Post by phlysolo on Sept 8, 2008 15:02:16 GMT -5
Name: Bry, or Brylorea
Age: 15
Rank: Weyrling
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Some people win the genetic jackpot, some people don't. Brylorea was neither gifted nor cursed in her physical appearance. Like her father, she is tall and lean. Her muscles are athletically toned for a female, though she has no muscular bulk to her form. The tone of her body, though gracefully sculpted, is not entirely beautiful. Her hands are large and her shoulders often droop slightly, as though the weight of her head is too much, even for the strength of her thick neck. Perhaps, though, that is because of her towering height: At 6'1 for a female not even an adult, she reigns over her shorter peers.
Her body might be tightly built and toned, even beautiful to some, but her face isn't nearly as attractive as her form. Her nose is long and slopes down, curving to a hook. Her nose is tight and thin and she appears as though she never smiles. Brylorea has pale brown eyes and her pale skin tone makes her look dull and uninteresting. In that, she took after her mother, for the woman wears the same ever-sour expression that Brylorea must call her own.
The downcast and dreariness of her face spreads, too, to her clothing. The dark and once beautiful clothes that she wears is now quite faded and rather dull. Her parents do have enough marks to dress their child properly, but good clothing is wasted on the active girl. Rarely is she spotted in dresses, but instead loosely fitting trousers, tunics, and shirts. Only rarely will she dress in newer clothing, but she prefers not to dirty the higher quality materials she has seen denied to others of lesser stature.
Personality:
Brylorea, despite her rather depressed appearance, is such the opposite that people who first meet her are often so taken aback that she startles them into silence. Though it seems like her mouth isn't made for smiling, the girl is rarely caught doing otherwise. She's got a keen sense of humor and a sharp sarcastic tongue. While she's never been one for listening to rules, she isn't disobedient. No, no, no, to get her way, she doesn't act out, but instead sways those around her to get what she wasn't. She isn't decieteful nor maliciously manipulative; Brylorea has a kind spirit and wishes only to work towards the "greater good:. In her mind, that could be a tray of meatrolls for her and her hungry friends, or a couple of bubbly pies to cheer a friend up.
Her good nature and sense of humor can have its downsides, however. Often, its hard for her to take some things seriously as, even though she's older now, she would still rather play than work. She suffers from a lack of discipline that her parents fear she will not grow out of until she's burdened with real responsibility. Sure, she's babysat her younger brother and delivered and important message or two, but her youth and her parents general disdain for the structure of the Crafts has kept her from taking on anything real. Thus, she's been allowed to remain a big child for fifteen Turns.
Even Brylorea wishes for something greater. She doesn't wish to inheret her father's marks. She doesn't wish to become a housewife like her mother. No, she's too restless, too stubborn. She can barely take orders, but has a determined spirit to pursue. Deep down, she wanted to do something great with her life aside from wasting away around her parent's home or playing around the Hold with her friends. With her great imagination, she wished she was an influencial Harper, or a Smith who could craft beautiful jewelery, or even a wherhandler who could train others to understand their beasts. Let's not even get started on her fantasies as a dragonrider! To ride a gold or a violet or even a strong brown or blue! Yes, Brylorea wants to be important. She doesn't want to be known as Torinik and Elindina's daughter! She wants to be remembered as Brylorea the great...something or other...
History:
How common is it to be wealthy? To be poor? To be the daughter of a Weyrwoman? To be the son of a Lord Holder? It's one shot in a million, isn't it? Or one shot in a billion...Brylorea was shot out of her mother and into a world of money, a world full of marks and all for her. Her father had done very well for himself. While he was no Lord Holder, sat upon the neck of no bronze dragon, he was a staunch and seasoned business man. He had created an empire selling and buying, winning and losing, and now he was wealthy for it. Or at least, was quite well off. He made a grand home for his family of four in the Hold of Danac when he finished traveling. He showered his wife and three children with any money could buy: ponies, dolls, wooden carved dragons, clothes.
His monetary affects escaped Brylorea, however. She prefered to play outdoors in the muck and dirt like the lesser children of Danac. "Would you like a pretty dress?" "Oh, no, I'd prefer some trousers like Dominik's! We were going to climb trees t'day, father!" And such were the likes of father and daughter's conversations. Staying inside wasn't for the child and, though he disapproved, Brylorea's mother wouldn't allow him to stamp out the playfulness of her eldest daughter.
