Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 14, 2010 18:06:19 GMT -5
Name: Sabrenti (Sabre)
Age: 38
Rank: Gold Handler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Het
Appearance:
Sabre is as thin as her name, with long, lean muscles that fit her equally long body. For she stands at approximately six foot two, and weighs one hundred and sixty pounds, which is a perfectly healthy weight, perhaps even on the light side. She tight-braids her long hair from the crown of her head to where it ends at her waist, and weaves a spiked-strap into it to give opponents a nasty shock. Her left, not her right, hand is permanently cocked after the manner of a professional swordsman- er…woman. For belted at her waist is a longsword, and one of good quality.
Her wardrobe consists of wide-sleeved, billowy shirts blacker than the cloudy night sky, which are lashed tight about her wrists with strips of black leather. Her darkly coloured leggings cling suggestively to her long muscles in her calves and thighs, belted by a wide leather belt dyed a startlingly clear blue. That belt is the only thing that can be seen by anyone who holds a glow at night, for the rest of her blends in so well with the darkness.
Tall boots end just below her knees, and have a layer of steel sewn between two layers of leather, as well as short iron spikes studding the soles.
Personality:
Appearances don’t lie, at least not with Sabre. She is an accomplished swordswoman, and quite good at hand-to-hand fighting as well. She used to tussle with her fellow apprentices, until the shame of being beaten by a girl became too much, and the boys wouldn’t wrestle with her anymore. She was that good.
Patient as the feline poised to bring down easy prey, Sabre waits for fights to be taken to her. This strategy works not only in the Gather-ring, but also with problems between fellow wher Handlers. As a gold Handler, she is a mediator, and problem solver. She’s also seen as a maternal figure, as Sabresk is one of the most active breeding golds, have led Runs twice every Turn for the past six. While not one of those who is heavily affected by her wher’s moods, they do have a presence in her behavior.
The bastard daughter of a Lord- now deceased- Sabre still often speaks as if a high-ranking Holder. Her manner is sometimes imperious, and she can be high-handed.
History:
Sabre was born the sole surviving babe of a rare group of triplets. It was whispered, among the midwives, that she had stolen the life meant for her siblings, for the two before her had been stillbirths, and then came Sabre, as lively a babe as a mother could wish. Midwives, because Sabre was born to Lord Keroon, and one of his ladies. For the first several Turns of her life, she was taught by a Harper, as were all of the Lord’s children.
In her seventh Turn, Lady Keroon’s gold, Jebal, clutched. The eggs were separated into egg pots, and set before the Hold’s main hearth. The Steward’s son was put to charge of the pots, making sure to turn them every so often, so that one side did not get colder than the other, and check the actual egg to estimate the time of Hatching. As the critical date grew near, the eggs were distributed to those the Lady wished to curry favor with- the Harper, both Healers, several of the Beastherders, and even some at the Weyr. Just before the Hatching, the only egg left on the hearth was the one that was to go to the Steward’s son, as a thank-you for his good work.
It was late at night, after Sabre got back from a visit with the Hold’s brown, that she discovered the boy asleep. With that maliciously sneaky air that seven-Turn-olds can have, she pilfered the heavy pot, and took it up several windy and twisty stairs to her room. Nursie was sleeping when she got back, so she stuck the pot as near the dying coals of her fire as she dared, and watched it.
Dawn found her lying with one arm around the egg pot, which was really a jar meant for storing mosstea. Over the Turn, the scent had soaked into the clay. Nursie smelled the mosstea, and assumed that her little nursling had a tummy ache. Her poor vision worked in Sabre’s favor that day, though not when she was dosed liberally with mosstea and dragged down to breakfast after having the ash dusted off yesterday’s tunic. Little Sabre hid the meat from her breakfast in her napkin, and took it back upstairs. By a staggering coincidence, the egg that was supposed to go to the seventeen-Turn-old boy, that was supposed to be a blue or green, Hatched out a tiny, damp, bronze lizard. Breakfast meat proved to be just enough to sate a hatchling.
The Hold’s reactions were split down the center. Half were astonished that the troublesome child had managed such a devious act, and half thought it rather funny. Lord Keroon, her father at arm’s length, was of the latter camp; the Steward’s son, of the former.
Unlike her half-sibs, Sabre was always rough-housing with the Hold-boys. And instead of coming back to get taken care of in the Infirmary, she’d go hide in the watch-wher’s lair. The ugly reptile developed a fondness for Sabre, and she with it, though the brown was bonded to the Hold’s Steward.
