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Name: Dizzian
Age: 21 (as of 11/9/13)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft/Rank: Wingrider

History: She grew up in the Weyr with her parents. Her father Donian is a Journeyman Beastcrafter and helps care for the Weyr's wherry herd. Her mother Izira is also a Weaver. She is currently teaching her daughter her craft as both make cloth for basic supplies like blankets, clothing and bandages for the Weyr. Dizz often gets pegged for baby sitter duty and will find herself in charge of a handful of children at a time as their parents go about their work for the day or just relax without the noise of younglings about.
She's stood to Impress at a few clutches now since being Searched. The apparent lack of interest from dragon-kind has been hard on her so far. It's an emotional roller coaster every time a clutch is laid. Even with telling herself not to she gets her hopes up and starts 'planning' out her future since THIS time will be it. When it passes and even the Atypicals have been and gone she stands yet again, alone on the Sands. This sends her into a long down period. She then resigns herself back to weaving until the next time a Gold or Crimson rises.

Description: Dizz is 5'4" and 145lbs with fair skin. Her hair is dark brown and not quite straight, it tends to curl and flip up at the ends, some in towards her face, some out to her shoulders. She has blue eyes and a faint flush across her cheeks and nose that grows more prominent when she's feeling a strong emotion. Dizzian usually wears the same outfit every day, knee-length pants and tunic tied with a crocheted belt. The colors will change depending upon her mood but the style pretty much stays the same. She's not particularly partial to shoes but will wear sandals when necessary.

Personality:
Dizzian is usually in one of two modes, each at opposite extreme's of the emotional spectrum. You're lucky if you find her in the middle and feeling sedate. She can be incredibly hyper and happy and gogogogogo. In this mode she'll not want to do anything serious and getting her to focus on work is difficult at best. She is EASILY distracted at these times. She'd rather joke and laugh and play silly. She'll say No! to the simplest of requests even if she fully intends upon doing it, just for the sake of arguing. It can get annoying. About the only thing that can hold her in one place at this point is her knitting or a book.
On the other hand, when she's feeling down she gets snippy and reclusive and a overly dramatic. She doesn't like to talk about her feelings, she doesn't want to work it out or solve the problem. She wants to be left alone until she calms down. She doesn't yell or fight when she's angry. If she's upset she usually just clams up and doesn't say anything and her face goes blank. If you push her far enough she'll burst into tears though.
She's prideful, she doesn't like to admit when she's done or said something wrong. If you call her out on it It's almost an instant switch into down mode.
She DOES have calm moments. When she's feeling 'normal' she wants to be helpful and can be a hard worker. In a small way this is to make up for her behavior in her manic modes.
In general Dizzian's a nice friend as long as you can tolerate her mood swings. She loves her friends no matter how new and is incredibly loyal right from the get go. It takes some effort to break her trust, she wants to believe in the best of people and will turn a blind eye or forgive too quickly. Once her trust in you is broken it's gone. There has yet to be a person to truly earn it back though some have returned to a 'friend' state. She is especially blind when it comes to love interests. She's happy letting others make big decisions but wants to feel like she has control over what she's doing. If someone starts to fight her on it she'll concede and let them have their way.
Dizzians reactions under stress vary depending upon her mode. When up she can respond quickly and even take the lead in a situation. If she's down though she can panic and go into a mental shut down, needing someone to direct her every actions.
She tends to get along with boys better than girls though she's not opposed to having female friends. She's a natural flirt and will flirt with either gender though it's mostly meaningless and just for fun. She's only interested in male relationships. Dizz MAY sleep with a girl if the opportunity arises just to try it once.
She's aware of her mood wings and personally hates them. She can recognize when one hits her and is conscious of the change but she feels out of control when it comes to stopping it.

Other: Dizz won't readily admit it but her eyesight is not the best. She gets by in the day to day world just fine but sometimes you can catch her squinting to see fine details or see something far away.


Fighting Stats:
HP: 25
Atk: 1D6 + 1
Def: 1D4 + 1
Acc: -3

The Flits

Green Tweaker
Age: 2 turns (as of 5/9/12)
Obtained: Gifted to her from her parents
Flights:
Personality: As her name suggests this little girl is hyper. She doesn't sit still for long at all, even when asleep. She loves to chitter and move about and get into everyone's business. She can be found riffling through drawers or digging into pockets in search of anything that catches her fancy. Dizz is often having to return 'stolen' objects back to their proper owners.


