Post by mierce on Sept 17, 2009 1:31:06 GMT -5
Killed In Wasteland Attack
Human:
Name: Evrgarde
Age: 27 (b. winter 2986)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual with slight lean towards females
Craft: Sr. Apprentice Weaver
Rank: Bluerider
Physical Appearance: Evrgarde has medium blue eyes and sports dirty-blonde tresses that are kept just long enough to tie back into a runt of a bun. Her hands have become calloused through years of physical labor and her skin tanned from long stretches of time spent outdoors during the day, but she does her best to keep herself well groomed. Standing at 5'5" with surprisingly child-like features, one would normally not consider Evrgarde a threat upon first meeting her and indeed, she is hardly anyone to be contended with but she is well toned and has relatively high edurance when presented with physically demanding tasks. Although androgynous in dress and manners by choice, she has been told that she would look quite lovely if she would just do something about her clothes and hair.
However, beneath her leathers and rugged clothes lay a collection of old scars ranging from the injuries received during the Siege of Selenitas and during her Weaver Hall accident, all the way back to some of the men Gadrea had rented her to. In particular, she has a long mark down the right side of her torso where the splintered support beam of a loom had sliced open a gash, permanent bruising to her thighs from rough handling, and most recently, a new scar on her scalp where she was hit during the siege. Hair no longer grew from where the scar had taken over, but it remained covered and is nearly unnoticeable unless one were looking for it.
Personality: In short, Evrgarde takes life seriously. Very. Seriously. Yes, she has eased up considerably since arriving at the Weyr and has learned how to work with sarcasm and maybe even smile here and there, but so far no one has ever heard her so much as chuckle or, Faranth Forbid, actually laugh. Even the sex that occurs after Flights is systematically regarded as "just the way things are" regardless of how intense the physical desire may be. With the exception of Iorath, she has little emotional attachment to anything or anyone, and thus has no real preference towards men or women--In fact, if not for her bond to Iorath she sometimes wonders if she might well be wholly disinterested in sex. Overall, Evrgarde is seen as dedicated to her post, but this is not to say that she blindly follows all orders passed from superiors or takes things at face value without considering the context; she is determined to do her best in whatever is asked, but is not afraid to speak up if in disagreement.
History: Born in Bitra to the prostitute Gadrea, Evrgarde was the fifth child to be birthed by her mother and the only one to have survived infancy. She spent her toddler years sitting in a haphazardly constructed crib in Gadrea's closet, listening to the seemingly unending parade of men come in to exchange dirty banter and uninhibited moans. When she turned 4, Evrgarde was ushered outside into the back alley where she entertained herself however possible. During days where she wasn't able to leave before Gadrea's first customer, Evrgarde was instructed to sit silently and motionlessly in a dark corner of Gadrea's small room. Though the corner was shrouded by a few layers of dirty silks so that she was completely hidden, Evrgarde was able to watch Gadrea do her business and quickly understood what exactly was going on.
Evrgarde did not hate the brothel per se, but something about it did not sit well with her so she took every opportunity to wander the muddy streets of Bitra. By the time Evrgarde turned 8 her mother had become a bit of a high class prostitute and was often specifically requested by customers. The brothel owner capitalized on her mother's popularity by assigning her a slightly more lavish room while charging twice as much for time spent with her. Around the same time Gadrea began to notice that Evrgarde was growing up to be quite beautiful if lanky and childish in appearance. During a visit by one of her regular customers, Gadrea suggested that they try something new and called Evrgarde out of hiding. Enticed by the young girl's seeming innocence, the man handed over whatever money remained in his pocket and that night forcibly took Evrgarde's virginity.
Quickly realizing that she made much more through these under-the-table deals than what the brothel owner paid her, Gadrea dressed Evrgarde up in the finest clothes she could afford and rented her to whoever would take the bait. Having never outright disobeyed her mother, Evrgarde was unsure of what to do and unwillingly complied to what amounted to being raped nearly every day. After two months though, she had had enough. While Gadrea was preoccupied with yet another customer, Evrgarde pulled on the plainest looking clothes she had and climbed out their narrow window. She ran away under the cover of night, eventually finding a way out of Bitra by stowing herself in a departing caravan.
When the caravan stopped at its next destination, Evrgarde found herself in a coastal Hold where a ship was getting ready to leave port. Knowing nothing about the ship other than that it was headed towards the Southern continent, Evrgarde snuck on by hiding in a cargo pile waiting to be lifted into the ship's cargo hold. The ship took Evrgarde to Southern Hold where she found work as a Drudge. It was hard and ofttimes tiring work, but with only life in Bitra as comparison, Evrgarde considered it a blessing. Nonetheless, she wanted to rise above her lowly existence. Of course, what that meant exactly was fuzzy at best, but she knew for certain she was not going to be a Drudge for the rest of her life. Adapting what could only be described as an obsessive-compulsive work ethic, she took every job to heart no matter how menial or belittling, and made sure to do it better and faster than anyone else to the point where other Drudges hated working with her on anything.
