Name: K’vos (Formerly Kurivos)
Age: 26 (Born 3547.07.24)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Ladies
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Weavercraft - Dressmaker Apprentice (with side dabbling in dye)
Physical Description: From birth, K’vos has never cut an impressive figure -- or a standard figure, at that. Genetics certainly weren’t kind to the young dressmaker. She’s a bit short and thin, having more athletic muscle build up over time. K’vos’ build is rather flat, with a smaller chest and thin hips. Her skin is a pale, sensitive color thanks in part to her albinism. Yet she’s learned to cover with with looser, long sleeves and stronger sun creams to prevent getting too harsh of a sunburn. Her hair is a pale white, spanning from the short pixie cut she wears up to her eyebrows and eyelashes. Yet she’s learned to dye her hair to protect her sensitive scalp, from using natural dyes such as klah to other fanciful colors that look more off a dragon’s hide or off their eyes than any natural-growing hair. Her eyes are a very pale blue, sensitive to bright sunlight. Yet she’s normally seen with a pair of specially-crafted glasses or goggles to help shield them from the sunlight.
Personality: From a young age, K’vos was instilled a very business-like demeanor. She is a hard worker, detail-oriented to a fault. Yet she takes pride in keeping herself open and approachable, if someone needed a dress or just someone to talk to. Every little nuance needs filled and completed if it’s specified, no matter the size of the request. It’s left her a bit of a perfectionist complex that was only further established by her rather weaker body -- needing something to be perfect, where she is not. Whether it's in her craft, dragon riding, or personal matters, she wants to fill things out to a T so she knows they are cared for as fully expected. But this drive for everything to be
perfect has left K’vos with a biting sense of anxiety and worry. What if
this wont be perfect, and what if they don’t like it. What if it’s not
good enough… What if
she isn’t good enough.
Her sense of anxiety has a tendency for K’vos to shy away from the limelight. If she can’t be sure she’s going to be flawless, why would she take that light? She would much rather watch someone from her place on the sideline shine, much like she had with her bright Weyrmate. This doesn’t mean she is hands-off, oh no. Quite opposite, K’vos is a rather loving woman. Always having dreams of having a large family and mothering a large flock, the shock of not being able to give birth had been a hard one on her. Another flaw to add to her growing list. Yet, Cheza gave her the wonder that is Chezuri, and perhaps somewhere down the road may foster.
Positive Trait List: Detail-oriented, Perfectionist, Personable, Motherly
Negative Trait List: Wallflower, Anxious, Hard on herself
History: Kurivos was born to a pair of very loving parents in Weavercrafthall. She was the fourth child, with a sister and two brothers before her, and eventually a brother after her. She was the frailest of the five siblings, with her mother having a very difficult pregnancy and getting sick constantly the entire time. She was a pale, fragile little thing in her rich, healthy family. Kurivos’ hair was pale amongst darker shades, eyes a sensitive blue. Her parents found out her skin burned very easily, and had to learn very quickly just how glass-like their second daughter was. A lot of skin cream and clothing needed to keep the harmful sun away from her easily-burnt form. The first few years were spent with half-caught breaths as if she might shatter at the slightest notion, and worry that they’d lose this precious daughter after such trials and tribulations.
Yet, Kurivos defied everyone’s expectations. While she was still sensitive, she began to grow into a healthier immune system. WHile her skin would always be sensitive, she began to wear more protective suncream, baggy long clothes, wide brimmed hats to make up for this. Her father had commissioned her uncle in glasscraft for protective eyewear, ranging from a pair of goggles to tinted eyewear. She began to take interest in her mother’s craft in dressmaking, learning under her tutelage to begin making dresses. It was indoors, making and designing such lovely pieces--though she began at only learning to hem and fix. Her father was into dyecraft, and imparted some of his knowledge onto her as well. While she leaned more to dressmaking, she would take what she learned from him onward. The biggest piece was the inspiration to try out dyeing her own hair, that was such a pale white that looked more a dragon hide color than on a young girl’s head. The dyes would provide her with natural coverage, and protect her fragile scalp as well -- and as she lacked the proper pigment, held any colors it took rather well, be they natural or more fanciful.
