Raebeli of Green Quixoth

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RAEBELIofGREEN QUIXOTH

Age 29? ☞ October, 2993
Gender Female
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Rank Greenrider ☞ Journeywoman and Resident Mindhealer Extraordinaire
Physical Appearance

A Frankenstein monster would be a little harsh of a term, but a pastiche she is; all of the most favored traits of her mother's lovers pieced together into a bright eyed girl, her patchwork design nearly runs the risk of not making sense. Petite is the one thing she inherited from her mother, but she got another's stretched out limbs and spidery fingers and an odd little figure from who knows where - pear shaped almost, a little wider in the hips as opposed to blessed in the bust. Like her stature, her hair at one time followed suit - bobbed for practicality - but has since grown out since arriving in the South. By far the chocolate tresses are long enough for a messy ponytail or more commonly a feminine bun twisted around the back of her head with plenty of wavy dark brown hair falling out of the ties in chunks. Her bangs are a light fringe that grazes along her eyebrows (those very lines of expression which are seemingly arched in perpetual perkiness).

Raebeli might actually be called, "cute as snot". She squints when she smiles, and she smiles BIG, almost overpowering her little heart shaped face. Fortunately she has a pretty enough set of teeth, straight and white, but more importantly, her smile is genuine and hardly forced. As if this wasn't sickeningly sweet enough she has a little nose with a straight bridge and blue eyes as clear as the summer sky for an added splash of color against rose-tinged fair skin. It is all enough to hide the little flaws she has picked up along the way. The little white pockmark scars acquired on the back of her hands and neck are but trifles and bits of character when so easily obscured by that nearly radiant aura that seems to ooze from her pores.

She is distinctly feminine even when forced into practical attire. She is loathe to give up skirts, she has a collection of them embroidered or dyed, cut at the calves and paired with her footwear of choice: clunky clogs of suede. She obviously has no reservations with showing off a little leg from time to time and when forced into breeches she wears them cuffed up like she is ready to stomp around in the shallows of a lake at a moments notice. Regardless she has a plethora of accessories to play with ranging from bangles and necklaces to all of the most fashionable headwear including her prized comb gifted to her from the closest of her friends. Raebeli being the bohemian she is, is unafraid to mix and match until she attains her... unique look.

Personality

A personality? Ah yes, there is one past that collection of quirks, but lets sort those out first while we're on the subject. She's deathly afraid of tunnel snakes, she is not only frugal but a master haggler, she hums to herself whenever she walks alone, she has a vicious sweet-tooth, she collects trinkets - the kitschier the better, she bounces on her tip toes when excited, and she snorts when she laughs.

She has a very defined philosophy on life. Not everything can work, she knows this, but it is ever important to keep your head up and keep going. It is this form of optimism that she tries so hard to instill in others, because deep down, she really cares, why else would she go to such lengths to pursue her craft? She has been thrown some harsh words along the way, and in her younger turns she might have been more prone to tears and melodramatics, but in the hall she learned to toughen her skin and shrug the meaner comments off, or at least shroud her true feelings better.

Raebeli ardently tries to be a good listener, often with eye contact and a cocked head, nodding along to everything her patients or friends are saying. She is more than happy to serve up advice - whether you want it or not - and often giving her own armchair psychologist diagnosis of the situation. So she might get a little carried away in conversation, but even if chatty she does it in an ever sweet voice; soft, lifting at the ends and hardly ever raised in anger. Perhaps it is a bit of harper eloquence inherited from her father, but she is very calculated on everything she says, often using frilly words to hide the harshness of what the truth may be. Despite the fact that she is a champion of such sayings as "right makes might" and "the truth will set you free", she also completely shies away from hurting anyone's feelings. This often proves to be quite the problem for someone who is expected to heal emotional maladies, and she is forced to tip toe the line between politeness and honesty, and often times failing.

