Post by raii on Apr 9, 2010 20:59:02 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name: Karou
Age: 19 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Candidate (Both)
Physical Appearance: Karou has a thick, pinkish-white scar running over her collarbone to underneath her shirt. She is certainly beautiful, but in an intense, almost haunting way. Her skin is almost deathly pale, contrasting her purely black hair. Her eyes are a piercing green, a surprisingly pale color. Her face is somewhat rounded, with a feminine jaw and finely-set cheekbones. She seems very intimidating, maybe even cruel, and her propensity for dark clothing only enhances this. Although her collarbones are prominent under her skin, she is rarely considered boney, though she is somewhat on the thin side. Her height is approximately average, though she is more short than tall. She is rather curvy regardless of her stature.
Personality: Karou is an extremely intelligent young lady, though, quite manipulative (She would say persuasive). She can be described as callous, often armed with a scathing or sarcastic rebuff. She tends to be rather bitter, which can make her seem even more rude and insulting. She is full of disdain, especially for salamandyrs and overly nice people. On a deeper note, she detests sympathy, as well as vulnerability and being ordered around. She has built up a wall, protecting her true emotions (besides, of course, anger) from the world. Her temper is vicious, cruel, and sometimes violent when it reaches its peak. (Unfortunately, she is also a bit of a pyromaniac, so it is advised to give her distance when a candle or such is nearby.) When she is merely annoyed or feels threatened, she has mocking laughter and comments, and is very outspoken.
She loves fire lizards, providing they are relatively quiet when need be and do not make a ruckus. She is also quite a meat lover. She loves feeling strong and having the upper hand, in both fights and arguments. This need for dominance and power goes unfortunately well with her moody, temperamental character. Regardless of her aloof, sometimes condescending attitude, she has a lot of emotional turmoil, hidden pain, and resentment. She rarely allows herself to even think about this, except when she is alone. She’s not exactly the best at coping with her guilt and anger.
She is a skilled singer, and it is her main hobby. She has a soft, haunting soprano. It gives her a feeling of invincibility, elation, and euphoria. When she is happy, she wears an amused smirk, but appears apathetic most of the time. She is incredibly daring, taking risks that most would not. The one thing she fears is the unknown, in nearly any form. She likes to know what is going on, what will happen, and what everything is like without having to experience it first. She certainly doesn’t fear heights of any kind, being graceful and agile enough to never lose balance.
History: Karou was born to a well-respected family in Selenitas Hold. Her mother was a harper, and her father was a weaver. She was the oldest child, having one little sister, Enia. Her mother died in childbirth, and everyone was shocked Enia survived. Depressed, their father slowly began drinking more and more wine. He tried to take care of them, but there’s only so much a sad drunk can do.
Enia was very sick. A small cold could confine her to her bed for weeks. Sometimes, Karou would carry her outside, and walk to her favorite places. It did the child good, and made Karou stronger. Regardless of her efforts, everyone doubted Enia would live to see adolescence. Karou completely took over her father’s job. She taught her sister, who was six years younger, everything she knew.
When Karou was ten, Shmee Impressed. Her father tried and failed to explain the bloodline to her. She acted like she understood and tried to explain it to Enia, who was equally confused, being only four. By the time Shmee was Weyrwoman, both girls understood a little better. When she was fifteen, and Shmee was killed, they understood enough to mourn her loss.
By the time Enia was ten and Karou was sixteen, their father was almost completely removed from their lives. Like Karou, Enia was a talented singer. Karou encouraged her to become a harper. When Enia returned the comment, Karou just shook her head. “That’s your thing, sister,” she’d say. “So get better and achieve your dreams, okay?”
Karou often took Enia on long walks through the woods. They would sing together and pick berried and fruit. They always took the same path, but one day, things went wrong. A large feline emerged from the bushes. Enia and Karou froze as it circled them. Sensing her weakness, it leapt at Enia first, but Karou leaped in front of her, taking some of the damage. Thankfully, a nearby man heard their screams, and drove the feline away.
Both sisters were in critical condition, especially Enia. All treatments were given to both. The wounds were closed up by strong bandages, but Enia couldn’t heal fast enough. Her slow immune system couldn’t seal up the wound or fight off infections. By the time Karou was able to sit up in bed, all hope for Enia was lost. Karou watched her little sister die.