Three months after she had turned fourteen, well into her apprenticeship as a dressmaker, she was invited to come along to High Reaches Weyr on a delivery. With a hatching impending, there were important orders that were to be filled. Yet, with the hatching days away, they had been invited to stay to watch such a special honor. What a privilege it had been, with Kurivos watching from her mother’s side as eggs shattered and babies found their intendeds. Yet, there had been one on the sands that wouldn’t find his. The blue had snapped and snarled, barking at any candidate or hatchling that came near him. Yet it wasn’t until his eyes finally took notice of the stands above him that Kurivos suddenly found those small eyes found hers, and a whirlwind of emotions hit her all at once because
why was His all the way up there when he had been looking for her
down there and could she please come feed her Slistalth? The change was.. dramatic. Where she was ecstatic, her heart racing as she near tore through the stands to reach Hers, it was with a finality that her life was set to change. There would be no going back home, for she now had a new home at High Reaches Weyr. It was with a heavy heart that she bade goodbye to her family, and faced Weyrlinghood head on with no prior experience or knowledge. Yet it was daunting, Slistalth’s drive would push her to excel and catch up to her other weyrlings. It was through his confidence that she hyphenated her name, and Kurivos to become K’vos. At graduation, her parents gifted her with a firelizard egg, and would hatch into a sweet little blue she would name
River. He was a sweetheart, and would help relaying letters and keeping in touch with her family.
It was sometime during her weyrlinghood that it was noticed that K’vos’ body never quite reached its full maturity. Where nature eventually took course with it’s monthly cycles, K’vos’ never did. It’s an odd suspicion that her albinism was to blame, or just even worse luck on her genetics. But she was declared infertile, and any hope of having a family as big and as loving as her own was quickly squashed. She tried to be happy, yet it was obvious that it bothered her. Depression nipped as she grew, with a lack of willing to reach other interpersonally any more than friendly associations. Slistalth seemed to mirror this, his own reluctance to chase after rising females and keeping most everyone at friendly arm’s distance.
Yet, eventually someone would get through her meager defenses. A bright candidate, weyrborn that made K’vos’ heart stutter. Cheza helped to breathe lightness into both of their lives. They entered a sweet, gentle romance, taking comfort in each other when they were able to spend some minutes together. Sometimes just looking over K’vos’ renewed interest in making new dresses, or a stolen few candlemarks going on a flight together with Slistalth. A lot of time they spent talking about futures, about the possibilities. Yet that was happily put on hold as Cheza was found by an equally sweet and wonderful green named Zurath. Time spent together was more friendly and less romantic, but still cherished. Slistalth himself seemed to renew as he grew to know the friendly little green, and had even become more… friendly with others, though in his own ways.
As they moved into senior weyrlinghood and gained the privilege, things had happily resumed between them. By the time Cheza and Zurath had rapidly approached graduation, K’vos was utterly besotted with her mate. A bright woman she was happy to watch from the side and shine in the light. Zurath had risen shortly after graduation, and for the first time since his long, self-appointed disinterest in chasing -- Slistalth had flown after her, and had won. The pair were utterly besotted, devoted mates to such amazing, spirited ladies.
Threadfall had come from nowhere, but they had been prepared. High Reaches had given them all the training to be prepared to fight in the face of the threat. It had been daunting, terrifying, but they rose competently to fight the threat. It had been nerve wracking, waiting for word from K’vos’ family, but word eventually reached them that they all had been safe.
The decision to start a family had come from Cheza, throwing back to old talks when she was a candidate about families. It had been tearful but full of happiness, long talks about family and duty with the return of the parasite, and with the help of a dear friend, Cheza had found herself heavy with their first child. K’vos had been smitten from the announcement, doting over her mate as months progressed on. Slistalth and Zurath had been ecstatic, so gently nosing that growing belly and talking about their hatchling. In the fall of 3572, after an easy delivery, they welcomed Chezuri into the world. He was tiny but perfect, cozy in both of his moms care.
