Post by ShadowReine on Jun 14, 2008 18:29:44 GMT -5
Name: Silia
Age: 20
Rank: Wherhandler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Deceptively fragile. Barely five feet tall, and looking like she weighs no more than a hundred pounds...deceptive, due to the fact that she has developed strength and muscle mass. Her hair is medium brown and she wears it cut in a short, practical style, that happens to emphasize the delicacy of her features, with a slightly pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes are grey blue and sparkle with mischief. The natural tone of her skin is pale, perhaps that shade a cosmeticist would call 'alabaster'. All of this would tend towards her attracting such adjectives as 'pretty' or 'cute'.
She prefers to wear blues and greys and is only seen in a skirt for Gathers and other such special occasions. Her voice is a light soprano and although she is not exactly Harper material, it has the musical quality of a decent singer.
Personality:
Small person syndrome. You know how sometimes short people have big personalities and egos to make up for it? That's Silia in a nutshell.
She is, for one thing, loud in her body language and her voice. She wears her heart on her sleeve, whatever she is feeling, half the Weyr will know it. Fortunately, those tend to be positive emotions. She is resilient, seldom ends up down, and while she has a short temper, it's short in both senses. She never stays mad with anyone.
Silia has an odd sense of duty. She respects dragonriders a lot, with their glamor and their flying, flaming beasts. She simply does not feel she is right to become one of them. This is in no small part due to her nocturnal tendencies; where most humans struggle on a night shift, she thrives. She's also frankly not that keen on flying. On the other hand, she's fond of draconics of all kinds, to the point of having seriously considered taking dragonhealer training. She also considered being a starcrafter...but way too much math!
She may seem to be flighty, but is in fact quite responsible. Sure, she parties hard...after she's done her job. Oh, and she's a shameless flirt, often with both genders. She's not likely to seek out a serious, long term relationship, but she isn't a total very *friendly* person either and certainly has plenty of control over her urges.
History:
Silia was born the only daughter of a Beastcrafter and a Healer. Her mother died when she was six months old, a fever she caught from a patient. Her father did not marry again.
He did, however, dote on his daughter, who inherited his eyes and her mother's small frame. He encouraged her to pursue anything she wished and often gave her what she wanted. In short, he spoiled her rotten.
This was the major source of her procrastination over a career. She contemplated healing, and then dragonhealing. When she discovered she was happiest when she stayed up all night, she studied with a starcrafter, but found she could not handle the math. She talked to crafters of every craft. When she was thirteen, she found her father was not living alone after all.
He was sleeping with a rider. A male rider. At first, this shocked her, but then she came round to it. She truly loved him too much to begrudge him happiness regardless of the source.
Then his lover suggested she should stand for a clutch. She did, once, but with so few dragons, she found herself feeling guilty, and the two dud eggs upset her. After that, she decided not to Stand again, but found herself pushed slowly but surely into the role of a woman of the lower caverns. Not wishing to be a rider when so many others did, growing too old to apprentice, she became frustrated with her life.
Then a casual comment was made in her hearing. An egg heavy wher? Keeping some of the eggs for the Weyr? Selia was 17, still young enough to be a candidate. She loved draconics, loved the darkness, and frankly...somebody had to deal with the whers. Somebody had to accept the less glamorous role.
Might it as well be her?
She bonded at that hatching to blue Silisk.
Pets: Barred firelizard Veetol, blue firelizard Sapphire
Other: Nothing comes to mind, just bear in mind she's after a wher, -not- a dragon
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Wher Name: Silisk
Wher Age: 1
Wher Size: Thirteen hands two inches at the shoulder, seventeen hands one inch long
Wher Color: Blue
A little on the small side and a little on the dark side, Silisk is a well proportioned wher. His wings are short even for a wher, and thus, he has little endurance in the air, although he's quick when he does get off the ground. He's even quicker on the ground, built for agility when running. His hide is even, with no variance.
Wher Personality:
As his handler goes through the world with attitude, so does Silisk...in that sense, they are a well matched pair. In fact, Silisk dislikes everyone and everything on Pern with two exceptions: His handler and a green that happens to be running right at that moment. He particularly hates firelizards, and is likely to eat one if Silia ever dared to Impress. He's not sharing! With time he will tolerate a friend or lover, but he would never show affection to anyone except Silia herself. Not being particularly bright (he's a blue wher, after all), he has to be convinced of his duty by her constantly...and lessons and duties are a source of much grumbling. Especially if they involve team work.
