Post by nightingale on Jan 2, 2010 1:28:48 GMT -5
Went *poof* In Disappearance plot
Name: Saeo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider | Apprentice Healer
Physical Appearance: This young woman isn't particularly striking as far as looks are concerned. Her pale gray eyes are just a little too big for her face, and when accented by her thin blonde eyebrows they are capable of conveying an endless variety of facial expressions. Her hair tends to shift between dark blonde and mousey brown depending on the season, and while she prefers to keep it cropped just above her shoulders it is not uncommon for it to grow significantly longer. The remainder of her facial features are soft and uninteresting, dusted liberally with dark freckles that tend to gather over the bridge of her nose when she's upset. Standing just under 5'2 and weighing a mere 107 lbs when fed and fully clothed, Saeo is about as intimidating as a wet kitten. She tends to favour light blue and white when dressing, and makes it a point to choose clothing that plays up what few curves her boyish figure provides her with.
An interesting collection of scars decorate this young woman's body, speaking volumes about her life at Selenitas. A web of thin, silvery lines decorates her right shoulder and chest, paired with an almost perfectly symmetrical set of four long lines that stretch across her left cheek -gifts from one of her dragon's clutchsiblings the day she impressed. A short, thick scar of a significantly more prominent nature can be found on her left thigh, were she was once stabbed by a Benden rider during the siege of Selenitas. The skin on her hands is very delicate due to constant hand washing and the handling of tanning solvents, and so Saeo makes it a point to carry around a sweet smelling moisturizer to keep them from cracking in the cold weather. Unless practicality demands otherwise, she can always be found wearing gloves.
She is not particularly fond of jewelry and rarely dons more than one piece at a time. Most of the pieces she does wear have a specific sentimental value to her, like the tattered hemp bracelet into which she wove a scrap of her dragon's eggshell the day she impressed him and the runner charm necklace that once belonged to her best friend, Raylin. She takes special care to ensure that she is always as clean as possible -or at the very least sweet smelling- and unless some traumatic event or nap has distracted her, her eyepaint is always present, tasteful and immaculate. It's even rumored that she can put it on without needing to see her reflection...
Personality: When Saeo first arrived at Selenitas Weyr, she was a bright eyed and enthusiastic young woman, forever leading her friends on wild adventures and poking her nose in where it didn't belong. She earned herself quite a reputation this way, and found herself a comfortable niche as the Weyr's loveable, infuriating and thoroughly erratic blueriding psychopath. Most were convinced that dampening her blazing spirit was a feat that mere mortals could never dream of achieving.
However, after being pummeled by wave after wave of bad fortune, bloodshed and misery, the fire in Saeo's eyes has dimmed noticeably. She has lost many friends and comrades during her time at Selenitas, not the least of whom was her best friend, classmate and former roommate, Raylin. Saeo is still a friendly, sincere and somewhat offbeat young woman, but not nearly as energetic and enthusiastic as she once was. Most of her time is spent on drills, infirmary duty and fantasy novels. The adventures she takes these days are still unpredictable, but smaller in scale and less frequent than they once were.
She is very close to the remaining graduates of her weyrling class, and has been known to get very aggressive on their behalf. It's no secret that Saeo is very protective of those close to her, most especially C'oar and Farryl. On the outside she may seem tougher and more reserved than she once was, but the people who know her best are fully aware that she's the same marshmallow-soft torrent of emotion and hormones that she always was. When she's with her friends there are times when Saeo almost seems to be her old self again, but it's anyone's guess how long it will take for her heart to mend completely.
History:
Born the fifth child and third daughter of the tanner Chorn and his wife Carmine at Selenitas Hold. Saeo was one of only three children of her familial generation who were not born with black hair and blue eyes, making her somewhat of a novelty for much of her young life. She'd get passed around the dinner table often, aunts and cousins commenting on what lovely blue-green eyes she had and guessing at what colour her hair would end up as once it came in fully. As she grew though, her eyes darkened, her pale blonde hair slowly turned a dull, oak brown and her overzealous relatives turned their attention to other matters. 'You're getting too pretty is all.' Her father explained when a young Saeo had asked why one of her more superficial aunts didn't seem to like spending time with her anymore. 'She can't stand to look old an ugly by comparison.' Her family had always been a place of love and support for Saeo, but the bond she shared with her father was by far the strongest.
