Post by Rei on Feb 15, 2011 18:05:20 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake plot
Name: Nysania (N-eye-sani-A)
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Senior Journeyman Healer, Wherhandler
Birthday: October 30th, 2986
Family
Father: Kysan (58)
Mother: Nalania (50)
Brothers: Nysan (33), Kalsan (22) (deceased), Knalan (31)
Sisters: Kysia (28), Kyania (26), Nalysia (23)
Physical Appearance:
Nysania is not the skinny beautiful woman of everyone’s dreams. No in fact the woman is downright chubby. Perhaps bordering on actually fat. Curves? Well yeah she has those, lots of them and massive breasts besides. You’ll never see this woman walking around without a breastband. This isn’t to say that she’s unattractive though. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all and she does have a pleasant face. Oval shaped with a rounded chin. Dark brown hair frames a set of rather pretty almost golden brown eyes. She has a prominent nose which is perhaps just at touch too big and a rather nice smile.
Although by her figure you’d think Nysania hates exercise this is not the case. The woman actually loves to swim and she adores runners. In fact in her leisure time you can often see her riding. Her chubbiness more comes from a intense love of food than any lack of exercise. You see when she grows upset or angry or sad the woman retreats to food for comfort. Much better then the arms of any man surely. She is also surprisingly quick for a chubby woman. Although she is by no means as fast as your average fit person she is by no means some slow plodder. Which is a good thing when your patients need urgent treatment. She is also rather strong and well used to having to restrain rather unwilling patients for treatment.
Nysania always dresses nice, and is never sloppy in appearance. She prefers comfortable loose clothing. Pants and tops, but is not adverse to wearing a dress or two on occasion. She also always wears some type of makeup even if it is only shadow or liner. Over all she carries herself rather nicely and always looks very put together. Nysania’s hair is naturally straight but she likes to curl it in loose bouncing curls. Her hair is often worn loose and she only binds it back while riding or while she is in the infirmary
Personality:
Nysania has always come off as a rather pleasant person. Never really truly happy but seemingly content enough. She takes herself and her work very seriously. She isn’t an easy woman to intimidate but nor is she herself very intimidating. No in fact she comes across as almost motherly to most. She does however demand respect and obedience from those working underneath her. Nysania doesn’t use fear to control those below her instead she attempts to endear them to herself and then uses that as a weapon. Oftentimes just displaying her disappointment in them is enough to warrant that the action is not repeated. However she is not above dismissing someone entirely if they do not perform to her standards. And Nysania has high standards. She demands perfection from herself and thus everyone else is expected to perform accordingly.
Nysania has a not so secret love for physical relationships with males. But as soon as they even start hinting towards anything serious she pulls away. Perhaps strangely however in her work the woman prefers to take on male apprentices rather than females. She does not bed her apprentices either. Just seems to prefer to teach them. Nysania really just does not get terribly close to people if she can help it. She always holds herself just a touch aloof, professional. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have friends however. They just seem kind of few and far between. If you do manage to befriend her though Nysania is very loyal. Her loyalties in fact will always remain solely towards those few close friends too, no matter what. To date her few close friends remain her family and a few of her classmates at healer hall. Nysania also had a not so secret love for children and she is almost completely different around them than adults. With children she tends to be more open and her kindness more genuine.
She has a not so secret love for food and for drink as well although she is very careful with the later. She is only a social drinker and even then not to the extent where it would interfere with her work. Nysania is a professional first and foremost. She also loves runners. Adores them really. Her biggest regret was having to sell her gelding when she transferred to Selenitas. Nysania also dislikes firelizard’s for some reason. The creatures annoy her and she finds them mostly useless. Dragons are simply treated with aloof respect as are whers. She has no great love for the dragons really. Thus why she never dabbled in dragonhealing at all. No she is content to leave that to the other healers and concentrate solely on the human aspect of the job.
History:
2986-3002 Birth, Childhood, Healer Apprentice, Junior Journeyman
Nysania was born at Fort Hold to Masterhealer Kysan and his wife Nalania. She was one of seven children the third born to the pair. From a young age Nysania proved herself to be very independent normally taking it upon herself to make sure things got done. Bossing around her younger and even older siblings was not an uncommon thing for her. Her father’s notoriety in his craft and his station as a teacher at Healer hall meant that the family was quite wealthy. None of them every really having to want for anything. Nysania and her siblings were rather spoiled children in fact. Although their strict upbringing did instill in them a need to act in a way that reflected good upon their father’s name.
