Post by Missa on Sept 21, 2008 8:03:16 GMT -5
Name: Lyn
Age: Sixteen
Rank: Candidates
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Appearance: Lyn is one of those people who's beauty really is on the inside, rather than the outer shell. It's not to say that she's hideous, that you would look away the moment you saw, but also not that you could pick her out in the crowd. Lyn, is perfectly average. Face wise, there is nothing that really merits description; a heart shaped face, a nose that escapes description, strong, almost predetory features. If anything, the small dusting of freckles that is barely visable on lightly tanned skin could be called an imperfection, or a blemish that is out of the ordinary.
Perfectly average in height at five feet and six inches, with the sturdy, slender build that often comes with the average height. Not overly thin, or large, Lyn's build seems to have a more subtle strength to it. Much like adancer's build would have, the subtle muscle build and strength without appearing bulky. Skin tone is of a lightly tanned shade, gained from spending a heap of time in the sun, an annoying shade that burns before it tans.
Despite fear of seeming cliche, Lyn's prettiest feature is most certainly her eyes. Only slightly larger than average, Lyn's eyes seem rounder than most, even if only slightly. This adds to a wide eyes innocent look that is almost out of place in the often sckeptical or disbelieving expression that Lyn carries with her. A deep blueish-grey that more often than not appears one rather than the other, framed by lashes that are neither thick nor thin, dark nor light. With Lyn, it would be easy to believe her a complete innocent with the slight, almost shy twitching of full lips and bright eyed intelligence mixed with innocence, but that's not always true.
As a holder girl, Lyn grew her hair long; however the moment she was asked to attend the weyr, it was cut to the mid-rib length it is now, easy to tie back in the low runner tail that she favours. A light, almost honey brown in colour, there is nothing out of the ordinary about her hair. Though Lyn would claim that the way there always seems to be at lest one strand of hair in her face has to be unusual. Surely plain, straight hair shouldn't be that annoying?
Personality: Lyn is what many would call too mature, or some would call her sensible. She doesn't hold with gossip, she believes only what she herself has seen, touched, heard. This counts for everything else as well, it doesn't exist to Lyn until it's been proved, and this way, Lyn is the one that isn't dissapointed when it's not true. Most of her personality is set up around not getting hurt, and avoiding getting dissapointed in any way. Mostly defensive tactics. Often skecptical of everything that is going around her, it can take some convincing to get Lyn to take a person's wordn as all the proof she'll get. Even then, Lyn will usually go about asking for comfirmation.
Rather intelligent, Lyn's intelligence lies more in planning and cunning rather than mathmatical sciences or such scholar arts. Common sense and logic seem to be the gifts Lyn was blessed with in her family, rather than good looks or a stunning acedemic mind. Taking things as they come, Lyn couldn't be more happy with what she has at teh present, if something greater comes along, she'll take it with both hands happily, but until then, she's content with the lot she's been dealt.
Quiet and solitary, Lyn is often found very easy to deal with. She's the type that will listen to a friend's complaints, without saying anything of her own - Indeed, Lyn rarely says anything but "I'm fine" when inquired about her health - she'll help and talk, but only with those she's comfortable with. Most are met with a cool, almost emotionless stare until she's assured that there was no ill meaning behind that statement. Likewise, her anger is the ool icy type, the type that makes you feel more dissapointed in yourself than she is.
Self conscious of many things, Lyn is cautious to the point of being afraid of opening up to others. She prefers to keep parts of herself locked away, and no matter how close people get, often, they feel there is always something being held back, something locked away. Lyn feels that this is the only real way to keep her heart safe, if she gives all of herself away, then she’ll hurt more when they leave, which they are going to do. Everyone leaves eventually.
History: Born in Dunac Hold, Lyn's parents were the type of whom marriage had been expected from a young age. Killyna and Lukan had been friends for years, and when a marriage finally came about, no one was really, truly surprised. However, when Lyn was born, it was fairly obvious that she was going to be an only child. Though both pregnancy and birth were relatively uncomplicated, Killyna wished for no more than her Lyn, it was all she needed, all she and her husband wanted.
Lyn was always a fairly easy going child, she didn’t argue, she was obedient, was a good little girl, but she didn’t hold with these silly games the ‘brats played. If something was going to happen, it would, pretending to be a rider wouldn’t change her mind to suit that of a dragon. It was probably because of this down to Pern-ness, that Lyn was not very sociable. Preferring to do something useful with her time rather than sit around playing with dolls.
Yet, Lyn was not without her childish whims, like others, she combed the area for flitter eggs. She just did it alone so no one knew. She too collected pretty stones to look at when she was saddened, these too, were hidden. As though there were parts of Lyn that the girl wasn’t ready to let go of, wasn’t ready to share.
