Post by Sparrow on Aug 8, 2008 21:49:59 GMT -5
Name: Lyanni
Age: 31
Rank: Green Wherhandler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Dainty is what escapes Lyanni. She is tall, bordering on six feet. Her feet are on the large side, built for strength and balance, not squeezing into fancy shoes. Her shoulders are not broad, but the posture Lyanni keeps gives the illusion of there being more to them than her is. Hands are calloused with work and not slender, but very controlled. Like the rest of her, Lyanni's bosom is lean, not much to admire. Once she had skin as as bronze as anyone who's lived a life out in the sun should be, but becoming a wherhandler has shrunk the time she has outside and, as is usual with her tan, it faded quickly. Although it doesn't take much to get at least a little color to her skin, Lyanni is not nearly as tan as she was growing up and the whole idea of having to live without sun a lot irritates her.
Strict posture is always seen in Lyanni's stance. She would not hunch if offered all the Marks on Pern to do so. Her high chin, straight back, and even shoulders give her a look of much more rank than Lyanni actually holds, and if not for the Green usually by her side, at a glance people may expect more of her than there really is.
Long and angular is how anyone would describe Lyanni's face. The bridge of her nose is very pronounced and then, ending square and straight as everything else about her. Thin and usually pressed in a firm line, her lips are little different. Her eyes have an average shape and size to them, and her irises are a cool blue-green. On some days the flecks of green seem to be darker and denser, others lighter and sparse, but the base shade of blue never seems to vary.
Something about Lyanni, perhaps the fine arch of her eyebrows or the aloof expression the overall firm set of face, seems to give off the idea of someone totally without feeling. She is not one to express through body language or faces, and her voice is little different, always keeping up a cool tone that has a tendency of making people feel Lyanni thinks she is very above them, which she does.
Hair is something Lyanni would probably rather do without, although she lets hers grow out to her shoulderblades. Every morning is a ritual of quickly brushing through it, throwing it into a runnertail, and forgetting it. Once up and out of the way, she doesn't worry about it until night when she lets it down again. Only for Gathers does Lyanni try to put a little more work into styling her hair.
Dark brown is the winning shade of Lyanni's hair, although it has been faded somewhat by the sun. Her roots always seem to be darker while the tips are lighter, having had more time for the sun to drain their color. Even with the small amount of time she spends out in daylight now, this look seems to have kept up. Although not lustrous or particularly bodied, Lyanni's hair is thick.
Personality: Strict. Lyanni does now allow lenience in herself and doesn't like to see it in others. She is a wherhandler, and only of a Green at that, but orders fall easily from her mouth and she expects them to be obeyed. Lyanni knows where her place is, but wishes that it wasn't where she was, and if she's going to give people any respect, she expects to recieve it to. Goldhandler, Goldrider, Weyrleader, Lord Holder... rank makes little difference to Lyanni. She expects to be listened to. Strictly. But, on the other hand, when given an order (with good reason) she is as determined to fill it out as anyone could be.
Schedules are as important to Lyanni as breathing. Every day she has the same ritual, variances to it are more than unsettling, they are like a stab in the heart. She even wakes up and goes to sleep at practically the same time every day, her internal clock has been perfected over the Turns. Those who get in the way of Lyanni's schedule pay for it. She has free time set aside, people can waste their presence then.
Very slow to like or trust anyone, Lyanni has enough faith in herself to feel she can mostly avoid relationships with anyone. Independent could be her middle name, for Lyanni has never been one prone to asking for help on things and doing projects alone is how she does them best. Lyanni is not a team player and will avoid groups if she can or quickly get her part over with and then start taking over those of others. What she does, she likes to see done herself. Other people really aren't needed because she thinks she'll be better.
As her usual aloof expression and cool tone of voice Lyanni keeps up would imply, letting her actual feelings show basically doesn't happen. She rarely has good opinions of people or things anyways, so the fact that that is what always shows isn't too off from how she usually really feels. But one is likely never to hear her laugh, never to see her smile or even hint at being pleased by anything. Anger, sadness, fear, excitement, everything is hidden from the public. Lyanni keeps very careful control over her emotions and though she may break down in solitude, when others are around she is her usual stony self.