At the age of nine Nysania started expressing a desire to learn her fathers craft. Kysan was only too happy to indulge her. After all it was almost a family tradition Kysan’s family had been in the craft for generations and Nysania’s older brother Kalsan was already receiving instruction. Healer Hall welcomed the children just as it welcomed all apprentices. Neither Nysania nor her brother received any favors just because of who their father was. If anything it seemed more was expected of them. The two became extremely close as the toiled and learned together. The sibling bond containing perhaps a spark of rivalry as each tried to outdo the other. Eventually Kalsan walked the tables Nysania following shortly after becoming a Junior Journeyman at sixteen.
3003-3011 Senior Journeyman, Death, Depression
The outside world was something that Nysania never really took much stock in. She heard all the rumors of course. Knew about the dragon wars, the major battles and sieges, each time a Weyrwoman or Weyrleader had been replaced. But those things were of little concern in her world. She accepted them for what they were. Events that although would shape the course of history had little bearing on her life in general. As Nysania grew more and more learned in her craft she began to specialize, her brother and her taking different paths. Although they specialized in different areas the siblings remained close. Nysania herself started to specialize in trauma while her brother took a path in pediatrics. It was about this time that Kalsan was struck by some terrible disease. Similar to the plague that had run it’s course at Selenitas. However this version was more deadly. Nysania could only watch in horror as her brother eventually succumbed to the disease despite the best efforts of his peers. Kalsan had in the end become nothing more than a case study for future students to learn about.
His death hit Nysania hard. However rather than becoming bitter and allowing herself to wallow she used it to strengthen her. Rather than continue on in trauma the woman dropped her work in that area and took a different path studying infectious diseases and ways to treat them. Using her brother’s death as a sort of encouragement, she threw herself into her work quickly showing a knack for creating tonics, medications, and steps to treat and fight such maladies. Nysania was twenty now. Was doing quite well in her craft and was if not happy then content. It was around this time that she also found a love for the men of the hall. Nysania was surprisingly not a shy person when it came to relationships and found a great desire for random flings. Perhaps her brother’s death had instilled within in her a fear of becoming too close to anyone again. But whatever the reason the woman never took a husband. Not even a steady boyfriend. No she was quite content with feeling wanted without needing steady companionship.
Nysania did however hold a not so secret desire for a child. Unfortunately it was not to be. Despite doing everything in her power to become pregnant it never happened. In fact eventually the woman found out that she was indeed barren. This too hit her hard and she began to withdraw from the social life in the Hall. It was about this time she again walked the tables becoming a Senior Journeyman at twenty five.
3012-3015 Stagnation, New Decision
Rather then celebrate her new title Nysania began to work hard at gaining her Masters knots. The woman determined to make something out of her life. As the turns again started to pass Nysania began to find herself in something of a rut, despite being stationed at Fort hold where further knowledge was readily available with the Hall so close. Frustrated and deciding that maybe a change of scenery would do her good she applied for a transfer. Really she didn’t care where she ended up as long as it was new. Perhaps the change would help her.
Current
Then the morning came when she was called to the Master quarters to receive her new assignment. It seemed that Selenitas weyr had just lost one of their prominent healers. The man having passed just a sevenday ago. The Weyrleaders had sent word that they needed a replacement. Although not enthused about having been assigned to a weyr of all places, Nysania accepted the assignment and packed for her trip to the weyr. At any rate it was something new wasn’t it? Perhaps it would help her get out of her rut. Her arrival at the weyr was uneventful although she was met with much suspicion and not exactly the warmest of welcomes. The man she was sent to replace, R’wign, was well known, liked, and as much a part of the infirmary as the air inside it. Despite this Nysania maintained her professional attitude and eventually started to win over at least a few of the staff. At least she had a few acquaintances to turn to for companionship.