Thus, the girl grew up happily and carefree. Her parents and their money shielded her from the bad things in the world: poverty and hunger. They could do nothing for a general feeling of loneliness that she felt, however. She wasn't quite so at home amongst the splendor that they had. She preferred the friendship and the companionship that she had when she was away from home. Her friends may be "unfortunate" as her mum and dad would say, but to her, they were far happier than she was. There was a warmth in the homes of her friends that she simply didn't feel at her own home, though her mother and father never neglected her nor abstained from hugging or holding their child.
What she didn't like about her friends was the fact that they were always finding new ways to land themselves in trouble. Brylorea hated being in trouble: It made people angry with her and she hated being angry at. So, as the years progressed, she ended up ditching them for something a little better. Instead of breaking rules to get her way, she found those who would bend the rules for her if she gave them a smile and a laugh. A an eigth of a mark? What if I told you that I just stubbed my toe? That my mum was sick? Oh, come, you know you want to give me that one. It's not even fresh, no one's gonna buy it. Yeah, thanks! I knew you had a good heart in you, sir!...Well, maybe they just wanted to get rid of her, either way, she got a free pie, no?
Despite the fact ,that she had a wide range of friends, she never had truly close friends. Not until she met Henerik. He was about her age and they had so much in common that the two were rarely out of each other's side. While he was as "unfortunate" as her other friends, she saw that he made the best out of his situation. He talked on and on and on about being a dragonrider, about riding on the back of one of the great beasts and being free! They played together, fantasizing that they were both adragonback and in the skies, fighting Thread, saving their friends and family, becoming heroes.
But their friendship was short lived...He went away, moved with his family from the Hold to...somewhere else...And she was left alone, the dreams of being a dragonrider stuck in her head. Fate had torn the two friends apart, but it wasn't finished with Brylorea. Three Turns later when Brylorea was eligible for Candidateship after Henerik was gone, a Searchdragon came from Nycoia Weyr, the blue's rider calling for all the youth of the Hold to be brought forward for the Search. Her father had wanted none of his children to participate in the event, for her wanted his children under his thumb for whenever he needed them.
Brylorea got away from her mother though and had practically flown to the Hold square. In the throng of people, she was sure she was anonymous and that the rider and beast wouldn't look twice in her direction, but wait! She, the rider, was calling for the tall one! The blue's eyes were whirling rapid blue of delight! What tall one? Who were they looking for? Finally, someone grabbed Brylorea by the wrist and she was surged forward. The blue gazed at her with his many faceted eyes and he let loose a deep low...purr.
"Come with, girl," The rider said and gave her a little push towards the great beast. Dumbly, she stumbled towards the dragon and braced herself against his great, warm hide. Again, the dragon rumbled, this time greeting the chosen child. Two more were discovered that day, a nameless boy and a nameless girl. The Searchrider bade them go and tell their parents and the other two scampered off, ecstatic. Brylorea stayed behind, not wanting to face her father's wrath nor her mother's disappointment that instead of staying with the family, like she ought, she was going to go off with the dragonfolk.
And somehow, the search rider seemed to understand that and nodded, though the two didn't speak at all. When the boy and lass returned, the Searchrider hoisted the two of them onto her beast and, though it was a snug fit, they all fit. Luckily, Brylorea was the tallest and also the lithest. The boy had no bulk at all to him neither, but the girl was plump and the rider had to rearrange each of them several different times so they'd all safely fit upon the blue. But he was able to carry each aloft and /between/.
And finally...finally Byrlorea was at the Weyr she'd visualized in her mind for the eight months she'd known Henerik. Though she was here...what would become of her? Would she be a good rider? Or would she not Impress at all? She knew that some Candidates, though Searched, never Impressed at all. Would she then go back to her home? To the familt she'd abandoned? No. Never. Her place, as the dragon had decided, was here at Nyocia Weyr, whether or not a dragon decided to call her Mine or not.
Pets:
Name: Meatroll
Type: Firelizard
Color: Brown
Appearance: This little brown is rather stout, having much more muscle mass than length. His brawn gives him excellent endurance, but he rates as a much smaller brown. Thus, he will be an average flyer over all, with the stamina to last in violet flights and the agility to preform decently in barred or green flights. His wings are shorter than average, as well, furthering his ability to be a quick, neat flier rather than a glider-type flit.
He has a rather unique coloring to him. Much as the name suggests, Meatroll looks like a, well, a meatroll. From the tip of his snout to the base of his neck is a deep brown, resembling much like the color of cooked meat while his legs, wings, and body are much lighter, hued more like the color of well baked bread (indeed almost a dark tan). His tail fades neatly back to the 'cooked meat' color all the way down to his forks.
