Post by dragon on Aug 11, 2010 16:20:00 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Isori
Age: 18
March 2998
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Rank: Sr Apprentice/Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Isori is the elder of a set of identical twins. That being said, she obviously looks just exactly like her sister in all of her physical attributes. From the milk chocolate eyes, long curling ribbons of silky brown hair, to a rather curvaceous figure. She is exactly the same height as her sister as well, measuring in at a decent height of 5' 6".
Being a tad more reserved than her sister, Isori tends to dress herself to more modest tastes. Her clothing is a lot more covering, in more sable and earth tone colors. And while her hair may be identical to her sister's, it is usually bunned up on the top of her head and very well controlled with little to no fly aways. It is a very harried day that has a few flyaway locks framing her face. Her boots are light, but they come all the way up to mid-calf.
Personality: Isori likes to be seen as a woman and not a child. So she is definitely the more mature twin, acting more like an adult and less like a teenager turned loose. She can be quite serious and firm, often with her lips pressed together into a thin line with her brows drawn slightly together. She gets her work done reliably, and never questions orders given to her. She is a person that any superior would love to have in their ranks, for she is certainly the type to take life seriously and stick to a job until it is done.
But before you can go clapping her into that trap of being a boring person to be around, Isori does have her sneaky side, that she does not let anyone know about. Of course, her sister knows and often goads her into doing something more fun. But it is something she plays very close to the chest. It is not unknown for Isori to let her hair down, don some more revealing attire, and completely take on the persona of her twin. Easily taking her place in many situations and having a whirl of fun. Dancing and laughing and getting into other interesting scrapes. Which, later on, all get blamed squarely on her twin's shoulders. For, after all, Isori doesn't do these things! It quite tickles her that she can impersonate her sister so completely.
Overlooking her random impersonation flings, Isori is definitely the more responsible twin, and sometimes viewed as the more intelligent of the pair though she will deny this. She knows her twin is just as bright as she is … she just uses it in different ways.
Isori is very self conscious in the way that she interacts with people, and in the things that she does when she is being her own self. For she has carefully built herself a reputation as an upstanding young adult, and she definitely does not want to shatter it. She is a woman to be counted on to be where she needs to be, when she needs to be there. If she tells someone she'll do it, you can bet hands down she means every word.
History:
(Obviously since twins are together from conception, histories are going to be pretty similar)
Orisar was originally from Lighttower Hold. But after what was probably an ill timed prank on an unsuspecting neighbor in an all too serious Hold, life got awfully complicated and hard to deal with at Lighttower. So the man eventually decided that enough was enough. It had only been a joke after all, and turns later people were giving him grief about it. So he took his lovely wife of three turns and moved. All the way to Blossom hold. There, the young couple stood out like sore thumbs, both being of dark features and complexions in a hold of mostly fairer people.
It was not until their fifth turn of wedlock that his wife, Enalisa, finally conceived. The couple were so excited that they re did nearly their entire home in preparation for a baby to become part of their family. It was much to their surprise when Enalisa did not stop expanding at the normal size for a woman carrying a child. Several worrying months after when they had thought she would be due, Enalisa went into labor. Fourty hours of grueling labor later, they had not one, but two healthy little girls. Even at birth they were identical to one another, sharing the same little splash of dark hair on their round heads, and the same penetrating chocolate stare.
For several hours after Orena, the youngest, was born, the Healer attending the birthing was very concerned that Enalisa was not going to make it, the birth had drained so much from her after having been carrying the twins. Despite being exhausted himself, the Healer stuck to the job and in the end, Enalisa began to appear as if she was going to make it after all. The sounds of the girls in the room with her definitely seemed to help her recover. For when they were taken away, under the presumption of letting the mother rest, her health definitely declined drastically.
After nearly a full turn of struggling with her health, Enalisa finally got most of her strength back and took on most of the work that went with raising two hyper little girls, allowing Orisar to return to his trade. As the turns passed, the playful twins grew up in the society of Blossom, getting the lighthearted attitude that most of the Holders had, and very little of the more somber flavor from their parents, which had over the turns lightened considerably.
