Post by Administrator on Jun 19, 2012 18:34:18 GMT -5
Name: Liosa
Age: 28
Birthday: August 2994
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Jr. Weyrwoman
Physical Appearance:
Young as she is, Liosa looks even younger then her true age, always appearing to look at least ten turns younger then she actually is. The girl has a very childlike face, heartshaped and undeniably pretty in the girlish way most young women have about them. Her complexion is excellent, if somewhat pale. Everything about her suggests a certain delicacy, from the small, slender frame to her wide blue eyes.
Blonde, her hair is straight and long, well-maintained. She pierced her nose in a random act of rebellion after receiving a lecture from R'anatar on how Weyrwomen were supposed to behave, but that's perhaps the only thing about her that doesn't scream youth and innocence. She still is prone to wearing baggy comfortable clothes that seem too big for her and only dresses up for special occasions. Even then her choices of dress hardly show off much and are quite reserved.
Personality:
Liosa is, without a doubt, much like a the flower. Quiet, demure, pretty...and friendly spirited enough to draw a smile from even the most hardened warriors. She's a little indulged, it's true, but not so much to be completely spoiled and unruly. The girl is smart enough to have a decent conversation with, not so self-absorbed or vacuous as to be generally irritating, but definitely not of a high enough intelligence to actually threaten any of the men around her.
In short, she's pretty much ideal as a jewel or doll to her weyr and not much else. The young woman doesn't particularly approve of bloodshed, but she finds the warriors gallant. (Likely because she's never actually seen them fight firsthand.) Her attraction and, yes, even love for R'anatar was true and deep enough. Even though at times she surely realized that he was using her. In fact Liosa couldn’t help but want to please him most of the time. Even though at times he was heavy handed he also apologized so nicely. The woman has yet in fact to get over R’anatar’s death and now treats most of the men around her politely but with a certain type of detached indifference. Even her flight partners are shed as soon as she can get them to leave her quarters.
R’anatar’s death has certainly had an effect on the young woman and though she is dealing better then before Liosa can’t help but feel quite a bit of hatred towards those who cause his death. Which makes flights won by Higginth ever the more bothersome for she can’t stand the bronze’s rider. If not for Doryith Liosa would probably have chosen to follow R’anatar in death. As it is the woman bears her grief silently and can only be forced into action when Arga and Baith will not let her be.
Prone to occasional hissy fits when things don’t go her way the fits are nothing to write home about. They usually disappear quickly and she's easily cajoled. All Liosa wants is a little attention and caring from those around her, and she responds well to anyone willing to give it to her. Unless they had something to do with the death of her former lover. The easiest way to rein in her strong will is simply to be kind to her. Of course, if Liosa ever did decide to work against someone, her charm could be used to good effect. The woman may not be the smartest goldrider around, but she's definitely crafty enough to give people a headache if she turns her hand against them.
History:
Fortbred, Liosa was born to a drudge who volunteered to moth for one of the many greenflights. It was her father, V'san, who raised her, however, along with his lover, U'me. The two men adored the little girl, and were perhaps a little over-indulgent, but Liosa's naturally sweet personality kept her from becoming too spoiled. As she grew older, she wanted to join the ranks of dragonriders, to Impress a green and fight. Romanticizing the concept of battle and glory, the girl looked forward to Standing and Impressing.
It was likely fortunate that she didn't Impress a green at that first hatching. The child was far too sensitive to weather war well, even if it was Fort and not their brutal enemy that she'd be fighting for. It didn't take her long to start working in the infirmary, and many of the riders who ended up there loved to have the girl around, wide-eyed and listening raptly to all their war stories, fawning over them. She was only thirteen when she first met R'anatar, his ear nearly fully separated from his head. The man intrigued her, and he was the Weyrsecond! The second best warrior in all of Fort!
When mention of him in passing to her two fathers brought only praise from the mens' lips, her hero-worship of R'anatar was more or less ensured. Doryith cracked shell, Impressing to the fourteen-turn-old at the beginning of the next turn. Even though she wanted to fight, she adored her gold hatchling, lavishing the dragon with all her love as the two basked in the attentions of those around them.
Before they left weyrlinghood, however, a most unfortunate tragedy took place, the evil C'leon coming and killing D'loro and Kamerai! Liosa could only be thankful that Elaira was weyrwoman...until she disappeared, too. The girl had absolutely no idea how to lead a Weyr - and she only a weyrling! Naturally, she turned to R'anatar, who seemed only too willing to help. He was never cross or impatient with her, and his advice proved to be quite sound. When he asked if she'd like him to remove some of the burden of her duties, she was only too willing to allow him to do it. He was so wise and surely she needed the help.
