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 Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:03 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:27 pm
Ferris Name: Ferris Age: 19 Sex: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Craft: Dragonrider Rank: Sr. Weyrling Physical Description: At about 5’4” she can be considered as average in height, but her torso is long and her legs are a little shorter compared to most other people who are just as tall. She’s solidly built, with a broad shoulder and wider thighs and calves, but she is most definitely allllll woman and isn’t actually “fat” – just one who obviously hasn’t been sitting at home and embroidering all day in a cold room. Her skin is tanned, her round face smooth, lighter freckles are scattered across her cheeks and darker ones are sparse across her shoulders and arms. She has large, almond-shaped, hazel eyes that are rimmed with light brown lashes and expressed with arched eyebrows of a similar brown. She has average lips and often gives a questioning “ORLY?” half-smirk, which still causes both of her dimples to show. Her hair gets a small paragraph of its own. It’s a dark, caramel blonde that falls a few inches past her shoulders, no bangs in sight. It’s ridiculously curly, as in those small-ish curls that are sort of loose and look like waves from afar, and there’s obviously a lot of it and it has some good volume. It’s the kind of hair that LOOKS like it would be heavy… but then a rogue breeze comes and WHOOSH it’s all over the place. It's wild and a bit frizzy, but it gets tied back in one way or another. Personality: Ferris is… Well, so it seems, like many female candidates these days, she’s a rough-and-tumble type of girl who will take no crap from anyone, and she isn’t afraid to say it. In fact… she’ll say anything, really; whatever pops into her head automatically pops right out of her mouth, as if she was born without a sensor or a clue that hey, maybe so-and-so doesn’t need to hear how her face looks like a radish. But for a more realistic explanation, lets just say that Ferris is completely and brutally honest and extremely opinionated. She’ll give her opinion on any matter to any person, on any day at any time. And because of the above, she talks. A lot. And “A lot” can even be taken as an understatement. And along with all that talking, it means that she is REALLY bad at keeping secrets… and at telling lies, actually. And even though she tells the truth, which hey, it’s better than lying most of the time, her flapping mouth usually gets her a few good smacks up-side the head and a good many reprimands and extra chores on almost a daily basis. She’s quick to judge, but her mind can be swayed fairly easily, which can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the circumstances. This means her loyalty can sway too, but she seems to have a better grasp on that aspect of her being and can be counted on most of the time. Just… don’t tell her any secrets, or how you have a crush on so-and-so… because she’ll end up blurting it out and yeah. There will be tears. And blushing. And Ferris running with someone behind her with a rolling-pin.
Picture: HAIR example.Music: Lost -- ColdplayBoondocks -- Little Big Town
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:28 pm
History When two parents have a run of five daughters, this would mean that the 6th child would just HAVE to be a boy, right? No? Well if the proud parents could have seen the future, they would have agreed with you, but since they could not, they believed that YES, they would certainly be having a baby boy. They had everything picked out and the name was perfect; Ferris. Wasn’t that just a great name? They thought so, and eagerly awaited their sixth, bouncing bundle of joy with much anticipation.
…Only to get…
You got it:
A girl.
Well that whole second X chromosome certainly put a wrench in the works. The parents weren’t mad, per se, nor did they not love their sixth daughter, but… damn… Ferris was a such a good name…. So they gave it to her anyways, hence how she ended up with a boy’s name. her father even treated her much like a boy; taught her how to swing a good punch, how to sling mud and all those manly things. But with five sisters and a mother, one couldn’t expect Ferris to be completely man-ized.
Instead she grew up as one of those proud women who beat up the boys and challenged them to bug-eating contests to prove that girls were just as strong as boys and that anything they could do she could do better. She got a lot of egging on from her sisters, and these whole boys vs. girl matches around the northern Hold of Igen probably only helped Ferris develop her big, sharp, honest-a** mouth. …Which she was, and is, quite proud of and thinks she’s rather good at slinging back comebacks in arguments.
Her mother wasn’t so happy about all of it, though, even though her father thought it was a hoot. When Ferris was old enough, she got shoved right into the scribe craft. Her mother thought it would be a quiet place that would teacher her to calm her mouth… or at least get into the habit of writing her prattling mind rather than saying her ideas etc. out loud. Yeah.. no… didn’t work so well.
Or well, Ferris was quite good at writing and transcribing things, but her mouth was basically labeled as a lost cause. All that can be said is that her teacher was so happy the day she was Searched and left for Ista at the age of 16 and he would no longer have to hear that his hands were like a watchwher’s or that the letters he had Ferris write were the doldrums and how he sounded like a wherry when he talked.
Ferris so far as stood at multiple Impressions, but has yet to Impress even herself. Shards…
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But would one look at that? It may have taken three years and a countless number of unsuccessful stands, but the strong survive, and Ferris has finally become what she really wanted to be: a dragonrider!