She was left with bitterness, guilt, and a white scar stretching over her collarbone. She distanced herself from everyone she knew, gaining a reputation for negativity, rudeness, and undesirability. People forgot that she’d watched her entire world die at (what she believed) to be her own hands. All people saw was a spoiled, obnoxious teenager. Even all the tension and invasions between Weyrs didn’t gain her concern. Who did she have to protect?
Her father and her few loved ones in the hold hoped to bring back the girl they once knew with her passion. Her father came up to her, and said that he and the other holdfolk wanted her to become a harper. This made her more resentful and angry. She struck her father then, and ignored him whenever he approached her after. She got hope for a happy future when she was eighteen. She was searched, but didn’t Impress. She stood in at every wher and dragon Hatching, but never seemed to Impress.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): None
Queen Only? (Females Only): Don’t really care
Desired Dragon Color: Hmm, whatever
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Both
White Peacock Brown
Name: Deadglow
Impressed to: Karou
Color: C7AC90 Brown
Age: Hatchling
Appearance :
This brown is about average in size for his color. Proportionately he seems normal until you get to his wings. They are positively massive. Looking as if they should belong to a creature twice his size. However unlike his mother he has the musculature to pull off flight with such large appendages. Even if high wind will undoubtedly give him trouble. Due to his large wings flying will be his only mode of transport waking being literally impossible for him. This male will rest by clinging to her bonded or some other object and curling upon it or about it to sleep. Like his siblings the spines ringing his neck are devoid of a frill. However they are a ebon black color and seem to gleam when the light touches them. He will be fond of displaying these spines thinking them quite attractive indeed.
This brown doesn’t even really have the benefit of a handsome color. In fact his hide is pretty much exactly the color of beach sand. The uniform color is broken up by swirls and eddies of a chocolate shade. It almost looks as if someone had inked small vines and swirling patterns over his hide. These ‘vines’ and off shooting swirls travel from his nose tip over his back to wind down his legs to swirl around his tail. His belly being devoid of the chocolate shade being uniform sandy colored. His wing membranes are the same dark chocolate and sport double eyelet markings. His particular markings being almost washed out in color and comprised of a black pupil with a yellow iris ringing it. These markings will also often be flashed solely because he is constantly flying. Which is good for him since most darters will be put off by the strange eye markings.
Personality:
This mandyr isn’t a possessive or clingy sort at all. He prefers to do his own thing and return home for attention and food. His adventures all have a purpose however. You see he is looking for the perfect mate. Unfortunately he seems to be rather confused in that area. Other draconics are completely ignored. In fact his adoration goes to the inanimate objects of the weyr. That’s right. Cups, goblets, peoples clothes, you name it. Anything that for whatever reason strikes his fancy. This mandyr will violently claim such objects. Curling around them to whisper loving words and profess undying devotion. Thankfully he has a very short term memory and frequently falls in love with new objects. Strangely enough it seems as if he thinks he understands these objects. For as many as he claims it also seems as if he can be ‘rejected’ as well. If something ‘rejects’ him he will give a creel of despair and fall into a depression. These depression culminate in clinging to his for comfort and outright refusing to eat. Fortunately for his bonded these depressions can be quickly cured by an offer of a bath. Swimming is the only thing this brown seems to like more than flying and he is good at it as well. Probably because of his over large wings. Where most mandyrs will avoid water like the plague this mandyr adores it. However he will only swim in bathing pools and if the water is warm. The presence of his is also required as well. He will strangely never swim on his own.
For all his quirks and oddities this mandyr does love his bonded. He just kind of conveniently forgets he has one until they are needed. As far as his speech goes it is nothing special. He will frequently mispronounce words or use the wrong one in a situation. It is not that he is unintelligent he just simply does not care to make sense half the time. The only time he ever seems to make sense in fact is when he is speaking to his or one of his ‘mates’. His vocabulary will be about average for a brown and the word love will be a frequent favorite of his. Unsurprisingly if he wins of any runs the female will be forgotten as soon as the deed is done. He seems to almost have blackouts regarding these runs even happened in the first place and any female that seeks to give him attention will be ignored as long as she is not in run lust. Apparently creatures with souls are highly unattractive. Who knew?
