Post by Caderell on Apr 7, 2008 14:22:50 GMT -5
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Name: Harper Journey(wo)man Dresilda
Age: At nineteen Turns, she's a bit older for a Candidate--but at the same time, it could be to her advantage.
Gender: Young woman
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Recently Searched into Northern Weyr
Personality: A daring youngster, she learned caution enough to survive over the past nineteen years--and enough smarts to keep herself from getting into too much trouble.(Note; yes, Anne McCaffrey DID refer to them as years on occasion.
As it turns out, she's quite the intelligent woman, with an exceptionally creative mind, warm heart and gentle soul--though she hides it well beneath a mask of passive indifference. Her words tend to be firm, lecturing almost, rather than warm and compassionate. Even her own family has difficulty interpretting her moods; all but her brother T'ance. He alone can always tell exactly what she means and how she feels. Not only that, but he can make her blush. In fact, he was the arrogant shard-head that Searched her in the first place. Of course, his Rinith had to convince him to let her come--he knew she'd be off on the first expedition to try for a wild dragon--saying something about her "changing the way people looked at their family forever." Or something like that.
She has a carefully calculated high respect for her elders, but a low tolerance for peers and those that are younger than herself. A sharp tongue and short temper make this fiery girl a force to be reckoned with. Witty and as proud as any Queen, if she wants something bad enough, she'll get it--one way or another. Luckily, she's not exactly "into" material items.
Appearance: A pretty enough girl, Dres was built more practically than attractively. Accentuated hips, sensible chest, muscular--though still somewhat slender--limbs, and strong rather than dainty hands. Her proud nose is too strong for true beauty, but fitting. A smooth, not-quite-square jawline flows neatly into a long neck and full lips are made to look pouty by the stubborn chin. High-arched, thin brows give a sophisticated look while hazel eyes sparkle tauntingly at anyone younger than herself or lower-ranking peers to challenge her. Her attire usually consists of dark(prefferably brown) breeches, a pair of worn old boots, and a cream shirt of no particular quality. Surprisingly enough, all the brown is a pleasant contrast to well-tanned, once "fair" skin and thick black hair worn in a bun so as to hide the length. Two strands, one on either side of her face, always hang free--and whatever happens to escape during the day.
Likes: A strong affinity for Runnerbeasts runs in her blood. She's got a "knack" with animals, so claims the Tamer of Beasts--as her family lovingly calls her. Of course, she's not that good--just better than any of her Master-Breeder/Herder family members or most people from where she comes from. No, she's not that good, really. One of the few things she's actually modest--shy, even!--about; her 'Beasts.
She loves the wild and untamed, usually keeping any beasts she captures friendly only with herself, and perhaps her brother--if he's lucky. She'd never turn down an adventure, no matter how risky, and "lives life on the edge." Of course, sensible girl that she is, she'd turn back if things turned too bad--probably. T'ance certainly hopes so, for Faranth's sake.
Dragons, oh dear, dragons! They are magnificent. The wild, the free, the strong--everything she wants to be and, in truth, is. They are untamable, unstoppable, highly respected, much beloved, and all-around spectacular! Ever since she first heard a dragon's mindvoice when she was just a whee little tyke
Dislikes: An eccentric hatred for anyone classified as "overly happy" and a dislike, oddly enough, of most harpers makes her perhaps one of the strangest Harpers ever to exist. Or more, one of the most out of place. She despises being ignored and one of her (many) peeves is being stared at. Then again, I think most people have a problem with that. However, most people wouldn't threaten to guage someone's eyeballs out for staring at them even if they are covered from head-to-toe in what appears to be blood--red wine incident when she was twelve. Not the fondest memory, for her or for the unfortunate bystander who was unlucky enough to become her victim and get traumatized by a little--big--girl wielding a rusty sthingy. Actually, she rather liked that memory. One of her proud moments.
Quirks: ... Seriously? That's what I've been typing, I thought... Alright.
As a... "special something" she's occasionally insane, with semi-violent moodswings. While she usually manages to keep a tight rein on her temper, pushing her buttons may result in black eye, broken nose or any number of other, "minor" injuries. Caution is advised.
She has the patience of, well, a piece of cheese when it comes to animals. Anything else you may as well just give up. While rather good with children--she treats them like animals. Actually, she treats animals with more respect but that's besides the point--I wouldn't advise leaving a rowdy youngster with her. While it may be highly unlikely that he--or she--would act up again, they may have serious social issues in the future. Or a very sore buttox. Or both.
Being an "HAD," she has a rather nice distance of between one weyr to a nearby hold. Farther out and it gets foggy, then it's no longer available at all. The farthest she Heard was twelve miles, and that was fuzzy. Supposedly, her range was improving--but she didn't particularly care. Twelve was plenty far enough, thank you very much.
