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Post by Memorie on Feb 20, 2006 13:43:28 GMT -5
He'll make a brilliant Duro Wingrider. There's my two cents.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 12, 2005 18:43:56 GMT -5
Player Info Name: Mem (short for, of course, Memorie) Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com, MSN - same as email How you heard of LW: I just EzBoard searched Dragonriders of Pern. Rider Information Name: Pareshan (Pair-eh-SHAHN), Honorific- P'resh Gender: Male Age/Birthday: 25 years, Late Fall Orientation: Heterosexual (Erm, rigidly so...) Location: Sodalis Weyr Rank/Wing: Wingsecond/BloodChar Wing Standing: P'resh hates the Old Ways, and believes that the Holders and their families do not deserve to be protected in the time of Thread. The cruelest part of him wants them to suffer the consequences of doubting the Dragonriders. He will, of course, fly Thread when it falls, but it will be because that is what he and his Dragon were made for, not for the damned Holders. Family: P'resh comes from a family of Weyr-people. His mother was a Kitchen Drudge named Doranna, and his father was a bluerider of no consequence (his name was M'shan). As such, P'resh has severed ties with them all, and though he has one sister, he chooses not to acknowledge her. His family is very pained, and his sister, Clayna, hates him as well. P'resh couldn't give a damn less. Pets: A green fire lizard- Raaton (like "Rotten"). She, quite contradictory to her friend, is loving, and her caresses and crooning often put P'resh in a better mood. Appearance: P'resh has a tannish complexion, but that is mainly from living in the South Continent for his life. He enjoys keeping himself well-shaven, and he maintains no side-burns, beard, or mustache. His eyes are cocoa brown, and his hair is a rather dark dirty blonde tint, that looks medium brown in most lights. P'resh's nose is shaped like a bell and really flares down at the end. His upper lip is highly thin and his lower is a bit thicker, though not much. His cheekbones are well-defined and his jaw is big, even better defining his high cheekbones. He has a semi-muscular body, and as such, he doesn't look like a Terran "body-builder," more like a male model. He has muscular arms, but he kinda has wherry legs...yuck. As it is hot in the south, P'resh prefers to wear sleeveless, thin tunics. His casual shirts and work shirts are either a light brown color, or a deep crimson. Because of his legs, he doesn't like to wear shorts. Instead, he wears thin, tailor-made pants made that taper down to his ankles, which are colored brown or black. His belt buckle is in the shape of a bronze dragon. P'resh always wears boots, no matter the temperature,which are only half-calf high. His formal wear is much more handsome than his casual wear. For gatherings, Hatchings, and other such parties, he likes to look his very finest, and he accomplishes this by wearing his favorite colors. P'resh is a very vain man, and he knows which colors accentuate his coloring and which colors make him feel good. His three dressy tunics vary in shades of deep greens, and that brings out his dark brown eye coloring, and makes his tan really show up. He also has a red one that he likes particularly well. All his tunics have embroidery on them to embellish their look, the green tunics having golden thread, the red having silver. He always wears black pants, and the boots that he wears for the formal occasion are black and well polished. They also go three-fourths up his calf, almost meeting with his knees. His belt has a buckle which goes with either color of tunic, and it is of a gold dragon entwined with a bronze. He has a bit of jewelry, which include arm bands that he wears for gathers and other social events. He has a necklace that he wears all the time. It is a coppery-bronze necklace with a pendant on the end of a bronze dragon sitting with one claw in the air, wings outstretched. As one could tell, P'resh is properly obsessed with Bronze dragons. Personality: Having a constant chip on his shoulder often proves to be trouble with P'resh, and there had been many a time in his weyrling days when he was given extra chores for disobedience. Nowadays, though, he may mumble about taking an order from a "lower-ranking rider," but he'll still follow it. His greater strength is giving orders. P'resh is a charismatic speaker (one reason why he is so popular with the ladies), and his face can display a wide range of emotion at P'resh command. He also has a great smile, which goes a long way in helping people to trust him. He is able to take control of a group and give them orders, and the orders are always carried out. He is not above breaking a nose (arm, leg, face) to get what he wants. He's not necessarily a bully, just a mean sunnuva bitch. He rarely has to break limbs however, because his charismatic abilities as a leader are "please" enough. P'resh, though he is quite an ass, is completely trustworthy, and he scorns gossips and naysayers. He believes himself above all that drama, and he will often give gossipy greenriders intensely dirty looks. He doesn't enjoy listening to other people's problems, and he doesn't share his own. He isn't a conventional ass, gossipy and idiotic. He is just more obsessed with himself than almost anything else (with the exclusion of Kaunth and Raaton), and it shows when he walks away from conversations with other people, especially when they are talking to him. He doesn't like to talk much, because he kinda believes that people should know what he wants and just do it. When he does talk, though, his honey-sweet, warm voice demands the ears of passers-by. P'resh talks to himself a lot, mostly, and only when he knows he is alone, like in his weyr with Kaunth. As for Kaunth, P'resh sees the dragon as his only equal. He figures that since a dragon chooses someone most like himself, they must be pretty well matched. And he is right, Kaunth is as much of an ass as P'resh...but I digress. P'resh knows the ladies love him, and he often uses this knowledge to take advantage of the women of the weyr. He has even been known to use his good looks and charm on shy and fearful candidate girls! No one ever accused P'resh of being the nice guy, and he isn't. P'resh is arrogant almost to a fault, and he is highly sure of himself. The confidence must be a turn-on for women, because they keep coming back for more, as he sees it. P'resh is one person that you will always know where you stand with. He is honest, to a point of brutality, and he isn't afraid of anyone. P'resh always had thought he would be a bronze rider, for nothing else was good enough for him. His ego is the size of a bronze dragon, so it is appropriate that he have one. He likes a bit of good wine in the evenings, and his favorite food are sweetrolls, especially those of the headwoman of the Weyr. He enjoys food very much, almost ot the point of gluttony. One thing P'resh absolutely hates is tubers. As a child, his mother made him eat tubers every night of his childhood life, and as a result, he grew a fat dislike of them. He never eats them. Ever. He is also not so fond of babies, though he has several. But he doesn't eat them...erm... P'resh fears sickness. In his sixth turn, he became ill with what the Ancients knew as Rheumatic fever. This is the reason why he has little chicken legs. The sickness came down on him during a growth spurt, and as a result, he has never been able to break the 5'9" height barrier. He hates when people bring it up. (I love tiny dictators...)) History: There really is no reason for P'resh to behave as he does. It would seem that he was born with a chip on his shoulder. When he was old enough to understand that his parents were "nobodies," as he put it, he left. He was about thirteen turns when he did, and though his family tried to talk him down, he wouldn't have any of it. He hasn't spoken to his father (or sire, as he calls him) since he was fifteen turns, which was ten turns ago. After leaving his family, Pareshan went and lived in another small familial compartment in the lower caverns by himself. He still attended lessons, still learned his craft (weaving) and ate in the caverns, just alone. When he turned 14, he suggested himself to the Candidate Master for candidacy, and the Master's blue dragon declared him fit. He was accepted. That turn, Bronze Beodith flew Gold Caliath, and Caliath clutched. Kaunth was in that clutch, and he was Impressed by Pareshan, or P'resh, as he now called him. P'resh had Impressed his first time on the sands, something he uses as bragging rights and is still immensely proud of. Living on his own for a year had affected P'resh's abilities to take orders. He had been in charge of himself for so long, that when the Weyrling Master told him what to do, P'resh sneered and said, "Who are you to order me around?!" His brash actions often found him extra chores to do. At first, the boy weyrlings looked to him, but as they realized that he didn't like them either, their admiration slipped slowly away. The ladies always tried to be his friend, and even though weyrlings don't have "relations," P'resh still had many self-proclaimed "girlfriends." He would always just smirk and roll his eyes. As time progressed over the year and a half it takes for a weyrling to become a full rider, P'resh found that taking orders and not talking back was often much easier than extra chores (which cut into his sitting-around time), and so he decided to just do as he was told. He knew that someday he would be the one giving the orders, and so this little bit of tribulation that was occuring now was just training for that day. P'resh is now a Wingsecond, and he knows he'll be a Wingleader someday soon. He enjoys working with his group, and they have become as tight-knit as they can be with such an ass in the group. The way there was when P'resh gained his horrible reputation for rudeness. He took a lot of chances, stepped on a lot of toes, and said some really horrible things to get where he is. The goal he is currently working toward is getting Kaunth and himself in tip top shape for the next gold flight, be it the Senior gold or the junior. Either is okay with him...although Kaunth likes the junior queen, Rylonith, more, and P'resh is pretty sweet on Revonna. He thinks she's pretty, and she has a personality to rival his own... He grew up in the Weyr, which is obviously on the Southern continent, and before he Impressed, he went out on his own to find a fire lizard clutch. He had seen the things flying around, and he wanted a mini-dragon for himself. He set out with naught but a pocket full of sweetrolls and a container of water. He had started out early in the morning (unbeknownst to the Candidate Master, the poor man), and has walked along the beach until well after noon. At about his sixth hour of trekking, he heard a light humming noise ahead, about half a dragonlength, and ran to find the source. Having been raised in the weyr, he kenw the sound of a hatching, and this sound like a tiny one. Upon his arrival at the clutch, several tiny bronzes and a gold glanced at him, but continued their humming. The first egg cracked, and a tiny green poked her head out. For once in his life, he decided not to be too picky, and he started to put bites of his sweetrolls in her mouth. While he was wishing he had brought some meat, he realized that in his haste to leave the weyr, he had also picked up a couple of meat rolls. He shoved tiny bites of meatrolls into the green's mouth, wanting to make the three meatrolls last a bit longer. After a good fifteen minutes of lizard-feeding, the tiny green crooned at him, and fell asleep in his lap. This afforded him moment of rest, as well as a large feeling of love in his heart. He looked down at the chartreuse being, and grinned. "I think your name will be Raaton, you spoiled brat." With that, he picked up his green, cradled her in his tanned arms, and walked back to the Weyr, being very careful not to jostle her too badly. Dragon Information Name: Kaunth Color: Bronze Age: 11 turns Description: Much like his rider, Kaunth is a smaller bronze with a larger ego. He has caused much male/female drama for his rider, and because of Kaunth's lusty behaviour, P'resh has many children. Kaunth is a coppery sort of bronze, but his underbelly is almost a sandy color. His wings are also the sandy color, though a bit more metallic. His eyes most often whir a mix of deep blue self-contentment and purple lust. Personality: Kaunth likes to prove the old adage "size doesn't matter" by beating other dragons in the games and sometimes even in green flights. He has a big personality and he is a "flirt," so to speak. One can often hear him crooning to other dragons, and he has been known to be so audacious as to croon sweetly at golds, even when they are not in flight. Usually when P'resh is in a scowling mood, so is Kaunth, though he doesn't know why. Draconic emotions being what they are, he generally just follows what his rider is, and is often a line somewhere on the graph of discontent or lust-filled, though there are times when the pair are happy. Those moments are spent in each othere's company, as Kaunth is the only thing P'resh truely loves. History: Kaunth was born believing himself a superior dragon, despite his relatively small size. In his clutch, there was actually a brown about his size, bigger, if nothing else, but Kaunth didn't care, because his was the bronze hide. As he came slowly out of his shell (there was no rushing for Kaunth), his head made a hole in the top of the egg, and popped out. Next, his claws scraped the sides of the egg until it fell apart around him. He corrected himself, and stood up. Looking around, he did a double-take at Pareshan, and glided smoothly towards him. Hello, P'resh. Kaunth has been waiting for you. he said, calmly. Greens and blues and browns were crashing into candidates around the tiny bronze dragon, but he paid no heed. Neither did P'resh, as he felt the horrible hunger of the baby dragon. I am hungry, he said, sensing P'resh's discomfiture. Then came the warmth of Kaunth's mind pressing to P'resh's, and for one extreme moment, P'resh remembered all the happy things he had ever done or had happen to him. His heart started pounding, and P'resh felt dizzy. Then he came back to reality, and, without that warm fuzzy feeling dimmed in the least, said, "It's good to have you Kaunth. I love you." I know. I love you too, P'resh. The new rider led his dragon off of the scorching sands and over to his first meal. Clutch: Bronze Beodith and Gold Caliath
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Post by Memorie on May 18, 2007 19:16:39 GMT -5
Player Info Name: Mem (short for, of course, Memorie)
Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com, MSN- same as email
How you heard of LW: I just EzBoard searched Dragonriders of Pern.
