Post by topaz on Apr 20, 2009 15:19:35 GMT -5
Went *poof* In Disappearance plot
W E Y R L I N G
Name: Thora
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Not exactly sure yet, so she sticks with bisexual.
Rank: Weyrling/Journeyman Fishcrafter
Physical Appearance: Thora is quite a pretty girl. Wavy blonde tresses hang around her shoulder blades with a few shorter pieces in the front, framing a delicate, feminine face. Her eyes are blue, but a very deep, dark shade which, without a good source of light, look dark brown or even black. The dark orbs are large and almond shaped, surrounded with thick lashes.
Her cheekbones are high and slightly more prominent then average, giving her an elegant and refined look at first glance. Thora's nose is nothing special, straight for the most part with a slight upturn at the tip. Her lips are a nice medium shade of pink and are of moderate size, the bottom one slightly poutier then the top.
A light tan covers most of her body, with delicate bunches of freckles on her shoulders, cheeks, nose and the top of her back, created from a few turns of apprentice work at the Fishcraft Hall. Her frame is well built at around five feet and six inches, with toned muscles all over, however she is not obviously strong. Average sized breasts rest upon a slim waist and tight stomach, leading down to nicely curved hips and strong legs.
Thora's stride is strong and determined, but she brings a softness and femininity to it by swinging her hips from side to side. She does it whether she means to or not, but she does occasionally do it on purpose to attract the attention of a certain attractive male or female. Another one of her charms is her smile. Straight, white teeth, contrast her tanned skin and compliment her golden hair, and she flashes them often, usually to sway someone in her favor.
Thora likes to wear darker shades of blue to bring out her elusive eye color, but otherwise she's very fond of lighter colors along with a lot of white. Her clothing is always comfortable and flowing, and she is perfectly happy in all types of skirts or dresses. However she doesn't mind wearing slacks and belts when she's working, since it's only common sense, so the loose fabric won't get in the way.
Personality: As a child, Thora was always happy, without a care in the world. However the events between the warring Weyrs disturbed her very much, and she has become wary of those around her in the Weyr. Even though she is suspicious of people sometimes, it stems from her intense curiosity of the world around her. She likes to know as much as she can about things - for no reason in particular - and still tends to ask a lot of questions like she did when she was younger.
Thora is a generally strong minded individual and will stick up for herself when she feels the need to. She isn't a fool however, and won't go off on someone for some petty reason that could just be ignored. In fact she is quite intelligent and tends to be very perceptive concerning the people around her, almost to the point that she may have made a good harper.
When Thora first meets someone, she is not openly wary of them. It's an internal process that goes on which analyzes them, leaving Thora to otherwise come off as a very happy, friendly person. She tries never to be rude to anyone, especially people who out rank her, but occasionally she'll let slip the odd sarcastic or hateful comment when she's really bothered.
Thora is almost always level headed and she tries to be as logical as possible when in a tricky situation. She has no trouble leading a group of people, but is equally secure playing a more submissive role when someone else takes the reins. Thora is slightly nervous around particularly attractive males or females, but it's not completely obvious. She hasn't had any serious romantic relationships as of yet, but she's young still, and will figure out her preferences in time.
Thora also has an intense affection for anything small. Flitters, 'mandyrs, hatchlings, human babies and the like, are all fawned over by this girl, as if they were her own. Maybe if she Impressed some horridly annoying creature it would change her opinion, but for now she's just a hopeless, overly mother-like baby lover.
History: Thora was born in Southern Hold in 2996 to a journeyman fishcrafter, Thomin, and an apprentice healer, Caldora. Thomin was a burly man, thick and well muscled, from turns and turns of fishing out in the open sea. Caldora was much slighter, but strong in her own right. She would help her husband when he came back to shore with his catch and did a lot of the dirty work to prepare the fish for meals.
Thora was a sweet child. Inquisitive and generally helpful she was always asking questions of her father about fishing. How do you know where they are? Why is it so hard to catch them? Why do they bite the sharp part if it hurts so bad? Etc. Thora had many friends and they usually hung around the shoreline collecting shells or playing in the shallows. Being in the Southern Continent and right on the beach, the majority of their time was spent searching for clutches of flitter eggs, however the adults often took them to disperse through the higher ups before the kids could do a thing about it.
