Age: 31
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demi, Bi
Weyr: Other
Rider Rank: -Snerks- Weyrless
Previous Rank/Craft: Mercenary, flint knapper/wood carver
Physical Description: H'lin is a slender women and a bit on the smaller side at 5'3''. She is mainly flat in the chest and hips, with little in the way of curves and a bit lanky in limbs. She wears her jet black hair cut in a short bob that reaches her chin. She has heavy lid,long lashed, bright green eyes and soft lips in a gentle oval face. H'lin may not ever show up in a dress to any event but her wardrobe is full of crop jackets, half, full, and split skirts, splats, and bodices and long sleeve shirts.
Personality: H'lin of all her siblings is the quiet one, the one that people would have a tendency to over look if she didn't stand so confident and boldly meet peoples eyes or be a bit outstanding in dress. She never has much to say, rather holding her words in till she has a reason to speak out. She rather watch and listen, quiet and intense.
She loyal to her family, judgmental to everyone else and slow to warm up to strangers and unbending when angered or feeling betrayed. Arguing with H'in just makes more passionate to prove herself right. She doesn't like to stay anywhere for long, very much a drifter and preferring to be able to toss her things and go.
Traditionalist can bite her, she is protective of her family and her dragon and shard it, don't remark on her green riding brothers or father. She throws a sharp punch, has a surprising biting tongue, and no afraid to fight dirty.
She is very focus, when things are set to get done, she gets them done and works hard to make sure they are as perfect as she possibility can get in the time frame.
Positive Trait ListLoyal, confident, hard working and focused
Negative Trait List Protective, Drifter, antisocial
History: As the only daughter, H'lin has been taught at a very early age not to take crap from any man and how to protect herself. A lot of it was how to fight dirty and how to make the loudest fit possible. She often followed her parents around, watching and learning.
H'lin learned to flint knapping and wood carve from various friends of her parents and various men and women that came and went. She had a knack to find the best place and angle to shape and split the stone into useful items.
Things have always been a mix of boring, nerve wrecking, and world changing excitement. The biggest changes had to be her elder brothers impression and then her own nearly a eleven turns later. She couldn't remember when Locke impressed and it only started to seem less of a fluke when V'ail found his partner at a dinky weyrhold. It was now a possibility.
And one thing that they took was that chance, so when they happened to end at a weyr that had eggs hardening on the sands they tried to stay and watch. The trip to the north was one of the longest contracts for protect they have ever taken, and the first time and last H'in would ever get on a ship.
The North was different, but enjoyable when she finally got on solid land. They traveled from Fort Weyr up to High Reaches and then down to Nabol to get raw ores. Nabol was where she met her bonded and perhaps one of the strangers clutching grounds she had been at. Nabol was a hold not a weyr and everyone seemed a bit edgy.
They stayed to see what would hatched while the trade caravan took in all that Nabol hold had to offer. At first she believed only Nash would impress, finding his bonded early. All the eggs seemed to be hatched when snout poked out from the egg shells, and slowly a brown worked his way out of the sand having been partly buried.
He shook himself and rainbow eyes met her and a a voice spoke, comforting like layers of wool blankets and gleaming glints of gold and flickering of candle flames.
After a tense talk, they decided to leave Nabol with the hatchlings instead of staying. Two week later, the hatchlings were tucked into a empty wagon and they were making their slow way back down. They managed to keep the hatchlings fed and oiled, though some of the food might have been gathered by less then legal means.
H'lin was very glad that they got to traveled between when they reach the harbor then on ship, and they spent the rest of the time in the camp with their grandparents until the rest of the family finished the long journey back by ship.
H'lin and Taseneth work more as packhorses for the mercenary group, their strength making it easy to more the camp from place to place and get the basics set up.
Other:
DRAGON
Name: Taseneth
Age: 9
Color: Brown
Size: 42' - Max brown, big boyo
Physical Description: Taseneth is a soft gradient brown with a pale belly and speckling darker on his back and wings.
Personality: elegant, artistic, compassionate, materialistic, pessimistic
Well, at least one of you has taste. Come along Hollin, let us leave these uncultured ones behind us.
Taseneth brings artistic to a whole new level, the Brown is perhaps the best or worst critic one could hope for in the judging of aesthetics, expression, and skill. He certainly difficult to please, concern with what Hollin wears, what she carves with, what is trending and of course with the state of his weyr, tack, and other possessions. There is never enough and certainly something always better. They have to keep up with the up and coming fashions.
Despite his elegance and composure he is also has pessimistic gloom of his outlooks of what he can obtain. Something is bond to go wrong and it will cause him pain or humiliation or something horrible at the very least.
Underneath the bluster, there is a warm compassionate dragon. He really wants the best for Hollin, and sometimes that gets lost in his air of gloom or his search for what he believes is truly the very best of them but his love is deep and overflowing when it comes to the surface.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Silver sheep Taeneth- tranfer /now brown
Look at this pretty art from WishNabol Hold
3564.10.05
Sharath x Efraath (brown)
19 Eggs
0 gold / 0 bronze / 4 browns / 7 blues / 8 greens
