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Post by Sayu on Nov 26, 2011 16:16:04 GMT -8
.:Weyrling Miniri:.  "I'm just a Kentucky farm girl livin' in an alternate universe with dragons...and I'm bonded to one. Nothing wrong there, right?"Pb: Jennifer Lawrence Name: Miniri Niri
Honorific: N/A
Age: 16 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Green Weyrling
Wing: Teacher's Shadow
Craft: Beastcraft/Farm Girl from Earth
Rank: Apprentice
Strengths: Herding, anything to do with runnerbeasts
Weaknesses: Detaching herself from an animal instead of thinking of it as a pet ..::Appearance::.. Eye Color: Blue Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde
Height: 5ft 6in
Approximate Weight: 122 pounds
Description:The easiest way to describe Miniri is to say she's not your average pernese girl. With light blonde hair that tumbles around her shoulders in loose waves, and a fair complexion that tans only slightly, she isn't the dark and exotic type Pern has become accustomed to. Sure there have been blondes before, but it's not just the coloring that makes Miniri different. There's the way she holds herself, entirely relaxed and carefree too. The girl isnt used to any worries or cares. The last memories she had before arriving on Pern were filled with romps on the Kentucky blue grass and open skies. Because of this, the sixteen turn old hasnt really gained much in terms of a more mature and serious look to her appearance. Even though she could dress up to look older, somehow she just seems young to those that see her. Most say it's in her eyes; a cloudy hazel blue color that change from grey blue to sky blue constantly depending on her mood. They usually have some sort of miscevious twinkle though as harpers would describe. Her lips, a pale pink, also portray this carelessness in an easy smile that seldom depicts a person that is plotting or trying too hard to seem happy. Basically, with Miniri what you see is what you get. She's never one to wear extremely fancy clothing, a simple pair of pants and a tops will do it. Her hair often is put in a pony-tail despite its look when down too. Miniri takes pride in being clean, but she isn't vain. Most of her time is devoted to Midnath or Epona anyway so how could she even think about taking a moment for herself? ..::Personality::.. Likes:
- Open spaces
- Clear skies
- Thunderstorms
- Runnerbeasts
- Children
Dislikes:
- Smoke/fire, brings up some sort of bad memory *see history*
- Closed spaces
- Crowds/big groups
- Being asked to sing *she can but she hates to be heard*
- Being kept from Epona for too long
Fears:
- Loosing Epona and/or Midnath
- Remembering her past life before Pern
- Betweening
Goals:
- Graduating
- Going another day without blowing up on Tyranith and her rider *see personality/history*
- Impressing a flit
Description:One thing that is certain about Miniri, is that she never is one to turn a darker path. Sure everyone has the capability to mean, but Niri just rather be good. She loves to help people, and she prides herself on being a "champion" of others. This is especially in the case of young children. The weyrling loves kids and often can be seen babysitting or playing games with them. As soon as Midnath grew old enough, she even started persuading the green to give play-rides as well. That's the most constant part of Miniri. She will never harm a child, she will never let one down. The girl is pretty even tempered too. Not much will get her angry enough to yell, but when she does get truly mad, you'll know. The rest of the time, she takes the world in small steps and a bright smile. There's always an optimistic side to be seen, and she always tries to see the good in people as well. Miniri is known to try and find the hardest view point, and will stop at nothing to understand every angle of a situation. She's fair that way, and this is yet another thing that tends to stand out in Miniri. Besides these things, Miniri does have a playful side. She enjoys a good adventure or joke, and she can generally be found in social settings. Unless it's in front of children though, she tends to stay in the more shadowy parts of the group, not liking the spotlight. This is especially while singing. Though the weyrling has a decent enough voice, and can even dance a few commonly known steps, she feels like it's too personal to share. The only ones she ever sings to is Epona and Midnath, and occasionally a child if they are sick or feeling upset. ..::History::.. Family:
- None that she knows of...
Where They Were Born/Where They Were From: Small Town in Kentucky
Where They Are Now: Northern Aurora Weyr
Written History:Miniri didn't start out as Miniri, or as a pernese girl. She was born in a small town in Kentucky, America; the name though, like most of her past memories are gone. Her name though is something that stayed with her, and that was Maya Nearwood. Perhaps and odd name still, but more Earthen than Miniri. She was the only girl in a family or six, the middle child as well. They owned a small horse farm, she grew up carefree under the wide Kentucky sky. Then the fire happened. The girl gets flash-backs every now and again, but other than that she can't remember exactly what happened. She only knows it blazed in the barn, and the horses were running and screaming. Her family was rushing in and out trying to get them, not all survived. The next thing she knew, she was in Pern. The researchers told her that they had found her in a hospital, when she was recovering. They had promised her a new life, and she took the opportunity. The travel however messed with her already fragile memory, and much of the in between time was lost. Little by little even that will come back in dreams or senses of Deja-Vu. She was a candidate for only a little while, not having any skills to help the researchers. She stood for the first engineered clutch though, and she spent a good portion marveling at the dragonets. She almost didn't see a green come near her until her voice had entered her mind, Maya was so focused on the hatching of the new Queen. Oh come on Mine, like she's all that great! The green lashed her tail, and then giggled in Maya's mind. Shaking her head, the girl looked down at the little dragonet and just stared. Dragon got your tongue Mine? You're lookin' kinda funny like that. Her voice was a song in her head, chimed on little bells with a laughing over tone. Maya felt herself move forward and fall onto her hands and knees. Hehehe, well, at least you know your place as my minion. Maya Nearwood, Midnath's rider...that won't work love. I hearby name you Miniri. Now that has a good ring to it!So, Maya Nearwood became Miniri, and Midnath became her dragon. They grew quickly together, and over time they became an efficient pair. There was one thing though that never did settle well with either of them. She thinks she soooooo perfect! I'll give a taste of my talons and jaws and then we'll see about perfect.Tyranith and Hers often irritated the green, and Miniri soon found her own feelings to be swayed. As they near graduation, the green pair looks forward to having their space away from them....but then again, they'll soon be ruled by The Golden Tyrant. Escape, unfortunately, is not an option. .:Green Midnath:.  "I'm not quite sure what to say about Midnath...sometimes I love her...sometimes though I just wish she'd leave me alone."Name: Midnath
Type: Green Dragon
Age: 2 turns
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Hex Codes: 344937, bfd0c1, 60b553
Size in Feet: 36ft...I was thinking she'd be a bit smaller than average.