Personality: Go, go, go, go, go! This flit is always on the move, always in the air, and loves exploring new things. He's got a very high tolerance for just about everything and it's exceedingly hard to irritate this firelizard. Even Voluspath has a hard time ruffling the little brown's feathers, so to speak. For a firelizard, he's got an excellent memory and can make extremely accurate and vivid image pictures which he will send at an excessive rate to Brylorea when he gets excited.
Name: Pokey
Type: Kagen
Color: Sand
Appearance: Pokey is a sand in the most traditional sense of the word. If she was left on the beach, it would most likely impossible for Brylorea to be able to find the little 'roo for her fur is such a perfect blend of light tans and light browns that she actually looks sandy. There is a long streak of black running down the length of her face that does indeed help distinguish her from her surroundings, but depending on how she's situated, it is often impossible to see her in dead grass as well.
Being on the larger side of the spectrum, Pokey will grow to be about fifty centimeters long, with a much longer tail than the average kagen. In her immaturity, she will have much trouble maneuvering with it, though because of her long tail she is actually a fine swimmer.
Personality: There is a rare breed of people who can fall into this category and if Pokey was a human, she certainly would be diagnosed with having OCD, or obsessive compulsive disorder. Every thing she's around and all of her personal spaces must be cleaned and dirt free. Not a blade of grass must be out of place, not a sock where it should not be. Everything from Voluspath to Meatroll to Brylorea must be cleaned and cleaned regularly.
This isn't to say that the Kagen doesn't think about anything else, but most of her time is spent tidying up. Pokey has a fondness for swimming and dandelions. She also enjoys snuggling with just about anything and riding in a pouch that Brylorea had made for her.
Other: N/A
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Voluspath
Name Origin: Völuspá, a tale told by a völva addressing Odin about the beginning and end of the world.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Size and Color: Voluspath is a slender Gold, but large, reaching past her mother in size to reach nearly 54 meters. Her hide is a very clear gold, although perhaps on the darker side of the shade. She bears no markings except for a light spot on her right cheek, a paler yellow-white splotch in her hide.
Dragon Personality: Voluspath likes stories. She is a very average Gold in that she can be very vain and demanding, but is easily distracted by the idea of tales about some thing or another. Her attention will rarely go to those of lower rank than her, unless they mention that they have some sort of story to tell her and suddenly she will be laying down like a canine and watching the speaker attentively. Otherwise, she prefers to pay attention only to herself, her rider, and the occasional Bronze or Tan.
Color Code: FFCC11
Password:Needlethorn.
Age: 15
Rank: Weyrling
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Some people win the genetic jackpot, some people don't. Brylorea was neither gifted nor cursed in her physical appearance. Like her father, she is tall and lean. Her muscles are athletically toned for a female, though she has no muscular bulk to her form. The tone of her body, though gracefully sculpted, is not entirely beautiful. Her hands are large and her shoulders often droop slightly, as though the weight of her head is too much, even for the strength of her thick neck. Perhaps, though, that is because of her towering height: At 6'1 for a female not even an adult, she reigns over her shorter peers.
Her body might be tightly built and toned, even beautiful to some, but her face isn't nearly as attractive as her form. Her nose is long and slopes down, curving to a hook. Her nose is tight and thin and she appears as though she never smiles. Brylorea has pale brown eyes and her pale skin tone makes her look dull and uninteresting. In that, she took after her mother, for the woman wears the same ever-sour expression that Brylorea must call her own.
The downcast and dreariness of her face spreads, too, to her clothing. The dark and once beautiful clothes that she wears is now quite faded and rather dull. Her parents do have enough marks to dress their child properly, but good clothing is wasted on the active girl. Rarely is she spotted in dresses, but instead loosely fitting trousers, tunics, and shirts. Only rarely will she dress in newer clothing, but she prefers not to dirty the higher quality materials she has seen denied to others of lesser stature.
Personality:
Brylorea, despite her rather depressed appearance, is such the opposite that people who first meet her are often so taken aback that she startles them into silence. Though it seems like her mouth isn't made for smiling, the girl is rarely caught doing otherwise. She's got a keen sense of humor and a sharp sarcastic tongue. While she's never been one for listening to rules, she isn't disobedient. No, no, no, to get her way, she doesn't act out, but instead sways those around her to get what she wasn't. She isn't decieteful nor maliciously manipulative; Brylorea has a kind spirit and wishes only to work towards the "greater good:. In her mind, that could be a tray of meatrolls for her and her hungry friends, or a couple of bubbly pies to cheer a friend up.
Her good nature and sense of humor can have its downsides, however. Often, its hard for her to take some things seriously as, even though she's older now, she would still rather play than work. She suffers from a lack of discipline that her parents fear she will not grow out of until she's burdened with real responsibility. Sure, she's babysat her younger brother and delivered and important message or two, but her youth and her parents general disdain for the structure of the Crafts has kept her from taking on anything real. Thus, she's been allowed to remain a big child for fifteen Turns.