Although Lyanni's sexual interests are towards men, she may as well have none for she never builds on anything. It's not unheard of, but Lyanni rarely keeps company overnight (supposing she actually had some in the day) and is very careful about who she does allow into her bed (or whether she allows herself into someone else's). Lyask's Runs don't usually excessively affect her, so even those odd nights could leave Lyanni by herself and some unlucky other handler struggling for control.
Of the few things she does like, Lyanni is extremely possesive. Not loyal, not friendly or admiring, but a bit more controlling and, in her way, devoted. Loyalty is only for herself and Lyask. Lyanni doesn't believe she's come upon another human or creature who deserves that from her yet, and doesn't expect to. But it does show when she likes something, and usually in a way the something (if it can) will come to appreciate (but very slowly).
History: Although over only a minor Hold, Lyanni was the child of a Lord Holder. The problem was and still is, she is the second. As the grew older, it became more apparent that she would also be the last. Her older brother would be who ascended to take the leading position, but Lyanni was raised under his same strict regimen. Although she didn't feel she had much to ascend to, Lyanni was very attentive to all her lessons and laws, perhaps even more so than her brother. He already knew there was something good planned fro him. Lyanni didn't. But her brother's relaxed nature always made her feel jealous and see him as unfit.
Lyanni was quick to earn a nickname as the Lion or 'Lyan' of the household. The more she learned about obedience, the more she expected everyone to be so. Overall, her childhood was rather wasted not breaking rules and keeping busy with studies. She made no friends and proudly admits that she has always been better off without them.
Reaching her teenage years only got Lyanni thinking more about the unfairness of what her brother was gaining for doing nothing. It eventually led to a rebellious streak, which, though quick-lived, did its damage. At sixteen, she even became pregnant off a Holder boy she never even took the time to learn the name of. It was this that frightened her back to her old lifestyle and Lyanni aborted the child as quickly as she could.
Lyanni was twenty and a new Journeywoman to the Weavers trade when a couple of wher eggs were delivered to her Hold to be raised as night-gaurds. Uncharacteristically curious about what the offspring of a creature she had always looked down upon for their ugly appearance would look like, she snuck in to watch as the eggs hatched for a few frightened Candidates. The Brown mauled a boy, then Impressed to a second, who came to help and was inadvertantly bitten. Meanwhile, an especially hideous Green slunk about, glaring and hissing at the few people present. Her alert nose brought her to a presence she didn't think was in the right place. Lyanni, not wanting to be noticed, didn't move as the Green approached her hiding spot.
It snuffled closer, almost bordering towards harmless as it searched the ground ahead with its nose before stepping forwards. When the Green was only about a fire-lizard length away, she raised her head, hissed, and took Lyanni by surprise by abruptly pouncing on her. She bit down on Lyanni's right shoulder while her claws scrabbled for grip against the girl's chest and thighs. Lyanni screamed and struggled to fight the Green off. Eventually the hatchling calmed down somewhat, but wouldn't leave. Obviously Lyanni had been discovered by now, and every attempt to make the Green go away by anyone only made it more vicious towards people. She had Lyanni and was keeping her.
Suddenly, although very against any of her wishes, Lyanni actually had someting to do in life. She had studied trades but found them all dull. Much as she despised the idea of being a wherhandler, Lyask was a mystery and Lyanni slowly felt more and more pulled towards the ugly little creature.
Only recently has Lyanni gone to the Labyrinth, deciding to take up a place in what she views as the true home of wherhandlers everywhere and a good place to hide from her parent's despair at their daughter Impressing a wher, and a Green of all things. No-one at the Labyrinth strikes her fancy, but keeping to herself is, at least, easy enough in the myriad tunnels of the giant cave. If those of higher rank don't just abruptly turn and ban her, Lyanni and Lyask may have found a place they would could to stay.
Pets: -
Other: She has some Weaver skills, but isn't all that creative with them.
