident Healer. She dared not enter this profession when Revonna was Jr. Weyrwoman, but now that she is gone Wyn takes to this craft with great enthusiasm. Not long after, she was searching for medicinal herbs in the nearby forest and came upon a clutch of firelizards. With no time to call for aid, she brought back as many of the eggs as she could and bonded a small gold and green for her own. They now help with carrying messages back to Lateo for her while she is out hunting. Now at nineteen, she has stepped up to a journeywoman Healer, but still has a very far way to go.
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Name: Brit
Contact Info: keishinme@msn.com
How you heard of LW: I’m Britalia…..just felt like being a nerd and using two SNs.
Character Information
Name: Aywen
Gender: Female
Age/Birthday: 19, late fall
Orientation: Straight
Rank: Journeywoman Healer
Location: Lateo Weyr
Affiliation: Peaceful
Standing: Being raised at Lateo, she loves all dragons and riders and believes they are to be honored and respected.
Family: Grandfather: D’vin, rider of bronze Avomnorath. (Deceased) In his prime, D’vin was tall and lean, with a tan that easily displayed how often his duties put him in the sun. His hair was as red as clay, with piercing aquamarine eyes that were a lovely mix of blue and green. His was an easy-going, laid-back type of man, who’s presence commanded respect rather than he having to order it.
Father: T’mos, rider of brown Amsherth. (37) He is tall and cute, blessed with boyishly good looks that are at odds with the dark allurements of the other men who ride a-dragonback. His hair is a dark auburn red that glints with coppery highlights in the sun, and is cropped at about three inches. His merry blue eyes are always bright with good humor and friendly banter. A man of good nature, he is always joking and making harmless raillery with the other riders.
Mother: Maeri, rider of green Kylith. (32) Maeri is short and small, with pale skin and freckles along her nose, cheeks, and shoulders. She can never seem to tan no matter how long she is in the sun. Her hair is long and curly, falling to her thighs in a dark wave of strawberry-brown silk. Her eyes are soft and gentle, almond-shaped and a liquid brown. Though kind, she possesses a passionate soul and fiery temper.
Sister: Rille, candidate. (14) Red-haired and grey-eyed, Rille is as sweet as she could be. Her height she takes from her father, already looking her own mother in the eyes, as well as the vibrant flame of her hair. Though grey, her eyes resembled her mothers as they are as gentle and shy as Maeri’s own.
Brothers: G’moir, rider of blue Hollith. (19) Hair the color of darkened strawberries, G’moir takes after his mother in this aspect, also blessing him with thick and curly locks. His eyes are those of his father; dark blue and alight with good humor.
Bruvin, candidate. (9) Tall and blonde, his mother and father wonder where Bruvin found such a color for his hair. His eyes, though, are his mother’s own; large, almond-shaped eyes that are a sweet, kind brown that are as gentle as they are innocent.
Pets: Lux- (3 turns)-Gold flit, a vain little creature. Her hide is a deep shining gold that has a hint of bronze here and there, with an underbelly that is a light, nearly dark cream hue with wingsails of the same color. There are lighter dapples sprinkling her hind haunches, and also spreading above the spine of her tail. She is a sweet, endearing little flit that loves to be with Aywen whenever she can. She preens for her master all the time, basking in the praise she gives her for being such a beautiful little gold. She also likes to flirt with the other bronze flits, if Aywen is busy with healing. Most of the time she is complaining at Charm for being silly.
Charm-(3 Turns)-Green flit, more than a handful and endlessly finding some sort of mischief to get into. She is still very small and young, a dark poison green and delicate in build and stature. She is a tireless flirt, very unlike her master, and is easily riled up. She and Lux are chittering at each other constantly, arguing over her hobbies.
Appearance: Aywen has inherited her grandfather’s eyes, which are the most striking features about this young candidate. Her irises are a vibrant aquamarine in color, a bright, almost unbelievably vivid blue flecked here and there with dapples of light green. Almond-shaped like her mother’s with a clear gaze that can be gentle or fierce depending upon her mood, her expressive depths seem fathomless. Fringed with thick black lashes, her eyes have often been viewed as her most attractive feature. Such eyes are set in a slim but attractive face, with a small mouth and slightly high cheekbones. Her neck is thin and graceful, leading down to gentle hollows that dip behind her collarbones. Her hair is short, only long enough to barely brush the tops of her shoulders, and as straight as her mother’s is curly. It curls out slightly at the very bottoms, so her hair sweeps out just before it would touch her shoulders. The same strawberry-tinted brown as G’moir’s and Maeri’s, her hair is sleek and shines when struck by light. Aywen is not as tall as her father or sister, but for a woman her age she is of a good height at 5'3". Her skin is darkly tanned from residing in the Weyr all her life. She is a slim girl like her mother, a willowy form that is as graceful as it is delicate. Her arms and legs are smooth and well-shaped, with only a small amount of curve from muscle. Her hips and breasts have soft and gentle curves, but coupled with her tiny waist her figure is decidedly feminine despite her modest sizes. Her soft voice sounds almost like a bell, light and airy with the slightest slur on her words. She even walks softly, padding on silent feet with gentle steps. Aywen likes to wear things she can move around in easily, such as knee-length skirts or leggings. Her favorite clothing is laced-up wherhide boots, the tops usually reaching to mid-calf, with fitted leggings and a snug tunic. The colors she favors are blue, green, and black, with some occasional red, white, or grey mixed in. She is never seen without her necklace, which is a lacy black choker holding a small piece of a pearly shell her sister Rille found. All of T’mos’s and Maeri’s children have a necklace with a piece of the shell on it, for after the youngest girl found it, G’moir broke it with a stone and divided it among them, in case they were ever separated they would still have something that tied them together.