Perhaps it was this that convinced Lord Keroon to send his bastard daughter to the wher Hall. Or mayhap it was the lack of a Keroonese representative at that Craft. Whatever the reason, Sabre was sent- with a full contingent of mounted guards- by runner to the Miner’s GuildHall, where many wher-handlers had sent up shop.
It was two and a half Turns before Sabre so much as had the chance for a wher egg, as her Masters seemed intent on teaching her how to not pummel her fellow apprentices into bloody pulps. She wasn’t well liked by the mother gold, Kiresk, and escaped the Hatching cavern with a slashed arm, and her pride shattered. The other breeding gold at the Hall, Arask, liked Sabre, but in a very much passive sort of way. At the very least, she didn’t savage Sabre as had Kiresk.
Sabre, along with seventeen other candidates, watched over the fifteen-egg clutch, waiting for it to hatch. As the only high-ranking girl, she took up residence near the egg that was rumored to be the queen egg, and stayed over it with such an air that many thought it dangerous to approach her just then.
The egg Hatched out a bronze. Sabre abandoned it to a boy, and nearly stumbled over the second hatchling. This one was Golden, though she didn’t look it at the time. Her damp hide looked more brown, but she headbutted the stumbling Sabre, and licked a scab on her calf. The pressure from that rough tongue removed the scab, and Sabre’s blood entered the little queen’s body…
At first horrified, because she thought she had Bonded to a brown, Sabre tried to disown the fawning thing. But, after the egg-damp had dried, she realized that she had, indeed, Bonded to her precious gold.
Wherling training passed fairly quickly for Sabre and Sabresk. Everyone deferred to her as she thought they should, and even her Masters were more courteous to her than strict protocol demanded. Much of that was her rank- as a Gold-handler, she rose more quickly than, say, a green-handler- but also, her attitude had changed. She was quiet, and deferent to her Masters, which startled the boys she still tussled with. She had by then moved on to sword-fighting, and occasionally, she would re-arrange her schedule to allow for a trip to a nearby Gather. There, she’d pit herself against swordsmen from Holds all over the North.
Sabre was in her twentieth Turn when she made Journeywoman. Normally, that would mean that her Masters would choose postings for her, but being a GOLD-handler meant that she got a say in where she went. There were three choices available for a wher-handler. They could a) take up in the Mines, hauling whatever the mine produced and warning the Miners of potentially dangerous gases. Or, b) they could explore the unmapped regions of the Southern Continent, mapping it as they went. The third option was Hold duty- being the watchdog- pardon, watch-wher of a major Hold. Option D) was the task of taking over the nightshift at a Weyr, and letting those dragons have a normal day.
Not surprisingly, Sabre chose Option B, Exploring and Mapping. She and Sabresk journeyed to the Southern Continent on the worthy ship Thunderous Hale. Sabresk carried several packs, including clothing, mapmaking tools, and bed furs.
During the next ten Turns, Sabre traveled, taking up with other exploring wher-handlers, and mayhap letting Sabresk mate. The gold didn’t mate often, and had never thrown a gold egg until about eight Turns ago.
Eight Turns ago, Sabre and Sabresk settled into a cave, one fairly close to the present-day Nyocia Weyr. They settled because Sabresk was about to lay her biggest clutch thus far- twenty eggs. A fire-lizard message to the Hall brought candidates down, and the eggs distributed to Northen Halls and Holds. They didn’t last long, because about a Turn later, Thread fell once more from Pern’s skies. Sabre and Sabresk returned to the Northern Continent to rally the remaining whers, but they never made it.
The ship ran into a fleeing vessel, the Sunrise Lady, the crew terrified and talking absolute gibberish. Sabre’s ship – Clear Hope – turned tail, and fled back to the dubious safety of Nyocia Weyr.
Sabre and Sabresk have taken up residence in what is now known as the Wher Labyrinth. They preside as the ranking pair, and teach the wherlings.
Pets:
Name: Akila
Age: 29
Size: 41 centimetres
Color: A fairly even hue, Akila reminds the viewer of the sands of Igen, especially after being oiled.
Personality: Less bubbly than in his youth, Akila tends to perch on either Sabre’s shoulder, tail loosely slung about her neck, or on Sabresk’s back, watching the world go by from the back of a large queen. He is quite taken with Sabresk, and seems determined to make himself ‘special’ to her. That includes bringing her tidbits from his meals, and killing anything that might possibly harm her eggs.