Mere weeks into her new position the Weyrhealer ended up at a wher hatching. She was only there to help any that might need medical assistance as maulings were not all that uncommon. Unfortunately it seemed that fate had other plans and during the hatching she was approached by a blue wher who dubbed himself Nyssk after fighting a sibling over her. Although the woman did not initially want the wher she eventually grew to love the creature. Wherling lessons for the pair started soon after. The woman finding it actually rather difficult to balance both her wher and the infirmary at first but quickly falling into a routine. As Nyssk continues to grow, and with her time as a wherling quickly coming to a close, Nysania can now set her sights on slightly less pressing things. All while trying to carve a place for herself amongst the residents of the weyr and finding herself a few friends.
WENT WILD
Wher
Courage Blue
Bonded to: Nysania
Born: 3016
Name: Nyssk
Color: Blue #4B0082 #5A4FCF
Based On: Cave Lion
Physical Appearance:
This wher looks distinctly...purple. The true name for his colour is indigo but all the same, he looks rather unusual compared to most blues. He's not solid a solid shade of this indigo all over his body but the variations are not too great either. The tip of his tail has a darker shade of this colour, and he has odd half and broken stripes on his legs, more so on the back legs than the front. As well as those stripes, he has large rosette markings on his lowers legs and on his sides in a clear iris colour. Curiously, there are none present anywhere else on his body. In fact, that is the extent of his markings.
He has a very sturdy build, capable of a lot of power for a blue. There is quite a lot of muscle packed onto him, though his length allows him to look well filled out rather than bulky or thick. He is also quite large for a blue. He's not quite the size of a brown but he is larger than most blues. He's quite gifted at conserving his stamina and so usually lasts quite some time while doing any strenuous activity. This blue has a square-ish muzzle and head. Actually, he's a bit square-ish all over, though it's most defined on his head. His claws are an especially fearsome part of him. When he chooses to fight all should beware of his wicked sharp claws which he uses excellently. His wings are an average size and a little narrow.
To say this blue moves like a feline is the best description for it. He moves gracefully and with the sense of purpose of a predator. However, none of this grace will come easily at first. He will be incredibly clumsy as a hatchling and prone to much falling. As he grows older he'll gain the proper control over his limbs though. He is not the quickest of blues - he can sprint quickly enough but his speed will very rapidly decrease. He relies on his stamina and power to pull him through things rather than his speed. He's also usually land-bound. He can glide, sure enough, but his narrow wings and considerable weight will always make gliding short and rather pointless in his mind.
Personality:
This blue is without a doubt brave. While he's not fearless, he strongly believes that fears must be faced and overcome through either strength of will or body. He is not one to take ridiculous risks but His will have to be careful to make sure he doesn't push himself too hard in the effort to overcome any pain or physical hardship. He also will not stop in the face of shame or discouragement though they do affect him. He'll almost blindly follow what he believes in despite the opposition of others. His beliefs tend to lean towards protecting the weak (to the point of completely ignoring and/or abandoning the strong) and making everyone face their problems and fears.
Oddly enough, his desire to have others act like him and be courageous is actually caused by narcissism. He genuinely thinks he's the best thing since Mr. Wishbone jokes. This makes him taking a mate pretty much impossible as he'll always love himself the most. If his love was to be divided up, he'd direct five eighths to himself, two to His, and one to any female that might hold his attention at all. So, rather than say he can't take a mate, it's more correct to say not many females would tolerate his lack of attention for them. Also, while he may not love them, any gold (and I do mean any, regardless of species; this will also extend to any other females capable of producing offspring) will be treated with the utmost respect. No, they're not as good as him, but they are the mothers of the draconid world and so he might as well treat them well since they'll produce more brave beings for the world.
If you haven't guessed by now...yes, he does see himself as a leader. All those courageous beings? They ought to be led by him and protect the weak with him while striving to be the ideal creature. He has absolutely no problem expressing this opinion, or any others for that matter, either. To those who openly scorn his vision he will be most antagonistic towards. While he normally won't fight them physically he certainly won't hold back on words or growls and snarls. Basically, there exists five classifications in the blue's mind: Protected, Protector (Follower), Mother, Non-Entity, and Enemy. That is how he sees the world's creatures. He also tends to call them by those titles. For example, His would be Protected Number One and the next weak creature he comes across would be Protected Number Two. His might have a lot of trouble figuring out just who the blue is referring to at any given time.
