Post by neeuqtar on Mar 9, 2010 15:35:08 GMT -5
Killed In Wasteland Invasion
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Name: Tiramnet (teer AHM net)
~~Nickname: Tira (TEER uh)
Age: 28
~~Birthdate: 22 December 2985
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Greenrider; JM2 Beastcrafter, specialty draconids
Wing: Ephemerae Wing
Appearance: Tira is relatively tall for a Pernese woman, standing slightly over 5’9”, a trait she inherited from her runner father, along with endurance and good wind. Her dark brown hair lightens in the sunlight, to the point where the bottom of her upper-back-length hair is noticeably lighter than the roots. Of course, she always keeps her hair twisted back in a braided club – loose hair is not very useful when riding a dragon, after all. Her eyes are from her mother, dark blue with amber brown in the center. She has slight/moderate myopia, to the point where she needs to wear glasses to see long-distance. She has the lenses built into her riding goggles for that very reason, for during Threadfall and betweening.
With good posture, decent muscling, and a slight figure, Tiramnet can be fairly easily mistaken for a slim man. Her clothing – usually loose pants bound down along the calf and a sleeveless shirt, combined with a riding jacket, riding boots, and a scarf of some sort – does little to dispel that idea. Confident around animals, Tira is a good rider and a better hunter. She walks with the stride of one used to covering long distances, and has calloused hands and feet from long Turns of climbing and hard work. She has two earrings in her left ear.
Scars: Three pocks on her left arm from getting stepped on by Morreliath as a hatchling.
Personality: Tira can be something of an antagonistic person. Her strength of will matches her dragon’s, and her temper is easily sparked. However, she doesn’t usually stay angry for long – and though she doesn’t forget wrongs, she will stop yelling at you for them after a little bit. Vengeance for her is something which is well-thought-out, devious, and which will certainly not get her in trouble. Her attention to detail borders on obsessive, which serves her well when training forms and in skills such as penmanship and sewing.
An independent person, Tiramnet likes to be in charge of her own fate. She will obey orders she feels are given properly and which are both useful and intelligent, unless she has some loyalty to her commander. She does not respect goldriders just because of the color of their dragons; they must earn her trust and honor. But once her respect and affection is earned – or if people are under her protection – Tiramnet will throw herself into the fray to protect them, even if they are blatantly wrong. Though perhaps not the best leader, Tira isn’t entirely judgemental and divisive. She is willing to give people second chances, though she keeps a mental record of mistakes and subversiveness. Tira treats people similarly to how she treats animals, believing that a mix of gentleness and firm discipline can create the proper sort of behavior.
History:
Family History (late 2983 to Dec 2985: Fort Territory)
Mneret – Tira’s father – ran the traces from Tillek Hold, to Ruatha Hold, to Fort Weyr, Fort Hold, and Southern Boll Hold, with the occasional run towards Nabol and High Reaches. Though he had completed several cross-continental runs in his early teen years, he ceased taking cross-continental runs after the disbanding of Telgar Weyr in 2983, sticking mainly to the Tillek-Ruatha-Fort route, living in the wayhouses along the running traces. The wayhouses, though mainly intended for use by trace runners alone, saw traffic from those people (mainly herders and small, far-flung cotholders) who were too far from posting stations to make the often difficult trip. It was along one run from Tillek to Ruatha that Mneret met such a traveler – a sixteen-year old woman named Kiravell who kept her own herd of woolies in the mountains and sold them and their wool to small cotholders, many of whom were only sketchily marked on Hold maps (if at all), but memorized in their layout by herders such as she.
Though Mneret was rarely able to visit, over the course of the next few years, he wooed Kiravell, promising not to chain her down or make her give up her wandering way of life if she would Join with him – an offer the cotholder’s sons would not (and could not) offer her. Still, she refused his suit, instead becoming his sometimes lover, a tack she chose with a variety of other people as well. It was little surprise that she eventually got pregnant, a fact she revealed to Mneret shortly before he had to leave on another run towards Tillek Hold. Unwilling to let something like a pregnancy stop her, she took her small herd back up into the mountains, to the caves and deep valleys where grasses would remain even in the winter and under snow. It was in the mountains on the winter solstice that she gave birth, attended by another herder who wintered there – her winter lover, who did not begrudge her summer love of Mneret, nor the fact that she named the child for the man who ran the traces.
The Early Turns (Jan 2986 to May 2993: Northern Continent)
Tiramnet grew up mostly in the hands of her mother. As the romance with Mneret faded, Kiravell spent more and more of her time roaming the wilderness. She was joined by her winter lover Tjyverre for a few seasons, but the other herder soon took over Mneret’s main herding territory as the now-mid-twenties woman chose to roam further afield, taking her tiny daughter with her. Tira learned to ride the compact rams as a little girl, grabbing onto the curling horns as the woolies trotted or ambled along. She also grew up with the herding dogs – three neutered males and a she-canine who was kept close at hand during her heats, unless a suitable mate was available. Tira’s grasp of the basics of herding-craft were instinctual and taught from infancy; she was quite capable at six of tripping and flipping sheep for shearing, though she didn’t have the strength to hold them down or shear them herself. That was the duty of her mother and the cotholders who helped for a share of the wool.
Time found the duo and their creatures near Keroon’s hold and the famed Beastcraft Hall. While Kiravell enjoyed the presence of her daughter, the woman preferred to wander free of burden and recalled with longing the days when she had gone wherever she wished, with only herself and the herd to think of. At eight Turns of age, Kiravell offered Tiramnet a choice of staying with her and wandering – perhaps towards the North, or back towards the mountains of Ruatha and Tillek Holds – or staying at the Beastcraft Hall and learning about all sorts of creatures. Quite tantalizingly, Kiravell asked just outside of the grounds of the Beastcraft Hall, where in the distance all sorts of exotic beasts grazed and were tended by men riding creatures that looked like dogs with feet like sheep. Though not entirely excited to be leaving her wild and barefoot existence, Tira agreed to stay for a few seasons – just to see what it was like. She knew better than to extract a promise of return from her mother. Just like a ewe weaning her lamb, Kiravell was casting away her daughter into a world which was equally terrifying and exciting. The pair parted without animosity. Kiravell never returned.
Apprenticeship (June 2993 to Feb 2998: Keroon Beastcraft Hall)
While living as a homeless waif making her way through the lands of the massive Beastcraft Hall was certainly not the most unusual thing that had ever happened to Tira, it was certainly different. After all, she was alone, without any of the canines or woolies who usually accompanied her on the short departures from the main herd of perhaps thirty head of woolies. The travel took over a se’enday, due in part to Tiramnet’s caution as well as her curiosity of the creatures around her. Never one to back down from a challenge or something unusual, the girl observed the way that the animals moved and reacted, even going so far as to attempt to herd a group of the dog-animals, who either stared at her like she was an idiot or simply trotted away and began grazing again, utterly uninterested in the girl-child who thought to control them with a switch of willow wood and sharp noises. They’d seen more impressive things, once they got over her emerging through the brush and over their fence.