Color Code: FFFFCC
Name: Kelna
Age: Two Turns
Size: 40 centimetres
Color: Kelna is a patchy bronze, much darker than Akila. He is especially dark around the wings and head.
Personality: Curious as the day is long, and nosy to boot, Kelna tags along after Akila. The older bronze seems frustrated with him, but Kelna never learns. In that respect, he’s rather…slow.
Color Code: FF8C00
Name: Chartreuse
Age: Two Turns
Size: 21 centimetres
Color: spring-green barred
Personality: Chartreuse is an excitable barred, loving to stir up as much mayhem as possible, when possible. She does not enjoy motherhood, although flights are the best thing in her world.
Color Code: 7FFF00
Name: Echidna
Age: Two Turns
Size: 23 centimetres
Color: Silver barred
Personality: Echidna is more placid than her sister, and would like nothing more than to spend her days cuddled up with a handsome brown.
Color Code: F0FFF0
Name: India
Age: Two Turns
Size: 19 centimetres
Color: Purest green
Personality: Very much a daddy’s little girl, India prefers to spend her time with her father, Akila, and doesn’t seem too fond of her siblings.
Color Code: 228B22
Other:
-If a Handler:
Wher Name: Sabresk (Sa bre ‘sk)
Wher Age: 20
Wher Size: 22 hands at the shoulder, 28 hands from nose to base of tail, tail adds another 11 hands
Wher Color:
One of the paler golds, Sabresk’s color bleeds into the spectrum commonly reserved for bronzes. The effect is an orange-y gold, where the colors shifts in deep folds to appear almost rosy when viewed in full sunlight. Though, of course, Sabresk hates full day, and only emerges at night. So much of her is enveloped in darkness, except what is illuminated by glows.
Wher Personality:
Sabresk is, at twenty Turns, seems almost more feline than wher. Her movement would be better described as stalking, and she carries herself with the grace and air of dominant feline. Bulky as her frame is, she manages to seem as graceful as- as perhaps even a dragon, though perhaps a clumsy dragon. No denying, though, that there is a certain, shall we say, finesse, in her moves.
Color Code: FFDAB9
Password: Needlethorn
Age: 38
Rank: Gold Handler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Het
Appearance:
Sabre is as thin as her name, with long, lean muscles that fit her equally long body. For she stands at approximately six foot two, and weighs one hundred and sixty pounds, which is a perfectly healthy weight, perhaps even on the light side. She tight-braids her long hair from the crown of her head to where it ends at her waist, and weaves a spiked-strap into it to give opponents a nasty shock. Her left, not her right, hand is permanently cocked after the manner of a professional swordsman- er…woman. For belted at her waist is a longsword, and one of good quality.
Her wardrobe consists of wide-sleeved, billowy shirts blacker than the cloudy night sky, which are lashed tight about her wrists with strips of black leather. Her darkly coloured leggings cling suggestively to her long muscles in her calves and thighs, belted by a wide leather belt dyed a startlingly clear blue. That belt is the only thing that can be seen by anyone who holds a glow at night, for the rest of her blends in so well with the darkness.
Tall boots end just below her knees, and have a layer of steel sewn between two layers of leather, as well as short iron spikes studding the soles.
Personality:
Appearances don’t lie, at least not with Sabre. She is an accomplished swordswoman, and quite good at hand-to-hand fighting as well. She used to tussle with her fellow apprentices, until the shame of being beaten by a girl became too much, and the boys wouldn’t wrestle with her anymore. She was that good.
Patient as the feline poised to bring down easy prey, Sabre waits for fights to be taken to her. This strategy works not only in the Gather-ring, but also with problems between fellow wher Handlers. As a gold Handler, she is a mediator, and problem solver. She’s also seen as a maternal figure, as Sabresk is one of the most active breeding golds, have led Runs twice every Turn for the past six. While not one of those who is heavily affected by her wher’s moods, they do have a presence in her behavior.
The bastard daughter of a Lord- now deceased- Sabre still often speaks as if a high-ranking Holder. Her manner is sometimes imperious, and she can be high-handed.
History:
Sabre was born the sole surviving babe of a rare group of triplets. It was whispered, among the midwives, that she had stolen the life meant for her siblings, for the two before her had been stillbirths, and then came Sabre, as lively a babe as a mother could wish. Midwives, because Sabre was born to Lord Keroon, and one of his ladies. For the first several Turns of her life, she was taught by a Harper, as were all of the Lord’s children.