Her dedication paid off however, as two years after leaving Bitra, she was accepted as an Apprentice Weaver at just several sevendays shy of 11 turns. She studied and worked hard as an Apprentice and as when she was a Drudge, had a voracious appetite for finding new tasks whenever she was done with her assigned duties. Over time though, she realized that while the other Apprentices were friendly with each other, she hadn't even made so much as a cordial acquaintance. She began to suspect that they were despising her for her determination to get ahead much the other Drudges used to, and the realization angered her. After all she was only doing what was required! Why should she be outcasted if she has done nothing wrong?
In retaliation, she pushed herself even harder, even at the warning of her Master to be careful lest she injure herself. Well, she did. One moment she was working the loom when something nearby cracked and ext thing she knew it was days later and she was lying in an infirmary with her head, arms and most of her torso done up in bandages. What exactly happened is still somewhat of a mystery to her but her Master informed her that in her haste she had apparently jammed the loom to the point that it combusted on itself. She paid the price for her carelessness with numerous broken bones and massive hemorrhaging but fortunately, made a full recovery and returned to her Apprenticeship within 2 months.
After that incident, she massively curbed her enthusiasm and slowly warmed up to two or three fellow Apprentices. She was still quite serious though and still didn't laughed or smiled, but she no longer felt like the black sheep of the Hall.
Shortly after Evrgarde turned 16, a Dragonrider from Selenitas Weyr arrived at Southern Hold and Searched her. Seeing this as an opportunity to climb the social ladder, she decided to become a Candidate and returned with the Rider to the Weyr where she completed her Lessons and Chores with near perfection and Impressed with the blue Iorath the second time she Stood. After becoming a weyrling, Evrgarde continued to learn the ropes as she had done as a Candidate. Everything was performed with mostly efficient precision with the odd mistakes here and there. She also deeply bonded with Iorath, finding her dragon to be the first thing she's ever felt any real emotion for. Even though Iorath was playful, it was never in a way that deterred from Evrgarde's tasks and it definitely grew on her. By the time Evrgarde earned her wings as a full Rider, she had already begun to show substantial improvement in her sociability.
At around the same time, the Weyr seemed to fall into what felt like spiraling chaos starting with Shmee's Impression of Aslath. Evrgarde did not particularly love the Selenitas women and their brand of politics, but as a young woman of discipline, she thought Shmee childish and hardly befitting a leadership role. Regardless, Aslath must have differed from the popular opinion across the Weyr and so Evrgarde went with the flow. Besides, nothing could be done anyway and so she kept her thoughts to herself.
Strangely, both Seresta's suicide and Sera's death two turns later did not faze Evrgarde one bit. Perhaps it was because Shmee had proved herself to be well-adjusted to her position and keeping conflicts contained, even if using somewhat questionable means of doing so. Regardless, events took a drastic turn for the worst soon after, and between defending from Benden and the sudden increase in duties in the Weyr, Evrgarde found little time to reflect on matters.
Shmee's poisoning death, however, was a shock to Evrgarde but the real shock came with Benden's attack the following year. During the chaos that befell the Weyr, Evrgarde sustained a head injury. Not realizing the the seriousness of it, she tried to keep up with her Wing in holding off the Benden riders. Iorath, on the other hand, knew something was wrong and pleaded for Evrgarde to stop but to no avail. By the time Evrgarde and Iorath rotated out, she was on the verge of collapsing and barely made it to a makeshift infirmary before crumpling to the ground.
Iorath was miserable for the subsequent three weeks as Evrgarde remained unconscious and on the precipice of death. His hide slowly but surely became a ghastly grey and he refused to eat. Even after Evrgarde finally regained consciousness, Iorath still looked sickly as His was for the most confined to bed with sharp migraines and complaints of dizziness. While the Weyr slowly rebuilt itself after Benden and Fort's attacks, Evrgarde remained under the watchful eyes of healers. Reminded of her accident as an Apprentice Weaver, Evrgarde felt a renewed wave of humility wash over her and she took the time to think about herself. Afterall, what else was there for her to do while stuck in bed?
When Evrgarde finally had the strength and the Healers' approval to leave the infirmary on her own, she immediately visited Iorath in his weyr. They could speak to each other even without physical contact, sure, but she knew it would deeply comfort Iorath to finally see her again. His hide was still dull in color, but its luster began to return in earnest after seeing His up and about. Neither were in any shape to return to full duties, but Evrgarde insisted that she be allowed to ease herself back into her regular schedule.
She quickly found out about all that had happened during her illness, not least of all the Epidemic that still haunted the Weyr. On account of the deaths from the attacks and now from the illness, the Weyr seemed substantially quieter than she last recalled. Evrgarde found this somewhat unnerving and Iorath picked up on her unease, but they both resolved to make do and simply be mindful of their health.
Dragon:
Name: Iorath (ee - 'or - ith)
Color: Blue (708497)
Age: 10 (b. 3004)
Physical Appearance: Iorath is rather average sized for a blue, with a length of 27 feet and proportioned limbs. His wings, though, stand out in comparison to the rest of his body as they are quite large with a span rivaling those of some medium-sized browns. This gives him the benefit of being faster than most other blues while in the air, but the disadvantage of being slightly off balanced while on the ground. His hide is greyish-blue with an uneven mosaic of darker and lighter speckles scattered over his body. These marks are usually not noticeable in any sort of lighting except upon close inspection, with the exception of a light-colored diamond-shaped marking on his forehead. This marking and his over-sized wings are his main distinguishing features.