Tira didn’t know any procedures for presenting oneself when she arrived at the Hall, save for what Kiravell had done when she approached a cothold. Unwilling to be thwarted, the young girl whistled piercingly as she approached the main buildings – a sprawling complex of stone and wood, inhabited by more people and animals than Tiramnet had ever seen together at one time. Her whistle got her a strange look from one of the people making their way through the main inner courtyard, but no other response. Though not acknowledged, Tira figured that she had made her presence known – the rules of hospitality would demand that she be allowed unmolested access to the outer yards for trading. Nevermind that she had nothing to trade but her time: these were the rules Tira knew and would act by.
Without officially being accepted into the Beastcraft Hall, Tira moved into the loft over the stables. She spent several months as a nameless apprentice before her hard work and skill with animals got her enough recognition to realize that the girl was little more than a vagrant. Her wild childhood served her well here – she was mistaken for a boy-child, a mistake that Tiramnet did not see any reason to correct, given that everyone she saw doing anything besides scurrying and scuttling was, well… male. The beastcrafters had her immediately placed with a foster family, where Tiramnet was taught some form of social graces as well as honing her skills in weaving and sewing, activities which had accompanied winter rest, when wool which had been carded and spun into thread could be made into clothing for the next seasons. While Pattin and Olere were kind enough to her, Tiramnet (for her nickname was no longer appropriate) was an independent child and spent far more time learning everything there was to learn about the multitude of creatures who inhabited the Beastcraft Hall.
The work was, of course, very hard, but Tiramnet had skill with animals and was no stranger to hard work, strange (and long) hours, and quick learning. What was strange to her was the way that any form of misbehavior was treated – not just with extra chores, but with jeering, humiliating punishments such as being locked in stocks or tied to the flagpole in the center of the main courtyard, arms strung up so high the tormented had to stand on tip-toe or have shoulders dislocated and circulation to the hands completely cut off. Her first whipping left her humiliated and furious, and completely bent on vengeance of the boy (one Norepar) who had set her up. Nobody suspected Tiramnet when it was discovered that Norepar had been neglecting his duties – why should they? Staying up all night rubbing dirt into the coats of runnerbeasts and replacing good hay with moldy, as Norepar claimed someone had done, was completely ridiculous. After his humiliation, the apprentice beastcrafter returned to his duties for a time, but eventually was Searched and taken to Benden Weyr.
The theft of eggs from Benden Weyr in 2996 sent reverberations though the Beastcraft Hall. While the start of the dragon wars did not directly affect the Hall – at first – there were a variety of indirect effects. Drum messages increased, with changes for all. Dragons could no longer be flagged for transportation. Dragons were to be fed without question from the Beastcraft herds. Dragonriders could claim apprentices as Candidates without consent. Trauma dragonhealing became an area of focus in the Beastcraft Hall – for the Healer Hall lay in Fortian territory. Life for the apprentices became much harder, but Tiramnet thrived in the harsh environment. In January 2998, she was marked as a level 1 Journeyman, with her focuses in trauma dragonhealing. She was thirteen; it was a mark of her previous skill that she reached Journeyman at such a young age. It didn’t last long. Though she had maintained the charade for almost five Turns, she was finally discovered to be a woman. Whipped, strung naked to the courtyard flagpole for three days, and stripped of her Journeyman status, Tira was publicly shamed before being cast out of the Hall for lying about her gender and impersonating a male.
A New Life (Mar 2998 to Nov 3003: Southern Hold)
With the few marks she had to her name, Tira purchased passage on a trading vessel shipping Keroon runnerbeasts to the Southern Continent. Her knowledge of animals was the selling point – the girl paid in drudge work cleaning up after and feeding the unhappy animals in the hold as well as in marks. Disembarking at Southern Hold, Tira reclaimed her Journeyman status in a place where women were equals to the men and where Keroon’s Beastcraft Hall did not hold the same sway. Joining with the Healer Hall at Southern, Tira learned some minor human healing as well as learning far more about the dragonhealing she had been trained in at Keroon. While she had few (no) dragons to learn on, the dragonhealing craft was just as easily applied to whers and firelizards – the latter of which were fairly common at the Hold, though Tira never acquired one there.
Like many Northerners who came to the south, Tira caught firehead, shortly after her sixteenth Nameday. While she did not go blind, her myopia became slightly worse, to the point where she had to wear ground-glass lenses when attending lectures, in order to read the diagrams and writing from far away. But in daily life, Tira simply chose to live with slightly-imperfect vision, relying on pace and voice to distinguish people and animals from afar, rather than facial features or knots.
Several months before her eighteenth Nameday, Tira was awarded second rank Journeyman level as a Beastcrafter specializing in draconids. With her change in status, Tiramnet requested a transfer to Selenitas Weyr, with the expectation to work dually with dragonhealing and beastcrafting. Though Southern Weyr did not have the best of relationships with the extremely dictatorial Selenitas Weyr, her transfer was approved. Her first trip between was on the back of a brown dragon, taking her from the Hall to the Weyr – a terrifying and thrilling introduction to the world of dragons.
Wind and Waterfalls (Dec 3003 to mid-3010: Selenitas Weyr)
Tiramnet’s arrival at the Weyr had very little fanfare. Weyrwoman Sera ruled her Weyr with an iron fist, with her daughter Seresta poised to Impress a gold dragon and continue the Selenitas dynasty of goldriders. The Beastcrafter spent some time working in the dragonhealer weyrs, but more of her time was spent dealing with the feline attacks and getting used to traveling by boat everywhere – a practice which made her seasick from the current and made her intent on traveling by cliffside and climbing whenever possible. The canyon was no mountain range of the North, but Tiramnet felt far more comfortable on the rocky slopes than the rippling waters. Her impression of a small and broken-winged fire-lizard was due entirely to Tira’s desire to splint the poor thing’s wing – an action which saved the creature’s flight and earned her a loyal bodice-warmer and collar-hammocking creature.
Yet again, the sickly gold Fath laid a Clutch with no gold, infuriating Sera. Attending the Hatching to deal with any dragonet injuries (and to help with any trauma which might be inflicted on the Candidates), Tira herself was knocked over and clawed by a bronze dragonet attempting to get by. Used to dealing with dangerous and awkward baby creatures, Tira didn’t fight and lay limp so that the bronze could get to His. She was then furious when a senseless boy tackled the young creature, with enough force to potentially break delicate bones, flexible as baby bones are. To her surprise, the bronze Impressed to the boy (something she felt to be more of a happenstance Impression, such as her Tiny’s choice, than a carefully thought-out decision… though the bronze was just a hatchling) and was not at all irritated with being bowled over so thoughtlessly.
Moments later, an enormous green dragonet turned the altercation into a bit more of a fight, not only Impressing to Tiramnet, but taking the fight to the bronze and his bonded. Tira – the green’s “Tramine” – learned quite quickly to respect the whiplike accuracy of Nikeath’s tail.
Weyrlinghood was an interesting transition. At nineteen, Tira had to turn her entire life upside-down. Nikeath was a difficult dragon to live with, requiring an equally strong will and a large amount of persuasion and deal-making. As hard a worker as her rider, and with a vicious temper and willful nature, Nikeath got the pair into a good deal of trouble, particularly with the weyrlingmasters and other weyrlings. The older dragons seemed inclined to take Nikeath’s fury as amusing, a fact which infuriated the dragon and honed her determination to be the best.
