Weyrling Zenniel of Green Cindellath

[Zen]

First App? Who Reffered you: My dear, I believe it was either Nick or Sparrow… I forget


Name: Zenniel
Age: 15 Turns
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:

--->the eyes: Zenniel’s eyes carry a light blue hue, so light blue that they are essentially silver. In the light she looks like she could be blind, but in the dark they seem to take on a darker hue, looking dark gray or black.

--->the hair: Zenniel’s hair is a light, almost bleach-blond coloring. No other colors exist in it, and so one would not see brown, red, or black. Her hair is not bleached, however, but rather natural. Her hair falls to about her shoulders, maybe an inch or two below them.

--->the face: Zenniel has an almost childlike face, even if she is a teenager. A smile is almost always plastered upon it. She has full lips, a dainty nose, and a fair complexion. She is one of the few teenagers who don’t get acne regularly.

--->the build: Zenniel has a strong, lithe form. Her skin is slightly tanned from being out in the sun almost every day. She has muscles from working with herdbeasts. Her muscles do not show, as a male’s muscles may. Her legs are muscular, too, since she loves to run.

--->the clothes: Her normal clothes include wherhide boots, a wherhide jacket, a pair of pants and a shirt. She also wears wherehide gloves most of the time and her left arm is wrapped in cloth. This is because she is left-handed and a lot of things (hides, claws, horns, ect.) scrape against her arm.

--->the height: Zenniel is still growing into her height. As of now she is at least 5’6”.

--->the scars: Working on a farm is hard work. The girl is not perfect, and so has a few scars from her work. Two are on her left arm, a small one on her wrist, and a larger one extending from her elbow to halfway up her arm. Both are healed seamlessly, and do not hurt. She has one on her right arm, from the middle of her lower arm circling almost all the way around like a bracelet. One scar can be found on her left shin, where a herdbeast kicked her, and another can be found on her right ankle, where she tripped and fell onto a metal box and cut the ankle up. No more scars can be physically seen when she wears her clothes, though there is a ragged gash on her left thigh from who knows what.

Personality:

---> around friends: It takes a lot of things to get Zenniel out of her shell. In fact, she’s usually always seen alone, off in her little dream lands. This isn’t to say that she doesn’t have friends. Quite the contrary, Zenniel is good at making friends… with animals. Very rarely will she open up enough to be friends with ‘anyone’ other than an animal. Who will crack this shy creature?

---> around adults: Zenniel is a polite being by nature. She always says ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir’, or if speaking to dragons, she tries to be as polite as possible. Another two of the words that she likes to use are ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ She is not overly polite, though. Sometimes when around adults she can get overly shy, meaning she will freeze and not know what to say. At these times it’s best to leave her alone.

---> around herdbeasts/other creatures of the sort: When around herdbeasts Zenniel adopts a calm, caring attitude. She is very gentle with these also-gentle beasts, and it seems as if she knows them more than she knows humans. She works with them carefully, teaching them (the ones not used to feed dragons) to work together and multiple other things. She has always had a special bond with these animals and so feels the best around them, as she has grown up around herdbeasts all her life.

---> general personality: When around anyone in particular, whether groups of mixed adults and children or just groups, Zenniel becomes a sort of mix of all of her characteristics. It is like she doesn’t know what to do. She becomes possibly more shy than she normally is, and polite, too. Maybe this has something to do with all of her years alone…

History:

Zenniel was born on a rainy afternoon to Zenril and Noeln. Zenril and Nenz were both modest farm workers, their jobs consisted of sowing crops and raising various beasts to be traded. Zenniel was brought into that life full-force, and loved every bit of it. Near her second Turn of life her mother birthed another child. Unfortunatly, the child had a rare disease and died three days later before a Healer could come. Zenniel, being only two Turns old, was too young to remember.

For four more Turns Zenniel grew up as a worker on the farm. She watched many births and many deaths in that time. She also watched as animals were carted off to places unknown to her. She wondered where the creatures were being carted off to, and wanted to follow them. She didn’t want them to get hurt, as they were her only friends.