In her seventh Turn, Lady Keroon’s gold, Jebal, clutched. The eggs were separated into egg pots, and set before the Hold’s main hearth. The Steward’s son was put to charge of the pots, making sure to turn them every so often, so that one side did not get colder than the other, and check the actual egg to estimate the time of Hatching. As the critical date grew near, the eggs were distributed to those the Lady wished to curry favor with- the Harper, both Healers, several of the Beastherders, and even some at the Weyr. Just before the Hatching, the only egg left on the hearth was the one that was to go to the Steward’s son, as a thank-you for his good work.
It was late at night, after Sabre got back from a visit with the Hold’s brown, that she discovered the boy asleep. With that maliciously sneaky air that seven-Turn-olds can have, she pilfered the heavy pot, and took it up several windy and twisty stairs to her room. Nursie was sleeping when she got back, so she stuck the pot as near the dying coals of her fire as she dared, and watched it.
Dawn found her lying with one arm around the egg pot, which was really a jar meant for storing mosstea. Over the Turn, the scent had soaked into the clay. Nursie smelled the mosstea, and assumed that her little nursling had a tummy ache. Her poor vision worked in Sabre’s favor that day, though not when she was dosed liberally with mosstea and dragged down to breakfast after having the ash dusted off yesterday’s tunic. Little Sabre hid the meat from her breakfast in her napkin, and took it back upstairs. By a staggering coincidence, the egg that was supposed to go to the seventeen-Turn-old boy, that was supposed to be a blue or green, Hatched out a tiny, damp, bronze lizard. Breakfast meat proved to be just enough to sate a hatchling.
The Hold’s reactions were split down the center. Half were astonished that the troublesome child had managed such a devious act, and half thought it rather funny. Lord Keroon, her father at arm’s length, was of the latter camp; the Steward’s son, of the former.
Unlike her half-sibs, Sabre was always rough-housing with the Hold-boys. And instead of coming back to get taken care of in the Infirmary, she’d go hide in the watch-wher’s lair. The ugly reptile developed a fondness for Sabre, and she with it, though the brown was bonded to the Hold’s Steward.
Perhaps it was this that convinced Lord Keroon to send his bastard daughter to the wher Hall. Or mayhap it was the lack of a Keroonese representative at that Craft. Whatever the reason, Sabre was sent- with a full contingent of mounted guards- by runner to the Miner’s GuildHall, where many wher-handlers had sent up shop.
It was two and a half Turns before Sabre so much as had the chance for a wher egg, as her Masters seemed intent on teaching her how to not pummel her fellow apprentices into bloody pulps. She wasn’t well liked by the mother gold, Kiresk, and escaped the Hatching cavern with a slashed arm, and her pride shattered. The other breeding gold at the Hall, Arask, liked Sabre, but in a very much passive sort of way. At the very least, she didn’t savage Sabre as had Kiresk.
Sabre, along with seventeen other candidates, watched over the fifteen-egg clutch, waiting for it to hatch. As the only high-ranking girl, she took up residence near the egg that was rumored to be the queen egg, and stayed over it with such an air that many thought it dangerous to approach her just then.
The egg Hatched out a bronze. Sabre abandoned it to a boy, and nearly stumbled over the second hatchling. This one was Golden, though she didn’t look it at the time. Her damp hide looked more brown, but she headbutted the stumbling Sabre, and licked a scab on her calf. The pressure from that rough tongue removed the scab, and Sabre’s blood entered the little queen’s body…
At first horrified, because she thought she had Bonded to a brown, Sabre tried to disown the fawning thing. But, after the egg-damp had dried, she realized that she had, indeed, Bonded to her precious gold.
Wherling training passed fairly quickly for Sabre and Sabresk. Everyone deferred to her as she thought they should, and even her Masters were more courteous to her than strict protocol demanded. Much of that was her rank- as a Gold-handler, she rose more quickly than, say, a green-handler- but also, her attitude had changed. She was quiet, and deferent to her Masters, which startled the boys she still tussled with. She had by then moved on to sword-fighting, and occasionally, she would re-arrange her schedule to allow for a trip to a nearby Gather. There, she’d pit herself against swordsmen from Holds all over the North.