Rider Information Name: Hamein (Hah-MAYN), honorific- H'mei (mei = may)
Gender: Male Age/Birthday: 47 years (Impressed at age 14), Late Spring Orientation: Bisexual Location: Sodalis Weyr Rank/Wing: Candidate Master/BloodChar Wing-Weyrleader J'ren Standing: H'mei believes that the Holders and their people have simply fallen and need help back up. He thinks that they are all nice, they have just done what their human nature tells them to do- self-preserve. H'mei is often ridiculed for his beliefs, but to the naysayers, he says, "Will you fly Thread when it falls?"
Family: H'mei's father, a brown rider, died when H'mei was ten turns old. There is a dragon-sized hole in his heart, where his father once was. However, over the turns, H'mei has learned to live on. His mother, Saya (a greendrider) was always, well, a mother-figure to him, and loved him very much, even more after his father died. To her, H'mei was the only piece of her husband that she had left. H'mei is an only child.
His mother was already an older woman when Hamein was born, and they both believe that helped her to be a more stable woman and mother. She was in her thirty-ninth turn when he was born.
Pets: Brown fire-lizard named Tera, and a green fire lizard named Aparo.
Appearance: H'mei is a very solid looking person. He has dark brown, almost black, hair, and his eyes are almost as dark. He has a high forehead, which is becoming higher as his hair thins. Luckily, he comes from a strain of thick-haired people, so he will never, ever become truly bald. It also has many worry lines, from his days as Candidate master. He has a thin nose, and the end of his nose is barely thicker than the bridge of it. He has moderate eyebrows, which are not too thick, not too thin, and his eyes are shaped triangles, and they look very knowing...as if he sees through people. His lips are somewhat thin, and have smile wrinkles, also a reflection on his Candidate Master position. He maintains a clean-shaven face, with nothing but a small tuft of hair under his lower lip.
He is a lanky man, and he is very long legged. This often gives him a graceful appearance, and his grace is one of his good qualities. His arms are also long, but not really abnormally so. He has some muscles, which were gained after Impressing Sarith.
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Personality: H'mei generally plays the nice guy, and he supposes that is why he is the Candidate master. He is very laid back, seldom angry, and easy to make laugh. His attitude makes the more nervous or shy Candidates feel more relaxed and at ease, and not so much like they have someone to impress (other than a Dragon, hahaha).
He likes to read old records, and this has made him a giant resource of knowledge. He can often be found late nights in the Records Room, brushing up on a bit of history. He loves to storytell, using what he has learned from the musty old skins.
There is not much that H'mei doesn't like, or at least, not think anything of. One thing he is not too fond of, however, is fake attitude. He believes (characteristically, of course) that honesty is the best policy. He doesn't like when people (especially his candidates) put on acts for other people. He shows this most oten when he tells his candidates, "Now, how do you expect a dragon to know if you are most like him if you are acting out for someone else?" He also expects his candidates to ask questions if they are confused or scared.
H'mei fears death most of all. This fear came belatedly, when his father died. Before that, he was a fearless young lad. What scared him most about his father's death was his brown dragon keening for the loss, and then, the sudden disappearance. H'mei found himself paralyzed that day, and even now, when a dragon keens, he feels it in his bones.
He is really good at making new people feel at home. He always has a smile on hand for the "youngins" of the Weyr, and a hug for a stranger if he or she needs it.
One thing H'mei is not about is throwing himself out. He is not "flamboyant" in his sexual desires, and many feel relieved after finding out as such. To him, it's all in the Weyr anyway. It truly doesn't have a matter to him.
History:Though H'mei grew up without a father, he had the love of his mother to fall back on in times of need, and he has gained that sort of personality from her. This is not to mean that he is a "mother Wherry," but he does enjoy his work with the candidates, who are often not as "brave" or "courageous" as they say they are. Often is the time that he has heard a teary story of homesickness, reject, or un-Impression. He hopes that he passes on his advice to willing ears and open minds, and hopes that the needful are satisfied.
H'mei was always a serious person, even as a teenager, when, as everyone knows, it can be hard to control emotions. Often times, he was accused of not being able to "take a jest." One such time, where he got in a bit of trouble for his temper, a certain young bronzerider was speaking of H'mei's mother in an unrespectful way. This lad had been talking about H'mei's mother for some time now, and finally, H'mei lost his temper. The young bronzerider found his nose bloody, though not broken. H'mei found himself with a great deal lot extra chores, and a berating from his mother.
"H'mei, don't you realize that if I am on that young man's mind often enough for him to think up things to say about me, that's well, rather flattering? It's okay, he's only a boy, where as I have lived for fifty turns now, and I haven't gotten here by punching every person who has said something rude about my loved ones," she told him. That calmed him down a lot, and went a long way in making him the person he is now. He found wisdom in that saying, about the flattery, and he uses it on the Candidates often. She also told him he was lucky that his dragon, now only nine months old, hadn't gone between from stress and worry. That definitely sobered him.
After being a wingrider for some time, he became friends with the former Candidate master. A few turns later, he retired from the rank to be a Searchrider, and he recommended H'mei to the spot. He assured the Weyrleaders that H'mei was dependable and nice, and could really be a helping hand to the candidates and Weyrleaders. At first, H'mei was aghast. He didn't want to have the responsibility of having children depend on him and come to him for comfort.
The now-Searchrider talked him into it, however, and told him storoes of how much fun it was ot work with the children, and after two seven-days of refusal, H'mei gave in. Since then, he has had much fun in the job, and he is now glad that he accepted the responsibilty.
H'mei also has two fire-lizards, a green (Aparo) and a brown (Tera). One day, he was visiting the beach, on a bit of a vacation in his off-time, and he heard a purr that sounded like dragons at a Hatching, only from far away. He looked around, and wlaked a bit, until he found a nest. It was situated about a half-dragonlength from the surf, just far enough so that the eggs would die from the coldness the water would impose upon them.
He ran up to the nest, and found a golden mother there. She hissed at him warningly, but he didn't leave. Instead, he pulled three meatrolls out of the tunic pocket that he had been planning to eat as midday-meal, and held them ready oin his hand. He had heard that fire-lizards, unlike dragons, Impress to whoever is nice enough to shove food in their mouths before the baby fire-lizards devour each other.
First to react to the low singing and Hatch was a bronze. H'mei didn't get to him fast enough, and the tiny figure hissed at and bit the dragonrider! H'mei, surprised, also missed a gold that hatched next. The third fire-lizard was a green, and he grabbed the baby and tucked her underneath his arm, into the crook of his elbow. He shoveled a piece of a meatroll down her throat, and suddenly, a hunger (similar to, though not exactly like, the hunger he has felt when he Impressed his blue, Sarith. Unbeknownst to him, a small brown had Hatched and was warbling at him. H'mei pulled the brown closer to him, and shoved a larger piece into its watering mouth. He turned back to the green, and put a bit in her mouth again. When he faced the brown, a new wave of hunger washed over him. He had Impressed the brown inadvertantly by giving him a bite! H'mei laughed aloud, and loudly, startling his new green a bit.
He wondered what their names were, and wondered if he named them. As he thought about that, he felt a sort of presence in his head, not quite at the same level as Sarith, but definitely there, nonetheless. The green was looking at him, eyes whirling green and red, and a word...actually, more of a picture...appeared in his head. The picture meant "Aparo," even though H'mei didn't know how he knew that. A second picture appeared, which meant "Tera."
At the end of his time, he was tired, and he hoped that the babies would fallow him back to Sodalis. He called Sarith, and told the dragon (who, during the entire excitement, had been napping, half in the water and half on the sand) that it was time to leave. In his mind, he projected the picture of the Weyr's bowl to the two lizards, and told them, to go there. He climbed upon Sarith, whose eyes were slowly whirling blue and green merriment, and gave the three dragons a pictuer of the Weyr bowl again.
Once he appeared in the bowl, he saw his newly aquired fire lizard friends there, and signed in relief. He went to pay respect ot the Weyrleader and Lady, and then took his dragon and lizards to his weyr, and to bed.
((Is it bad that most of my history is about the fire-lizards? Do I need to condense that?))
Dragon Information Name: Sarith Color: His hide is cornflower blue, and his belly and the leather of his wings are a deep sky blue. His claws are black-blue, as are the bone-skin of his wings. ((yeah, I'm going back to the Crayola days.)) Age: 33 turns Description: Sarith is a larger blue, only a bit smaller than a brown. He is somewhat agile, but he real strength is...well, strength! He has a wide wing span, and a long tail.
Personality: Sarith himself is a solid dragon, and he is about as laid back as a dragon can get without being lazy. He enjoys laying in sun a lot, and he loves for H'mei to scratch his hide and give him a bath. Sarith likes fire lizards a lot, and he often will let his rider lay on the sands at the beach and simply let his tiny cousins wash and rinse his lovely hide. More often than not, his eyes whirl a content green-blue. Also, he is quite the flirt, often whirling those big facety eyes at cute greenriders and greens.
History: Sarith was not the first, nor the last, to hatch. Rather, he was somewhere in between there, and at first, no one noticed his browny-mustard-yellow egg hatch. Most everyone's eyes were one a fine looking bronze hatchling, and very few noticed the blue. Hamein himself hadn't been watching the blue, and the first he noticed him was when the hungry dragonet crooned in his direction from a third of a dragonlength away, and said to him, Please, pay attention to me. I need you.