-If a Handler:
Wher Name: Lyask (Lee-ask)
Wher Age: 11
Wher Size: At the shoulder, Lyask is of middle size, about 11 hands. From nose to the base of her tail she is larger, about 14 hands. Wings and tail are both stubby, adding only about 4 hands to her size.
Wher Appearance: Many people say whers are ugly, but Lyask is quite the epitome. Her shade matches that of a baby's vomit, a sickly drab sort of olive shade. Her wings and tail seem especially stubby while her legs, especially her hind ones, are longer than they need to be. There are large, jutting ridges over her eyes that give the illusion of Lyask's eyes being sunken in, and they are oddly large, but probably worse than those of the average wher, but in any light. She lives practically through scent, hearing and touch, rarely relying on what she sees.
As one could imagine with her especially bad eyesight, Lyask's nose is usually planted against the ground and her head is usually cocked slightly to pick up noises. When moving, she either keeps up a quick and smooth lope or a fairly awkward, stumbling walk. Only gaits that allow full extension of her legs allow Lyask the slightest bit of grace when moving. For some reason, Lyask has a habit of always keeping her wings half-spread (pitiful as they are) when she runs. They do nothing to her speed, but manage to make her look a little odder than she already does.
Wher Personality: Some people think that Lyanni is not-so-nice (to say the least). Lyask is the high point of that too. She is a very protective wher and she hates pretty-much everyone and everything but Hers. Although she knows better than to attack for no reason, it take very little to provoke her. She especially seems to despise fire-lizards and their noisy, fluttering presence is usually enough to make her want to eat them, or at least cause lots of damage.
Although she doesn't really have the attention span to take the time to figure out what she sees, Lyask's other sense are very finely tuned to her surroundings. New presences are usually picked up the moment they are within hearing distance, and Lyask likes to investigate by tentatively nibbling at the thing if its not something she recognizes. Although this testing is never meant to hurt, it does tend to frighten. When she senses fright, it does irritate Lyask and that's when someone is in trouble. Luckily, she is very obedient to Lyanni and when told to drop off of a victim, she will usually do so without hesitation.
Color Code: olivedrab or 6B8E23
Password: Numbweed
Age: 31
Rank: Green Wherhandler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Dainty is what escapes Lyanni. She is tall, bordering on six feet. Her feet are on the large side, built for strength and balance, not squeezing into fancy shoes. Her shoulders are not broad, but the posture Lyanni keeps gives the illusion of there being more to them than her is. Hands are calloused with work and not slender, but very controlled. Like the rest of her, Lyanni's bosom is lean, not much to admire. Once she had skin as as bronze as anyone who's lived a life out in the sun should be, but becoming a wherhandler has shrunk the time she has outside and, as is usual with her tan, it faded quickly. Although it doesn't take much to get at least a little color to her skin, Lyanni is not nearly as tan as she was growing up and the whole idea of having to live without sun a lot irritates her.
Strict posture is always seen in Lyanni's stance. She would not hunch if offered all the Marks on Pern to do so. Her high chin, straight back, and even shoulders give her a look of much more rank than Lyanni actually holds, and if not for the Green usually by her side, at a glance people may expect more of her than there really is.
Long and angular is how anyone would describe Lyanni's face. The bridge of her nose is very pronounced and then, ending square and straight as everything else about her. Thin and usually pressed in a firm line, her lips are little different. Her eyes have an average shape and size to them, and her irises are a cool blue-green. On some days the flecks of green seem to be darker and denser, others lighter and sparse, but the base shade of blue never seems to vary.
Something about Lyanni, perhaps the fine arch of her eyebrows or the aloof expression the overall firm set of face, seems to give off the idea of someone totally without feeling. She is not one to express through body language or faces, and her voice is little different, always keeping up a cool tone that has a tendency of making people feel Lyanni thinks she is very above them, which she does.
Hair is something Lyanni would probably rather do without, although she lets hers grow out to her shoulderblades. Every morning is a ritual of quickly brushing through it, throwing it into a runnertail, and forgetting it. Once up and out of the way, she doesn't worry about it until night when she lets it down again. Only for Gathers does Lyanni try to put a little more work into styling her hair.