Sabre was in her twentieth Turn when she made Journeywoman. Normally, that would mean that her Masters would choose postings for her, but being a GOLD-handler meant that she got a say in where she went. There were three choices available for a wher-handler. They could a) take up in the Mines, hauling whatever the mine produced and warning the Miners of potentially dangerous gases. Or, b) they could explore the unmapped regions of the Southern Continent, mapping it as they went. The third option was Hold duty- being the watchdog- pardon, watch-wher of a major Hold. Option D) was the task of taking over the nightshift at a Weyr, and letting those dragons have a normal day.
Not surprisingly, Sabre chose Option B, Exploring and Mapping. She and Sabresk journeyed to the Southern Continent on the worthy ship Thunderous Hale. Sabresk carried several packs, including clothing, mapmaking tools, and bed furs.
During the next ten Turns, Sabre traveled, taking up with other exploring wher-handlers, and mayhap letting Sabresk mate. The gold didn’t mate often, and had never thrown a gold egg until about eight Turns ago.
Eight Turns ago, Sabre and Sabresk settled into a cave, one fairly close to the present-day Nyocia Weyr. They settled because Sabresk was about to lay her biggest clutch thus far- twenty eggs. A fire-lizard message to the Hall brought candidates down, and the eggs distributed to Northen Halls and Holds. They didn’t last long, because about a Turn later, Thread fell once more from Pern’s skies. Sabre and Sabresk returned to the Northern Continent to rally the remaining whers, but they never made it.
The ship ran into a fleeing vessel, the Sunrise Lady, the crew terrified and talking absolute gibberish. Sabre’s ship – Clear Hope – turned tail, and fled back to the dubious safety of Nyocia Weyr.
Sabre and Sabresk have taken up residence in what is now known as the Wher Labyrinth. They preside as the ranking pair, and teach the wherlings.
Pets:
Name: Akila
Age: 29
Size: 41 centimetres
Color: A fairly even hue, Akila reminds the viewer of the sands of Igen, especially after being oiled.
Personality: Less bubbly than in his youth, Akila tends to perch on either Sabre’s shoulder, tail loosely slung about her neck, or on Sabresk’s back, watching the world go by from the back of a large queen. He is quite taken with Sabresk, and seems determined to make himself ‘special’ to her. That includes bringing her tidbits from his meals, and killing anything that might possibly harm her eggs.
Color Code: FFFFCC
Name: Kelna
Age: Two Turns
Size: 40 centimetres
Color: Kelna is a patchy bronze, much darker than Akila. He is especially dark around the wings and head.
Personality: Curious as the day is long, and nosy to boot, Kelna tags along after Akila. The older bronze seems frustrated with him, but Kelna never learns. In that respect, he’s rather…slow.
Color Code: FF8C00
Name: Chartreuse
Age: Two Turns
Size: 21 centimetres
Color: spring-green barred
Personality: Chartreuse is an excitable barred, loving to stir up as much mayhem as possible, when possible. She does not enjoy motherhood, although flights are the best thing in her world.
Color Code: 7FFF00
Name: Echidna
Age: Two Turns
Size: 23 centimetres
Color: Silver barred
Personality: Echidna is more placid than her sister, and would like nothing more than to spend her days cuddled up with a handsome brown.
Color Code: F0FFF0
Name: India
Age: Two Turns
Size: 19 centimetres
Color: Purest green
Personality: Very much a daddy’s little girl, India prefers to spend her time with her father, Akila, and doesn’t seem too fond of her siblings.
Color Code: 228B22
Other:
-If a Handler:
Wher Name: Sabresk (Sa bre ‘sk)
Wher Age: 20
Wher Size: 22 hands at the shoulder, 28 hands from nose to base of tail, tail adds another 11 hands
Wher Color:
One of the paler golds, Sabresk’s color bleeds into the spectrum commonly reserved for bronzes. The effect is an orange-y gold, where the colors shifts in deep folds to appear almost rosy when viewed in full sunlight. Though, of course, Sabresk hates full day, and only emerges at night. So much of her is enveloped in darkness, except what is illuminated by glows.
Wher Personality:
Sabresk is, at twenty Turns, seems almost more feline than wher. Her movement would be better described as stalking, and she carries herself with the grace and air of dominant feline. Bulky as her frame is, she manages to seem as graceful as- as perhaps even a dragon, though perhaps a clumsy dragon. No denying, though, that there is a certain, shall we say, finesse, in her moves.
Color Code: FFDAB9
Password: Needlethorn