Soon after Thora turned nine her mother gave birth to a baby boy, Calin. Thora adored her little brother, and was constantly hovering nearby him whenever she was in the house. For a nine turn old she was incredibly motherly and protective of him and would insist to go with her mother to do errands if she was taking the babe.
The next turn, Thread fell for the first time in Thora's life. Her parents had mentioned it to her during one of her question asking sprees, but it was still a horrific experience when it actually started falling. It was then that she got her first good look at dragons. One or two of them would stop by the Hold to bathe in the ocean or pluck a hearbeast from the pens, and Thora, with her small band of friends, would gather nearby and watch the beast in whatever it was doing. Thora wasn't afraid of the creatures, but she was carful not to bother them or get too close. After every sighting, she would always go back to her parents and have a million question which they did not have the answers to.
Seresta's suicide came as more of an apathetic surprise then a shock to the people of Southern Hold, since not many of them paid attention to the Weyr's goings on, nor did they care. This included Thora's parents, and even though they didn't bother mentioning the death to her, she found out quickly enough from her friends. She couldn't understand why the young girl would end her life. She could just Stand for the next Hatching, couldn't she? But the matter was soon forgotten as it was not of real interest within the Hold.
Two turns passed and there was another death, the Weyrwoman this time, her gold suddenly jumping between as she slept. This was of a bit more interest to the Hold. They had a new ruler, now maybe things would change? They quickly heard of Shmee's inexperience and obnoxious attitude however, and were left to wonder if this would be a benefit to them, or an even heavier burden. Twelve turn old Thora was bothered by the sudden death, but was happy that they had a new leader. She truly believed things would get better this time around. Why wouldn't they?
Around this time, Thora entered the Fishcraft Hall as an apprentice, following in her fathers footsteps. She had helped him with his catches, and had even gone out with him to fish on a couple of occasions, so she already had some experience.
Another turn and a mysterious gold rider appeared at the Weyr. The Holders didn't much care for this detail but they were slightly more interested in what the rider had to tell them. Thora figured that every gold queen was important to the safety of Pern, so she was again happy for the Weyr. However, the illicit drugs used on the eggs at Benden was horrifying. How could they possibly endanger their only means of survival like that? It was unforgivable. As word of Fath's last clutch of hatchlings arrived, the deformities disturbed Thora even more. Not only were the little creatures less then healthy, they had missing limbs and strange problems that hindered their development! How could Benden do such a thing? Thora had heard from her parents and her friends that the Northern Weyrs were not to be trusted, but poisoning a queen in the hopes of strengthening her clutch? At least the hatchlings were alive, Thora often reminded herself. Now however, she was much more interested in the goings on between Selenitas and Benden Weyr.
Thora was suspicious when she heard that the Weyrwoman had randomly traveled to Benden at their slightest whim. Would she use the Benden drugs on her Aslath and cause more deformities? Or maybe she was on a mission to stop the Bendenites from continuing down their dangerous path? From what she had heard of Shmee, the woman didn't seem like the type to go and valiantly bring an end to an entire Weyr, but Thora had hope.
It was a few days after the event that word of C'leon's failed assassination attempt reached Southern Hold. Thora was shocked that the Benden Weyrlearder was truly as ruthless has people had made him out to be. Couldn't anyone stop him? But then came the queen's maiden flight, in which C'leon attempted to seize complete power over Selenitas in one fell swoop. Luckily, he was no successful, and the Weyrlearder position went to a Selenitian.
The next turn was a doozy. The creator of the clutch drug was reportedly killed, which Thora was very happy about, but then there was an incredible tragedy. Benden weyrlings were being mercilessly killed by their own leaders! Thora was disgusted by the display of power. They had even killed a queen! What point was there to that? C'leon then murdered the Fort leaders, causing their Junior Weyrwoman to flee and create her own Weyr, which meant she needed young blood from Selenitas to keep the new Weyr afloat. All of this news came in a blur to Thora, as there were multiple versions of the events being passed around. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but she continued to hear C'leon mentioned in almost every conversation, and couldn't understand why someone couldn't just bring a stop to him and end the whole thing! She didn't even hear about the Weyrwoman's panicked leave, news only reaching the Hold by the time she had actually been kidnapped by Benden. Once she was returned however, everything seemed to calm down.
