Phaiden

[jing]

P h a i d e n
- Pretty baby, don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
Pretty baby, why can't you see
You're the one that I belong to? -

Name:
Phaiden
(FAY-den, Phai for short)
Age:
14 Turns (3023)
(Born February 3009)
Gender:
Female
Play-by:
BLONDEAU, Thylane (Child)
LAWRENCE, Jennifer (Teenager/Adult)
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Candidate

Updated: April, 4, 2012

A p p e a r a n c e
- You light me up and then I fall for you
You lay me down and then I call for you
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I'd let it all come down and then some for you -

A changeable appearance, that's what Phaiden has developed. Depending on attire and hairstyle, she can look alternately young and innocent or maturely sultry. Her blue-green eyes are wide enough to look naive but tilted and thickly lashed, her lips full but part of a face that has an overall softness to it, as if there are lingering traces of baby-fat no matter how old she really is. It makes her age difficult to determine by her appearance alone, something that she will no doubt appreciate later in life, but something that probably plagued her in her youth. A tumble of golden brown hair, wavy and chest-length, is sometimes left free to fall to mid-back, sometimes caught in a prim little braid, sometimes elegantly coiffed.

Phaiden stands somewhere in the neighborhood of five and a half feet tall at 14 turns, sometimes elevated by heels on boots or shoes as she tends to "dress the part." Her attire tends toward the more sumptuous fabrics afforded by a doting mother and a metallic-handling father - and, in most cases, prior networking. The Selenitasians still in the Weyr after the shuffle have known the girl since she was but a little wraith, an adorably cheeky little girl that afforded her mother discounts with her sheer attendance. Being as well known as she is among the crafters left in the Weyr tends to lead towards some ease of obtaining grand clothing. She prefers wholly feminine attire, ranging from something as demure as a pink sundress with white lace to something as startling as a red gown with a low neckline and tight bodice. She wears the best of both parent's worlds, though neither often approves of the more... showy pieces.

Phaiden is lean, boyish, and though perhaps still wraith-like in her teens, a certain, barely curved slenderness is creeping into her form. Her breasts are small and shapely, her hips only just tapered more than that of the nearest Weyrbrat boy, and she is still only lightly muscled from turns of hard work due to the ever-prevalent affects of her gene-pool. Her legs are shapely and beginning the achingly slow process of filling out into hardly beautiful curves. Phai's are arms effectively proportionate, and barely display any muscle mass despite the work she has put into them. Nonetheless, it doesn't take much to make it appear that she has whatever curves may befit the appearance she decides to play up for the day.

Her heart-shaped face has the sort of pixie-pointed chin that Piden so dislikes, but on lovely young Phaiden, it's quite charming. Her skin is still just as dark as ever, continuously tanned even without the aid of outdoor activities and decent sun exposure. Those intense eyes have at last settled into a greenish blue color, more blue than green on some days, and even sometimes appearing grey in the right light. Big eyes, full lips, and a distinctive (and slightly large), but charmingly upturned nose can complete a look of spritely, childish innocence, or precocious, sultry temptress... but when this girl stares you down, expect to be afraid. Very afraid. Even as a child, her gaze easily held all the intensity her father could command, and it still does. She knows it does.

P e r s o n a l i t y
- I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
For you're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming 'round -

Phaiden has become, to her mother's chagrin, as much like her father as she has herself.

She is her mother as a child - forgiving, kind, and a law-abiding citizen. The teenager is nigh perfect in the face of authority, adult and fellow candidate alike. She proves to be a servile, compliant little miss that happily does the bidding of those above her and dutifully serves all their whims. When given a task, she does it to its fullest and beyond; when met with adversity, she submissively backs down and plays at the heartstrings of the 'better man' complex; when placed before her peers, she is a perfect, beautiful young lady that oozes confidence, unconsciously portraying the image of an influential being.

But, she has also developed a gentile sort of charm, something seen often in her father, Piden, and a vividly bright intelligence to match, coupled with her father's ambitious and assertive tendencies. She knows what she wants, and she likes getting it - her mother doted on her, her father doted on her, and she really never had to earn anything she wanted. Just ask. But, what if she doesn't get it just by asking? The answer to that is simple. She has several ways to achieve the end prize at her disposal, much like her father. Phaiden has mastered bartering under the guise of praise, excels at charming in the form of precocious adoration, demoralizes and bullies without a single curse phrase and often without the victim even realizing it, and learned methods right on down to throwing a 'rightfully' hideous tantrum because she feels she has been wronged - and boy can she talk her way right on out of the consequences attached to that last skill.

Phaiden actually does influence those she comes into contact with, and she has, to the concern of her mother, become acutely aware of how to use it. Several of her peers are easily at her beck and call, surrounding the girl with a posse of boys and girls alike, charmed by her looks and intelligence. She is a social climber, quick to pick up those of use to her and even quicker to drop them when she no longer needs them anymore. Sure, the girl does have her few real friends (those whom she actually treats very well by comparison), but in most cases her 'friendships' prove to be more along the lines of 'aquaintanceships' - easily dissolved and even easier forgotten. Love, however, when she finally lets someone get close enough to strike such a nerve, will prove to be completely different. She will (which will likely infuriate her) become shy and unsure, tripping over her elegant phrases and unable to hold eye contact. That bright, fiery confidence will simply fail her in the face of her object of adoration, leaving the teen a mess of raw emotion puddled on the floor.