Dark brown is the winning shade of Lyanni's hair, although it has been faded somewhat by the sun. Her roots always seem to be darker while the tips are lighter, having had more time for the sun to drain their color. Even with the small amount of time she spends out in daylight now, this look seems to have kept up. Although not lustrous or particularly bodied, Lyanni's hair is thick.
Personality: Strict. Lyanni does now allow lenience in herself and doesn't like to see it in others. She is a wherhandler, and only of a Green at that, but orders fall easily from her mouth and she expects them to be obeyed. Lyanni knows where her place is, but wishes that it wasn't where she was, and if she's going to give people any respect, she expects to recieve it to. Goldhandler, Goldrider, Weyrleader, Lord Holder... rank makes little difference to Lyanni. She expects to be listened to. Strictly. But, on the other hand, when given an order (with good reason) she is as determined to fill it out as anyone could be.
Schedules are as important to Lyanni as breathing. Every day she has the same ritual, variances to it are more than unsettling, they are like a stab in the heart. She even wakes up and goes to sleep at practically the same time every day, her internal clock has been perfected over the Turns. Those who get in the way of Lyanni's schedule pay for it. She has free time set aside, people can waste their presence then.
Very slow to like or trust anyone, Lyanni has enough faith in herself to feel she can mostly avoid relationships with anyone. Independent could be her middle name, for Lyanni has never been one prone to asking for help on things and doing projects alone is how she does them best. Lyanni is not a team player and will avoid groups if she can or quickly get her part over with and then start taking over those of others. What she does, she likes to see done herself. Other people really aren't needed because she thinks she'll be better.
As her usual aloof expression and cool tone of voice Lyanni keeps up would imply, letting her actual feelings show basically doesn't happen. She rarely has good opinions of people or things anyways, so the fact that that is what always shows isn't too off from how she usually really feels. But one is likely never to hear her laugh, never to see her smile or even hint at being pleased by anything. Anger, sadness, fear, excitement, everything is hidden from the public. Lyanni keeps very careful control over her emotions and though she may break down in solitude, when others are around she is her usual stony self.
Although Lyanni's sexual interests are towards men, she may as well have none for she never builds on anything. It's not unheard of, but Lyanni rarely keeps company overnight (supposing she actually had some in the day) and is very careful about who she does allow into her bed (or whether she allows herself into someone else's). Lyask's Runs don't usually excessively affect her, so even those odd nights could leave Lyanni by herself and some unlucky other handler struggling for control.
Of the few things she does like, Lyanni is extremely possesive. Not loyal, not friendly or admiring, but a bit more controlling and, in her way, devoted. Loyalty is only for herself and Lyask. Lyanni doesn't believe she's come upon another human or creature who deserves that from her yet, and doesn't expect to. But it does show when she likes something, and usually in a way the something (if it can) will come to appreciate (but very slowly).
History: Although over only a minor Hold, Lyanni was the child of a Lord Holder. The problem was and still is, she is the second. As the grew older, it became more apparent that she would also be the last. Her older brother would be who ascended to take the leading position, but Lyanni was raised under his same strict regimen. Although she didn't feel she had much to ascend to, Lyanni was very attentive to all her lessons and laws, perhaps even more so than her brother. He already knew there was something good planned fro him. Lyanni didn't. But her brother's relaxed nature always made her feel jealous and see him as unfit.
Lyanni was quick to earn a nickname as the Lion or 'Lyan' of the household. The more she learned about obedience, the more she expected everyone to be so. Overall, her childhood was rather wasted not breaking rules and keeping busy with studies. She made no friends and proudly admits that she has always been better off without them.
Reaching her teenage years only got Lyanni thinking more about the unfairness of what her brother was gaining for doing nothing. It eventually led to a rebellious streak, which, though quick-lived, did its damage. At sixteen, she even became pregnant off a Holder boy she never even took the time to learn the name of. It was this that frightened her back to her old lifestyle and Lyanni aborted the child as quickly as she could.