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Name: Nysania (N-eye-sani-A)
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Rank: Senior Journeyman Healer, Wherhandler
Birthday: October 30th, 2986
Family
Father: Kysan (58)
Mother: Nalania (50)
Brothers: Nysan (33), Kalsan (22) (deceased), Knalan (31)
Sisters: Kysia (28), Kyania (26), Nalysia (23)
Physical Appearance:
Nysania is not the skinny beautiful woman of everyone’s dreams. No in fact the woman is downright chubby. Perhaps bordering on actually fat. Curves? Well yeah she has those, lots of them and massive breasts besides. You’ll never see this woman walking around without a breastband. This isn’t to say that she’s unattractive though. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all and she does have a pleasant face. Oval shaped with a rounded chin. Dark brown hair frames a set of rather pretty almost golden brown eyes. She has a prominent nose which is perhaps just at touch too big and a rather nice smile.
Although by her figure you’d think Nysania hates exercise this is not the case. The woman actually loves to swim and she adores runners. In fact in her leisure time you can often see her riding. Her chubbiness more comes from a intense love of food than any lack of exercise. You see when she grows upset or angry or sad the woman retreats to food for comfort. Much better then the arms of any man surely. She is also surprisingly quick for a chubby woman. Although she is by no means as fast as your average fit person she is by no means some slow plodder. Which is a good thing when your patients need urgent treatment. She is also rather strong and well used to having to restrain rather unwilling patients for treatment.
Nysania always dresses nice, and is never sloppy in appearance. She prefers comfortable loose clothing. Pants and tops, but is not adverse to wearing a dress or two on occasion. She also always wears some type of makeup even if it is only shadow or liner. Over all she carries herself rather nicely and always looks very put together. Nysania’s hair is naturally straight but she likes to curl it in loose bouncing curls. Her hair is often worn loose and she only binds it back while riding or while she is in the infirmary
Personality:
Nysania has always come off as a rather pleasant person. Never really truly happy but seemingly content enough. She takes herself and her work very seriously. She isn’t an easy woman to intimidate but nor is she herself very intimidating. No in fact she comes across as almost motherly to most. She does however demand respect and obedience from those working underneath her. Nysania doesn’t use fear to control those below her instead she attempts to endear them to herself and then uses that as a weapon. Oftentimes just displaying her disappointment in them is enough to warrant that the action is not repeated. However she is not above dismissing someone entirely if they do not perform to her standards. And Nysania has high standards. She demands perfection from herself and thus everyone else is expected to perform accordingly.
Nysania has a not so secret love for physical relationships with males. But as soon as they even start hinting towards anything serious she pulls away. Perhaps strangely however in her work the woman prefers to take on male apprentices rather than females. She does not bed her apprentices either. Just seems to prefer to teach them. Nysania really just does not get terribly close to people if she can help it. She always holds herself just a touch aloof, professional. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have friends however. They just seem kind of few and far between. If you do manage to befriend her though Nysania is very loyal. Her loyalties in fact will always remain solely towards those few close friends too, no matter what. To date her few close friends remain her family and a few of her classmates at healer hall. Nysania also had a not so secret love for children and she is almost completely different around them than adults. With children she tends to be more open and her kindness more genuine.
She has a not so secret love for food and for drink as well although she is very careful with the later. She is only a social drinker and even then not to the extent where it would interfere with her work. Nysania is a professional first and foremost. She also loves runners. Adores them really. Her biggest regret was having to sell her gelding when she transferred to Selenitas. Nysania also dislikes firelizard’s for some reason. The creatures annoy her and she finds them mostly useless. Dragons are simply treated with aloof respect as are whers. She has no great love for the dragons really. Thus why she never dabbled in dragonhealing at all. No she is content to leave that to the other healers and concentrate solely on the human aspect of the job.
History:
2986-3002 Birth, Childhood, Healer Apprentice, Junior Journeyman
Nysania was born at Fort Hold to Masterhealer Kysan and his wife Nalania. She was one of seven children the third born to the pair. From a young age Nysania proved herself to be very independent normally taking it upon herself to make sure things got done. Bossing around her younger and even older siblings was not an uncommon thing for her. Her father’s notoriety in his craft and his station as a teacher at Healer hall meant that the family was quite wealthy. None of them every really having to want for anything. Nysania and her siblings were rather spoiled children in fact. Although their strict upbringing did instill in them a need to act in a way that reflected good upon their father’s name.