Apperance:At about 36 feet, Midnath definitely isn't the biggest green to ever be hatched. Some say its just how she is, some say it has something to do with being genetically engineered. Midnath could care less, she's a bundle of fun in a tiny package! Her proportions are petite as well, her legs being long but very delicate, and her body being like a runnerbeast bred for racing. It often reminds Miniri of the thoroughbreds her family used to breed. Her wings are large, but not overly so, and are shaped like a falcon's would be. This means they are slim, angled, and made for speed and quick turns. Her hide is a mixture of shadowy greens and lighter moss green. They weave around her body as if at war with each other, but on most of the darker green, she has lines of a bright neon hue. It shows up in any lighting, even night time. Though it doesn't exactly glow in the dark, the color does give off that impression whenever it hits any sort of light. Personality:Midnath is a kid. She loves to play, and usually it has nothing to do with being nice. She's the exact opposite of Miniri in many ways. She's conniving, devious, manipulative...and yet amazingly has a heart. She cares about what she chooses to care about, anything else though is simply seen as a tool. She's the real Queen here, everyone just can't see it because she's chosen to disguise herself as a green! Yep, that's right...Midnath has one bad Napoleon complex. It's at least given Miniri confidence though...as well as a good handful of headaches. The green loves to argue as well, so don't even try unless you want her annoying you for the rest of your life. Midnath doesn't take too well to loosing either, so watch out for that too. She will get even...she usually doesn't know how, but she will. She's the kind to play mind-games too instead of physically trying to get back at someone. Really, in short, she's a little imp of a dragoness. She loves causing trouble, and she always has her own motives. Naturally, that she would never tell anyone. .:Pets:.  "I had to save her, there was no way I'd just leave her there to die."Name: Epona
Type: Runnerbeast foal
Age: 6 months
Color: Tan and White
Gender: Female
Hex Codes:
Size in Feet/Inches:....She'll be the size of a Quarter horse so about 16x16 hands *Looked up on google*
Apperance:Small now, Epona is expected to grow to be the size of a Quarter horse. She has long legs and a finely dished head. Her coat is a milky sort of tan/beige, and it darkens at her extremities before switching to a creamy vanilla color. The same off white hue is found on her mane and tail, as well as on her forehead. Personality:She's loyal, she's sweet, she's always there when Miniri needs her. Found at a gather where the owner was found to be mistreating his runners, Miniri alerted the Master Beastcrafter who had been visiting, and soon found herself the owner of a runnerbeast foal. Despite Epona having her tendencies to occasionally rebel during training, she normally is level headed. ..::Envy Green::.. Bonded To: Miniri
Type: flitter
Age: Hatchling
Color: Green (Rank Breaker Gene. She ranks as a Gold)
Gender: Female
Hex Codes:
005826, c4df9b, and 00ff00
Size in Feet/Inches: three and a half feet at full growth
Personality:Shy, sweet, loving, kind, dependent, knows she is ranked as a queen but doesn't understand. She rather be a regular green. Will likely not like Midnath much. Very protective of Miniri, becomes jealous easily .:Relationships:. | Name | Description | | Amaelia | Oddly enough, Miniri is both friendly and not friendly to the goldrider. She's been around her enough to know that it's not always her fault that Tyranith acts so badly. However, because of Midnath's extreme dislike for the Gold, Miniri can't help but be swayed a bit too. | | --- | --- | | --- | --- |
| Name | Description | | Amaelia | Oddly enough, Miniri is both friendly and not friendly to the goldrider. She's been around her enough to know that it's not always her fault that Tyranith acts so badly. However, because of Midnath's extreme dislike for the Gold, Miniri can't help but be swayed a bit too. | | Tyranith | Midnath hates her, absolutely HATES Tyranith. She's arrogant, piggish, and entirely someone that Midnath should not have to listen to. Yes, in other words Midnath hates her because Tyranith is like her, and her hide is what she wishes she could have. | | --- | --- |
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Post by Sayu on Nov 26, 2011 16:18:41 GMT -8
.:Weyrling Rikula:.  "I am nobody's pet!"PB:Anna Popplewell Name: Rikula *Riku*
Honorific: R'iku
Age: 19 turns, Winter
Rank:Dual, mainly for Dragons
Craft: Hunter/Guard at a small village
Rank: Just out of training...so Journeyman?