While Lyn had never played the games, pretending to be a rider, a candidate or even just someone important, that didn't mean she couldn't hope for a different outcome to the one she expected. Of course, the flighty, happy girls would be chosen the ones that ooh'd the dragon only to draw back as he came close, of course, she wouldn't be picked for the clutch at Nyocia, she would have to swallow that bitter dissapointment as other girls were taken to try for the wonderful flying beasts. News of the clutch, it's Impressies came, and Lyn was careful to keep jealousy hidden, continuing to remain a holdbrat, learing what her mother taught, and her father knew. Gathering knowledge that would be of use to no one but herself rather than seeking a craft. Then, a dragon came back, looking for more candidates perhaps? Sensible as Lyn was, his stare was met with curiousity, and the hint of fear was hidden well. Dragons didn't hurt people, Lyn knew that, so she stared back, one brow arched as though asking what he was staring at with no words at all, as was the hope, the burning desire to be chosen. A rumble startled her and Lyn's reaction tio take half a step back was paused as the rider moved closer. Thinking him unhappy at her staring at his dragon, Lyn half turned to leave before pausing at the formal question. Once again, Lyn merely stared, at rider not dragon in this case, before finally nodding slowly. Perhaps the most impulsive thing she'd ever done, but after saying farewell to her parents, Lyn never looked back.
Pets:
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Color and Name: Sky Februeth
Name Origin: Valentines Day occurs in February. =P
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Frebrueth’s hide has more blue in it than most Skies and she seems to have an extra spattering of star-specks to go with it. The lighter blue that runs from her throat, along her stomach, and about midway down her tail is a bit light too, maybe matching skies on very hot summer days. She seems to almost completely lack the white smudges that usually are mixed in with the light blue of a Sky’s belly. A bit on the small side for her color, Februeth is just under 33 meters in length.
Personality: Februeth is a quietly cheerful Sky. She is a little shy about sharing her feelings, but also has trouble holding them back. Occasionally she’ll just have explosions of strong emotion, immediately followed by her being terribly embarrassed for having such an outburst. She likes small and cute things, but is also very careful around them and often can’t enjoy them quite as much as she’d like because she’s worried that she could do something bad to it, being the great big dragon that she is. She is constantly doubting herself and usually gets embarrassed by praise, but secretly she’ll store it away and be better for it. For the most part, she’s full of praise and compliments for others, but doesn’t think much of herself.
Color Code: 3B038E and lightskyblue(87CEFA)
-If a Candidate:
Color Preferences: None
Colors NOT wanted: None
Password: Needlethorn
Age: Sixteen
Rank: Candidates
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Appearance: Lyn is one of those people who's beauty really is on the inside, rather than the outer shell. It's not to say that she's hideous, that you would look away the moment you saw, but also not that you could pick her out in the crowd. Lyn, is perfectly average. Face wise, there is nothing that really merits description; a heart shaped face, a nose that escapes description, strong, almost predetory features. If anything, the small dusting of freckles that is barely visable on lightly tanned skin could be called an imperfection, or a blemish that is out of the ordinary.
Perfectly average in height at five feet and six inches, with the sturdy, slender build that often comes with the average height. Not overly thin, or large, Lyn's build seems to have a more subtle strength to it. Much like adancer's build would have, the subtle muscle build and strength without appearing bulky. Skin tone is of a lightly tanned shade, gained from spending a heap of time in the sun, an annoying shade that burns before it tans.
Despite fear of seeming cliche, Lyn's prettiest feature is most certainly her eyes. Only slightly larger than average, Lyn's eyes seem rounder than most, even if only slightly. This adds to a wide eyes innocent look that is almost out of place in the often sckeptical or disbelieving expression that Lyn carries with her. A deep blueish-grey that more often than not appears one rather than the other, framed by lashes that are neither thick nor thin, dark nor light. With Lyn, it would be easy to believe her a complete innocent with the slight, almost shy twitching of full lips and bright eyed intelligence mixed with innocence, but that's not always true.
As a holder girl, Lyn grew her hair long; however the moment she was asked to attend the weyr, it was cut to the mid-rib length it is now, easy to tie back in the low runner tail that she favours. A light, almost honey brown in colour, there is nothing out of the ordinary about her hair. Though Lyn would claim that the way there always seems to be at lest one strand of hair in her face has to be unusual. Surely plain, straight hair shouldn't be that annoying?
Personality: Lyn is what many would call too mature, or some would call her sensible. She doesn't hold with gossip, she believes only what she herself has seen, touched, heard. This counts for everything else as well, it doesn't exist to Lyn until it's been proved, and this way, Lyn is the one that isn't dissapointed when it's not true. Most of her personality is set up around not getting hurt, and avoiding getting dissapointed in any way. Mostly defensive tactics. Often skecptical of everything that is going around her, it can take some convincing to get Lyn to take a person's wordn as all the proof she'll get. Even then, Lyn will usually go about asking for comfirmation.