Thora was curious of what the North was up to for a few long months, since there was no word of any calamities since Shmee had returned. Even so, she decided to focus her attention on her craft, steadily improving. Only a couple more turns until she would be able to walk the tables and go out to fish with her father properly. A few months into the next turn however, the Weyr suddenly ended tithes. It was a good thing for the Holds, and Thora tentatively hoped that the Weyr was severing all ties with them, as strange a decision as that would be. It would mean they would not be affected by the warring Weyrs and they could prosper under their own rule. However they soon found out that the riders were being poisoned somehow and suspected the Holds! Thora knew that was ridiculous. There was no way her Hold would do such a thing. Granted many holders didn't love the Weyr or it's riders, but they were tolerated for the essential protection they gave.
Then suddenly, a dragonrider came Searching at Southern Hold. It seemed strange that the Weyr would stop tithes and still Search for candidates, but one of their golds had risen, and Thora supposed they were in serious need of candidates. When a blue had picked her of all people to go, Thora was slightly hesitant. She had a quiet life here in her Hold, and Selenitas was not a safe place to be at the moment. The bluerider insisted she'd be a good candidate however, and Thora relented, after a quick goodbye to her friends, parents and her now eight turn old brother Cal. She now semi-eagerly awaits Millieth's clutch.
Name: Hypriceth
Age: < 1 turn
Hex Code: mediumseagreen
Personality: Fairly laid-back, Hypriceth doesn't live up to the first half of her name. The Green likes everyone, has a caring attitude toward those she likes, deeming herself a generally an easy-going female. But if you run into Hypriceth on an off-day, or push her too far, she's got a temper that would shock even her best of friends into silence. When she's in a nasty temper even the little things will get under her skin, forcing her to have them dealt with or deal with it herself. This attitude doesn't surface often, but when it does, she'll tell you that you annoy her and to go away, even if you aren't doing anything at all.
She can offend Dragons and people sometimes, but when she calms down and realizes (or forgets) what she's done, she'll try her best to get their friendship. Usually applying a happy greeting and a good, friendly game of tag or hide and go seek.
Hypriceth can be a bit flighty at times, and not always involved in whatever conversation she's having... or not always concentrating on what someone has to say,even when she probably should be. When she does in fact get interested, she'll ask questions until she's told to go away or chastised, but even then she'll stay long enough to ween maybe one or two more answers. Going only so far as to not be chased away with a broom or by another dragon for poking her nose in where it doesn't belong. Though she really can't help it, Hypriceth is rather nosy for someone thats as laid-back as she is...
Appearance: Hypriceth is a mammoth for a Green. She will grow to be the size of a big, medium Blue when she's standing straight and tall, because of her size, she has an unusual amount of endurance. Muscular legs attach to a thick, powerful frame that is certain to surprise others when she's an adult. Despite her personality, Hypriceth was made for fighting, every muscle toned for savage movements and quick turns in the sky. Even her wings, angular and long, help her during flight. They have the capacity to keep her in the air fighting for longer than most greens and even a few smaller Blues. Other females of her color are faster, sure, but she can and will out last them in stamina.
Pale green, like a leaf subjected to frost, Hypriceth is one of the lightest of her clutch. Small wisps of a slightly darker green make random appearances over her body, in places such as her legs and flanks. These small patterns look as though they could be paper thin scars from long ago, despite the fact they're darker and not lighter like scars normally are. The most prominent of these wisps can be located right under her left wing, where two of them meet and join to make an off-centered X. Moving to her wings, Hypriceth has an unique formation on the very end of each wing tip. Instead of forming smoothly, the Green has an extra almost claw like structure at each end, but instead of bone as one might think it would be, its meerly two excess deposits of hardened cartilage. Nothing damaging in the least, though they do make Hypriceth look a little more daunting.
