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 Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:23 pm
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Name: Finia
Age: 26 27
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: She's not picky~
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Thief/Assassion
Physical Description:
Definitely a woman you would notice right away, Finia has looks and she knows it. She uses them to her advantage whenever it suits her...which is almost all the time. Her hair is a thick golden blonde with streaks of even paler blonde mingled amongst the gold. It's almost always warn up to keep it out of the way with a few rare occasions where she lets it down. When worn down, her hair reaches mid back with a slight wave to it. Her face is nicely proportioned with soft angles and a small, almost delicate nose. Warm caramel brown eyes always seem to hint at promises of a good time yet have a dash of a dangerous, almost predatory, glint to them. Her skin in nicely bronzed from the sun, though it may be hard to notice as once most people make it past her face, they get stuck at her chest. A curse that seems to plague her family, really (insert witty snark here~). Finia has a generous chest and flaunts it with corsets and tight tops. Her bottom wear varies from flowing skirts to stylish pants, depending on what she is dressing for. There is always some sort of concealed weapon on her, something small that might make her opponent laugh. But never underestimate this woman
Personality:
Finia is quite the cunning individual. She has intelligence and uses it to her every advantage. Whether that be through learning the daily routines of a person she is to make quietly disappear. Or knowing just how to work a customer into getting what she wants while making sure their night spent with her is the best they've ever had. She is able to play the game of flattery almost to a fine art, using her words and intonations of her voice to put someone at ease and make them relax around her. All the better to get what she wants. Or slip something into your drink. Finia is not someone to be taken lightly. Especially if you've made a few enemies in Nabol. And always be careful what you drink, for you never know when a beautiful courtesan might slip something into it.
Having grown up a thief before she found her true calling as a hired assassin, Finia has a very hard time trusting anyone fully. This doesn't mean she won't give someone a chance, however. Just that she finds it foolish and stupid to allow someone you know nothing about to learn everything there is about you. She will never give away anything that could be used against her in some way and if she does happen to tell you something personal, it's mostly likely going to be ninety-eight percent a lie. Only someone she has gotten to know very well and learned she can trust will ever get honest information from her. Something that can and does tend to take a while. She usually tests a person, giving them a small piece of personal information that won't hurt her in some way at first. If they don't use it against her or keep it to themselves, she'll slowly divulge more information. This also applies to relationships as well. Finia does not usually have relationships, and if she's seen with anyone for a prolonged period of time, it's most likely only a fling. Part of her is afraid to let any one person get that close to her. But another enjoys the risque type of lifestyle she's currently got.
Finia is quite shameless. She does not know this word. If she wants something from you or is being exceptionally cheeky, she'll be right up in your personal space with complete disregard to if you want her there or not. Oh look, is your lap vacant? Well, that just won't do! She'll plant herself right in your lap and bat her eyelashes at you. Flirting is just another one of the tools in her arsenal. She's learned to master this art through her craft and from observing how the drunks in the taverns act around other courtesans. She'll then test what she's observed to determine what does and doesn't work, honing her skills in the art of shameless flirting. She also learned, through her development of flirtatious behavior and training as a courtesan, how to use her assets to her fullest advantage. She's got a generous bosom and will proudly flaunt this fact on the job. This is mostly done through the clothing she wears, something that will emphasize her curves and bosom and draw the eye away from too sharp a gaze or what might be hidden up her sleeve.
She may not trust easily and she may have a temper on occasion, but Finia does have a sweet side to her. It's usually just reserved for when she's not surrounded by people that need to see the stronger side of her personality. Typically in the quieter hours of the evening or when she is around people she trusts and cares about, Finia will be rather sweet. Especially if it's just her and her sister, Arlii. She very much cherishes these quiet times and chances to relax for a little while. This side of her will also show itself when around the younger crowd. Part of this is due to her fear of ever having her own kids, knowing that the life she lives is not right for raising a child. In addition, any sort of relationship she finds herself in, Finia will have a soft spot for her partner so long as she trusts them. But it will take a lot of time, effort and most importantly, patience for any lover she does find. Even then, she may not confide in them what her real abilities are.