Personality: Like Evrgarde, Iorath takes his responsibilities seriously and is not one to be caught shirking any duties. Unlike His, he enjoys having fun and playing around during any down times. While not preoccupied with any pressing matters, Iorath is quick to joke around, tease Evrgarde, or make sarcastic remarks about things happening around him/them. In fact, it's very likely that Iorath is the most influential factor in getting Evrgarde to relax (even if just by a margin). There's still a long way to go, of course, before His could become as sociable as a typical human, but Iorath has hope for her yet.
Pets
Name: Lange
Color: Green (056100)
Species: Firelizard
Age: Hatchling (b. October 3013)
Based off of: The Mad Hatter
Looks to: Evrgarde
Physical Appearance: Quite the quirky little firelizard, this one! For a green she’s on the long side (emphasis on long, not large), with extraordinarily odd limbs. Her wings are much too long for her body and could easily wrap around her several times if she were able to totally bend that way and she’s not likely to be averse to trying with the proper incentive. Her legs, too, are on the long side for a firelizard, which means that when she ‘stands’ she’ll look ridiculously tall and awkward. Not that she minds much. Comically, this ‘long’ appearance also applies to her tail which is ridiculously long for her body and looks positively silly when she waves it around. Overall, her body itself is very slender; it looks as though someone took the body weight she should have possessed for her limbs and stretched it out like a ribbon. She has an unusually large headknob that can draw second and third stares as well, since it’s just so weird for a firelizard and can make her head look on the large side. She looks topheavy, as if she’d fall over onto her face if she wasn’t extremely careful. She has no ridges to speak of and her claws are on the very small side for a firelizard, though her eyes are large and her entire facial structure is comically clownish – nothing quite fits right, but isn’t odd enough to be ugly either.
Her coloring is very weird to look at, though it compliments her body. She’s several different shades of green all melding together at once. For instance, her face is a dark green that spreads over her ‘hands’ and ‘feet’ as well as her belly, and the underside of her tail. The top of her head and her headknob are a green so dark as to look black and the color spreads around the crown of her head so that it looks almost as though she’s wearing a big, gaudy hat. Similarly, dark shades of green (although lighter than the ‘hat’) wrap over her shoulders and down her back, splitting over her legs; the resemblance to a coat is very strong. This color combination in and of itself wouldn’t be so odd, but what sets it apart is that… her ‘clothes’ are polka dotted. The ‘hat’ has almost-white spots all over it, each one of varying sizes and spread out enough to look downright weird. Her ‘coat’ on the other hand has thousands of very small, almost perfectly symmetrical spots that covers down her back and makes her look like a green salamandyr more than a firelizard. Goofy, who, this one? Well, maybe.
Personality: Dramatic, exaggerated and eccentric: this firelizard is one of a kind, not to be underestimated and also not to be predicted. She is, simply put, odd. Nothing about her is even slightly easy to understand. For instance, when she chirps, she has an equal likelihood to be quiet or loud and is often inexplicably noisy. She also likes to chirp and chatter for no reason at all, seemingly endlessly – it’s rare for this firelizard to ever be quiet. Hers will have to get used to her being noisy all the time, with varying pitches, and good luck trying to convince her to be less loud – ever. She doesn’t understand the meaning of being “quiet” or the word “hush.” There’s simply no reasoning with her – when she wants to be loud (which is randomly decided on a whim), she’ll be loud. And she’ll thank you for understanding that she wants to be loud – or, rather, she won’t acknowledge Hers for complaining at all. What? She’s not being loud, she’s being normal, obviously Hers needs to learn to judge sound level better. Or maybe she’s not being normal at all but is that such a bad thing? Look, dancing bugs, those are far more important than this conversation. Must chase!
Energetic, this is one firelizard who is never likely to fade into the background. Some might call her nosy. She’s fearless (or maybe not too bright – it really depends on your perspective) and tends to bolt up toward anything that interests her, flying in rapid circles and up, down and all around. Head-on collisions are not just common, they’re an everyday occurrence and she didn’t even seem to notice when she flies into things… or people. She becomes very excited easily, squawking and shrieking her interest, and she’ll frequently make aerial displays to show off. One of her favorite things to do is celebrate as well and any time there’s a party of any kind going on, that’s where she’ll be – up in everyone’s business, chirruping away. And everything associated with parties thrills her – bright colors (she steals ribbons), music (she can’t sing but Faranth help those who hear her try, which she does regularly) and food. Human food is delicious. Especially tea. She can never get enough tea and unfortunately has a habit of spilling it everywhere as she tries to get into it on sight.
Interestingly though, it won’t be unusual to see this green wearing odd things on her head like a hat. She’s very fond of stealing ribbons and somehow twisting them into head ornaments attached to her head knobs, with the style changing as her ribbons get damaged or dirty. Sometimes she’ll wear the same ribbon ‘hat’ for ages, sometimes switch multiple times a day – but it’s one of her favorite things to do, acquire hats. Hers will have to get used to her antics… and maybe buy her a doll hat some day. She’d like that.