Thread returned shortly after their graduation, and the greenpair proved themselves a skilled couple, though with far more akin to the brown powerhouses than green and blue agility masters. Tira’s training in treating trauma injuries in draconids proved very important after the Fall, for Thread was a brutal attacker of man and dragon alike. The duo trained exhaustively and slept like the dead when they could find time to sleep. Nikeath flew entire Falls, as few other greens could do, and though Tira and her troublesome dragon had few friends, they were respected as fliers and fighters alike.
The Impression of Aslath to the immature and relatively unknown Shmee over Seresta threw the Weyr into an uproar – but there was nothing to do for it. The only honorable thing for Seresta to do (at least in Seresta’s mind, Tira presumed) was to kill herself, and so she did. Tiramnet refused to participate in the furor of the Weyr, spending more and more time exploring outside the Weyr and hunting felines with her green dragon. Like all living under the threat of the Dragon Wars, Tira learned mounted fighting, specializing in the longbow and in high-altitude dive attacks, modeling her training after the lizardhawks who could take even firelizards from the sky.
While the death of Senior Weyrwoman Sera was not unforeseen, her treatment of her dragon certainly was, as was the deformed Clutch the new senior gold guarded. Wary of rule by Shmee, Tira put her trust in her Wingleader rather than her Weyrwoman, paying more attention to politics than she perhaps had in the past. The advent of a new bloodline to Selenitas’ leadership was only the beginning of the chaos of the Weyr, and things began to change. Tira and Nikeath volunteered for sweep-riding, overflying the far-flung Holds and coastlines of the Selenitas territory, particularly paying attention to trade routes and potential attack points by the Weyrs of the North. As a result, the duo grew in endurance and teleic range, able to keep in contact without very much difficulty to the Weyr while overflying even the furthest Holds. They even served as Searchriders for Aslath’s first Clutch, barely sired by bronze Salenth rather than C’leon’s vicious bronze, and answered message flags from those Holds who acknowledged the Weyr and would seek its help.
The murder of many of the weyrlings from Fath’s final Clutch – particularly the young gold Aezanth – came as a blow to the Weyr. On its heels came the murder of the Fortian weyrleaders, and the defection of their junior weyrwoman, re-founding High Reaches Weyr. When the woman and her followers came to Selenitas to “ask for help,” they kidnapped many Candidates and weyrlings from the Weyr. Unwilling to allow the young people to be stolen without some sort of protection, Nikeath and Tira notified their Wingleader that they were following after, and took the leap between to High Reaches Weyr.
Dreams in the Water (mid-3010 to June 3013: High Reaches Weyr)
It came as a shock to Tira how much her soul sang when she returned to the mountains of the North. She had fallen in love with the interplay of the craggy peaks and the sky as a young child, and that love had never left her in all her Turns at Keroon and in the South. Though contact with Selenitas Weyr was out of the question – High Reaches was just too far away – Tira had little loyalty to the chaotic rule of Shmee. Even Sera’s dictatorship had been better than the chaos Shmee brought to the already-wallowing Weyr. At High Reaches, Tiramnet and Nikeath made sure that the weyrlings continued to get the training that they needed… at least at first.
The pair had no reason to suspect the food of being drugged. Within a few months, Tira was hooked – as was the rest of the Weyr. In desperation, Nikeath attempted to kidnap her own rider from the Weyr in the early spring of 3012. Her attempt was halted by the larger dragons of the Weyr, who literally pulled her out of the sky and took Tira back from her, locking the dazed and drugged greenrider inside. That winter was brutal for the Weyr, many of whom, like Tira, were incapable of helping care for anyone or find food. Raids on outlying cots by some of the saner dragonriders went mostly unnoticed by the Holds as a whole, for it was a brutal winter.
It wasn’t until the summer of 3013 that Nikeath was able to attempt to take her rider away again. This time with far more planning, Nikeath – who had been forced by circumstance both to learn to act completely without her rider and hunt at night – literally ripped out the massive stone walls of the Weyr buildings where her rider was kept, dazed and drugged. Night-flying is always difficult for dragons, but Nikeath had practiced, and managed to escape the confused and half-asleep dragons of the Weyr, ignoring even the queens commands in favor of Hers, who even in her drugged and confused dreams begged for escape and the freedom of the sky.
Harried Existence (July 3013 to May 3014: northern mountain range)
Withdrawal was terrible for the dragonrider, who spent the next few weeks incredibly ill at a small cotholder’s home in the mountains near High Reaches – cotholders acting on the assumption that they were Fortian riders, a mistake which Nikeath perpetuated through Tira’s illness. It wasn’t until almost winter that Tira was well enough to think again, and she could no longer stay at the cothold without suspicion. Leaving on dragonback, Tira relied on childhood memories to find back the valley where she and her mother had once sheltered sheep. The cave was long-abandoned; the weather cold enough to protect from Thread. Wintercraft served her well in survival, though the winter was harsh and the only herd wild. In early spring, she headed back to High Reaches, with the intent of rescuing any that she could from the drugs.
It wasn’t a very well thought-out plan. It was made worse by the fact that she arrived shortly after a strike force from Fort, who had clearly decided to no longer tolerate the raids from the Weyr on the Holds and cotholds claimed by Fort Weyr. Battle-trained dragons turned on Nikeath, who, though trained, could not quite escape in time, taking talons deep in her neck before tearing away and betweening back to the valley in which they had claimed refuge for the winter. With no numbweed, Nikeath had to suffer through intense pain as Tiramnet cleaned and stitched her wounds, using catgut from wild woolies inhabiting the valley. Luckily, the wounds didn’t get infected, and Nikeath healed slowly, hidden in the cave which had served as a sheepfold so long ago, and fed by her huntress rider.
Return to the Battle (May 3014 on: Selenitas Weyr)
It was too dangerous to remain in the valley for long – they could only go undetected for so long, before changes in game pattern and chance would lead to them being discovered. As soon as it was safe to fly, Nikeath and Tiramnet left the valley at night and betweened to Selenitas, returning to a world much changed and as a very different pair. They were suspect at first -- as they had expected would happen -- and placed on the training Wing, which chafed at Nikeath's sensibilities and irked Tiramnet to no end. The duo attended lessons with teachers from Legatus Wing, and started regaining skills atrophied at High Reaches Weyr.
In the meantime, she made a few friends -- Todmund, a studious Candidate, and Mi'rah, one of her teachers. Todmund Impressed at a Hatching, to a brown dragon, and Tiramnet found there was little time to spend with the shy boy. Instead, she found herself spending more time with one Piden of bronze Pidesk, a man she had met quite fortuitously at T'mund's Impression Hatching, and later Flightmothed for, quite accidentally.
Eventually, Tira and Nikeath were selected by Mi'rah for a secret fighting Wing, called Ephemerae. Before long, the activities of Ephemerae were revealed, and training intensified, an exhausting and exhilarating thing indeed. Neither woman nor dragon had much time to spend with other people, but they eked some out to relax with each other and with friends. After one long day of practice and workouts, Tiramnet returned to the Weyr to eat, and happened upon a salamandyr Hatching in process. Though she did not immediately attempt to get a hatchling for herself, within moments one had latched onto her -- a massive bronze fellow, who soon earned himself the name Suzerain. Nikeath was not pleased.