Positive Trait List Intelligent, Protective, Can be Sweet (really, she can!), Patient
Negative Trait List Manipulative, Distrustful of everyone, Shameless, Has a Temper
Other:
- Loves listening to music
- Has a fascination with collecting expensive jewelry (especially gold necklaces)
- Prefers a good cup of wine over klah
- Knows how to wield a knife and is familiar with using a bow and arrow as well
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:23 pm
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H I S T O R Y_______
She really didn't know or care to know what life was like before her uncle was mugged by some b*****d desperate for money. All she remembered was that very real fear that she, her mother and younger sister, Arlii, weren't going to survive the coming winter with too few marks being made to purchase what they needed. Her uncle had been the hard worker of them, a journeyman smith, though his arrogance hadn't won him any friends. There wasn't anyone her family could even turn to for help, as Aynria only had her brother. And their mother refused to tell them anything of their father, saying he wouldn't bother to help them either. Her mother had only been an apprentice weaver, not quite as skilled as some of the others of the craft. And her sister was only a couple turns old while Finia was not much older and too small to do any real work, though her mother began to teach her small things, like washing dishes and cleaning dirty rags. Things that even a small child could potentially find themselves employed for.
Finia was only six turns when she stole her first coin purse. She'd been walking the streets, making her way back home after her mother had sent her out to get some bread and milk, if possible. The woman she stole from had been leaning in to inquire over some grain. And her coin purse had just been hanging right there, loosely tied to her belt haphazardly. Finia hadn't really known what she was doing, but some urge to tug the purse off overcame her and the young girl just....tripped into the woman's skirt and tugged the purse off. She apologized to the woman, received a head pat and was ushered off to find her mother.
That was the first of many such coin purse snatchings. And from there, her thievery skills only grew. Her mother had been furious the first time, pissed the second, and wary the third. After numerous occasions of discovering such 'gifts' from her daughter, Aynria began to teach her daughter how to use whatever she had available to use to her advantage, though she still taught Finia what she could of more...'legal' means of earning marks. Aynria even attempted to teach her daughter a little weaving, or at least how to stitch up and repair clothing.
hen she was about thirteen turns old, Finia was finally caught in the act of stealing. Or rather, she couldn't fib her way out of it this time as she was definitely old enough to know what she was doing was wrong. And not the too sweet little girl doing a 'bad thing' that should go home and not do it again. She got off lightly, choosing to take the truthful route and admitting she didn't have the marks for the medicine her mother needed. Which was the truth as her mother was growing ill and more frail. Though she worked hard at her job and raising a child. Finia was 'punished', having to perform a little bit of community service to make up for her crime. A sevenday of it. Which the guard had felt was a fair enough amount of time to make a young girl realize what she'd done was a Bad Thing.
Four days later Finia was back on the streets and found her next target. A burly man that was harassing a poor vendor just trying to run his stall. The man was too busy arguing to even notice the petite girl that slipped his satchel off his belt. Stupid brute didn't deserve it with the way he was harassing the older man. Finia didn't feel terrible about stealing from him in the least.
When she got a little older, the first and biggest change in her life occurred. She was only seventeen when she committed her first murder. Her mother had become employed by a sharding dimglow of a woman that had no right to be as wealthy as she'd become. There were rumors about how she'd become so, but what Finia couldn't stand was how she treated her underlings. Like Aynria. It was when her mother started to come home, beaten and shaken to her core that Finia had had enough. She went to the Lady Loreima's house, demanding an explanation. Only to be spat upon and told to leave before she soiled her front door. That night, Finia snuck in to her house, using the skills she'd acquired as a thief, adding a strong dose of fellis laced with some other drug she'd found among one of the many unique items she'd acquired over the turns of thievery, to the Lady's bedside cup of water.
The next evening, her mother came home distraught and spooked because the Lady Loreima had mysteriously died in her sleep sometime within the previous night. Finia just felt an immense feeling of satisfaction. She never told her mother or Arlii of what she did.
