Osnat of Blue Perienmoth

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OSNATofBLUE PERIENMOTH

Age 25 ☞ February, 2998
Gender Female
Sexual Orientation Unsure/Bisexual?
Rank Bluerider
Physical Appearance

There is nothing incredibly interesting to say about Osnat. She is not one to possess any rare beauty nor does she attract anything in the way of negative attention for that matter. A bit rough around the edges, she is the type that would benefit greatly from a little bit of upkeep, but instead chooses to be unkempt, her straw-colored hair taking the brunt of her negligence. Wavy and beach combed, it is a mop of odd blonde - a shade of sun bleached sandalwood with darker roots sticking out startlingly at the part - with a sauvage cut that is tattered with split ends, ultimately stopping somewhere around her collar bone. The girl typically sports a set of equally fussed bangs that graze along her thin and hardly arched dark eyebrows. Suspiciously manicured they are in comparison to rest of her appearance, and in tandem with the strong cheekbones, prominent nose, and her honey-hued, catty eyes - her one mark of elegance - the girl is left with a distinctly severe look despite the relative aura of calm that her posture and dress exude.

Being of a decidedly average height for a woman, and build for that matter, with the requisite if subtle curves sticking out from the unshakably solid appearance of her musculature, Osnat is still hard to mistake for anything but a young woman. Not that she was consciously hiding the fact, but the casual clothing she dons, loose as it is, is of a unisex look and it along with that inking of an anchor that resides on her upper right arm, squelches girly frou frou sensibilities. Wearing handmade, seashell jewelry brings back a softer touch, and suggests vaguely her oceanside past, but either way she is always self assured, and without any delusions. It is not uncommon to see the girl in the most comfortable of positions, weight missing from her shoulders, and laxly leaning against whatever or whoever is closest for support with what seems to be an indelible grin. Those lips can easily break open into a knowing wide smile. She is simply what she is: a tomboyish sort of girl whose utter apathy for all things feminine is in fact her biggest charm.

Personality

So utterly unrefined this one is that it is a wonder she was ever able to survive hold life. Osnat knows not anything about social graces, especially that of dealing with other women. Skills which at this point in her life she should have down and pat, were lost or never acquired as a result of being such a firm member of the boys club. It's not that she doesn't try though. Oh no, the blank stares often exchanged between herself and her own sex are not a conscious sort of shunning, but a complete lack of familiarity. Playing the games of passive aggressive manipulation and engaging in the regular gossip mills of the lower caverns - which she, whether correctly or not, views as the typical conduct of girls her age - are all acts that not only fail to appeal, but go far and over her head, for she is without doubt, too blunt and forthcoming to be underhanded. In fact, if she doesn't say it herself, then it is easy to read on her face the immediate like or dislike she has for an idea, person, or thing. Luckily, she is confident enough in herself to be rather unvexed by her own emotional nudity.

She is actually confident to the point of being blasé about most things. The girl is eternally calm and relaxed with her shoulders at ease and voice in a husky unhurried tone. Life for her is a very simple thing, and each day is to be taken accordingly. As a comfort creature, great pleasure is taken in little things like cookies or a midday nap... sitting around after chores with her friends. Still, it is a rarity to see her get overly excited about anything, which would in turn cause people to mistake her for being bored, if it was not for the break of her laugh. It is not a coy nor bashful one, save the last ditch efforts to cover her mouth, but hiding behind her hands is usually a far too belated act with the way her chortles roll out remorselessly. While being utterly frank and true as she is, she finds no fault in expressing her amusement, despite the fact that it usually stems from some of the lowest forms of humor such as daredevil antics, people getting hurt or even a fart joke.

Outside of the requisite reading, writing, and math, it is obvious she took in little of the lessons required of her. Especially those surrounding formalities and politeness. In her mind, talking with her mouth full, bumping fists with the guys, or wearing the same socks for days at a time are all so common place that it never occurs to her that what she is doing is not what is expected of a young lady. She certainly could learn a thing or two from the attempts to feminize her, some subtlety would do her wonders no doubt, but as long as she finds more familiarity in the company of men she oh so loves to push around, there is probably little that will change her dirty, foul mouthed ways.