You see, for all she upholds that mask of perfection, she is undeniably torn up inside. Phaiden often felt smothered by her mother's overprotectiveness, though she knew the woman meant well. The teen often felt alienated from her father as the bronzehandler's attentions and affections shifted from her, his flesh and blood, to whatever interesting tail happened to pass by at the time. From a young age Phaiden grasped Piden wasn't the best of role models, and Saphor, though she loved her dearly, tended to try and shelter the girl while attempting to revive (or aim for revenge) relations with her father. Thus, Phaiden's emotions beneath that glorious, bright facade are twisted, torn, unsure and uncooth - a wildly tangled mass of nerves, passionate rebellion and intense cautionary instincts fighting with each other in a contradictory lump that wells up in her throat. When left alone, the candidate is nothing like the girl offered up in front of others, staring blankly at a wall while trying to make sense of the roiling river of emotions in her body. Very few have seen her like this, and those that have are among her very, very close friends. Phaiden is in denial that she really isn't as perfect as she tries to be, and surrounding herself with 'friends' and expensive wares makes her feel as though she is... just as much as it makes her feel like she isn't.

It really is a wonder the girl hasn't picked up a bottle yet - as much as she doesn't want to be like her father is - and become devoid of morals.

H i s t o r y
Why can't you hold me and never let go?
When you touch me it is me that you own
Oh the place that you hold in my heart
Would you break it apart again?

3009-3017: Near Selenitas Hold; Early Life
Phaiden was born without a father. It is something she's always known, but it has never really bothered her. After all, she had uncles and aunts and cousins and grandparents and a mother who loved her, who needed a stupid father when she had all of that? Of course, this wasn't 100% true - there was plenty of tension between her mother and both sets of grandparents, as well as other family members - but that's how it seemed to Phaiden. Her mother kept her somewhat sheltered and very well-loved, and the little girl grew up perfectly happy and content, working on the cothold farm and inside with her mother as soon as she was old enough. She loved the work, especially the animals, and honestly had a pretty idyllic childhood.

By the time she reached six, though, she was curious enough that she started asking Saphor who her daddy was, what he was like, if he was nice and handsome and if he would like her. Finding out her father was a Wherhandler, and not just a Wherhandler but a Bronzewherhandler, only added fuel to the fire - Phaiden, despite not being upset about not having a father, really wanted to learn about and talk to this mysterious man. Saphor, wary about letting her daughter have contact with Piden but hoping to get the boy's whereabouts out of his grandparents, reluctantly allowed Phaiden to write endless letters to her absentee father. Saphor then passed them on to Grandpa Pilas, who sent them on to the Weyr. Though most of her letters were little more than scrawly drawings, occasionally the girl would write a sentence or two, practicing her letters - something that Piden could have attempted to respond to, at least. The poor little girl kept writing them until long after it was clear that, sadly, Piden would not be writing back. Still the child persisted in trying to learn more about him, her undying curiosity burning wildly in that little body as a desire to see him in person.

Lucky for Phaiden, her mother had a similar desire, though geared in a different direction. Saphor packed the two of them up and headed to Selenitas hold - a shocking and wonderful experience for cothold-bred Phaiden, who had never even been to market at Selenitas hold like some of her cousins had. It was a grand and exciting experience, living in a real Hold, even if they were only there a short time. A dragon on Search spied her mother, and rather abruptly snapped Saphor up as a candidate. Phaiden practically salivated over the Green beast, and pretty much died of excitement when she found out she got to ride the dragon to the Weyr. She's smart enough to be aware that dragons have to fight, and that dragonriders don't have especially safe lives, but she knows, now, what she wants to do with her life: she wants a dragon. Of course, she wants a dragon now; but only a few turns earlier she wanted a wher. We'll see how long this one goes. With the introduction of dragons to her life she practically forgot about her father - within days after arriving, she even impressed a handsome brown firelizard! Her desire to find daddy was quickly overshadowed by such awesome developments, needless to say.

The initial reason for arriving at the Weyr did still present itself to Saphor, no matter how distracted Phaiden had become, and it wasn't too long before Piden and Saphor were meeting once again- this time with Phaiden in tow. She met and discovered she loved her father, though some old feelings still simmer beneath the surface, and the man enriched her life with the privileges of having an impressed parent. Piden's renewed presence allows his daughter a few things she didn't have with just her mother- the chance to see things a child her age normally couldn't, the ability to live in a place far unlike that of which she was accustomed, and plenty of fodder for confidence in herself.

3017-3020: Selenitas Weyr; Life in the Fast Lane

She made friends with Annatoli, Miguel, N'rik, and Olivia.