Even Brylorea wishes for something greater. She doesn't wish to inheret her father's marks. She doesn't wish to become a housewife like her mother. No, she's too restless, too stubborn. She can barely take orders, but has a determined spirit to pursue. Deep down, she wanted to do something great with her life aside from wasting away around her parent's home or playing around the Hold with her friends. With her great imagination, she wished she was an influencial Harper, or a Smith who could craft beautiful jewelery, or even a wherhandler who could train others to understand their beasts. Let's not even get started on her fantasies as a dragonrider! To ride a gold or a violet or even a strong brown or blue! Yes, Brylorea wants to be important. She doesn't want to be known as Torinik and Elindina's daughter! She wants to be remembered as Brylorea the great...something or other...
History:
How common is it to be wealthy? To be poor? To be the daughter of a Weyrwoman? To be the son of a Lord Holder? It's one shot in a million, isn't it? Or one shot in a billion...Brylorea was shot out of her mother and into a world of money, a world full of marks and all for her. Her father had done very well for himself. While he was no Lord Holder, sat upon the neck of no bronze dragon, he was a staunch and seasoned business man. He had created an empire selling and buying, winning and losing, and now he was wealthy for it. Or at least, was quite well off. He made a grand home for his family of four in the Hold of Danac when he finished traveling. He showered his wife and three children with any money could buy: ponies, dolls, wooden carved dragons, clothes.
His monetary affects escaped Brylorea, however. She prefered to play outdoors in the muck and dirt like the lesser children of Danac. "Would you like a pretty dress?" "Oh, no, I'd prefer some trousers like Dominik's! We were going to climb trees t'day, father!" And such were the likes of father and daughter's conversations. Staying inside wasn't for the child and, though he disapproved, Brylorea's mother wouldn't allow him to stamp out the playfulness of her eldest daughter.
Thus, the girl grew up happily and carefree. Her parents and their money shielded her from the bad things in the world: poverty and hunger. They could do nothing for a general feeling of loneliness that she felt, however. She wasn't quite so at home amongst the splendor that they had. She preferred the friendship and the companionship that she had when she was away from home. Her friends may be "unfortunate" as her mum and dad would say, but to her, they were far happier than she was. There was a warmth in the homes of her friends that she simply didn't feel at her own home, though her mother and father never neglected her nor abstained from hugging or holding their child.
What she didn't like about her friends was the fact that they were always finding new ways to land themselves in trouble. Brylorea hated being in trouble: It made people angry with her and she hated being angry at. So, as the years progressed, she ended up ditching them for something a little better. Instead of breaking rules to get her way, she found those who would bend the rules for her if she gave them a smile and a laugh. A an eigth of a mark? What if I told you that I just stubbed my toe? That my mum was sick? Oh, come, you know you want to give me that one. It's not even fresh, no one's gonna buy it. Yeah, thanks! I knew you had a good heart in you, sir!...Well, maybe they just wanted to get rid of her, either way, she got a free pie, no?
Despite the fact ,that she had a wide range of friends, she never had truly close friends. Not until she met Henerik. He was about her age and they had so much in common that the two were rarely out of each other's side. While he was as "unfortunate" as her other friends, she saw that he made the best out of his situation. He talked on and on and on about being a dragonrider, about riding on the back of one of the great beasts and being free! They played together, fantasizing that they were both adragonback and in the skies, fighting Thread, saving their friends and family, becoming heroes.
But their friendship was short lived...He went away, moved with his family from the Hold to...somewhere else...And she was left alone, the dreams of being a dragonrider stuck in her head. Fate had torn the two friends apart, but it wasn't finished with Brylorea. Three Turns later when Brylorea was eligible for Candidateship after Henerik was gone, a Searchdragon came from Nycoia Weyr, the blue's rider calling for all the youth of the Hold to be brought forward for the Search. Her father had wanted none of his children to participate in the event, for her wanted his children under his thumb for whenever he needed them.
Brylorea got away from her mother though and had practically flown to the Hold square. In the throng of people, she was sure she was anonymous and that the rider and beast wouldn't look twice in her direction, but wait! She, the rider, was calling for the tall one! The blue's eyes were whirling rapid blue of delight! What tall one? Who were they looking for? Finally, someone grabbed Brylorea by the wrist and she was surged forward. The blue gazed at her with his many faceted eyes and he let loose a deep low...purr.