At first, Hamein thought it was the bronze talking to him, and he was surprised. But as he saw the small bronze stroll up to another lad, he adopted a confused look and glanced back at the eggs. He spotted the the sapphire, glisteny dragonet stumbling in his direction. Please, here I am, right here, the blue dragonet said again to H'mei. This time, H'mei ran up to his dragonet, and stood back for a moment. "Are you for me?" he asked, incredulously.
Yes. I'm hungry, and my name is Sarith, said back the little dragon.
H'mei dropped to his knees and hugged the dragon, who crooned back at him. Finally, he had done his father's memory well. Opening his eyes, he saw Sarith's eyes wavering a mix of blue content and red distress. H'mei stood up, grinned goofily down at Sarith, and led him off the sands for some good food.
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Post by Memorie on May 18, 2007 19:17:58 GMT -5
Player Info Name: Mem, Memorie, whatever. ^_^ Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com (msn messenger and email) How you heard of LW: EzSearched DRoP
Character Information
Name: Shereae Gender: Female Age/Birthday: 17 Orientation: Heterosexual Location: Lateo Rank: Candidate
Family: Shereae's father, Corransu, owns a small holding in the south continent convieniently placed near a river and a small meadow. His "ranch," so to speak, is no great big thing, but it keeps the family well, and they often are able to trade herdbeast with the local Weyr, which is Lateo. They also trade at Gathers, when they can get there. Corransu himself is quite a jovial man, with a wink and laugh to spare. His job is easy to him, and he has always said that a good job keeps the heart happy. The man has a resolve of steel, and that has probably helped him break some of his more stubborn foals into riding and the such. He is a particularly muscular man, from working with animals. He also built his family's holding, the house itself, the barn, and all the fences and pens. His hair is the same fire red as Shereae's, and his eyes are her same shade of blue-green. His strong jawline often shows his more determined side, and is what made Shereae's mother fall head over heels for the man. He is a great man who holds much inspiration for his children.
Shereae's mother's name is Keihan, and she is a good woman and wife. She keeps their holding clean, and provides for her family by cleaning and cooking the meals. Since she prefers to let Shereae do the harder tasks with her father, she often finds herself alone in the house and garden, humming ditties. This is where Shereae got her little hobby from. Keihan is one of the few wives who do not long for something more. She grew up in a horrible holding, and her father beat her a lot. From that, she learned what not to do to her children and family. She is mighty content with what she has now, and she and Corransu have always worked along side each other to raise the best children ever. Keihan is a rather short woman, only measuring up to 5'3" and weighing 125 pounds when soaking wet and holding a bag of tubers. Her light blonde hair was brown when she was a little girl, but lightened after the turns, and now is becoming several shades of grey, as Keihan is in her fiftieth turn. She is a slight woman, petite of frame, and while Shereae inherited her thin bone structure, she did not inherit her short stature, so to speak. Shereae has always been able to talk to her mother about things, be they good or bad.
Shereae has a brother and a sister, named Coromon and Leandra. Coromon gets along really well with Shereae, and the two are best of friends. Coromon got almost all of his mother's features, including her brown eyes with the blonde hair. Like his mother, his hair used to be dark brown, but lightened. Coromon is older than Shereae, as is Leandra, and he is currently 23 turns of age. He measures up to 6 feet even, and as such, luckily did not inherit his mother's frame nor her weight. He weighs a good 220 pounds. He is a nice guy, and he has his father's attitude on life. Shereae loves him.
Leandra does not have such a great attitude on life, or anything else for that matter. She doesn't get along well Shereae, and the feeling is mutual. Of the three children, she is the only one with brown hair. Her eyes are the same blue as Corransu's, and she has the exact same bone structure and weight type as her mother. She measures a whole 5'4" and 145 pounds. She is petite, and she loves herself that way. Leandra is twenty turns old, and acts like she's thirty. Unlike Coromon and Shereae, the only work she does is mending, sewing, and cooking. And she has the nerve to whine about that! Leandra is definitely the brat, and just to keep her loud mouth shut, Keihan and Corransu just let her be. Besides, Shereae and Coromon do enough work, combined with Commasun and Corransu, to get the job done.
Both of Shereae's parents had large families. Her maternal grandsire has passed, as has her paternal granddame. Though her maternal granddame had a bad husband, she was an alright person, and Shereae visits her often. She also has a great relationship with her only remaining grandsire, and he lives with them now.
His name is Commasun, and he, like his son is now, was a beastherder. Corransu inherited his father's tallness and strength, but none of his other attributes. The red hair and bluish eyes come from Corransu's mother, as well as the terran-roman nose. Shereae gets much advice from this man, more than from her mother and father. She has always felt that he was removed enough from any situation to give good, unbiased material, and so she really looks up to him as well.
On Keihan's side, Shereae has five aunts and three uncles. Their names, listed in order of the order of the oldest to youngest are Mickala, Kerein, Bighten, Yaj, and Frihj. Keihan is older than Yaj, but younger than Bighten. Her brothers' names are Lans, Wartin, and P'kin. They are scattered around the continent, and Bighten and P'kin (formerly Poskin) are dragonriders, a greenrider and bluerider, respectively. The rest are simple holders, etching out an existance. The family is pretty tight, and all have lived in each others holdings at some point.
Corransu has three sisters and three brothers. The sister's names are Merekan, Ronsha, and Ijah. His brothers are named Bynan, Hongash, and Forkin. Corransu is older than Forkin, but younger than Hongash. Commasun is proud of all of his sons, but had closer relationships with his daugters. Their family, much like Keihan's, is close. They are all somehow involved in Beastcrafting, and the three sisters are married to Beastcrafters.
Pets: None.
Appearance: Shereae has red hair, which she got from her father, though it is lighter because of her mother's genes. Here and there is a blonde streak to be had, and it is lower-back long. Though it is messily-wavy, there is not an actual curl to be found, and even true waves are hard to come by. She tries to keep it well brushed and parted, but her hair has a mind of its own, often throwing out the straight part Shereae puts in. She has an average-sized forhead, nothing remarkable. Her eyes, gained also from her father, are blue-green, and give her a constant cheerful look. Her eyebrows are thin, and she is glad for not sharing the mono-brow look with her father. There are smile-crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She has a very terran-ancient Roman nose, and the bridge is only a bit lower than the end of her nose. The end itself curves upwards, and the first impression of many people is that Shereae is a snobby girl. Shereae has very thin lips. Her smile is very Mona Lisa-like, and she often uses it. Shereae smiles so much that people often can't tell if she is happy or sad, and that makes her seem mysterious, though if they talked to her, her voice is as easy as a book to read. She inherited a wide jaw from her father, and her chin juts out, like her mother's, giving her a determined look about her.
Her neck is almost abnormally long, and Shereae tries to shield it by not tucking her long hair behind her ears. Instead, she leaves it out, and it often gets in her eyes. But, alas, she is not yet past the age where she will not be in pain for the sake of beauty. She has average sized ears. Her shoulders are wide, though not broad, and her arms are kind of long, but not very much. She has an almost-flat tummy, and thin hips. She has more of a pencil-shape than her mother, who is bell-shaped.
Shereae's arms are thin, and she likes to show them off by wearing short- or no- sleeved shirts. She likes to wear skirts much better than pants, and if she is seen wearing pants, it is only while mucking out the stables. She likes to wear light blues, and dark browns or even black.
Her casual outfit is generally composed of a long skirt, which may be as long as her ankles, and as high as her knees, a sleevess shirt, and sandals. The skirt could be blue, or brown, but whichever color the skirt is not, the shirt is. Or, the shirt could be black. She hates black skirts, because they make her look like she is in mourning. The sandals are always brown, she cannot afford to have them dyed.
She is much more dressy for formal occasions, and she enjoys going to them. For formal occasions, she wears a cotton-like black shirt, which has sleeves about mid-upper arm, and it is very thin. She only has one dress-shirt. She has, however, three dress skirts, made out of the same material. One of them is a dark turquoise color, the second (her favorite) is a deep sky blue color, and the third is a cornflower blue color. She wears the skirts alternately, so every fourth occasion is the first skirt. She wears black sandals with her dressy outfits.
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Personality: Shereae is a normal girl. She can be sweet as bubbly pie one minute, and a tunnel snake the next. She has been known to use a sharp tongue to get her ways, and is well-versed in manipulation. Overall, she is not a fake person, even to the point of being brutally honest. She can be a smart aleck.
A phrase to describe this girl would be "fiery red head." As per usual, she likes to have her way, or at least believe she has it. This is often where manipulation comes into play. Shereae has been called a wordsmith, and if it existed, Beguile would be her trade. She has a habit of only being tactful when it suits her needs or wants.
Even though Shereae excels in the art of manipulation, she still likes people. Most of her friends as a child were little boys, however. Shereae is definitely not a "prissy princess." She likes to look nice, and she "cleans up real well," as she was once told. As she enjoys fresh, crisp, clean clothes, she is often seen doing laundry, and she always does her laundry herself. She believes and often preaches that, "if you want something done right, you ought to do it yourself."
Some of Shereae's food enjoyments include bubbly pies, roasted wherry, tubers, and hot, extra sweet klah. Her favorite place to eat is in the main hall where, where she can meet people of whatever Hold, Hall, or Weyr she is staying in. Her favorite evening drink is red wine. She finds it perfectly suitd to her tastes, and she doesn't like white wines at all. She thinks they are too "fruit juicy."
Shereae has some sort of modesty, but being at the Weyr for a couple turns has seen some of her humbleness shrink away. Since moving to the Weyr, her tongue has become a bit more sharp, and her manner prouder and less subservient. Though she still holds some of that Hold raising, she doesn't look too fondly upon her former self. She often calls her old self a "sniveling brat." She dislikes woman who make themselves as servants to men.
Other dislikes of Shereae include rude men, women who sleep around, "prissies," any sort of cold weather at all, and whers. She doesn't like whers because she believes they are inferior to dragonkind, of which she is a giant fan. To her, whers are simple-minded, and she goes for complexity.
At this point in her life, Shereae is staying away from men. Her main focus right now is trying to stay healthy and showing herself to be worthy to stand at a Hatching and Impress a queen, if there is one. Believing herself to be "above" a green, she does her candidate chores, and keeps herself well-nourished and vigorous. She loves and lives to exercise, and she is in great shape.
The thing in life that scares Shereae most is cold. Having experienced little to none of it, she dreads being stuck in it. In her mind, she pictures a little image of herself, bunched down in what she imagines snow looks like (white and puffy, she once heard, that's not too hard to imagine), shivering and freezing to death.
Shereae's great skill is the Beastcraft. She likes horses and enjoys her work with them, as well as with the other heard beasts. She has a favorite male runner of the Weyr's, a stallion named Feenex. He has a large sunburst on his forehead. She has overseen many birthings of calves and foals, and has assisted in some of the easier ones. Her father always told her she was a natural. She learned all she knows from him.
