Post by Caderell on Apr 9, 2008 22:34:09 GMT -5
♥Sodra♥
I'den
Name: I'den
Age: 24 Turns
Gender: Woman
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Wild
Personality: I'den is a strange character, bitter and sarcastic, but abrubtly sweet, particularly after an exceptional cruel moment; as if just realizing what she said or did. She moves about as if she doesn't realize anyone else is there, staring into the distance and often muttering to herself. When this is interrupted, she often takes a long moment to realize someone's talking to her and will simply stare at them. She may walk away, then, perhaps with a nod or a mumbled reply, or she may become angry, occassionally even striking out. Around children, she becomes very shy and reclusive, trying to melt into the shadows and doing her best to simply avoid them. However, she's not as completely anti-social as she appears. She just happens to have the social graces of cheese. Rotten cheese. Moldy, rotten cheese. With teeth.
Appearance: She is not only strange in personality, but also in appearance. She could be considered beautiful, but in a haunting way. She looks like nothing but a wraith, her odd silver hair graceful against surprisingly fair skin. She wears her curls piled atop her head, spilling over her face and ears. Full lips, pale pink, are strangely innocent, matching wide, doelike blue eyes framed by long, thick lashes. A proud button nose and smooth chin combine with a long neck to form an all-around elegant appearance. A slim, curved body gives the appearance of weakness, but she can best many a muscular man in strength. Despite all these beautiful features, most people are repelled by her. In fact, many people have mistaken her for a ghost, haunting their woods where the Wild Dragons realm. Several stories have arisen, claiming she was killed by the wild dragons or that she was one of the Riders chased into the wild so many centuries ago. One story even claims that she had returned from the grave to fortell grave danger ahead for Pern. Idiots.
Generally, she wears a white gauze shawl with a white or gray shirt and knee-length skirts; again, white or gray. Occasionally a different light color. The reason for her apparent desire to be ghost-like? Read on...
Likes: She doesn't openly like much anything. Except for Chittle and Sodrajth, she may as well be neutral about just about everything... Everything except copper firelizards. Small copper dragons occassionally spark a smile from her, but the little flitters, especially if they're chatty and exceptionally friendly. Her reactions to them vary. Once she fell to the ground weeping, carressing and cooing to the flitter, telling him he, "looks just like my Smitten." Another time she went into a daze, standing there with the tiny copper, less that a Sevenday old, in the palm of her hand with tears in her eyes. (Reason in history)
Dislikes: Currently unknown what exactly she dislikes, other than being bothered. And annoying people. And perhaps children; that's unknown still.
Quirks: She once broke down sobbing, hugging herself and rocking back and forth, when she saw a Bronze dragon. Another time she ran, hands over her ears with her eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out any evidence of the Bronze's existence. It's uncertain what her position on Bronze's are; she refuses to talk about them. Or look at them. She even starts to shake when she so much as hears them. It is widely assumed that she's terrified of them.
Capable of moving in complete silence, though she doesn't appear to try to be silent; it just happens. She'll appear out of nowhere, especially in the night, then just be gone again. In truth, it's no wonder people mistook her for a ghost.
History: I'den, formerly Iladen, wasn't always so.. strange. She used to be a sweet, happy child. Her hair was always silver, her skin always fair, but she used to look full of life, healthy--nothing like a wraith. She was a Weaver's child, a right genious with a bit of thread and a needle, capable of the most intricate embroideries, the strongest leather, and the finest silk. But then, when she was twelve years old, she and her family--her mother, father and baby brother--were traveling by boat to a different hold; they lived by the ocean and usually traveled this way. However, an enormous storm of hurricane caliber came up and broke the ship on rocks in the middle of the ocean with barely a sliver of land in sight. I'den washed ashore on an island. She found her brother's body in the seaweed off shore and buried him on her island which she began to refer to as either "My Island" or "Firelizard Island," on account that, other than herself, the only inhabitants on the lush island were Firelizards who fished and hunted in the ocean. She lived on the island for four Turns until a young Bronzerider by the name of K'sin spotted her--or more, his Miteth spotted her--and rescued her. Miteth had been layed, Hatched, Impressed and raised in the wild. So, naturally, they lived in the wild. When they offered to drop her off at a hold, she vehemently refused and accompanied them to their Wild Weyr as the only other human with that particular Weyr of dragons in the Northern Mountains. Two turns later and a Green's clutch bore Sodrajth who had to run outside of the cave, defying her vehemently hissing mother, in order to Impress former Iladen.