History

Osnat was searched out of Big Bay Hold, by way of Tillek, but perhaps that is getting a little far ahead. Born into a fishing family, as led by the family patriarch and Masterfisherman Oskgar, she was the first girl and last child of their clan. Her mother Nautli, as stubborn as she was, conceived time and time again in the hopes of having a girl, and after four boys, finally had her wish granted in February of 2998, though at the price of her own life. It was not uncommon for the region to have it's share of winter colds and Nautli had caught the worst of one not long after Osnat's birth. The little girl then, was left to be raised by a gaggle of sailors with the intermittent influence of old aunties to draw upon. The latter of which was pushed away with greater fervor as the girl gained her sealegs and insisted on spending increasing amounts of time on and around the ocean. Even in adolescence it was obvious that if she could not herself board the ships for their long voyages, she was going to be an obnoxious stable of the docks themselves, eager and willing to mend nets or help clean and gut the latest catch.

It was acceptable enough behavior as a child, who would begrudge a kid for wanting to get their hands dirty... that is after all what they did. It was however, as she approached her teenage years, that problems began arising. Changing gears to learn the life of a proper lady and good wife was simply not on her list of things to do. It did not at all help when she had already assimilated into the world of her next oldest sibling Ogaurt. Being only 18 months older than herself it was easy to adopt him as a friend just as much as a brother, and she was absorbed into his circle of friends - most of which were of low social standing, to Oskgar's dismay. Among them was the shiphand turned apprentice Ivaylo who had the big dreams of captaining his own ship someday. Having grown a liking for Osnat throughout the turns of their friendship, he often fancied having her on his fantasy ship despite the fact that at fifteen turns old she was promised to be another man's wife.

Osnat's life has always been something of a series of accidents however... some happy and some not. When her attempts to thwart her own marriage to a middle aged holder by the name of Sonderen proved to be fruitless - her attempts at dressing like a sailor in her intended's presence, the lewd behavior, and even the mark of an anchor on her arm she gritted her teeth through did little to scare the man off as he explained, "marks can be covered and behavior can be solved by hand" - fate had a way of solving her problem for her. Ever since a new Lord stepped in at Tillek Hold proper, riots began to flare up like unruly flames, one of which caught Sonderen under it's stampeding feet before his wedding date with Osnat. News of this reached the now sixteen turn old while her father was again out to sea, and so she was quick to conspire with Ivaylo. He was about to turn eighteen himself, and offered to stowaway Osnat with him on the small fishing smack that his uncle was taking out to Nerat for the good fishing the sea there had been providing as of late. A half-baked plan, that was for sure, but nonetheless it was the one that they carried out. She might not have been as in love with the young man, as he was with her, but they both shared the same love for the sea.

That spring, Osnat sailed away with her beau on the long trip to Nerat. It was something of an ill-fated trip. By day she pretended to be a boy, a rather difficult cover, and one that was falling apart as they sailed along the Great Western Current. Eventually Ivaylo as well as a faction of the boat knew her identity and it became a nightly mission to dodge the advances of some of the sex crazed and lonely crew. When it became increasingly obvious that this was not only an un-needed strain on her juvenile relationship with her sweetheart, but an almost impossible task - Osnat was overwhelmed having never faced such unwanted attention in the safety of the port - their fishing ship hit a hiccup rounding the northern tip of Ista Island. Thrown off coarse by an unruly current, their weather beaten vessel took unexpected harbor at Big Bay Hold. By this point the ship was divided and bitter over what some of the fishermen considered to be poor leadership, Osnat's cover was thrown in the finger pointing. How could any good captain let his nephew bring along women out onto the sea? Furthermore, she was a master-fisher's daughter, and therefore a source of further controvery. Upset in the manner many Tillekians managed to be, one man managed to grab ahold of the girl, and dump her overboard.

Stranded as she was, she realized her complete and total folly. At the minor, out of the way seahold, the girl was left to drudgery as she waited over a turn for Ivaylo... or perhaps even her father to come and save her. Instead, she was found by what she thought was a Benden Rider who was in all actuality a Wastelander searching the backwaters of his former territory for rare gems that hadn't been snatched up by his former associates - the Southerners were making far too emotional, scatterbrained candidates after all, and it was time to find something more hardy - and so the greenrider came across the fisherman's daughter. Osnat was hesitant about the unlikely encounter for multiple reasons however. First of all, her best bet on being returned home was to stay in one place and wait... or at least that is what basic survival had always taught. Secondly, her knowledge of dragons were limited at best, but she was vaguely aware that they engaged in war and have been her entire life, and while rough and tumble, she still wasn't exactly confrontational. Her initial responses were all nos. The rider though had struck a deal with her that he could not uphold. If she were to stand and fail then he would return her to Tillek, but should she succeed then she would have a dragon, and wouldn't miss her home anyway. It took some enticing, but she eventually agreed to the arrangement, and was swept away to... Selenitas. Or at least a Wasteland controlled Selenitas. Not what she was expecting in the least, and as a result thinks of her searchers as being nothing more than kidnappers and liars making her a most unhappy camper as she settled into the Southern Weyr. In fact it was a pretty rough start having met the giant Cainith in the jungle and offending his strange mandyr pet she mistook for a demon.

