Post by dragon on Aug 11, 2010 16:19:28 GMT -5
Humans:
Name: Orena
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
March 2998
Rank: Sr Textile Apprentice
Physical Appearance:
Orena is a flashy, curvy girl. She flaunts it for all she's worth with low cut blouses that might be considered just a touch snug, and gathered skirts that don't reach beyond her knees. She usually wears her curly rich brown hair loose if she can at all get away with it, taking care to make sure it's just as eye catching as it can be. She tends to patter about barefoot if she can, only wearing light slipper-shoes when she can't.
Orena stands at 5' 6" tall, just exactly the same height as her twin sister, and shares the same milk chocolate colored eyes. She is by far more prone to smiling openly, however, making the rich color of her eyes stand out.
Personality: While her twin sister is the obvious introvert, Orena is the extrovert. She is out there with the people, mingling with them and being all around happy. She's quite eager to laugh at their jokes and dance with them and play silly games. Quite hyper active, she adores going places, doing and seeing things. She is not at all afraid of getting dirty, especially if she can talk some good looking body into helping her get clean again.
She is female and knows it, playing it up for all she's worth, quite willing to let the lads do all the heavy lifting and show off their muscles for her to oogle over. Orena is a bundle of energy, that's for sure and there is no mistaking that there isn't a whole lot that will slow her down. If someone insists on being a party pooper, she just moves on and goes about her thing, looking for someone a tad more willing to have some fun.
She is quite aware that on rare occasions her twin will drop her facade of seriousness and masquerade around as her own self, but she hardly has a problem with it, indeed finding it quite funny. Sometimes it's a whole lot of fun to suddenly present people with two of her! That, and she views it as good for her sister's soul, to have some fun. Even if that does sometimes get her into trouble … especially when whatever happened involves boys … or girls … or relationships in general. Quite tricky that, when people start pointing fingers and being jealous and all that fun stuff. She tries to keep a straight face through it all, even though she can catch on pretty quick that they're talking about something her sister did and not her. She's not that short on memory!
Of course this is only perpetuated by her own fickle nature, flitting from friend to friend as the mood suits her. She is entirely too happy to just run up and jump on someone for a big hug.
But Orena does a few things that her twin is not at all aware of. Just as Isori is occasionally known to take on Orena's persona, Orena does the same! Entirely in secret of course. Sometimes just to see what her sister is up to, see if people treat her any different just from the way she dresses, and more importantly … to stir up a tad bit of trouble for her sister too! Because, as everyone knows !! Isori can be such a stick in the mud about letting her hair down.
As a result, though no one knows about this random person-swapping, no one can really be sure which twin they're talking to at any given moment in time. Not unless they can get both of the girls in the same spot, know that things might be amiss on identities, and some how tell one from the other. For! Even when they are together, a body can never truly know which girl is wearing which personality! Only the twins know, in the end, which is which.
(If Isori knew that Orena was impersonating her, she might well squeal and tackle her, shaking her twin in horror... yeah, little bit of hypocrisy there)
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?!
It was not long after moving to the Weyr that Orena Impressed, but Isori did not. There was when their lives started taking different paths, instead of walking in tandem every step of the way. For now Orena was a weyrling! She adored her Riavorth, and did her best to study her lessons well. But Riavorth stressed her out a lot with her big-bad-green attitude that didn't take any prisoners. Orena was convinced for a little while that Riavorth wasn't going to survive Weyrlinghood for challenging all her teachers so brashly.
But miraculously, they survived. They even survived the coup that Wasteland exacted on Selenitas. But that bothered Orena far more, for in the coup her twin vanished. To where, why, and how she had no idea. All she knew was that Isori was nolonger anywhere to be found.
It was not until shortly after graduation, and she ran into her old Weyrlingmaster M'kai at a gather that she came to realize that Isori was not only still alive, but doing well despite being stuck out who-knew-where with the other refugees. After a happy, goofy little tryst with M'kai (who thought she was Isori), Orena kept her eyes peeled. A few days later at the same gather, she happened across her twin and spent a few hours catching up with her - and giving her a nice bundle of clothes and supplies to boot.