Name: Ryder
Color: White with black and brown patches
Species: Canine
Age: Pup (b. ? 3013)
Looks to: Evrgarde; received as gift
Packaging: A blue ribbon is tied around his neck, a light, sky blue which contrasts his coat nicely. It is silken and holds a nice sheen to it, obviously a good material, and not from Selenitas. Gift Description: Canine Pup
Appearance: This pup will be on the smaller side, around the size of a Terran beagle. Still, he was the runt of his litter, and for now is small enough to hold in two hands, seeming small in them. He will weigh about 18 pounds full grown, not horribly small but small enough to be easily transported anywhere his person goes.
This pup is white with black and brown patches, kind of like a tri colored dog. There are patches over each of his eyes, and on his back, legs and on the end of his tail. His chest and belly are white, the tips of his ears are one black and one brown. His paws appear a little over large when he's young and only slightly large for him as an adult. He is absolutely adorable, with one brown eye and one blue, and an all black nose. His tail is always wagging, and seem a touch bushier than the rest of his medium length fur, it isn't short fur but rather a little longer, though not by much.
Personality: This pup is loyal as can be to his person. Smarter than the average dog, he will learn quick and is dying to please his owner. He will pick up on commands very fast and be easy to train to do whatever a canine can be taught to do. Literally fearless, he is bright and inquisitive, and a great little guard dog. His will always know when someone is at the door to his weyr. He is very protective of his, and doesn't let strangers approach unless his is very aware they are there.
Not yappy like some canines, he will only bark when someone is near to the door of his owner's weyr, or if someone strange approaches him or his owner. His bark isn't high pitched or annoying, but rather cute and endearing. He thinks he's a big dog, and is certainly as brave and tough as one. He isn't afraid of dragons or anything at all, and is very friendly so long as his is friendly, happy so long as his is happy. He seems very perceptive on his person's moods. He likes felines but seems to be put off by Salamandyrs. He's not that fond of them, for some strange reason, and at first he won't even like flitts but will learn to tolerate them. Salamandyrs he will never really like, and as a jealous little thing, he will vie for his owner's attention, sucking up when he doesn't get it. He will try everything to be number one in his master's life. This includes snuggling under the covers at night, following at his master's heels, jumping up on him and generally being adorable and attention seeking.
This pup will have separation anxiety issues. If left alone or behind, he will howl and cry until his person comes back. He will fight being left alone and unless someone watches him will cause quite a ruckus, demanding to be brought along. The odd thing is he never does this during Threadfall. Instead he will hide under the bed or anything in his master's weyr and cringe, as though he knows of the impending doom overhead. He seems in tuned to what's going on an most people would swear he knows when he's being talked about and what is being said of him. He seems to like people who don't like dogs, too, and doesn't like not being liked by anyone, though his master is obviously the one he cares about most! Overall, he's smart, has a few issues--like chasing his tail!--and will make a great lifelong friend if Evrgarde can see past his few faults!
Name: Tea Leaf
Color: Green (CCFF66)
Species: Salamandyr
Age: Hatchling (b. May 3014)
Looks to: Evrgarde
Looking down upon the hate and sin
Is there no way out, a way out of this maze
Why can't we put away our bloody violent ways
Appearance: Very thin and streamlined, though this green is actually a touch smaller than most other greens of her species, she manages to look longer simply because of her ribbonlike build. Her legs, too, are long for her body, and she is capable of reaching great speeds when she has a mind to. Thin but long, her wings won't support a glide well, though they'll definitely aid with balance when she jumps - as will her tail, which is surprisingly strong. It isn't unusual to see her dangling from something by her tail while she 'whispers' comments to Hers. One of her most noticeable features, however, is her complete lack of a frill. Instead, the normal spines that support the material of a frill are stunted and hardened into what resembles spikes on either side of her head. Additionally, a ring of blunt nubs encircles her neck a short ways down.
The color of spring green grass, her hide sports so many subtle markings she looks to be constantly in motion even when she's sitting still. Though she certainly isn't metallic - if nothing else, her size should make that clear enough - this little one definitely shines and glitters. Swirls of pale yellow, starbursts of white-gold, and deep forest green spots congregate along her spine and seem to trickle down her flanks, as if someone threw confetti on her from above. The film of her wings are pale yellow and are translucent enough to cast a glow when unfurled.
Personality: Think about all you know of salamandyrs, and green salamandyrs in particular...then throw it out the window. She isn't rude, obnoxious, loud, insulting, mischievous or aggressive. There are no ridiculous personality quirks. In fact, this green is what most would call good company. Softspoken, though she doesn't mindspeak privately, her broadcasts are the equivalent of a whisper. And, while she prefers to converse with Hers and her chosen mate, she'll always respond politely when spoken to. Not only does she respond, but she speaks with very few grammatical errors whatsoever; her ability to communicate is frankly astounding.
What's more, she's got a sense of humor, of a gentle, teasing sort. Completely pacifist, she will attempt to calm down any situation that has gotten out of control with soft reason, and is often depressed afterwards if this doesn't prove successful. Sadly, though, this green is often the cause of much strife. Does anyone believe in love at first sight? If you don't, you should. For the moment that the Another Violent End Green laid eyes on the Serve Man Green, she knew who she would devote her life to. Firelizard or not. On the rare occasion that she runs, which is quite infrequent, any salamandyr expecting her love will be disappointed...she only has room in her heart for Hers and one other.