Strengths: Bow and arrow, long distance battle, strategy, fast/agile
Weaknesses: Hand-to-hand, strength isn't as good ..::Appearance::.. Eye Color: Green eyes
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5ft 6in
Approximate Weight: 115 pounds
Description:At about 5ft 6in, Riku isn't exactly short. However, she is not tall either, though she may seem like it. Her stance is very open and she holds herself proudly, but it is not because of vanity. No, in fact Riku could care less about her appearance. Throw back her almost waist-length hair into a pony-tail or braid, even if it's dirty, and have clothes on her that don't smell awefull and she'll be fine. Her outfits can be, and often are, thread-worn and patched up with perhaps a smudge or two on them, but she could care less. As long as it keeps her comfortable, it is suitable. The reason why she seems tall and confident, is because she is. She holds herself with pride, not in looks but in self, and that can make all the difference when bartering in the Holds and Weyr. Some might say Riku is a pretty young woman, and truth be told, she actually isn't half bad. She has delicate pink lips that curve slightly at one side in a smirk. Her complexion is the kind that will glow a pale moonlight hue in certain lighting, yet show a golden kiss when in others. Riku's body structure amazingly isn't that of a twig's, though she is small. Instead, she has muscle and curves to her, and has a hourglass shape that often is accented by her clothes. Which, speaking of often are either tunics with earth toned pants, or occasionally a tough material made dress with a corset-like structure on either kind of top to keep her stance proper. No, by proper she would never mean as in the kind Hold girls try to have. Instead, it is to help during archery practice by keeping her straight and steady. The leather also helps to protect her middle section from any sort of danger she may come across. Her hands are slender and feminine, but are quick and nimble at work. She can string a bow and pluck it with the ease of a Harper strumming his instrument. The only difference is, she uses hers to kill and defend instead of entertain. That is another thing, unless made to, and even then, Rikula will have a small dagger hidden in her boot. She wears brown leather riding boots that go up to just above the ankle, and she takes very good care of them, almost as much as with her bow. Her bow, yes her appearance can't be described without this essential piece. It is a part of her like any other appendage. The bow is made out of a dark wood, glossed over and sanded to form a curved edge that is strung with the best she can buy. The handle portion is wrapped in leather as well, and Riku has carved a few decorative markings into it that look like vines. The quiver matches this, and holds arrows that are tipped with wherry feathers that have been died red usually, otherwise they are left alone. General appearance by itself cannot completely describe Riku though. No, there are smaller details that one must look further into to really understand what makes her her. The lips, as stated, curve slightly into a knowing smirk. Her green eyes, a hazel mix of gray and forest leaves, are playful and yet serious all at once. However, one side normally shows more than the other, and if you look hard enough they will flick from one to the other depending on her mood and who she's talking to. Besides facial features like these, Riku often is always tense, so much so that she gets headaches from the tension in her shoulders and neck. She will never be found to completely relax, because her training never allowed her to. The young woman is always looking for exits, she is always looking for opponents, she is always making strategies. It's just too hard a habit to break. ..::Personality::.. Likes:
- The Dark
- Being Outdoors/Free/Open spaces
- Competing
- Showing up men
- Training animals/herself
Dislikes:
- Being closed in
- Being stopped/restrained
- People who destroy others to gain something
- Politics
- Heat/Stifling places or conditions
Fears:
- Being unable to move
- Not being in control
- Loosing her little brother
Goals:
- To show just how strong women can be
- Impressing *for her brother's benefit/pleasure*
- Choosing her own weyrmate instead of being married off
Description:One might expect by simply looking at her that Rikula is a stone in terms of personality; and for the most part, they'd be correct. She doesn't allow herself to trust others easily, because trust often can lead to betrayal. The last thing she would want is to be betrayed, or to be used. Because of this, she goes around the world with a steely gaze and stoic sort of serenity. Nothing seems to phase her, you could be bleeding and she'd sooner make a sarcastic remark while bandaging you up than feint at the sight. That is one thing that most people quickly figure out about Riku. She may seem serene when she is simply sitting there, perhaps even gentle if she's looking at her younger brother. However, the moment her voice hits, the normally sarcastic remark proves that she's as sharp as one of her arrows or knives. Riku pays attention, she watches, and she learns. Then, she uses what she's gathered to cut any opponents down to their "proper" size. Long ago the young woman decided no one would ever take control of her, and so far she has ensured that. It is a fight everyday though to keep her brother and she out of their Uncle's hands though. It's probably why she doesn't trust anyone. Rikula can't afford to. Since they're almost always on the run from her Uncle, she never knows who might be looking for them. She's witty because of it, and uses her, what the newcomers call "street-smarts" to gain the upper hand whenever possible. However, Rikula has some bad points naturally to her because of this intelligence and almost readily deceptive nature. She can't stand letting a challenge go, and it will eat at her for days afterwards if she does. Because of this, she will often go after anyone who does challenge her with a vengeance, and gladly laugh in their face when she's proven them wrong. In the chance that she looses the challenge, she always has an escape plan in case there is a price to pay; and if there isn't, she often will nurse her hurt pride for a few days or longer. The only thing that she seems to care about, because Rikula certainly isn't all that concerned for her own safety, is her little brother. He is something to be protected and cared for at all times, and he comes first no matter what to her. She could want something with everything she has, and yet she will give up everything to make him happy instead. It's the only person she will do this for though. A tie like that to