She took on an tanning apprenticeship when she was ten, training under her father in their family's workshop alongside her two elder brothers, Ranin and Kae. Saeo can't recall ever considering herself 'poor' -she had never gone hungry and when she needed something it had always been provided- but she also couldn't remember a time when there had been a shortage of work to be done. Because she was the junior most apprentice in her father's shop, the jobs she was given were often dull and tedious. Because of this, she learned early on that with just a hint of imagination, scraping hides could in fact be a glorious adventure. She ruined many of them through carelessness this way, and so was eventually given only the jobs that it was almost impossible to botch. A painful cycle of disapproval began this way. Her father scolded her for having her head in the clouds, and as a means of coping, she withdrew even further into her realm of fantasy.
Saeo spotted her first dragon just after she turned thirteen. She didn't realize the event for what it was at that time, but for years afterward the image of that bluerider drifting across the sky shaped her thoughts and ambitions until at last the thought of living her whole life as a tanner became a simply unbearable. She pestered the harpers for books and stories about dragons almost ceaselessly. At the dinner table, she would assail her family with random facts and bits of gossip that she had picked up off of the street, sometimes along with her own unfounded theories. Had they heard that Shmee was the first goldrider in generations that hadn't been part of the Selinitas bloodline? Maybe that's why the Thread had started falling again -because the red star was angry at her. The topic of dragons in her family was often changed rather quickly. In fact, the only member of her family with whom she could speak of such things freely was her younger brother Amone, who was just as enthralled by the concept as she was. The pair grew very close in Saeo's teen years, and they spent all of their free time together playing, imagining and dreaming of all things dragonic.
Not long after Saeo turned sixteen, she and Amone were stopped on their way home by a bluerider. She was well suited to be a dragon rider, he said. Would she consider coming to the Weyr to take up study? Joyous pandemonium followed, and the pair ran the rest of the way home in order to inform their parents of the good news. Their reaction -Chorn's especially- was far from ideal. A dragon rider? She couldn't even manage to stitch a pair of breeches together without hurting herself! What made her think that she was even close to capable of being a rider? She's get smashed into the ground by Thread or thrown off of her mount or assassinated! Hadn't she heard about the weyrling massacre? No, there was absolutely no chance.
It wasn't a good time right now, her mother had said afterward, once Saeo had cried herself out and her father had stormed off to his workshop. Jaden's wedding was coming up. Didn't she want to see her sister get married? Saeo waited. Her sister married a rather stern burdenbeast handler who couldn't pronounce her name properly. Still it wasn't a good time. Weddings were expensive and they needed her help in the workshop right now so they could make ends meet.
A turn went by before she dared mention the Weyr again. After that, long tendays were spent in heated, sometimes violent argument. Slowly though, the bickering slipped into negotiation and then finally to preparation. It seemed that she had won.
The day she left was a somber occasion. There were tight embraces, tears and murmured blessings from every member of her extended family. Saeo offered them her assurance that she would be just fine, and that she'd be sure to make all of them proud and visit often. It was her father's actions on that day which surprised her the most. As Saeo was packing to leave, he came into her room and offered her a beautifully cut leather blouse. It was lovingly embroidered -by her mother she was sure- with their family crest and the image of a gold dragon spiraling upward, wings extended. She accepted it with confusion, overwhelming love for her father tearing at her insides and leaving her on the verge of tears. 'It's not nearly as pretty as you are' he said as she pressed herself tightly against his chest. 'but I think it suits you well.'
Saeo arrived at Selenitas in the summer of that turn, and during her time as a candidate she made friends with quite a few of the other young people who had come hoping to impress a dragon. She also befriended a young wildling who called himself Pepsi, whom she helped capture and bring back to to the Weyr for what she thought to be his own good.(She would later come to regret her involvement in the ordeal, and still holds herself responsible for his death during the siege.) After several months of candidacy, Saeo was permitted to stand for the hatching of gold Aslath's Christmas clutch -a clutch that would later prove to be her last. While the hatching was in progress she was gored by an infant green and also witnessed the exceptionally bloody mauling of one of her fellow candidates. Regardless, she stayed on the sand until the very end -which was fortunate, because the last dragon to hatch just so happened to be her mindmate, the blue dragon Cherilith.