She found she had enjoyed the thrill of the initial sneaking around and setting everything into motion. And that satisfaction she'd felt hearing her work had succeeded marvelously? It was like a drug to her system. Finia began keeping an ear open for any 'jobs' that might require...a little stealthy dealing with. And thus, her career as a hired assassin began to bud. She wouldn't take many jobs at first, letting her skills develop a little more and her name get out into the shadows for anyone searching. And she was good at what she did. More than that, she enjoyed it. Not the assassination itself, but the thrill and adrenaline one could ride while undertaking a job. Never knowing if it will be a success or not. If you'll be caught. Will your target put up a fight. All of it came together so deliciously and Finia craved it. Unfortunately, she didn't give her sister enough credit for her own intelligence, and Arlii pieced together rumors she heard with her sisters 'disappearances'. After confronting her, Arlii became the only person on Pern that knew Finia's little secret, something she highly disapproved of.
Not very long after she'd just turned nineteen turns, already making a name for herself in the darker world of Nabol, Finia and Arlii received quite the surprise in the form of their father. He came, claiming to have gotten word of their mother's passing, wanting to pay his respects and offer them a place to call home at the Weyr. He sweet talked them, hinted at the chance they might get to Stand during a Hatching, and eventually persuaded them to come. Or persuaded Arlii to come. Finia didn't trust the man as far as she could spit. But she refused to leave her sister.
She threatened R'lav. Swore on their mother's grave that if he did anything to either of them, he'd regret the decision he ever spawned them. She didn't tell him how she would do it. And he seemed to think she was all talk. But, an agreement was made. If they truly did not like the Weyr, or weren't able to handle Standing on the Sands, he would let them return.
It was, perhaps, only a half Turn later that the Gold did Rise. And eggs were indeed upon the Sands. It was a strange feeling, standing among the other candidates when Hatching time came. She was not used to being so exposed in only her white candidate's robes and the possiblity of a creature Impressing her and knowing everything she thought. But, Finia put on that brave face - if only to prove that she was better than her father. As it happened, an irritated brown dragonet wound up battling with another on the Sands, causing quite the ruckus. When one of them knocked her flat on her backside, Finia was just about ready to give them a piece of her mind when she found the most beautiful rainbow eyes staring down at her. Or glaring. Her little defender was not happy.
It took me forever to get to you! I am starving. And my sibling called me fat! Take your Komaith away and feed me!
And Finia found herself bonded to the most tempermental of brown dragons. And equal match of wills for someone that was to be her lifemate.
Finia was ecstatic! But R'lav was embarrassed and humiliated. How dare she Impress a Brown dragon! She was but a mere woman. He would not have his name associated with the pair. Something that Finia was only too happy to oblige him in. She and Komaith tackled their weyrlinghood with a passion, adding more fuel to R'lav's intense disapproval and growing dislike of the woman. They were great students. But they always felt as if they were being held back. And R'lav found ways to make her life much more difficult. Made it miserable for Arlii. Rumors started to spread that she and Arlii planned to one day be Weyrwoman and Wingleader, like Western Weyr allowed. By that point, Finia had had enough of the man and the hellish Weyr. She made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with them and put in a transfer to Western Weyr.
And then the Thread fell. There were no words to describe the shear amount of gratitude Finia felt towards whatever forces of Pern had made R'lav come get them. She didn't feel any gratitude towards him. But he had saved them. Her only form of gratitude for this was to slap him in the face the day she left. She and Komaith along with Arlii and Erinaeth left for Western Weyr where they were more than happy to share some of the teachings they'd gotten from High Reaches.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:23 pm
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T H E__D R A G O N_______
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Name: Komaith
Age: 6 7
Color: Brown
Size: 41'
Physical Description:
He is a large Brown. Not just large in size, but built like a tank as well. And it's not fat or overeating of any kind (he's not fat thankyouverymuch!). This Brown just happened to be one of those dragons that grew to be big enough to rival a tiny Bronze. His chest his thicker than the average Brown, which probably is what makes him seem bulky. But when he stretches out and stands proud, it's easier to see he's just a Big Brown. Being larger, however, means he lacks in agility and can't maneuver quite as fast as the smaller dragons. Though he's still faster then, say, a Bronze. His neck is a little shorter then some dragons while his tail seems thinner.
