Age: 36
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Entertainer
Physical Description: Emori’s most prominent feature is her eyes. They are unusually large and almond-shaped with brown irises. Their size makes them striking and they seem pretty at first glance, but the longer one gazes into them, the more alien Emori begins to look—almost as if someone else’s eyes had been placed in her face. Her hair, straight, flat, and black, ends just past her shoulders, with sloping bangs down to her cheek-bones and parted on the right side. She isn’t especially curvy, as far as her body goes, but she has enough to make her clearly female. She normally stands at five feet, three inches, but can squeeze in an extra inch when she fully straightens up.
Personality: This girl was holdbound since she was born, and so had quite a time conforming to the bustle of weyr life. She’d always depended on others, but making her own choice to become a candidate was her first step in becoming a more self-reliant person. She Impressed green Inannath, and through a series of unfortunate events, the pair moved on to forge their own path outside the weyrs. Necessity forced them to become independent very quickly.
Emori has very strong ethics and does not deal well with guilt—though she has little trouble making others feel guilty if they are, by her book, in the wrong. Admittedly, she was a bit of a tattletale as a child, but nowadays she prefers to go straight to the culprit to set things right.
On a somewhat humorous note, Emori loves to wear fancy clothes, as they make up for her plainness, and whenever possible, she wears hats or headdresses that minimize her too-big eyes. She’s dealt with enough teasing over these oddities that it doesn’t bother her anymore.
Her interest in romance is currently rather superficial, due in part to a major hurt in her own past and to her green dragon’s extreme jealousy. Men are nice to look at and maybe flirt a little, but heaven forbid she actually get Close to them.
Positive Trait List Honest, fashionable, devoted
Negative Trait List Grudging, self-conscious, naive
History:
Before being Searched:
As the relative of a Holder, Emori never had to live too roughly. She grew up with her numerous siblings and cousins, playing silly games like Dress-up and Capture-the-Dragon. The latter game never meant anything sinister to her until she was older and allowed to hear and participate in grown-up conversations. The holdfolk were quite fond of talking about the dragonmen and their undeserved “tithes.” These men also enjoyed kidnapping young men and women from the holds to take back to their weyrs. Raised in such an environment, with no first-hand experience with the riders, Emori believed it all. She hated them just as much as anyone else for taking what they pleased from her family and friends. There was no reason for it, save that “Thread” excuse, which had been invalid for over a thousand Turns.
Imagine her horror when she was Searched in her eighteenth Turn. Emori, along with another girl and several boys, were chosen by two leather-clothed men and their gigantic blue monsters. They were told they didn’t have to go, but it seemed impossible to outmaneuver the smooth-talking dragonriders. They were almost hypnotic, easily convincing the boys to come, no matter how loudly their parents protested. They’d have a chance to fight. A chance to fly. A chance for so many freedoms one could never find in a hold. In the end, Emori also went with the men, but not for these things.
What made her go, despite her fear, was the blueriders’ description of what happened to hatchlings that did not find the One. She’d looked at the two immense beasts whose necks they sat astride, unable to imagine how such grand, if terrifying, creatures could be denied life… just like that. She did not want to be the one who was not there.
She went to Western Weyr, determined to look on the bright side of things, but Emori was completely out of her element. She hoped that the Hatching would come swiftly, so she could fail to Impress, free her conscience, and go home.
After being Searched/Before Impression:
Besides being compelled to work harder than she ever had before, nothing much happened to Emori at Western Weyr until the pre-hatch Gather. There, she met another candidate, a weyrbrat who’d been there her entire life. They had a bit of an argument about the holder's lack of interest in the Hatching, which ended in the other's storming off. There was also a man there, who Emori recognized and meant to speak to, but her row with the other candidate kept her from getting to him before he left.
As the days wore on, Emori avoided that man. Upon her return to Western, she learned that he was a bronze dragonrider. That destroyed any interest she had in speaking with him. He managed to corner her, though, and a calm, thoughtful discussion about the worth of the weyrs ensued, contrary to both of their expectations. The rider then proposed a deal to Emori: If she did not Impress at the upcoming Hatching, and if he could not convince her that her time at the weyr was worthwhile, he would return her to her family's hold himself. They shook on it, both believing they had the upper hand.
Emori went to the Hatching, firmly believing she would not Impress. Halfway through the event, a green dragonet of the brightest shade anyone had ever seen was born, and it made straight for her. She Impressed the stunning but exhaustively talkative Inannath, vastly broadening her world view in the space of moments.
After Impression:
Emori’s love for her dragon was all-encompassing, but she had an awful feeling that she could never fit in at Western Weyr, or any weyr. Whether or not it was actually true, she felt shunned by everyone else for her previous attitude, and couldn’t see any way to redeem herself. Her own family disowned her once they discovered that she had Impressed. To top it all off, Inannath’s maiden mating flight was a disaster.