Months of training followed, during which time she developed a strong friendship with greenweyling Raylin and several of her other classmates. She impressed both of her salamandyrs during this time -green Freckle and blue Baby- within a turn of each other, becoming the first person to impress two salamandyrs. She and Cherilith were among many who mourned the passing of gold Aslath and her rider when Shmee was poisoned, and as the poison spread through the Weyr Saeo found herself herself drawn into a healing apprenticeship, desperate to help in any way she could.
Saeo and Cherilith were among the weyrlings captured during the siege of Selenitas, and she killed her first man in the ensuing battle. Shortly after the seige ended, her dragon rose to chase the green dragon whom he would later decide was the love of his life -green Calistoth. Her green salamandyr also ran during this time as part of a double run that defied all known laws of rationality in that neither Freckle nor her rival, Vanity, ended up dead by the end of it. Fort swooped in to try and steal the latest clutch of dragon eggs and Saeo found herself spending more and more time in the infirmary, but somewhere amid the chaos she finally got up the courage to confess to her long time friend and classmate, C'oar, that she had fallen quite desperately in love with him. Fortunately, her affections were returned and an awkward friendship did not follow.
Unfortunately that was where things began to fall apart again. Raylin announced that she was pregnant with bronzerider T'rid's daughter, and while Saeo did not agree with the idea of her friend giving birth while she was still a weyrling she offered as much support as she could. The plague hit soon after the child's birth, and Raylin was among many who fell ill. Saeo did all she could to save her friend, but in the end the sickness proved too much.
Since then, Saeo has be struggling to put herself back together among the political turmoil of life at Selenitas Weyr. She remains close to C'oar and her other friends, and has begun to apply herself much more strongly to her tactical and medical training. Saeo is desperate to improve herself, if only so that she had a fighting chance the next time tragedy strikes.
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Name: Cherilith
Colour Code: 50A6C2
Age: 2 turns
Appearance: A dark powder blue, Cherilith is quite a fine dragon. His hide isn't the most handsome, but it is typical of a blue. The designs across his hide, however, aren't nearly so typical. Dark blue lines, similar to how they looked on his shell, are etched into his body delicately. They are barely visible against the darkness of his hide, but they add a mysterious touch to his coloring. It's almost as if they're there, but not quite there, making people look at him for longer than they might look at an average, markingless blue. His friends sometimes might forget he even has these stripes, until they're caught looking at them one day, wondering how long that he's had them when in actuality, he's had them his whole life.
Mostly, his body is pretty average for a blue. His endurance and speed aren't too different from the typical blue dragon, but his main problem is when he tries to balance himself in their air. The reason for this is because his tail is extremely bony. In fact, if you touch it, you could feel the bones under the hide. However, it isn't much different than touching a skinny person on their ribcage. But this does result in problem when he tries to balance or steer himself, because his tail isn't strong enough to withhold the fast winds, so it can't aid him when he wants to turn. He has to deal with being able to do this without the help of his tail, which probably won't take him long; he has the rest of his fine body at his disposal.
Personality: Cherilith is, in one word, a dreamer. He often distracts himself from anything (including classes and work) with dreaming about fantastical things, like leading a Weyr or single-handedly becoming a hero among dragons. He loves to act the hero for everything because of all his dreaming, so whenever he sees anyone being hurt, he wants to be the first on the scene to help out. He is very sweet-natured, and hates seeing anything hurt. However, the tendency of dreaming get him in trouble quite a bit; he doesn't pay attention when he's in the middle of a daydream, and misses crucial information sometimes and gets very flustered.
He is very good at telling stories to others, which is a redeeming quality of this hobby. Everyone, especially younger dragons, love listening to the stories he tells. To remember his stories, Cherilith has an excellent memory compared to other dragons. He can remember names of everyone, unless he doesn't really like them, in which case he won't remember. But he doesn't need to absolutely love a human to remember their names. This contributes to Cherilith's intelligence; he doesn't need to be told anything twice to remember something. He learns things quickly and easily-- if he can pay attention to it in the first place, of course.