At the age of nine Nysania started expressing a desire to learn her fathers craft. Kysan was only too happy to indulge her. After all it was almost a family tradition Kysan’s family had been in the craft for generations and Nysania’s older brother Kalsan was already receiving instruction. Healer Hall welcomed the children just as it welcomed all apprentices. Neither Nysania nor her brother received any favors just because of who their father was. If anything it seemed more was expected of them. The two became extremely close as the toiled and learned together. The sibling bond containing perhaps a spark of rivalry as each tried to outdo the other. Eventually Kalsan walked the tables Nysania following shortly after becoming a Junior Journeyman at sixteen.
3003-3011 Senior Journeyman, Death, Depression
The outside world was something that Nysania never really took much stock in. She heard all the rumors of course. Knew about the dragon wars, the major battles and sieges, each time a Weyrwoman or Weyrleader had been replaced. But those things were of little concern in her world. She accepted them for what they were. Events that although would shape the course of history had little bearing on her life in general. As Nysania grew more and more learned in her craft she began to specialize, her brother and her taking different paths. Although they specialized in different areas the siblings remained close. Nysania herself started to specialize in trauma while her brother took a path in pediatrics. It was about this time that Kalsan was struck by some terrible disease. Similar to the plague that had run it’s course at Selenitas. However this version was more deadly. Nysania could only watch in horror as her brother eventually succumbed to the disease despite the best efforts of his peers. Kalsan had in the end become nothing more than a case study for future students to learn about.
His death hit Nysania hard. However rather than becoming bitter and allowing herself to wallow she used it to strengthen her. Rather than continue on in trauma the woman dropped her work in that area and took a different path studying infectious diseases and ways to treat them. Using her brother’s death as a sort of encouragement, she threw herself into her work quickly showing a knack for creating tonics, medications, and steps to treat and fight such maladies. Nysania was twenty now. Was doing quite well in her craft and was if not happy then content. It was around this time that she also found a love for the men of the hall. Nysania was surprisingly not a shy person when it came to relationships and found a great desire for random flings. Perhaps her brother’s death had instilled within in her a fear of becoming too close to anyone again. But whatever the reason the woman never took a husband. Not even a steady boyfriend. No she was quite content with feeling wanted without needing steady companionship.
Nysania did however hold a not so secret desire for a child. Unfortunately it was not to be. Despite doing everything in her power to become pregnant it never happened. In fact eventually the woman found out that she was indeed barren. This too hit her hard and she began to withdraw from the social life in the Hall. It was about this time she again walked the tables becoming a Senior Journeyman at twenty five.
3012-3015 Stagnation, New Decision
Rather then celebrate her new title Nysania began to work hard at gaining her Masters knots. The woman determined to make something out of her life. As the turns again started to pass Nysania began to find herself in something of a rut, despite being stationed at Fort hold where further knowledge was readily available with the Hall so close. Frustrated and deciding that maybe a change of scenery would do her good she applied for a transfer. Really she didn’t care where she ended up as long as it was new. Perhaps the change would help her.
Current
Then the morning came when she was called to the Master quarters to receive her new assignment. It seemed that Selenitas weyr had just lost one of their prominent healers. The man having passed just a sevenday ago. The Weyrleaders had sent word that they needed a replacement. Although not enthused about having been assigned to a weyr of all places, Nysania accepted the assignment and packed for her trip to the weyr. At any rate it was something new wasn’t it? Perhaps it would help her get out of her rut. Her arrival at the weyr was uneventful although she was met with much suspicion and not exactly the warmest of welcomes. The man she was sent to replace, R’wign, was well known, liked, and as much a part of the infirmary as the air inside it. Despite this Nysania maintained her professional attitude and eventually started to win over at least a few of the staff. At least she had a few acquaintances to turn to for companionship.