The pair had very little in the way of remarkable things happen to them as they grew, only becoming more and more lovely as they aged. When their nineth turn came, their parents took them and started teaching them the trade they had brought with them from Lighttower. For both of them were in the textile business, making fabric for the Hold to use.
So it was that first they learned to comb out the wools of the animals that would produce such fibers, as well as the fibers of soaked plants. Once they had that mastered, Enalisa taught the girls how to spin, first on drop spindles and then later on with the big wheel that Enalisa herself used most often. When they became proficient in its use, Orisar went out and proudly commissioned a pair of wheels to be made for his daughters. For wheels were expensive things to be had, much less actually owned. The two wheels were identical, as were the girls using them. With three wheels humming away during the day, Orisar certainly had more thread than he could keep up with in his weaving – and he was no slow weaver, having been doing it his whole life.
When the girls turned thirteen, Orisar took them to his massive loom, and started teaching them how to weave. First the simple up and down of the tabby weave, and then the slightly more complex twill weaves. Once they had those basic patterns down, he began to teach them both material production, and tapestry weaving on dual layers. Only the tapestry weaving used all of the many harnesses on the massive loom, and the girls absolutely adored the thunk-kchunk of the harnesses sliding up and down as the shuttles flew back and forth, giggling the whole way.
A couple times, as these things happen, with a pair of mischievous girls at the controls, some of the tapestries would come out with this strange line running all the way across the picture in the material, where the top half of the image was slid sideways about three stitches in relation to the bottom half. Naturally, Orisar would be rather ticked that this had happened, for it was a very large, massive job to reverse weave a tapestry all the way back to that error, and reweave it properly. But with his strict direction the girls improved in keeping track of where they were, until they were both quite good at the job.
It wasn't until about their fifteenth turn that Isori started getting a different personality streak from her twin, becoming more serious and mentally maturing a tad faster than Orena. She started becoming more serious about the business and making sure things were squared away, all the t's crossed and i's dotted. Orena saw this as a most unfortunate turn of events, and would do whatever she could think of to get Isori back into that giggly getting-into-things mode. It worked – sometimes. But not always.
In their sixteenth year, the twins discovered boys! Which started a whole other lot of trouble in the Hold, often times with Orisar having to go find his girls and root them out of wherever they were hiding now, all while trying to save their face at the same time. It would not do at all for him to have both of his precious daughters seen as less than couth.
Isori was tamed easily enough, after a stern talking to (he thought), but Orena continued to defy him, trouncing off to do whatever she was going to do. Little did he know that sometimes that Orena wandering off wasn't Orena …
All in all, the family was a very self contained bunch, paying most of their attention to their own affairs. The workings of the world around the Hold were regarded with the paradigm of leave it well enough alone and it'd leave them alone. So long as tithes were paid on time, it seemed to work well enough for Orisar. He was not the Lord Holder, it was not his business what the world outside was doing. So it was with some surprise and consternation when a dragonrider suddenly turned up on his doorstep, telling him that they were taking his girls – both of them – to the Weyr.
To be quite blunt, Orisar was pissed, as he perceived that he did not have a choice in whether they took his daughters or not, which was not the case. Other than turning red in the face, Orisar did not do anything to object, for he saw no way to keep the twins at home, much less do it with any kind of civility. He did request for more time however, and to his surprise the rider, who had been nothing but courteous, was quite willing to allow it. In the few days grace granted, Orisar made sure he had purchased and given some certain gifts to both of his girls, as well as a stern talking to about what they were to do and not do. The gifts looked like jewlery, but were pretty baubles as only secondary to their natures. For they were things with which he determined the girls could defend themselves if need be, from the (in his opinion) overly promiscuous Dragonriders. Hair combs that concealed blades were what they were, as both girls had abundant and attractive hair – it would only be natural for them to wear combs, no?