In her spare time, Shereae likes to sing little ditties to herself. Sometimes these get out, and are catchy, so some people of the Weyr sing them for days. But, alas, they are ditties and tunings, and nothing more. Shereae would have liked to learn the Harpercraft as well, but she could only choose one between the Beastcraft and Harpercraft, and she wisely chose what she was already better at.
History: On her father's small holding, her father, Corransu, kept runners and many beasts of burden. She got her initial skill by working with him on their "ranch." She loved working with the foals when she could. Their semi-shaggy southern coats would sometimes get matted, and her "assignment" was to keep them looking shiny and pretty for trading with the Weyr. She worked hard and proved her worth, and got to move on to other tasks for her father.
Her first help out with a herdbeast birthing was when she was ten. The birthing was a good one, and the mother delivered well. The newborn was a little, but strong one, and Corransu named the calf after Shereae: Shay. The act of helping out made the young girl feel important, and Corransu called his daughter "the Lucky Star." It is one of the fondest memories Shereae has, even seven turns later.
When Shereae was little, her mother tried to teach her "womanly arts," such as sewing, baking, and the like, but Shereae was never good at it. One such occasion made a bubbly pie turn out like a wher-hide boot. However, Corransu ate it, and made Shereae feel spectacular. But while she had her back turned to hug her mother, Corransu spit the pie out and pasted a smile on his face again before Shereae could catch him.
When Shereae was about twelve turns, her grandsire on her father's side moved in with them. Corransu built an addition on to the house, and Commasun had his own room, which he was delighted with. Shereae's granddame had always lived close by, and so they went to visit her often.
A day in the life of Shereae would go a bit like this on the ranch: get up at about six a.m. (her mother put her foot down at any time earlier than that). Then she would go drink the klah her mother cooked for her. Then it would be out to the runner pen with her brushes to beautify the runners. At any given time, the ranch had ten to fifteen runners, along with a herd of herdbeasts. After performing that duty, she led them out into the regular pastures to eat and drink, and moved on to the stalls. She mucked them out twice a week. Then it was time for the morning meal. She went and ate with her brother and sister, and then she would go out with her father and brother and mend fences. After doing so, she would herd the herdbeasts over to the next pasture with help of their canine, Fyr. Then time would come to feed Fyr, which was her duty. While the herdbeasts and runners were all in the pastures, Shereae filled up their inside troughs with water and grain. After feeding the larger animals (and Fyr, of course), it would be time for the mid day meal. Shereae would meet with her whole family inside, and they would sit down to their largest meal of the day. After eating, they'd wait out the hottest part of the day by taking a nap ((similar to a siesta in Spain)) for no more than two hours. At about three in the afternoon, Shereae went out with her mother to work in their good-sized garden. In the garden, they grew enough to feed their family, and a little extra to sell at a gather. Shereae was always well fed, and probably a little over-fed, though not to the point of obesity. Shereae's duties in the garden included fertilizing the plants, weeding, and picking the bad bugs off of the plants. Also, in the spring, she would help her mother replant the annual plants that died every winter.
After helping her mother in the gardens, Keihan would go inside to clean the house a bit, and start making dinner. Shereae went back out to the pastures to round up the runners. This was the best part of the day for Shereae. Everyday, she took one half of the stock for a ride. On one day, she would take the mares, and on the other, she'd take the stallions. She saddled up the horse, and took it for a ride, and then came back. As they usually had about twelve runners average (after trading with other ranchers and selling the adolescents at gathers), she would repeat the act about six times a day. The first few times she was allowed to do it, her rear end hurt viciously, but she finally grew callouses. Just recently, at the Weyr, she has been able to get rid of them, though she hears tale of riders growing rear end callouses.
Shereae is afraid of the cold. When she was a young child, about five, she wondered away from the ranch, and got lost in the plains. Leandra, though she was only three turns older than Shereae, was supposed to be watching the girl while Coromon, Keihan (who had had to help with the livestock at the time), and Corransu worked in the barn. Leandra slipped off to sleep, and the unsupervise Shereae followed a noise out the door. She had gotten three fields over, and was working towards the fourth when Leandra, awoken by the sounds of the back door shutting when her parents and brother came in, realized that Shereae was gone.
Meanwhile, now four fields over, and becoming desperately close to jungle, Shereae had stopped chasing the butterflies and picking wildflowers. She looked around, and upon realizing that no surroundings looked familiar, began to cry. Evening was upon the land, and coldness began to chill Shereae's skin. She plopped down on the ground, and huddled her knees to her chest, while still crying. Unbeknownst to her, her family, minus Leandra, went out looking for her. Everyone had forgotten that P'kin was due for a visit (he was coming to tell Keihan and Corransu if Coromon would make a dragonrider. Turned out not).
When he arrived, for he had gone between, he saw the family outside with glowbaskets. Though the whole scene was rather comical, he held his tongue and asked what was happening. After Corransu explained, P'kin volunteered to take Klyith and look for her. It was getting colder and darker, and he knew that time was of the essence if he was going to find the girl. He flew off, and hoped he was going in the direction of the child.
Fifteen minutes later, he was flying over the field that Shereae sat huddled in. Getting set to tell Klyith to go back to the ranch, he sighed.
P'kin, there is a presence in this field, Klyith told him. P'kin replied and told him to swoop down. They landed.
There they found the little girl, lips and fingernails turned a light shade of blue. She wasn't exactly freezing to death, but she was scared and lonely. When Shereae heard the dragon swoop down, she had looked up and saw his glowing eye. She felt a little bit of relief, though she didn't know who it was. As P'kin came over, calling to her, she crawled to her feet and ran to him as fast as they would take her. Noticing how cold her fingertips were, he decided he would just go between back to her house, rather than flying straight. He neglected to tell her how cold between was, though he said it would be a bit cold. They hopped on, and he tied her in. They blinked.
Remembering that " between only takes as much time as it does to cough three times," Shereae tried to cough when she got between. When she found that she couldn't feel anything, not the dragon below her nor her uncle behind her for the cold, she screamed. But, of course, no sounds are made between. And this cold was freezing. Her head started to pound drastically, and her throat throbbed. Her vision doubled, and the fear that she would never make it out of this intense cold began to grab her heart and rip it apart. Right as she closed her eyes and shivered, they popped out above the ranch. Though it was warmer outside of between, she still felt that deadly chill in her bones. It was horrible.
To the young girl, she had been cold for what had seemed to the five-turn old like hours, and then had been freezing for years (even though it had been only three coughs-worth of seconds). The thought of cold from those few seconds was enough to scare her for a lifetime. She also has a bit of fear of dark, but it is nowhere near as bad as her phobia of cold.
After dropping his niece with her family, P'kin stayed for dinner, and soon left. He knew it was time for the family to celebrate each other, even though Coromon wouldn't be a good candidate. Klyith bespoke his rider.
P'kin...earlier, when I said I felt a presence, I meant for a good rider. I know we didn't come out here for the girl, but she would make a good candidate.
I knew what you meant, Kly. But you do understand that tonight wasn't the night, right? replied the rider.
What do you mean? asked the dark blue dragon. He was curious.
Kly, they just got their daughter back. She was lost, and now she is found. Corransu would not have liked it if after we gave him his daughter back, we would have told him he had to give her up again, replied P'kin. No, that wouldn't have gone over well at all. We'll come back in a few years, and bring it up then. Besides, she's but five now. We couldn't really have her for about another nine turns, anyway.
Klyith snorted. These humans never made any sense. Who wouldn't want to give their child a life with a dragon?
P'kin made sure to remember when the child turned 14, and when she did, he flew Klyith out to Search her, and see if she still held that special charm. He arrived, and as he was unannounced, no one was ready for him. Inside the holding, Shereae heard dragonwings, and rushed outside to rind her favorite uncle, hopping off of his dragon. They greeted each other, and the rest of the family soon followed.
Keihan made them all a special lunch, and used her freshly grown tubers. As they sat outside, for it was a picnic style lunch, Klyith spoke to his rider.
The girl undoubtedly still possesses the potential. We should take her today, P'kin.
Alright, I'll tell her family, he replied.
He looked up at the family, all laughing over some joke he had missed, told by Coromon. "I have news," he began, not saying whether it was good or not. That would be up to them. "Klyith here says that Shereae would make a good dragonrider, and we'd like to have her on the Sands come Hatching Day.
"What's more," he said, going on through the family's goggle-eyed stares, "is that this is not the first time he has said this." He brought up the day that he had found her in the field, hunched and cold. He told them what Klyith had said that day, and what he had told the dragon. Upon finishing his story-arguement, he sat with his hands folded in his lap, smiling. Perhaps the incident was still to freshly etched in their minds.
"If you need some time to think about, that's fine," he added for good measure.
"No, it's alright. Shere, would you like to go?" asked her father. Corransu wasn't sure it was a great idea....he had of candidates, turned too old to Impress anymore, and no longer able to stand for Impression. He didn't want Shereae to get her heart broken by some over grown firelizard...he realized he had grown too thoughtful and turned back to the original conversation.
"...love to go, Father. I know I might not Impress, but if I do, it would be fantastic," she said. Ever sine she had taken her initial ride on Klyith, she had wanted a dragon of her own. Now she was getting her chance.
Color Preference: Gold
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Post by Memorie on May 9, 2006 16:52:30 GMT -5
Guriya. Lower Caverns woman; Creche nanny. Blonde, grey streaked hair, grey eyes. 41 years old. Good friend of Jujala.