W E Y R L I N G
Name: Thora
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Not exactly sure yet, so she sticks with bisexual.
Rank: Weyrling/Journeyman Fishcrafter
Physical Appearance: Thora is quite a pretty girl. Wavy blonde tresses hang around her shoulder blades with a few shorter pieces in the front, framing a delicate, feminine face. Her eyes are blue, but a very deep, dark shade which, without a good source of light, look dark brown or even black. The dark orbs are large and almond shaped, surrounded with thick lashes.
Her cheekbones are high and slightly more prominent then average, giving her an elegant and refined look at first glance. Thora's nose is nothing special, straight for the most part with a slight upturn at the tip. Her lips are a nice medium shade of pink and are of moderate size, the bottom one slightly poutier then the top.
A light tan covers most of her body, with delicate bunches of freckles on her shoulders, cheeks, nose and the top of her back, created from a few turns of apprentice work at the Fishcraft Hall. Her frame is well built at around five feet and six inches, with toned muscles all over, however she is not obviously strong. Average sized breasts rest upon a slim waist and tight stomach, leading down to nicely curved hips and strong legs.
Thora's stride is strong and determined, but she brings a softness and femininity to it by swinging her hips from side to side. She does it whether she means to or not, but she does occasionally do it on purpose to attract the attention of a certain attractive male or female. Another one of her charms is her smile. Straight, white teeth, contrast her tanned skin and compliment her golden hair, and she flashes them often, usually to sway someone in her favor.
Thora likes to wear darker shades of blue to bring out her elusive eye color, but otherwise she's very fond of lighter colors along with a lot of white. Her clothing is always comfortable and flowing, and she is perfectly happy in all types of skirts or dresses. However she doesn't mind wearing slacks and belts when she's working, since it's only common sense, so the loose fabric won't get in the way.
Personality: As a child, Thora was always happy, without a care in the world. However the events between the warring Weyrs disturbed her very much, and she has become wary of those around her in the Weyr. Even though she is suspicious of people sometimes, it stems from her intense curiosity of the world around her. She likes to know as much as she can about things - for no reason in particular - and still tends to ask a lot of questions like she did when she was younger.
Thora is a generally strong minded individual and will stick up for herself when she feels the need to. She isn't a fool however, and won't go off on someone for some petty reason that could just be ignored. In fact she is quite intelligent and tends to be very perceptive concerning the people around her, almost to the point that she may have made a good harper.
When Thora first meets someone, she is not openly wary of them. It's an internal process that goes on which analyzes them, leaving Thora to otherwise come off as a very happy, friendly person. She tries never to be rude to anyone, especially people who out rank her, but occasionally she'll let slip the odd sarcastic or hateful comment when she's really bothered.
Thora is almost always level headed and she tries to be as logical as possible when in a tricky situation. She has no trouble leading a group of people, but is equally secure playing a more submissive role when someone else takes the reins. Thora is slightly nervous around particularly attractive males or females, but it's not completely obvious. She hasn't had any serious romantic relationships as of yet, but she's young still, and will figure out her preferences in time.
Thora also has an intense affection for anything small. Flitters, 'mandyrs, hatchlings, human babies and the like, are all fawned over by this girl, as if they were her own. Maybe if she Impressed some horridly annoying creature it would change her opinion, but for now she's just a hopeless, overly mother-like baby lover.
History: Thora was born in Southern Hold in 2996 to a journeyman fishcrafter, Thomin, and an apprentice healer, Caldora. Thomin was a burly man, thick and well muscled, from turns and turns of fishing out in the open sea. Caldora was much slighter, but strong in her own right. She would help her husband when he came back to shore with his catch and did a lot of the dirty work to prepare the fish for meals.
Thora was a sweet child. Inquisitive and generally helpful she was always asking questions of her father about fishing. How do you know where they are? Why is it so hard to catch them? Why do they bite the sharp part if it hurts so bad? Etc. Thora had many friends and they usually hung around the shoreline collecting shells or playing in the shallows. Being in the Southern Continent and right on the beach, the majority of their time was spent searching for clutches of flitter eggs, however the adults often took them to disperse through the higher ups before the kids could do a thing about it.