But the reunion was short lived, and Isori was forced to flee once again when Wasteland came down on the gather like a ten-ton hammer. Aware that Isori is alive and well, Orena goes about her own affairs much more happily than she had before, keeping her eyes peeled for anything she might do yet.
Dragon
DECEASED IN SELENITAS EARTHQUAKE
Nymph Green
Name: Riavorth
Impressed to: Orena
3015
Color: Green (#019E00)
Appearance: Riavorth is large for a green. Full-grown, she’ll probably dwarf a few blues in both length and bulk, for this dragon is certainly no lightweight. Her body is a mass of muscle, and, though she’ll never admit it, there’s a layer of fat, too, particularly thick around her midriff and hind legs. With a thick, short neck and equally stout tail, Riavorth’s head is very blunt, convex with a wide forehead narrowing down to a small muzzle. Her jaw is heavy, to match the rest of her body; one look at Riavorth and it’s clear that she’ll be incredibly strong, especially since her wings, instead of being short like her body proportions might suggest, are long, sweeping and wide.
Pure strength. Riavorth’s strengths lie in her muscle mass. Her wings are capable of holding her in the air for long periods of time at a stretch, and short bursts of speed occasionally, but agility is lost upon her, as is the gracefulness that might come with flight. If some dragons can be likened to a deer, Riavorth is more like a bull. Changing direction with such a short rudder as she has is difficult, but for long stretches of flight in one direction, Riavorth is unsurpassable. On the ground, Riavorth is still the bull, in a manner of speaking; the green still isn’t elegant, but she gets where she’s going just fine, without tripping.
A bright forest green, Riavorth’s hide is extremely sensitive, soft and supple when healthy and easily cracking and itching when oiled irregularly, save for her feet. Around her talons and knuckles, the hide is rough, permanently; no amount of oiling will ease that. The hide in that area, and in erratic patches up her forelegs, is a darker shade of green; the same dark shade is found in a gradual fade along her neck ridges and tail ridges, as well in her wing sails.
Riavorth’s eyes are fairly sensitive to light, which tends to make the green cranky in the daylight – but at night. Oh, at night Riavorth positively thrives. Her first eyelid allows her to reflect light, and, combined with her already-sensitive eyes, the green can see as clearly as most other dragons do during the day with remarkable ease.
Personality: Black and white. Everything in Riavorth’s world is either one or the other, and there seems to be no middle ground – which makes many opinions clash on this green. She’s either absolutely sweet to you, or she’s downright nasty; she’ll never be neutral, truly, unless she has never seen you before. In truth, Riavorth is a very simple-minded creature, and it’s extraordinarily difficult to get on her good side once you’re on her bad – this green holds grudges for a remarkably long time, even if it means repeating in her mind a list of who she doesn’t like and why in order to remember it, every single day, given the three-day memory span of most dragons.
For those that she does like, Riavorth is extremely loyal, if not a little on the clingy side. She’s overprotective (to say the least), especially when it comes to flirting. Let nobody consider flirting with anyone Riavorth likes, male or female, or they’ll almost certainly have an enemy for life in this green. In fact, any attempts at even befriending anyone ‘claimed’ by Riavorth will be viewed with more than a little unhappiness; they’re her friends, after all. That friend can expect a petulant outburst from Riavorth, usually on the spot; the green doesn’t seem to filter her thoughts at all.
Bratty, Riavorth is. Insults and teasing will very rapidly send her mood into a downwards spiral, and that will never end well. Neither will confusing her; Riavorth’s patience is notoriously short, and her temper fiery. In fact, Riavorth will often lash out physically as well as with verbal threats should it come to that. She’s not stupid enough to do anything that will leave permanent marks, fortunately, and it’s a side never displayed to those that are ‘hers’; they’ll receive a caring creature, instead. Not a very sensitive one, but Riavorth tries, truly, even if sometimes her good intentions turn out badly.
