Handler Name: Koras
Age: female
Gender: 23
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Journeyman
History: If the revolution had never happened, Koras probably never would have become a wherhandler. She was kitchenstaff at Malvren, working mainly with the canines that ran the spits, and for the most part, perfectly content in her life. She had stood as a candidate when she was younger, but after a couple of hatchings, and not impressing, had decided that maybe she wasn't meant to be a rider. Neither of her parents had been riders, her father had been a healer when he was alive, and her mother, a baker.
However she did have a bit of resentment towards the riders, who didn't always treat her, or the other kitchen workers with the respect that she felt they deserved, considering that they made all of the food that they were more than happy to eat, and when she heard about the revolution, her mind was easily made up.
During the fighting, she ran into a wherhandler, with a blue wher, and joined him in the fighting, learning about wherhandling as she did. He thought that she would make a good wherhandler, and promised that he would sponser her into the craft after things settled down. However, both the handler and his wher were lost in the battles, killed by a rider and his dragon. She didn't make it out unscathed, but she had managed to slip out before she was killed as well.
This gave her a new perspective on life, and once the fighting was over, and Malvren a wherhold, she approached the handlers, asking to become an apprentice. They were more than willing to have her, and when the clutch was laid, permitted the fast learning student a chance. She was surprised when the qold excepted her, but took the egg gladly.
It would hatch into a blue, and she swore on the memory of Obehin and his blue that she would do the very best that she could.
Description: Koras is only about 5 feet tall, slender with a feminine build. She isn't very busty. Her hair is dark brown, her eyes a dark blue, and her skin tanned and freckled. Her features are small and ordinary, and she has a pert little freckled nose that turns up at the ends.
Her arms are scarred, thanks to a knife welding dragon rider, and so is her upper body. She isn't concerned about them, and refuses to alter what she wears to make them less noticable.
Most of her clothing is practical, trousers when she's working, but she has a fondness for pretty clothing and accessories, and when the opportunity comes around, she is more than happy to dress up. Her favorite thing to wear is a jade pendant that she's had since she was young, a gift from her favorite grandfather.
Personality: A quiet introvert, Koras prefers to watch and listen to people talk rather than engage in much conversation, although she will put in her two marks' worth when asked. She has a quiet sort of confidence, something that just gives the feeling that she'll accomplish whatever task that she's set out to do.
She's a fast learner, and tends to be willing to take on any job she's asked to do, no matter how boring, dirty, or whatever the job might be. She enjoys learning things that she doesn't know, and thus has a wide skill base, though she's not really good at anything. She makes up for her lack of talent by being a hard worker, doing her best at whatever it is she's doing. She's not the strongest of people, but since most of her duties aren't that strenous, it isn't much of a trouble.
Despite her confidence, Koras is very concerned with how people feel about her, and whether or not they like her. She hates to screw up, thinking that others will judge her for it, and will work extra hard to make sure that she doesn't.She also doesn't speak up when someone is annoying her for that same reason, even if she should.
Other: She's pregnant by Obehin, but doesn't know it yet.
WherName: Korsk
Age: Hatchling
Colour: Blue
Description: X Personality: While even a fool knows that all whers are potentially dangerous and must be treated with caution, it is immediately obvious that Korsk is a creature to be especially wary of. He is a true predator, and carries himself as such. He never just walks, but stalks along, and when he's still, has that worrisome way of holding himself as though he's about to pounce on something. He is always aware of his environment - and it is his environment - and especially of the living things in it, most of which he seems to regard as potential prey. Most people he sets his intense, eerie gaze upon, will probably find it to be an uncomfortable experience; Korsk is almost certainly thinking about how delicious they are, and how much fun it would be to kill them.
Fortunately, however, between his bonded and his own self-restraint, Korsk is unlikely to ever indulge in these violent fantasies. Unless set upon someone by his handler, his tendencies will find more acceptable outlets in the form of such things as tunnelsnakes and other pests. He especially likes to present things he's killed as 'gifts' to his handler (or to a green he fancies), and he will be very offended if they don't cherish the trophies he brings them.
Solitary and territorial, Korsk tolerates others only to the extent that he must, and is intensely possessive of his handler.
Other:Song: Horror of our Love
Size: Above Average
Build: Above Average
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