Raebeli, seems to be a set of contradictions. Despite being intuitive and smart, the casual observer would mistake her bubbliness and energy for vapidness, and her apparent passivity belies her inner chutzpah. For as feminine as she can be she seeks companionship in men more than in her own sex, tending to go along and encourage the antics of boys in the hopes of endearing herself to them. She wants nothing more than to full fill a girlish dream and be swept off of her feet though she will never be caught admitting it. Luckily both Impressing a dragon and falling for her very own "brownrider in shining armor" has stemmed the flow of her almost constant daydreams and fantasies by grounding her and reminding her that the world is very much what she makes of it - what use is it to space out when she have made Pern her own slice of Heaven?

History

Peraele always hoped that her past wouldn't come back to haunt her, but Raebeli was the ghost of every scorned man the woman ever bedded. As Raebeli grew up it was apparent, she had Anton's hair, Kohli's eyes, Maginn's rosy cheeks. There was even a little of Master Harper Camlin in her, it was those long fingers - which scared Peraele most of all, but Raebeli was very much Journeyman Broli's child, and despite Peraele's reputation he believed her, he married her after all, and she had settled down right?

Turns before Peraele had slept her way into the Harper Hall. Of course that wasn't her plan, she set out to do it the honest way, and wow everyone with her musical skills, but when that didn't pan out she turned to fullfilling favors for the hall's men including Master Camlin. She didn't want this, it was degrading, she couldn't justify it. She settled for marrying the one of the hall's rising stars - Journeyman Broli - and hoped that she could play second fiddle; backing up the man in little duets, never walking the tables, and living vicariously through her children.

It would have been easier if she had a bunch of boys. A girl like Raebeli would be doomed to the same fate as her mother if not worse, the thing was growing up naive and bubbily, something pretty and easy to break. Peraele might have been a bit...unreceptive to her daughter, a little weary of how she dredged up the past, but she had a heart and knew the harper hall would never be the place for her. This is a fact that Broli knew as well, and it tore him up. She had those fingers for harp playing even if she didn't have her mother's voice, and she was sharp and personable, it was such a shame to see it go to waste. Broli was a very doting father, and only wanted the best (and Raebeli was going up to be something of a daddy's girl).

Raebeli was endlessly curious, she was the child that always asked, "Why?" So it was unsurprising when she would inquire about more taboo subjects like the war between Fort and Benden Weyrs, still she was given euphemistic answers in the hope that she would grow out of this little phase. She never did. By the time she was thirteen turns old she was morbidly fascinated with the injured that came through Fort's healer hall. Raebeli's frequent visits did not go un-noticed by her parents or the staff at the healer hall who had taken her under wing and taught her to set broken bones and make poultices. This was fine with Peraele, it kept her away from the harper hall and certain "personalities" that would be no good for the young girl. When the girl was fourteen Broli lobbied for his girl to take up an apprenticeship. Raebeli couldn't be happier with the results.

At first.

It was one thing, she realized, to fix someone's physical maladies. It was another all together to fix what was going on in someone's mind. Those who weren't injured by the war were still scarred by the things they saw, and it was in Raebeli's nature to try and get to the bottom of everything. Making a point to talk (or at least attempt) to every broken or dragonless rider that came for aid gained her a great deal of flak. She was excused as being nothing more than a meddling, chatty girl, and should really get back to work on those stitches. Something useful. Raebeli was hardly dissuaded, and besides, she was decent across the board how could it hurt to dabble in some mindhealing? The lead mindhealer at the hall took a liking to Raebeli, and by the time she had walked the tables at age 19, she was spewing her own pop psychology on an unready public, and sometimes being labelled a quack.

Most of the masters began to think that this was rather annoying. How can we get rid of her? It shouldn't be too hard, with the fresh new rank of Journeyman she would be expected to be deployed out into the world, but it would be almost cruel to give her to some backwater hold. Not cruel to Raebeli, but for those poor farmers! They wouldn't know what to do with her. It became apparent, and a rather amusing prospect, that she should be given to Selenitas Weyr. She would certainly have plenty to deal with there. And so it turned into another case of Raebeli being extremely excited...for now.

