Post by kat on Jul 14, 2009 20:26:58 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Ariya
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Bronzehandler
Physical Appearance: Ariya is 5'6" being weight height proportionate in shape but not too notably toned. She has a slender build with only a moderate sized bust that smaller than some but adequate for her build. She has long legs and her feet are smaller for her height as are her hands which are delicate and smaller and look like those of an artist's. Her hair is a medium shade of brunette with lighter brunette highlights. It's straighter coming out of her head but wavier as it goes down, falling below her shoulders to about mid back. Her eyes are blue and have some pale green in them with the outside rims a darker blue. She tends to walk and hold herself so as to not draw any attention but as she's a pretty young woman often she has to take measures of avoidance.
Ariya looks good in just about any colors she chooses to wear. She chooses mostly blue and grey and some white and black. She can't afford any fancy jewelery so tends to not wear it. She wears black boots all the time, finding them most comfortable. They are usually made from light leather.
Personality: Ariya has more questions in her life than answers. Never having known her family or if she even has any siblings she became more of a reclusive figure who doesn't seem to know her place in life. She only ever had what she needed but is satisfied to have food in her belly and clothes on her back. She never dares ask for anything, feeling that to do so would be rather shameful since she only takes what she's given, what she's earned.
She grew up in the Weyr's creche. Right after she was done with her wet nurse she was sent to a nanny and then upon turning five turns she was sent to the Creche. She barely remembers anything before the Creche, where she never felt like she fit in. There were children there but most of them seemed happy enough and most knew who their parents were or had had foster parents. So she became quiet and reclusive, not one to talk much--no matter the fact that she is always painfully feeling alone.
It's hard to say if she's a loyal person or not. She has good ideals and is respectable, and has good morals. But she's never been close to anyone. She imagines things like friends and her personality dictates she'd be fiercely loyal but only having a friend would tell that. To her everyone is just an acquaintance. By ten Turns she was already on the path to becoming a drudge and by now she was used to being alone. She became a thinker due to this, wiser than she was smart though she took lessons along with the others in the creche up until she was twelve Turns old.
Now she is fifteen Turns and already settled into her lot in life. She only speaks when spoken to and doesn't believe there's anything better for her than what she's living. She always dreams of more but they're empty dreams to her. She loves to read, draw, and keeps a journal which she writes in whenever she needs to vent just to keep track of the days. She has acquaintances, no friends and one saving grace: herself. Until she was Searched, that is...
History: There is hardly much to be said for Ariya's history. She never knew her parents, never knew if she had siblings and was never good at being social or making friends. A reclusive and shy girl she was more used to being in the background, out of sight and mostly out of mind. She was too easy to boss around and to pick on and the only confidence she had was what she gave herself. Still she tries to keep her head held high and tries to just make it by.
She grew up in Selenitas Weyr and even though there were some that tried to befriend her at first she had a bad habit of pushing them away. She seemed to be worried she'd only get hurt or abandoned by people and unlike many who are raised as Weyrbrats it actually bothered her because her mother and father didn't even let her know who they were or send her anything on her Turning days. Basically her history consisted of living each day as it came and always knowing that in the end it was herself she had to rely on to get by. While others dreamed of being Searched or better things she was always too shy and too modest to think she was good enough for that. She was too humble to even see herself in a craft.
She ended up becoming a drudge, quite predictably. She had to earn her place in the Weyr and being a drudge was something she could do and felt that she could do. That seemed like it would be her life forever and though she daydreamed about being more the reality of it seemed far, far away from her.
The events affecting the Weyr didn't overly affect a girl who was not really noted to begin with. Still she heard every bit of what went on and she paid attention since she was someone who always listened and never talked.
When Shmee impressed instead of Sera's daughter it made no difference to her. She had heard that the girl was immature but maturity came with time and experience. As long as it didn't affect her, which it didn't, she wasn't bothered. In fact, since things got only better it turned out that she wouldn't have had to worry anyhow.
