Name: Nicara
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Violinist
Physical Description: Though she's of average height Nicara is thin as a whip and holds herself with a regal bearing that she was not born into. Her features are not fine or particularly lovely but she is attractive in her own way. Blue eyes dominate her face just above her high cheekbones and her feathery black hair is usually pulled back into a high tail to keep it out of her way. Emotion is rare on her face and she does her best to keep any feelings from ever impacting the "poker face" she keeps to hide who she is.
Nicara's clothing and style are indicative of the sense of personal control she holds herself in constantly. Nothing she wears is considered stylish by any means; she prefers to stick to useful and practical for a dragonrider. The only time she wore anything that was fancy was when she walked the tables to become a Journeyman. Others have tried in vain to place her in more feminine clothing during her free time and have failed at each attempt. She would rather spend her free time with her dragon or her violin.
Personality: Fiercely loyal and committed to helping her best friend, the fiery Onasta, Nicara can be considered an enabler when it comes to helping her. Usually seen at her side, she reacts to anything that Onasta asks of her instantly and can be quite accommodating with her own free time as a result. She is intensely attentive to any needs that her friend might have and is capable of fulfilling nearly all of them thanks to being competent in many fields and very intelligent.
It's the intelligence that keeps her from essentially becoming a lap dog to Onasta. She can do many things and accomplish any task but she does not give all of her time to her friend; rather, she enjoys her own pursuits that bring her happiness and will not allow anything to impede upon them. Her violin is her greatest pursuit, having been a Journeyman before becoming a dragon rider, and she takes any and all opportunities to play it for her own enjoyment. Playing for the Weyr and dragons has taken getting used to, before Impressing she was used to playing for the other inhabitants of the Harper Hall but no one else.
Her emotionless expressions hide a kind heart and a courageous strength that pours from her when in the sky with Thread. She will stop at nothing to see it burned from the sky and she credits her brave blue, Diesteth, with helping her at each step. To others it might seem that she has no ambitions other than to help Onasta, but Nicara has ambition to spare and no fear of speaking her mind when her toes are stepped on. It might take quite a lot more to usher her into anger than her best friend but it is by no means a smart move to anger her. Thanks to her intelligence and ability to accomplish just about anything it can border on dangerous to set off her slow burning anger.
With very few exceptions the lazy and dishonest do not do well around her, her ire is not to be trifled with lightly in these regards. Nicara will swiftly deal with their habits if necessary or completely ignore them if not. She holds herself to a high regard despite her low rank among other dragonriders and if her integrity is called into account she will simply lay the facts of whatever the matter is before those questioning her.
Positive Trait List: Hyper-competent, Hard working, Intelligent
Negative Trait List: Quiet, Withdrawn, Stubborn
History: Weyrbrat from the moment she was born, or at least as far back as she can remember, Nicara ran around the ankles of dragons and riders as if it were a usual thing for everyone on Pern. She never truly knew her parents, riders that had no time for children but still managed to have her. The Crechemaster assigned her to a foster when she was just a baby and the foster parents had time to instill in her a feeling of love and trust before she began to apprentice at the Harper Hall in the violin. The time she grew up in the Weyr was a vibrant rainbow of dragons that left a mark on her which has shown its way through the music she produces.
One of the defining moments of her childhood happened when a young red head blew into the Weyr on the back of a blue dragon and settled into her life like an anchor. Though she had no use for friends up until that point, she found herself drawn to helping the older girl adapt to life in the Weyr and standing up for her old habits. She noticed very quickly that her new friend was used to a harder life that required a certain type of behavior that was now unnecessary in her new incarnation. Nicara took instant responsibility for her, an unusual occurrence in her normally no-nonsense personality and her foster parents were unable to comprehend her desire to be of aid to a thief.
Her skills with a violin had already begun to blossom and her association with Onasta prompted her foster parents to press her into apprenticeship with the Harper Hall to remove her from what they viewed as a destructive relationship. She was whisked away on the back of her own birth mother’s dragon to the hall where she would spend her next few years in study, away from her friends and away from nearly all the dragons that had inspired her.
