Post by lex on Nov 23, 2009 12:34:39 GMT -5
Killed in Between Accident
Humans:
Name: Casta
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Casta would not expect you to describe her as ‘beautiful’. She is under no illusion about her looks, which fall under ‘unusual’ if you’re being kind, or ‘plain’ if you’re looking at her in the cold light of day. She stands at 5”7, with a figure too skinny to be really attractive, and a no-nonsense look. Her hands are tough and calloused, her clothes clean and well-mended, and she finds it easy to blend into crowds if she wants to. She braids her wavy, light brown hair and coils it at the back of her head – although no matter how neatly she does it, a few stray stands will always escape this treatment. Casta never looks messy, but she never looks entirely pristine either. Two features save her from being consigned to the realms of ugliness: her eyes, which are a beautiful shade of grey-blue, and her smile: it lights up her face when she’s happy, and is enough to make you look at her twice when she is inclined to use it.
Personality: Casta noted from an early age that women from Benden Weyr fall into two categories: they are nervous and broken, or they are as hard as nails. As soon as she was old enough to make up her mind about herself, she resolved be one of the second type. You will not find any hint of nervousness or fear in her, even if she feels it. She always appears to be completely in control of herself. Her life has forced her to have a sense of humour about what goes on, and she can always be relied on to make a sardonic remark about the current situation. But don’t make the mistake of thinking that Casta has a loose tongue: she most definitely does not. Unless she is comfortable with someone, or knows them well enough to have an idea of how they will take her comments, she will keep her mouth shut and her eyes alert. She’ll think whatever she wants to, but she has avoided many a whipping (or worse) by being able to keep herself from talking back.
Forthright and direct, Casta will have a conversation with absolutely anyone – the last thing you could call her is a shrinking violet. She gets on well with many people, but doesn’t form many close attachments: another mark of her life in a tough Weyr. It will be a long time before she calls anyone her friend, and even when she does she will hold back from a real bond. She is sociable, but close friendships don’t come naturally to her, and she keeps her private thoughts very much to herself. Honesty and directness are qualities she prizes, as well as loyalty to some extent: few people give her a reason to look after anyone but herself.
This sociability is her most useful quality. At Benden she developed a reputation for being able to break up fights – she was the one the drudges would run for if it looked like something was about to start. With one of her disarming smiles, and a simple use of logic, she was mostly able to diffuse situations before they got out of hand. The riders were a law unto themselves, of course, but she could handle them surprisingly well for one of her gender and stature. Likeable (if a little standoffish when it comes to forming real connections) and reasonably relaxed about things, Casta wants to make something of herself: if she can say that she is useful and respected, she will be very happy indeed.
History: Born in Benden Weyr, daughter to a brown rider and a drudge, Casta has been working for her keep since she was old enough to carry a pitcher of water. As far as drudges within Weyrs go, her life was very ordinary. She took care of menial chores, and was a very valued woman in the kitchen by the age of sixteen, due to her formidable skill as a cook. At eighteen, she was assistant to the head cook, and managed to spend as much time in the kitchens as possible: thus staying out of the way of the riders, who were always to be avoided.
Casta grew up with an understanding that, as a woman and thus second-class citizen, she would need to do whatever she could to keep under the radar. Her looks saved her in that respect: being plain she was able to avoid some of the more…strenuous attentions of the Benden riders. Her skill with words helped there, as well – she could very often manage to flirt her way out of a tricky situation, and turn anger into laughter if it looked as if a man was going to get annoyed. Therefore, her experience of physical matters has been consensual, if usually nothing special, and she enjoys that kind of thing when done well.
Two turns ago, Casta realised that a life of cooking for the riders of Benden was not what she wanted. She saved what she could, and used every method at her disposal to work out how to leave. Her ingenuity paid off: a month ago, she embarked from the Weyr and made her way to Blossom Hold, where she was picked up on a Search and taken to Selenitas. It was a difficult journey altogether, but she held on to the idea her mother had always given her: that in other Weyrs, women are treated as more than just drudges. Having always adored dragons, she went to her first Hatching hardly daring to hope, and Impressed to a green: Posilanth.