anyone else is too dangerous, and too claustrophobic for Riku to handle. She can't stand getting close to someone not just because of trust issues, but because she doesn't know how to let someone in. It's almost painful in a way to be physically close to someone. Her body starts to tense even more, she'll start to get a headache because of the stress, and she'll start getting incredibly antsy. Before you know it, Riku will be up and running to some far corner of the room, clinging to anything she finds centering for her. Often, when she is feeling like this she will hold her little brother close to her. Even though Riku isn't a people person necessarily, and she can be stone-like and untrusting, there is a strange phenomenon that the rare person will see. Riku, though she normally gets just as antsy around them, occasionally will have a soft spot for young children. Especially babies. This also bleeds over into caring and training animals. There's a tenderness that never is seen with anyone else but her younger brother there, and it is something she hides with great care. Besides this, the other strange thing, is even though she hates to be around groups, particularly when any sort of political function is involved, she can step up to be a leader when needed. She doesn't like it, in fact Riku detests it, but she will do it. If there is a leader needed, she will rise up. This is simply because she can't stand chaos, it's too insane, and horrible things happen because of it. Riku will say she will fight against impressing a high ranking color, or stepping into that position even if she impresses a simply green like the current Weyrwoman. However, she knows deep down if the call is there, she will answer. She can't allow herself to stand at the sidelines and watch her world crumble...not when her brother and her are living in it. ..::History::.. Family:
- Father/Mother-deceased
Uncle-Rikolu
Cousins-Jeralu, Rira, Jeko
Little Brother-Kikunae
Where They Were Born/Where They Were From: Woods area around Northern Aurora and the nearby Holds.
Where They Are Now: Northern Aurora Weyr
Written History:To explain Kikunae and Rikula's history, you have to understand their background. Their mother was a simple farm girl living at a nearby village. Not a hold or any such grand place, just a simple village. Their father was the village leader's oldest son. They weren't meant to be married to each other, and tradition in the village stated that their father should have married someone that his parents matched him to. However, Riku's mother and father fell in love anyway, and her grandparents decided that they couldn't tear them apart. Riku's Uncle, who was also fond of her mother, did not like this at all. The younger son of the Village leader couldn't do anything about it though, and watched in fury as his older brother took the woman he wanted and had a family with her. The man was devious, and he took turns to plot his revenge. The entire time Rikula and her brother were growing up though, things were seemingly peaceful. Rikula took after her mother more and often would go out hunting with her, and grew up hating the idea of being a pretty little treasure. It was the last thing she wanted, and even today she refuses to say that she could have been the equal of a Hold Lady's daughter. She learned to fight instead, and took to training with the village guards. When she was 15 turns, her Uncle finally set his plans into motion. He sent paid men to kill her father while out on a run to the nearby Weyr, and even though they made it seem like an accident, the family knew. Their mother, in grief, took her own life. Though Riku wouldn't look deep within herself enough to understand, this is the start of her distrust for everyone but her younger brother. When her Uncle came to her, saying that he had arranged a marriage between her and a son of a nearby village, Riku stabbed him and ran with Kikunae. For the next 4 turns, they moved from place to place in an attempt to stay out of their Uncle's reach. Often, their three cousins would help them, only to spite each other by ratting the other sisters out. After a couple of turns of this, Rikula severed any and all connection with them. It was on her 19th turn that she and Kikunae stopped close to Northern Aurora Weyr. A bluerider had found them on a search at the nearest Hold, and were returning when the blue asked to land. Riku was prepared for a fight, but the rider ensured her that the dragon was only curious. She doesn't trust you Mine. However, she should. That boy and she would make good additions to the Weyr's candidates. She could be the next Goldrider. Riku, who had heard the blue because he had spoken to them all, shook her head and refused to come. "I'm no Weyrwoman you overgrown firelizard! You're insane...a green perhaps, but they're useful and actually work. Stupid Queens just sit around and wait for the next flight. They're nothing but tools for the Bronzes to use."Come then, we will see who is right.After some persuasion from Kikunae and the bluerider, Rikula finally agreed and they got onto the dragon's neck, blinking into the cold of between before she could even think of changing her mind. After some persuasion from Kikunae and the bluerider, Rikula finally agreed and they got onto the dragon's neck, blinking into the cold of between before she could even think of changing her mind. Once at the Weyr, Rikula hid herself away for the most part unlike her brother who went out and thrived in weyrlife. No, it was easier for Riku to just disappear. However, she couldn't hide from everything. When the touching came around and Kikunae dared her to touch the Gold egg, she found that she had an instant need to check on it. Never once did she stop thinking about the egg after that, and the girl found herself needing to stop by to check on the clutch via the stands frequently in her day. Her only escape was when she went out to the woods to practice with her bow and arrows. Even then, she found that she was not entirely alone. On one of her outings, another candidate found her and amazingly they got along fairly well. When the hatching came around and Rikula almost was mauled by a wicked green, Oswin was the one that stepped in front of her to take the beating instead. The boy ended up impressing the bronze of the clutch after that, and Rikula was left to wait out the rest of the hatching. It wasn't until the end that her egg hatched. It was the same one that she had felt so strongly about at the touching, and true to form a Queenlet hatched from the golden shell. .:Gold Majoriith:.  "I can't put my feelings for her in words, it's just not possible. She's everything to me, and is the only reason why I put up with all of it."
