Name: CamrielAge: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider? She's new to Western Weyr
Previous Rank/Craft: Hunt
Physical Description: 5'2", 115 lbs, balanced, athletic build (think: gymnast). Look closely, and you'll see that Camriel is a fearsome bundle of muscle that allowed her to hunt with the best. Now, she keeps her body honed for the rigors of being a dragonrider. She has an oval face with a pointed chin and a sweet, sassy smile and long, naturally wavy brown hair that is usually pulled into a bun. Wide green eyes and a sharp nose that comes to a noticeably point – it's the sharpest thing about her if you don't count her wicked tongue.
Personality:
Don't tell me I can't – Never mistake Camriel's size for inability. Like a small angry dog, she brims with a fire capable of burning even the best and the brightest, and she will not hesitate to unleash it on whichever poor soul provokes her anger. And they're not just empty words. Fearless, albeit also reckless, she won't hesitate to throw herself into harm's way and do her best to make it out unscathed. It's her way of proving that she damned well can and it's worked just fine for her so far. Camriel is not fond of rules that tell her what she cannot do, and prefers instead to lay down her own law. She can be a pint-sized b***h and a half with a scalding vocabulary to match, but only toward people who would try to keep her down.
History:
Camriel and her twin brother A'rell grew up in a little-known weyrhold in the South called Deadfall Weyrhold, so named for its vague resemblance to a deadfall trap. The weyrhold was filled with fierce and loyal hunters and was home to a small band of retired dragonriders and their kin. Theirs was a small clan that enjoyed a relatively privileged position in the weyrhold, but preferred to take care of itself and subsist as much on the land as it could. The dragonriders, now grandparents and great-uncles, numbered five and regaled the weyrhold children with tales of glory days gone by, when they'd flown as wingriders at High Reaches Weyr and then gone on to explore the continents and make names for themselves.
Camriel and her brother and cousins, the grandchildren of these dragonriders, grew up hungering for such stories of their own. But they kept themselves busy taking care of the clan. They learned to read the land as children and grew up hunting together. Although hardly the most patient of the band, Camriel prided herself on her deadly skill with a knife.
The kids grew, and two of the dragonriders passed, leaving the weyrhold with three elders to admire and care for. With fewer hands to farm and hunt, the dragonriders' clan began to reach out and become more entrenched in the everyday workings of the weyrhold as a whole. Eventually the existence of Deadfall Weyrhold became known to a passing goldrider, whose dragon had risen not long ago and desperately needed a place to clutch.
Only five eggs made it to the Hatching. Everyone of a suitable age in the weyrhold attended the event, and Camriel – running late and dragging her brother behind her as usual – pushed her way to the front of the crowd. There on those sands, her life changed forever. A little white, speckled dragon nosed her way over (though not without first knocking over several other people) and told Camriel she was Hers, and also, Kith was hungry.
Those that impressed looked to the three elderly dragonriders for guidance, which they gave as best they could. They taught the new weyrlings everything they knew and remembered, chiefly the practical stuff – dragoncare, knots, firestone selection, flight – the stuff they could never forget because it was so deeply ingrained into their bodies.
Other aspects of dragonriding, which weyrlings at a proper weyr would have known, fell to the wayside. Dueling tactics and proper Threadfighting techniques were hardly covered and the new riders' grasp of Pernese and dragon history was minial. Going Between? They had a decent grasp and could do it, but any dragonrider at a Weyr would likely look at them and wonder how they'd made it so many years without killing themselves accidentally.
For years, the riders worked on perfecting their skills with their dragons. Then Threadfall returned. Driven by an instinctive need to fight Thread and a burning desire to prove her and her little white dragon's worth, Camriel found herself transferring to Western Weyr.
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Kith
Age: 5
Color: White
Size: 13'
Physical Description: A little pixie of a dragon to match her tiny rider, Kith is lean and lithe, made to squeeze into impossible spaces or to twist, turn, dance, move any which way you would want. Where Azoth is a tank, Kith is all grace and slender lines. She is incredibly quick and agile and with so little of her to maneuver, she can zip around with ease.
Personality:
Trickmaster – One look and it's easy to see that Kith is a master of cheek and tricks. She has a sort of grin about her that makes it seem like she's always up to no good – and most of the time, she is. Sitting still is difficult for this little dragon, especially when there are people to prank and dragons to ruffle and new ways to test her rider to see if Camriel is really paying attention. Kith is more than a handful and loves to play games, often acting as if she hasn't a care in the world. In truth, she's not the most careful dragon, but she's every bit as determined as her rider so when things get tough, tough little Kith will get going.
Ref from DollDivine