Pets
Species: Firelizard
Name: Tiny
Color: Green
Age: 10
Appearance: A very small creature, this little green suffered a broken wing shortly after Hatching, but Impressed to Tira while she splinted the fracture. Olive in color, with a darker ring around the end of her tail and a near-black spot on her broken right wing, she is a pretty enough creature, if not a stunning one. Skinny as a hatchling, she never got fat, always remaining dainty and slender. She eventually regained flight, and was little the worse for wear despite her mishap at Hatching.
Personality: Tiny will always prefer to be carried about, hiding on her minething, rather than frolicking through the air with her own kind. She is easily startled by loud noises, and is oddly disdainful of her own kind, with a penchant for attempting to hold conversations with salamandyrs -- from the safety of Tira's shirt, of course. Her favorite position is inside her minething's shirt or scarf, occasionally poking her nose out to get a breath of fresh air. She absolutely adores Suzerain... who hates her, of course.
Monarch Bronze[/u]
Name: Suzerain
Impressed to: Tiramnet
Color: A74600 Bronze
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Fat. This is the first word that comes to mind upon seeing this bronze. Unfortunately he has seemed to have inherited his dam’s genes as far as his weight is concerned. Size wise he is definitely the largest mandyr in the clutch and will definitely grow to be one of the largest bronzes in the weyr. Perhaps fortunately for him under the layer of pudge he has decent musculature. It will just take him longer to get in motion. Some of the baby fat will undoubtedly burn off as he ages but he will always be round in shape more than likely. The spines surrounding his head are blunt at the tips and unfortunately are also thick and short which doesn’t do much to distract from his chubby appearance. His wings are large but unfortunately very thin and weak. In fact there is no way they would support his massive frame. They are about as useless as most wher wings. Which means he will likely never be able to glide or fly. Simply flare them for show.
The male is a quite attractive color actually. An almost burnt looking orange. The shade only highlighted by the metallic bronze sheen to his hide. The color is in no way dull and in good health this mandyr will have a polished look to him at all times. Breaking up the uniform coloration of his hide are small mossy bronze speckles. The biggest concentration of which are spattered across his nose making him look as if he has freckles. These speckles seem to glint in the light, especially when he is oiled and only add to the attractiveness of his hide. Upon his wings are the eyelet markings that he seems to share in common with the rest of the clutch. His markings made up of a gold iris surrounding a scarlet pupil.
Personality: Like a typical bronze this male is arrogant. Perfectly content to look down upon other mandyrs. Especially if they do not acknowledge his obvious superiority. His attitude to his chosen can be described as bratty. He demands things, he does not ask for them and if he is not immediately supplied with what he wants he is prone to throw spectacular fits. Which might end in him getting his way solely to shut him up. Very self serving this bronze is a complete narcissist. He will take care of himself first and anything else is expected to come second. Even his chosen. This male is also very lazy. As such he will be fond of collecting slaves to do his dirty work. Most often lower colored mandyrs or children that he ropes into helping him with sweet words and promises. He is far too important to do his own tasks you see. These ‘slaves’ are obviously favored by him but if they for any reason gain his displeasure he will treat them with as much disdain as he treats the firelizards of the weyr. For upon hatching he has seemed to have made a declaration of war against his winged cousins. He hates them with a passion and will do his utmost to cause them terror. Up to and including trying to steal and eat their eggs and abusing them on sight.
As far as his verbalizations go he is very eloquent. Especially with other mandyrs. He likes to try and show them up. Forming complicated sentences and laughing at their mispronounced or smaller ones. He is also well versed in the ways of insulting and cursing. His favorite words to use will be any that cause a reaction from others. It doesn’t matter if it is a negative or positive reaction. More often then not he strives for a negative one. He simply adores the attention. In matters of love he is very picky as well. Never will he choose a permanent mate because he is simply too good for another. But he will grace a female with his presence on occasion, especially if they acknowledge his obvious superiority to the others in the chase. Just being there should be a good enough reason to be chosen in his opinion. Should he be spurred by her however the female should look out. Because he doesn’t take rejection well and the next time they cross paths she will no doubt be confronted by a very angry bronze.
Dragon
Name: Nikeath
~~Pronunciation: NYE kee AH th
Color: Green
Age: 10
Color code: 586655
Physical Description: From the moment she hatched, Nikeath has been large, an eye-catcher of a green if only for her size, and that size is not likely to change. At hatching she is the size of a brown dragonet, and though she never quite reached the size of her brown brothers in adulthood, she matches her largest blue brothers with ease. Her wings are positively massive, more stream-cut than most greens, and her body is built long, lean and muscular, the toning rippling beneath her skin with every motion. No doubt this is a dragon possessing an uncanny amount of strength, for each of her movements alludes to her predatory nature. She has a disproportionately long tail – noticably so. This long tail will not be likely to help her in flight, though it will doubtlessly be a good way for her to express her emotions as it functions much like a whip - deadly fast and startlingly strong. Woe betide the fool who gets in its way when she is in a bad mood.
Nikeath's colour seems to make up for the startling nature of her build, for at first glance she is nothing extraordinary. Her hide is a grayish green best described as the color of the sky just before a twister touches down, a dusty green that is considerably more muted in color than most of her clutchmates. However, on closer examination, someone looking at her might notice that around her backridges and spreading down her tail, there seems to be almost 'needlework' lighter greens, as if someone took glittering green thread and sewed it into her hide for accentwork. Her ridges themselves are darker and more gray in hue than the bulk of her hide, as are the edges of her wings. Around her eyes are the only traces of typical green color - forest green masking that will likely earn her teasing nicknames like bandit until people and dragons alike realize just what a mistake teasing Nikeath truly is.
Scars: Talon rakes along her neck, freshly healed.
Personality: Nikeath is the green who should have been a bronze. Extremely calm and composed, this dragon commands an air of authority unlike any of her colour; maybe it's her size, or perhaps because of the fact that she will take no grief from anyone (And indeed this applies even to her rider - she demands respect and will settle for nothing short of it!), but this is one dragon whose temper most people will refuse to trifle with. Intelligent beyond what most would consider normal for a green, Nikeath has a warrior's heart and ambition - never will she settle, never will she be satisfied for second best. She is a hard worker, willing to push herself beyond what most would consider the normal limits of a dragon, in order to prove that she truly deserves as much acknowledgment as any bronze - her ambition is limitless, and her fears nonexistent. Nothing can stop her when she puts her mind to it, and the things she wants, she goes after with a fierce determination. Obstacles are moved, gone around or simply destroyed in the process. Let nothing stand in the way of her accomplishing her goals.
Despite the fact that this green can and will make life hard for her rider for awhile (for she will demand an extraordinary amount of attention to keep her in line and she has a temper to rival any queen's), it will become obvious immediately that Nikeath is not just selfish and goal oriented. She is also an extremely brave friend who considers her bonded the most important person in the world and no one's word is higher, not even a queen's. Bold as she is, she is the type to defend her lifemate's actions unto her own death if it so comes to pass, even if she knows she's wrong. Fiercely loyal to a fault, she will not allow anyone to push Hers around, and she most definitely will not stand for anyone mistreating her. But she is not just vicious - no, this green is positively brilliant with thinking up elaborate schemes to avoid taking the fall for the things she wants. While she'll doubtlessly get herself into trouble, expect her to find ways to pin anything she does wrong off on others --- and to help her rider do the same!