..::The Climax of Our Story Egg::..
..::Impresses to: Rikula::..
Name: Majoriith
Type: Dragon
Age: Hatchling
Color: Gold
Gender: Female
Hex Codes:
b8ac38, e3dd7e, b07e0a, 898230, 977b16, and eeef7b
Size in Feet: 82 feet
Apperance:Primarily a rather fade bronze-gold with lighter yellow-gold and an orange gold color with flecks of green gold on her wings, Majoriith actually has a very calming affect for those who look at her. Her face marking is a bit interesting and somewhat like a mask, which she often wishes she can wear. She is a rather blocky and solidly built gold, though her limbs are long and graceful. Her wings are long, but look rather dainty as the bones are thin, well formed, and light. She has a lot of muscle and strength packed into her body which will give her great stamina in flight. Personality:Majoriith doesn't have the typical authority of a queen. she lets herself be pushed around by others. She will need to learn from Rikula if she is ever to be a real queen. She is so sweet and motherly and wants to take care of everyone. However, she will stretch herself thin in doing so. Majoriith is timid, very very timid. Except in one case. When it comes to protecting her Weyr, her bonded, and those she loves. She loves to play and have fun, but being quiet and dignified is going to be a problem for her. She would much rather be able to run around and play and go outside of the Weyr and explore. She adores flitters and enjoys watching their antics. She desires to be brave and daring and to be a true warrior queen... and she will attempt, though she most often fails as it is not in her nature. .:Relationships:. |
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Post by Sayu on Nov 26, 2011 16:19:08 GMT -8
.:Weyrling Kikunae:.  "I just want to grow up already, it sucks being the little kid."PB: Quinn Lord Name: K'nae (k-neigh)
Pre-impression name: Kikunae (Key-coo-neigh)
Age: 13 turns, just turned
Gender: male
Rank: Weyrling of Green Moriith
Craft: Healer *Like a trader kind of healer, so not very professional*
Rank: Apprentice
Strengths: Soothing, Understands generally without words, Good with children especially
Weaknesses:Major surgeries and procedures ..::Apperance::.. Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5ft 2in
Approximate Weight: 110 pounds
Description:Unlike his sister, Kikunae is petite, small and twiggy. He seems to have no body fat on him, and not much hard muscle either. However, Rikula always assures him that it'll come in time since he's still growing. At only 5ft 2in, this seems to be true for now. Like his sister though, the boy has dark chestnut colored hair that seems rough in texture like a runnerbeast's mane, yet is as soft as kitten fur. Often people can find his older sibling running her hand through it affectionately. His eyes are like Riku's in that they know a certain hardness, but while hers are all about distrust, Kikunae's show a great wisdom to many that see them. They're the eyes found on an old man who has done much in his life, not that of a child's. Yet, a child Kikunae is. His face has the structure to be chiseled and perhaps quite handsome when he's older, but for now the baby roundness still clings to his jasmine making him seem only 11 or even 10 instead of his newly turned 13. Even though the look of his eyes has been mentioned to be similar, the actual color is only slightly so. Kikunae has stormy gray eyes, which Rikula has in flecks, but they do not have any green let alone are filled with it mostly. No, to look at Kikunae's eyes is to see a storm brewing. Which contrasts greatly with his fair complexion and dark hair. He seems the brooding type really to most because of this, and he actually is for the most part. As you'll find in his personality, it's just internal. Besides his face and body structure, Kikunae also has something else that is of major value in describing. His voice. Clear, and sweet is how Riku describes it. It is filled with everything innocent and childish, and everyone knows how often those voices are heard. Sarcasm aside, it's the kind of voice that is appreciated in you boys that are training to be harpers. Too bad that Kikunae chose the way of a healer the. It's not even major healing, but more of a medicinal kind and he often uses his hands to relax his patients. *Massage, herbs, etc is his medium.* His voice helps generally in his work as well, as it has been said to be calming on the people he is working on. His fingers are nimble from his time not only training with throwing knives with his sister, but also with preparing herbal mixtures. Kikunae also always has a small satchel on him about the size of his fist, made out of a reddish leather. It holds herbs that could needed on a daily basis for things like upset stomachs or abrasions. ..::Personality::.. Likes:
- Water, not too deep though like the ocean or a large lake
- Quiet places/people
- Being out in nature
- Having something around him *open fields for instance will make him skittish*
- Soft things like pillows
Dislikes:
- Open spaces
- Bullies who refuse to give a reason
- People who are stubborn
- Being so protected by his sister *but this is internal*
- Wherries...he just doesn't like them
Fears:
- Loosing his sister
- Being on his own
- Not impressing
Goals:
- To impress
- To get his sister to give him a bit more room, not too much though
- To just be happy and free