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Name: Freckle
Colour Code: 00ff0c
Age: Mature
Species: Salamandyr
Appearance: This poor female is almost comically disproportionate in build. Her tail and wings are too large for her body by far, which for a salamandyr could be construed as a mark of excessive ugliness; certainly her wings are more reminiscent of a firelizard than her own species. Her body is surprisingly thin, with bizarrely long legs, and she has eyes that are much too large for her head. In short, she's bug-eyed and looks more like a stretched out and then shrunk firelizard than any self-respecting salamandyr. Her frill is even too small, so that when she displays she looks more like a terran cobra than anything intimidating. Even her color is unmerciful, settling for a plain leaf-green that is anything but remarkable, and tiny yellow-green spots cover her entire body so that looking at her is almost blinding, particularly when she's close to Running. The combined aspects of her appearance will likely lead to this female being made fun of, and her utter lack of physical grace won't help her in this regard. Even when she tries to be graceful and predatory, she's liable to fall on her face in a show of clumsiness; unfortunately, agile is not a word that describes her at all, and because of how bright she is, she has no camouflage to speak of. Everyone is likely to notice her... especially when she doesn't want them to.
Personality: Temperamental and prone to tantrums, this little green absolutely hates other females, with the lone exception of her bonded. She finds them infuriating and will literally SCREECH to make a point if anything female comes near her, not to mention she'll bite if things don't go her way. There's a good reason for that: she thinks she's anything but pretty (and given her appearance, there are likely those that agree with her on this). Insecurity leads to her throwing constant tantrums and her bonded will have to constantly reassure her that she isn't ugly. Compared to most salamandyrs, she's one of the most fussy creatures imaginable, and she will almost never leave her bonded's side. If her chosen pet spends any time with anyone other than her, she will fuss and be extraordinarily upset, growing jealous and enraged very quickly, and if anyone so much as hints that she's out of line, she's not above attacking with claw and tooth to make it clear she disagrees. Fiercely possessive, any other salamandyr that so much as comes NEAR her chosen will find themselves on the receiving end of a verbal beating of epic proportions. She made her choice and she'll share with no one! If she is forced to, let it be known that she will hate the competition -- be it dragon, firelizard, or her bonded's significant other. She alone should be first, and she'll settle for nothing less.
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Name: Baby
Colour Code: 0b2c5a
Age: Mature
Species: Salamandyr
Appearance: Easily the largest blue of the clutch and - at full growth - one of the largest blue salamandyrs to ever hatch, this little fellow is unforgettable. He has a positively massive frill that he displays almost constantly. Fortunately for him, his wings are big enough to balance out the weight of that frill and keep him from falling down on his face continually; it will not be odd to see him standing on his hind legs, frill flared at its fullest, wings spread out to his side and wobbling to stay upright. A comical sight though he may be, this little fellow also walks on two legs often. Should he lose his balance, there's always his tail to keep him from totally collapsing. Said tail is very long and slender, excellent for gripping things and perfect for balancing him out. As for his hide, it is a wonderful velvety dark blue that would be beautiful to behold except that there's dozens of smaller glacier blue speckles all over his legs. Said speckles are actually tiny spots, each individual one mimicking its opposite on the legs on the other side of his body, but the end result is that he looks as if his legs have been dipped into paint that is slowly dripping off of him. The same light markings can be found on his tail, but those are the only places on his body, likely leading viewers to wonder if his egg was dipped in something prior to his hatching.
Personality: One of the first things that his bonded will notice is that this salamandyr likes to sing. A lot. He broadcasts it for everyone to hear and he's actually very good at mimicking the words. Unfortunately, though he loves music (and will promptly follow around any harper he can find as a result), he's absolutely, positively terrible and to listen to him "sing" is to make the poor soul being tortured with his awesome vocal skills want to bludgeon out their own ear drums. Everything he "sings" is off-key and usually doesn't match the rhythm of the intended song, resulting in disruption and chaos -- much to this little blue's heartbreak, for when things are disrupted, he no longer gets to listen to the beautiful music! His chosen will also find that it is impossible to break him of this habit. Every Gather he attends will have this salamandyr up on the stage attempting to sing for everyone in the crowd, whether they want to hear or not, and he's not above climbing onto heads to make sure everyone can see the source of the ... wonderful ... music. When he's not singing, he's generally an easy going salamandyr; when he speaks it is always in rhyme and song, and therefore rarely makes sense to anyone but him. Answers come in musical responses... or bites. He likes to bite, too... especially his bonded's fingers. His can expect to spend a lot of time with bandaged hands, and wincing. Here's hoping that bandages never become a rare commodity!
