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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:22 pm
Welcome to Litaidar's Journal.
Here is her approved char app.
Post1- Welcome/Directory
Post2- Candidate
Post3- Dragon
Post4- Flits
Post5- Rps
Post6+ - Journal Entries
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:30 pm
Candidate Litaidar
Name: Litaidar
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Craft/Rank: Apprentice Wherry Farmer/Candidate
History:
Born a couple Turns before the takeover of Benden Weyr and its transformation into a wherhold, Litaidar doesn’t remember the old ways of the weyr. She grew up with the concept of rider/handler equality, but slightly skewed due to Keller’s tyranny. Overall the politics didn't affect her much as she was just a child. Things got a little tougher when the wherwars began. She was 8 when the other Weyrs attacked and drove Keller out of Benden. It turned her world upside down with everything she knew being thrown out the window. In the end, Keller retreated to Malvern and most of the dragonriders abandoned Benden. All but a small loyal group left Benden. Lita's parents were among the group that stayed, and she chose to remain with them and tend the flocks.
Her parents were common workers, although not drudges, of the weyr. Her father was a beasthandler who tended the flocks that fed riders and dragons, and her mother a baker in the kitchens. The hot enclosed kitchens were never for her. She loved the wild freedom her father had working with his flocks. Plenty of sunshine and the wind in her face always made her feel content.
Things weren't always pleasant for the little girl after the wars. When she was 9, she had an encounter with a young wher that she would never forget. Lita was playing ball with several friends, including Kitchi, when a young wher raced in to snatch the ball away. Before anyone could react the young girl had snatched the ball back. The baby blue wher attacked enraged; in his view his toy had been stolen. He reached out to snatch the ball away. The claws hit the ball free and tore through the muscles on her leg. Lita screamed and grabbed her leg. The handler showed up then to wrangle the blue away as other adults took Lita to the healers.
It took four months and two sevenday between healing and physical therapy before she was released from the healer's care. At first she had to worry about infection in the cuts, then Lita worried if she'd heal enough to still be able to be a beasthandler. During this time the companionship and care of her friend helped when Kitchi came to visit. After she healed enough the healers had her working on stretches and strengthening exercises. Lita was lucky in that she came out of her experience with some scars and only a slight limp. If the wher had been bigger or an adult things could have ended very differently. Since then though, she has despised the creatures.
At about 11 Turns, her father gave her her first baby wherry to raise. He taught her about the animals and how to care for them. For the next two Turns she trailed after her father until she reached 12 and was able to officially become an apprentice. Her flocks fed the much diminished population, and sometimes were sent out to the nearest holds in return for other goods. A surprise in her 16th Turn came on gold and bronze wings. Very rarely did riders come to visit, so when she heard the wing-beats of dragons she ran down to the landing area. Her eyes drank in the sight of the pair of dragons. What happened next was almost unbelievable and would change her entire life.
The gold turned her head toward Lita, then a rich voice blossomed inside her mind. You and your friend would make suitable candidates for my clutch. I will tell my rider. Her?! A candidate? But the voice had said her and her friend. She realized that Kitchi was also standing beside her, and her mouth formed an 'O'. They'd both been Searched! It didn't take long before she found herself astride one of the dragons with a few possessions and on her way to Trine.
Description:
She is a strong woman with subtle curves that will become generous curves as she grows. Litaidar stands about 5'2" and will grow to reach 5'6". She has chestnut brown, almond-shaped eyes. Her hair is a dark chestnut brown with a light wave to it and goes mid-length down her back. She walks with a slight limp favoring her right leg from a wher attack. Her clothing consists of a blouse and vest, with a calf length skirt. She wears a belt with a loop for her lasso.
Personality:
Litaidar is a lady who doesn’t mince her words. She likes short and to the point. That being said, she isn’t a person who tries to offend. Her words are chosen thoughtfully with care to be as inoffensive as possible. Don’t get her wrong; she won’t sugar coat the truth if someone needs to hear it. It’s just she doesn’t intend to offend. She navigates a fine line that requires plenty of thoughtfulness and tact to pull off gracefully. Lita has one major flaw where this doesn’t apply: whers. She thinks they are ugly beasts, savage, and un-tamable. The teen avoids them at all costs. When she can’t avoid them, she’ll loudly state her opinion on them. Litaidar may step in to calm ruffled feelings when her friend Kitchi oversteps the bounds of common sense, which happens frequently.