When Fath flew a long flight and was supposed to have a queen in the clutch, Ariya spent a period of time daydreaming about what it might be like to be a goldrider, like every girl did. Still, she knew she didn't have a chance on Pern. However when that clutch hatched she was relieved she'd never been searched. The clutch had mutated, ugly dragonets and besides that Fath and Sera died when Fath went into 'between'. Now Ari was nervous and had a few nightmares about mutated dragons--some were even missing limbs, after all!
One of the things that did scare Ariya into taking notice was when Shmee was poisoned and died. That was the Weyrwoman whom she admired and everyone looked up to. She took to being far more of a recluse and then Benden attacked the Weyrlings, making her even gladder that she'd never been Searched, never impressed. At least as a drudge she felt safe.
She was aware of the plague that killed off many flitts and also aware when Hepaticath was hatched and impressed. However neither of these things really affected her and while she took note what bothered her more was when Fort took over the main Hall. What with Shmee's death by poisoning--that, and Benden's attacks--she felt it best to keep low and keep quiet and on the watch for anything suspicious.
The Siege of Selenitas had Ari in hiding in the lower caverns for the duration of it. The whole of it gave her nightmares and still does. All the people and dragons who died...it was a horrible, living nightmare. She can't erase the images that are burned into her mind. She felt like a useless coward, hiding because there was nothing she could do and didn't want to die or be killed. She hates herself for not taking an active role in helping out and hates even more that if it happened again she still doesn't know what she'd be able to do.
While she has a certain amount of loyalty for her Weyr she has no friends there and is simply worried for the people in general. She doesn't like that people are dying and it bothers her--she hates that there's really nothing she can do. Now that Kaegan is Senior Weyrwoman she only hopes the young woman can settle things down a bit. When Kaegan arrived everyone knew that Shmee was hiding her from Benden. While Ari knew it was the right thing to do she still sort of felt if Kaegan hadn't come to Selenitas then the attacks would never have happened or the deaths. Still she has a good sense of morality and admired Shmee for taking the young Goldrider in.
When she was Searched for a wher candidate she turned it down. She never imagined she'd impress one or be found good enough by one. Yet after some convincing she finally accepted, nervous though she is, and is now living in the candidate barracks not quite sure what to do with herself since a drudge has a lot more chores than a candidate...
Wher
Name— Ariysk
Color— Bronze (#EBA333)
Appearance— Ariysk is nothing short of a stereotypical bronze. He’s an exceptionally large creature, dwarfing the smaller of queens easily in both length and bulk. A very sturdy creature, this bronze is; he has relatively short legs in comparison to the length of his body, emphasizing this, and tail and neck are on the short side, too. Their appearance of being slightly on the disproportionate side is emphasized by the thick cords of muscle that wrap around legs, tail, neck, and the rest of his body; what could have been a streamlined form is turned into something of brute strength, power, that might have looked decidedly menacing had his posing not always been one of excessive pride and dignity, lacking maliciousness of any kind. Even so, his silhouette can cut an undeniably imposing figure – at least, until he decides to start strutting or something equally comical. His wings are on the large side, pointed and shaped oddly, rather like that of a hawk’s. Unfortunately, the membrane stretched across them are not thick enough to support his weight, and whether or not his wing shape would give him the same grace that hawks have will never be discovered.
The most Ariysk can manage in the air will probably be a gliding kind of leap – not long or high enough to pull any graceful tricks in the air or even really do much more than clear a few logs or some such obstacle in his way and land safely. He doesn’t make up for this lack of aerial prowess on the ground, unfortunately; he’s prone to trying to strut as much as he can, lifting each leg high, arching his neck and holding head and tail as high as he can, wings unfurled to prove just how amazing he clearly is; won’t everyone admire him? However, Ariysk is also the victim of an almost crippling clumsiness. Attempts at strutting will often lead to falling flat on his face or rolling down a hill; trying to puff himself up grandly and look proud and wise will result into catching his wings on a tree, misjudging the distance between a rock and his paw, or something – Ariysk receives bragging rights for being able to trip over a flat, completely stable surface, and for managing to look like he meant to fall at the same time. Because clearly he did – whers as amazing as he simply did not do anything by accident, after all!