Little did she know she was going to find herself bonded to one of those things, but not before surviving both an earthquake, and Impressing to Blue Perienmoth. While the former literally shook her world and had her suddenly united with these Burimyian exiles that she had heard so much about, Impression hit her emotionally like a freight train. She never expected to bond to a dragon, and she definitely didn't know she was going to match up with some sort of weird white knight of a creature. All in all weyrlinghood was a weird time as a whole. In a new place - once again - she clashed with her roommate Lilu to the point of being separated, and managed to make friends only with Au'st and her gold salamandyr Leviathan, though even then friend is a very loose concept. Worst of all however was the fact that the woman knew that she would never ever go home, or enjoy the life at sea every again. Of course she could fly now, but being hidden away in Selenitas was hard to cope with when more than anything she wanted to see the shores of Tillek again. The height of the war was upon them though, and little did she know that her chance may come sooner than later.

As for her part, she had nothing to do with the war that was being waged. Her class as a whole worked with Threadfall and that was for the best when it came to her and Perienmoth. As quick to battle he would be, she was never exactly privy to the fighting. Oh she could scrap with the best of them, but why would she want to? Like a sleeping bear she was always one that needed to be directly provoked. The only real poke in the gut she received from the whole situation was the splitting of the people and the weyrs. Inverness, apparently was going to be something altogether new, built by the hands of dragonriders like herself, and the last thing she wanted was to lose the small sense of security she was receiving from finally settling in at Selenitas. So rising to the challenge the woman worked out a plan to keep at least one friend by her side when the time came to split people up. She grabbed herself a weyrmate.

Well sort of.

She was more than willing to call Au'st one and he didn't have any arguments, bringing the two together into a strange symbiosis, leeching off of each other and playing the couple in order to survive the new surroundings of Inverness together. So far, it has proven to work out. For the most part anyway.

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Name Perienmoth
Age 6
Color Blue #4D4DFF; #c7f5ff



Physical Appearance

A brilliant Blue, like the ice in a Northern Glaciers, Perienmoth is a very handsome color indeed. He even glistens. Yes, glistens, as if he were made of slowly melting frozen water. He does not shine like the metalics, but there is a noticeable difference when he steps into the sunlight. Though half the time, most people will convince themselves that their eyes were playing tricks in the light. A thick stripe of a lighter, whiter blue travels from the tip of his nose, down his neck, then branches off to run up and down the leading edge of his wings. The main stripe though does not end where it branches, in fact it continues down his back in a straight line, slowly getting thinner as it inches on. It deviates only when it reaches the fork in his tail where it divides again. If one was to observe the stripe from an aerial view, his markings look oddly like that of a sword. He does have one more set of markings though, perhaps odd in contrast to all of the bright colors that make up his hide. Dark Blue, almost black, strips line the bottoms of his eyes. Very much like the eyeliners that some women wear, only thicker, on one side and with small flares on either corner.

Although he's not particularly small for his color, neither is he a huge male that looks something like a broad chested barrel. No, Perienmoth is made out of packed muscle and because he has a very high metabolism, he has very little fat on him at all. The Blue can eat and eat and eat, but never gain weight, which in the long run means His will have to watch exactly how much he does consume. Just because he wont get fat, doesn't mean he can't get a tummy ache from over eating. His wings are neither long, nor short, but are somewhere comfortably in the middle. The same goes for his body, although... the way he holds himself sometimes makes him seem taller or longer than he actually is. Short, but incredibly sharp white talons tip his feet and long canines peak out from under his upper lip. And, like the rest of his clutch, Perienmoth has the tough skin plating. Icy blue like his stripe, the "armor" he sports cascades from under his chin and covers every thing from the front of his throat to down between his back legs. Covering the soft portions of his underside and leaving only the bottom half of his tail free of the tough skin.

Personality

Unwavering loyalty. If a Dragon could be wholly described with two words, let it be none other than Perienmoth. His dedication to the Weyr is perhaps astounding in its resoluteness, never will this Blue be swayed to other lines of thought by Dragon or Human. He is stubborn, working at skills and abilities until he comes as close to perfection as he can, always aware that even he has limitations. He will never be stubborn to a fault, no, he has too much common sense for that. Therein, he will neither burn himself out nor work himself silly when it comes down to it. Because he does have that stubborn streak, many will find that his fuse is short and the Blue's capacity for patience is large. This extends to all things, whether it be something he himself is working on, or something he is helping another with. Perienmoth is encouraging, rarely ever saying anything that may construe as condescending or patronizing. Except, perhaps, in jest on the practice field. Camaraderie is something highly prized by this Blue.