The only person Emori really trusted was that bronzerider, and though she would not say a word to the man himself, her desperate pleas to Inannath resulted in his dragon winning the flight. In hindsight, that was probably not the best thing for Inannath’s well being, she being so tiny compared to the great bronze. Thankfully, the green was not injured, save for a few minor scratches, but her poor little mind was in absolute turmoil. She was a weird little green, proddy as the rest of them, but there seemed to be a connection failure somewhere in her head. The fact that Emori was enthralled with someone NOT her was unacceptable, even though it was actually Inannath’s doing that caused it. Emori’s own confusion in the matter made it worse.
She had long ago fallen in love with and expected to be married, or at least weyrmated to the bronzerider after what they had shared, however she was painfully disappointed when she learned that he was not willing to follow hold traditions. He was gentle with his rejection, but made it clear that he was ambitious to become a Weyrleader at Western or any other weyr where his bronze could fly a gold. He was not going to tie himself down. This was the last drop of poison that Emori could stomach.
Rules were slack in a time where Threadfall was unheard of, so it was a simple matter for Emori and Inannath to fly off in a random direction to find a new life for themselves. They landed at Fort Hold and spent the next twelve Turns doing whatever work was available in the surrounding areas. They often worked for Harper Hall and got to know the people there quite well. Each time Inannath rose to mate, however, it was always a difficult, chaotic event because other dragons were everywhere in those days. Both Emori and her dragon would be grounded, the green brokenhearted from what she perceived as her rider’s betrayal and both awash in painful memories of past flights for days, sometimes sevendays afterward.
One day, a Journeyman Harper called Lucayr returned from a distant weyrhold after being posted there for two Turns. He had Impressed a brown dragon called Tikth. He and his dragon quickly connected with Emori and Inannath, and they became fast friends. The Harper had sympathy for their story and seemed to understand Inannath’s strange ways when it came to mating flights. He began to develop plans to form a caravan of entertainers that featured a single pair of dragons in the performances. As Inannath and Tikth would be the only two dragons in the group, it would be easy to control the outcome of each flight, provided they were able to get a good distance from any settlements with other dragons. The riders agreed to stay apart and keep control of their senses, leaving the dragons free to follow their instincts without any incident.
The plan worked exceedingly well, and the caravan traveled for four Turns. The troupe became rather popular, and life was good.
Then came the Thread.
After Threadfall:
Stranded in a mountainous area between Nabol and High Reaches, their troupe suffered heavy losses of people and supplies in that first Threadfall. Those who were left barely made it through. Within a very short time, the troupe was hard-pressed for medical attention and food, and shadowed by fear that another wave of silver could come at any time. Additionally, the dragons were beside themselves with frustration. Their natural drive was to fight Thread, but the last of their small firestone supply, kept for stunning flame displays during dragon acts, had been used to defend the caravan against raiders in the aftermath of the devastation. Emori and Lucayr were able to keep their dragons under control, but it wasn’t easy.
Knowing their ground-bound troupe members would be unable to go far, the two jumped Between to the closest cotholds to scout for help...
(“Welcome to High Reaches” RP begins here, to be backdated.)
Name: Inannath
Age: 18
Color: Green
Size: 18’
Physical Description: Inannath is an exceedingly small dragon, even for a green. She came from the smallest egg in her clutch, and she never ended up catching up to her clutch siblings. She doesn’t seem to notice her small size most of the time, though lining up Inannath with other greens is often humorous. She looks like she’s half-grown compared to most of them. She can’t hold more than one person at a time easily, and her flight sustainability isn’t very good, but she’s a very speedy little thing, and she relishes in taking sharp turns and dives that set her rider holding on to dear life, and laughing as she does so.
Personality: Inannath is extremely… talkative. That’s one way to put it. If you were to phrase it less politely, you would say that she is quite incapable of ever shutting up. There’s just a constant stream of words coming from her, a large part of it meaningless babble. There is one thing to say for it though- it’s grammatically correct meaningless babble. For a dragon, Inannath has an extraordinary vocabulary, and she always wants to learn new words and what they mean so that she can store them somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind. She will constantly pester her rider, or pester other dragons, and it’s hard to shake her off. Plus, she’s just so damn cute.
There is something endearingly flamboyant about Inannath. She seeks to be the center of attention, but not through very typical means. She would rather be the fool and have others laugh than be stuck up and unattainable. In fact, Inannath finds it hard to take just about everything seriously, often to her detriment. She just can’t see any situation as so serious that there can’t be some fun poked at it, with the exception of the death of another dragon. And even then, Inannath might crack a (wholly inappropriate) joke about how they were in life.
It’s safe to say that anything remotely sexual seems to go over Inannath’s head. She hardly understands her own feelings about Flight, and it tends to distress her after the fact. It would take a special male to get her take any sort of relationship seriously, and calm down. It distresses her, even as adult, when her rider engages in any sort of remotely sexual activity. The feelings confuse her, and she’ll creel and whine like a hatchling. She doesn’t like her rider’s attention to be diverted from her in that way. In her mind, she’s all her rider needs. These problems may eventually be able to be worked through, but it will take some time.
Inannath was written by Teh_Sil
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Transfer request
Official art, dropped 7/8/17!