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Post by Memorie on Apr 28, 2006 22:26:00 GMT -5
Player Info Name: Mem, Memorie, whatever. ^_^ Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com (msn messenger and email) How you heard of LW: EzSearched DRoP Character Information Name: Shereae Gender: Female Age/Birthday: 17 Orientation: Heterosexual Location: Lateo Rank: Candidate Family: Shereae's father, Corransu, owns a small holding in the south continent convieniently placed near a river and a small meadow. His "ranch," so to speak, is no great big thing, but it keeps the family well, and they often are able to trade herdbeast with the local Weyr, which is Lateo. They also trade at Gathers, when they can get there. Corransu himself is quite a jovial man, with a wink and laugh to spare. His job is easy to him, and he has always said that a good job keeps the heart happy. The man has a resolve of steel, and that has probably helped him break some of his more stubborn foals into riding and the such. He is a particularly muscular man, from working with animals. He also built his family's holding, the house itself, the barn, and all the fences and pens. His hair is the same fire red as Shereae's, and his eyes are her same shade of blue-green. His strong jawline often shows his more determined side, and is what made Shereae's mother fall head over heels for the man. He is a great man who holds much inspiration for his children. Shereae's mother's name is Keihan, and she is a good woman and wife. She keeps their holding clean, and provides for her family by cleaning and cooking the meals. Since she prefers to let Shereae do the harder tasks with her father, she often finds herself alone in the house and garden, humming ditties. This is where Shereae got her little hobby from. Keihan is one of the few wives who do not long for something more. She grew up in a horrible holding, and her father beat her a lot. From that, she learned what not to do to her children and family. She is mighty content with what she has now, and she and Corransu have always worked along side each other to raise the best children ever. Keihan is a rather short woman, only measuring up to 5'3" and weighing 125 pounds when soaking wet and holding a bag of tubers. Her light blonde hair was brown when she was a little girl, but lightened after the turns, and now is becoming several shades of grey, as Keihan is in her fiftieth turn. She is a slight woman, petite of frame, and while Shereae inherited her thin bone structure, she did not inherit her short stature, so to speak. Shereae has always been able to talk to her mother about things, be they good or bad. Shereae has a brother and a sister, named Coromon and Leandra. Coromon gets along really well with Shereae, and the two are best of friends. Coromon got almost all of his mother's features, including her brown eyes with the blonde hair. Like his mother, his hair used to be dark brown, but lightened. Coromon is older than Shereae, as is Leandra, and he is currently 23 turns of age. He measures up to 6 feet even, and as such, luckily did not inherit his mother's frame nor her weight. He weighs a good 220 pounds. He is a nice guy, and he has his father's attitude on life. Shereae loves him. Leandra does not have such a great attitude on life, or anything else for that matter. She doesn't get along well Shereae, and the feeling is mutual. Of the three children, she is the only one with brown hair. Her eyes are the same blue as Corransu's, and she has the exact same bone structure and weight type as her mother. She measures a whole 5'4" and 145 pounds. She is petite, and she loves herself that way. Leandra is twenty turns old, and acts like she's thirty. Unlike Coromon and Shereae, the only work she does is mending, sewing, and cooking. And she has the nerve to whine about that! Leandra is definitely the brat, and just to keep her loud mouth shut, Keihan and Corransu just let her be. Besides, Shereae and Coromon do enough work, combined with Commasun and Corransu, to get the job done. Both of Shereae's parents had large families. Her maternal grandsire has passed, as has her paternal granddame. Though her maternal granddame had a bad husband, she was an alright person, and Shereae visits her often. She also has a great relationship with her only remaining grandsire, and he lives with them now. His name is Commasun, and he, like his son is now, was a beastherder. Corransu inherited his father's tallness and strength, but none of his other attributes. The red hair and bluish eyes come from Corransu's mother, as well as the terran-roman nose. Shereae gets much advice from this man, more than from her mother and father. She has always felt that he was removed enough from any situation to give good, unbiased material, and so she really looks up to him as well. On Keihan's side, Shereae has five aunts and three uncles. Their names, listed in order of the order of the oldest to youngest are Mickala, Kerein, Bighten, Yaj, and Frihj. Keihan is older than Yaj, but younger than Bighten. Her brothers' names are Lans, Wartin, and P'kin. They are scattered around the continent, and Bighten and P'kin (formerly Poskin) are dragonriders, a greenrider and bluerider, respectively. The rest are simple holders, etching out an existance. The family is pretty tight, and all have lived in each others holdings at some point. Corransu has three sisters and three brothers. The sister's names are Merekan, Ronsha, and Ijah. His brothers are named Bynan, Hongash, and Forkin. Corransu is older than Forkin, but younger than Hongash. Commasun is proud of all of his sons, but had closer relationships with his daugters. Their family, much like Keihan's, is close. They are all somehow involved in Beastcrafting, and the three sisters are married to Beastcrafters. Pets: None. Appearance: Shereae has red hair, which she got from her father, though it is lighter because of her mother's genes. Here and there is a blonde streak to be had, and it is lower-back long. Though it is messily-wavy, there is not an actual curl to be found, and even true waves are hard to come by. She tries to keep it well brushed and parted, but her hair has a mind of its own, often throwing out the straight part Shereae puts in. She has an average-sized forhead, nothing remarkable. Her eyes, gained also from her father, are blue-green, and give her a constant cheerful look. Her eyebrows are thin, and she is glad for not sharing the mono-brow look with her father. There are smile-crinkles at the corners of her eyes. She has a very terran-ancient Roman nose, and the bridge is only a bit lower than the end of her nose. The end itself curves upwards, and the first impression of many people is that Shereae is a snobby girl. Shereae has very thin lips. Her smile is very Mona Lisa-like, and she often uses it. Shereae smiles so much that people often can't tell if she is happy or sad, and that makes her seem mysterious, though if they talked to her, her voice is as easy as a book to read. She inherited a wide jaw from her father, and her chin juts out, like her mother's, giving her a determined look about her. Her neck is almost abnormally long, and Shereae tries to shield it by not tucking her long hair behind her ears. Instead, she leaves it out, and it often gets in her eyes. But, alas, she is not yet past the age where she will not be in pain for the sake of beauty. She has average sized ears. Her shoulders are wide, though not broad, and her arms are kind of long, but not very much. She has an almost-flat tummy, and thin hips. She has more of a pencil-shape than her mother, who is bell-shaped. Shereae's arms are thin, and she likes to show them off by wearing short- or no- sleeved shirts. She likes to wear skirts much better than pants, and if she is seen wearing pants, it is only while mucking out the stables. She likes to wear light blues, and dark browns or even black. Her casual outfit is generally composed of a long skirt, which may be as long as her ankles, and as high as her knees, a sleevess shirt, and sandals. The skirt could be blue, or brown, but whichever color the skirt is not, the shirt is. Or, the shirt could be black. She hates black skirts, because they make her look like she is in mourning. The sandals are always brown, she cannot afford to have them dyed. She is much more dressy for formal occasions, and she enjoys going to them. For formal occasions, she wears a cotton-like black shirt, which has sleeves about mid-upper arm, and it is very thin. She only has one dress-shirt. She has, however, three dress skirts, made out of the same material. One of them is a dark turquoise color, the second (her favorite) is a deep sky blue color, and the third is a cornflower blue color. She wears the skirts alternately, so every fourth occasion is the first skirt. She wears black sandals with her dressy outfits. Personality: Shereae is a normal girl. She can be sweet as bubbly pie one minute, and a tunnel snake the next. She has been known to use a sharp tongue to get her ways, and is well-versed in manipulation. Overall, she is not a fake person, even to the point of being brutally honest. She can be a smart aleck. A phrase to describe this girl would be "fiery red head." As per usual, she likes to have her way, or at least believe she has it. This is often where manipulation comes into play. Shereae has been called a wordsmith, and if it existed, Beguile would be her trade. She has a habit of only being tactful when it suits her needs or wants. Even though Shereae excels in the art of manipulation, she still likes people. Most of her friends as a child were little boys, however. Shereae is definitely not a "prissy princess." She likes to look nice, and she "cleans up real well," as she was once told. As she enjoys fresh, crisp, clean clothes, she is often seen doing laundry, and she always does her laundry herself. She believes and often preaches that, "if you want something done right, you ought to do it yourself." Some of Shereae's food enjoyments include bubbly pies, roasted wherry, tubers, and hot, extra sweet klah. Her favorite place to eat is in the main hall where, where she can meet people of whatever Hold, Hall, or Weyr she is staying in. Her favorite evening drink is red wine. She finds it perfectly suitd to her tastes, and she doesn't like white wines at all. She thinks they are too "fruit juicy." Shereae has some sort of modesty, but being at the Weyr for a couple turns has seen some of her humbleness shrink away. Since moving to the Weyr, her tongue has become a bit more sharp, and her manner prouder and less subservient. Though she still holds some of that Hold raising, she doesn't look too fondly upon her former self. She often calls her old self a "sniveling brat." She dislikes woman who make themselves as servants to men. Other dislikes of Shereae include rude men, women who sleep around, "prissies," any sort of cold weather at all, and whers. She doesn't like whers because she believes they are inferior to dragonkind, of which she is a giant fan. To her, whers are simple-minded, and she goes for complexity. At this point in her life, Shereae is staying away from men. Her main focus right now is trying to stay healthy and showing herself to be worthy to stand at a Hatching and Impress a queen, if there is one. Believing herself to be "above" a green, she does her candidate chores, and keeps herself well-nourished and vigorous. She loves and lives to exercise, and she is in great shape. The thing in life that scares Shereae most is cold. Having experienced little to none of it, she dreads being stuck in it. In her mind, she pictures a little image of herself, bunched down in what she imagines snow looks like (white and puffy, she once heard, that's not too hard to imagine), shivering and freezing to death. Shereae's great skill is the Beastcraft. She likes horses and enjoys her work with them, as well as with the other heard beasts. She has a favorite male runner of the Weyr's, a stallion named Feenex. He has a large sunburst on his forehead. She has overseen many birthings of calves and foals, and has assisted in some of the easier ones. Her father always told her she was a natural. She learned all she knows from him. In her spare time, Shereae likes to sing little ditties to herself. Sometimes these get out, and are catchy, so some people of the Weyr sing them for days. But, alas, they are ditties and tunings, and nothing more. Shereae would have liked to learn the Harpercraft as well, but she could only choose one between the Beastcraft and Harpercraft, and she wisely chose what she was already better at. History: On her father's small holding, her father, Corransu, kept runners and many beasts of burden. She got her initial skill by working with him on their "ranch." She loved working with the foals when she could. Their semi-shaggy southern coats would sometimes get matted, and her "assignment" was to keep them looking shiny and pretty for trading with the Weyr. She worked hard and proved her worth, and got to move on to other tasks for her father. Her first help out with a herdbeast birthing was when she was ten. The birthing was a good one, and the mother delivered well. The newborn was a little, but strong one, and Corransu named the calf after Shereae: Shay. The act of helping out made the young girl feel important, and Corransu called his daughter "the Lucky Star." It is one of the fondest memories Shereae has, even seven turns later. When Shereae was little, her mother tried to teach her "womanly arts," such as sewing, baking, and the like, but Shereae was never good at it. One such occasion made a bubbly pie turn out like a wher-hide boot. However, Corransu ate it, and made Shereae feel