Profile
Name: Tiramnet (teer AHM net)
~~Nickname: Tira (TEER uh)
Age: 28
~~Birthdate: 22 December 2985
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Greenrider; JM2 Beastcrafter, specialty draconids
Wing: Ephemerae Wing
Appearance: Tira is relatively tall for a Pernese woman, standing slightly over 5’9”, a trait she inherited from her runner father, along with endurance and good wind. Her dark brown hair lightens in the sunlight, to the point where the bottom of her upper-back-length hair is noticeably lighter than the roots. Of course, she always keeps her hair twisted back in a braided club – loose hair is not very useful when riding a dragon, after all. Her eyes are from her mother, dark blue with amber brown in the center. She has slight/moderate myopia, to the point where she needs to wear glasses to see long-distance. She has the lenses built into her riding goggles for that very reason, for during Threadfall and betweening.
With good posture, decent muscling, and a slight figure, Tiramnet can be fairly easily mistaken for a slim man. Her clothing – usually loose pants bound down along the calf and a sleeveless shirt, combined with a riding jacket, riding boots, and a scarf of some sort – does little to dispel that idea. Confident around animals, Tira is a good rider and a better hunter. She walks with the stride of one used to covering long distances, and has calloused hands and feet from long Turns of climbing and hard work. She has two earrings in her left ear.
Scars: Three pocks on her left arm from getting stepped on by Morreliath as a hatchling.
Personality: Tira can be something of an antagonistic person. Her strength of will matches her dragon’s, and her temper is easily sparked. However, she doesn’t usually stay angry for long – and though she doesn’t forget wrongs, she will stop yelling at you for them after a little bit. Vengeance for her is something which is well-thought-out, devious, and which will certainly not get her in trouble. Her attention to detail borders on obsessive, which serves her well when training forms and in skills such as penmanship and sewing.
An independent person, Tiramnet likes to be in charge of her own fate. She will obey orders she feels are given properly and which are both useful and intelligent, unless she has some loyalty to her commander. She does not respect goldriders just because of the color of their dragons; they must earn her trust and honor. But once her respect and affection is earned – or if people are under her protection – Tiramnet will throw herself into the fray to protect them, even if they are blatantly wrong. Though perhaps not the best leader, Tira isn’t entirely judgemental and divisive. She is willing to give people second chances, though she keeps a mental record of mistakes and subversiveness. Tira treats people similarly to how she treats animals, believing that a mix of gentleness and firm discipline can create the proper sort of behavior.
History:
Family History (late 2983 to Dec 2985: Fort Territory)
Mneret – Tira’s father – ran the traces from Tillek Hold, to Ruatha Hold, to Fort Weyr, Fort Hold, and Southern Boll Hold, with the occasional run towards Nabol and High Reaches. Though he had completed several cross-continental runs in his early teen years, he ceased taking cross-continental runs after the disbanding of Telgar Weyr in 2983, sticking mainly to the Tillek-Ruatha-Fort route, living in the wayhouses along the running traces. The wayhouses, though mainly intended for use by trace runners alone, saw traffic from those people (mainly herders and small, far-flung cotholders) who were too far from posting stations to make the often difficult trip. It was along one run from Tillek to Ruatha that Mneret met such a traveler – a sixteen-year old woman named Kiravell who kept her own herd of woolies in the mountains and sold them and their wool to small cotholders, many of whom were only sketchily marked on Hold maps (if at all), but memorized in their layout by herders such as she.
Though Mneret was rarely able to visit, over the course of the next few years, he wooed Kiravell, promising not to chain her down or make her give up her wandering way of life if she would Join with him – an offer the cotholder’s sons would not (and could not) offer her. Still, she refused his suit, instead becoming his sometimes lover, a tack she chose with a variety of other people as well. It was little surprise that she eventually got pregnant, a fact she revealed to Mneret shortly before he had to leave on another run towards Tillek Hold. Unwilling to let something like a pregnancy stop her, she took her small herd back up into the mountains, to the caves and deep valleys where grasses would remain even in the winter and under snow. It was in the mountains on the winter solstice that she gave birth, attended by another herder who wintered there – her winter lover, who did not begrudge her summer love of Mneret, nor the fact that she named the child for the man who ran the traces.
The Early Turns (Jan 2986 to May 2993: Northern Continent)
Tiramnet grew up mostly in the hands of her mother. As the romance with Mneret faded, Kiravell spent more and more of her time roaming the wilderness. She was joined by her winter lover Tjyverre for a few seasons, but the other herder soon took over Mneret’s main herding territory as the now-mid-twenties woman chose to roam further afield, taking her tiny daughter with her. Tira learned to ride the compact rams as a little girl, grabbing onto the curling horns as the woolies trotted or ambled along. She also grew up with the herding dogs – three neutered males and a she-canine who was kept close at hand during her heats, unless a suitable mate was available. Tira’s grasp of the basics of herding-craft were instinctual and taught from infancy; she was quite capable at six of tripping and flipping sheep for shearing, though she didn’t have the strength to hold them down or shear them herself. That was the duty of her mother and the cotholders who helped for a share of the wool.
Time found the duo and their creatures near Keroon’s hold and the famed Beastcraft Hall. While Kiravell enjoyed the presence of her daughter, the woman preferred to wander free of burden and recalled with longing the days when she had gone wherever she wished, with only herself and the herd to think of. At eight Turns of age, Kiravell offered Tiramnet a choice of staying with her and wandering – perhaps towards the North, or back towards the mountains of Ruatha and Tillek Holds – or staying at the Beastcraft Hall and learning about all sorts of creatures. Quite tantalizingly, Kiravell asked just outside of the grounds of the Beastcraft Hall, where in the distance all sorts of exotic beasts grazed and were tended by men riding creatures that looked like dogs with feet like sheep. Though not entirely excited to be leaving her wild and barefoot existence, Tira agreed to stay for a few seasons – just to see what it was like. She knew better than to extract a promise of return from her mother. Just like a ewe weaning her lamb, Kiravell was casting away her daughter into a world which was equally terrifying and exciting. The pair parted without animosity. Kiravell never returned.
Apprenticeship (June 2993 to Feb 2998: Keroon Beastcraft Hall)
While living as a homeless waif making her way through the lands of the massive Beastcraft Hall was certainly not the most unusual thing that had ever happened to Tira, it was certainly different. After all, she was alone, without any of the canines or woolies who usually accompanied her on the short departures from the main herd of perhaps thirty head of woolies. The travel took over a se’enday, due in part to Tiramnet’s caution as well as her curiosity of the creatures around her. Never one to back down from a challenge or something unusual, the girl observed the way that the animals moved and reacted, even going so far as to attempt to herd a group of the dog-animals, who either stared at her like she was an idiot or simply trotted away and began grazing again, utterly uninterested in the girl-child who thought to control them with a switch of willow wood and sharp noises. They’d seen more impressive things, once they got over her emerging through the brush and over their fence.
Tira didn’t know any procedures for presenting oneself when she arrived at the Hall, save for what Kiravell had done when she approached a cothold. Unwilling to be thwarted, the young girl whistled piercingly as she approached the main buildings – a sprawling complex of stone and wood, inhabited by more people and animals than Tiramnet had ever seen together at one time. Her whistle got her a strange look from one of the people making their way through the main inner courtyard, but no other response. Though not acknowledged, Tira figured that she had made her presence known – the rules of hospitality would demand that she be allowed unmolested access to the outer yards for trading. Nevermind that she had nothing to trade but her time: these were the rules Tira knew and would act by.
