Age: 36
Gender: Female
Rank: Wingleader First Wing
Appearance:
Somewhat slender and faintly androgynous, S'kagi has been mistaken for an young man before, especially from the rear, and does not forsee this ending any time soon. Her hair is black, cut sharp and short, especially for a woman, with long crisp bangs that fall in front of one eye when she is not ready for flight, largely to hide the crisscross of scars on the side of her face.
With narrow hips and and a very small chest, S'kagi has always been mistaken for boyish, and this is something she has more or less exploited, in so much as she could, frequently foregoing feminine attire for more manly garb.
Personality:
S'kagi has no time for your crap and will not put up with it. Frequently coming off as something of a cold, Killjoy, S'kagi is very duty bound, to the point of being (Were this earth and were it a dungeons and dragons game...) That goddamn Paladin that won't let anyone do anything fun. Ever.
She doesn't drink wine if she can possibly avoid it, she openly judges people for getting drunk. And she Hates. Flits. PASSIONATELY..
Oh sure they're cute and all but they are also, large in part, tiny poorly trained kleptomaniacs with very tiny brains and they get everywhere that they shouldn't be, and if they weren't so expensive and she wouldn't have to replace it, she would probably honestly have done bad things to one of them by now.
If you can get past the 'rule bound, tea-totaling-killjoy' part... which... to be fair... is sort of difficult to move past rather than poke at with a stick... you find a devoted woman with a tendency toward intense and frequently hidden feelings, who wants, more than anything, to see the people around her be everything it is in their potential to be. To really really be the noble defenders of the down trodden and the weak, to lift up those who are laid low...
So... still kind of boring. But well meaning and proud. Unlike, say, Keralder, she tries to find the good in people, and believes it exists unless proven otherwise, and has over time, learned a lot about what people believe are limitations set by gender, and what is real, and hopes to shine by example, though so far, bias being what it is, this has had limited results. She never the less believes that it will someday be clear.
This is a large part of why she (and her partner) have done fairly well thus far as dragon riders, in spite of being a conspicuous in pairing versus the traditional expectations. In spite of having really no background at all with the Weyr, S'kagi's dedication borders on the manic, and what she lacks in natural talent and upbringing she makes up for in fierce dedication to proving that she is no fluke, and that anyone daring to strike her down had best be prepared for what will happen when she jumps back up.
History:
*Hold Born:
-Born as Saekagi to a fairly well off hold, basicly a cot hold, but one that has over time started to tilt in the direction of having a certain standing in their home area, Saekagi's parents were married for political ties and gain, rather than love, and their relationship showed it, and Saekagi grew up with a certain expectation that love was an earned reward, something she slowly started to outgrow only because of the support of of some extended family. Never the less, she was also keenly aware that everything she was being taught was to groom her to make better ties and bring in greater advantages to the house at large. Daughters were commodities, and she would have to work hard to prove her worth.
To this day she still has a remarkable skill at embroidery, and other traditionally 'feminine' tasks, though she demonstrates them with much less frequency these days. Not because she doesn't enjoy them, but because she still struggles not to resent the reasons she was taught those skills, after learning of the comparative freedom of Weyr life.
At Eighteen her parents began discussing offers of marriage, and at twenty she was engaged to a man a couple years older than herself with good strong ties to a wealthy trading group. He was a pleasant enough man, she supposed. Rather dismissive and she remembers that their first meeting made her surprised he didn't check her teeth and feet and legs, like some kind of runner at Market.
Marriage planning becomes an complicated and dramatic affair with as much involved in planning future business endeavors as creating a dramatic set up to draw more business and potential gain. Saekagi and her future husband occasionally spat, the spats growing slowly over the year they spend engaged, as her husband reveals that while he is highly interested in the connections, he's slightly less interested in a wife that tends to occasionally have opinions.
She is 21 when they have their loudest, final argument. A heirloom vase of fair value gets broken when she bumps into it while they argue about something else she doesn't remember now, only that they were both digging in their heels, and suddenly he's enraged because of the lost value. She remembers him shouting, picking up the pieces and demanding to know if she's happy to cost him so much money, and that she'd better find a way to make it up to him, and then he threw the pieces.
The next things she remembered were a jumble of shock and hurt, and a visiting blue rider escorting her from the room with a hand around her shoulders as blood runs down her face.
It's not minutes before the last stitch is put in place before she demands, even against advice of the healer, to be taken away in sanctuary to the Weyr.
Up until that point, she was prepared to follow in her mothers footsteps, to do her duty and act for the good of the family, but too much is too much, and she would much rather inform her family from a safe distance in case they disagree, especially since it will likely be difficult to form a new match with 'damaged goods'.
Even if a ruling is passed down that the engagement is off, and that recompense must be paid, it's not something she's prepared to deal with again.
She departs for the Weyr with a handful of possessions, and the generosity of an blue rider to offer her shelter, fully prepared to take on a position as a cavern worker if need be.
Rather than dwell on this, the Blue Rider ((name not given for now in case someone wants to take on this character)) suggests she come to the stands and Watch the Hatching when it happens.
She does so, although she's aware that there's a potential for bloodshed, and her face still aches, on top of everything else. ((Look up plague/war timeline.))
When a dark coppery, brindled bronze hatches on the sand, long and gangly, she, like everyone else, expects him to make his way to one of the eager eyed candidates on the sands, but instead, he looks around, thunders over two a couple boys who are vigorously elbowing each other, raps them across the shins with his tail, and then heads for the stands, climbing into them to peoples shock and fear, since his eyes glitter red as he wanders his way up, occasionally snapping at people and lashing his tail at them, particularly men, and heads for Saekgai the moment he lay eyes on her. Almost sure that he will react yet more fiercely to her than he has with the others in his path, Saekagi starts to try and scramble away, only to hear the voice of her partner for the first time instead as the stubborn bronze's eyes whirl rainbow, and then back to red.
Her dragon is eight when the plague hits, and all around them devastation strikes the weyr, and take with it Coriaths mother, and the weyrleader and his dragon. As if this isn't enough, Civil war strikes, and brings with it more suffering and devastation. Suffering that does not discriminate any more than the plague did, and brings with it golden opportunities for people of... questionable morals... to cause more problems. The pain of others emphasize S'kagi and Coriaths desire to enforce fair laws and order for the protection of others, especially those who are less, or entirely unable to protect themselves.
*S'kagi and Corinth take their places as champions of law, order, and being so stiff backed you could use them as emergency splints. Throwing themselves into their studies.
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-Thanks AMilotic!!Name: Coriath
Age: 15
Colour: Bronze
Feel of voice: The gong of an enormous bell, and the almost inaudible reverberation that continues in your bones after the sound mostly fades. The tremble of an earthquake building.
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Pros: Dedicated, Noble, Hard Working
Cons: Stiff necked, Rule Bound, Poor sense of humor
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