Personality:
This dragon definitely has a hard head about him. He's not known for rolling over and submitting to those dragons that are larger than he is. Nor does he immediately jump to obey a command given, the exception being a Gold's command. Komaith has a strong will to him and he will use it to make sure he and his rider are not being abused because of his color and her gender. He also won't be swayed from a decision or belief if he feels it is the correct one or the better choice. He'll stick to it with a hiss and a grumble here and there to any that try to argue with him, including his bonded. Who is the one responsible for the brown's exceptional stubbornness as well. Not that Komaith wasn't already a stubborn dragon to begin with - as if this wasn't obvious just yet - but Finia taught him how to make an art of his stubborn nature. Most of which is spent on making sure SHE doesn't do something too stupid. Which might be asking too much of this pair. At least this dragon is an equal match for Finia in the battle of wills!
Probably his biggest flaw, this brown has a bit of a short temper. Little things can set him off, like calling him an ugly dragon, for example. He especially has not been one to get along real well with the larger dragons, feeling as if he has something to prove because he is smaller. This has caused him to be in a few snapping, snarling matches with the less patient dragons. However, his temper has ebbed slightly with having his rider to vent at when he's in a particularly foul mood. She is not phased by it and over the turns, he is learning to not take things so personally (he is not fat!). His rider is a huge help in this and when his anger is at its peak, he relies heavily on her to help him not fling insults back or thwack another dragon across the snout with his tail. This does not mean he doesn't respect some of the bronzes (and yes, even Golds), but they have to earn it before Komaith will acknowledge them as 'alright' dragons. In addition, there is never a more sure fire way to see Komaith's temper then to mess with his rider. He knows very well that she can get herself into a good deal of trouble without trying too hard. But so much as threaten a hair on her head and he'll be sure to set your teeth rattling with a roar of fury and possibly some bruised shins. Because he is not beyond thwacking a human with the end of his tail. Or the tips of his wings.
Komaith can be a surprisingly careful dragon at times. Something that can be at odds with his temper and hard headed nature. This trait isn't his strongest but it is particularly handy when he and his rider are flying in a new terrain or during Threadfall. He makes sure to learn the area as quickly as possible to allow for maximum usage of the terrain. It can be something as simple as flying high in a wide circle to allow him to pinpoint what natural formations he could use to his advantage if the need arose. Or flying in low and fast to determine how tricky the terrain is when in a rush. All of which he shares with his rider, allowing her to store the information for him to touch on later. This skill allows him to think quickly on how to utilize all of his surroundings and manage any other dragons that fly with them.
If there is one thing aside from his anger and stubbornness that he is good at, it's protecting his rider. Ninety percent of the time the brown feels like he is her guardian, as he is constantly making sure she doesn't get in over her head. Komaith is adamant about making sure no harm comes to her if he can help it. He'll be the first to admit she walks herself right into some situations, in which case, he just observes and makes sure it doesn't get too out of hand. This trait has also been a factor in his growing will power against those who might try to order him around. Or against his rider. His desire to protect Finia is probably the number one trigger for his temper. Should harm come to her that he was unable to divert, Komaith will be one very unhappy dragon and you better believe he will make sure that whoever caused the harm knows it. He's gotten quite skilled with making one believe a look could kill you. He will be loud and make a ruckus and not completely settle until he knows for sure that his rider is alright. For all her faults, Komaith does indeed love the woman.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:24 pm
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Name: Arlii
Age: 23 24
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual... mostly
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: n/a
Physical Description:
About 5'6" in height, she has a lean build with only slight curves to accent her body. Her face is nicely angled and shapely, with bright sky blue eyes sizing you up. Long and straight, pale honey hair is typically worn up in a ponytail with messy pieces hanging about her face.
Personality:
Possibly one of the reasons many find they like Arlii, despite everything else about her (and her relation to Finia), is how spunky the woman is. She's like an overly hyper kitten that just wants to explore the world and doesn't give a damn about what anyone else says. She's playful with a hint of danger and mischief making up a good portion of her nature. It's what those who know her well would call her 'public' appearance. Though there is that dash of curiosity within her that, no matter how much she tries to ignore it, always winds up getting her into sticky situations. Like overhearing a couple rider's talking low about their feelings on the ways of Western Weyr or maybe the latest news in the Holds. Of course Arlii will meander closer and eavesdrop. And when she's caught, she'll get right up in your face and threaten you with creative bodily harm if you aren't careful with what you say. Though she might give an awkward pat on the back or shoulder squeeze for anything said in dislike towards High Reaches. She might be a little biased in her choices of Weyrs. However don't be surprised to find her ready and willing to attempt something mildly dangerous. Something that won't result in loss of limbs or fatalities. A few broken bones and scraped knees is alright!