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Humans:
Name: Karou
Age: 19 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: Candidate (Both)
Physical Appearance: Karou has a thick, pinkish-white scar running over her collarbone to underneath her shirt. She is certainly beautiful, but in an intense, almost haunting way. Her skin is almost deathly pale, contrasting her purely black hair. Her eyes are a piercing green, a surprisingly pale color. Her face is somewhat rounded, with a feminine jaw and finely-set cheekbones. She seems very intimidating, maybe even cruel, and her propensity for dark clothing only enhances this. Although her collarbones are prominent under her skin, she is rarely considered boney, though she is somewhat on the thin side. Her height is approximately average, though she is more short than tall. She is rather curvy regardless of her stature.
Personality: Karou is an extremely intelligent young lady, though, quite manipulative (She would say persuasive). She can be described as callous, often armed with a scathing or sarcastic rebuff. She tends to be rather bitter, which can make her seem even more rude and insulting. She is full of disdain, especially for salamandyrs and overly nice people. On a deeper note, she detests sympathy, as well as vulnerability and being ordered around. She has built up a wall, protecting her true emotions (besides, of course, anger) from the world. Her temper is vicious, cruel, and sometimes violent when it reaches its peak. (Unfortunately, she is also a bit of a pyromaniac, so it is advised to give her distance when a candle or such is nearby.) When she is merely annoyed or feels threatened, she has mocking laughter and comments, and is very outspoken.
She loves fire lizards, providing they are relatively quiet when need be and do not make a ruckus. She is also quite a meat lover. She loves feeling strong and having the upper hand, in both fights and arguments. This need for dominance and power goes unfortunately well with her moody, temperamental character. Regardless of her aloof, sometimes condescending attitude, she has a lot of emotional turmoil, hidden pain, and resentment. She rarely allows herself to even think about this, except when she is alone. She’s not exactly the best at coping with her guilt and anger.
She is a skilled singer, and it is her main hobby. She has a soft, haunting soprano. It gives her a feeling of invincibility, elation, and euphoria. When she is happy, she wears an amused smirk, but appears apathetic most of the time. She is incredibly daring, taking risks that most would not. The one thing she fears is the unknown, in nearly any form. She likes to know what is going on, what will happen, and what everything is like without having to experience it first. She certainly doesn’t fear heights of any kind, being graceful and agile enough to never lose balance.
History: Karou was born to a well-respected family in Selenitas Hold. Her mother was a harper, and her father was a weaver. She was the oldest child, having one little sister, Enia. Her mother died in childbirth, and everyone was shocked Enia survived. Depressed, their father slowly began drinking more and more wine. He tried to take care of them, but there’s only so much a sad drunk can do.
Enia was very sick. A small cold could confine her to her bed for weeks. Sometimes, Karou would carry her outside, and walk to her favorite places. It did the child good, and made Karou stronger. Regardless of her efforts, everyone doubted Enia would live to see adolescence. Karou completely took over her father’s job. She taught her sister, who was six years younger, everything she knew.
When Karou was ten, Shmee Impressed. Her father tried and failed to explain the bloodline to her. She acted like she understood and tried to explain it to Enia, who was equally confused, being only four. By the time Shmee was Weyrwoman, both girls understood a little better. When she was fifteen, and Shmee was killed, they understood enough to mourn her loss.
By the time Enia was ten and Karou was sixteen, their father was almost completely removed from their lives. Like Karou, Enia was a talented singer. Karou encouraged her to become a harper. When Enia returned the comment, Karou just shook her head. “That’s your thing, sister,” she’d say. “So get better and achieve your dreams, okay?”
Karou often took Enia on long walks through the woods. They would sing together and pick berried and fruit. They always took the same path, but one day, things went wrong. A large feline emerged from the bushes. Enia and Karou froze as it circled them. Sensing her weakness, it leapt at Enia first, but Karou leaped in front of her, taking some of the damage. Thankfully, a nearby man heard their screams, and drove the feline away.
Both sisters were in critical condition, especially Enia. All treatments were given to both. The wounds were closed up by strong bandages, but Enia couldn’t heal fast enough. Her slow immune system couldn’t seal up the wound or fight off infections. By the time Karou was able to sit up in bed, all hope for Enia was lost. Karou watched her little sister die.