Name: Orena
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bi
March 2998
Rank: Sr Textile Apprentice
Physical Appearance:
Orena is a flashy, curvy girl. She flaunts it for all she's worth with low cut blouses that might be considered just a touch snug, and gathered skirts that don't reach beyond her knees. She usually wears her curly rich brown hair loose if she can at all get away with it, taking care to make sure it's just as eye catching as it can be. She tends to patter about barefoot if she can, only wearing light slipper-shoes when she can't.
Orena stands at 5' 6" tall, just exactly the same height as her twin sister, and shares the same milk chocolate colored eyes. She is by far more prone to smiling openly, however, making the rich color of her eyes stand out.
Personality: While her twin sister is the obvious introvert, Orena is the extrovert. She is out there with the people, mingling with them and being all around happy. She's quite eager to laugh at their jokes and dance with them and play silly games. Quite hyper active, she adores going places, doing and seeing things. She is not at all afraid of getting dirty, especially if she can talk some good looking body into helping her get clean again.
She is female and knows it, playing it up for all she's worth, quite willing to let the lads do all the heavy lifting and show off their muscles for her to oogle over. Orena is a bundle of energy, that's for sure and there is no mistaking that there isn't a whole lot that will slow her down. If someone insists on being a party pooper, she just moves on and goes about her thing, looking for someone a tad more willing to have some fun.
She is quite aware that on rare occasions her twin will drop her facade of seriousness and masquerade around as her own self, but she hardly has a problem with it, indeed finding it quite funny. Sometimes it's a whole lot of fun to suddenly present people with two of her! That, and she views it as good for her sister's soul, to have some fun. Even if that does sometimes get her into trouble … especially when whatever happened involves boys … or girls … or relationships in general. Quite tricky that, when people start pointing fingers and being jealous and all that fun stuff. She tries to keep a straight face through it all, even though she can catch on pretty quick that they're talking about something her sister did and not her. She's not that short on memory!
Of course this is only perpetuated by her own fickle nature, flitting from friend to friend as the mood suits her. She is entirely too happy to just run up and jump on someone for a big hug.
But Orena does a few things that her twin is not at all aware of. Just as Isori is occasionally known to take on Orena's persona, Orena does the same! Entirely in secret of course. Sometimes just to see what her sister is up to, see if people treat her any different just from the way she dresses, and more importantly … to stir up a tad bit of trouble for her sister too! Because, as everyone knows !! Isori can be such a stick in the mud about letting her hair down.
As a result, though no one knows about this random person-swapping, no one can really be sure which twin they're talking to at any given moment in time. Not unless they can get both of the girls in the same spot, know that things might be amiss on identities, and some how tell one from the other. For! Even when they are together, a body can never truly know which girl is wearing which personality! Only the twins know, in the end, which is which.
(If Isori knew that Orena was impersonating her, she might well squeal and tackle her, shaking her twin in horror... yeah, little bit of hypocrisy there)
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?!
It was not long after moving to the Weyr that Orena Impressed, but Isori did not. There was when their lives started taking different paths, instead of walking in tandem every step of the way. For now Orena was a weyrling! She adored her Riavorth, and did her best to study her lessons well. But Riavorth stressed her out a lot with her big-bad-green attitude that didn't take any prisoners. Orena was convinced for a little while that Riavorth wasn't going to survive Weyrlinghood for challenging all her teachers so brashly.
But miraculously, they survived. They even survived the coup that Wasteland exacted on Selenitas. But that bothered Orena far more, for in the coup her twin vanished. To where, why, and how she had no idea. All she knew was that Isori was nolonger anywhere to be found.
It was not until shortly after graduation, and she ran into her old Weyrlingmaster M'kai at a gather that she came to realize that Isori was not only still alive, but doing well despite being stuck out who-knew-where with the other refugees. After a happy, goofy little tryst with M'kai (who thought she was Isori), Orena kept her eyes peeled. A few days later at the same gather, she happened across her twin and spent a few hours catching up with her - and giving her a nice bundle of clothes and supplies to boot.
