Age: 22
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, with no preferences of company kept.
Weyr: Western Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Journeyman Harper - Archivist
Physical Description:
Yarala looks completely average – she can easily blend in with a crowd and disappear without people realizing who she is, particularly because she is just rather unremarkable. She’s of average height – 5’8” – and of a medium build. She’s not particularly toned, but not physically hopeless as if she spends all her time in lower caverns. She enjoys spending time exploring and climbing cliffs – and if not exploring, she is hidden away with her face buried in some writing she finds intriguing.
Her skin is tanned, but not drastically so – she clearly spends time outside, but she has naturally light skin and isn’t capable of tanning darkly - too much exposure leading to an uncomfortable sunburn which she loathes dealing with. Her hair is dark brown with some sun-bleached highlights, but it hasn’t lightened too much even in the past two years of being a rider, and she keeps it cut rather short, just long enough that she can wrap it up when the sun beats down. Her eyes are near black, but is actually a deep hue of green, and often hold an expression of contemplation and study, as if those around her are merely curiosities for her to watch and learn from.
Personality:
There is one perfect word to describe Yarala: reclusive. She does not like people. But she doesn't dislike them either. She has never felt the need for human companionship. As a child, she had little interest in anything – she did what she was told, obeyed her parents, and rarely strayed from the normal flow of life, with the exception of not wanting to play with the other kids. The first time she showed any interest in anything – much less the passion she displayed – was the old texts in the archives. Her happiest moments were once she started studying Archiving, spent alone at a table with a single glow basket next to an ancient hide and working to restore it. She’s very, very good at following directions, sometimes to the point where she becomes too focused on one objective and needs to be brought back to the reality of a situation.
Though tending to be on the quieter side, Yarala is still a very giving soul, enjoying passing on things to others - whether it be a last sticky sweetroll she happened to have or an amazing tidbit of knowledge she feels would benefit someone else. She enjoys watching others' smile for something she has done for them, and at some points, she will even add a small, hesitant laugh to all the fun her fellows might be having.
With all of the archives that Yarala has read, she has learned much of Pern’s past and remembers a grand lot of it – or at least certain stories and myths. She has even taken to trying to create her own tales when she has the spare time. If she’s with a group that she cares to hold at attention, she can be quite the storyteller, as per her Harper training. However, she rarely finds herself in a situation to tell stories, and she certainly doesn’t seek them out. She’s happiest being alone with Vorzeth, with no others nearby and their own thoughts intermingled.
Positive Trait List Dedicated, Generous, Intuitive
Negative Trait List Easily Overwhelmed, Recluse, Oblivious
History:
Yarala was born in Rivercrest Hold and grew up doing what most hold-bred children do: random chores, playing with other hold children, and learning random things at random times. Her childhood was unspectacular. The only odd thing about it was that she had to be forced to play with the other hold children. It wasn’t that she was afraid of being with them because they made fun of her and her books and scrolls – though their teasing did develop eventually – but she simply did not want to be around the other kids. Her parents hoped she would grow out of it, and for the most part she did. However, at a given chance she would simply slip away somewhere quiet and by herself.
At 13 turns she asked to be sent to a Crafthall, though she didn’t specify which. Her parents thought it would be good idea as well for her to go elsewhere and meet other people and immediately agreed, though they left it up to her to decide what craft it would be for her to take up. They were at a stalemate for over a turn, Yarala not knowing what she wanted to do and her parents not wanting to decide for her. Eventually the family went to the hold’s Journeyman Harper, asking for some sort of advice. The Harper spoke to Yarala alone for a bit, and finally suggested going to the Harper hall at Fort Hold. While Yarala didn’t possess any particularly talent in music, the Harper assured her parents that there were many other courses of study there that could be easily learned. Yarala wasn’t opposed to the idea, and so before she was nine and a half turns, she was on a ship bound for Fort Hold.
It didn’t take long for the Harpers at the Crafthall to realize that Yarala was not cut out for anything remotely musical. However, she was a very good student and tried her hardest – they recognized her effort despite her near-silence both during and outside of lessons. She had the very basics of her craft down – she could somewhat hold a tune with a lot of effort, she could craft the most rudimentary instruments, and she technically had all the skills to walk the tables. However, she lacked the necessary people-skills that a general Journeyman Harper required. The subcraft of Archiving was brought to her attention when she was about 16 turns of age, when one Journeywoman noticed her exceptional handwriting. The idea of staying away from others and working with books instead of playing instruments appealed greatly to Yarala, and she spent another two turns studying, and finally walked the tables. Archiving was something she truly enjoyed – she loved learning about the history and traditions of Pern as she worked with the materials, and soon became very well-versed in it, being able to tell some of the oldest stories from memory, to those she cared to hold as an audience.
After spending another two turns at Fort Hold honing her Archiving skills and pencraft, she was sent to the Western Weyr to assist the Master Archivists that resided there and to see how a Weyr handled their records and archives. It was a nice change of pace - to put her craft into true practice, albeit it a short time. Being back in somewhat familiar territory was a welcome change of pace – and being in a Weyr was a completely new experience and one Yarala relished when such a momentous event was occurring. Two sevendays after she arrived there was a fully-hardened clutch on the sands. Though she had just begun her work in their archives she knew the importance of a hatching and decided to attend as a spectator, standing a bit off to the side from the stands, a bit hidden form the main crowd while still having a clear view of the sands and the nervous Candidates occupying them.