Sodrajth's maiden Flight resulted in K'sin and I'den, already falling in love with eachother, becoming "official--" which was a painfully wonderful happening for I'den and simply wonderful for K'sin. His Miteth had caught another Rider's gold before--a woman, thankfully--so it wasn't new for him, though love was a splendid addition. Her Clutch was exceptionally large at thirteen but four died in the winter--she always laid in the winter and summer for some reason--and the rest were gone as soon as they could fly. Her next three Flights with two a year were without tragedy, caught by Miteth every time. Then it happened. Sodrajth was far to egg-heavy to fly very far, only going out to hunt, and Miteth and K'sin were out flying to escape their grouchy mates. Two Rubies and a Bronze flew out of nowhere and attacked them. It happened faster than was believable; Miteth, in a panic, leapt between with no particular picture in mind, and they were lost forever. Sodrajth had set to screaming, roaring in rage and defiance when the three dragons dared to come towards her weyr. In a splendid display, she'd managed to get herself out of the weyr and airborn, bugling in rage. Her weyr, which she'd taken to ruling, had come at a run--they ranged far and wide, though stayed thankfully closer when their beautiful Queen was with eggs--and the dragons had fled. Sodrajth lost more than half of the clutch shortly after they were laid, and two died after the Hatching. A meager three survived, one of which joined the weyr, a soft-hided young Azurite by the name of Jith who became a sort of friend to I'den and earning himself a place in the weyr in the winter.
On her island, on Firelizard Island, she Bonded to two firelizards; a copper and a gold. Smitten and Chittle. They were her companions for the longest time. Then, one day shortly after K'sin's death while she was sitting like a human shell in the weyr cavern, a seering hot pain ran through her head and a part of her heart, the line connecting her to Smitten, was severed. She'd started screaming, clutching at her head and rocking back and forth as a frantic Chittle sent her images of Smitten. Being killed by a rogue wher. Enraged, Sodrajth left her recently laid eggs to go charging through the trees, not bothering to fly. She'd caught the wher who she'd been considering allowing to stay in her territory so they'd have a good warning if more trespassing dragons came into her weyr's land, and tore him to pieces in her fury, not even taking the time to note it's color--it was a broze, ironically. Ever since then, Sodrajth hasn't really gotten on well with whers and Chittle avoids them. Luckily, I'den blocked those particularly images out. In fact, she "forgot" most of that day. She couldn't forget the pain, though, or the screaming. She'd never forget that.
200 word Sample Post for first Character
I'den brushed her slender fingers over the smooth stone, smoothed by hundreds of years of dragon hide rubbing against it and blackened by countless flamings. The weyr/cave was hot with a sandpit in the center for laying, heated by underground fires and dorment volcanoes around these parts of Pern. She smiled ever so faintly as Sodrajth lifted her enormous head to stare curiously at her Rider, curled as she was around six eggs. The cold had Stolen the rest; they'd been moved outside where the wild wherries, dragons and whers ate them. The beautiful beast rumbled faintly, lovingly.
I'denmine, why are you sad? came her inquire and, as always, I'den's heart warmed at the sound of her beloved's voice.
"I'm just thinking about K'sin, my love," she answered softly.
I'm sorry I cannot make him come back, I'denmine. Very sorry, she said, sounding sorrowful.
"It's not your fault, dearest. His Miteth took a Leap in blind terror, taking out K'sin with him. We could not have saved him, no matter how hard we tried," she told her, trying to put feeling into it but it still sounded a bit pitiful.
Come lay with me? Our little ones will be Hatching soon, she said, trying to cheer the woman up. Pushing the thoughts of her beloved Bronzerider far away, I'den strode numbly over to sands to lay with her beautiful Sodra and their little ones.[/color]
Sodrajth[/size]
Name: Sodrajth
Color: Emerald
Age: Six Turns
Personality: She is as sweet as a kitten with her Rider and kind to her weyr, but no one else. She is a mean, vindictive creature with a passion for cruelty when it comes to intruders, known for tearing tresspassing dragons to shreds. She's killed two humans and a wher in her time and mamed six dragons and three weyrs. She probably would have let the humans lived but had accidently bitten too hard. Oops? She guards her Clutch more passionately with each passing Turn, possessively hoarding them.
Voice: An amazingly beautiful voice, sounding like a Harper woman of about twenty two, is is a bit deep but full of emotion and capable of being so calm it can silence a catterwauling babe or so full of rage, which causing it to boom and hiss, that it can send man and beast alike running.
Quirks: A huge creature, even for a green, she is so dark a green as to be black, turning irridescent greens in the sunlight--almost like oil on water.
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Chittle
Name:Chittle
Species: Firelizard
Color: Gold
Personality: A sweet little beasty, Chittle is affectionate and easy to like. Sodrajth's entire weyr--all twelve dragons--protects her and welcomes her to join them in a feast or to sunbathe with them.
Appearance: A tiny creature, she's smaller than seems physically possible and of such a bright gold that she can be seen even in the dark. Her size lends her such great speed that she can, in truth, easily outrun(fly) most anything, not to mention she can between. She is actually about the size of a brown or blue before they got larger.
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{{ Ta da! You wanted a wild Queen right? Well... Here we are! And I'den is one of my most... Insane characters, so she and Sodra fit with the Wild thing easily. ^^ If you want, I can make her the ruby you're looking for... ? }}