Liosa's growing crush on R'anatar only became stronger with the passing turns. When she asked him if he would...initiate...her and he turned her down politely, she could only take it as respect. (Not that he could do much wrong in her eyes, anyway.) It shouldn't have been surprising that Doryith chose Wereth in her flight. The young gold was almost as blinded by Wereth's success as Liosa was R'anatar's. Notably, however, the man still kept himself apart from Liosa after that first Flight, and the girl was beginning to grow annoyed. He liked her, didn't he? He certainly acted like he did! So why didn't he want to be with her?
After a rather unfortunate incident when the girl got it into her head to travel outside the Weyr and nearly got herself abducted by a couple of Benden riders, she knew R'anatar's anger for the first time. He chastised her harshly...to which she responded to his lecture on how Weyrwomen should behave by going out and getting her nose pierced. Flaunting this bit of rebellion in front of him, he laughed openly at her, in front of everyone, and the girl simply reacted. She slapped the man in a fit of picque.
His reaction was instantaneous...though at least he whisked her into a private setting first. The spat between the two somehow translated into a rather violent session of lovemaking. After which he finally moved in with her. Liosa remained convinced that he loved her, even if he never said it. Even if he did beat her hard enough that day that she had to stay in their weyr for a sevenday to avoid rumors circulating when J'lorin went missing with his entire wing. He apologized quite nicely for it, after all. In truth he never touched her again. But then he hardly needed to. Liosa loved R’anatar to distraction and there was little she would not do for him, following all his instructions to the letter.
She was pretty much completely oblivious to the goings on in her own weyr. R’anatar and the headwoman took care of everything leaving the goldrider to worry only about Doryith and playing house. It wasn’t until that last final battle that Liosa saw and understood the bloody side of war for the first time. Even then she did not personally see R’anatar’s death, as a group of black ops warriors subdued her and led her away. She heard about it afterwards and felt Doryith’s sorrow as Wereth passed between. She may have fought back then had it been possible for her but Liosa had never fought for a day in her life, let alone hurt anyone. In the end, quite shocked by it, all she was assigned a guard for every hour of the day due to concerns that she might suicide. In truth she may have if not for Doryith, for though the gold was sorrowed as well by Wereth’s loss, she had eggs on the sands and the dragons of her weyr needed her now more then ever.
Liosa was forced to continue and though she still missed R’anatar, the pain grew duller with the passing of the turns. She was of no help in the Summit, barely speaking up at all, though once she was assigned to Inverness she had no choice but to perform her duties under Arga and Baith.
Though Liosa can’t say she holds any love for Arga, even she has to admit that the woman is a good teacher, and under her the young woman has finally begun to learn what it truly means to be a Weyrwoman. She just wishes it wouldn’t require so much work….
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Dragon
Name: Doryith
Color: Gold
Age: 15 turns (Born 3008)
Physical Appearance:
Doryith is easily the smallest gold that Fort has seen since Grenostith was hatched. Some of Fort's bronzes are larger. This is undoubtedly a result of being sired by bronze Jrenth, who some might have been mistaken for a brown because of his size.
The rest of her appearance, however, is very definitely indicative of Fort. Her coloring is pale enough to be almost a pure white, the glimmer of the celestial bodies shining on the fine gold threads of color that curl and twine all over her hide making her glimmer with that familiar seductive, metallic sheen all golds posses. Yes, she's most definitely a gold, even if the how can be hard for others to really describe. Further, her body is long and lightly-muscled, as opposed to her more athletic brethren. Her delicacy compliments her rider's perfectly in fact. Doryith’s flights will never be as long as some of the other queen’s as a result.
Personality:
Doryith is very much self-possessed and spoiled. She's not openly cruel or anything - she views the dragons of her weyr as hers and she would never want anything bad to happen to them - but they're all still clearly inferior. A dragon's worth is measured by the worth she gives them. Namely, the more she favors them, the more important they are. This should go without saying.
It annoys her when she's not being paid her due attention, but to acknowledge that annoyance would be beneath her. She treats the creatures that do not pay her the attention they should with a distant politeness, while openly fawning over the ones who are acting as they should toward their queen. The bronze that caters to her the most, of course, receives special attention from her, though she's quick to drape herself over other bronzes if he fails to admire her as much as she feels he should.
She loves her bonded of course and would go to great lengths to protect the girl should she need it. In fact Doryith is openly scolding to those who displease her rider in any way shape or form. In matters of leading she is prone to pick the decisions that support her followers best, as they in turn make things easier for her. Yes all Doryith’s decisions have one defining factor in common. They all must all benefit her in some way.