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Name: Saeo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Bluerider | Apprentice Healer
Physical Appearance: This young woman isn't particularly striking as far as looks are concerned. Her pale gray eyes are just a little too big for her face, and when accented by her thin blonde eyebrows they are capable of conveying an endless variety of facial expressions. Her hair tends to shift between dark blonde and mousey brown depending on the season, and while she prefers to keep it cropped just above her shoulders it is not uncommon for it to grow significantly longer. The remainder of her facial features are soft and uninteresting, dusted liberally with dark freckles that tend to gather over the bridge of her nose when she's upset. Standing just under 5'2 and weighing a mere 107 lbs when fed and fully clothed, Saeo is about as intimidating as a wet kitten. She tends to favour light blue and white when dressing, and makes it a point to choose clothing that plays up what few curves her boyish figure provides her with.
An interesting collection of scars decorate this young woman's body, speaking volumes about her life at Selenitas. A web of thin, silvery lines decorates her right shoulder and chest, paired with an almost perfectly symmetrical set of four long lines that stretch across her left cheek -gifts from one of her dragon's clutchsiblings the day she impressed. A short, thick scar of a significantly more prominent nature can be found on her left thigh, were she was once stabbed by a Benden rider during the siege of Selenitas. The skin on her hands is very delicate due to constant hand washing and the handling of tanning solvents, and so Saeo makes it a point to carry around a sweet smelling moisturizer to keep them from cracking in the cold weather. Unless practicality demands otherwise, she can always be found wearing gloves.
She is not particularly fond of jewelry and rarely dons more than one piece at a time. Most of the pieces she does wear have a specific sentimental value to her, like the tattered hemp bracelet into which she wove a scrap of her dragon's eggshell the day she impressed him and the runner charm necklace that once belonged to her best friend, Raylin. She takes special care to ensure that she is always as clean as possible -or at the very least sweet smelling- and unless some traumatic event or nap has distracted her, her eyepaint is always present, tasteful and immaculate. It's even rumored that she can put it on without needing to see her reflection...
Personality: When Saeo first arrived at Selenitas Weyr, she was a bright eyed and enthusiastic young woman, forever leading her friends on wild adventures and poking her nose in where it didn't belong. She earned herself quite a reputation this way, and found herself a comfortable niche as the Weyr's loveable, infuriating and thoroughly erratic blueriding psychopath. Most were convinced that dampening her blazing spirit was a feat that mere mortals could never dream of achieving.
However, after being pummeled by wave after wave of bad fortune, bloodshed and misery, the fire in Saeo's eyes has dimmed noticeably. She has lost many friends and comrades during her time at Selenitas, not the least of whom was her best friend, classmate and former roommate, Raylin. Saeo is still a friendly, sincere and somewhat offbeat young woman, but not nearly as energetic and enthusiastic as she once was. Most of her time is spent on drills, infirmary duty and fantasy novels. The adventures she takes these days are still unpredictable, but smaller in scale and less frequent than they once were.
She is very close to the remaining graduates of her weyrling class, and has been known to get very aggressive on their behalf. It's no secret that Saeo is very protective of those close to her, most especially C'oar and Farryl. On the outside she may seem tougher and more reserved than she once was, but the people who know her best are fully aware that she's the same marshmallow-soft torrent of emotion and hormones that she always was. When she's with her friends there are times when Saeo almost seems to be her old self again, but it's anyone's guess how long it will take for her heart to mend completely.
History:
Born the fifth child and third daughter of the tanner Chorn and his wife Carmine at Selenitas Hold. Saeo was one of only three children of her familial generation who were not born with black hair and blue eyes, making her somewhat of a novelty for much of her young life. She'd get passed around the dinner table often, aunts and cousins commenting on what lovely blue-green eyes she had and guessing at what colour her hair would end up as once it came in fully. As she grew though, her eyes darkened, her pale blonde hair slowly turned a dull, oak brown and her overzealous relatives turned their attention to other matters. 'You're getting too pretty is all.' Her father explained when a young Saeo had asked why one of her more superficial aunts didn't seem to like spending time with her anymore. 'She can't stand to look old an ugly by comparison.' Her family had always been a place of love and support for Saeo, but the bond she shared with her father was by far the strongest.