She wasn't oblivious to Selenitas turmoil, but she didn't nearly understand the scope. Benden attack she was aware of, and egg theft attempt, sure. It was all horrible and vexing, but she soon realized that she didn't really even know the half of it. Luckily she wasn't alone, within the first days of her arrival in the South she had managed to meet her first of many friends, the young harper Dmitri who had the great honor of helping her hatch a darter egg in her panty drawer... and this is not even an exaggeration.

Its safe to say that Raebeli began her life of adventure. Sure, there was work amongst it all, and she did her best to heal the wounds of all who were willing to come see her. Admittedly more people than not were exceptionally leery of her and frankly had no desire for the ramblings of a little nymph girl, but the public opened up and she came to screen most of the candidates that came to stand for clutches, and definitely all of them that were... just a tad different. She was always ever so delighted to clear the candidates for the sands even if she herself never had any intention of Impressing anything herself. Cap'n - her darter who grew up into a very, very big monster of a bird - was a big enough handful and he wasn't even linked to her head. If anything she was some what discouraged from the whole prospect of dragonriding since it would so intrinsically involved her in the war between the weyrs, a reality that set in with the attack by Fort.

It did not stop her from attending the hatchings of course...babies of all kinds are adorable after all! She was completely unbiased in her species preferences as well, watching firelizards, mandyrs, and whers (especially whers considering her handler harem she amassed) hatch as well as the dragons, but never did this result in any sort of bond. Or that was until statistical probability caught up with her. Considering she was so liked the the night creatures, it had never occurred to her a dragon would look her way much less climb into the stands for her, but that is exactly was Quixoth did, chiding her for hiding up there while she was at it. So it was that the woman found herself a weyrling at 21 turns of age, and what a strange time indeed to be a weyrling. Within months the happy new dragon smell wore off, and quickly, with the sudden take over of Selenitas by the Wastelanders.

It was exactly this situation she had wanted to avoid. With a dragon she was expected, or rather forced into the war by the Wastelanders. Luckily hand to hand combat was not in her immediate future despite how adept she was at pummeling her dear friend Demi. While Quixoth often complains, to this day even, that drills are not nearly strenuous, hard, or complicated enough (not surprising for such a competitive green as herself), Threadfall and triage are at very least better tasks for the mindhealer's conscience, and it is exactly in this capacity that the woman stayed and excelled in. The Wastelanders, she noticed, seemed to leave her alone as long as she was hard at work, and as such she seemed to have little interaction with any of the lot of them. Fine by her - avoiding friendship with those strange ducks seemed to keep her guilt free and less conflicted as she focused on the memories of those friends who were left to exile.

When hope was oh so close to drying up however, and even she began to give up on the chance of seeing the escapees, the planet itself seemed to react (in her oh so humble estimation anyway) and buckled under itself. Selenitas began to crumble in an earthquake and she was caught in the midst of it. Although she came out alive, she was also a bit more battered and bruised than she would have liked from it - rocks had crumbled upon her curled and cowering body to leave a few battle scars to tell the tale. All worth it however, for when the dust seemed to settle, there was one major perk: the long lost Selenites who had escaped the Wasteland attack were there to save the day and offer them a home in their secret hiding spot.

Things started to improve for her from there out. Despite being beaten and bruised by the earthquake, a certain brownrider managed to look beyond that. Not long after being reunited with the rest of the old infirmary members, she began to be courted by E'rro, the strange rider whom she often bothered and needled about his aversion to touch. While for the longest time she assumed that he thought her as nothing more than "Meadowlark" it appeared that he honestly liked her, and endless excited by the thought of being admired, it didn't take long at all for the feeling to become mutual. Nature walks and runner rides were wonderful, and built upon the general feeling of a story book ending. She very much imagined that she could live happily ever after, but with Selenitas gearing up to bring an end to the war, E'rro suddenly became more than a little bit elusive to her. When he was around it was always some kind of new injury or sour face. Eventually much to her dissatisfaction the two of them broke up. She tried to rationalize it sure... it was in her nature to do so... and she had herself convinced that she would soon be busy too with more infirmary responsibilities as her E'rro stepped out to do his work as a wingleader and council member. After all, even if she wasn't fighting, she had her own share of work to do.