"Come with, girl," The rider said and gave her a little push towards the great beast. Dumbly, she stumbled towards the dragon and braced herself against his great, warm hide. Again, the dragon rumbled, this time greeting the chosen child. Two more were discovered that day, a nameless boy and a nameless girl. The Searchrider bade them go and tell their parents and the other two scampered off, ecstatic. Brylorea stayed behind, not wanting to face her father's wrath nor her mother's disappointment that instead of staying with the family, like she ought, she was going to go off with the dragonfolk.
And somehow, the search rider seemed to understand that and nodded, though the two didn't speak at all. When the boy and lass returned, the Searchrider hoisted the two of them onto her beast and, though it was a snug fit, they all fit. Luckily, Brylorea was the tallest and also the lithest. The boy had no bulk at all to him neither, but the girl was plump and the rider had to rearrange each of them several different times so they'd all safely fit upon the blue. But he was able to carry each aloft and /between/.
And finally...finally Byrlorea was at the Weyr she'd visualized in her mind for the eight months she'd known Henerik. Though she was here...what would become of her? Would she be a good rider? Or would she not Impress at all? She knew that some Candidates, though Searched, never Impressed at all. Would she then go back to her home? To the familt she'd abandoned? No. Never. Her place, as the dragon had decided, was here at Nyocia Weyr, whether or not a dragon decided to call her Mine or not.
Pets:
Name: Meatroll
Type: Firelizard
Color: Brown
Appearance: This little brown is rather stout, having much more muscle mass than length. His brawn gives him excellent endurance, but he rates as a much smaller brown. Thus, he will be an average flyer over all, with the stamina to last in violet flights and the agility to preform decently in barred or green flights. His wings are shorter than average, as well, furthering his ability to be a quick, neat flier rather than a glider-type flit.
He has a rather unique coloring to him. Much as the name suggests, Meatroll looks like a, well, a meatroll. From the tip of his snout to the base of his neck is a deep brown, resembling much like the color of cooked meat while his legs, wings, and body are much lighter, hued more like the color of well baked bread (indeed almost a dark tan). His tail fades neatly back to the 'cooked meat' color all the way down to his forks.
Personality: Go, go, go, go, go! This flit is always on the move, always in the air, and loves exploring new things. He's got a very high tolerance for just about everything and it's exceedingly hard to irritate this firelizard. Even Voluspath has a hard time ruffling the little brown's feathers, so to speak. For a firelizard, he's got an excellent memory and can make extremely accurate and vivid image pictures which he will send at an excessive rate to Brylorea when he gets excited.
Name: Pokey
Type: Kagen
Color: Sand
Appearance: Pokey is a sand in the most traditional sense of the word. If she was left on the beach, it would most likely impossible for Brylorea to be able to find the little 'roo for her fur is such a perfect blend of light tans and light browns that she actually looks sandy. There is a long streak of black running down the length of her face that does indeed help distinguish her from her surroundings, but depending on how she's situated, it is often impossible to see her in dead grass as well.
Being on the larger side of the spectrum, Pokey will grow to be about fifty centimeters long, with a much longer tail than the average kagen. In her immaturity, she will have much trouble maneuvering with it, though because of her long tail she is actually a fine swimmer.
Personality: There is a rare breed of people who can fall into this category and if Pokey was a human, she certainly would be diagnosed with having OCD, or obsessive compulsive disorder. Every thing she's around and all of her personal spaces must be cleaned and dirt free. Not a blade of grass must be out of place, not a sock where it should not be. Everything from Voluspath to Meatroll to Brylorea must be cleaned and cleaned regularly.
This isn't to say that the Kagen doesn't think about anything else, but most of her time is spent tidying up. Pokey has a fondness for swimming and dandelions. She also enjoys snuggling with just about anything and riding in a pouch that Brylorea had made for her.
Other: N/A
-If a Rider:
Dragon Name: Voluspath
Name Origin: Völuspá, a tale told by a völva addressing Odin about the beginning and end of the world.
Dragon Age: Hatchling
Dragon Size and Color: Voluspath is a slender Gold, but large, reaching past her mother in size to reach nearly 54 meters. Her hide is a very clear gold, although perhaps on the darker side of the shade. She bears no markings except for a light spot on her right cheek, a paler yellow-white splotch in her hide.
Dragon Personality: Voluspath likes stories. She is a very average Gold in that she can be very vain and demanding, but is easily distracted by the idea of tales about some thing or another. Her attention will rarely go to those of lower rank than her, unless they mention that they have some sort of story to tell her and suddenly she will be laying down like a canine and watching the speaker attentively. Otherwise, she prefers to pay attention only to herself, her rider, and the occasional Bronze or Tan.
Color Code: FFCC11
Password:Needlethorn.