Lyanni was twenty and a new Journeywoman to the Weavers trade when a couple of wher eggs were delivered to her Hold to be raised as night-gaurds. Uncharacteristically curious about what the offspring of a creature she had always looked down upon for their ugly appearance would look like, she snuck in to watch as the eggs hatched for a few frightened Candidates. The Brown mauled a boy, then Impressed to a second, who came to help and was inadvertantly bitten. Meanwhile, an especially hideous Green slunk about, glaring and hissing at the few people present. Her alert nose brought her to a presence she didn't think was in the right place. Lyanni, not wanting to be noticed, didn't move as the Green approached her hiding spot.
It snuffled closer, almost bordering towards harmless as it searched the ground ahead with its nose before stepping forwards. When the Green was only about a fire-lizard length away, she raised her head, hissed, and took Lyanni by surprise by abruptly pouncing on her. She bit down on Lyanni's right shoulder while her claws scrabbled for grip against the girl's chest and thighs. Lyanni screamed and struggled to fight the Green off. Eventually the hatchling calmed down somewhat, but wouldn't leave. Obviously Lyanni had been discovered by now, and every attempt to make the Green go away by anyone only made it more vicious towards people. She had Lyanni and was keeping her.
Suddenly, although very against any of her wishes, Lyanni actually had someting to do in life. She had studied trades but found them all dull. Much as she despised the idea of being a wherhandler, Lyask was a mystery and Lyanni slowly felt more and more pulled towards the ugly little creature.
Only recently has Lyanni gone to the Labyrinth, deciding to take up a place in what she views as the true home of wherhandlers everywhere and a good place to hide from her parent's despair at their daughter Impressing a wher, and a Green of all things. No-one at the Labyrinth strikes her fancy, but keeping to herself is, at least, easy enough in the myriad tunnels of the giant cave. If those of higher rank don't just abruptly turn and ban her, Lyanni and Lyask may have found a place they would could to stay.
Pets: -
Other: She has some Weaver skills, but isn't all that creative with them.
-If a Handler:
Wher Name: Lyask (Lee-ask)
Wher Age: 11
Wher Size: At the shoulder, Lyask is of middle size, about 11 hands. From nose to the base of her tail she is larger, about 14 hands. Wings and tail are both stubby, adding only about 4 hands to her size.
Wher Appearance: Many people say whers are ugly, but Lyask is quite the epitome. Her shade matches that of a baby's vomit, a sickly drab sort of olive shade. Her wings and tail seem especially stubby while her legs, especially her hind ones, are longer than they need to be. There are large, jutting ridges over her eyes that give the illusion of Lyask's eyes being sunken in, and they are oddly large, but probably worse than those of the average wher, but in any light. She lives practically through scent, hearing and touch, rarely relying on what she sees.
As one could imagine with her especially bad eyesight, Lyask's nose is usually planted against the ground and her head is usually cocked slightly to pick up noises. When moving, she either keeps up a quick and smooth lope or a fairly awkward, stumbling walk. Only gaits that allow full extension of her legs allow Lyask the slightest bit of grace when moving. For some reason, Lyask has a habit of always keeping her wings half-spread (pitiful as they are) when she runs. They do nothing to her speed, but manage to make her look a little odder than she already does.
Wher Personality: Some people think that Lyanni is not-so-nice (to say the least). Lyask is the high point of that too. She is a very protective wher and she hates pretty-much everyone and everything but Hers. Although she knows better than to attack for no reason, it take very little to provoke her. She especially seems to despise fire-lizards and their noisy, fluttering presence is usually enough to make her want to eat them, or at least cause lots of damage.
Although she doesn't really have the attention span to take the time to figure out what she sees, Lyask's other sense are very finely tuned to her surroundings. New presences are usually picked up the moment they are within hearing distance, and Lyask likes to investigate by tentatively nibbling at the thing if its not something she recognizes. Although this testing is never meant to hurt, it does tend to frighten. When she senses fright, it does irritate Lyask and that's when someone is in trouble. Luckily, she is very obedient to Lyanni and when told to drop off of a victim, she will usually do so without hesitation.
Color Code: olivedrab or 6B8E23
Password: Numbweed