Life had been good. Caring for their son, living life together. Having friends to lean on, especially when an off day was spent as a romantic getaway. There was gentle talk of letting time pass before trying for their second child, wanting to have a large family together.
At least, life had been good until the terrible threadfall when K’vos lost half of her world. Cheza and Zurath’s sacrifice hadn’t been a surprise, for the pair loved and admired their mother and weyrwoman. While no fault could be parted on such a noble sacrifice, it left K’vos with an empty weyr, and a son to raise without her weyrmate.
Other: Prism only cried three times writing all this. Chezuri’s nameday is 3572.09.20.
DRAGON
Name: Slistalth
Age: 12 Turns (3561.10.13)
Color: Blue
Size: 32’
Physical Description: By no means is Slistalth a handsome blue -- and he’s perfectly fine if you think like that. He reaches near the max of blue length, though it looks rather like he was stretched a bit thin. His build doesn't match his size--all sharp edges and dangerous looking points, and though he looks underweight, he is in quite perfect health. Yet with his smaller body and longer extremities, it gives him more of an advantage in the air -- if he were to ever use it other than fighting thread anymore.
His main body is a mottled span of medium icy blues, and if he were to ever hold still in the ocean waters, he may just disappear from view. His wingsails are a wide gradient, starting at a sky blue at the tops and working down to ripples of royal blues. Loops of a mid-tone blue spread from his wing thumb joints, flowering down the sails as a striking layer on the darker shifting colors. The last remarkable thing is Slistalth’s head. It's more pointed than some of his brothers and sisters, as his head knobs tend to look rather pointed from some angles. His eyes are drawn almost into ovals, and with his expressive mouth almost looks like a permanent scowl. It gives him a fierce look, to match his rather fierce personality.
Yet while he is normally a very glistening blue, since the fall that robbed him of his weyrmate, Slistalth’s hide has yet to recover from it’s greyed hue. Misery and heartbreak run deep even as time marches on, and worry has begun to mount for his health.
Personality: While Slistalth’s body looks more carved out of ice, his personality is nothing but pure fire. He is loud and passionate, with a burning passion behind whatever he throws his underweight self behind. For those that don’t know him well, he simply comes off as angry as his more angular look gives him -- for his loud voice and boisterous personality do lend quite well to it. Yet that’s not true to the case, or not completely. He simply has a passion for what he believes in, for what he likes. There’s also a healthy dose of social awkwardness that gets near bulldozed out in his attempts to converse with others. His bluntness and straightforwardness might often be mistaken as angry and rude, when in fact his mind just loops a bit on how to properly express what he means. He counterbalances K’vos’ more quiet and wallflower tendency with making himself
heard. It has gotten him in a spot of trouble here and again, especially once he was first filling in a wing position -- a mouthy comment about a position change here, a suggestion because wouldn’t his one wingmember’s flame length be more useful
there has gotten himself in quite a bit of trouble, but age and maturity have helped tempered a lot of those notions down--at least, vocalizing them and especially so bluntly.
Salty and brash, Slistalth seemed to forever just be a mouthy brat. Yet his passion-filled hearts have found other ways to push his unending energy to drive in other directions. He encourages others, even if it seems more berating sometimes rather than encouraging. But he’s
trying, with good intentions, even if it needs read between the lines. Interacting with others is.. very hard for him, when he wants what’s best but sometimes tends to shove a paw in his mouth in expressing it.
The most exposed and sweetness that lurks in Slistalth has ever been drawn forth by four individuals--K’vos, for certain. His rider knows how to ease the loops of his mind and suss out what her beloved blue really means. His beloved Zurath, his friendly little sprite that could see his intentions and what he meant to say even when he could never properly say it. The third, subsequently, being Cheza--the wonderful woman who made them smile again, that made his rider feel on top of the world. Yet last is his little hatchling, Chezuri, that he and Zurath both cooed over from belly to babe. That teeny bundle helped to quench the fires and help him gain a softer, warmer tone, and often Slistalth speaks to the babe.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: Slistalth
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