When the war ended along with the following Summit, the greenrider knew that for now she could be content in staying where she was. There had been the risk of course that she was going to be sent away to some hold... the Summit had some strange ideas about the role of crafters, but she remained at Selenitas as one of the resident healers in charge. It was about this time that E'rro had come to her with his profuse apologies, and the two of them reconciled, much to her delight. Even better was that by 3022, the man had asked her to move in together as weyrmates at last. Finally, Raebeli thought, she could get back to her silly little fantasies of being together and happy for ever and ever... even as unlikely as such a prescription probably is.

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Name Quixoth
Age 8
Color Green #C8DACE

Physical Appearance

Quixoth is tiny. Full-grown, she’ll end up as one of the smallest dragons in the Weyr, although an extra length to her tail will probably ensure she’s never the smallest. Despite her lack of size, though, Quixoth is nicely built. Hers is not a slender whiplash frame, though; Quixoth is on the heavier side. Her excess weight will likely all be muscle, given her competitive drive (if anything, Hers will have to restrain her from exercising, not encourage it). However, her neck slims out near the top, ending in a very elegant head with a concave profile – proof that she is, indeed, muscular and not chubby.

‘Graceful’ is not a word that could accurately be used to describe Quixoth. Rather, ‘efficient’ would be the best adjective. Each motion is calculated carefully to get somewhere, and honestly, Quixoth couldn’t care less if she bounces up and down or looks like she’s about to fly straight into something. For the most part, she does pull it off with some semblance to proper form, be it walking or flying or even swimming, but it’s more of a happy accident than deliberate.

A very pale shade of jade green, is Quixoth. In fact, she resembles jade in that she has a particular gleam when she moves, too, soft enough to go unnoticed for the most part, but definitely there. One just has to look for it, a definite sign of good health. Though her hide has more than a slight tinge of gray to it, and is light enough to look simply off-white, elegant dark jade lines twine up her legs, fading around her shoulders and flanks, making her ‘true’ color plain to behold – if her size didn’t make it obvious enough that she could never be anything but green.

Such a driven creature as Quixoth shouldn’t really need any assets, but she received them, nonetheless (but pity the one that ever implies they’re necessary to her). She has extraordinary vision at night – not quite as crystal-clear as that in the daylight, but certainly more than clear enough to allow her to fly without trouble and possibly go between, if it’s a risk Hers is willing to take.

Personality

Pride without arrogance; romance without dreaminess; determination without aggression. A series of contradictions is, at first, what seems to make up much of Quixoth. Certainly the green isn’t a shallow creature in any sense of the word. Definitely intelligent, Quixoth typically makes lovely company with a cheerful sense of humor. She’s certainly not lacking in confidence, nor in drive; she’ll throw herself at every challenge and enigma that comes her way, and adores any kind of puzzle. That includes dragons and people, too; Quixoth loves trying to ‘figure out’ body language and how people tick.

But Quixoth could never be described as insensitive, either. She’s adept at picking up near-invisible signals that most would overlook completely, and she can certainly tell when her presence isn’t welcome. That isn’t to say that she’ll leave, if she feels that whoever it is needs her company, but she’ll know nonetheless. Very empathetic, Quixoth is a loyal, sympathetic friend at all times, to whomever might be in need of someone to tell secrets to (and she’ll never repeat them unless it’s necessary), a shoulder to cry on, or just something to take their mind off of boredom.

Quixoth does, however, have a temper, something that can be triggered only by pushing certain buttons. For one, this green, in spite of (or perhaps because of) her size, insists that anything males can do, greens can do, too, and probably better. Therefore, despite the fact that Quixoth loves the idea of having a permanent-mate, most attempts at flirting, unless it appeals to her intelligence instead of her beauty, will be rejected harshly. If they wouldn’t say it to another male, she’s not interested in hearing it! Likewise, she’ll often throw herself into challenges too complex or difficult for a creature of her size; Hers will be hard-pressed to talk her out of something once Quixoth makes up her mind.