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Human:
Name: Evrgarde
Age: 27 (b. winter 2986)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual with slight lean towards females
Craft: Sr. Apprentice Weaver
Rank: Bluerider
Physical Appearance: Evrgarde has medium blue eyes and sports dirty-blonde tresses that are kept just long enough to tie back into a runt of a bun. Her hands have become calloused through years of physical labor and her skin tanned from long stretches of time spent outdoors during the day, but she does her best to keep herself well groomed. Standing at 5'5" with surprisingly child-like features, one would normally not consider Evrgarde a threat upon first meeting her and indeed, she is hardly anyone to be contended with but she is well toned and has relatively high edurance when presented with physically demanding tasks. Although androgynous in dress and manners by choice, she has been told that she would look quite lovely if she would just do something about her clothes and hair.
However, beneath her leathers and rugged clothes lay a collection of old scars ranging from the injuries received during the Siege of Selenitas and during her Weaver Hall accident, all the way back to some of the men Gadrea had rented her to. In particular, she has a long mark down the right side of her torso where the splintered support beam of a loom had sliced open a gash, permanent bruising to her thighs from rough handling, and most recently, a new scar on her scalp where she was hit during the siege. Hair no longer grew from where the scar had taken over, but it remained covered and is nearly unnoticeable unless one were looking for it.
Personality: In short, Evrgarde takes life seriously. Very. Seriously. Yes, she has eased up considerably since arriving at the Weyr and has learned how to work with sarcasm and maybe even smile here and there, but so far no one has ever heard her so much as chuckle or, Faranth Forbid, actually laugh. Even the sex that occurs after Flights is systematically regarded as "just the way things are" regardless of how intense the physical desire may be. With the exception of Iorath, she has little emotional attachment to anything or anyone, and thus has no real preference towards men or women--In fact, if not for her bond to Iorath she sometimes wonders if she might well be wholly disinterested in sex. Overall, Evrgarde is seen as dedicated to her post, but this is not to say that she blindly follows all orders passed from superiors or takes things at face value without considering the context; she is determined to do her best in whatever is asked, but is not afraid to speak up if in disagreement.
History: Born in Bitra to the prostitute Gadrea, Evrgarde was the fifth child to be birthed by her mother and the only one to have survived infancy. She spent her toddler years sitting in a haphazardly constructed crib in Gadrea's closet, listening to the seemingly unending parade of men come in to exchange dirty banter and uninhibited moans. When she turned 4, Evrgarde was ushered outside into the back alley where she entertained herself however possible. During days where she wasn't able to leave before Gadrea's first customer, Evrgarde was instructed to sit silently and motionlessly in a dark corner of Gadrea's small room. Though the corner was shrouded by a few layers of dirty silks so that she was completely hidden, Evrgarde was able to watch Gadrea do her business and quickly understood what exactly was going on.
Evrgarde did not hate the brothel per se, but something about it did not sit well with her so she took every opportunity to wander the muddy streets of Bitra. By the time Evrgarde turned 8 her mother had become a bit of a high class prostitute and was often specifically requested by customers. The brothel owner capitalized on her mother's popularity by assigning her a slightly more lavish room while charging twice as much for time spent with her. Around the same time Gadrea began to notice that Evrgarde was growing up to be quite beautiful if lanky and childish in appearance. During a visit by one of her regular customers, Gadrea suggested that they try something new and called Evrgarde out of hiding. Enticed by the young girl's seeming innocence, the man handed over whatever money remained in his pocket and that night forcibly took Evrgarde's virginity.
Quickly realizing that she made much more through these under-the-table deals than what the brothel owner paid her, Gadrea dressed Evrgarde up in the finest clothes she could afford and rented her to whoever would take the bait. Having never outright disobeyed her mother, Evrgarde was unsure of what to do and unwillingly complied to what amounted to being raped nearly every day. After two months though, she had had enough. While Gadrea was preoccupied with yet another customer, Evrgarde pulled on the plainest looking clothes she had and climbed out their narrow window. She ran away under the cover of night, eventually finding a way out of Bitra by stowing herself in a departing caravan.
When the caravan stopped at its next destination, Evrgarde found herself in a coastal Hold where a ship was getting ready to leave port. Knowing nothing about the ship other than that it was headed towards the Southern continent, Evrgarde snuck on by hiding in a cargo pile waiting to be lifted into the ship's cargo hold. The ship took Evrgarde to Southern Hold where she found work as a Drudge. It was hard and ofttimes tiring work, but with only life in Bitra as comparison, Evrgarde considered it a blessing. Nonetheless, she wanted to rise above her lowly existence. Of course, what that meant exactly was fuzzy at best, but she knew for certain she was not going to be a Drudge for the rest of her life. Adapting what could only be described as an obsessive-compulsive work ethic, she took every job to heart no matter how menial or belittling, and made sure to do it better and faster than anyone else to the point where other Drudges hated working with her on anything.