She takes pride in her craft and her work. One of the skills she's worked hardest at is roping. She uses her lasso work to help keep her wherry flock in line. It's also good for showing off a little. Lita will make a game of roping unwary passersby when she's practicing. She is learning how to care for and raise a healthy flock. Early on in her apprenticeship, she decided to focus on raising egg layers and birds for the table. It was tough on her when her first birds were ready for slaughter. Lita learned with her father's help that though she might care for them, they served their own purpose. It is the cycle of life, and she has come to accept that. Her maternal instincts tend to kick in strongly when she is taking care of her flock. She is very protective of them. Litaidar won't hesitate to take in any orphaned wherries, however it happened.
Her biggest weakness is her self-critical tendencies. When she's not absolutely certain of something she tends to question herself. Lita often second or triple guesses herself. It makes it difficult for her to realize that usually her first instinct is the right one. The more she questions herself or guesses the more emotional she'll get. The more emotional and distraught she becomes the more she'll question herself. It's a dreadful downward spiral unless someone smacks her out of it. Lita will become desperate to find the right answer at these times. She'll tend to rush into something as she tries to deal with her emotions.
Other: Would love for her to get a wherhandler for a boyfriend, and maybe have him show her whers aren’t all evil.
Will be Searched from Benden Weyr by Vosin.
Friend with The_Muffin_Puppy's candidate.
Litaidar's RP Color: #800080
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:37 pm
Dragon
She doesn't have a dragon yet.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:39 pm
Litaidar's Firelizards She has no flits right now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 12:18 pm
A Hatching Disaster She winced every time the apprentices carrying her stretcher stumbled over the uneven sands. Lita wanted to shout at them to be more careful, but she thought it was probably just the pain speaking. This was so much worse than her long ago memories of the wher attack. It now ranked second as the worst day; with this one being number one. How she hated those beasts. Dragons, whers; they were all alike! Hot tears streaked down her temples. She couldn’t wait to get to the infirmary where they could give her a cup of wine laced with felis juice and she could sleep.
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It was several days past the hatching. Litaidar woke up to the sun shining in. The healers had fixed her dislocated shoulder while she slept. It still hurt some, and her cuts were slowly healing. Someone must have put numbweed on them last time the bandages were changed since they didn’t hurt too badly at the moment. Lita sighed and rested back on her pillow. While she wanted to go home right now, she was told it wasn’t wise to go between with these injuries. So she’d have to wait until she’d healed. They probably had better healing facilities here than back at home, so it was probably good she had to stay.
The one highlight was that Kitchi was around to visit. It was nice having familiar company around in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Lita wished privately she hadn’t been lured away from her wherry flock. She should have sent Kitchi on and stayed home. It didn’t matter what she should have done now. She was stuck here at least until she healed. Then she could ask or beg for a ride back. Not from the dragons that had searched her, oh no. One of the blues or greens would do just fine. She would have plenty of time to make her plans.
Lita didn’t have much. She would need to pay the rider for the flight back. Maybe she could offer a bird or two from her flock to feed the dragon or rider. It wasn’t much but she hoped it would be enough. She took an unsteady breath. Was her Pop taking care of her birds? The way she’d just left and all, had probably left him in a bind. Well she was coming back and she’d never leave again.
A sudden noise started to spread across the healer’s hall. Lunch must have arrived, she realized. Litaidar knew she had to eat to get better. Maybe Kitchi would come and keep her company while she ate. She waited as the plates and bowls were passed out to the patients there. Some people needed help to eat and someone sat down beside their bed to help them. Lita could do most of it herself with her one hand and a table that swung over the bed. Sometimes she did need help, particularly just after her accident someone had fed her. Now she tried to do it, or let Kitchi feed her.WC: 509
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