Without officially being accepted into the Beastcraft Hall, Tira moved into the loft over the stables. She spent several months as a nameless apprentice before her hard work and skill with animals got her enough recognition to realize that the girl was little more than a vagrant. Her wild childhood served her well here – she was mistaken for a boy-child, a mistake that Tiramnet did not see any reason to correct, given that everyone she saw doing anything besides scurrying and scuttling was, well… male. The beastcrafters had her immediately placed with a foster family, where Tiramnet was taught some form of social graces as well as honing her skills in weaving and sewing, activities which had accompanied winter rest, when wool which had been carded and spun into thread could be made into clothing for the next seasons. While Pattin and Olere were kind enough to her, Tiramnet (for her nickname was no longer appropriate) was an independent child and spent far more time learning everything there was to learn about the multitude of creatures who inhabited the Beastcraft Hall.
The work was, of course, very hard, but Tiramnet had skill with animals and was no stranger to hard work, strange (and long) hours, and quick learning. What was strange to her was the way that any form of misbehavior was treated – not just with extra chores, but with jeering, humiliating punishments such as being locked in stocks or tied to the flagpole in the center of the main courtyard, arms strung up so high the tormented had to stand on tip-toe or have shoulders dislocated and circulation to the hands completely cut off. Her first whipping left her humiliated and furious, and completely bent on vengeance of the boy (one Norepar) who had set her up. Nobody suspected Tiramnet when it was discovered that Norepar had been neglecting his duties – why should they? Staying up all night rubbing dirt into the coats of runnerbeasts and replacing good hay with moldy, as Norepar claimed someone had done, was completely ridiculous. After his humiliation, the apprentice beastcrafter returned to his duties for a time, but eventually was Searched and taken to Benden Weyr.
The theft of eggs from Benden Weyr in 2996 sent reverberations though the Beastcraft Hall. While the start of the dragon wars did not directly affect the Hall – at first – there were a variety of indirect effects. Drum messages increased, with changes for all. Dragons could no longer be flagged for transportation. Dragons were to be fed without question from the Beastcraft herds. Dragonriders could claim apprentices as Candidates without consent. Trauma dragonhealing became an area of focus in the Beastcraft Hall – for the Healer Hall lay in Fortian territory. Life for the apprentices became much harder, but Tiramnet thrived in the harsh environment. In January 2998, she was marked as a level 1 Journeyman, with her focuses in trauma dragonhealing. She was thirteen; it was a mark of her previous skill that she reached Journeyman at such a young age. It didn’t last long. Though she had maintained the charade for almost five Turns, she was finally discovered to be a woman. Whipped, strung naked to the courtyard flagpole for three days, and stripped of her Journeyman status, Tira was publicly shamed before being cast out of the Hall for lying about her gender and impersonating a male.
A New Life (Mar 2998 to Nov 3003: Southern Hold)
With the few marks she had to her name, Tira purchased passage on a trading vessel shipping Keroon runnerbeasts to the Southern Continent. Her knowledge of animals was the selling point – the girl paid in drudge work cleaning up after and feeding the unhappy animals in the hold as well as in marks. Disembarking at Southern Hold, Tira reclaimed her Journeyman status in a place where women were equals to the men and where Keroon’s Beastcraft Hall did not hold the same sway. Joining with the Healer Hall at Southern, Tira learned some minor human healing as well as learning far more about the dragonhealing she had been trained in at Keroon. While she had few (no) dragons to learn on, the dragonhealing craft was just as easily applied to whers and firelizards – the latter of which were fairly common at the Hold, though Tira never acquired one there.
Like many Northerners who came to the south, Tira caught firehead, shortly after her sixteenth Nameday. While she did not go blind, her myopia became slightly worse, to the point where she had to wear ground-glass lenses when attending lectures, in order to read the diagrams and writing from far away. But in daily life, Tira simply chose to live with slightly-imperfect vision, relying on pace and voice to distinguish people and animals from afar, rather than facial features or knots.
Several months before her eighteenth Nameday, Tira was awarded second rank Journeyman level as a Beastcrafter specializing in draconids. With her change in status, Tiramnet requested a transfer to Selenitas Weyr, with the expectation to work dually with dragonhealing and beastcrafting. Though Southern Weyr did not have the best of relationships with the extremely dictatorial Selenitas Weyr, her transfer was approved. Her first trip between was on the back of a brown dragon, taking her from the Hall to the Weyr – a terrifying and thrilling introduction to the world of dragons.
Wind and Waterfalls (Dec 3003 to mid-3010: Selenitas Weyr)
Tiramnet’s arrival at the Weyr had very little fanfare. Weyrwoman Sera ruled her Weyr with an iron fist, with her daughter Seresta poised to Impress a gold dragon and continue the Selenitas dynasty of goldriders. The Beastcrafter spent some time working in the dragonhealer weyrs, but more of her time was spent dealing with the feline attacks and getting used to traveling by boat everywhere – a practice which made her seasick from the current and made her intent on traveling by cliffside and climbing whenever possible. The canyon was no mountain range of the North, but Tiramnet felt far more comfortable on the rocky slopes than the rippling waters. Her impression of a small and broken-winged fire-lizard was due entirely to Tira’s desire to splint the poor thing’s wing – an action which saved the creature’s flight and earned her a loyal bodice-warmer and collar-hammocking creature.
Yet again, the sickly gold Fath laid a Clutch with no gold, infuriating Sera. Attending the Hatching to deal with any dragonet injuries (and to help with any trauma which might be inflicted on the Candidates), Tira herself was knocked over and clawed by a bronze dragonet attempting to get by. Used to dealing with dangerous and awkward baby creatures, Tira didn’t fight and lay limp so that the bronze could get to His. She was then furious when a senseless boy tackled the young creature, with enough force to potentially break delicate bones, flexible as baby bones are. To her surprise, the bronze Impressed to the boy (something she felt to be more of a happenstance Impression, such as her Tiny’s choice, than a carefully thought-out decision… though the bronze was just a hatchling) and was not at all irritated with being bowled over so thoughtlessly.
Moments later, an enormous green dragonet turned the altercation into a bit more of a fight, not only Impressing to Tiramnet, but taking the fight to the bronze and his bonded. Tira – the green’s “Tramine” – learned quite quickly to respect the whiplike accuracy of Nikeath’s tail.
Weyrlinghood was an interesting transition. At nineteen, Tira had to turn her entire life upside-down. Nikeath was a difficult dragon to live with, requiring an equally strong will and a large amount of persuasion and deal-making. As hard a worker as her rider, and with a vicious temper and willful nature, Nikeath got the pair into a good deal of trouble, particularly with the weyrlingmasters and other weyrlings. The older dragons seemed inclined to take Nikeath’s fury as amusing, a fact which infuriated the dragon and honed her determination to be the best.