Soon after Thora turned nine her mother gave birth to a baby boy, Calin. Thora adored her little brother, and was constantly hovering nearby him whenever she was in the house. For a nine turn old she was incredibly motherly and protective of him and would insist to go with her mother to do errands if she was taking the babe.
The next turn, Thread fell for the first time in Thora's life. Her parents had mentioned it to her during one of her question asking sprees, but it was still a horrific experience when it actually started falling. It was then that she got her first good look at dragons. One or two of them would stop by the Hold to bathe in the ocean or pluck a hearbeast from the pens, and Thora, with her small band of friends, would gather nearby and watch the beast in whatever it was doing. Thora wasn't afraid of the creatures, but she was carful not to bother them or get too close. After every sighting, she would always go back to her parents and have a million question which they did not have the answers to.
Seresta's suicide came as more of an apathetic surprise then a shock to the people of Southern Hold, since not many of them paid attention to the Weyr's goings on, nor did they care. This included Thora's parents, and even though they didn't bother mentioning the death to her, she found out quickly enough from her friends. She couldn't understand why the young girl would end her life. She could just Stand for the next Hatching, couldn't she? But the matter was soon forgotten as it was not of real interest within the Hold.
Two turns passed and there was another death, the Weyrwoman this time, her gold suddenly jumping between as she slept. This was of a bit more interest to the Hold. They had a new ruler, now maybe things would change? They quickly heard of Shmee's inexperience and obnoxious attitude however, and were left to wonder if this would be a benefit to them, or an even heavier burden. Twelve turn old Thora was bothered by the sudden death, but was happy that they had a new leader. She truly believed things would get better this time around. Why wouldn't they?
Around this time, Thora entered the Fishcraft Hall as an apprentice, following in her fathers footsteps. She had helped him with his catches, and had even gone out with him to fish on a couple of occasions, so she already had some experience.
Another turn and a mysterious gold rider appeared at the Weyr. The Holders didn't much care for this detail but they were slightly more interested in what the rider had to tell them. Thora figured that every gold queen was important to the safety of Pern, so she was again happy for the Weyr. However, the illicit drugs used on the eggs at Benden was horrifying. How could they possibly endanger their only means of survival like that? It was unforgivable. As word of Fath's last clutch of hatchlings arrived, the deformities disturbed Thora even more. Not only were the little creatures less then healthy, they had missing limbs and strange problems that hindered their development! How could Benden do such a thing? Thora had heard from her parents and her friends that the Northern Weyrs were not to be trusted, but poisoning a queen in the hopes of strengthening her clutch? At least the hatchlings were alive, Thora often reminded herself. Now however, she was much more interested in the goings on between Selenitas and Benden Weyr.
Thora was suspicious when she heard that the Weyrwoman had randomly traveled to Benden at their slightest whim. Would she use the Benden drugs on her Aslath and cause more deformities? Or maybe she was on a mission to stop the Bendenites from continuing down their dangerous path? From what she had heard of Shmee, the woman didn't seem like the type to go and valiantly bring an end to an entire Weyr, but Thora had hope.
It was a few days after the event that word of C'leon's failed assassination attempt reached Southern Hold. Thora was shocked that the Benden Weyrlearder was truly as ruthless has people had made him out to be. Couldn't anyone stop him? But then came the queen's maiden flight, in which C'leon attempted to seize complete power over Selenitas in one fell swoop. Luckily, he was no successful, and the Weyrlearder position went to a Selenitian.
The next turn was a doozy. The creator of the clutch drug was reportedly killed, which Thora was very happy about, but then there was an incredible tragedy. Benden weyrlings were being mercilessly killed by their own leaders! Thora was disgusted by the display of power. They had even killed a queen! What point was there to that? C'leon then murdered the Fort leaders, causing their Junior Weyrwoman to flee and create her own Weyr, which meant she needed young blood from Selenitas to keep the new Weyr afloat. All of this news came in a blur to Thora, as there were multiple versions of the events being passed around. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but she continued to hear C'leon mentioned in almost every conversation, and couldn't understand why someone couldn't just bring a stop to him and end the whole thing! She didn't even hear about the Weyrwoman's panicked leave, news only reaching the Hold by the time she had actually been kidnapped by Benden. Once she was returned however, everything seemed to calm down.