Enalisa packed the bags for the girls as Orisar lectured them, aware that her husband was not pleased at all. She herself could not stop her tears as she packed – losing both of her precious baby girls to the arrogant Riders! No, she was not happy in the least with this idea. But when she came to the door with the packed backs, not a tear was to be seen on her face. Well versed in keeping up appearances, Enalisa only hugged each of her daughters in turn, wishing them well, promising to ship their wheels to them at the Weyr.
Excited to be finding themselves on the verge of a whole new place to explore and sheltered from world politics, the twins had no idea what they were walking into. But they went for it with curious minds and high hopes, eager to see what they would find in this place that had somehow found them and requested that they move in.
How strange was that?!
Shortly after they arrived at the Weyr, their lives started to stray from identical. For they attended a hatching, and Orena impressed, but Isori did not. This left Isori in a very strange and interesting spot while Orena went off with her new class with her new lifemate. Isori couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to impress a dragon, but Orena seemed to be happy for the most part. Stuck in candidate classes while Orena went to weyrling classes, the two saw little of each other during the days anymore. But they often made a point of spending a few hours together each night, swapping notes and all around visiting.
Isori found Orena's dragon to be quite interesting to take note of, sometimes even going for walks with the weyrling when Orena was under the weather - inadvertently furthering the whole Isori/Orena confusion for the Weyr.
But in the middle of all that, a coup was staged where Wasteland took over Selenitas. What all happened, Isori had no idea. All she knew was that the Candidate Master whisked her out of the barracks along with many others, to dragons who spirited them away - to where?
The jungle? She had no idea where she was. But she met up with Orena's teacher, M'kai, and witnessed the horrible tragedy of him losing every mind-pet he'd had ... all in an effort to find out for her whether or not Orena was alive.
The escapees moved to an old abandoned Weyr and called it Burimyu. There, M'kai became the Candidate Master instead of a WLM, and Isori found herself spending copious quantities of time with him. Until ultimately she ended up breaking quite a few rules in his company just before she, too, Impressed at Jingth's last clutch.
It was a happy and sad day. For Isori gained a life in Aikelyth, but the stranded Weyr lost its only Queen to between as Jingth followed after her previously slain rider, who had been taken by an unknown beast in the caverns.
Name: Isori
Age: 18
March 2998
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Rank: Sr Apprentice/Candidate
Physical Appearance:
Isori is the elder of a set of identical twins. That being said, she obviously looks just exactly like her sister in all of her physical attributes. From the milk chocolate eyes, long curling ribbons of silky brown hair, to a rather curvaceous figure. She is exactly the same height as her sister as well, measuring in at a decent height of 5' 6".
Being a tad more reserved than her sister, Isori tends to dress herself to more modest tastes. Her clothing is a lot more covering, in more sable and earth tone colors. And while her hair may be identical to her sister's, it is usually bunned up on the top of her head and very well controlled with little to no fly aways. It is a very harried day that has a few flyaway locks framing her face. Her boots are light, but they come all the way up to mid-calf.
Personality: Isori likes to be seen as a woman and not a child. So she is definitely the more mature twin, acting more like an adult and less like a teenager turned loose. She can be quite serious and firm, often with her lips pressed together into a thin line with her brows drawn slightly together. She gets her work done reliably, and never questions orders given to her. She is a person that any superior would love to have in their ranks, for she is certainly the type to take life seriously and stick to a job until it is done.
But before you can go clapping her into that trap of being a boring person to be around, Isori does have her sneaky side, that she does not let anyone know about. Of course, her sister knows and often goads her into doing something more fun. But it is something she plays very close to the chest. It is not unknown for Isori to let her hair down, don some more revealing attire, and completely take on the persona of her twin. Easily taking her place in many situations and having a whirl of fun. Dancing and laughing and getting into other interesting scrapes. Which, later on, all get blamed squarely on her twin's shoulders. For, after all, Isori doesn't do these things! It quite tickles her that she can impersonate her sister so completely.
Overlooking her random impersonation flings, Isori is definitely the more responsible twin, and sometimes viewed as the more intelligent of the pair though she will deny this. She knows her twin is just as bright as she is … she just uses it in different ways.