Blue Spazz
Age: 2 turns (as of 5/9/12)
Obtained: Gifted to her from her parents
Flights: Lady - 3 eggs,
Personality: Spazz and Tweaker are two peas in a pod. Both equally talkative and energetic. While she likes to snoop and steal, Spazz likes to play. He'll grab at something in your hand and play tug-o-war or keep away if he can pry it from your grip. He and Tweaker are often seen chasing eachother about the Weyr causing a scene when one takes something from the other.




Green Freak
Age: Hatchling (as of 8/10/12)
Obtained: From Lady and Spazz's clutch
Flights:
Personality: Freak is an interesting little green. At one moment she's just the sweetest little love bug, perfectly willing to curl up with you and get all the pets. In a heartbeat she'll pull a complete one-eighty and turn on you like you killed her mother. Dizz isn't sure what if anything at all sets the girl off or if she's just mental.

Living Quarters

She has a weyr of her own?! Be careful... you might trip on something.

Seriously it's a mess in there.

Seriously.

RP Log

In Progress:
A Knitting Hope - PRP w/ Aislin


Finished:
Courath's Maiden Flight - Solath wins!
A New Era - ORP w/ Hekate
To the Fire Pits! - ORP w/ Jolene, Roscoe, Aerith
Playing with Fingerpaints - ORP w/ Neptanth, Solath, Troiseth
Raise it Up - ORP w/ Hekate, Z'fer
Flitter Kisses - PRP w/ Hekate
For Whom the Thread Siren Screams - ORP
Casualties of War - PRP w/ Hekate x D'lin
Trine Assembly - ORP w/ Hekate x S'kiro x F'iar
Dance with the Devil - PRP w/ Hekate x Z'fer
Dragonlight Demonstration - ORP w/ Hekate x Syn x Eliza
Early Morning Anarchy - PRP w/ Hekate
Tunnelsnake Oil - PRP w/ Hekate
Adventure Time! - PRP w/ K'yt x Selene
Theta Clutch Feast - ORP w/ S'kiro x F'iar x Syn x Hekate
Theta Clutch Hatching! - ORP, Impressed Green Courath!
Theta Clutch Touching - ORP (Pre-Impression)
Sharding little flits... - PRP w/ S'kiro (Pre-Impression)
A Day in the Life... - PRP w/ Cissal (Pre-Impression)
Woman, Dragons, Oh My! - ORP w/ Amunet x Optheli x S'kiro (Pre-Impression)
Silence of Oblivion - ORP (1 post)(Pre-Impression)
Excess Energy - ORP (short) w/ S'kiro x N'var(Pre-Impression)


Fights:
Itchin for a Fight - PRP w/ Agrin/Agrisk


Lessons:
Soon to Fly + .25 exp
Meet the Wingleaders + .25 exp


Threadfall:
North Trine, Along the Coast + 1 exp
It Never Rains, but pours + 1 exp



Watchrider Reqs
RP1: Courath's Maiden Flight
RP2:
RP3:
RP4:
RP5:
Thread:North Trine, Along the Coast
Thread:It Never Rains, but pours
Thread:
Event:Soon to Fly
Event:Meet the Wingleaders

What if I don't Impress again? Mom and I have been fighting again recently. It seems like we always do when there's a clutch on the sands. This time is different though. Thread is back and she's practically begging me not to try anymore. She wants me to finish my training at the WeaverHall and leave the Weyr altogether. She doesn't understand though! Yes Thread is scary and yes there's a chance I could die but I don't want to make bandages for the rest of my life! I don't want to feel helpless when we have to run indoors and take shelter every time a Fall occurs over the Weyr. I want to be out there DOING something. I want to be the hero! I've heard that some candidates have left the Weyr, afraid of Impressing now that it's no longer fun and games. I don't know how they could give it up so easily. I won't. I don't care what she says, I'm an adult now and I will Stand till I can't anymore. I've told her that already.