Personality: Aywen is the type of person that possesses such a varied personality that she cannot be pegged under a single stereotype. Were she to live on our modern Earth, she would certainly have to be a Libra. She is a vibrant, passionate woman, full of herself and life. She is more stubborn that you would believe by just looking at her rather gentle appearance, and hates to be pushed in any direction. Though not rude by any means, she does tend to speak her mind and refuses to lie. I suppose you could call her blunt. If she dislikes someone or thinks they are acting foolish, she will tell them so in a, ah, -mostly- kind way. She does not believe in untold truths among friends–you do not lie to someone you care about just to keep the peace between yourselves. Wyn also has a sharp mind and a quick wit, blessing her with the means to trade insults or friendly banter with responses that she can snap off in the bat of an eye. Though she is not what you might call an arrogant person, but does at times tend to be a bit full of herself when accomplishing things she is good at. She is passionate about things that she believes in and is a very emotional woman. Though she detests it, her emotions rule her. She loves being a Healer. What she feels, she feels deeply, and it is very difficult for her to hide her emotions. However, she is not easily cowed or frightened, and refuses to allow would-be bullies or loudmouths to push her around. She respects those who warrant it, and she is very courteous to her elders, but when it comes to some hotshot trying to cow her, they will be met with a fierce temper her famous stubbornness. She has no shred of flirtatiousness in her, and though she does enjoy the company of men, Wyn does not find it enjoyable to tease them. Men make good friends, but are lousy pets in her opinion. It is going to take an honor-bound knight to sweep her off her feet. She is friendly a great deal of the time, mostly willing to speak with anyone, and likes to just chat or hold a conversation. However, Aywen does need her reflection time to herself occasionally, to collect herself and to muse on the things she experienced. At erratic times, she will draw into herself, thinking, meditating, and contemplating. She has a very deep mind and soul. She can never be accused of being shallow, for neither her emotions nor her mind will ever change at a petty bribe. Far from fickle, everything done to her cuts to the bone and she has been told that her feelings are too strong.
History: Aywen’s father, T’mos of brown Amsherth, and her mother, Maeri of green Kylith, are actually from different weyrs, but in the end it was her father that got his way. The brown rider was making a routine visit to Sodalis Weyr, a normal delivery of private messages between Weyrleaders and such, and just happened to be present as one of the greens was taking Flight. Amsherth, never one to back from such a challenge, rose in the air to compete for the green and was victorious, crooning his song as his wings encompassed those of green Kylith. Hastily taking leave of Merda, T’mos awoke the next morning in the weyr of a total stranger, a rider with the most enchanting brown eyes he had ever gazed upon. The two began speaking, more to ease the silence between them than anything, and before they had realized it were falling under each other’s spells. Loathe to leave the woman he was beginning to love, T’mos was going to ask for a transfer when Maeri offered instead. In her opinion, it was much easier to move a green rider than a brown, and aside from that she found that she would rather be under Ollandra than J’ren. A few sevendays later, she was settled at Lateo.
It was not long after that Maeri was found to be pregnant, the first of many times, and the child, G’moir, was a perfect combination of his sire and dam. He was quickly given to a foster mother, but unlike many weyrbrats his mother and father took an interest in his future. Three turns later, Aywen was given to Maeri and T’mos, her eyes those of her grandfather. She, like her bother, was fostered off in the lower caverns, but also like G’moir was introduced to her parents and spent a good amount of time with them. Seven turns later T’mos and Maeri had four children they could call their own, and unlike most weyr couples took the time to teach them and coax them along their lives. Five turns later, when G’moir reached the age of fifteen, he Impressed a blue, called Hollith. Aywen loved her brother’s dragon deeply, for the blue was the only one she really could spend any time with, but she felt no desire to Impress. The dragons were very beautiful creatures, and Hollith was indeed a treasure, but the girl wanted rather to be a Craftsman.
However, T’mos’s and Maeri’s other two children, Rille and Bruvin, were selected as candidates, but so far G’moir was the only one to Impress. Though, then came the time two turns later that the blue rider had to forge his own way, and was going to be transferred to Sodalis Wey along with most of his wing. Aywen, who had the strongest love for her older brother and he for her, was stricken to hear the news. It was during this time that the blue rider broke the shell Rille found and all four siblings kept a piece of the shell with them after. Rille and Aywen strung theirs on necklaces, and Bruvin and G’moir hung them from the hilt of their swords. Without her brother or Hollith, Aywen did not have much to occupy her time outside of drudge chores and daily habituals. Her sister and brother, however, being much younger than she, found interest in playing children’s games with the other weyrbrats or drudge younglings. There were plenty of candidates her age, and though she befriended many of them, they had other things to interest themselves with. Like candidate chores.
When the girl turned fourteen, she was selected to become an apprentice for the Weyr’s resident Healer. She dared not enter this profession when Revonna was Jr. Weyrwoman, but now that she is gone Wyn takes to this craft with great enthusiasm. Not long after, she was searching for medicinal herbs in the nearby forest and came upon a clutch of firelizards. With no time to call for aid, she brought back as many of the eggs as she could and bonded a small gold and green for her own. They now help with carrying messages back to Lateo for her while she is out hunting. Now at nineteen, she has stepped up to a journeywoman Healer, but still has a very far way to go.
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