Rider
Name: Careese
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Role/rank: Bronze Wingrider
Origin: Originally destined to be a rancher in Igen hold'd fields and farms, impressed at Igen weyr, moved after things went down
Appearance: Trussed in wild chocolate hair, her curls are nigh-impossible to tame, but can now and again be forced into a tight ponytail at the base of her neck, or braided at either side. From the last tie, her hair tends to explode in coiled poofs to make little Annie the Orphan jealous. This girl sports a farmer's tan, freckles included, at all times, and a few minor threadscars on either arm, which she doesn't have any shyness showing off when she's doing work. With sturdy legs and a well-built back, it's no surprise she came from farm labor, nor that she still spends much of her free time at it. Alongside her knots and rider's wear, she can always be found sporting a pair of Igenian field boots, just in case labor's required of the day.
Personality: To call this woman boisterous is an understatement. Her emotions are loud and her voice carries well, whether she's belting out a favorite tune from back home or barking instructions at some wayward weyrling. Perhaps surprisingly to some, her loud personality is always intended in a friendly sort of way. She doesn't mean disrespect or insult, she's just... loud about everything.
Bearing a high pain tolerance, medics tend to have mixxed opinions about her grin-and-bear-it behavior. Some find it difficult to judge exactly where her pain levels fall and how deep an issue goes, while others find a soft relief in the injuries' lack of a voice. Whether she's just not had excrutiating enough pain to break her personality or it's stronger than pain is hard to tell, so they do what they can and send her off.
You'd think as a dragon rider, her hobbies would revolve around her dragon. However, she can often be found, in her time off, back on her family's ranch in Igen working the land, feeding the animals, rangling and wrasslin' with the wilder beasts in the area, and just generally being a bumpkin. She thoroughly enjoys the hard labor, and endorses similar activities whenever she can, saying the hard work 'Helps build muscles. Screw character, develop that on your own time!' Despite this philosophy, she does enjoy seeing some character development occur as a result of the hard work, it's just not her main goal.
Positive
- Energetic
- Dependable
- Independant
Negative
- Loud
- Wild
- Stubborn
History: Careese grew up in what she considered a privelaged place in society. With homeschooling from her grandmother and job training from her father, and cooking and sewing lessons with her mother, she had a pretty well-rounded upbringing. And she loved always having something to do. Between repairing her brothers' clothes and her own, taking care of a flock of wherries, helping to raise a pair of whers, cleaning and running the runnerbeasts, and working the draybeast on the plough, her days were busy from one end to the other, and dinner still had to be made! And it was bliss.
It was some 11 turns ago when she and her family were providing the wherrystock for a hatching, considered a sizeable honour. She was content helping with the animals, and was given a spot in the stands to watch the hatching. It was to the whole family's surprise when the child went completely bonkers and stood up to the bugle of a dragon who'd sniffed about the whole sands before settling on his haunches like a lonely wher to bark at the audience. Wasn't a force about that could control the girl as he pelted down the stairs to hug the large dragonling.
Other: NA
Flits
Lord Sir Goober MacSnuffles the First
Lineage: Harmony x NPC bronze
Hatchdate: 1:13:182
Colour: Blue
Final size: 25"
Inspiration: English Bulldog
Keywords: Courageous, Dignified, Pacifist
Lineage: Harmony x NPC bronze
Hatchdate: 1:13:182
Colour: Blue
Final size: 25"
Inspiration: English Bulldog
Keywords: Courageous, Dignified, Pacifist
Name: Toplamath
Color: Bronze
Adult Size: 43'3"
Personality:
This particular dragon is almost more a dog than anything. He is quiet, even between just himself and his rider. When he speaks, it's rarely more than a few words, proving that actions are louder by instead diverting to those.
On a specific level of in-tune with emotions, he will tend to gravitate towards individuals who appear sad or depressed for various levels of affection to help. He'll often sit within eyesight for a few moments before asking something simple like 'hug?' to them, then give them the hug, or a nuzzle, or just stay there, or leave.
A gentle creature, he is well aware of his size and that it can be harmful to others when used improperly or exuberantly. He moves deliberately, keeping his paws in the same line and nudging others to get past if he needs to.
Something that is often less noticable is his tendency to collect things. Small things, sharp, sparkly, fluffy, round, pointy, it doesn't matter. His rider tends to find random things gathered in a space occasionally where Toplamath has been storing everything from smooth pebbles to crafting tools and room keys to take back to his weyr. He doesn't take it off other persons, but an idle item is one noone wants. This was addressed at one point and all Toplamath could say was that the items he had gathered were 'pretty'. It usually takes Careese about 30 minutes after finding this 'hoard' to return the items. Thankfully, Toplamath doesn't object to the removal of his hoard. (New pieces are occasionally added to Careese's list, anyways.)
Traits: Gentle, Considerate, Accumulating, Affectionate, Subtle
Genetics: Nothing Special
Why Me?
Toplamath is a dependable creature that has some attention issues. Careese's work-driven attitude will help get him back in line when necessary, and her tendency towards honesty means that his hoards won't last long before the owners retrieve their items again. He's the gentler side of her rough-and-tumble nature, and will be able to smooth over nerves she's rustled with her attitude.