Isori is very self conscious in the way that she interacts with people, and in the things that she does when she is being her own self. For she has carefully built herself a reputation as an upstanding young adult, and she definitely does not want to shatter it. She is a woman to be counted on to be where she needs to be, when she needs to be there. If she tells someone she'll do it, you can bet hands down she means every word.
History:
(Obviously since twins are together from conception, histories are going to be pretty similar)
Orisar was originally from Lighttower Hold. But after what was probably an ill timed prank on an unsuspecting neighbor in an all too serious Hold, life got awfully complicated and hard to deal with at Lighttower. So the man eventually decided that enough was enough. It had only been a joke after all, and turns later people were giving him grief about it. So he took his lovely wife of three turns and moved. All the way to Blossom hold. There, the young couple stood out like sore thumbs, both being of dark features and complexions in a hold of mostly fairer people.
It was not until their fifth turn of wedlock that his wife, Enalisa, finally conceived. The couple were so excited that they re did nearly their entire home in preparation for a baby to become part of their family. It was much to their surprise when Enalisa did not stop expanding at the normal size for a woman carrying a child. Several worrying months after when they had thought she would be due, Enalisa went into labor. Fourty hours of grueling labor later, they had not one, but two healthy little girls. Even at birth they were identical to one another, sharing the same little splash of dark hair on their round heads, and the same penetrating chocolate stare.
For several hours after Orena, the youngest, was born, the Healer attending the birthing was very concerned that Enalisa was not going to make it, the birth had drained so much from her after having been carrying the twins. Despite being exhausted himself, the Healer stuck to the job and in the end, Enalisa began to appear as if she was going to make it after all. The sounds of the girls in the room with her definitely seemed to help her recover. For when they were taken away, under the presumption of letting the mother rest, her health definitely declined drastically.
After nearly a full turn of struggling with her health, Enalisa finally got most of her strength back and took on most of the work that went with raising two hyper little girls, allowing Orisar to return to his trade. As the turns passed, the playful twins grew up in the society of Blossom, getting the lighthearted attitude that most of the Holders had, and very little of the more somber flavor from their parents, which had over the turns lightened considerably.
The pair had very little in the way of remarkable things happen to them as they grew, only becoming more and more lovely as they aged. When their nineth turn came, their parents took them and started teaching them the trade they had brought with them from Lighttower. For both of them were in the textile business, making fabric for the Hold to use.
So it was that first they learned to comb out the wools of the animals that would produce such fibers, as well as the fibers of soaked plants. Once they had that mastered, Enalisa taught the girls how to spin, first on drop spindles and then later on with the big wheel that Enalisa herself used most often. When they became proficient in its use, Orisar went out and proudly commissioned a pair of wheels to be made for his daughters. For wheels were expensive things to be had, much less actually owned. The two wheels were identical, as were the girls using them. With three wheels humming away during the day, Orisar certainly had more thread than he could keep up with in his weaving – and he was no slow weaver, having been doing it his whole life.
When the girls turned thirteen, Orisar took them to his massive loom, and started teaching them how to weave. First the simple up and down of the tabby weave, and then the slightly more complex twill weaves. Once they had those basic patterns down, he began to teach them both material production, and tapestry weaving on dual layers. Only the tapestry weaving used all of the many harnesses on the massive loom, and the girls absolutely adored the thunk-kchunk of the harnesses sliding up and down as the shuttles flew back and forth, giggling the whole way.
A couple times, as these things happen, with a pair of mischievous girls at the controls, some of the tapestries would come out with this strange line running all the way across the picture in the material, where the top half of the image was slid sideways about three stitches in relation to the bottom half. Naturally, Orisar would be rather ticked that this had happened, for it was a very large, massive job to reverse weave a tapestry all the way back to that error, and reweave it properly. But with his strict direction the girls improved in keeping track of where they were, until they were both quite good at the job.
It wasn't until about their fifteenth turn that Isori started getting a different personality streak from her twin, becoming more serious and mentally maturing a tad faster than Orena. She started becoming more serious about the business and making sure things were squared away, all the t's crossed and i's dotted. Orena saw this as a most unfortunate turn of events, and would do whatever she could think of to get Isori back into that giggly getting-into-things mode. It worked – sometimes. But not always.