Her dedication paid off however, as two years after leaving Bitra, she was accepted as an Apprentice Weaver at just several sevendays shy of 11 turns. She studied and worked hard as an Apprentice and as when she was a Drudge, had a voracious appetite for finding new tasks whenever she was done with her assigned duties. Over time though, she realized that while the other Apprentices were friendly with each other, she hadn't even made so much as a cordial acquaintance. She began to suspect that they were despising her for her determination to get ahead much the other Drudges used to, and the realization angered her. After all she was only doing what was required! Why should she be outcasted if she has done nothing wrong?
In retaliation, she pushed herself even harder, even at the warning of her Master to be careful lest she injure herself. Well, she did. One moment she was working the loom when something nearby cracked and ext thing she knew it was days later and she was lying in an infirmary with her head, arms and most of her torso done up in bandages. What exactly happened is still somewhat of a mystery to her but her Master informed her that in her haste she had apparently jammed the loom to the point that it combusted on itself. She paid the price for her carelessness with numerous broken bones and massive hemorrhaging but fortunately, made a full recovery and returned to her Apprenticeship within 2 months.
After that incident, she massively curbed her enthusiasm and slowly warmed up to two or three fellow Apprentices. She was still quite serious though and still didn't laughed or smiled, but she no longer felt like the black sheep of the Hall.
Shortly after Evrgarde turned 16, a Dragonrider from Selenitas Weyr arrived at Southern Hold and Searched her. Seeing this as an opportunity to climb the social ladder, she decided to become a Candidate and returned with the Rider to the Weyr where she completed her Lessons and Chores with near perfection and Impressed with the blue Iorath the second time she Stood. After becoming a weyrling, Evrgarde continued to learn the ropes as she had done as a Candidate. Everything was performed with mostly efficient precision with the odd mistakes here and there. She also deeply bonded with Iorath, finding her dragon to be the first thing she's ever felt any real emotion for. Even though Iorath was playful, it was never in a way that deterred from Evrgarde's tasks and it definitely grew on her. By the time Evrgarde earned her wings as a full Rider, she had already begun to show substantial improvement in her sociability.
At around the same time, the Weyr seemed to fall into what felt like spiraling chaos starting with Shmee's Impression of Aslath. Evrgarde did not particularly love the Selenitas women and their brand of politics, but as a young woman of discipline, she thought Shmee childish and hardly befitting a leadership role. Regardless, Aslath must have differed from the popular opinion across the Weyr and so Evrgarde went with the flow. Besides, nothing could be done anyway and so she kept her thoughts to herself.
Strangely, both Seresta's suicide and Sera's death two turns later did not faze Evrgarde one bit. Perhaps it was because Shmee had proved herself to be well-adjusted to her position and keeping conflicts contained, even if using somewhat questionable means of doing so. Regardless, events took a drastic turn for the worst soon after, and between defending from Benden and the sudden increase in duties in the Weyr, Evrgarde found little time to reflect on matters.
Shmee's poisoning death, however, was a shock to Evrgarde but the real shock came with Benden's attack the following year. During the chaos that befell the Weyr, Evrgarde sustained a head injury. Not realizing the the seriousness of it, she tried to keep up with her Wing in holding off the Benden riders. Iorath, on the other hand, knew something was wrong and pleaded for Evrgarde to stop but to no avail. By the time Evrgarde and Iorath rotated out, she was on the verge of collapsing and barely made it to a makeshift infirmary before crumpling to the ground.
Iorath was miserable for the subsequent three weeks as Evrgarde remained unconscious and on the precipice of death. His hide slowly but surely became a ghastly grey and he refused to eat. Even after Evrgarde finally regained consciousness, Iorath still looked sickly as His was for the most confined to bed with sharp migraines and complaints of dizziness. While the Weyr slowly rebuilt itself after Benden and Fort's attacks, Evrgarde remained under the watchful eyes of healers. Reminded of her accident as an Apprentice Weaver, Evrgarde felt a renewed wave of humility wash over her and she took the time to think about herself. Afterall, what else was there for her to do while stuck in bed?
When Evrgarde finally had the strength and the Healers' approval to leave the infirmary on her own, she immediately visited Iorath in his weyr. They could speak to each other even without physical contact, sure, but she knew it would deeply comfort Iorath to finally see her again. His hide was still dull in color, but its luster began to return in earnest after seeing His up and about. Neither were in any shape to return to full duties, but Evrgarde insisted that she be allowed to ease herself back into her regular schedule.
She quickly found out about all that had happened during her illness, not least of all the Epidemic that still haunted the Weyr. On account of the deaths from the attacks and now from the illness, the Weyr seemed substantially quieter than she last recalled. Evrgarde found this somewhat unnerving and Iorath picked up on her unease, but they both resolved to make do and simply be mindful of their health.
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Dragon:
Name: Iorath (ee - 'or - ith)
Color: Blue (708497)
Age: 10 (b. 3004)
Physical Appearance: Iorath is rather average sized for a blue, with a length of 27 feet and proportioned limbs. His wings, though, stand out in comparison to the rest of his body as they are quite large with a span rivaling those of some medium-sized browns. This gives him the benefit of being faster than most other blues while in the air, but the disadvantage of being slightly off balanced while on the ground. His hide is greyish-blue with an uneven mosaic of darker and lighter speckles scattered over his body. These marks are usually not noticeable in any sort of lighting except upon close inspection, with the exception of a light-colored diamond-shaped marking on his forehead. This marking and his over-sized wings are his main distinguishing features.