She was left with bitterness, guilt, and a white scar stretching over her collarbone. She distanced herself from everyone she knew, gaining a reputation for negativity, rudeness, and undesirability. People forgot that she’d watched her entire world die at (what she believed) to be her own hands. All people saw was a spoiled, obnoxious teenager. Even all the tension and invasions between Weyrs didn’t gain her concern. Who did she have to protect?
Her father and her few loved ones in the hold hoped to bring back the girl they once knew with her passion. Her father came up to her, and said that he and the other holdfolk wanted her to become a harper. This made her more resentful and angry. She struck her father then, and ignored him whenever he approached her after. She got hope for a happy future when she was eighteen. She was searched, but didn’t Impress. She stood in at every wher and dragon Hatching, but never seemed to Impress.
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): None
Queen Only? (Females Only): Don’t really care
Desired Dragon Color: Hmm, whatever
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Both
White Peacock Brown
Name: Deadglow
Impressed to: Karou
Color: C7AC90 Brown
Age: Hatchling
Appearance :
This brown is about average in size for his color. Proportionately he seems normal until you get to his wings. They are positively massive. Looking as if they should belong to a creature twice his size. However unlike his mother he has the musculature to pull off flight with such large appendages. Even if high wind will undoubtedly give him trouble. Due to his large wings flying will be his only mode of transport waking being literally impossible for him. This male will rest by clinging to her bonded or some other object and curling upon it or about it to sleep. Like his siblings the spines ringing his neck are devoid of a frill. However they are a ebon black color and seem to gleam when the light touches them. He will be fond of displaying these spines thinking them quite attractive indeed.
This brown doesn’t even really have the benefit of a handsome color. In fact his hide is pretty much exactly the color of beach sand. The uniform color is broken up by swirls and eddies of a chocolate shade. It almost looks as if someone had inked small vines and swirling patterns over his hide. These ‘vines’ and off shooting swirls travel from his nose tip over his back to wind down his legs to swirl around his tail. His belly being devoid of the chocolate shade being uniform sandy colored. His wing membranes are the same dark chocolate and sport double eyelet markings. His particular markings being almost washed out in color and comprised of a black pupil with a yellow iris ringing it. These markings will also often be flashed solely because he is constantly flying. Which is good for him since most darters will be put off by the strange eye markings.
Personality:
This mandyr isn’t a possessive or clingy sort at all. He prefers to do his own thing and return home for attention and food. His adventures all have a purpose however. You see he is looking for the perfect mate. Unfortunately he seems to be rather confused in that area. Other draconics are completely ignored. In fact his adoration goes to the inanimate objects of the weyr. That’s right. Cups, goblets, peoples clothes, you name it. Anything that for whatever reason strikes his fancy. This mandyr will violently claim such objects. Curling around them to whisper loving words and profess undying devotion. Thankfully he has a very short term memory and frequently falls in love with new objects. Strangely enough it seems as if he thinks he understands these objects. For as many as he claims it also seems as if he can be ‘rejected’ as well. If something ‘rejects’ him he will give a creel of despair and fall into a depression. These depression culminate in clinging to his for comfort and outright refusing to eat. Fortunately for his bonded these depressions can be quickly cured by an offer of a bath. Swimming is the only thing this brown seems to like more than flying and he is good at it as well. Probably because of his over large wings. Where most mandyrs will avoid water like the plague this mandyr adores it. However he will only swim in bathing pools and if the water is warm. The presence of his is also required as well. He will strangely never swim on his own.
For all his quirks and oddities this mandyr does love his bonded. He just kind of conveniently forgets he has one until they are needed. As far as his speech goes it is nothing special. He will frequently mispronounce words or use the wrong one in a situation. It is not that he is unintelligent he just simply does not care to make sense half the time. The only time he ever seems to make sense in fact is when he is speaking to his or one of his ‘mates’. His vocabulary will be about average for a brown and the word love will be a frequent favorite of his. Unsurprisingly if he wins of any runs the female will be forgotten as soon as the deed is done. He seems to almost have blackouts regarding these runs even happened in the first place and any female that seeks to give him attention will be ignored as long as she is not in run lust. Apparently creatures with souls are highly unattractive. Who knew?
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.