Thread returned shortly after their graduation, and the greenpair proved themselves a skilled couple, though with far more akin to the brown powerhouses than green and blue agility masters. Tira’s training in treating trauma injuries in draconids proved very important after the Fall, for Thread was a brutal attacker of man and dragon alike. The duo trained exhaustively and slept like the dead when they could find time to sleep. Nikeath flew entire Falls, as few other greens could do, and though Tira and her troublesome dragon had few friends, they were respected as fliers and fighters alike.
The Impression of Aslath to the immature and relatively unknown Shmee over Seresta threw the Weyr into an uproar – but there was nothing to do for it. The only honorable thing for Seresta to do (at least in Seresta’s mind, Tira presumed) was to kill herself, and so she did. Tiramnet refused to participate in the furor of the Weyr, spending more and more time exploring outside the Weyr and hunting felines with her green dragon. Like all living under the threat of the Dragon Wars, Tira learned mounted fighting, specializing in the longbow and in high-altitude dive attacks, modeling her training after the lizardhawks who could take even firelizards from the sky.
While the death of Senior Weyrwoman Sera was not unforeseen, her treatment of her dragon certainly was, as was the deformed Clutch the new senior gold guarded. Wary of rule by Shmee, Tira put her trust in her Wingleader rather than her Weyrwoman, paying more attention to politics than she perhaps had in the past. The advent of a new bloodline to Selenitas’ leadership was only the beginning of the chaos of the Weyr, and things began to change. Tira and Nikeath volunteered for sweep-riding, overflying the far-flung Holds and coastlines of the Selenitas territory, particularly paying attention to trade routes and potential attack points by the Weyrs of the North. As a result, the duo grew in endurance and teleic range, able to keep in contact without very much difficulty to the Weyr while overflying even the furthest Holds. They even served as Searchriders for Aslath’s first Clutch, barely sired by bronze Salenth rather than C’leon’s vicious bronze, and answered message flags from those Holds who acknowledged the Weyr and would seek its help.
The murder of many of the weyrlings from Fath’s final Clutch – particularly the young gold Aezanth – came as a blow to the Weyr. On its heels came the murder of the Fortian weyrleaders, and the defection of their junior weyrwoman, re-founding High Reaches Weyr. When the woman and her followers came to Selenitas to “ask for help,” they kidnapped many Candidates and weyrlings from the Weyr. Unwilling to allow the young people to be stolen without some sort of protection, Nikeath and Tira notified their Wingleader that they were following after, and took the leap between to High Reaches Weyr.
Dreams in the Water (mid-3010 to June 3013: High Reaches Weyr)
It came as a shock to Tira how much her soul sang when she returned to the mountains of the North. She had fallen in love with the interplay of the craggy peaks and the sky as a young child, and that love had never left her in all her Turns at Keroon and in the South. Though contact with Selenitas Weyr was out of the question – High Reaches was just too far away – Tira had little loyalty to the chaotic rule of Shmee. Even Sera’s dictatorship had been better than the chaos Shmee brought to the already-wallowing Weyr. At High Reaches, Tiramnet and Nikeath made sure that the weyrlings continued to get the training that they needed… at least at first.
The pair had no reason to suspect the food of being drugged. Within a few months, Tira was hooked – as was the rest of the Weyr. In desperation, Nikeath attempted to kidnap her own rider from the Weyr in the early spring of 3012. Her attempt was halted by the larger dragons of the Weyr, who literally pulled her out of the sky and took Tira back from her, locking the dazed and drugged greenrider inside. That winter was brutal for the Weyr, many of whom, like Tira, were incapable of helping care for anyone or find food. Raids on outlying cots by some of the saner dragonriders went mostly unnoticed by the Holds as a whole, for it was a brutal winter.
It wasn’t until the summer of 3013 that Nikeath was able to attempt to take her rider away again. This time with far more planning, Nikeath – who had been forced by circumstance both to learn to act completely without her rider and hunt at night – literally ripped out the massive stone walls of the Weyr buildings where her rider was kept, dazed and drugged. Night-flying is always difficult for dragons, but Nikeath had practiced, and managed to escape the confused and half-asleep dragons of the Weyr, ignoring even the queens commands in favor of Hers, who even in her drugged and confused dreams begged for escape and the freedom of the sky.
Harried Existence (July 3013 to May 3014: northern mountain range)
Withdrawal was terrible for the dragonrider, who spent the next few weeks incredibly ill at a small cotholder’s home in the mountains near High Reaches – cotholders acting on the assumption that they were Fortian riders, a mistake which Nikeath perpetuated through Tira’s illness. It wasn’t until almost winter that Tira was well enough to think again, and she could no longer stay at the cothold without suspicion. Leaving on dragonback, Tira relied on childhood memories to find back the valley where she and her mother had once sheltered sheep. The cave was long-abandoned; the weather cold enough to protect from Thread. Wintercraft served her well in survival, though the winter was harsh and the only herd wild. In early spring, she headed back to High Reaches, with the intent of rescuing any that she could from the drugs.
It wasn’t a very well thought-out plan. It was made worse by the fact that she arrived shortly after a strike force from Fort, who had clearly decided to no longer tolerate the raids from the Weyr on the Holds and cotholds claimed by Fort Weyr. Battle-trained dragons turned on Nikeath, who, though trained, could not quite escape in time, taking talons deep in her neck before tearing away and betweening back to the valley in which they had claimed refuge for the winter. With no numbweed, Nikeath had to suffer through intense pain as Tiramnet cleaned and stitched her wounds, using catgut from wild woolies inhabiting the valley. Luckily, the wounds didn’t get infected, and Nikeath healed slowly, hidden in the cave which had served as a sheepfold so long ago, and fed by her huntress rider.
Return to the Battle (May 3014 on: Selenitas Weyr)
It was too dangerous to remain in the valley for long – they could only go undetected for so long, before changes in game pattern and chance would lead to them being discovered. As soon as it was safe to fly, Nikeath and Tiramnet left the valley at night and betweened to Selenitas, returning to a world much changed and as a very different pair. They were suspect at first -- as they had expected would happen -- and placed on the training Wing, which chafed at Nikeath's sensibilities and irked Tiramnet to no end. The duo attended lessons with teachers from Legatus Wing, and started regaining skills atrophied at High Reaches Weyr.
In the meantime, she made a few friends -- Todmund, a studious Candidate, and Mi'rah, one of her teachers. Todmund Impressed at a Hatching, to a brown dragon, and Tiramnet found there was little time to spend with the shy boy. Instead, she found herself spending more time with one Piden of bronze Pidesk, a man she had met quite fortuitously at T'mund's Impression Hatching, and later Flightmothed for, quite accidentally.
Eventually, Tira and Nikeath were selected by Mi'rah for a secret fighting Wing, called Ephemerae. Before long, the activities of Ephemerae were revealed, and training intensified, an exhausting and exhilarating thing indeed. Neither woman nor dragon had much time to spend with other people, but they eked some out to relax with each other and with friends. After one long day of practice and workouts, Tiramnet returned to the Weyr to eat, and happened upon a salamandyr Hatching in process. Though she did not immediately attempt to get a hatchling for herself, within moments one had latched onto her -- a massive bronze fellow, who soon earned himself the name Suzerain. Nikeath was not pleased.
