Approved by Thali!

Name: Tyila
Age: 19 turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider (ex-assistant weyrling master)
Former Craft: Weavercraft (apprentice level)

Personality:
Pros: Kind, dedicated, charitable.
Cons: Shy, submissive, easily bullied/frightened/pushed around.

Prior to these recent events of madness she was a cheerful, if shy girl. Soft-spoken and demure, she kept mostly to herself and did her very best to stay out of the way, out of trouble. She rarely if ever complains about anything, and does her best to always do her best, even at tasks that reward no praise. She prefers to avoid conflict than fight it out, and deals with things like teasing by running away and hiding. She isn't likely to tattle; that might only make the bullies angry, after all. She's always felt it better just to keep her head down and do what she's told, and to enjoy not being in trouble and making what friends she could.

Around strangers she's terribly shy; timid and submissive indeed. She hates to upset or anger people, and will do her best to appeal to someone in a non-pushy way. Once she's made a friend she comes out of her shell more and more. She will never be a brave friend, or a bold one, but if you've grown really dear to her she might occasionally hazard giving her real opinion on things, rather than constantly going along with what others want; or maybe if she felt you were trustworthy she might ask your opinion on something. It isn't that she's meant to be a follower forever, she's just too scared of messing up and losing her few friends to dare be more outgoing, even around them. She just wants to be liked and not driven away or get in trouble. So even around her friends she keeps her opinions very close to her vest.

Since the events of late, her world's been turned quite upside down. She wasn't terribly close to her family after becoming a rider, but she was still in contact with them when thread began to fall again. The loss of them and all her friends has shattered what confidence she's grown since impressing. She has since become even more withdrawn, sticking close to the few people she knows in Ista. 'Head down, out of trouble.'

History: She was born of two holders, and raised as an only child by them until she turned twelve. She then joined the weavercraft, but was scouted for candidacy a mere turn later, so her skills are still at apprentice level at best. She stood for two clutches, impressing at the second just before she turned 14. Her weyrling life was uneventful, and characterized by the barest hints of her coming out of her shell thanks to Valdith. She never sought rank as a rider, but was eventually given a spot as assistant weyrling master thanks to her kind nature and unending patience.

She was, like all her weyrfellows, totally unprepared for threadfall. It came upon the weyr at the height of the day. Wing drills were underway, and almost everyone was outside. Having never flamed before, Valdith vomited up the first firestone she attempted to ingest. In the ensuing madness both were scored and flung themselves between. It was all they could do to take shelter in a cave nearby the wing with another dragon and rider (a blue) to wait out the rain of death. The blue's rider eventually died from scoring. When Tyila and Valdith returned home they found only ruins, and death. With nowhere else to go, they headed north. Thy had no set place in mind; just somewhere, anywhere with dragons that had lived through the first fall.

Talents: She has deft little fingers, and is quite good at fishing objects out of tight spaces. She can play the hand flute.

Notes: One of very few (the only?) survivor from the first fall on Southern Weyr. (Like we talked about, Thali. <3)



Dragon:
Name: Valdith
Age: 6 turns
Color: Green
Physical Description: A behemoth as far as greens are concerned, Valdith manages to retain a quite shapely form. She is a massive 25 dragonfeet long. Her limbs are well-formed and slender, and her head perfectly wedge-shaped. Her hips are a bit wide, giving her a bit of a splayed-footed walk. Her wings are rather long for her color, making her less agile than most greens in the air. She makes up for it in stamina. She still could never hope to last a full fall, but she can keep at it longer than most.

She is pleasant to look at, a mix of pale and paler near-white greens. The main of her body is the darker, slightly tropical-looking color. Her head and tail both have flecks and streaks of the lighter green, culminating in her entire tailtip and head being pale. Her underside and legs are softly dipped in the same white-green, and the back of her wings seems to be half one green, half the other. All in all she is quite lovely.

One of her wings has a large, rather ugly threadscore; the membrane has several holes, but not so many as to make flying too difficult.

Personality: She is quite motherly, and dotes on Tyila and those she is fond of. She seems well grounded and not prone to being overly emotional. She shares her rider's kindness and patience, and seems drawn to young things and hatchlings. There is an air of sadness about her, and in private she has spoken to her rider before about her desire to clutch. Alas, greens cannot, and she bears this impossible dream with a good deal of grace. She often encourages Tyila to be more confident, and while not a social butterfly herself, she will usually initiate contact on Tyila's behalf if she thinks it is necessary. She has a decent memory, as far as dragons go, and seems quite embarrassed when she learns she's forgotten something. She is not much of a flirt, preferring to differ to her rider's preferences when the time to rise and choose a mate comes...Since she cannot clutch, she does not put much thought into her flights. They seem more basic necessity to her than a frolicking fling as some greens would make it.


***EXTRA: Tyila!