Partially thanks to the feisty attitude that tags along with her spunky one, Arlii is quite cocky. And known for being a biotch at times. Especially when it comes to those that think that because she is female and only a greenrider mean she shouldn't have that much authority. Arlii will tear into anyone that questions her ability to do a job or think her weak. Perhaps there is a little bit of an ego or an 'image' she tries to upkeep, especially with how her sister was treated at High Reaches. It's something that she hates to admit but knows is directly linked to how her father acted when she and Finia Impressed. But never underestimate her or think she'll slack off. And by Faranth don't call her any derogatory names! She'll just punch you in the face and call it good. Or shoot an arrow in your butt. Either one would be satisfactory payback in her eyes.
Having grown up in the lifestyle that she has, Arlii doesn't trust people very easily any longer. Having had to deal with her father at the Weyr as well High Reaches Weyr itself, has not improved her ability to trust either. This trait has grown with her over the turns, with encouragement from Finia, and makes it very difficult for her to befriend anyone right away. However this does not mean she doesn't have friends. It just takes time for her to discern if someone has good or ill intentions before opening up a bit herself. This also means she has a hard time finding relationships with anyone, and if she does find herself growing attached, it will take a good bit of courage and trust for her to fully open up and admit it. In addition, Arlii doesn't share much about her past with anyone. It's not necessarily distrust that leads her to this, but more of a safety factor for herself and Finia.
A strong and valued trait she possesses, Arlii is a very adaptable individual when it comes to her surroundings and situations she might be in. She tends to go with the flow of things, though she may not approve of it. But there are just some situations Arlii understands she has no control over. In these cases, she will learn the best way to make it work and continue to do her best.
Positive Trait List Playful, Daring, Adaptive
Negative Trait List Nosy, Cocky, Distrustful
Other: Anything else you want to add?
- Enjoys listening to music and dancing
- Archery~ A skill Finia taught her. She is quite skilled at this when on the ground, though she's working to master archery from dragonback. This still has room for improvement, but she's not half bad.
- Loves sketching
- Can read and write quite well
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:25 pm
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H I S T O R Y_______
Born to a loving mother that did her best to raise her two girls while living with the only family she had left, her brother, Rhyvin. Aynria took up the only craft she was somewhat skilled at, becoming an apprentice weaver for a time. She'd always wanted a family of her own but feared she'd never get it. Until she met a handsome dragonrider that took an interest in her. He courted Aynria until she became pregnant. Her eldest daughter, Finia, was a blessing in disguise. And Aynria felt she might actually get that dream she always wanted. But R'lav did not want to be tied down. Nor did he want such an offspring. He left, leaving Aynria alone. Or so she thought. The man did return, two turns later.
When Arlii was born, that was the last that Aynria or Rhyvin saw of the dragonman. Having already lost her lover once before, the second time was worse. Aynria had fallen behind in her apprenticeship and was only mildly skilled at weaving but wasn't destined to move up in ranks.
Then, when she didn't think things could get any worse, Rhyvin died. There was no one for the woman to turn to for help. He'd been her only living family and Aynria knew R'lav wouldn't have anything to do with them. With some difficulty, Aynria managed to keep food - albeit barely enough for the three to survive on - on the the table, as well as possession of their little house. Arlii herself was too young to fully understand their situation, but between her mother and sister, they taught the toddler how to do menial chores around the house to assist their mother. She would sweep the floor, clean dishes, cut any vegetables gathered for meals, and kept the house tidy.
When her sister, Finia, started distressing their mother, Arlii wasn't old enough to truly understand that what her sister was doing was wrong. Not until she was about five turns old. Which, by that time, Finia had been stealing for their family for two turns already. Arlii very much disapproved, but it helped them survive. And her sister swore to her alone that she didn't steal from anyone that was undeserving of it.