Rather intelligent, Lyn's intelligence lies more in planning and cunning rather than mathmatical sciences or such scholar arts. Common sense and logic seem to be the gifts Lyn was blessed with in her family, rather than good looks or a stunning acedemic mind. Taking things as they come, Lyn couldn't be more happy with what she has at teh present, if something greater comes along, she'll take it with both hands happily, but until then, she's content with the lot she's been dealt.
Quiet and solitary, Lyn is often found very easy to deal with. She's the type that will listen to a friend's complaints, without saying anything of her own - Indeed, Lyn rarely says anything but "I'm fine" when inquired about her health - she'll help and talk, but only with those she's comfortable with. Most are met with a cool, almost emotionless stare until she's assured that there was no ill meaning behind that statement. Likewise, her anger is the ool icy type, the type that makes you feel more dissapointed in yourself than she is.
Self conscious of many things, Lyn is cautious to the point of being afraid of opening up to others. She prefers to keep parts of herself locked away, and no matter how close people get, often, they feel there is always something being held back, something locked away. Lyn feels that this is the only real way to keep her heart safe, if she gives all of herself away, then she’ll hurt more when they leave, which they are going to do. Everyone leaves eventually.
History: Born in Dunac Hold, Lyn's parents were the type of whom marriage had been expected from a young age. Killyna and Lukan had been friends for years, and when a marriage finally came about, no one was really, truly surprised. However, when Lyn was born, it was fairly obvious that she was going to be an only child. Though both pregnancy and birth were relatively uncomplicated, Killyna wished for no more than her Lyn, it was all she needed, all she and her husband wanted.
Lyn was always a fairly easy going child, she didn’t argue, she was obedient, was a good little girl, but she didn’t hold with these silly games the ‘brats played. If something was going to happen, it would, pretending to be a rider wouldn’t change her mind to suit that of a dragon. It was probably because of this down to Pern-ness, that Lyn was not very sociable. Preferring to do something useful with her time rather than sit around playing with dolls.
Yet, Lyn was not without her childish whims, like others, she combed the area for flitter eggs. She just did it alone so no one knew. She too collected pretty stones to look at when she was saddened, these too, were hidden. As though there were parts of Lyn that the girl wasn’t ready to let go of, wasn’t ready to share.
While Lyn had never played the games, pretending to be a rider, a candidate or even just someone important, that didn't mean she couldn't hope for a different outcome to the one she expected. Of course, the flighty, happy girls would be chosen the ones that ooh'd the dragon only to draw back as he came close, of course, she wouldn't be picked for the clutch at Nyocia, she would have to swallow that bitter dissapointment as other girls were taken to try for the wonderful flying beasts. News of the clutch, it's Impressies came, and Lyn was careful to keep jealousy hidden, continuing to remain a holdbrat, learing what her mother taught, and her father knew. Gathering knowledge that would be of use to no one but herself rather than seeking a craft. Then, a dragon came back, looking for more candidates perhaps? Sensible as Lyn was, his stare was met with curiousity, and the hint of fear was hidden well. Dragons didn't hurt people, Lyn knew that, so she stared back, one brow arched as though asking what he was staring at with no words at all, as was the hope, the burning desire to be chosen. A rumble startled her and Lyn's reaction tio take half a step back was paused as the rider moved closer. Thinking him unhappy at her staring at his dragon, Lyn half turned to leave before pausing at the formal question. Once again, Lyn merely stared, at rider not dragon in this case, before finally nodding slowly. Perhaps the most impulsive thing she'd ever done, but after saying farewell to her parents, Lyn never looked back.
Pets:
Other:
-If a Rider:
Dragon Color and Name: Sky Februeth
Name Origin: Valentines Day occurs in February. =P
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Frebrueth’s hide has more blue in it than most Skies and she seems to have an extra spattering of star-specks to go with it. The lighter blue that runs from her throat, along her stomach, and about midway down her tail is a bit light too, maybe matching skies on very hot summer days. She seems to almost completely lack the white smudges that usually are mixed in with the light blue of a Sky’s belly. A bit on the small side for her color, Februeth is just under 33 meters in length.
Personality: Februeth is a quietly cheerful Sky. She is a little shy about sharing her feelings, but also has trouble holding them back. Occasionally she’ll just have explosions of strong emotion, immediately followed by her being terribly embarrassed for having such an outburst. She likes small and cute things, but is also very careful around them and often can’t enjoy them quite as much as she’d like because she’s worried that she could do something bad to it, being the great big dragon that she is. She is constantly doubting herself and usually gets embarrassed by praise, but secretly she’ll store it away and be better for it. For the most part, she’s full of praise and compliments for others, but doesn’t think much of herself.
Color Code: 3B038E and lightskyblue(87CEFA)
-If a Candidate:
Color Preferences: None
Colors NOT wanted: None
Password: Needlethorn