She took on an tanning apprenticeship when she was ten, training under her father in their family's workshop alongside her two elder brothers, Ranin and Kae. Saeo can't recall ever considering herself 'poor' -she had never gone hungry and when she needed something it had always been provided- but she also couldn't remember a time when there had been a shortage of work to be done. Because she was the junior most apprentice in her father's shop, the jobs she was given were often dull and tedious. Because of this, she learned early on that with just a hint of imagination, scraping hides could in fact be a glorious adventure. She ruined many of them through carelessness this way, and so was eventually given only the jobs that it was almost impossible to botch. A painful cycle of disapproval began this way. Her father scolded her for having her head in the clouds, and as a means of coping, she withdrew even further into her realm of fantasy.
Saeo spotted her first dragon just after she turned thirteen. She didn't realize the event for what it was at that time, but for years afterward the image of that bluerider drifting across the sky shaped her thoughts and ambitions until at last the thought of living her whole life as a tanner became a simply unbearable. She pestered the harpers for books and stories about dragons almost ceaselessly. At the dinner table, she would assail her family with random facts and bits of gossip that she had picked up off of the street, sometimes along with her own unfounded theories. Had they heard that Shmee was the first goldrider in generations that hadn't been part of the Selinitas bloodline? Maybe that's why the Thread had started falling again -because the red star was angry at her. The topic of dragons in her family was often changed rather quickly. In fact, the only member of her family with whom she could speak of such things freely was her younger brother Amone, who was just as enthralled by the concept as she was. The pair grew very close in Saeo's teen years, and they spent all of their free time together playing, imagining and dreaming of all things dragonic.
Not long after Saeo turned sixteen, she and Amone were stopped on their way home by a bluerider. She was well suited to be a dragon rider, he said. Would she consider coming to the Weyr to take up study? Joyous pandemonium followed, and the pair ran the rest of the way home in order to inform their parents of the good news. Their reaction -Chorn's especially- was far from ideal. A dragon rider? She couldn't even manage to stitch a pair of breeches together without hurting herself! What made her think that she was even close to capable of being a rider? She's get smashed into the ground by Thread or thrown off of her mount or assassinated! Hadn't she heard about the weyrling massacre? No, there was absolutely no chance.
It wasn't a good time right now, her mother had said afterward, once Saeo had cried herself out and her father had stormed off to his workshop. Jaden's wedding was coming up. Didn't she want to see her sister get married? Saeo waited. Her sister married a rather stern burdenbeast handler who couldn't pronounce her name properly. Still it wasn't a good time. Weddings were expensive and they needed her help in the workshop right now so they could make ends meet.
A turn went by before she dared mention the Weyr again. After that, long tendays were spent in heated, sometimes violent argument. Slowly though, the bickering slipped into negotiation and then finally to preparation. It seemed that she had won.
The day she left was a somber occasion. There were tight embraces, tears and murmured blessings from every member of her extended family. Saeo offered them her assurance that she would be just fine, and that she'd be sure to make all of them proud and visit often. It was her father's actions on that day which surprised her the most. As Saeo was packing to leave, he came into her room and offered her a beautifully cut leather blouse. It was lovingly embroidered -by her mother she was sure- with their family crest and the image of a gold dragon spiraling upward, wings extended. She accepted it with confusion, overwhelming love for her father tearing at her insides and leaving her on the verge of tears. 'It's not nearly as pretty as you are' he said as she pressed herself tightly against his chest. 'but I think it suits you well.'
Saeo arrived at Selenitas in the summer of that turn, and during her time as a candidate she made friends with quite a few of the other young people who had come hoping to impress a dragon. She also befriended a young wildling who called himself Pepsi, whom she helped capture and bring back to to the Weyr for what she thought to be his own good.(She would later come to regret her involvement in the ordeal, and still holds herself responsible for his death during the siege.) After several months of candidacy, Saeo was permitted to stand for the hatching of gold Aslath's Christmas clutch -a clutch that would later prove to be her last. While the hatching was in progress she was gored by an infant green and also witnessed the exceptionally bloody mauling of one of her fellow candidates. Regardless, she stayed on the sand until the very end -which was fortunate, because the last dragon to hatch just so happened to be her mindmate, the blue dragon Cherilith.