She Impressed to little Green Hwinth, a dragonet who's day of arrival into the world was anything but graceful and overly happy -- a brother Betweened, a clutchmate dead in the shell. Those are hardly happy occurances... and yet, in such brief hours of life, the little dragon had already proven her intelligence and qualities, and Ferris got a silent boost of Reality. It's going to be a good relationship.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:29 pm
Hwinth  Name: Hwinth Color: Green Types in: GreenPictures: Dragonet!About: Green Hwinth wishes you'd sit back and listen for once in your life. She is a paitient animal, but she has very little respect for the 'leap before looking' theory. She is a very intelligent green and she's a very solid personality. Hwinth is a rock and very little can shake her, be it emotional and logical. She often keeps her wits to herself, finding the occasional sharp remark much more effective than constantly speaking down to everyone else. And that, friends, is called tact. Hwinth has more tact than she knows what to do with. It can get in the way, sometimes; Hwinth can get too caught up in the game and forget the players. Unpredictable things irk her the most, but she'll simply work that into her plan and chug along. Hwinth is average-sized as far as greens go and she is built proportionally. What really catches people's attention is her flashy pattern. She herself isn't that impressed with her looks; it's only her hide, after all. She's prone to arguing against compliments. Flattery goes against Hwinth's undersell, over-deliver philosophy. She's a stunner both looks and wits, but the less you expect, the more Hwinth actually impresses. She relies on this ability heavily, and while she will never go out of her way to actually look stupid, her intelligence is a very closely guarded secret. She rarely even shares it with hers. Her intelligence is something Hwinth's rider just knows about, so the green doesn't see the need to rub it in. She's not arrogant and she's not insecure. In fact, her wits usually only appear to come to her rider's aid. Despite her aloofness, she's actually quite devoted to her rider, even if she won't say it in so many words. She's incredibly empathetic and it is in the times of her rider's greatest needs that Hwinth lets go of her philosophy and self-interest in order to soothe her rider. Hwinth sees very little in Flights and simply views them in political terms. She is, perhaps, one of the only dragons able to keep some degree of rationality during this time, but yes, Hwinth is able to think her Flights out to some extent. Her rider's opinion rarely plays a choice in her agenda and unless her choice is distressing her rider greatly, Hwinth will make the choice all on her own. Oh god, why me? Hwinth is so glad she found Ferris. What good is wisdom if you have no one to share it with? Hwinth thinks there are many things she can teach Ferris, and she thinks that Hers is good student. Wisdom is no good if you're teaching an unreceptive pupil. She sees the potential for a very intelligent partner and Ferris isn't afraid to speak her mind, something Hwinth holds as very important. Once she teaches Ferris her own personal politics, they'll be a very hard team to beat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:35 pm
The American Paint Horse The American Paint Horse is a breed of horse that combines both the conformational characteristics of a western stock horse with a pinto spotting pattern of white and dark coat colors. Developed from a base of spotted horses with Quarter Horse and Thoroughbred bloodlines, the American Paint Horse is now one of the fastest-growing breeds in North America. Each Paint Horse has a particular combination of white and another color of the equine spectrum. Most common are horses with white spots combined with black, bay, brown, and chestnut or sorrel. Less common are horses with spots that are palomino, buckskin, gray, cremello, perlino, various shades of roan, or various shades of dun, including grullo. Hwin
Hwin is a fictional character from C. S. Lewis's fantasy series The Chronicles of Narnia. She is prominent in the book The Horse and His Boy. Hwin, a mare, was born as a free talking beast in the Land of Narnia, but was captured as a foal by the Calormenes, and has lived her life as the property of humans, hiding her true nature as a talking horse. However, to prevent her mistress, Aravis Tarkheena, from committing suicide (to escape an arranged marriage), Hwin has revealed her true nature to Aravis, and has persuaded Aravis to flee with her to freedom in Narnia instead. In The Horse and his Boy, (the events of which all occur during the reign of the four Pevensie children in Narnia, an era which begins and ends in the last chapter of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe), Hwin and Aravis fall into company with the talking stallion, Bree, to whom Hwin is distantly related, and the boy Shasta. In the course of their adventures, the companions thwart an attempted invasion of Archenland and Narnia, and Hwin, nervous, gentle and humble by nature, passes through testing grounds in which courage and the ability to lead are developed in her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:37 pm
Hatching - p2
The Sorrow.
It was gone. …He was gone, just like that. A life that had been breathing, heart beating; it was physically and emotionally there, real and alive. … But now it was no more. Its place in life and the world no longer existed; he no longer existed.
Ferris had never really experienced death. It wasn’t some new concept, but it was a smack of reality, and it hit her hard. Her knees met the warm ground, and a palm of her hand followed soon after, but everything felt cold. So cold. The tears that fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks were as cold as the deepest parts of the ocean, and her throat was clenched shut like one had it in a vice grip. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak, she could hardly see the flecks of sand just a foot from her nose. All she felt was a tearing pain, and sorrow that sliced at every nerve in her body and severed every heart string. Emotion like this… it was something one should never have to feel or even fathom. It was like she was falling, and she clutched at her head and hair to stop the world from spinning.
Then a voice sounded so clear in her mind, like glass chiming together from a breeze, and then a small, wedge-shaped head dipped close to the ground and peered up at her through strands of her fly-away hair.
Ferrismine… Ferrismine… the little green called, and Hwinth moved her head back as Hers tilted up her head and blinked back bleary tears. She said little more while Ferris raised herself further, and then took her small head in both hands.
“Hwinth… you’re not…” Ferris fumbled with her words, sniffling and rubbing her cheek on her shoulder, tears still streaming. “It’s okay to cry – to keen… scream and –“
I do. …You can feel my pain; I do not have to show it; it is known and felt by the one who matters. As long as you know, Ferrismine, that’s okay with me. As long as we’re together, things will be OK.
And at this, Ferris… couldn’t even describe what she felt as she stared at Hwinth. Her Hwinth. This little dragon – this… newborn being that wasn’t even dry, had barely even begun to live and experience the world already knew more about life than Ferris had ever thought imaginable. Here this little dragonet, her brother gone from the world, her eyes swirling so dark and gray like an impending storm, so obviously in pain, was comforting her without so much as a second thought – shielding her, Ferris, from pain and sorrow when it should be the other way around… There were no words to describe it, and there needn’t have to be.
As chaos around them spread, Ferris drew the small green to her, and Hwinth extended her wings to the best of her ability to wrap around Hers, and together they sat in silence; in their own world, comforting each other with words that didn’t have to be spoken.
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