Name: Ink. Previously, Lady Ink.
Age: 37
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual/panromantic
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider (Grounded)
Previous Rank/Craft: Would rather not discuss it.
Physical Description: Built with the svelte grace of a dancer, Ink stands at 5'8" - neither short, nor particularly tall for a Pernese woman. She was once the property of a minor lordling, selected for this purpose due to her elegant beauty. Turns of unhappiness and anger have left her with a near perpetual frown. Chances are, she doesn't even realize that she's not smiling; it's become ingrained to keep her emotions well hidden beneath an icy exterior. She has long black hair, dark purple eyes, and pale skin.
Personality: There is nothing that Ink hates more than an arrogant, womanizing man. She has often been accused of misandry, but there is a very specific brand of man that she despises, and that loathing is well earned. Once she's made up her mind about a person, it's usually near impossible to shift her point of view. This goes doubly so for someone who has crossed her. She can be vengeful, cruel, and absolutely ruthless. All traits that she learned in order to survive a life just as unkind. She does not trust easily, though when her trust has been earned, it has almost certainly been won for life.
She's a bit of a loner, but it doesn't make her happy. A good share of her would rather be surrounded by friends, family, and loved ones. She just doesn't know how to let people in so that she can have that trusted circle that she needs. She's currently in a bit of a dependent relationship with her dragon, leaning on him almost entirely for her emotional support and love. This crutch has kept her from branching out to any of the myriad of people in High Reaches.
The shell that protects her is only a very thin layer, and could easily be breached, if she dared to try to open up to others. It's possible that what she needs the most is a good mind healer. There were some very, very dark days before Morth came into her life and changed it forever. As such, she is a bit lost on where to go from here, especially now that they can no longer fly with a Wing, due to his injuries. She's a bit at loose ends at the moment, and trying to find a way to make herself useful. Ink would probably be very sweet, if someone managed to earn her trust and get past the initial ice wall.
Positive Trait List Loyal, Bright, Observant
Negative Trait List Reclusive, Bitter, Self-loathing
History: If Ink had a family, she certainly cannot remember them. It's possible that poverty or illness wiped them out, or that she was simply sold to pay off a debt. In any case, her earliest memories are of the darkest parts of Nabol Hold, and she will not speak of them to anyone, except to say that they are quite typical for a person in her situation. Lord Gansley's Hold is only too well known for its penchant for child labor, and for grinding those who have no marks beneath its polished heel. So, it is no shock that the Lord himself nearly tops the list of people that Ink would love to see come down with a convenient case of dead.
For a young woman in her position there were only a few options, and she was groomed from a young age for one of the least unpleasant ones. That is, becoming the personal courtesan of a wealthy benefactor. She considers herself fortunate compared to some, although she also will not talk about that period of her life - a running theme, no doubt. When at last she was sold to a minor Holder, she found herself just shy of lawfully wedded wife, with all of the responsibilities, and none of the perks. Not Lady Holder, but lady. If once she had a name besides Ink, she cannot remember it, but for a period of time, she was called Lady Ink.
It did not amuse her. She was clever enough to arrange matters so that she had some freedom, enough to plan her escape. However, that did not come before she carried a child to term. The Holder's trust was difficult to earn, and she waited patiently for a moment when she would be free of him. Yet actually going through with her plan pained her sorely, for it would mean never being able to see her boy again. He was the son of a holder, however minor, and though he was a b*****d, there was no chance that she would be able to take him with her when she left.
Ink wrote to the Weyrwoman of High Reaches, aware of the woman's fearsome reputation, and in particular a fervent hatred of Nabol Hold. Together, they contrived a plan - her owner was to be invited to the next Hatching, where Ink would find some way to extricate herself from the man. Aggrieved by the necessity of leaving behind the only person she had ever loved, but determined that she would not spend the rest of her life enslaved, she accepted when the lord proposed that she attend the Hatching at his side.
As soon as her foot crossed the threshold, she vowed that she would not return with him to the hold. Enraged, he made to strike her - just as a little Blue voice cried out her name from within his shell. With the Impression so clearly made, and before the egg had even cracked, what could he do but leave his prize? Particularly with the Weyrwoman's sharp smile turned on him - a smile with a few too many teeth. For six blissful Turns, Ink had no fear of anyone or anything.
Then Threadfall came, and with it something terrible. During the very first Fall, Morth's wings were engulfed in Thread and flame. It was something of a miracle that he had been able to go between, and even more of one that they had returned to fall from the sky. Although one of their wingmates caught them as they fell, Morth would never again lift off from land. He would never again fight Thread, much to his eternal dismay.
Other: Ink can sing, dance, and write poetry, all skills that she developed to entertain a certain... unnamed someone. She can also play a lap harp, though that ability is a little less well honed. Her son is also totally adoptable, if someone is interested in playing a boy of twelve to fifteen.
DRAGON
Name: Morth
Age: 7
Color: Blue
Size: 27'
Physical Description: A beautiful Blue of middling size, quite happily so. His lovely wings are a bit tattered, and unfortunately marred by heavy Thread scoring. He often jokes that the Thread couldn't bear to harm his pretty face, so it left it untouched. The latter of which is quite true.
Personality: Two things are true of Ink: 1. That she hates and loathes arrogant men. 2. That her Blue dragon is an arrogant male dragon. Somehow she manages to make these two truths work together, but probably because Morth is such a sweet dragon when he's not absolutely beside himself... with himself. He is vain, yes, but he also possesses a warm, giving heart. In so many ways he is Ink's foil. There is no doubt that he is devoted to her, and adores even the most frigid aspects of her personality, finding them amusing. Which doesn't precisely help, but dragons weren't hatched to help except in case of Threadfall, he would remind her. And even then, he hasn't been of much help there. He is, however, vibrantly himself, and quite happily so.
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