Phaiden was able to appear at Eikask's Dreams clutch as a spectator with one of her new friends, little Annatolli. Pidesk, her father Piden's bronze, made sure that she wouldn't be picked up by any of the hatchlings, let alone accidentally mauled- and was probably the main reason she was even able to attend the Wher hatching. She of course didn't impress, and the boredom of being kept from the action of the main event nearly drove poor Phaiden to simply want to leave. But, the excitement of the accidental mauling and the presence of three gold whers was enough to keep her at least inside the room with Anna, and not off down the hall somewhere while her mother and father cavorted at the doorway. Oh well. Maybe next time she could exist beyond the bronzen wall that was her father's mindmate.

The following turns had little effect on the Weyrbrat, though she did notice the occasional group of commonly seen riders vanish at various intervals. As a ten-plus-turn old Weyrbrat, she had little knowledge of anything that went on during this time, but she heard about and happily praised the successful and decisive battle between Benden, Fort, and the Selenitas riders sent to back up the Benden offensive. The continual successes attached with routing out and defeating the rest of the Fortian forces weren't exactly common knowledge for the young girl either, but what she did hear instilled a sense of pride in her. Selenitas blood became a badge of honor for Phaiden, increasing her usual charisma.

3020-3023: Selenitas Weyr; The Aftermath of the Dragon War

As a craftless Holdbrat-turned-Weyrbrat with one parent being a metallic-handling, craftless person, and the other parent a craftless, cothold-raised person, very little, if none of the Summit rulings had any effect on Phaiden. What little interest she may have had in a craft would be ousted by these rulings on crafters in the Weyrs, and her considerable interest in impressing dragons or whers instead would take its place. Even if her parents had decided to voluntarily transfer to a Hold, she would be staying in the Weyr to continue candidacy and live as a Weyrbrat. Because she said so.

And because Piden wouldn't be moving anywhere.

List to be Expanded upon:

• Assumed to start Standing the moment she turns 12 (because she's a stubborn little brat), making for three turns of attempted Standings to have occurred during the skip.
  
• Likely left on the sands all attempts, depends on what impressee possibilities come out of the NPC clutches.

3023- Present: Selenitas Weyr; Standing solid
The summit to elect a Weyrleader for both Weyrs is approaching in the next turn, and Phaiden has mostly gotten used to seeing the new Fortian and Bendener riders among those she knows as Selentiasians. Need information on any rider/handler friends of hers that end up being transferred out to another place.

C a n d i d a c y

Queen Only?: Not queen only.
Desired Dragon Color: Eeny meeny miney moe... Jingly doesn't really know. o: She will have to do some brainstorming later on to decide what growth path she wants to play most. :3
Dragon, Wher, or both?: Both, I think. Either way, I want her to stand as long as possible to allow for character growth and refinement. :3 (I want to have as much time to make her mine as I can get! )

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L i o n

Name:
Lion
Color:
Brown
(560A0A/AB0707)
Clutch:
Ghost's Emote Clutch
Age:
Adult (>5 turns)
(born August 3017)

A p p e a r a n c e

A fearsome sight indeed, this brown is simply huge, a bigness of heavy bones and ropy muscle rather than of flesh. It’s not that he’s out of proportion, it’s just that he’s, well, huge, outsizing smaller bronzes with ease though not matching any queen but a remarkably tiny one. More than that, every movement made by this brown is perfectly under his control, even as a growing youngster he won’t be prone to clumsiness, as an adult he’ll be perfectly graceful. The one area of his body that lets him down is his wings, they’re somewhat undersized and can’t really support his massive weight well, in long distance flights he might well have to get creative to go the distance.

His colour is also rather sinister, the dark red brown shade of drying bloodstains coats him from nose to tail tip, and his markings don’t make his appearance any less dangerous. A bright red shade plashes liberally over his legs and belly, and coats his muzzle as well going all the way up and ringing his eyes before vanishing. All in all it makes him look a tad like a murderer fleeing the scene of the crime.

P e r s o n a l i t y

His appearance betrays him for this brown is actually one of the good guys. As well as being huge in body he’s also huge in mind and heart. Perhaps not the most conventionally intelligent firelizard but what he lacks in instant comprehension he certainly makes up for in contemplation, If he can’t work something out first time he’ll just keep trying until he gets it, patient as the grave. Frustration has no meaning for him as long as he works with inanimate objects, however when a lack of understanding on his part upsets or disappoints someone he very soon becomes alternately anxious and despondent about the issue. At least when he finally understands his joy will be boundless.

When he’s not puzzling over things he won’t hesitate to attend his bonded in whatever the most important pursuits currently are and while he’s not always hot of the mark in understanding he is very finely tuned in to the emotions of people around him and his bonded in particular. Negativity gets this poor brown all in a tizzy and he’ll do anything, anything at all to spare his bonded a little sorrow or suffering, and no, he hasn’t heard of tough love at all so whatever his bonded wants from him, he’ll give.

Truly a creature of great heart this brown has love enough for all and sundry, not only will he collect and treasure friendships the way some of his kin do with shiny objects, he’ll also collect and treasure females, greens and golds, firelizards and salamandyrs, he just can’t get enough of them, and he’ll never be unfaithful, at least not in his own eyes. Can’t they see? He’s the most faithful firelizard in the whole Weyr, no one else is faithful to as many mates as him.

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Created by Ruby, adapted by Jing.