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Name: Sarai
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Rank: Wingrider of 8th wing Fort

Appearance: Golden eggs, that is an voluptuous amazon. Sarai comes from a family of giants and she certainly fits the build. At six foot tall in height and full body curvy partly from genetics and partly from a love of good food Sarai is defiantly noticeable. Her skin is weather beaten golden from years of running about in the sun when young. Her eyes are bright green and doe shape, large and heavy fringed with lashes. When on the ground, she keeps her mass of straight black hair loose and when riding her beloved Vespeth, she tosses it into an at the nape pony tail. She has a pert nose, and full round pink lips that break into easy smiles.

She certainly is prone to flashy colors and has taken to pants gleefully. They are just so much more easier to move in.

Personality:
Sarai is a sassy, flirtatious women. She is all saucy walk, confident, bright smile and lingering looks. Sarai appreciates your looks, your skills, and your voice. She is fully female and doesn’t shy away from making sure it is expressed. She has full breasts and she is pleased about that. A tad vain, a tad attention getting, and very willing to use her childhood friend as a chin rest, S’now certainly is subjected to surprise hugs, Sarai wants people to notice her. She is a social butterfly and craves gossip and compliments because while she knows she is a hot piece, it doesn't mean that she can't also enjoy people noticing.

Sarai knows where she is going in life and that is places. She is certain of her ability to go her job well, and her ability to succeed in life. She isn’t truly ambitious, despite this mind set of assurance in her own abilities, her goals are all minor and obtainable things. A piece of gold jewelry, a long flight, to win a race. She doesn’t plan for anything much longer than a few weeks. And she certainly doesn't go out seeking these dreamed up opportunities. Sarai rather relax and let them come to her.

She can’t tell if someone is manipulating her to save her life. Some what naive, somewhat an eternal optimist, Sarai tend see the good in everyone, or at the very least, wants to see the good in everyone. She gives everyone a second chance, then a third, and perhaps a fourth if someone with better sense then she hasn't interfered on her behalf. And even if someone meddled, well, she forgives them too.

Sarai might be a bit of a caregiver. She loves to bake and tends to gift her friends with pies and other savory snack foods. It isn't unusual for her to pop in and drop goods off or drag a friend off to make sure they actually eat. Food is good for you!

Positives - Confident, optimistic, forgiving,
Neutral- Flirty, sassy, social
Negatives - Short term planer, naive, vain and attention lover, does not seek opportunities


History: Sarai is the second daughter of a Master smith and a Journeyman baker. One could also say she came from a family of giants, her father towering at 6’7’’ and her mother a curvy strong women of 5’10. She has four elder siblings, three brothers, and a sister, making her the youngest.

Sarai had a good home life. She was doted on, ran a tad bit wild when she was younger with the neighbor’s son, Sounow was cute and while she didn’t have the patients for weaver’s craft, it was interesting to watch him work. Sarai wanted to do something more then get married. Her elder sister had learned their mothers craft and married well, and she was expected to do the same. And as much as she loved all aspects of cooking, specially eating the end results, she didn’t want to get married. She wanted to do something impressive.

She wanted to rider a dragon! A queen dragon, and control a Weyr and be treated like royality, not that she wasn’t already by her father, but it was her papa and he was over protective. She knew she was met for something better, so assured of it and badgered her parents insistently every time a search rider came to the hold so she stand.

And finally they gave in. They wouldn’t chose her, not unless there was a queen egg on the sand. But there was and at 15 turns on the cusp of 16 she went off as a candidate. The hatching came fast, and on her 16 turn of life, she impressed not a queen but a hefty blood splattered green.

And she didn’t care that Vespeth had fatally mauled more than one candidate. Vespeth was gorgeous, even bloody and she was a rider. Take that fort.

It turned out that Fort really didn’t care that a girl had impressed a green. It wasn’t as if she had impressed bronze and Sarai found herself more or less tolerated then anything. It was grating and she put up with it, because she wanted to do something. Vespeth and she were more than thread fodder.

Sarai did her job and did it well but didn’t have the same drive or ambition to seek out opportunities. When they found her, she would do them. Vespeth first flight and the overturning of certain restrictions certainly opened some doors. Sarai had a numerous of flights with others higher in rank then herself. But when thread didn’t appear and there were calls for a meeting to take place in Benden where the best of the best would meet, Sarai snapped up the chance to tag along. They needed things correct? She and Vespeth could carry them for them. Please, please? The fact she was having a fling with the first wings second probably helped.

The meeting was boring. Sarai wasn’t overly attentive to the comings and goings, more interested into socializing. She had Vespeth to pay attention to those sort of things. Her brilliant and protective fiery Vesp, who was just as brilliant as any queen. On the day of the massacre, she was sleeping in late, she certainly didn’t have to be there. It was Vespeth that woke her, the green stirring up a storm of harsh words and attempting to buzz the groups of fighters and give them all a piece of her mind since she couldn’t give them a piece of her claws.

Sarai hurried out of bed, quickly changing into the expensive green dress she had planned to wear later in the day, and shoved her feet into her riding boots and grabbed her boot knife. It wasn’t matching, but Vespeth was getting shot at and she could hear the noise rising. Instead of meeting them head on, she sought the nearest exit, the quickest way she could meet with her darling Vespeth and figure out what was happening.

Vespeth didn’t waste time going to her rider and getting them out of danger. Sarai was her everything, and when the foreign queen provided coordinates of somewhere safe, Vespeth flitted between.

To the future… but okay, she can handle this.


Name: Vespeth
Age: 8
Colour: Green

Feel of voice: Dark and resonant timber, with a hint of sharp venomous promises and the glow of amber.

Appearance: Vespeth for her time was not a small green. At 16.5 in length with a deep barrel of a chest and sturdy neck, Vespeth was bigger then average. Perhaps a bit of a beast considering her rather nasty temperament. She is as crisp and sharp green in coloration along her body and her wings are spider webbed with two shades darker than her primary color.

- Inspiration - Predatory wasps

Personality:

Vespeth is not the gossipy airheaded flirt of a green stereotype, she is ill-tempered and sharp voiced, tone dripping with sarcasm. She doesn’t consider the consequences when she lashes out at whoever disturbs her rest with a lashing tail and a burst of expletives. I was sharding sleeping here you crackskull lug. She is blunt, good graces and politeness were not something this green was blessed with. Caution? Blah, Vespeth doesn’t care how much a bronze outweighs her, that she’s outnumbered by whers, she’ll take them on. You dare challenge her? Vespeth will rip a strip out of your hide.

For all her faults, Vespeth is fiery passion and warm assurance. This is a green that never doubts herself, and perhaps recklessly brave is certainly more than willing to meet any challenge head on. And she meets every task and challenge with gusto, Vespeth doesn’t do things in halfs, she does it full out. She is a whirlwind of spirit and energy, brimming with confidence, something she shares with her rider and brought them closer together.

When it comes to her rider, Vespeth is a protective presence. She is always willing to listen and interfere if she thinks someone is taking advantage of her rider. Vespeth will grouchily speak to others if she deems them a manipulating sharding wherries spawn. You know that women? She’s my rider. If you hurt my rider, I will find a way to make your life miserable. I will find where you live, and I will defecate in front of your dwelling.

Other:

Think I have a round two set and ready