Months of training followed, during which time she developed a strong friendship with greenweyling Raylin and several of her other classmates. She impressed both of her salamandyrs during this time -green Freckle and blue Baby- within a turn of each other, becoming the first person to impress two salamandyrs. She and Cherilith were among many who mourned the passing of gold Aslath and her rider when Shmee was poisoned, and as the poison spread through the Weyr Saeo found herself herself drawn into a healing apprenticeship, desperate to help in any way she could.
Saeo and Cherilith were among the weyrlings captured during the siege of Selenitas, and she killed her first man in the ensuing battle. Shortly after the seige ended, her dragon rose to chase the green dragon whom he would later decide was the love of his life -green Calistoth. Her green salamandyr also ran during this time as part of a double run that defied all known laws of rationality in that neither Freckle nor her rival, Vanity, ended up dead by the end of it. Fort swooped in to try and steal the latest clutch of dragon eggs and Saeo found herself spending more and more time in the infirmary, but somewhere amid the chaos she finally got up the courage to confess to her long time friend and classmate, C'oar, that she had fallen quite desperately in love with him. Fortunately, her affections were returned and an awkward friendship did not follow.
Unfortunately that was where things began to fall apart again. Raylin announced that she was pregnant with bronzerider T'rid's daughter, and while Saeo did not agree with the idea of her friend giving birth while she was still a weyrling she offered as much support as she could. The plague hit soon after the child's birth, and Raylin was among many who fell ill. Saeo did all she could to save her friend, but in the end the sickness proved too much.
Since then, Saeo has be struggling to put herself back together among the political turmoil of life at Selenitas Weyr. She remains close to C'oar and her other friends, and has begun to apply herself much more strongly to her tactical and medical training. Saeo is desperate to improve herself, if only so that she had a fighting chance the next time tragedy strikes.
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Name: Cherilith
Colour Code: 50A6C2
Age: 2 turns
Appearance: A dark powder blue, Cherilith is quite a fine dragon. His hide isn't the most handsome, but it is typical of a blue. The designs across his hide, however, aren't nearly so typical. Dark blue lines, similar to how they looked on his shell, are etched into his body delicately. They are barely visible against the darkness of his hide, but they add a mysterious touch to his coloring. It's almost as if they're there, but not quite there, making people look at him for longer than they might look at an average, markingless blue. His friends sometimes might forget he even has these stripes, until they're caught looking at them one day, wondering how long that he's had them when in actuality, he's had them his whole life.
Mostly, his body is pretty average for a blue. His endurance and speed aren't too different from the typical blue dragon, but his main problem is when he tries to balance himself in their air. The reason for this is because his tail is extremely bony. In fact, if you touch it, you could feel the bones under the hide. However, it isn't much different than touching a skinny person on their ribcage. But this does result in problem when he tries to balance or steer himself, because his tail isn't strong enough to withhold the fast winds, so it can't aid him when he wants to turn. He has to deal with being able to do this without the help of his tail, which probably won't take him long; he has the rest of his fine body at his disposal.
Personality: Cherilith is, in one word, a dreamer. He often distracts himself from anything (including classes and work) with dreaming about fantastical things, like leading a Weyr or single-handedly becoming a hero among dragons. He loves to act the hero for everything because of all his dreaming, so whenever he sees anyone being hurt, he wants to be the first on the scene to help out. He is very sweet-natured, and hates seeing anything hurt. However, the tendency of dreaming get him in trouble quite a bit; he doesn't pay attention when he's in the middle of a daydream, and misses crucial information sometimes and gets very flustered.
He is very good at telling stories to others, which is a redeeming quality of this hobby. Everyone, especially younger dragons, love listening to the stories he tells. To remember his stories, Cherilith has an excellent memory compared to other dragons. He can remember names of everyone, unless he doesn't really like them, in which case he won't remember. But he doesn't need to absolutely love a human to remember their names. This contributes to Cherilith's intelligence; he doesn't need to be told anything twice to remember something. He learns things quickly and easily-- if he can pay attention to it in the first place, of course.