While her sister took up the art of thieving, Arlii showed a surprising talent for sketching and writing. Perhaps a trait picked up from her father? She began practicing to write and sketch with the small crafthall in Nabol, taking on jobs for those who needed letters written while sketching in her free time. It brought in more marks for her family in a much more 'legal' light. It didn't really bother her anymore that her sister was a theif. At least not until she discovered what other activities Finia was involved in.
Murder. Her sister was a murderer! Arlii was outraged, demanding that her sister stop at once. But Finia refused, and calmly explained who her targets were. That she was very particular about what jobs she would accept. And slowly, with those flattering words and pictures of a heroic assassin, Arlii began to believe Finia was doing actual good. Did she approve of it? Not at all. But... she could live with it. And promised to never speak a word of any of it to a single soul. Especially not their mother.
But life took a hard turn for the sisters when their mother died. She'd been ill for some time, Finia continuously stealing medicine for her. It wasn't enough, however, and Aynria finally found herself at peace. The sisters were devastated and worried a little. But they both were making a decent living at their respective career choices. The two decided to remain in the little house they had grown up in while continuing to go about their daily business.
Until they received the shock of their lives for a second time. R'lav returned. He'd heard word of Aynria's declining health and resulting death. He was not aware of the state the girls would be in. And was even more surprised to find them not only doing quite well, but two of the loveliest creatures, just like their mother. Both with intelligence, strong will, and a spark to them. R'lav demanded that both girls come with him to High Reaches Weyr. They were wasted living in Nabol. Neither Arlii or Finia really knew what to say to such a demand. Both knew that their current life wasn't that best. And R'lav never bothered to pay them any mind until now.
But he spun a web of sweet words and painted a picture of dreams that could not possibly be true. Yet he ensnared Arlii. Finia wasn't so convinced, but she refused to leave her sister alone with the man. So, with much convining and a bargain struck between her elder sister and R'lav, the two sisters went to High Reaches Weyr.
By then, Arlii was just sixteen turns old. She had to admit, the Weyr life wasn't so bad. They always had a roof over their heads they didn't need to worry about. Food they didn't have to haggle or steal. And much to Arlii's satisfaction, no unsavory jobs for Finia to pick up. Weyr life had forced her sister to set the assassin lifestyle aside. Something that was a huge weight off Arlii's shoulders. And then, to her utter surprise and delight, she learned that R'lav had wanted them to come to the Weyr because their Junior Weyrwoman's Gold was due to rise. Which meant there would be eggs on the Sands!
It was only about a Turn later that the Gold did indeed Rise. Arlii was so beyond excited and not only the prospect of eggs, but that she and Finia actually were eligable to Stand! And Stand they did. Arlii had never been so close to a dragon in her life, let alone the eggs! It was so mesmorizing watching the hatchlings tumble out and frolick about the Sands. Or, in the case of her sister's bonded, snarling and hissing while picking a fight before claiming Finia to be His. Komaith was like a thunderstorm! And Arlii was supremely happy for her sister. However, she was fearful they she wouldn't find the same joy that bestowed itself on Finia. And as the Hatching began to wind down, with only a few remaining dragonets milling about, looking for Theirs, she believe that to be the case.
At least until one very playful green dragonet came tumbling to a stop at her feet, tail swishing like a felines as she regarded Arlii.
What are you waiting for, Arliimine? Your Erinaeth is right here! Let us go and hear what my siblings have to say!
She was the most precious thing in the entire world and Arlii knew she'd never regret accepting R'lav's invitation to join him at the Weyr. And she never did, however the man himself began to wear on her. She had know that Finia and he did not get along. And with her sister's impression to a Brown dragon, something that seemed to be highly disapproved of in the Weyr, Arlii became wary of the man. He never seemed to have any issues with her. Then again, she never offered much of a threat. Until the rumors began to spread.
Arlii was outraged by them! Her? Wanting to become Weyrwoman one day?! Ha! She and Erinaeth did strive to be the best pair they could, but there had never once been any desire to rise above the others. To be better then them. And the cold atmosphere that seemed to surround her sister and Komaith whenever they moved about the Weyr was enough of an insult that Finia didn't have to put much effort in to convince her sister to transfer to Western Weyr. So they thought the two would bring their traditions to High Reaches? Well, they'd just save everyone the trouble and move to the other Weyr!