Mere weeks into her new position the Weyrhealer ended up at a wher hatching. She was only there to help any that might need medical assistance as maulings were not all that uncommon. Unfortunately it seemed that fate had other plans and during the hatching she was approached by a blue wher who dubbed himself Nyssk after fighting a sibling over her. Although the woman did not initially want the wher she eventually grew to love the creature. Wherling lessons for the pair started soon after. The woman finding it actually rather difficult to balance both her wher and the infirmary at first but quickly falling into a routine. As Nyssk continues to grow, and with her time as a wherling quickly coming to a close, Nysania can now set her sights on slightly less pressing things. All while trying to carve a place for herself amongst the residents of the weyr and finding herself a few friends.
WENT WILD
Wher
Courage Blue
Bonded to: Nysania
Born: 3016
Name: Nyssk
Color: Blue #4B0082 #5A4FCF
Based On: Cave Lion
Physical Appearance:
This wher looks distinctly...purple. The true name for his colour is indigo but all the same, he looks rather unusual compared to most blues. He's not solid a solid shade of this indigo all over his body but the variations are not too great either. The tip of his tail has a darker shade of this colour, and he has odd half and broken stripes on his legs, more so on the back legs than the front. As well as those stripes, he has large rosette markings on his lowers legs and on his sides in a clear iris colour. Curiously, there are none present anywhere else on his body. In fact, that is the extent of his markings.
He has a very sturdy build, capable of a lot of power for a blue. There is quite a lot of muscle packed onto him, though his length allows him to look well filled out rather than bulky or thick. He is also quite large for a blue. He's not quite the size of a brown but he is larger than most blues. He's quite gifted at conserving his stamina and so usually lasts quite some time while doing any strenuous activity. This blue has a square-ish muzzle and head. Actually, he's a bit square-ish all over, though it's most defined on his head. His claws are an especially fearsome part of him. When he chooses to fight all should beware of his wicked sharp claws which he uses excellently. His wings are an average size and a little narrow.
To say this blue moves like a feline is the best description for it. He moves gracefully and with the sense of purpose of a predator. However, none of this grace will come easily at first. He will be incredibly clumsy as a hatchling and prone to much falling. As he grows older he'll gain the proper control over his limbs though. He is not the quickest of blues - he can sprint quickly enough but his speed will very rapidly decrease. He relies on his stamina and power to pull him through things rather than his speed. He's also usually land-bound. He can glide, sure enough, but his narrow wings and considerable weight will always make gliding short and rather pointless in his mind.
Personality:
This blue is without a doubt brave. While he's not fearless, he strongly believes that fears must be faced and overcome through either strength of will or body. He is not one to take ridiculous risks but His will have to be careful to make sure he doesn't push himself too hard in the effort to overcome any pain or physical hardship. He also will not stop in the face of shame or discouragement though they do affect him. He'll almost blindly follow what he believes in despite the opposition of others. His beliefs tend to lean towards protecting the weak (to the point of completely ignoring and/or abandoning the strong) and making everyone face their problems and fears.
Oddly enough, his desire to have others act like him and be courageous is actually caused by narcissism. He genuinely thinks he's the best thing since Mr. Wishbone jokes. This makes him taking a mate pretty much impossible as he'll always love himself the most. If his love was to be divided up, he'd direct five eighths to himself, two to His, and one to any female that might hold his attention at all. So, rather than say he can't take a mate, it's more correct to say not many females would tolerate his lack of attention for them. Also, while he may not love them, any gold (and I do mean any, regardless of species; this will also extend to any other females capable of producing offspring) will be treated with the utmost respect. No, they're not as good as him, but they are the mothers of the draconid world and so he might as well treat them well since they'll produce more brave beings for the world.
If you haven't guessed by now...yes, he does see himself as a leader. All those courageous beings? They ought to be led by him and protect the weak with him while striving to be the ideal creature. He has absolutely no problem expressing this opinion, or any others for that matter, either. To those who openly scorn his vision he will be most antagonistic towards. While he normally won't fight them physically he certainly won't hold back on words or growls and snarls. Basically, there exists five classifications in the blue's mind: Protected, Protector (Follower), Mother, Non-Entity, and Enemy. That is how he sees the world's creatures. He also tends to call them by those titles. For example, His would be Protected Number One and the next weak creature he comes across would be Protected Number Two. His might have a lot of trouble figuring out just who the blue is referring to at any given time.
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