Color Code: 6633FF
[Password: Needlethorn
Age: 20
Rank: Wherhandler
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Deceptively fragile. Barely five feet tall, and looking like she weighs no more than a hundred pounds...deceptive, due to the fact that she has developed strength and muscle mass. Her hair is medium brown and she wears it cut in a short, practical style, that happens to emphasize the delicacy of her features, with a slightly pointed chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes are grey blue and sparkle with mischief. The natural tone of her skin is pale, perhaps that shade a cosmeticist would call 'alabaster'. All of this would tend towards her attracting such adjectives as 'pretty' or 'cute'.
She prefers to wear blues and greys and is only seen in a skirt for Gathers and other such special occasions. Her voice is a light soprano and although she is not exactly Harper material, it has the musical quality of a decent singer.
Personality:
Small person syndrome. You know how sometimes short people have big personalities and egos to make up for it? That's Silia in a nutshell.
She is, for one thing, loud in her body language and her voice. She wears her heart on her sleeve, whatever she is feeling, half the Weyr will know it. Fortunately, those tend to be positive emotions. She is resilient, seldom ends up down, and while she has a short temper, it's short in both senses. She never stays mad with anyone.
Silia has an odd sense of duty. She respects dragonriders a lot, with their glamor and their flying, flaming beasts. She simply does not feel she is right to become one of them. This is in no small part due to her nocturnal tendencies; where most humans struggle on a night shift, she thrives. She's also frankly not that keen on flying. On the other hand, she's fond of draconics of all kinds, to the point of having seriously considered taking dragonhealer training. She also considered being a starcrafter...but way too much math!
She may seem to be flighty, but is in fact quite responsible. Sure, she parties hard...after she's done her job. Oh, and she's a shameless flirt, often with both genders. She's not likely to seek out a serious, long term relationship, but she isn't a total very *friendly* person either and certainly has plenty of control over her urges.
History:
Silia was born the only daughter of a Beastcrafter and a Healer. Her mother died when she was six months old, a fever she caught from a patient. Her father did not marry again.
He did, however, dote on his daughter, who inherited his eyes and her mother's small frame. He encouraged her to pursue anything she wished and often gave her what she wanted. In short, he spoiled her rotten.
This was the major source of her procrastination over a career. She contemplated healing, and then dragonhealing. When she discovered she was happiest when she stayed up all night, she studied with a starcrafter, but found she could not handle the math. She talked to crafters of every craft. When she was thirteen, she found her father was not living alone after all.
He was sleeping with a rider. A male rider. At first, this shocked her, but then she came round to it. She truly loved him too much to begrudge him happiness regardless of the source.
Then his lover suggested she should stand for a clutch. She did, once, but with so few dragons, she found herself feeling guilty, and the two dud eggs upset her. After that, she decided not to Stand again, but found herself pushed slowly but surely into the role of a woman of the lower caverns. Not wishing to be a rider when so many others did, growing too old to apprentice, she became frustrated with her life.
Then a casual comment was made in her hearing. An egg heavy wher? Keeping some of the eggs for the Weyr? Selia was 17, still young enough to be a candidate. She loved draconics, loved the darkness, and frankly...somebody had to deal with the whers. Somebody had to accept the less glamorous role.
Might it as well be her?
She bonded at that hatching to blue Silisk.
Pets: Barred firelizard Veetol, blue firelizard Sapphire
Other: Nothing comes to mind, just bear in mind she's after a wher, -not- a dragon
.Wher Name: Silisk
Wher Age: 1
Wher Size: Thirteen hands two inches at the shoulder, seventeen hands one inch long
Wher Color: Blue
A little on the small side and a little on the dark side, Silisk is a well proportioned wher. His wings are short even for a wher, and thus, he has little endurance in the air, although he's quick when he does get off the ground. He's even quicker on the ground, built for agility when running. His hide is even, with no variance.
Wher Personality:
As his handler goes through the world with attitude, so does Silisk...in that sense, they are a well matched pair. In fact, Silisk dislikes everyone and everything on Pern with two exceptions: His handler and a green that happens to be running right at that moment. He particularly hates firelizards, and is likely to eat one if Silia ever dared to Impress. He's not sharing! With time he will tolerate a friend or lover, but he would never show affection to anyone except Silia herself. Not being particularly bright (he's a blue wher, after all), he has to be convinced of his duty by her constantly...and lessons and duties are a source of much grumbling. Especially if they involve team work.
Color Code: 6633FF
[Password: Needlethorn