spectacular. But while she had her back turned to hug her mother, Corransu spit the pie out and pasted a smile on his face again before Shereae could catch him. When Shereae was about twelve turns, her grandsire on her father's side moved in with them. Corransu built an addition on to the house, and Commasun had his own room, which he was delighted with. Shereae's granddame had always lived close by, and so they went to visit her often. A day in the life of Shereae would go a bit like this on the ranch: get up at about six a.m. (her mother put her foot down at any time earlier than that). Then she would go drink the klah her mother cooked for her. Then it would be out to the runner pen with her brushes to beautify the runners. At any given time, the ranch had ten to fifteen runners, along with a herd of herdbeasts. After performing that duty, she led them out into the regular pastures to eat and drink, and moved on to the stalls. She mucked them out twice a week. Then it was time for the morning meal. She went and ate with her brother and sister, and then she would go out with her father and brother and mend fences. After doing so, she would herd the herdbeasts over to the next pasture with help of their canine, Fyr. Then time would come to feed Fyr, which was her duty. While the herdbeasts and runners were all in the pastures, Shereae filled up their inside troughs with water and grain. After feeding the larger animals (and Fyr, of course), it would be time for the mid day meal. Shereae would meet with her whole family inside, and they would sit down to their largest meal of the day. After eating, they'd wait out the hottest part of the day by taking a nap ((similar to a siesta in Spain)) for no more than two hours. At about three in the afternoon, Shereae went out with her mother to work in their good-sized garden. In the garden, they grew enough to feed their family, and a little extra to sell at a gather. Shereae was always well fed, and probably a little over-fed, though not to the point of obesity. Shereae's duties in the garden included fertilizing the plants, weeding, and picking the bad bugs off of the plants. Also, in the spring, she would help her mother replant the annual plants that died every winter. After helping her mother in the gardens, Keihan would go inside to clean the house a bit, and start making dinner. Shereae went back out to the pastures to round up the runners. This was the best part of the day for Shereae. Everyday, she took one half of the stock for a ride. On one day, she would take the mares, and on the other, she'd take the stallions. She saddled up the horse, and took it for a ride, and then came back. As they usually had about twelve runners average (after trading with other ranchers and selling the adolescents at gathers), she would repeat the act about six times a day. The first few times she was allowed to do it, her rear end hurt viciously, but she finally grew callouses. Just recently, at the Weyr, she has been able to get rid of them, though she hears tale of riders growing rear end callouses. Shereae is afraid of the cold. When she was a young child, about five, she wondered away from the ranch, and got lost in the plains. Leandra, though she was only three turns older than Shereae, was supposed to be watching the girl while Coromon, Keihan (who had had to help with the livestock at the time), and Corransu worked in the barn. Leandra slipped off to sleep, and the unsupervise Shereae followed a noise out the door. She had gotten three fields over, and was working towards the fourth when Leandra, awoken by the sounds of the back door shutting when her parents and brother came in, realized that Shereae was gone. Meanwhile, now four fields over, and becoming desperately close to jungle, Shereae had stopped chasing the butterflies and picking wildflowers. She looked around, and upon realizing that no surroundings looked familiar, began to cry. Evening was upon the land, and coldness began to chill Shereae's skin. She plopped down on the ground, and huddled her knees to her chest, while still crying. Unbeknownst to her, her family, minus Leandra, went out looking for her. Everyone had forgotten that P'kin was due for a visit (he was coming to tell Keihan and Corransu if Coromon would make a dragonrider. Turned out not). When he arrived, for he had gone between, he saw the family outside with glowbaskets. Though the whole scene was rather comical, he held his tongue and asked what was happening. After Corransu explained, P'kin volunteered to take Klyith and look for her. It was getting colder and darker, and he knew that time was of the essence if he was going to find the girl. He flew off, and hoped he was going in the direction of the child. Fifteen minutes later, he was flying over the field that Shereae sat huddled in. Getting set to tell Klyith to go back to the ranch, he sighed. P'kin, there is a presence in this field, Klyith told him. P'kin replied and told him to swoop down. They landed. There they found the little girl, lips and fingernails turned a light shade of blue. She wasn't exactly freezing to death, but she was scared and lonely. When Shereae heard the dragon swoop down, she had looked up and saw his glowing eye. She felt a little bit of relief, though she didn't know who it was. As P'kin came over, calling to her, she crawled to her feet and ran to him as fast as they would take her. Noticing how cold her fingertips were, he decided he would just go between back to her house, rather than flying straight. He neglected to tell her how cold between was, though he said it would be a bit cold. They hopped on, and he tied her in. They blinked. Remembering that " between only takes as much time as it does to cough three times," Shereae tried to cough when she got between. When she found that she couldn't feel anything, not the dragon below her nor her uncle behind her for the cold, she screamed. But, of course, no sounds are made between. And this cold was freezing. Her head started to pound drastically, and her throat throbbed. Her vision doubled, and the fear that she would never make it out of this intense cold began to grab her heart and rip it apart. Right as she closed her eyes and shivered, they popped out above the ranch. Though it was warmer outside of between, she still felt that deadly chill in her bones. It was horrible. To the young girl, she had been cold for what had seemed to the five-turn old like hours, and then had been freezing for years (even though it had been only three coughs-worth of seconds). The thought of cold from those few seconds was enough to scare her for a lifetime. She also has a bit of fear of dark, but it is nowhere near as bad as her phobia of cold. After dropping his niece with her family, P'kin stayed for dinner, and soon left. He knew it was time for the family to celebrate each other, even though Coromon wouldn't be a good candidate. Klyith bespoke his rider. P'kin...earlier, when I said I felt a presence, I meant for a good rider. I know we didn't come out here for the girl, but she would make a good candidate. I knew what you meant, Kly. But you do understand that tonight wasn't the night, right? replied the rider. What do you mean? asked the dark blue dragon. He was curious. Kly, they just got their daughter back. She was lost, and now she is found. Corransu would not have liked it if after we gave him his daughter back, we would have told him he had to give her up again, replied P'kin. No, that wouldn't have gone over well at all. We'll come back in a few years, and bring it up then. Besides, she's but five now. We couldn't really have her for about another nine turns, anyway. Klyith snorted. These humans never made any sense. Who wouldn't want to give their child a life with a dragon? P'kin made sure to remember when the child turned 14, and when she did, he flew Klyith out to Search her, and see if she still held that special charm. He arrived, and as he was unannounced, no one was ready for him. Inside the holding, Shereae heard dragonwings, and rushed outside to rind her favorite uncle, hopping off of his dragon. They greeted each other, and the rest of the family soon followed. Keihan made them all a special lunch, and used her freshly grown tubers. As they sat outside, for it was a picnic style lunch, Klyith spoke to his rider. The girl undoubtedly still possesses the potential. We should take her today, P'kin. Alright, I'll tell her family, he replied. He looked up at the family, all laughing over some joke he had missed, told by Coromon. "I have news," he began, not saying whether it was good or not. That would be up to them. "Klyith here says that Shereae would make a good dragonrider, and we'd like to have her on the Sands come Hatching Day. "What's more," he said, going on through the family's goggle-eyed stares, "is that this is not the first time he has said this." He brought up the day that he had found her in the field, hunched and cold. He told them what Klyith had said that day, and what he had told the dragon. Upon finishing his story-arguement, he sat with his hands folded in his lap, smiling. Perhaps the incident was still to freshly etched in their minds. "If you need some time to think about, that's fine," he added for good measure. "No, it's alright. Shere, would you like to go?" asked her father. Corransu wasn't sure it was a great idea....he had of candidates, turned too old to Impress anymore, and no longer able to stand for Impression. He didn't want Shereae to get her heart broken by some over grown firelizard...he realized he had grown too thoughtful and turned back to the original conversation. "...love to go, Father. I know I might not Impress, but if I do, it would be fantastic," she said. Ever sine she had taken her initial ride on Klyith, she had wanted a dragon of her own. Now she was getting her chance. Color Preference: Gold
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Post by Memorie on Apr 28, 2006 22:25:28 GMT -5
Player InfoName:Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com <--msn and email How you heard of LW: been playing here for a while Rider InformationName: T'den (Tanden) Gender: Male Age/Birthday: 36/Mid-Spring Orientation: Homosexual Location: Lateo Rank/Wing: Wingrider/Sidus Wing Standing: T'den believes the holders and crafters of the North are worth saving because they are like ignorant babes. He is big on mercy and will protect the people of Pern. Family: His mother's name was Srinda, and she is sixty-four years old. She is a creche nanny, and even in her somewhat old age, she still loves to take care and watch over the children. As a mother, she was never entirely strict with Tanden, and actually, the whole Lower Caverns watched the boy, instead of just her. Her other children were raised in much the same way. T'den's father is Nalo, and he is a sixty-seven year old cook. His specialty are the bubbly pies he makes for children. He, like Srinda, never actually took an active role in his chilren's lives, but he was there for any support they might need. He was a tiny bit more strict the Srinda, but only because he was their father. Granier is his brother, older by three turns and far more agressive and competitive. Tanden and Granier never got on very well, partially because of Tanden's laid-back attitude. Granier always was of the belief that men should be rough and hard, and never show weakness. Tanden disagreed, and therein the problems started. He is a dragonrider, and he rides bronze Maith. His name is now Gr'nier. Srindalo is T'den's younger sister, and is twenty-nine turns old. She is a cook with her father. She is a real sweetheart, and very agreeable. As children, her and Tanden played together, and he protected her as best he could from the rough, mean boys--including their older brother. He took a lot of hits for the girl, and they still have a good relationship. She is mated to another weyrcook, and they have one child. Srindalo is expecting another in the winter. Pets: One green firelizard, named Ago. T'den named her after his dragon. He found when he was sweepriding for weather over th beaches. As he looked down, he saw little flitters of gold, bronze and brown, and directed Agoth to touch down several dragonlengths away. As he snuck up on the clutch, the gold who had laid the eggs, came after him in fury, and T'den ended up with a few deep scratches and welts from the lizard's beak and claws. He got close enough to the pile of eggs, which were still not completely hardened, to grab one on the most outside of the group. Being careful not to shake it, he placed it inside his riding jacket and scurried away before the gold could really hurt him. He went back to Agoth, finished his sweep quicky, and hurried back to the Weyr. A sevenday later, the egg hatched, and T'den fed it immediately, having recieved advice from several others with the creatures. As her hunger was sated, she curled up on T'den's belly, and he named her Ago, and she chirped in approval before falling asleep. Appearance: T'den has a high forehead, tanned by all his years spent in Southern. His eyebrows are moderately think, and his eyes themselves are light blue. His nose is long and narrow, not even belling at the end. Lips that usually are grinning cover white teeth, and his chin is wide and cleft. His hair is dirty blonde, and his ears are a bit small. T'den has a thin body-type, only bulked up by muscles gained as a dragonrider. He has thin arms, and somewhat delicate hands. He is a good example of medieval beauty. He has a thick chest, and a rock hard stomach, like most other riders. His hips are thin, and his legs are thick, but only with muscle in the thighs and calves. He has large feet. As his favorite color to wear is blue, since it complements