Description:Kikunae is a boy full of happy feelings and innocence. He will never look on the pessimistic side of life, and always strives to see the best in everyone he meets. Even the weyrbrat bullies he's met only receive pity from him instead of hate. The fact is, Kikunae is incredibly empathetic and gentle with others. It helps in his studies to become a healer especially, and often shows in his day to day life. He's a selfless person as well. Kikunae would do anything to make someone better, even if it might mean harming himself. this is mostly seen with his sister Rikula. The healer also hates the dark and thunder storms, though simple rain showers he enjoys. He's downright terrified of thunder though. Large noises like that spook him as easily as a young runnerbeast, and they are often avoided when possible. He prefers the sunlight and the outdoors where he isn't confined to one space for too long. Another thing he hates is to raise his voice. The act of yelling or trying to put himself over others is something he is uncomfortable with. The only exception to this is when he's working and someone is in danger. Then his need to help overpowers his fears and discomfort. In addition to all this, Kikunae is also very curious. He loves new information, and will often be found sneaking into the records room whenever he can. The youngster listens avidly to the Harper's tales as well, memorizing each and every line and stanza to the last word. Memorization seems to be something he's good at, and if one asked Kikunae if he was more of a strategist or a warrior, it would be the former that he would want. This is partially because his whole life Rikula has always been there to protect him. Instead of taking after their mother and learning the ways of the hunt and going off with his sister to watch the guards train, Kikunae wanted to become a healer. The boy is too frightened of being the center of attention to actually do any major acts with the training, but he is quite good at simple remedies. Because of this, his parents didn't make him go to a hall when he first showed interest, and instead brought in a nearby trader caravan and asked their healer to stay in the village and teach him. He was a determined student, and that determination shows itself in anything really. His sister might be the one that acts on it, but Kikunae is the stubbornness behind any of their decisions. Additionally, the young boy often tries to be the "man of the family." Without a father, he feels like he should take care of his sister, more so now that he is growing older. Rikula however has different plans, and this will occasionally cause the siblings to fight over who is in charge. Generally Rikula ends up winning, but gives in eventually to her younger brother. The one thing that is a bit odd, though not much since Kikunae is still a kid, is that he gets himself into trouble....a lot. His curiosity mixed with his constant need to be challenged by something new often times has him playing pranks on other candidates or getting his nose into places it doesn't belong. ..::History::.. Family:
- Father- deceased
- Mother- deceased
- Uncle- Rikolu
- Cousins- Jeralu, Rira, Jeko
- Older Sister- Rikula
Where They Were Born/Where They Were From: Area around Northern Aurora Weyr and its Holds
Where They Are Now: Northern Aurora Weyr
Written History:To explain Kikunae and Rikula's history, you have to understand their background. Their mother was a simple farm girl living at a nearby village. Not a hold or any such grand place, just a simple village. Their father was the village leader's oldest son. They weren't meant to be married to each other, and tradition in the village stated that their father should have married someone that his parents matched him to. However, Kikunae's mother and father fell in love anyway, and her grandparents decided that they couldn't tear them apart. Kikunae's Uncle, who was also fond of her mother, did not like this at all. The younger son of the Village leader couldn't do anything about it though, and watched in fury as his older brother took the woman he wanted and had a family with her. The man was devious, and he took turns to plot his revenge. The entire time Kikunae and his sister were growing up though, things were seemingly peaceful. Kikunae took after his father more and often would follow him around when he went on business in the village. When the boy took to healing, a trader healer was brought in to help teach him even. As Rikula learned to fight, Kikunae was dragged along for a few lessons though. By the time he was 9, his Uncle finally set his plans into motion. He sent paid men to kill her father while out on a run to the nearby Weyr, and even though they made it seem like an accident, the family knew. Their mother, in grief, took her own life. When his Uncle came to Rikula, saying that he had arranged a marriage between her and a son of a nearby village, Riku stabbed him and ran with Kikunae. For the next 4 turns, they moved from place to place in an attempt to stay out of their Uncle's reach. Often, their three cousins would help them, only to spite each other by ratting the other sisters out. After a couple of turns of this, Kikunae and his sister severed any and all connection with them. It was on his 13th turn that Kikunae and his sister stopped close to Northern Aurora Weyr. A bluerider had found them on a search at the nearest Hold, and were returning when the blue asked to land. Riku was prepared for a fight, but the rider ensured her that the dragon was only curious. Together, the blue, his rider, and Kikunae persuaded Rikula into letting the two siblings go to the nearby Weyr. There, they were to stand for the clutches, and find safety...they hope. When the arrived at the Weyr and finally got to the egg touching, Kikunae instantly bonded to one particular egg. Once the hatching came around, he found that the green dragonet inside his egg was the one he was meant for. Oh! Oh! K'naeMine! Did you see my terrible sister!? She chased me and hissed at me and... and... Oh why doesn't she like me? Am I really so bad...? Why was I exiled from my siblings...? It was so SCARY..:Green Moriith:.  "I always knew from the moment I met her egg that we'd be together."..::Green Moriith::..
..::Our Fear Is Very Real Green::..
..::Impresses to: Kikunae (K'nae)::.. Name: Moriith
Type: Dragon
Age: Hatchling
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Hex Codes:
152408, 61a524, and 78ff00
Size in Feet: 48 feet
Apperance:A great green with a lot of stamina, Moriith is a wonderfully built female of beautiful colors. She has some brindling and speckling patterns to the changes in her hide. She is relatively small all things considered. Personality:She often becomes lonely or even afraid. She can't stand to be alone and she certainly can't stand to see anyone hurt. She is easily hurt and easily embarrassed. She needs someone to look after her and she knows it. .:Relationships:. |
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Post by Sayu on Nov 29, 2011 15:44:20 GMT -8
.:Wher Handler Firwen:.  "I just want to be me.....but who is that?"PB: Alexi Le Trash Name: Firwen *Fear-when*
Honorific: N/A
Age: 23 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Green Handler
Wing: ?