I'm thinking about moving to the Candidate barracks for good. I can't stand listening to her day in and day out anymore. She's driving me sharding mad and it's just not worth it anymore.

(Man I feel like this is horribly written...but I don't want to fix it right now. Just want to get it done)

"Well the bones feel like they've set well. Tell me, does it hurt when I press here?"

Dizzian looked to Courath, then shook her head. "She says it's tender but doesn't actually hurt." Her heart fluttered in her chest, anxiety writing it's tell tale lines across her face. The scarring across her dear green's side was, well, ugly. The membrane puckered and rippled where it melded into her hide, the dark green mottled with paler scar tissue. Still, the healer's prognosis was favorable. She could stretch her wing out fully, and the joint had lost no mobility, though it was weak from disuse. She may not fly as quickly as the rest of her clutchmates but there was no reason to think she'd be grounded forever.

"Good. We'll leave the splint off now but I don't want to see her over exert herself. Stretch it daily but be gentle. Don't pull until it hurts." She looked over the green's wing again, trailing her fingertips along the puckered edge. "We might go back in later and make an incision here, and here, to smooth those ripples. A few stitches and another sevenday of healing ought to take care of them." The healer turned to Dizzian and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't worry. You both were quite lucky." To Courath she added. "You're the perfect patient Courath. I only wish other dragons were as calm as you!"

A touch of Courath's nose made the healer blush. She giggled almost nervously before making shooing motions with her hands. "Go on now, get some sun and a touch of exercize. You both need it!"

Dizzian felt the weight that had resided in her chest lift as they left the Healers tent, finally they were free! Courath's eyes practically glowed as the green followed her rider out. She couldn't keep her wings still, fluttering them gently and reveling in the ability to move again. Never would she consent to staying in a healers tent again so long as she could help it. She'd had enough!

Their celebration was interuppted by the arrival of a young lad wearing beastcraft apprentice knots. He ran right up to them and, gasping between sentences, made his request. "Please miss! Are you Dizzian? I was told to give this to the girl with the injured green." Courath snorted at the description, the beastcrafter didn't even flinch, only grinned further. " Came by flitter to the Master and he said you'd want to see it!" With that he handed a slightly crumpled roll of hide to her and gave a sloppy salute, trotting off back towards the remains of the stables, duty discharged.

Dizzian gave an odd look to Courath, almsot afraid to open the letter. Her anxiety was back making her blood pound in her ears. She didn't want to open it...if it had come from the beastcrafters...she hadn't seen her parents since before the revolution. No word had come of their bodies found or whether they still lived. In her initial concern over Courath's survival she hadn't been able to fully address their loss, but as they convalsesed in the infirmary, she'd dwelled on it far too long. She was sure this letter held their fate.

A wave of gentle support washed through Dizzian's mind, calming her trembling body. ~ Open it Mine. We both need to know. ~ Dizzian thanked what lucky stars had brought her Courath and nodded, tears already spilling from her eyes. Slowly she unrolled the hide. She could only take in the first few lines before her vision blurred to much to read further, sinking to her knees she draped herself on Courath's neck, sobbing hystericly into her soft green hide.

Courath, connected so closely to Dizzian as she was, didn't need to ask what the letter had said. Dizzian's parents were alive. She crooned softly, rubbing her face on Dizzian and whuffing into her hair. As her sobs began to quiet, Courath nudged her into sitting up. ~ What else does it say?~

Dizzian rubbed her eyes and nose on the sleeve of her shirt, picking up the letter from where it had fallen and squinting to make out the rest of the words. "They're back at mom's Hold... Dad was injured in the first wave of fighting...and they fled with an older rider before our people got back to fight the whers off. They're staying with my mother's family till dad heals." She took a shaky breath. It was almost too much good news for her to bear. Her dad had borrowed a friend's firelizard to send a letter to his Master at Trine, asking for news of the weyr and his daughter. The Master had already alerted her dad to her condition and this was her father's response, addressed to her. "I need to send them a letter... "

~ Do that Mine, then we will eat out in the sun. I want to swim more than anything right now ~

"Yeah... see if Hekate and Devith want to join us." She brightened with a hysertical laugh. " I can't wait to tell her!"