Despite being removed from her birthplace as if she were a criminal herself, Nicara hit her rhythm in Fort Hold and came to be an invaluable pupil to her master. It was during her time in the Hall that she went from being a jack-of-all-trades to a hyper-competent and intelligent asset to whomever needed her. Always wishing to be of use to her master in any way possible morphed her into a quiet and nearly mechanical person that simply lived to serve in the best way she knew how. Though she had been quiet before it grew to a new level during her training, her violin became her only form of expression and her songs became more somber as time wore on. It seemed that time passed differently in the hold than it did the Weyr and things were frowned upon there that would otherwise have passed for acceptable in her beloved home.
Applying herself harder in the interest of escaping the atmosphere that had become Fort Hold, Nicara walked the tables to Journeyman at the age of seventeen and immediately left to return to Western Weyr, claiming that she needed inspiration to continue playing and nothing inspired more than dragons. Her return sparked interest in those that had all but forgotten about the quiet shadow that had stood so close to the now seasoned dragon r
ider, Onasta. Her friend was beyond thrilled to have her back and spoke to the candidatemaster on her behalf immediately, almost completely against her will. For though she had returned to see dragons, her friends and family, Onasta, and the Weyr in general Nicara was not entirely sold on the idea of her having what it took to impress a dragon.
To make everyone happy she agreed to enter as a candidate for the next Impression, but had no intention of doing anything other than watching from the sidelines. Nicara had seen impressions before, but none while standing on the sands swathed in white and was curious to see the reactions that might be had. While she still practiced playing her violin, much to the enjoyment of anyone that happened by, the teenager attended classes with the other candidates and twice deftly avoided standing at Impressions. She was nineteen when Onasta and Jibasth stepped in to ensure she could not skirt her next opportunity and she was ushered rather unceremoniously onto the sands by the candidatemaster when she was taken before to him by the highly amused brown.
Her time on the sands was brief and bloody, scarred on the hip by a small green looking for its mate and her shoulder torn open when a slightly larger blue attacked her and succeeded in pinning her to the ground, she began to panic and look for a way off. It was the keening noise coming from the blue that made her look back, her pain washed away by a feeling of finally being whole for the first time in her life. Tears streamed down her face, a mix of pain and happiness as her newly befriended Diesteth whimpered out apologies and tried licking away her tears.
Although their introduction was colored by blood and pain, Diesteth and Nicara became as inseparable as any rider and dragon pair in the Weyr. They learned together, studied together and practiced together for their eventual flights. Although Nicara was placed in a different wing than Onasta she still acted as a shadow for her, though now she stood out in her own way on the back of her icy blue dragon. Nothing could have made her happier.
DRAGON
Name: Diesteth
Age: 7
Color: Blue
Size: 31'
Physical Description: Diesteth resembles a frozen lake viewed in the moonlight, bleeding up into the dark night sky as if it could freeze the sky itself. Nicara often calls him her icicle or refers to how he could be part of the ocean, where dark water met light. His overlapping blue hues are impressive and when seen in flight he looks to be rippling across the sky like a heat haze come to life.
Not as muscled as some dragons, Diesteth is a fine boned creature built for speed and agility, his muscles much more graceful than many dragons of his larger size. He is a good fit for his equally graceful rider and people have commented on their resemblance in an amused manner that confuses the pair despite their best efforts to understand, much to the continued amusement of those commenting. His wings are of an average size and the muscles supporting
them much stronger than they would appear, a running theme with the rest of his body. Those muscles do not keep him from flying, quite the contrary he is well adept at spinning, dropping, twisting, and maneuvering around other dragons in general thanks to the fine tune to his body and his slightly longer tail.
Personality: Much as his physical attributes can be likened to Nicara’s, Diesteth’s quiet and reflective nature is like a mirror image of his riders. The blue would prefer to watch things unfold from afar with a cool head than be right in the center of drama involving another dragon or rider. Cooler heads prevail in anything as far as he is concerned and he keeps his no matter the situation that arises.
A natural friend to Jibasth in light of their rider’s friendships, he sits back to watch the mellow brown deal with his overactive rider with a certain degree of amusement that he keeps to himself, lest it aggravate Onasta and set her off once more. The two dragons aren’t as inseparable as their riders, but they enjoy one another’s company and have formed a bond through the care that both of their riders need so desperately. If it is one sided on Diesteth’s side, it is only that his interest runs sideways from the small greens and towards dragons of a different color.
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