Perienmoth does not take to bullying lightly, nor can he stand by idly when there is an obvious underdog. He will offer help to the weaker one or the "underdog", whether it be physical, mental or emotional. For the Blue would never purposely try to encroach on another dragon's pride. And, while on the topic of helpfulness... he is highly protective of females. If he believes that the female can not take care of herself, he will almost always step in to assist. While when it comes down to flights, the Blue believes the most exciting and wild flights are the ones that are worth his time. The snappier the female the better, taming a shrew is far more exhilarating than catching a docile Green. It would not be far a stretch to call Perienmoth sexist... but just don't call him that to his face. It would insult his honor, and insulting a Dragon's honor is like throwing a kidskin glove at his feet. Prepare to have him defend his honor.

Name Leviathan
Species Salamandyr
Color Gold ~ Base coloration: [CDAD00], Eye spot: [8B7500], Half frill: [800000]
Age 6 - May 3017



Physical Appearance

The first thing you will notice about this queen is her size. Upon maturity she will measure nose to tail tip just a touch smaller then most small green firelizards. Which means that she is massive for a salamandyr. This female has obviously taken after her dam in size. In fact upon reaching maturity she will be just slightly smaller then mother in over all size and length. Making her the second largest mandyr on Pern and unavailable as a mate to any mandyr color besides bronze or at best a very large brown. However in build this queen does not resemble her more bulky mother at all. This gold is muscular but not overly so, carrying slightly more of a feminine build then a masculine one complete with an elegantly tapered head and large alluring eyes. Fully functional wings grace her back and she will be able to fly just a well, though she thinks better, then most firelizards. The most unique part of her appearance is the frill that rings her head. Unlike her dam, who sports sharpened tines with no membrane, or her sire, who sports a full frill, this gold sports exactly half of a frill. Upon full extension the left side of her frill has brilliant maroon red membrane spanning between ebon black tines while the right side has only the sharpened tines without the membrane spanning between them.

In coloration she is simply stunning. Her hide is a dark almost antique gold coloration the shade lacking no shine or vibrancy. In direct sunlight the metallic quality to her hide in fact is almost blinding. Only a few markings break up the pure gold color of her hide. A large perfect spot almost looks like it was painted over her left eye, the color being a darker gold almost edging towards bronze. Her wing membranes are also this same goldish tinted bronze shade while the membrane of her frill is a deep maroon red. All in all she certainly presents a quite stunning appearance.

Personality

Unlike her dam, who tends to be more often sweet then anything else, this gold is a complete tyrant. She is regal, demanding, dominating, and can be rather nasty even towards hers when the mood suits her. She suffers from no delusions that she is anything other then a queen. And not just any queen but the best queen. She will not accept no as an answer when she desires something and abuses her power of control over other mandyrs frequently. On the plus side she does not use physical aggression to get what she wants nor will she ever raise tooth or claw against her bonded or someone else. That kind of barbarian like action is far beneath her. Besides why should she bite when she has slaves to perform such unsavory actions for her?

The only thing that is keeping this female from complete domination over all of her species is the golden mandyrs that were born before her, especially her dam. For their commands will always override hers for as long as they are alive. This however does not stop the gold from constantly trying to claim what she views as hers by birthright. She possesses an intelligence on par with other golds and is quite verbose. She speaks quite well even if she’s if not always completely grammatically correct. She has little use nor love for firelizards in general, believing them to be inferior and below her, but nor will she go out of her way to hassle them as long as they keep to their own devices. If she can rope them into being slaves to her whims though she will not turn up her nose at some interaction.

In matters of mating only a bronze will do, though a particularly large brown would be large enough to mate with her should he manage a catch. This gold will never allow herself to be caught by a firelizard nor will she even allow them to participate in her runs. In the heat of runlust will be the only time when she may become angry enough to raise tooth or claw against another. Once she has picked her mate this gold will likely mate for life. Beware however bronzes. If you win her affections you will become not partner but slave to her every whim, command, and wish and will be subject to her abuses far more often then others of her kin. The line between love and hate is very thin with this beauty. Paper thin in this case. Though you may be able to waylay her temper with frantic words of loving adoration and many shiny gifts. Maybe.

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