Age: 28
Birthday: August 2994
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Jr. Weyrwoman
Physical Appearance:
Young as she is, Liosa looks even younger then her true age, always appearing to look at least ten turns younger then she actually is. The girl has a very childlike face, heartshaped and undeniably pretty in the girlish way most young women have about them. Her complexion is excellent, if somewhat pale. Everything about her suggests a certain delicacy, from the small, slender frame to her wide blue eyes.
Blonde, her hair is straight and long, well-maintained. She pierced her nose in a random act of rebellion after receiving a lecture from R'anatar on how Weyrwomen were supposed to behave, but that's perhaps the only thing about her that doesn't scream youth and innocence. She still is prone to wearing baggy comfortable clothes that seem too big for her and only dresses up for special occasions. Even then her choices of dress hardly show off much and are quite reserved.
Personality:
Liosa is, without a doubt, much like a the flower. Quiet, demure, pretty...and friendly spirited enough to draw a smile from even the most hardened warriors. She's a little indulged, it's true, but not so much to be completely spoiled and unruly. The girl is smart enough to have a decent conversation with, not so self-absorbed or vacuous as to be generally irritating, but definitely not of a high enough intelligence to actually threaten any of the men around her.
In short, she's pretty much ideal as a jewel or doll to her weyr and not much else. The young woman doesn't particularly approve of bloodshed, but she finds the warriors gallant. (Likely because she's never actually seen them fight firsthand.) Her attraction and, yes, even love for R'anatar was true and deep enough. Even though at times she surely realized that he was using her. In fact Liosa couldn’t help but want to please him most of the time. Even though at times he was heavy handed he also apologized so nicely. The woman has yet in fact to get over R’anatar’s death and now treats most of the men around her politely but with a certain type of detached indifference. Even her flight partners are shed as soon as she can get them to leave her quarters.
R’anatar’s death has certainly had an effect on the young woman and though she is dealing better then before Liosa can’t help but feel quite a bit of hatred towards those who cause his death. Which makes flights won by Higginth ever the more bothersome for she can’t stand the bronze’s rider. If not for Doryith Liosa would probably have chosen to follow R’anatar in death. As it is the woman bears her grief silently and can only be forced into action when Arga and Baith will not let her be.
Prone to occasional hissy fits when things don’t go her way the fits are nothing to write home about. They usually disappear quickly and she's easily cajoled. All Liosa wants is a little attention and caring from those around her, and she responds well to anyone willing to give it to her. Unless they had something to do with the death of her former lover. The easiest way to rein in her strong will is simply to be kind to her. Of course, if Liosa ever did decide to work against someone, her charm could be used to good effect. The woman may not be the smartest goldrider around, but she's definitely crafty enough to give people a headache if she turns her hand against them.
History:
Fortbred, Liosa was born to a drudge who volunteered to moth for one of the many greenflights. It was her father, V'san, who raised her, however, along with his lover, U'me. The two men adored the little girl, and were perhaps a little over-indulgent, but Liosa's naturally sweet personality kept her from becoming too spoiled. As she grew older, she wanted to join the ranks of dragonriders, to Impress a green and fight. Romanticizing the concept of battle and glory, the girl looked forward to Standing and Impressing.
It was likely fortunate that she didn't Impress a green at that first hatching. The child was far too sensitive to weather war well, even if it was Fort and not their brutal enemy that she'd be fighting for. It didn't take her long to start working in the infirmary, and many of the riders who ended up there loved to have the girl around, wide-eyed and listening raptly to all their war stories, fawning over them. She was only thirteen when she first met R'anatar, his ear nearly fully separated from his head. The man intrigued her, and he was the Weyrsecond! The second best warrior in all of Fort!
When mention of him in passing to her two fathers brought only praise from the mens' lips, her hero-worship of R'anatar was more or less ensured. Doryith cracked shell, Impressing to the fourteen-turn-old at the beginning of the next turn. Even though she wanted to fight, she adored her gold hatchling, lavishing the dragon with all her love as the two basked in the attentions of those around them.
Before they left weyrlinghood, however, a most unfortunate tragedy took place, the evil C'leon coming and killing D'loro and Kamerai! Liosa could only be thankful that Elaira was weyrwoman...until she disappeared, too. The girl had absolutely no idea how to lead a Weyr - and she only a weyrling! Naturally, she turned to R'anatar, who seemed only too willing to help. He was never cross or impatient with her, and his advice proved to be quite sound. When he asked if she'd like him to remove some of the burden of her duties, she was only too willing to allow him to do it. He was so wise and surely she needed the help.