Personality: Like Evrgarde, Iorath takes his responsibilities seriously and is not one to be caught shirking any duties. Unlike His, he enjoys having fun and playing around during any down times. While not preoccupied with any pressing matters, Iorath is quick to joke around, tease Evrgarde, or make sarcastic remarks about things happening around him/them. In fact, it's very likely that Iorath is the most influential factor in getting Evrgarde to relax (even if just by a margin). There's still a long way to go, of course, before His could become as sociable as a typical human, but Iorath has hope for her yet.
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Pets
Name: Lange
Color: Green (056100)
Species: Firelizard
Age: Hatchling (b. October 3013)
Based off of: The Mad Hatter
Looks to: Evrgarde
Physical Appearance: Quite the quirky little firelizard, this one! For a green she’s on the long side (emphasis on long, not large), with extraordinarily odd limbs. Her wings are much too long for her body and could easily wrap around her several times if she were able to totally bend that way and she’s not likely to be averse to trying with the proper incentive. Her legs, too, are on the long side for a firelizard, which means that when she ‘stands’ she’ll look ridiculously tall and awkward. Not that she minds much. Comically, this ‘long’ appearance also applies to her tail which is ridiculously long for her body and looks positively silly when she waves it around. Overall, her body itself is very slender; it looks as though someone took the body weight she should have possessed for her limbs and stretched it out like a ribbon. She has an unusually large headknob that can draw second and third stares as well, since it’s just so weird for a firelizard and can make her head look on the large side. She looks topheavy, as if she’d fall over onto her face if she wasn’t extremely careful. She has no ridges to speak of and her claws are on the very small side for a firelizard, though her eyes are large and her entire facial structure is comically clownish – nothing quite fits right, but isn’t odd enough to be ugly either.
Her coloring is very weird to look at, though it compliments her body. She’s several different shades of green all melding together at once. For instance, her face is a dark green that spreads over her ‘hands’ and ‘feet’ as well as her belly, and the underside of her tail. The top of her head and her headknob are a green so dark as to look black and the color spreads around the crown of her head so that it looks almost as though she’s wearing a big, gaudy hat. Similarly, dark shades of green (although lighter than the ‘hat’) wrap over her shoulders and down her back, splitting over her legs; the resemblance to a coat is very strong. This color combination in and of itself wouldn’t be so odd, but what sets it apart is that… her ‘clothes’ are polka dotted. The ‘hat’ has almost-white spots all over it, each one of varying sizes and spread out enough to look downright weird. Her ‘coat’ on the other hand has thousands of very small, almost perfectly symmetrical spots that covers down her back and makes her look like a green salamandyr more than a firelizard. Goofy, who, this one? Well, maybe.
Personality: Dramatic, exaggerated and eccentric: this firelizard is one of a kind, not to be underestimated and also not to be predicted. She is, simply put, odd. Nothing about her is even slightly easy to understand. For instance, when she chirps, she has an equal likelihood to be quiet or loud and is often inexplicably noisy. She also likes to chirp and chatter for no reason at all, seemingly endlessly – it’s rare for this firelizard to ever be quiet. Hers will have to get used to her being noisy all the time, with varying pitches, and good luck trying to convince her to be less loud – ever. She doesn’t understand the meaning of being “quiet” or the word “hush.” There’s simply no reasoning with her – when she wants to be loud (which is randomly decided on a whim), she’ll be loud. And she’ll thank you for understanding that she wants to be loud – or, rather, she won’t acknowledge Hers for complaining at all. What? She’s not being loud, she’s being normal, obviously Hers needs to learn to judge sound level better. Or maybe she’s not being normal at all but is that such a bad thing? Look, dancing bugs, those are far more important than this conversation. Must chase!
Energetic, this is one firelizard who is never likely to fade into the background. Some might call her nosy. She’s fearless (or maybe not too bright – it really depends on your perspective) and tends to bolt up toward anything that interests her, flying in rapid circles and up, down and all around. Head-on collisions are not just common, they’re an everyday occurrence and she didn’t even seem to notice when she flies into things… or people. She becomes very excited easily, squawking and shrieking her interest, and she’ll frequently make aerial displays to show off. One of her favorite things to do is celebrate as well and any time there’s a party of any kind going on, that’s where she’ll be – up in everyone’s business, chirruping away. And everything associated with parties thrills her – bright colors (she steals ribbons), music (she can’t sing but Faranth help those who hear her try, which she does regularly) and food. Human food is delicious. Especially tea. She can never get enough tea and unfortunately has a habit of spilling it everywhere as she tries to get into it on sight.
Interestingly though, it won’t be unusual to see this green wearing odd things on her head like a hat. She’s very fond of stealing ribbons and somehow twisting them into head ornaments attached to her head knobs, with the style changing as her ribbons get damaged or dirty. Sometimes she’ll wear the same ribbon ‘hat’ for ages, sometimes switch multiple times a day – but it’s one of her favorite things to do, acquire hats. Hers will have to get used to her antics… and maybe buy her a doll hat some day. She’d like that.