his eyes, he has a large selection of tailor-made shirts to fit his body. He wears tan or khaki colored pants, also tailor-made. He usually wears light colored sandals, and a bracelet always graces his left wrist. This bracelet is made of black rope for the string part, and has blue and blacks beads on it in no particular shape. He recieved this bracelet from his parents when he Impressed. For Gathers, he has a beautiful deep blue shirt that he wears with his darkest colored black pants. He also has a lighter colored blue shirt that he wears sometimes, but he is not as fond of it as he is the deep blue shirt. He wears black boots with this outfit, and, of course, his bracelet. T'den is a person that is always well put-together, and he always looks nice, even in his work clothes. Personality: T'den is overall very laid back and chill. He enjoys a good laugh as much as the next man, but he is also content to just sit and look at the fire, or listen to others. He has a good amount of friends, and most people do like him. T'den enjoys flying with Agoth more than anything else. Her nimble, dainty wings powerfully pushing air beneath them fascinates him and pleases her. The two are very close, and there are absolutely no secrets between them. One of his favorite pasttime activities is music-making. He can play a decent set of pipes, can keep rhythm on drums, and has a good voice for singing. His light baritone is pleasant to listen to, and he sometimes sees the weyrsinger for a bit of lessons. When walking around, he can often be heard humming little ditties or softly singing songs under his breath. T'den doesn't like rough people. He thinks that men who are tough and rough all the time are faking it, and probably are a little crazy. This system of belief stems from growing up with his driven brother. History: Tanden was born in the weyr, to a nanny mother and a cook father. They spoilt him until he hit two, when he was old enough to be looked after by others. Both parents were busy taking care of the Weyr, and like so many other Lower Caverns parents, did not always have time to take out of their day to discipline and constantly watch their children. Tanden was a happy child, enjoying his many "mommies" and "pops." Everyone seemed to enjoy the pleasant child too. When he was five, he fell from a large pile of rocks in the Bowl and broke his arm. He cried, and his older brother, who was afraid of getting in trouble (since he had been told not to let his young brother play on boulders, rock piles, or other dangerous places), kicked him and told him his arm wasn't broken. To prove his point, Granier grabbed Tanden's arm and pulled hard to pull him off of the ground. Tanden cried and lashed out with his other arm, knocking Granier upside his head. Soon, a dragonrider heard Tanden's cries, and carried him to the Weyrhealer, who set the boy's arm. Granier, of course, got in a lot of trouble, not only from his own parents, but from everyone. In the Lower Caverns, the belief is that "there is a lot to be said for public humiliation," and Granier felt that for quite some time. When Tanden was nineteen, and nearing the end to his standing for Impressions, he Impressed the love of his life: Agoth. The poor green had wrapped herself up under her claws, and as he helped her, Impression was made. Through Weyrling Training, T'den found that he enjoyed the feeling he got when trying something new, and his own favorite lesson was going beween, even though Agoth wasn't too fond of it at first. When they graduated, T'den wanted to be placed in Luna wing, but when he was tapped for Sidus, he took it, figuring that Luna would have tapped him if they'd wanted him. He's been flying with Sidus for almost thirteen turns. Dragon InformationName: Agoth Color: Green Age: 19 turns Description: Agoth is a delicate dragon. She has dainty claws and is somewhat small, even for her color. She is very graceful, however, and both she and T'den attribute this to her dainty size. Her hide itself is a dark emerald color, and her claws and boneflesh are even darker. Personality: Agoth is kind and proper. She always observes rank when speaking with other dragons, and she has respect for those older than she is. T'den is under the impression that she is a favorite among dragonkind. She makes friends very easily. History: The mottled egg hatched, revealing a dark colored green, made even darker by the egg-fluids all over her gleaming hide. She stumbled and creened a little bit, but then resumed her course, intent on finding someone like her to feed her starving stomach. A small boy stood near a lot of other young men, and he was looking at her, as if he knew she was meant for him. She crooned happily, and stumbled over to him, wrapping her right wing under claws in the process. She tipped onto her face, startled. T'den, help me. Your Agoth needs you, but she cannot reach you, dear love, she said, frustrated at the situation. He hurried over to his new mate and breathed in deeply as she asserted her mind to his, and Impression was made. He unwrapped her wingtip from her claws, and they headed toward the food table. In Weyrling Training, they were neither the best, nor the worst, but they did try hard and learn all they could before graduation. Their most enjoyed lesson was the one teaching the Weyrlings how to wash their dragons. T'den and Agoth splashed around in the water so much, they got yelled at and rebuked. They apologized, but laughed about it privately. After graduation, Agoth and T'den were placed in Sidus Wing. They have been in the wing for about thirteen years. Clutch: Bronze Zarmith and Gold Ulmerath
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Post by Memorie on Feb 15, 2006 14:28:53 GMT -5
Player InfoName: Mem Contact Info: prettygrrl186- AIM shirachatool@hotmail.com -MSN mess. and email How you heard of LW: Erm...I've been playing here for like...six months, or something Character InformationName: Milaka Gender: Male Age/Birthday: Sixteen/Mid-Spring Orientation: Heterosexual Location: Lateo Weyrhold Rank: Holdbrat Family:Having a larger family was always a relief for Milaka. It meant that there was always an open ear that belonged to someone his age to talk to. His brother, Lerek, is now seventeen, and his sister, Mwatah, has just Turned thirteen. His littlest brother, Hanlak, is seven, and his youngest sister is only three, and her name is Millem. In a family this size, and with two young children, Milaka never gets a lot of attention, but he doesn't mind His mother, Milhan, is something of a live-wire, and she takes pride in a clean holding. As a parent, she was the authoritarian type, and her children always knew her word was law. If she said to them, "go wash your hands for supper," it meant, "when you get back, your filthy mitts had better be pristine, and your nails better sparkle so that they blind me." However, she was always a loving mother, and always smiled at her children. The children's father, Lemorik, was a bit more loose, and certainly more comical. Luckily for his offspring, they don't seem to have inherited his clumbsiness, for which their mother always teases him. Milaka could always wheedle an extra mark from him for a Gather, and the other two older children were just as slick. Unbeknownst to them, he always knew their plans, he just couldn't say no. Luckily for him, his children never took advantage of him unfairly. The relationship between Milhan and Lemorik was an odd, if enviable, one. Though they have their obvious differences, they have maintained a highly loving and caring relationship easily. This has provided thier children with a good home to grow up in, and is the reason they have turned out so stable. Pets: None. Milhan told each of her kids that five children is "pets" enough. Appearance: Though he is from a Southern hold, his skin is only lightly tanned. He is not too dissimilar to the Terran European-Saxon male. His hair is a natural mix of dirty blonds and browns, and, if he doesn't take regular baths, his hair has a tendency to look somewhat dirty. He keeps it in a non-messy style, finger-combed forward. He is tender-headed, and he likes for people to "play" with his hair, which consists of them finger-combing it more. His eyes are a kind of cobalt blue, not too deep, and yet, not piercing blue. They are calm. The eye-shape itself is normal and his eyes are not yet wrinkled, though his genetics show that someday, they will have more wrinkles than an old Auntie. His eyebrows, usually held high in jest, can also be seen furrowed in deep thought. He has a heart-shaped face, with thin lips. His smile is genuine, though often given. His nose has a thin bridge, and then widens, giving his nostrils a natural flared look. His ears are little, and he has detached earlobes. He has a smaller body type, and is sort of lanky. However, "lanky" doesn't mean "weak" for Milaka. His arms hide good-sized muscles, and his legs are stronger than they appear. His muscles don't ever show unless he flexes them, giving him his lanky appearance. He stands at about 5'6", and commands 177 pounds of bone, fat, and muscle. Personality: Milaka is an easy-going young man. Milaka is friendly, though often a smartass. He often pokes fun at people as a way of breaking ice when he first meets them, and it is then people decide if they like him or not. He likes to laugh, and he likes to be around people. He doesn't "want to hear" about their supposed "woes," and he doesn't like Sob Stories. Milaka is a good friend, and will listen to troubles, but that is not all he likes to do. Milaka has faults like everyone else, and his fault is rudeness. If he is involved in a conversation that he doesn't like and he can't change the subject, then he simply walks away from the talker. If someone says or does something stupid, he will inform the person of the error. Having grown up in a hold, Milaka has somewhat more conservative views than a weyrchild would, although since he grew up in a weyrhold, they are a bit more relaxed than the other holders' views. History: Being the middle child has given Milaka his good personality and sense of humor. In a family where the parents don't often have enough time for all the children, a child must often learn how to amuse himself. Making friends is also important for survival in such a family, and especially for middle children. Milaka is the second child to his parents, and he had a normal birth, with only one complication: he came out late. Though the healer did not "induce" birth, Milaka was late by ten days. It is a joke between his parents that in the womb is where Milaka began to learn to shirk his duties, the first one being birth. Though Milaka is a responsible young man, he sometimes slides and slithers from chores. This will change with age. When Milaka was about five years of age, he became lost in one of the many crop fields that surround Lateo Weyrhold. He had followed his six-year old brother in, expecting a good time, and was quickly separated from him. Lerek, of course, made a joke of it, and ran in circles around his brother, making scary sounds and being an idiot. They were supposed to have been picking the crops, and Milhan couldn't see over the tall stalks to watch her children, and was also preoccupied with Mwatah, then just barely turned two. Their father was bartering with local merchants. As Milaka ran around the field, he screamed and cried, and Lerek realized his joke was no longer funny. He ran to his brother, and took him back to the holding, where Lerek recieved a proper spanking for his mischief. Even now, panic builds in Milaka's veins if he loses his way. Milaka is sixteen, and he was searched the fall of his fifteenth turn. When the giant blue touched, all the local children left their duties. This meeting had been scheduled for sometime with the Weyr, so the various parents and instructors did no reprimanding, but simply followed the children outside. As Milaka lined up with the other children, a large, deep blue head came his way. Not knowing what else to do but not back away, he said, "Hullo!" The dragon pulled back, and a rider beckoned to him. Milaka joined the ranks of those chosen and forced a smile, waving to his mother (who was crying), and his father (looking extraordinarily proud), and his sisters and brothers. After the last few boys were chosen, he was put a-dragonback, and betweened to the Weyr. At first, Milaka was worried that he wasn't really special enough, qualified really, to be a candidate. He didn't really have any special skills. He could hum a decent tune, and he could plant crops and pick them, and he knew how to ride a runner, but nothing specialized like some of the other candidates. He is still a bit nervous that no dragon will like him enough to be his own, but friends have helped to allieve these self-doubting thoughts. Do you want this char Searched? Well, he's already at the Weyr, but I would like his search played out with one of the riders. Color Preference Brown
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Post by Memorie on Feb 15, 2006 14:27:36 GMT -5