The hatching was as exciting as described in the records, and she was glad she had attended if only to compare it to what she had previously read. She was about to slip out when she noticed that there were two unhatched eggs still occupying the sands, though they were almost completely submerged in the sands. As she watched, the two eggs exploded into fragments and two egg-gooped hatchlings fell forth. Now on the sands before the Candidates were two very small dragonets, one a small lanky green and the other a much larger and strapping brown. They both looked at the remaining candidates with pleasantly-colored blue-green swirling eyes. The green found Hers among the female candidates very quickly, but the brown was still without. The crowd whispered frantically as the dragonet’s eyes began to slowly shift from blue-green to grey that seemed to bleed into his hide in it's terrified state. He suddenly stopped, his head swaying from side to side in it's clearly upset state. The brown dragonet began to shambling walk through the large group of Candidates, which had to shift out of its way to avoid being scratched or trampled by the large hatchling. As his panic-greyed eyes swirled at not finding His and his eyes swirled faster, he began to bellow out and hiss almost angrily toward the Candidates, who were not for him. There were whispers that he would soon go between without his chosen, until suddenly the dragon stopped and spread his gangly wings as much as he could, letting out a piercing bugle. His eyes had changed suddenly back to blue-green, and they were locked on a figure standing away from the rest of the crowd hidden in the shadows, previously half-hidden by the group of Candidates. As she watched, Yarala felt a new presence encroaching in her mind, and suddenly a strange voice chimed in over her own thoughts, drowning them out in a flurry of emotions and colors. Why are you standing way over there, YaralaMine? I almost did not find you hiding! She could feel every pair of eyes suddenly turn to face her as the large, very uncoordinated hatchling all but galloped up to her. Come on YaralaMine, your Vorzeth hungry! You have made me wait! At 20 turns of age, the previously unknown Apprentice Harper found herself Impressed to the brown dragon known as Vorzeth.
She had little trouble raising the dragonet – she went to the records and did a lot of research, glad to see many dragonriders before her had taken very good notes on this particular subject of importance. Though, of course, she did run into spots where the true spoken advice of others was needed in how she was raising the always growing Vorzeth. She of course had to give up her craft, but for Vorzeth, Yarala would have given up anything.
Other: It is not uncommon for Yarala to still be found with her nose in a dusty book overshadowed by her dragon.
DRAGON
Name: Vorzeth
Age: 2 Turns
Color: Brown
Size: 37' and still seems to have a bit of room to grow!
Physical Description: Vorzeth is a rather large and gangly Brown in a soft shade of brown with a deeper shade on his wings and underbelly running from the tip of his jaw to tips of his tail. He also has notable striping that he would like to believe makes him look strong. His muscles are sinewy, still filling out into his fully grown lavish adult figure. Vorzeth does not allow himself to overindulge, fearing himself to become too fat.
Personality:
Vorzeth, despite his large size is not what you would expect of most brown dragons, he's almost gentle in a way, a dragon who would much prefer to appreciate beauty and music, and to use diplomacy when he can to finagle out of situations than to war over it. Following his rider's mentality, his calm quietness draws him attention that he is quite pleased with. Does he need to make a fuss to get it? Not really -- his natural magnetism and charisma make up for what he lacks in domineering attitude. The soft-spoken Vorzeth prefers, however, to follow someone else's lead. He's got a calling, and that's to strengthen those who are in charge: the heads of the Weyr, and the senior queen. As a result, Vorzeth would much prefer not to end up in any position of leadership of the Weyr, and won't choose someone who's overly ambitious. Leave being the Leader for someone else -- he would make a great Wingsecond, but never a Wingleader.
Due to his appreciation for the arts, he will choose someone who can stop and smell the roses from time to time, and who has a way with words or music. His should be genuine, someone who loves what she does, and who will not push Vorzeth too far too fast -- when pressed, this brown dragon can be terribly stubborn and will set his heels in like a mule. But in him also lies someone who enjoys a good laugh and some may find him nosing at them for attention, or to amusingly poke them to possibly earn a treat.
There is nothing indecisive about him: just because he's gentle and pleasant-natured doesn't mean he'll let himself be bullied. He's a brown, after all -- did you expect you could boss him around at will? He knows exactly what he wants, it's just that it isn't power.
Sometimes enough is enough, and beneath all that patience is a will of iron -- especially when it comes to disrespect of authority, and those who do so within Vorzeth's earshot will regret it. In fact, he can be downright harsh when pushed to it: disrespect for the senior queen or those in power will cause Vorzeth to crack down like a ton of firestone. He simply won't tolerate it, and his should be prepared to deal with a remarkably fiery temper around those who break the rules. Situations can get a little nasty in this case, so his rider should be prepared to fight un-apologetically in the name of Vorzeth's beliefs or do a lot of apologizing.
Loyalty is paramount as a virtue for Vorzeth, and once he has chosen his rider, nothing that His could ever do would shake that loyalty. He will go to bat for His at any time when he feels His is being treated unfairly, should it become necessary, without regrets or considerations -- even if it means going up against authority. It's advised that His be someone who knows the meaning of moderation because this brown has two modes: relaxed and artistic, or crusading for a cause.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Dragon Starter Pack
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