Family:
Mother♥Beast-journeyman Mardra
Father♥Beastmaster Vincent
Brothers(older)♥T'ance of Azurite Rinith{Will probably be brought in at a later point}
♥Beast-journeyman Mikel
Brother(younger)♥Apprentice Beasthealer Jimmeth
History: Born on her father's farm, she's been around Runnerbeasts her entire life, raising them and training them to be right proper Racers and Runners when they grew up and took to proper homes or, on occasion, were brought in for stud or foal. She once saw a wild dragon--a young ruby--and was immediately smitten. That was when she heard her first mindvoice; and it was magnificent. Her heart still soared whenever she thought of it. Of course, she'd had to run or risk being "gobbled," as her elegant child's mind had described it, but it never ruined that spectacular memory for her. Nothing could.
When she was fourteen, T'ance--then Terrance--was Searched. She'd been heartbroken, but he promised he'd be back every winter. True, he'd managed to keep that promise, but he never stayed long enough. When Rinith insisted on dragging her out to the weyr, she'd secretly been overjoyed and, when T'ance went inside the house to explain everything to their family, she'd flung herself at the handsome blue and kissed his nose repeatedly, thanking him profusely. Unfortunately, thanks to hand-raised Satchel whom she refused to leave for a moment--he was too young!--she'd been forced to ride to the weyr. Please note her unbridled joy, and the sarcasm.
{{ If you don't mind, I created her with the intention of her being an HAD(old character and whatnot, y'know?). If you don't want her to be, I understand but.. Please consider? }}
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Snow fell lazily down to brush over her black hair, clinging to it and her thin shawl. Even as her teeth chattered, she grinned.
"Made it out in time," she whispered, watching in awe as the first snowflakes began to fall. "Too bad I've no lover; this is supposed to be good luck!"
"How 'bout a brother instead?" T'ance asked, wandering out to sling an arm about her strong shoulders.
"Ah, alright," she sighed, mockingly forlorn. "I s'pose you'll do." She giggled as he--dramatically--faked heartache.
"You're too cruel," he whined and then they both bubbled over with laughter.
"You do that far too well, Terry!" she laughed at him. His rosey nose and cheeks had made his act all the more humorous. "Have those weyr ladies been breaking your heart? Should I come and teach them a lesson?"
[/color]No need,[/i][/color] Rinith said smugly. I already took care of it.
"Uh-huh, sure. I bet it was you who broke the poor lasses' hearts, isn't that right, T'ance?" she teased. A bugle sounded, the all-too-familiar sign for Threadfall. T'ance looked at her apologetically but she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, lover boy. I'm a big girl, y'know. I'll take out the beasts for a run then get 'em stabled before it gets cold again," she shooed him away and, with a grateful smile, he went running of. Her smile faded as soon as he and Rinith were gone.
She trudged towards the stables with tears on her cheeks. "Should already be used to it," she muttered. "It's still just warm enough for a bit of Thread to fall South. But--I can't stand the idea of him not being here, at least for winter!
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Pet[/font]
Name: Satchel
Species: Runnerbeast
Appearance and Information: A fine young beast, built like an "ox," (for an Earthen description) this shaggy blue roan mountain horse was found bogged down by 18-year-old Dres when he was just a whee colt, baying and caterwauling for his mother. She'd saved him and promptly brought him home for a good cleaning. Her father's only reprimand for this was, "If he makes my herd Run--" a Beast-man's term for turning wild again-- "I'll skin ye, y'hear?" Of course, being his only and much beloved daughter, she threw her arms about his neck, squealed out a, "Thank you Daddy!" and ran off to take care of her new charge. Luckily, he grew fast and learned to pull a small cart, so traveling to the weyr wasn't too hard; he could manage to pull her, for all that he was still but a Turn and a half old; he wasn't exactly a normal-sized horse, however, seeing as he probably had an ancestry of specially-bred cart horses, only made tougher by the wild.
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Personality: A mean-tempered beast, he'll tolerate only his mistress, and even then she's been bit a few times and kicked once, not to mention what he's done on accident--stepped on her toe so hard one time it nearly broke. It's still a bit bruised, in fact, and that was from when he was younger! He's good as a guard dog, though, looking after the herd--and anything else he's set to protect--with hooves, teeths, and lungs of steel. Anything that isn't scared by his size is sure to think "DRAGON!" when he lets out his mighty lungful of air. Except for a dragon, of course. A man looking to steal some of their finest steeds got a broken leg and brain damage from the mean-tempered stallion he'd attempted to sneak past. Of course, the idiot had assumed that, just because Satchel was on a farm, he was just some placid old plow horse. Stupid mistake, really.[/color][/glow][/center][/font]
Dresy
Name: Harper Journey(wo)man Dresilda
Age: At nineteen Turns, she's a bit older for a Candidate--but at the same time, it could be to her advantage.