Liosa's growing crush on R'anatar only became stronger with the passing turns. When she asked him if he would...initiate...her and he turned her down politely, she could only take it as respect. (Not that he could do much wrong in her eyes, anyway.) It shouldn't have been surprising that Doryith chose Wereth in her flight. The young gold was almost as blinded by Wereth's success as Liosa was R'anatar's. Notably, however, the man still kept himself apart from Liosa after that first Flight, and the girl was beginning to grow annoyed. He liked her, didn't he? He certainly acted like he did! So why didn't he want to be with her?
After a rather unfortunate incident when the girl got it into her head to travel outside the Weyr and nearly got herself abducted by a couple of Benden riders, she knew R'anatar's anger for the first time. He chastised her harshly...to which she responded to his lecture on how Weyrwomen should behave by going out and getting her nose pierced. Flaunting this bit of rebellion in front of him, he laughed openly at her, in front of everyone, and the girl simply reacted. She slapped the man in a fit of picque.
His reaction was instantaneous...though at least he whisked her into a private setting first. The spat between the two somehow translated into a rather violent session of lovemaking. After which he finally moved in with her. Liosa remained convinced that he loved her, even if he never said it. Even if he did beat her hard enough that day that she had to stay in their weyr for a sevenday to avoid rumors circulating when J'lorin went missing with his entire wing. He apologized quite nicely for it, after all. In truth he never touched her again. But then he hardly needed to. Liosa loved R’anatar to distraction and there was little she would not do for him, following all his instructions to the letter.
She was pretty much completely oblivious to the goings on in her own weyr. R’anatar and the headwoman took care of everything leaving the goldrider to worry only about Doryith and playing house. It wasn’t until that last final battle that Liosa saw and understood the bloody side of war for the first time. Even then she did not personally see R’anatar’s death, as a group of black ops warriors subdued her and led her away. She heard about it afterwards and felt Doryith’s sorrow as Wereth passed between. She may have fought back then had it been possible for her but Liosa had never fought for a day in her life, let alone hurt anyone. In the end, quite shocked by it, all she was assigned a guard for every hour of the day due to concerns that she might suicide. In truth she may have if not for Doryith, for though the gold was sorrowed as well by Wereth’s loss, she had eggs on the sands and the dragons of her weyr needed her now more then ever.
Liosa was forced to continue and though she still missed R’anatar, the pain grew duller with the passing of the turns. She was of no help in the Summit, barely speaking up at all, though once she was assigned to Inverness she had no choice but to perform her duties under Arga and Baith.
Though Liosa can’t say she holds any love for Arga, even she has to admit that the woman is a good teacher, and under her the young woman has finally begun to learn what it truly means to be a Weyrwoman. She just wishes it wouldn’t require so much work….
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Dragon
Name: Doryith
Color: Gold
Age: 15 turns (Born 3008)
Physical Appearance:
Doryith is easily the smallest gold that Fort has seen since Grenostith was hatched. Some of Fort's bronzes are larger. This is undoubtedly a result of being sired by bronze Jrenth, who some might have been mistaken for a brown because of his size.
The rest of her appearance, however, is very definitely indicative of Fort. Her coloring is pale enough to be almost a pure white, the glimmer of the celestial bodies shining on the fine gold threads of color that curl and twine all over her hide making her glimmer with that familiar seductive, metallic sheen all golds posses. Yes, she's most definitely a gold, even if the how can be hard for others to really describe. Further, her body is long and lightly-muscled, as opposed to her more athletic brethren. Her delicacy compliments her rider's perfectly in fact. Doryith’s flights will never be as long as some of the other queen’s as a result.
Personality:
Doryith is very much self-possessed and spoiled. She's not openly cruel or anything - she views the dragons of her weyr as hers and she would never want anything bad to happen to them - but they're all still clearly inferior. A dragon's worth is measured by the worth she gives them. Namely, the more she favors them, the more important they are. This should go without saying.
It annoys her when she's not being paid her due attention, but to acknowledge that annoyance would be beneath her. She treats the creatures that do not pay her the attention they should with a distant politeness, while openly fawning over the ones who are acting as they should toward their queen. The bronze that caters to her the most, of course, receives special attention from her, though she's quick to drape herself over other bronzes if he fails to admire her as much as she feels he should.
She loves her bonded of course and would go to great lengths to protect the girl should she need it. In fact Doryith is openly scolding to those who displease her rider in any way shape or form. In matters of leading she is prone to pick the decisions that support her followers best, as they in turn make things easier for her. Yes all Doryith’s decisions have one defining factor in common. They all must all benefit her in some way.