In their sixteenth year, the twins discovered boys! Which started a whole other lot of trouble in the Hold, often times with Orisar having to go find his girls and root them out of wherever they were hiding now, all while trying to save their face at the same time. It would not do at all for him to have both of his precious daughters seen as less than couth.
Isori was tamed easily enough, after a stern talking to (he thought), but Orena continued to defy him, trouncing off to do whatever she was going to do. Little did he know that sometimes that Orena wandering off wasn't Orena …
All in all, the family was a very self contained bunch, paying most of their attention to their own affairs. The workings of the world around the Hold were regarded with the paradigm of leave it well enough alone and it'd leave them alone. So long as tithes were paid on time, it seemed to work well enough for Orisar. He was not the Lord Holder, it was not his business what the world outside was doing. So it was with some surprise and consternation when a dragonrider suddenly turned up on his doorstep, telling him that they were taking his girls – both of them – to the Weyr.
To be quite blunt, Orisar was pissed, as he perceived that he did not have a choice in whether they took his daughters or not, which was not the case. Other than turning red in the face, Orisar did not do anything to object, for he saw no way to keep the twins at home, much less do it with any kind of civility. He did request for more time however, and to his surprise the rider, who had been nothing but courteous, was quite willing to allow it. In the few days grace granted, Orisar made sure he had purchased and given some certain gifts to both of his girls, as well as a stern talking to about what they were to do and not do. The gifts looked like jewlery, but were pretty baubles as only secondary to their natures. For they were things with which he determined the girls could defend themselves if need be, from the (in his opinion) overly promiscuous Dragonriders. Hair combs that concealed blades were what they were, as both girls had abundant and attractive hair – it would only be natural for them to wear combs, no?
Enalisa packed the bags for the girls as Orisar lectured them, aware that her husband was not pleased at all. She herself could not stop her tears as she packed – losing both of her precious baby girls to the arrogant Riders! No, she was not happy in the least with this idea. But when she came to the door with the packed backs, not a tear was to be seen on her face. Well versed in keeping up appearances, Enalisa only hugged each of her daughters in turn, wishing them well, promising to ship their wheels to them at the Weyr.
Excited to be finding themselves on the verge of a whole new place to explore and sheltered from world politics, the twins had no idea what they were walking into. But they went for it with curious minds and high hopes, eager to see what they would find in this place that had somehow found them and requested that they move in.
How strange was that?!
Shortly after they arrived at the Weyr, their lives started to stray from identical. For they attended a hatching, and Orena impressed, but Isori did not. This left Isori in a very strange and interesting spot while Orena went off with her new class with her new lifemate. Isori couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to impress a dragon, but Orena seemed to be happy for the most part. Stuck in candidate classes while Orena went to weyrling classes, the two saw little of each other during the days anymore. But they often made a point of spending a few hours together each night, swapping notes and all around visiting.
Isori found Orena's dragon to be quite interesting to take note of, sometimes even going for walks with the weyrling when Orena was under the weather - inadvertently furthering the whole Isori/Orena confusion for the Weyr.
But in the middle of all that, a coup was staged where Wasteland took over Selenitas. What all happened, Isori had no idea. All she knew was that the Candidate Master whisked her out of the barracks along with many others, to dragons who spirited them away - to where?
The jungle? She had no idea where she was. But she met up with Orena's teacher, M'kai, and witnessed the horrible tragedy of him losing every mind-pet he'd had ... all in an effort to find out for her whether or not Orena was alive.
The escapees moved to an old abandoned Weyr and called it Burimyu. There, M'kai became the Candidate Master instead of a WLM, and Isori found herself spending copious quantities of time with him. Until ultimately she ended up breaking quite a few rules in his company just before she, too, Impressed at Jingth's last clutch.
It was a happy and sad day. For Isori gained a life in Aikelyth, but the stranded Weyr lost its only Queen to between as Jingth followed after her previously slain rider, who had been taken by an unknown beast in the caverns.