That was when the Thread returned. It all be devastated Pern. Arlii couldn't even begin to fathom the amount of good graces and luck they had received the day that R'lav came to bring them to High Reaches. She felt partially indebted to the man. For if it hadn't been for him, they would still be at Nabol Hold. And probably wouldn't have survived the Fall. Which was her final reasoning for leaving. Since he seemed to be so humiliated by the pair of them, she gave him the gift of removing herself and Finia from his dour gaze.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:25 pm
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T H E__D R A G O N_______
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Name: Erinaeth
Age: 6 7
Color: Green
Size: 22'
Physical Description: An average sized Green with lovely proportions that one would say are considered 'delicate' for a dragon. She's not quite as muscular as others of her color, having a much leaner build. This makes her more agile in the air and slinky on the ground. She moves with the grace of a feline and with a hint of sass in her step. It's very rare to see her eyes any color but bright blue or green.
Personality:
This is one Green that loves to have a good time. She will be the one attempting to stick her head in the door of the dinning hall if there is some sort of celebration going on within so she can 'participate'. Or be up front and center (as close to center anyways) at any festivities held at the Weyr. Erinaeth loves being present at any sort of party where there is music being played and laughter ringing all around. This Green very much enjoys the exciting atmosphere that always seems to accompany these sort of events. And the smells are always delicious! Not that food is the only thing she thinks about or anything. There are also all the people and other dragons to talk to! And she does so enjoy talking with other dragons. She has a very outgoing sort of personality that typically flares up brightest during such times as exciting events.
Not one of her biggest or most apparent traits, but Erinaeth does have a feisty side to her. Especially during Flights. She's got some spirit in her, though it tends to get buried under her lack of confidence. But not always. When she's in an exceptionally good mood (as is her rider) Erinaeth will grow sassy and playful. If she's upset or her temper is rising, a little spunk will be thrown into the mix, making her difficult to work with. When she Rises, Erinaeth will be sure to give the males chasing something to really chase. She'll tease, sass, and play with them. Though she never actually cares who catches her. Whoever is best for her will clearly be the winner, so why should she choose? However Erinaeth will take into account her rider's feelings. If her rider truly dislikes one of the males, Erinaeth will be sure to avoid that one.
If there is one thing that rivals her outgoing nature, it's Erinaeth's unfortunate disease of being a 'gossip whore'. She loves to gossip. Always enjoying knowing what's going on, who the latest green to Rise was, what rider's may be interested in Hers. Or maybe it's what wher snuck into the dinning hall this time and scared half the people within the building! Erinaeth doesn't care what the news is, she just loves to hear it. Though if it's exceptionally juicy information, she'll pass it along to Arlii to find in her memories again on another day. She will also give almost as much as she receives in gossip. However she will never say anything really personal about her rider. Or something she feels could be used against her. Of course, this does not include her rider's latest flirting or how she got the crap scared out of her and shrieked like a wherry! The downside to her love of gossip is that she can be annoying and a pest at times when she wants to know something. She may divulge in a little bit of persistence to try and get you to enlighten her with what you know. But Erinaeth won't take it so far as to truly piss off a fellow dragon to the point of snapping at her.
When it comes to waiting for something to happen, Erinaeth can be a little impatient. She is not a fan for sitting still or just laying out, basking in the sunlight. She's a very active creature and loves being out doing something. Whether that be flying, walking around from place to place with her rider, or trying to catch up on all the gossip. She'll pester Arlii to get moving so they can go about doing whatever tasks need to be done for the day. And when this Green knows there is some really juicy gossip available, she'll be bouncing around and hurry to find whoever holds the most information. Or typically has the best gossip (another thing she tells her rider, so she can remember who to go back to again). This trait has subsided slightly as she's gotten a little older, but not by much. Surprisingly, her impatience does not show up during Flights. Flights are one of the few moments in time she likes things to last longer and not end so quickly. More time to play with and tease the males!
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 10:26 pm
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