Craft: Harper
Rank: Journeyman
Strengths: Dancing and singing, playing the violin. Is able to speak easily and fluently.
Weaknesses: Can't draw worth anything. ..::Apperance::.. Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Reddish Auburn
Height: 5ft 2in
Approximate Weight: 120 pounds
Description:With dark, auburn hair and bright blue eyes, Firwen isn't the kind of person one would normally think blends into a crowd. However, somehow she does. Part of it is, despite her pale skin that never seems to tan contrasting so much with her darker looks, she's relatively small. At only 5ft 2in, Firwen isn't the shorted girl in the world, but she certainly isn't among the tallest either. Besides that, she tends to hunch over a bit, holding her arms around herself or pushing her hands into her pockets. Its a habit she's shifted into over time, and something she knows she should fix...and yet refuses to. Her eyes are a bright, sky blue hue that have little flecks of a grayish green around the middle. They're probably one of the most easily seen features on her, and are lined with thick lashes. Her face itself is a heart-shaped structure made up of high cheek bones and arching eye brows. Her eyes themselves are large, almond shaped things as well. Her nose is not tiny, but is proud and is without many freckles. Though, a dash of small one are just along the bridge, it's just hard to see them unless you're right in front of her. Her hair is a dark auburn color, and is fairly long reaching the middle of her back, and has been cut in a layered look so that its thickness can be tolerated more easily. In terms of her body shape, Firwen is thin, but she's not a twig. In fact, she has some curves to her, especially around her hips. Her legs are long despite her shorter height, and her torso is what keeps her from a more average range. The girl prefers to wear clothes that are simplistic in design. She doesn't go for flashy outfits or colors, and she'd be just as happy in a pair of working pants and a simple tunic as in a dress. That's partially because Firwen is a dancer. She's used to wearing different sorts of clothes for her performances, and these outfits are the only ones she will ever let herself "stand out" in. Distinguishing Features: Her hair and eyes mixed with her pale skin tone is probably the most distinguishing thing about Firwen. However, she also has other little tidbits that make her unique. She has a habit of mimicking dance steps without actually going anywhere, which generally looks like someone trying to skip or twirl while standing in one spot. She also often tilts her head to one side whenever she's thinking, and likes to perch on objects instead of simply sitting. For instance, if asked to sit down in a chair, she'd sooner perch on the edge of the arm, before actually sitting in the seat. There is one thing that most people don't get to see though. She has a scar from her right hip, diagonally going upwards for about a good three inches. It was received during her younger years when a village boy she grew up with pushed her into a stream, Firwen landing on a sharp rock, after she said she liked him. ..::Personality::.. Likes:
- Dancing
- Taking Long Walks
- Riding runners
- Being with Firsk
- Listening to Harpers play music
Dislikes:
- Pillows
- Locks
- Loud Noises
- Closed spaces
- Too open of a space
Fears:
- Getting too close to someone
- Needing someone *realizing that she does*
- Loosing Firsk
Goals:
- Try and talk once to a person a day at least
- Stay away from all Pillows
- Buy a Flit egg
Description:Firwen is scared, she's shy, she's uncertain of herself. She never seems to be the person she is when she's dancing either. Normal Firwen is someone who takes baby steps, someone who over analyses everything. She's terrified of making a wrong move, of upsetting someone. This often leads to her being in the back of a room with little to no friends. She's gotten used to it though. She naturally just isn't the kind of person who wants to put herself out there, so the idea of doing so to get to know someone...you guessed it, terrifies her. Amazingly though, the Dancing Firwen is entirely different. As a dancer, Firwen feels she can become someone else. The funny thing is, she doesn't quite understand she could do that at any time. The moment the make-up and dancing outfits come on though, she's no longer Firwen the girl who is scared of her own shadow and can't say a single thing without mumbling or stuttering. She's Firwen, the girl that is exotic, and outgoing, and mysterious. Or so she likes to believe. She's caring though, even if Firwen won't come to someone else and start a conversation normally, if she sees someone terribly upset she can't help but try and make them feel better. Or at least to see what is the matter. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve during these times, and often will pull away the moment she deems the person to be okay on their own. After that, she's cold almost in the way she acts toward them. No more talking, no more laughs, she just is distant and aloof. Another thing about her is she hates to make a decision, especially for someone else. She will sneak out the backdoor if she has to to get away from this, that's how much she hates it. Firwen has even been known to feign being sick or dizzy so she'd be excused. The whole thing comes down to the fact that she always worries her decision will be the bad one. Or, that if something goes wrong, it would be all her fault. As one would guess by how much she distances herself from others, Firwen is mistrusting to the nth degree. She may go over to see if someone is alright when they're upset, but she will never allow herself to cry on someone else's shoulder. She's too paranoid that someday they'll use it against her somehow. It's also just that after so many years not being able to socialize much, she just doesn't exactly know how to let her guard down. She's always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Here's a funny thing about Firwen by the way. She fears things yes, but the oddest part is they all don't exactly make sense. She doesn't like loud noises or the dark or large crowds, those are normal. Pillows though? Yep, she doesn't like them. She doesn't like locks either, or people who try to sell her things. They're irrational fears, but there they are...and there they will most definitely stay. ..::History::.. Family:
- Fionna-Mother
- Kirwen-Father
Where They Were Born/Where They Were From: Area around NAW
Where They Are Now: Northern Aurora Weyr
Written History:Born into a small gypsy community that traveled around the Weyr, Firwen was the only child to Fionna and Kirwen. They worked mainly as entertainers, her father known for his songs, and her mother a dancer. It's how the two met actually, and they fell in love at a young age. Firwen came soon after, and so the couple became a trio. In the community, Firwen was free in a lot of ways to do as she pleased as long as she followed a few simple rules that went along the lines of, "don't be stupid." She never was though. The girl didn't like going on "adventures" with the other kids, and she would much rather have just stayed put where it was safe. She learned a lot because of that from the various people in the community. However, it was her mother's job that she pursued. Somehow, Firwen felt truly free when she was dancing. She no longer had inhibitions or fears, she just was. There was nothing but the music to guide her. For a few years, the girl even started to come out more little by little and socialize. On her 9th year though, things took a turn for the worse. It was after one of her performances when she followed a young boy only a little bit older than she into the woods. They talked, being somewhat friends. Then, Firwen did a stupid thing. She told him that she liked him. The boy didn't take it well and proclaimed that the idea was gross, pushing her backward. She fell that night and hit her back against a sharp rock in the river. When she woke up, she had a wound from her right hip up diagonally for a few inches. Firwen never trusted anyone again. It wasn't like the boy had meant to harm her either, but in the little girl's mind, no one could be trusted. She grew like that, anti-social and scared to really jump out and be herself...except for when she danced. It was her few hours of freedom, of just pure joy. Firwen couldn't tell that the way she felt while dancing could happen at any time either, so there became a split personality of sorts within her. There were times, especially as she got older, that Firwen still wanted to change the way she was though. She just never knew how...until her community went to the Weyr to sell some wares and entertain the riders. She watched not the dragons, but the whers with a sort of awe she had not experienced in years. The girl didn't even understand how she came to do it, it was just one of those pivotal moments in life where you throw caution to the wind no matter what type of person you are and jump off a cliff to see if you can fly.... She volunteered to be a candidate. It wasn't until a good few turns later that she met Firsk. The green was the first to hatch out of her shell, and she was stubbornly the last to impress. However, she finally made her way to Firwen, sat down and abruptly stated that Firsk'sFirwen was to feed her right then and there. Since, they have finished wherlinghood and are waiting for those tell-tale signs of the green's first mating run. After all, they protect their Weyr and Wherhold by night...but protecting isn't a green wher's only job. They have to try and help bring forth a new generation too. Even if most of the time their tries are futile. .:Green Firsk:.  "I love Firsk; she's everything I could ever want to be and so much more."Name: Firsk *Fear-sk*
Type: Wher
Age: 2 1/2 turns
Color: Green
Gender: Female
Hex Codes: 5eeca8 00ff40 e3f4e4
Size in Feet: 4ft
Apperance:Being small can have its advantages for some, but for Firsk, she doesn't much like it. She's tiny at 4ft, and she's thin. In a lot of ways, she looks almost sickly because she just has no body fat practically on her at all. Her legs are long as well as her neck and tail, something odd for whers really. However, they aren't really long in comparison to most Golds for instance. It just looks that way because the trunk of her body is smaller. *Sort of like a person with long legs but a short torso* Besides this, her snout is also elongated with spiky ridges, even more so than usual, and her wings are the same and a bit exaggerated at the spurs. In terms of coloring, Firsk is not your average wher by any means. She doesn't have a dully hued hide at all, in fact her middle coat is a cyan looking green that is marked with thick portions of neon green and pale, winter green. It's an odd combination, that someone works together. Or so she believes. Personality:There is no opinion that matters more than Firsk's opinion. She is confident, blunt, a bit aggressive, and extroverted like you wouldn't believe. The busy-body can't keep things to herself, and she can't keep her mind to herself either. Most whers are even more solitary in terms of speaking to humans than dragons are, however this one is anything but. If your there and you seem to be a person of interest, Frisk can be expected to talk to you at least once. Whenever she gets angry, you'll know it. Firsk has a terrible, blunt, aggressive behavior whenever someone steps on her toes so to speak. This can be during anything from a mating run, to a wherling or candidate lesson where someone goofed up. Oddly though, the green loves young children. She will let them play on her, hug her, whatever. She just doesn't care. It's something that greatly contradicts her personality normally, however if you bring it up she'll probably snap at you. .:Pets:. ..::Tomorrow's Sorrow Yellow::.. Bonded To: Firwen
Type: Flitter
Age: Hatchling
Color: Yellow
Gender: Male
Hex Codes:
eaea01, f9e97d, ffffc0, and ded301
Size in Feet/Inches: 0' 10"
Personality:Hyper, exciteable, likes to shout emotions and pictures at His and at Firsk. highly demanding, but very very loving. Thinks Firwen is his momma and that Firsk is his sister. .:Relationships:. |
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