Pets
Species: Firelizard
Name: Tiny
Color: Green
Age: 10
Appearance: A very small creature, this little green suffered a broken wing shortly after Hatching, but Impressed to Tira while she splinted the fracture. Olive in color, with a darker ring around the end of her tail and a near-black spot on her broken right wing, she is a pretty enough creature, if not a stunning one. Skinny as a hatchling, she never got fat, always remaining dainty and slender. She eventually regained flight, and was little the worse for wear despite her mishap at Hatching.
Personality: Tiny will always prefer to be carried about, hiding on her minething, rather than frolicking through the air with her own kind. She is easily startled by loud noises, and is oddly disdainful of her own kind, with a penchant for attempting to hold conversations with salamandyrs -- from the safety of Tira's shirt, of course. Her favorite position is inside her minething's shirt or scarf, occasionally poking her nose out to get a breath of fresh air. She absolutely adores Suzerain... who hates her, of course.
Monarch Bronze[/u]
Name: Suzerain
Impressed to: Tiramnet
Color: A74600 Bronze
Age: Hatchling
Appearance: Fat. This is the first word that comes to mind upon seeing this bronze. Unfortunately he has seemed to have inherited his dam’s genes as far as his weight is concerned. Size wise he is definitely the largest mandyr in the clutch and will definitely grow to be one of the largest bronzes in the weyr. Perhaps fortunately for him under the layer of pudge he has decent musculature. It will just take him longer to get in motion. Some of the baby fat will undoubtedly burn off as he ages but he will always be round in shape more than likely. The spines surrounding his head are blunt at the tips and unfortunately are also thick and short which doesn’t do much to distract from his chubby appearance. His wings are large but unfortunately very thin and weak. In fact there is no way they would support his massive frame. They are about as useless as most wher wings. Which means he will likely never be able to glide or fly. Simply flare them for show.
The male is a quite attractive color actually. An almost burnt looking orange. The shade only highlighted by the metallic bronze sheen to his hide. The color is in no way dull and in good health this mandyr will have a polished look to him at all times. Breaking up the uniform coloration of his hide are small mossy bronze speckles. The biggest concentration of which are spattered across his nose making him look as if he has freckles. These speckles seem to glint in the light, especially when he is oiled and only add to the attractiveness of his hide. Upon his wings are the eyelet markings that he seems to share in common with the rest of the clutch. His markings made up of a gold iris surrounding a scarlet pupil.
Personality: Like a typical bronze this male is arrogant. Perfectly content to look down upon other mandyrs. Especially if they do not acknowledge his obvious superiority. His attitude to his chosen can be described as bratty. He demands things, he does not ask for them and if he is not immediately supplied with what he wants he is prone to throw spectacular fits. Which might end in him getting his way solely to shut him up. Very self serving this bronze is a complete narcissist. He will take care of himself first and anything else is expected to come second. Even his chosen. This male is also very lazy. As such he will be fond of collecting slaves to do his dirty work. Most often lower colored mandyrs or children that he ropes into helping him with sweet words and promises. He is far too important to do his own tasks you see. These ‘slaves’ are obviously favored by him but if they for any reason gain his displeasure he will treat them with as much disdain as he treats the firelizards of the weyr. For upon hatching he has seemed to have made a declaration of war against his winged cousins. He hates them with a passion and will do his utmost to cause them terror. Up to and including trying to steal and eat their eggs and abusing them on sight.
As far as his verbalizations go he is very eloquent. Especially with other mandyrs. He likes to try and show them up. Forming complicated sentences and laughing at their mispronounced or smaller ones. He is also well versed in the ways of insulting and cursing. His favorite words to use will be any that cause a reaction from others. It doesn’t matter if it is a negative or positive reaction. More often then not he strives for a negative one. He simply adores the attention. In matters of love he is very picky as well. Never will he choose a permanent mate because he is simply too good for another. But he will grace a female with his presence on occasion, especially if they acknowledge his obvious superiority to the others in the chase. Just being there should be a good enough reason to be chosen in his opinion. Should he be spurred by her however the female should look out. Because he doesn’t take rejection well and the next time they cross paths she will no doubt be confronted by a very angry bronze.
Dragon
Name: Nikeath
~~Pronunciation: NYE kee AH th
Color: Green
Age: 10
Color code: 586655
Physical Description: From the moment she hatched, Nikeath has been large, an eye-catcher of a green if only for her size, and that size is not likely to change. At hatching she is the size of a brown dragonet, and though she never quite reached the size of her brown brothers in adulthood, she matches her largest blue brothers with ease. Her wings are positively massive, more stream-cut than most greens, and her body is built long, lean and muscular, the toning rippling beneath her skin with every motion. No doubt this is a dragon possessing an uncanny amount of strength, for each of her movements alludes to her predatory nature. She has a disproportionately long tail – noticably so. This long tail will not be likely to help her in flight, though it will doubtlessly be a good way for her to express her emotions as it functions much like a whip - deadly fast and startlingly strong. Woe betide the fool who gets in its way when she is in a bad mood.
Nikeath's colour seems to make up for the startling nature of her build, for at first glance she is nothing extraordinary. Her hide is a grayish green best described as the color of the sky just before a twister touches down, a dusty green that is considerably more muted in color than most of her clutchmates. However, on closer examination, someone looking at her might notice that around her backridges and spreading down her tail, there seems to be almost 'needlework' lighter greens, as if someone took glittering green thread and sewed it into her hide for accentwork. Her ridges themselves are darker and more gray in hue than the bulk of her hide, as are the edges of her wings. Around her eyes are the only traces of typical green color - forest green masking that will likely earn her teasing nicknames like bandit until people and dragons alike realize just what a mistake teasing Nikeath truly is.
Scars: Talon rakes along her neck, freshly healed.
Personality: Nikeath is the green who should have been a bronze. Extremely calm and composed, this dragon commands an air of authority unlike any of her colour; maybe it's her size, or perhaps because of the fact that she will take no grief from anyone (And indeed this applies even to her rider - she demands respect and will settle for nothing short of it!), but this is one dragon whose temper most people will refuse to trifle with. Intelligent beyond what most would consider normal for a green, Nikeath has a warrior's heart and ambition - never will she settle, never will she be satisfied for second best. She is a hard worker, willing to push herself beyond what most would consider the normal limits of a dragon, in order to prove that she truly deserves as much acknowledgment as any bronze - her ambition is limitless, and her fears nonexistent. Nothing can stop her when she puts her mind to it, and the things she wants, she goes after with a fierce determination. Obstacles are moved, gone around or simply destroyed in the process. Let nothing stand in the way of her accomplishing her goals.
Despite the fact that this green can and will make life hard for her rider for awhile (for she will demand an extraordinary amount of attention to keep her in line and she has a temper to rival any queen's), it will become obvious immediately that Nikeath is not just selfish and goal oriented. She is also an extremely brave friend who considers her bonded the most important person in the world and no one's word is higher, not even a queen's. Bold as she is, she is the type to defend her lifemate's actions unto her own death if it so comes to pass, even if she knows she's wrong. Fiercely loyal to a fault, she will not allow anyone to push Hers around, and she most definitely will not stand for anyone mistreating her. But she is not just vicious - no, this green is positively brilliant with thinking up elaborate schemes to avoid taking the fall for the things she wants. While she'll doubtlessly get herself into trouble, expect her to find ways to pin anything she does wrong off on others --- and to help her rider do the same!