His saving grace would probably be his coloring; very few bronzes match Ariysk in the shade of their hide. A very vivid orange-gold tinted bronze graces his form, but, unfortunately for Ariysk, he’s not too metallic. Oh, make no mistake, there’s no way he’ll mistaken for anything but what he is – his hide simply lacks the metallic quality that makes bronzes and queens usually gleam and shine with their own light: His hide is not quite matte, but he’ll never rank among the shiniest of bronzes. Rather, he’s more likely to lag in the back of that list. He will gleam – but only when well-bathed and oiled, and never will he glitter or glow. Darker, mossy bronze accents offers to offset the bright shade of his hide, appearing as speckles up and down all four of his legs and along the bone of his wings. The same freckles spot his muzzle and rump, making it look like he has a good deal more distance between his eyes than Ariysk actually has; Ariysk looks rather bewildered and childish should his freckles be pointed out. You’d do well never to mention such a thing to him.
Personality— Ariysk is downright arrogant. This bronze seems to have no idea of what is just or what is polite, and nor does he seem to care. In his eyes, he is Number One; His comes perpetually second, and any queens or greens in the vicinity that might have won his favor will come Third. He has no use for other males and, once he claims a piece of territory as his, which shouldn’t take long – whether be it the specific shade cast by a tree in the late evening, a chunk of riverbank, or a chunk of beach – Ariysk will not be above herding males (regardless of species; whether you be human or dragon, wher or Salamandyr, you aren’t safe if you’re male) out of his territory and guarding them just to make sure they don’t decide to invade again. That wouldn’t be good; it might make the females look at them instead of him and that was bad, bad, very bad. Fortunately for those males, Ariysk is not a violent creature, and will do no more than nudge them emphatically until they’re out of his ‘range’. Should they attempt to come back in, likely as not they will just be nudged right back out again; violence is unnecessary! Arrogant though Ariysk is, he isn’t a fan of violence, and will not condone it within his territory. Because it hurts people, possibly even females. And that would be devastating.
Not very intelligent, is Ariysk. While he has the capacity of understanding complex enough ideas, he simply doesn’t care enough to – because he is always right, and his ideas are the simplest of all because he doesn’t want to work that hard. Lack of mental exercise will mean that Ariysk becomes downright grumpy when he’s forced to actually think, probably much to His’ despair. A creature of brute force and little else, Ariysk is; while he’s certainly strong and stubborn, he’d much rather have His do any necessary thinking for him, and for that reason precisely Ariysk will never become a leader – or a good leader, in any case. His Chasing will be downright unimaginative, with no wooing for affections; he much prefers the females to fawn over him and can be quite miffed when they do not immediately do so; can’t they see how absolutely splendid he is? Don’t they want to coo and gush over him? Despite his lack of originality or actual intelligence, Ariysk is a stubborn creature indeed. Once he’s got his mind set on something, anybody is hard-pressed to change it – even His will have a hard time, even with bribery: Ariysk has a decidedly one-track mind.
It seems all too rare for Ariysk to be in a good mood unless he has an adoring female draped over him (or His a male; Ariysk views any conquests by His to be as good as his own), and he’s usually quite a character to be around, to say the least. Not at all appealing, is his company; he’s a pessimistic, self-centered creature at the best of times, often dismissive of anyone else’s misfortunes. He likes to cast himself as both the luckiest and the least lucky of all whers in the world – whatever his company is, just so he can outdo them. What, they just caught a green wher? Oh, that was nothing; he’d Caught a queen just a sevenday ago, he had. And if they’d just lost a green to a blue? Oh, they knew nothing of misery and defeat; didn’t they know he’d had a queen reject him in order to curl up with a blue? Weren’t females silly? As long as Ariysk has the attention, he does not seem to care about what lengths he has to go to in order to get it; lies and twisted truths are common for him, but most will tire quickly of his camaraderie, seeing how he demands the spotlight to be upon him at all times, no questions asked.
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