Posilanth (Poss-sil-anth)
Personality: Kind and gentle Posilanth is a sweetie with a long list of fears. This Green is incredibly unique in the way of attitude and personality, she's lovable but unless someone knows her, she might come across as a bit annoying. Paranoid that she's being watched, Posilanth always believes she's in some kind of trouble, and that one of her superiors is going to swoop down and chastise her. She also hates being alone in the dark, she is afraid of the shadows that the night seems to contain, so just like a young child she needs to be near someone to fall asleep. Otherwise she is up all night worrying about being eaten. Posilanth does not have the highest self-esteem a Dragon can have, she needs constant assurance she's doing fine and that she and her Rider will be okay.
On the upside, Posilanth can't and does not hold grudges, nor does she anger. It takes her Human being in mortal danger to rile her up so much that she is forced to fight. The Green has remarkable memory for a Dragon, having the ability to recall bits and pieces of information that had been uttered a long time before. Because of her ability to retain good amounts of knowledge, she will rise quickly through Weyrlinghood and through Thread and Battle Training. There is one more quark that Posilanth has... she loves to eat the occasional fruit. Not an omnivore in the least, the Green just likes sweet things as special treats every now and then.
Appearance: Green and slightly plump like an unripe tomato, Posilanth is shaped like an average sized Green. Thin greenish brown lines run along the edge of her wings and down her back, radiating from the very top of her neck. The same lines run over her withers and down her front legs, but are absent in their appearance on her tail and back legs. Despite being a bit plump, it is almost as if she jumped from the pages of a text book. Perfectly proportional, this Green will enjoy the ease of flight and the excitement of her speed and agility. Like Feyrianth, her set of solid black claws are the only vicious looking thing about Posilanth.
Despite having an almost perfectly formed body, the Green finds it hard to travel across the ground, finding the need to walk slower than most. Its not an uncommon thing to find her counting her steps as she walks. Its best not to hurry her if there is no need, when hurried she gets clumsy and will more than likely knock things over or trip over nothing.
[ x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Humans:
Name: Casta
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance: Casta would not expect you to describe her as ‘beautiful’. She is under no illusion about her looks, which fall under ‘unusual’ if you’re being kind, or ‘plain’ if you’re looking at her in the cold light of day. She stands at 5”7, with a figure too skinny to be really attractive, and a no-nonsense look. Her hands are tough and calloused, her clothes clean and well-mended, and she finds it easy to blend into crowds if she wants to. She braids her wavy, light brown hair and coils it at the back of her head – although no matter how neatly she does it, a few stray stands will always escape this treatment. Casta never looks messy, but she never looks entirely pristine either. Two features save her from being consigned to the realms of ugliness: her eyes, which are a beautiful shade of grey-blue, and her smile: it lights up her face when she’s happy, and is enough to make you look at her twice when she is inclined to use it.
Personality: Casta noted from an early age that women from Benden Weyr fall into two categories: they are nervous and broken, or they are as hard as nails. As soon as she was old enough to make up her mind about herself, she resolved be one of the second type. You will not find any hint of nervousness or fear in her, even if she feels it. She always appears to be completely in control of herself. Her life has forced her to have a sense of humour about what goes on, and she can always be relied on to make a sardonic remark about the current situation. But don’t make the mistake of thinking that Casta has a loose tongue: she most definitely does not. Unless she is comfortable with someone, or knows them well enough to have an idea of how they will take her comments, she will keep her mouth shut and her eyes alert. She’ll think whatever she wants to, but she has avoided many a whipping (or worse) by being able to keep herself from talking back.
Forthright and direct, Casta will have a conversation with absolutely anyone – the last thing you could call her is a shrinking violet. She gets on well with many people, but doesn’t form many close attachments: another mark of her life in a tough Weyr. It will be a long time before she calls anyone her friend, and even when she does she will hold back from a real bond. She is sociable, but close friendships don’t come naturally to her, and she keeps her private thoughts very much to herself. Honesty and directness are qualities she prizes, as well as loyalty to some extent: few people give her a reason to look after anyone but herself.