Thora was curious of what the North was up to for a few long months, since there was no word of any calamities since Shmee had returned. Even so, she decided to focus her attention on her craft, steadily improving. Only a couple more turns until she would be able to walk the tables and go out to fish with her father properly. A few months into the next turn however, the Weyr suddenly ended tithes. It was a good thing for the Holds, and Thora tentatively hoped that the Weyr was severing all ties with them, as strange a decision as that would be. It would mean they would not be affected by the warring Weyrs and they could prosper under their own rule. However they soon found out that the riders were being poisoned somehow and suspected the Holds! Thora knew that was ridiculous. There was no way her Hold would do such a thing. Granted many holders didn't love the Weyr or it's riders, but they were tolerated for the essential protection they gave.
Then suddenly, a dragonrider came Searching at Southern Hold. It seemed strange that the Weyr would stop tithes and still Search for candidates, but one of their golds had risen, and Thora supposed they were in serious need of candidates. When a blue had picked her of all people to go, Thora was slightly hesitant. She had a quiet life here in her Hold, and Selenitas was not a safe place to be at the moment. The bluerider insisted she'd be a good candidate however, and Thora relented, after a quick goodbye to her friends, parents and her now eight turn old brother Cal. She now semi-eagerly awaits Millieth's clutch.
D R A G O N
Name: Hypriceth
Age: < 1 turn
Hex Code: mediumseagreen
Personality: Fairly laid-back, Hypriceth doesn't live up to the first half of her name. The Green likes everyone, has a caring attitude toward those she likes, deeming herself a generally an easy-going female. But if you run into Hypriceth on an off-day, or push her too far, she's got a temper that would shock even her best of friends into silence. When she's in a nasty temper even the little things will get under her skin, forcing her to have them dealt with or deal with it herself. This attitude doesn't surface often, but when it does, she'll tell you that you annoy her and to go away, even if you aren't doing anything at all.
She can offend Dragons and people sometimes, but when she calms down and realizes (or forgets) what she's done, she'll try her best to get their friendship. Usually applying a happy greeting and a good, friendly game of tag or hide and go seek.
Hypriceth can be a bit flighty at times, and not always involved in whatever conversation she's having... or not always concentrating on what someone has to say,even when she probably should be. When she does in fact get interested, she'll ask questions until she's told to go away or chastised, but even then she'll stay long enough to ween maybe one or two more answers. Going only so far as to not be chased away with a broom or by another dragon for poking her nose in where it doesn't belong. Though she really can't help it, Hypriceth is rather nosy for someone thats as laid-back as she is...
Appearance: Hypriceth is a mammoth for a Green. She will grow to be the size of a big, medium Blue when she's standing straight and tall, because of her size, she has an unusual amount of endurance. Muscular legs attach to a thick, powerful frame that is certain to surprise others when she's an adult. Despite her personality, Hypriceth was made for fighting, every muscle toned for savage movements and quick turns in the sky. Even her wings, angular and long, help her during flight. They have the capacity to keep her in the air fighting for longer than most greens and even a few smaller Blues. Other females of her color are faster, sure, but she can and will out last them in stamina.
Pale green, like a leaf subjected to frost, Hypriceth is one of the lightest of her clutch. Small wisps of a slightly darker green make random appearances over her body, in places such as her legs and flanks. These small patterns look as though they could be paper thin scars from long ago, despite the fact they're darker and not lighter like scars normally are. The most prominent of these wisps can be located right under her left wing, where two of them meet and join to make an off-centered X. Moving to her wings, Hypriceth has an unique formation on the very end of each wing tip. Instead of forming smoothly, the Green has an extra almost claw like structure at each end, but instead of bone as one might think it would be, its meerly two excess deposits of hardened cartilage. Nothing damaging in the least, though they do make Hypriceth look a little more daunting.