Near her fifth Turn of life her parents decided to take her to the Weyr. They would be able to teach her the fundamentals that normal girls and boys learned. Slowly she learned, and after two Turns she had learned all the reading, writing and ‘rithmatic that any normal person would. She was allowed back to the small farm that her parents owned. With only her parents around, the instructor said that she was one of the more intelligent students he had ever taught. He said he had been privileged to teach her and that she would have been a great dragonrider.

Of course now, Zenniel was too young to be even considered as a candidate for a dragon. She still had at least four more Turns to go! And those four Turns she spent working on the farm. Of course. That time was one of the more boring times of Zenniel’s life. She grew adept at… not being social. In fact, since she was only around her parents, the herdbeasts, and the occasional Trading Caravans, she had no one around her age to socialize with. The poor girl became more mature than she should have.

At twelve Turns Zenniel left for the Weyr. Of course this now means that she should have spent three Turns at the Weyr, but in reality the girl only spent two. Why? She got lost. I mean, not everyone knows that a Weyr was the really big extinct volcano sticking out of the sky. Anyway, Zenniel ended up on a beach. It was more like a patch of sand near a lake for all the waves the beach had. It was there where Zenniel watched a Gold and another Gold flitter screech and fling themselves at each other, squabbling and scratching at each other a bit before both disappearing between forever. Since Zenniel had never seen fire-lizards before (there had been none at the Weyr at the time, or she hadn’t looked), she didn’t know what to do when one of the Gold’s eggs started to hatch (in her hands). Of course there were other fire-lizards around, as this was a Gold clutch after all, but one egg rolled away from the clutch to stop near her concealed position. It hatched, the hatchling creeled for food, and Zenniel happily gave some to it.

Thus Mura was named… Mura. After that, and after training the shy Mura to do easy tasks for her, Zenniel continued to the Weyr… where she’s been for the past two Turns.

Pets:
Name:[/b][/font]

Mura

Species:[/b][/font]

Fire-lizard

Color:[/b][/font]

Bronze ;; Mura looks more Brown than Bronze. Similarly, he could also look more Green than Brown or Bronze together. The only reason why he is not considered a Green is because he is a male and a Brown because he has a Bronze sheen adorning his rather large body. He has splashes of brown over his body, and, extraordinarily, the color green shows up as well. The green ascends his legs and neck in vaguely vine-like patterns, making him look partly like a dead tree and partly like a growing flower garden. Moreover, he is a very small Bronze, and could be called more of a Brown than Bronze for his smallness.

Personality:[/b][/font]

Mura is a miniature Zenniel. Yes, this is where you go ‘gasp! A shy Bronze?’ Mura is almost as shy as Zenniel, though, true to his Bronze coloring, he is very much a king. Not as commanding as some higher colors, since he is shy, Mura still commands that the lower colors… well… respect him. He can often be seen hiding underneath Zenniel’s hair wrapped around her neck, or just sitting on her shoulder. He would rather sit on her shoulder than get hair in his face.

Other: Good with herdbeasts and runnerbeasts

Dragon Name and Color: Green Cindellath
Name Origin: In the story ‘Cinderella’ a girl was forced by her step-sisters to be their maid but finally escaped them when her fairy godmother helped her marry a prince.
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Cindellath’s hide is the color of good grass, just a pure, healthy green. About halfway down her legs her hide starts to darken slightly, although her feet aren’t that much darker than her body because the change is so gradual. There is a small splatter of deep yellow on the tip of Cindellath’s nose. A medium-small Green, Cindellath is about 22 meters in length.
Personality: Cindellath does not like being bossed around by anyone and if told to do or not do something, she will do the complete opposite of whatever was said. It can make her hard to control unless she comes upon someone quite practiced in reverse psychology, since by telling her to do the opposite of what they went, she will inadvertently do what was wanted. Anyone who is stuck with her for a while will master that eventually… hopefully.
Color Code: 2A662B
Rider: Zenniel

Password: Needlethorn

[Nick]

XD


[glow=darkgoldenrod,2,300]APPROVED[/glow]

[Sparrow]

Bronzes aren't 'kings' though Zen...

[Zen]

eh, I know... I'll fix it.

[Zen]

deceased