This sociability is her most useful quality. At Benden she developed a reputation for being able to break up fights – she was the one the drudges would run for if it looked like something was about to start. With one of her disarming smiles, and a simple use of logic, she was mostly able to diffuse situations before they got out of hand. The riders were a law unto themselves, of course, but she could handle them surprisingly well for one of her gender and stature. Likeable (if a little standoffish when it comes to forming real connections) and reasonably relaxed about things, Casta wants to make something of herself: if she can say that she is useful and respected, she will be very happy indeed.
History: Born in Benden Weyr, daughter to a brown rider and a drudge, Casta has been working for her keep since she was old enough to carry a pitcher of water. As far as drudges within Weyrs go, her life was very ordinary. She took care of menial chores, and was a very valued woman in the kitchen by the age of sixteen, due to her formidable skill as a cook. At eighteen, she was assistant to the head cook, and managed to spend as much time in the kitchens as possible: thus staying out of the way of the riders, who were always to be avoided.
Casta grew up with an understanding that, as a woman and thus second-class citizen, she would need to do whatever she could to keep under the radar. Her looks saved her in that respect: being plain she was able to avoid some of the more…strenuous attentions of the Benden riders. Her skill with words helped there, as well – she could very often manage to flirt her way out of a tricky situation, and turn anger into laughter if it looked as if a man was going to get annoyed. Therefore, her experience of physical matters has been consensual, if usually nothing special, and she enjoys that kind of thing when done well.
Two turns ago, Casta realised that a life of cooking for the riders of Benden was not what she wanted. She saved what she could, and used every method at her disposal to work out how to leave. Her ingenuity paid off: a month ago, she embarked from the Weyr and made her way to Blossom Hold, where she was picked up on a Search and taken to Selenitas. It was a difficult journey altogether, but she held on to the idea her mother had always given her: that in other Weyrs, women are treated as more than just drudges. Having always adored dragons, she went to her first Hatching hardly daring to hope, and Impressed to a green: Posilanth.
Posilanth (Poss-sil-anth)
Personality: Kind and gentle Posilanth is a sweetie with a long list of fears. This Green is incredibly unique in the way of attitude and personality, she's lovable but unless someone knows her, she might come across as a bit annoying. Paranoid that she's being watched, Posilanth always believes she's in some kind of trouble, and that one of her superiors is going to swoop down and chastise her. She also hates being alone in the dark, she is afraid of the shadows that the night seems to contain, so just like a young child she needs to be near someone to fall asleep. Otherwise she is up all night worrying about being eaten. Posilanth does not have the highest self-esteem a Dragon can have, she needs constant assurance she's doing fine and that she and her Rider will be okay.
On the upside, Posilanth can't and does not hold grudges, nor does she anger. It takes her Human being in mortal danger to rile her up so much that she is forced to fight. The Green has remarkable memory for a Dragon, having the ability to recall bits and pieces of information that had been uttered a long time before. Because of her ability to retain good amounts of knowledge, she will rise quickly through Weyrlinghood and through Thread and Battle Training. There is one more quark that Posilanth has... she loves to eat the occasional fruit. Not an omnivore in the least, the Green just likes sweet things as special treats every now and then.
Appearance: Green and slightly plump like an unripe tomato, Posilanth is shaped like an average sized Green. Thin greenish brown lines run along the edge of her wings and down her back, radiating from the very top of her neck. The same lines run over her withers and down her front legs, but are absent in their appearance on her tail and back legs. Despite being a bit plump, it is almost as if she jumped from the pages of a text book. Perfectly proportional, this Green will enjoy the ease of flight and the excitement of her speed and agility. Like Feyrianth, her set of solid black claws are the only vicious looking thing about Posilanth.
Despite having an almost perfectly formed body, the Green finds it hard to travel across the ground, finding the need to walk slower than most. Its not an uncommon thing to find her counting her steps as she walks. Its best not to hurry her if there is no need, when hurried she gets clumsy and will more than likely knock things over or trip over nothing.
[ x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
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