Gender: Young woman
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Recently Searched into Northern Weyr
Personality: A daring youngster, she learned caution enough to survive over the past nineteen years--and enough smarts to keep herself from getting into too much trouble.(Note; yes, Anne McCaffrey DID refer to them as years on occasion.
As it turns out, she's quite the intelligent woman, with an exceptionally creative mind, warm heart and gentle soul--though she hides it well beneath a mask of passive indifference. Her words tend to be firm, lecturing almost, rather than warm and compassionate. Even her own family has difficulty interpretting her moods; all but her brother T'ance. He alone can always tell exactly what she means and how she feels. Not only that, but he can make her blush. In fact, he was the arrogant shard-head that Searched her in the first place. Of course, his Rinith had to convince him to let her come--he knew she'd be off on the first expedition to try for a wild dragon--saying something about her "changing the way people looked at their family forever." Or something like that.She has a carefully calculated high respect for her elders, but a low tolerance for peers and those that are younger than herself. A sharp tongue and short temper make this fiery girl a force to be reckoned with. Witty and as proud as any Queen, if she wants something bad enough, she'll get it--one way or another. Luckily, she's not exactly "into" material items.
Appearance: A pretty enough girl, Dres was built more practically than attractively. Accentuated hips, sensible chest, muscular--though still somewhat slender--limbs, and strong rather than dainty hands. Her proud nose is too strong for true beauty, but fitting. A smooth, not-quite-square jawline flows neatly into a long neck and full lips are made to look pouty by the stubborn chin. High-arched, thin brows give a sophisticated look while hazel eyes sparkle tauntingly at anyone younger than herself or lower-ranking peers to challenge her. Her attire usually consists of dark(prefferably brown) breeches, a pair of worn old boots, and a cream shirt of no particular quality. Surprisingly enough, all the brown is a pleasant contrast to well-tanned, once "fair" skin and thick black hair worn in a bun so as to hide the length. Two strands, one on either side of her face, always hang free--and whatever happens to escape during the day.
Likes: A strong affinity for Runnerbeasts runs in her blood. She's got a "knack" with animals, so claims the Tamer of Beasts--as her family lovingly calls her. Of course, she's not that good--just better than any of her Master-Breeder/Herder family members or most people from where she comes from. No, she's not that good, really. One of the few things she's actually modest--shy, even!--about; her 'Beasts.
She loves the wild and untamed, usually keeping any beasts she captures friendly only with herself, and perhaps her brother--if he's lucky. She'd never turn down an adventure, no matter how risky, and "lives life on the edge." Of course, sensible girl that she is, she'd turn back if things turned too bad--probably. T'ance certainly hopes so, for Faranth's sake.
Dragons, oh dear, dragons! They are magnificent. The wild, the free, the strong--everything she wants to be and, in truth, is. They are untamable, unstoppable, highly respected, much beloved, and all-around spectacular! Ever since she first heard a dragon's mindvoice when she was just a whee little tyke
Dislikes: An eccentric hatred for anyone classified as "overly happy" and a dislike, oddly enough, of most harpers makes her perhaps one of the strangest Harpers ever to exist. Or more, one of the most out of place. She despises being ignored and one of her (many) peeves is being stared at. Then again, I think most people have a problem with that. However, most people wouldn't threaten to guage someone's eyeballs out for staring at them even if they are covered from head-to-toe in what appears to be blood--red wine incident when she was twelve. Not the fondest memory, for her or for the unfortunate bystander who was unlucky enough to become her victim and get traumatized by a little--big--girl wielding a rusty sthingy. Actually, she rather liked that memory. One of her proud moments.
Quirks: ... Seriously? That's what I've been typing, I thought... Alright.
As a... "special something" she's occasionally insane, with semi-violent moodswings. While she usually manages to keep a tight rein on her temper, pushing her buttons may result in black eye, broken nose or any number of other, "minor" injuries. Caution is advised.
She has the patience of, well, a piece of cheese when it comes to animals. Anything else you may as well just give up. While rather good with children--she treats them like animals. Actually, she treats animals with more respect but that's besides the point--I wouldn't advise leaving a rowdy youngster with her. While it may be highly unlikely that he--or she--would act up again, they may have serious social issues in the future. Or a very sore buttox. Or both.
Being an "HAD," she has a rather nice distance of between one weyr to a nearby hold. Farther out and it gets foggy, then it's no longer available at all. The farthest she Heard was twelve miles, and that was fuzzy. Supposedly, her range was improving--but she didn't particularly care. Twelve was plenty far enough, thank you very much.