Name: Ryder
Color: White with black and brown patches
Species: Canine
Age: Pup (b. ? 3013)
Looks to: Evrgarde; received as gift
Packaging: A blue ribbon is tied around his neck, a light, sky blue which contrasts his coat nicely. It is silken and holds a nice sheen to it, obviously a good material, and not from Selenitas. Gift Description: Canine Pup
Appearance: This pup will be on the smaller side, around the size of a Terran beagle. Still, he was the runt of his litter, and for now is small enough to hold in two hands, seeming small in them. He will weigh about 18 pounds full grown, not horribly small but small enough to be easily transported anywhere his person goes.
This pup is white with black and brown patches, kind of like a tri colored dog. There are patches over each of his eyes, and on his back, legs and on the end of his tail. His chest and belly are white, the tips of his ears are one black and one brown. His paws appear a little over large when he's young and only slightly large for him as an adult. He is absolutely adorable, with one brown eye and one blue, and an all black nose. His tail is always wagging, and seem a touch bushier than the rest of his medium length fur, it isn't short fur but rather a little longer, though not by much.
Personality: This pup is loyal as can be to his person. Smarter than the average dog, he will learn quick and is dying to please his owner. He will pick up on commands very fast and be easy to train to do whatever a canine can be taught to do. Literally fearless, he is bright and inquisitive, and a great little guard dog. His will always know when someone is at the door to his weyr. He is very protective of his, and doesn't let strangers approach unless his is very aware they are there.
Not yappy like some canines, he will only bark when someone is near to the door of his owner's weyr, or if someone strange approaches him or his owner. His bark isn't high pitched or annoying, but rather cute and endearing. He thinks he's a big dog, and is certainly as brave and tough as one. He isn't afraid of dragons or anything at all, and is very friendly so long as his is friendly, happy so long as his is happy. He seems very perceptive on his person's moods. He likes felines but seems to be put off by Salamandyrs. He's not that fond of them, for some strange reason, and at first he won't even like flitts but will learn to tolerate them. Salamandyrs he will never really like, and as a jealous little thing, he will vie for his owner's attention, sucking up when he doesn't get it. He will try everything to be number one in his master's life. This includes snuggling under the covers at night, following at his master's heels, jumping up on him and generally being adorable and attention seeking.
This pup will have separation anxiety issues. If left alone or behind, he will howl and cry until his person comes back. He will fight being left alone and unless someone watches him will cause quite a ruckus, demanding to be brought along. The odd thing is he never does this during Threadfall. Instead he will hide under the bed or anything in his master's weyr and cringe, as though he knows of the impending doom overhead. He seems in tuned to what's going on an most people would swear he knows when he's being talked about and what is being said of him. He seems to like people who don't like dogs, too, and doesn't like not being liked by anyone, though his master is obviously the one he cares about most! Overall, he's smart, has a few issues--like chasing his tail!--and will make a great lifelong friend if Evrgarde can see past his few faults!
Name: Tea Leaf
Color: Green (CCFF66)
Species: Salamandyr
Age: Hatchling (b. May 3014)
Looks to: Evrgarde
Looking down upon the hate and sin
Is there no way out, a way out of this maze
Why can't we put away our bloody violent ways
Appearance: Very thin and streamlined, though this green is actually a touch smaller than most other greens of her species, she manages to look longer simply because of her ribbonlike build. Her legs, too, are long for her body, and she is capable of reaching great speeds when she has a mind to. Thin but long, her wings won't support a glide well, though they'll definitely aid with balance when she jumps - as will her tail, which is surprisingly strong. It isn't unusual to see her dangling from something by her tail while she 'whispers' comments to Hers. One of her most noticeable features, however, is her complete lack of a frill. Instead, the normal spines that support the material of a frill are stunted and hardened into what resembles spikes on either side of her head. Additionally, a ring of blunt nubs encircles her neck a short ways down.
The color of spring green grass, her hide sports so many subtle markings she looks to be constantly in motion even when she's sitting still. Though she certainly isn't metallic - if nothing else, her size should make that clear enough - this little one definitely shines and glitters. Swirls of pale yellow, starbursts of white-gold, and deep forest green spots congregate along her spine and seem to trickle down her flanks, as if someone threw confetti on her from above. The film of her wings are pale yellow and are translucent enough to cast a glow when unfurled.
Personality: Think about all you know of salamandyrs, and green salamandyrs in particular...then throw it out the window. She isn't rude, obnoxious, loud, insulting, mischievous or aggressive. There are no ridiculous personality quirks. In fact, this green is what most would call good company. Softspoken, though she doesn't mindspeak privately, her broadcasts are the equivalent of a whisper. And, while she prefers to converse with Hers and her chosen mate, she'll always respond politely when spoken to. Not only does she respond, but she speaks with very few grammatical errors whatsoever; her ability to communicate is frankly astounding.
What's more, she's got a sense of humor, of a gentle, teasing sort. Completely pacifist, she will attempt to calm down any situation that has gotten out of control with soft reason, and is often depressed afterwards if this doesn't prove successful. Sadly, though, this green is often the cause of much strife. Does anyone believe in love at first sight? If you don't, you should. For the moment that the Another Violent End Green laid eyes on the Serve Man Green, she knew who she would devote her life to. Firelizard or not. On the rare occasion that she runs, which is quite infrequent, any salamandyr expecting her love will be disappointed...she only has room in her heart for Hers and one other.
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