But the reunion was short lived, and Isori was forced to flee once again when Wasteland came down on the gather like a ten-ton hammer. Aware that Isori is alive and well, Orena goes about her own affairs much more happily than she had before, keeping her eyes peeled for anything she might do yet.
Dragon
DECEASED IN SELENITAS EARTHQUAKE
Nymph Green
Name: Riavorth
Impressed to: Orena
3015
Color: Green (#019E00)
Appearance: Riavorth is large for a green. Full-grown, she’ll probably dwarf a few blues in both length and bulk, for this dragon is certainly no lightweight. Her body is a mass of muscle, and, though she’ll never admit it, there’s a layer of fat, too, particularly thick around her midriff and hind legs. With a thick, short neck and equally stout tail, Riavorth’s head is very blunt, convex with a wide forehead narrowing down to a small muzzle. Her jaw is heavy, to match the rest of her body; one look at Riavorth and it’s clear that she’ll be incredibly strong, especially since her wings, instead of being short like her body proportions might suggest, are long, sweeping and wide.
Pure strength. Riavorth’s strengths lie in her muscle mass. Her wings are capable of holding her in the air for long periods of time at a stretch, and short bursts of speed occasionally, but agility is lost upon her, as is the gracefulness that might come with flight. If some dragons can be likened to a deer, Riavorth is more like a bull. Changing direction with such a short rudder as she has is difficult, but for long stretches of flight in one direction, Riavorth is unsurpassable. On the ground, Riavorth is still the bull, in a manner of speaking; the green still isn’t elegant, but she gets where she’s going just fine, without tripping.
A bright forest green, Riavorth’s hide is extremely sensitive, soft and supple when healthy and easily cracking and itching when oiled irregularly, save for her feet. Around her talons and knuckles, the hide is rough, permanently; no amount of oiling will ease that. The hide in that area, and in erratic patches up her forelegs, is a darker shade of green; the same dark shade is found in a gradual fade along her neck ridges and tail ridges, as well in her wing sails.
Riavorth’s eyes are fairly sensitive to light, which tends to make the green cranky in the daylight – but at night. Oh, at night Riavorth positively thrives. Her first eyelid allows her to reflect light, and, combined with her already-sensitive eyes, the green can see as clearly as most other dragons do during the day with remarkable ease.
Personality: Black and white. Everything in Riavorth’s world is either one or the other, and there seems to be no middle ground – which makes many opinions clash on this green. She’s either absolutely sweet to you, or she’s downright nasty; she’ll never be neutral, truly, unless she has never seen you before. In truth, Riavorth is a very simple-minded creature, and it’s extraordinarily difficult to get on her good side once you’re on her bad – this green holds grudges for a remarkably long time, even if it means repeating in her mind a list of who she doesn’t like and why in order to remember it, every single day, given the three-day memory span of most dragons.
For those that she does like, Riavorth is extremely loyal, if not a little on the clingy side. She’s overprotective (to say the least), especially when it comes to flirting. Let nobody consider flirting with anyone Riavorth likes, male or female, or they’ll almost certainly have an enemy for life in this green. In fact, any attempts at even befriending anyone ‘claimed’ by Riavorth will be viewed with more than a little unhappiness; they’re her friends, after all. That friend can expect a petulant outburst from Riavorth, usually on the spot; the green doesn’t seem to filter her thoughts at all.
Bratty, Riavorth is. Insults and teasing will very rapidly send her mood into a downwards spiral, and that will never end well. Neither will confusing her; Riavorth’s patience is notoriously short, and her temper fiery. In fact, Riavorth will often lash out physically as well as with verbal threats should it come to that. She’s not stupid enough to do anything that will leave permanent marks, fortunately, and it’s a side never displayed to those that are ‘hers’; they’ll receive a caring creature, instead. Not a very sensitive one, but Riavorth tries, truly, even if sometimes her good intentions turn out badly.