Family:
Mother♥Beast-journeyman Mardra
Father♥Beastmaster Vincent
Brothers(older)♥T'ance of Azurite Rinith{Will probably be brought in at a later point}
♥Beast-journeyman Mikel
Brother(younger)♥Apprentice Beasthealer Jimmeth
History: Born on her father's farm, she's been around Runnerbeasts her entire life, raising them and training them to be right proper Racers and Runners when they grew up and took to proper homes or, on occasion, were brought in for stud or foal. She once saw a wild dragon--a young ruby--and was immediately smitten. That was when she heard her first mindvoice; and it was magnificent. Her heart still soared whenever she thought of it. Of course, she'd had to run or risk being "gobbled," as her elegant child's mind had described it, but it never ruined that spectacular memory for her. Nothing could.
When she was fourteen, T'ance--then Terrance--was Searched. She'd been heartbroken, but he promised he'd be back every winter. True, he'd managed to keep that promise, but he never stayed long enough. When Rinith insisted on dragging her out to the weyr, she'd secretly been overjoyed and, when T'ance went inside the house to explain everything to their family, she'd flung herself at the handsome blue and kissed his nose repeatedly, thanking him profusely. Unfortunately, thanks to hand-raised Satchel whom she refused to leave for a moment--he was too young!--she'd been forced to ride to the weyr. Please note her unbridled joy, and the sarcasm.
{{ If you don't mind, I created her with the intention of her being an HAD(old character and whatnot, y'know?). If you don't want her to be, I understand but.. Please consider? }}
Sample Post[/b][/font]
Snow fell lazily down to brush over her black hair, clinging to it and her thin shawl. Even as her teeth chattered, she grinned.
"Made it out in time," she whispered, watching in awe as the first snowflakes began to fall. "Too bad I've no lover; this is supposed to be good luck!"
"How 'bout a brother instead?" T'ance asked, wandering out to sling an arm about her strong shoulders.
"Ah, alright," she sighed, mockingly forlorn. "I s'pose you'll do." She giggled as he--dramatically--faked heartache.
"You're too cruel," he whined and then they both bubbled over with laughter.
"You do that far too well, Terry!" she laughed at him. His rosey nose and cheeks had made his act all the more humorous. "Have those weyr ladies been breaking your heart? Should I come and teach them a lesson?"
[/color]No need,[/i][/color] Rinith said smugly. I already took care of it.
"Uh-huh, sure. I bet it was you who broke the poor lasses' hearts, isn't that right, T'ance?" she teased. A bugle sounded, the all-too-familiar sign for Threadfall. T'ance looked at her apologetically but she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, lover boy. I'm a big girl, y'know. I'll take out the beasts for a run then get 'em stabled before it gets cold again," she shooed him away and, with a grateful smile, he went running of. Her smile faded as soon as he and Rinith were gone.
She trudged towards the stables with tears on her cheeks. "Should already be used to it," she muttered. "It's still just warm enough for a bit of Thread to fall South. But--I can't stand the idea of him not being here, at least for winter!
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Pet[/font]
Name: Satchel
Species: Runnerbeast
Appearance and Information: A fine young beast, built like an "ox," (for an Earthen description) this shaggy blue roan mountain horse was found bogged down by 18-year-old Dres when he was just a whee colt, baying and caterwauling for his mother. She'd saved him and promptly brought him home for a good cleaning. Her father's only reprimand for this was, "If he makes my herd Run--" a Beast-man's term for turning wild again-- "I'll skin ye, y'hear?" Of course, being his only and much beloved daughter, she threw her arms about his neck, squealed out a, "Thank you Daddy!" and ran off to take care of her new charge. Luckily, he grew fast and learned to pull a small cart, so traveling to the weyr wasn't too hard; he could manage to pull her, for all that he was still but a Turn and a half old; he wasn't exactly a normal-sized horse, however, seeing as he probably had an ancestry of specially-bred cart horses, only made tougher by the wild.
{{ Click! }}
Personality: A mean-tempered beast, he'll tolerate only his mistress, and even then she's been bit a few times and kicked once, not to mention what he's done on accident--stepped on her toe so hard one time it nearly broke. It's still a bit bruised, in fact, and that was from when he was younger! He's good as a guard dog, though, looking after the herd--and anything else he's set to protect--with hooves, teeths, and lungs of steel. Anything that isn't scared by his size is sure to think "DRAGON!" when he lets out his mighty lungful of air. Except for a dragon, of course. A man looking to steal some of their finest steeds got a broken leg and brain damage from the mean-tempered stallion he'd attempted to sneak past. Of course, the idiot had assumed that, just because Satchel was on a farm, he was just some placid old plow horse. Stupid mistake, really.[/color][/glow][/center][/font]