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Name: Freckle
Colour Code: 00ff0c
Age: Mature
Species: Salamandyr
Appearance: This poor female is almost comically disproportionate in build. Her tail and wings are too large for her body by far, which for a salamandyr could be construed as a mark of excessive ugliness; certainly her wings are more reminiscent of a firelizard than her own species. Her body is surprisingly thin, with bizarrely long legs, and she has eyes that are much too large for her head. In short, she's bug-eyed and looks more like a stretched out and then shrunk firelizard than any self-respecting salamandyr. Her frill is even too small, so that when she displays she looks more like a terran cobra than anything intimidating. Even her color is unmerciful, settling for a plain leaf-green that is anything but remarkable, and tiny yellow-green spots cover her entire body so that looking at her is almost blinding, particularly when she's close to Running. The combined aspects of her appearance will likely lead to this female being made fun of, and her utter lack of physical grace won't help her in this regard. Even when she tries to be graceful and predatory, she's liable to fall on her face in a show of clumsiness; unfortunately, agile is not a word that describes her at all, and because of how bright she is, she has no camouflage to speak of. Everyone is likely to notice her... especially when she doesn't want them to.
Personality: Temperamental and prone to tantrums, this little green absolutely hates other females, with the lone exception of her bonded. She finds them infuriating and will literally SCREECH to make a point if anything female comes near her, not to mention she'll bite if things don't go her way. There's a good reason for that: she thinks she's anything but pretty (and given her appearance, there are likely those that agree with her on this). Insecurity leads to her throwing constant tantrums and her bonded will have to constantly reassure her that she isn't ugly. Compared to most salamandyrs, she's one of the most fussy creatures imaginable, and she will almost never leave her bonded's side. If her chosen pet spends any time with anyone other than her, she will fuss and be extraordinarily upset, growing jealous and enraged very quickly, and if anyone so much as hints that she's out of line, she's not above attacking with claw and tooth to make it clear she disagrees. Fiercely possessive, any other salamandyr that so much as comes NEAR her chosen will find themselves on the receiving end of a verbal beating of epic proportions. She made her choice and she'll share with no one! If she is forced to, let it be known that she will hate the competition -- be it dragon, firelizard, or her bonded's significant other. She alone should be first, and she'll settle for nothing less.
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Name: Baby
Colour Code: 0b2c5a
Age: Mature
Species: Salamandyr
Appearance: Easily the largest blue of the clutch and - at full growth - one of the largest blue salamandyrs to ever hatch, this little fellow is unforgettable. He has a positively massive frill that he displays almost constantly. Fortunately for him, his wings are big enough to balance out the weight of that frill and keep him from falling down on his face continually; it will not be odd to see him standing on his hind legs, frill flared at its fullest, wings spread out to his side and wobbling to stay upright. A comical sight though he may be, this little fellow also walks on two legs often. Should he lose his balance, there's always his tail to keep him from totally collapsing. Said tail is very long and slender, excellent for gripping things and perfect for balancing him out. As for his hide, it is a wonderful velvety dark blue that would be beautiful to behold except that there's dozens of smaller glacier blue speckles all over his legs. Said speckles are actually tiny spots, each individual one mimicking its opposite on the legs on the other side of his body, but the end result is that he looks as if his legs have been dipped into paint that is slowly dripping off of him. The same light markings can be found on his tail, but those are the only places on his body, likely leading viewers to wonder if his egg was dipped in something prior to his hatching.
Personality: One of the first things that his bonded will notice is that this salamandyr likes to sing. A lot. He broadcasts it for everyone to hear and he's actually very good at mimicking the words. Unfortunately, though he loves music (and will promptly follow around any harper he can find as a result), he's absolutely, positively terrible and to listen to him "sing" is to make the poor soul being tortured with his awesome vocal skills want to bludgeon out their own ear drums. Everything he "sings" is off-key and usually doesn't match the rhythm of the intended song, resulting in disruption and chaos -- much to this little blue's heartbreak, for when things are disrupted, he no longer gets to listen to the beautiful music! His chosen will also find that it is impossible to break him of this habit. Every Gather he attends will have this salamandyr up on the stage attempting to sing for everyone in the crowd, whether they want to hear or not, and he's not above climbing onto heads to make sure everyone can see the source of the ... wonderful ... music. When he's not singing, he's generally an easy going salamandyr; when he speaks it is always in rhyme and song, and therefore rarely makes sense to anyone but him. Answers come in musical responses... or bites. He likes to bite, too... especially his bonded's fingers. His can expect to spend a lot of time with bandaged hands, and wincing. Here's hoping that bandages never become a rare commodity!
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