Player InfoName: Mem Contact Info: shirachatool@hotmail.com --Messenger and Email. The rest, you know. How you heard of LW: Been playin' here for quite some time. Rider InformationName: Kabhi Gender: Female Age/Birthday: Twenty-eight, Late Summer Orientation: Bisexual Location: Lateo Rank/Wing: Wingrider in Luna Wing Standing: Kabhi is indifferent to the holders in the North. She will follow the crowd as far as opinion goes, so that if the Weyrleaders defend the Northerners against Thread, so shall she. Family: Kabhi's mother's name is Jawani, and she is a journeywoman weaver at Fotus Hold. She has light brown hair with eyes to match, and is somewhat plain looking at fifty-three turns. Having mothered six children, she no longer retains the slight frame she had after walking the tables, but she is still fit enough to keep up with her nine-turn-old daughter and still infant son. She was a loving mother, and all her children would agree that she always was there for them with all the love they needed or could ever want. She has a tendency for overprotection, and she occasionally can be a bit smothering. Kabhi and Jawani always had a good relationship, even with the rocky teenage years. She is pregnant again, and expecting in the fall. Jawani was a passive type of parent, usually leaving the rules and discipline up to her husband, Kasam. Kasam, like his wife, holds the journeyman rank in the Weaving craft, and he is fifty-four turns old. Together, he and his wife made most of their children's clothes, saving a purseful of marks on clothing for their six children. Though he has dark hair to match his very tanned skin, his brilliant green eyes have attracted a fair amount of ladies other than Jawani, but he has remained faithful, excluding once after the birth of Kabhi, who is their oldest child. He is more handsome than his wife, and when he was a teenager, he was almost Searched, but he decided to stay on with his weaving. Weaving is Kasam's first, and many say only, love. He is more of a democratic parent, preferring to be diplomatic with his children then lord over them. For instance, when punishing his children, he often gives them a choice between two punishments: "You may clean the dishes for two seven-days, or you may sweep the floors for two seven-days." He doesn't deal very well with babies, and that is where Jawani often gets her work. He would rather work with his children when they become older, about eight or nine turns. Kabhi is the oldest of their six children, and the next oldest is Kabhi's sister, Ko. Ko is now twenty-four, and she has inherited her father's strong face features, but with her mother's light brown eyes. She has her hair cut short, and is much more strong-willed than her oldest sister. She is married, and has a child of her own, Ri. Her husband is a simple holder, named Hay. She decided not to go the traditional family route and stayed out of Weaving, preferring to just raise her family and be a housewife. The third child is Kabhi's brother, named Bariyan. He is twenty-three, and is at the Southern Weaver Hall. He doesn't look anything like his parents, since his hair is light blonde and his eyes are very dark brown. At first, Kasam was suspicious of his wife, but she promised that she, unlike he, had never waivered in her love for her husband. Gham is Kabhi's next brother, and he is fifteen turns old. He still lives at home, of course, with his parents, but he is rebelling against their authority, like any adolescent. He refuses to go to the Weaver Hall, and instead, spends much of his time tuning and playing gitar. He has his mother's light hair and his father's piercing green eyes, and is becoming very handsome. Tujh is nine turns old and is very vivacious and precocious. She is constantly questioning things and is very intelligent, and her eyes, inherited from her father, often appear to be her marker for that intelligence. Her light, almost blonde hair, curls around her heart-shaped face. She will grow to be a very beautiful, light hearted young woman. Bol is Kabhi's youngest sibling (until Autumn). He is only two turns old, and he does not have all of his mental faculties. He is what the cruel would call "dimwitted," and if the Pernese healers on Pern had what Terran doctors have, they'd know he was mentally retarded. He can be very hyperactive, but if one looks in his eyes, they know he's not all there. He has light-blue eyes, symbols of his near-blindness, and his hair is very dark. He has not yet begun to talk, but his parents hope that he will learn to speak a bit in time. Pets: None. Her family has several, but she decided to leave them all when she was Searched. Appearance: Kabhi has dark colored hair, and has inherited her father's green eyes, though not so brilliant. They have flecks of brown in them, and there is a shape in the irises like tiny pools. They usually shine, and are very big. She has a high forehead, and a long nose that flares at the end widely. Her lips are small, and rarely do they part in smile, and her face is long, and as a child, she was called, "Runnerface." Her eyebrows are a little too thick, and her ears a little too big, but overall, she is the best mix of her mother and father than any of her brothers and sisters. Her neck is of average length, and she has a very medium build, muscular enough to take care of a dragon, but thin enough to be womanly and feminine. She keeps her shiny chocolate locks shoulderlength, a bit long to shove into a helmet, but she is not yet past the age where she'll be comfortable at the expense of beauty. She puts a kohl-like make-up around her eyes, but that is the only makeup she wears. Her everyday clothes are a lot like her gather clothes in color, though not in texture and practicality. She likes to wear to red, and it brings out her eyes and medium tan. Her pants are always black, as are her boots, and her everyday tunics are belted with a black belt. She doesn't like her arms, and as a result, she usually wears long, though thin-clothed, sleeves. They are flowing and loose though, so she doesn't get too hot. She works hard to keep her boots clean and shined, and she likes clean clothes. Her Gather finery consists of a flowy red dress that reaches either right below her knees or ot her ankles (she has two, formality depending on the occasion). They are both cut A-line and have tight bodices. She has black, open-toed sandals for more formal occasions, and light brown sandals for less formal, yet still dressy occasions. Kabhi likes to be well-dressed, and this comes from being raised by two weavers. Her mother and father have made all of her clothes. Sometimes she visits them to get more clothes as well as talk. Personality: Kabhi is not very headstrong or talkative. She prefers to spend time alone, and is not very easily-trusting. She is a good friend once she gets to that level, and you'll never meet anyone more loyal. She is highly afraid of being though of as naive, and so she tends to shy away from relationships unconsciously. She doesn't want anyone to hurt her. Mostly, she is a lonely girl that needs help to bring her out of her shell. She learned how to operate a loom from her parents, but she's not very good at it. Kabhi is the average person: good at a few things, but not great at anything. She can sing okay, and she plays a crude set of pipes. She mostly likes to watch people do things. History: Kabhi comes from Fotus Hold. She was raised to do as she was told and not to question orders. Her mother and father taught her loom, and she of course took her lessons from the Hold's harper, Fermon. When she showed an interest in pipes, the harper fashioned her a set, and taught her to play. She was Searched while she was playing, and never finished learning. Kabhi is different from when she was a child. As a child, she was a bit more talkative and outgoing. As her mother had more children and therefore less time for Kabhi, she began to grow silent and more distant. Over time, she learned to self-heal when she had a problem instead of bringing it to those in charge. Kabhi was with Fermon when the dragons touched down at Fotus for Search. The harper pushed her outside, telling her that it would be a great thing for her to be Searched and maybe Impress a dragon instead of wasting away at the Hold. She hurried to stand in front of the emerald dragon and was immediately in awe of the lovely creature. The dragon lowered its mighty head at the girl and sniffed curiously, and before she knew it, Kabhi was being told by the male rider to go to her hold and get what few belongings she needed and to come right back, because they were in a hurry. She ran to her hold, breathlessly informed her parents who wished her well, and grabbed her pipes, her clothes, and a gold chain she often wears. She and the rider, along with two other girls and a boy, headed back to the Weyr. She was fourteen when she was Searched. As a candidate, Kabhi aquired a crush on a boy a bit older than she. He was seventeen and she was fourteen, but he didn't know she existed. Kabhi never told the boy, and he later Impressed a brown dragon, and the two didn't really have time to talk after that, so she just let it go. However, she still wishes that she would have approached him to make friends with him at least. One day, she awoke to dragon hums in the early morning. The candidate master ran through the bunkrooms, calling for the children to arise and don their white robes and sandals. Kabhi was first out of bed and out the door, still struggling into the uncomfortable brown sandals which were not her own. She hurried out into the Bowl and into the Hatching Grounds, where the senior queen was crooning over her eggs. Kabhi had not Impressed yet in the four years she had lived at Lateo, and did not expect to today. Her surprise exploded like a grass hut on fire as the almost blue-sized green ambled towards her in the first half of the Hatching. Hello, Kabhi. I have longed for you forever, she said. Kabhi dropped to her knees, ignoring the shooting pain that originated from the hot sands. "You're hungry!" she exclaimed, knowing the hunger to also be her own now. "Wait, but what are you called?" she asked frantically. She began to worry irrationally that maybe the green she so admired wasn't for her. I am Alth, and I am 'hungry,' the green replied, inserting her warm assurance to the new rider. They left the sands and ate a meal like so many new weyrlings before them. Dragon InformationName: Alth Color: Green Age: 10 Description: Large for a green, light, almost mint-green, her hide is somewhat cloudy. She gives an almost opalescent look. Her claws, wingbones, ridges, and other bone-flesh areas are a lot darker, giving her a speckled look from a distance. They are dark green, almost black Personality: Alth is an almost shy green, a rarity among the color. She follows after her rider in preference of no company to any, and the few times she is open to others is during Flight. Unlike her rider, however, she has a flair for the dramatic. History: The small green nose pushed its way out of the hard egg shells and the rest soon followed. She spread her wings and almost fell over, unused to the new movement. After that, she squabbled her way to a crowd of white things and felt for a presence like her own. Finding such presence in a white blob with something drak on top, she shook the rest of the residue and fluid from her eyes and stumbled to her chosen rider. Hello, Kabhi, she said. I have longed for you forever. The girl fell, it seemed, and Alth pushed on her elbow to steady her. After an exchange of names and words, Alth finally guided her new rider to the place that would satiate her hunger--the Weyrling table. As weyrlings, Alth and Kabhi didn't excel or fail. They worked hard through the training and graduated knowing everything they would need to. They had a lot of fun together learning to fly, where they fell out of the air a lot. Learning how to go between was highly more successful for them, and they were the first to get to the exact point they needed to be at. Now they have been together for ten turns, and Kabhi knows that Alth is the only company she's ever needed. Maybe someday soon, a rider will come along to change her mind... ((*grins* This'll be fun. I hope it doesn't seem like she's no fun to play with...tell me if it seems that way, eh?)) Clutch: Gold Shimeanth and Bronze Azmoveth ~~~
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Post by Memorie on Feb 14, 2006 22:53:46 GMT -5
Lateo Weyr T'den, Wingrider of Green Agoth Kabhi, Wingrider of Green Alth Shereae, Gold Candidate Milaka, candidate
Sodalis Weyr[/b] None yet
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Post by Memorie on Jun 28, 2006 14:19:08 GMT -5
Shereae shivered as his ministrations caused her chest to become perkier and she smiled when his hand pulled her closer to him. She wrapped a lock of his hair around her fingertip and pulled a little, not to hurt him, but just cause sensation. Soon, her hand was teasing the back of his head, running through his wet hair carefully.
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Post by Memorie on Jun 28, 2006 14:05:08 GMT -5
He pulled her tank over her head and she sat forward, to allow smooth and quick movement. She wrapped her arms around his neck, though she still supported her body with her lower back.
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Post by Memorie on Jun 28, 2006 13:56:49 GMT -5
"This is what I wanted from that first morning we woke up next to each other," she said, voice low. She kissed his neck, from right underneathe his chin to his collarbone.
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Post by Memorie on Jun 28, 2006 4:21:09 GMT -5
Shereae's lips parted for his tongue in the fashion that had become habit to the young woman. His hands ran down to her behind, and she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him back with much ardor, she growled and took in his scent, mixed of ocean scents, the familiar dragon spice, and his personal sweetsand mix.
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Post by Memorie on Jun 28, 2006 3:33:01 GMT -5
"It does," she replied, grinning. She rose out of the water and went to the blanket. The hot sun dried her skin quickly, and maybe the clothes would be off soon enough that it wouldn't matter.
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