Name Cap'n
Species Predatory Darter
Gender Male
Age 10

Physical Appearance

Though at hatching it is hard to tell, this avian is one that will be very large, with a wingspan rivaling the length of a grown man’s arm and long tail feathers. He possesses a sharp, angled beak clearly designed for ripping and tearing through flesh and just one glance at his talons is enough to send shivers down the spines of fire lizards everywhere. In adulthood, he will be an impressive sight to behold, all fine angles and streamlined grace, flawless in the air and with a natural gift for drops that will make descending upon unsuspecting prey – usually fire lizards, or small pets – exceptionally easy for him; he’s a carnivore, and it most assuredly shows in his body shape. Even smaller darters should be concerned, for he has no problem tearing apart anything he can catch when hungry, and his size will make it easy for him to overpower them.

As far as coloring goes, this darter in adulthood could be described as ‘breathtaking.’ Much of his plumage is a rich, dark brown color that blends in with tree trunks or dead leaves. However, vivid red undertones can be seen on the outsides of his wings and in his tail feathers, adding accent and a hint of danger to his appearance. His head, on the other hand, is a shade of gold to rival Millieth’s hide; the feathers seem to wrap around his face before trailing off in jagged edges around his neck, as though he has on some kind of hood. The same shade of gold edges the feathers over his breast, making him more than a little elegant to behold. His eyes are pure honey and penetrating, as though he could stare right through someone’s soul.

But as a hatchling, this is one boring little creature. Pure gray and literally covered in fuzz, he’s what most would describe as “the ugly duckling.” He’s also completely graceless on his wings, and it will take several sevendays for him to reach full adulthood. His owner will have to care for him constantly to make sure that he doesn’t get himself into trouble.

Personality

Intelligent; that’s the most accurate description for this little fellow. Even from the moment of his hatching, it’s obvious that this is not your average avian. He takes to the first person he sees instantly and will accept no one else holding him. Here’s hoping his new owner has patience: he won’t put up with being neglected either, and is not above making a great deal of racket to get attention. But he isn’t possessive, and provided that his new owner treats him well, he also won’t be prone to jealous fits. He can be trained with relative ease, as long as it’s done early; delivering messages once he can fly will be no problem, nor will carrying around many things, for he’s going to be a very large creature in adulthood. He appreciates hand-given snacks of any kind, but especially the meat variety, in terms of treats, and he understands compliments: as long as his owner pays attention to him, and talks to him, he’s content. Not demanding by any stretch of the imagination.

He’s a predator, though, and that could be problematic for those who don’t know how to deal with him. His favored food is the pets of people around the Weyr, and he has no problem stalking them down and killing them. Being a natural predator, he’s very good at blending into his surroundings and remaining silent for long periods of time. Breaking him of this will be a constant chore on the part of his owner. He’s worth the effort, though, because unlike fire lizards or salamandyrs, he’ll never cop an attitude: this is one creature who remembers kindness, and will always do his best to repay it. He’s grateful for any good deed done to him. His biggest flaw, though, is that he also remembers unkindness and will go out of his way to avoid people or creatures that are mean to him. Only if he’s specifically told to be around them will he bother. And his favorite thing to do when he’s not hunting is perch on his human… despite his immense size.

Proper Care

Most hand-raised avians are difficult to care for and this one is no exception. He will require being fed every fifteen to twenty minutes, from sunrise, to sunset, and constant warmth as a nestling. Diet should consist of boiled egg white cut into strips, boiled egg yolk mashed into a paste when mixed with milk, and raisins soaked in water. All food should be kept at room temperature, and fed by hand. Most likely, this little guy will be a constant companion for his new owner until he reaches adulthood.

Fortunately, he’s intelligent. When he’s able to fly, he’ll begin to hunt on his own and will start with vtol bugs and move his way up. By the time he reaches full adulthood, he’ll feed on fire lizards, domestic feline cubs, domestic canine cubs, and even some salamandyrs, provided he can catch them. His favorite food will always be fish, though he is not a natural at catching them.

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