Post by randi on Feb 23, 2008 17:15:38 GMT -5
Human:
Name: Ellanie
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Green Wherhandler
Birth Month: May
Physical Appearance: Ellanie is neither pretty nor ugly, just appears sort of average. First of all, she is rather short, standing at about five feet and three inches. Her frame is a bit on the heavy side, and gives her the appearance of being chubby even though she is, for the most part, in shape. Her hair comes to about her shoulders, and is dishwater blond in color. The dark yellow is destroyed by streaks of dark reds and browns that deepen the color even more, to make it appear differently in varying light. Long bangs flop around her eyes, which are dark blue in color, mostly covering the right one, if any shape can be given at all. Her skin is a pale tan, faint scars dotting her body, along with fresh scrapes and scratches.
Ellanie is the complete opposite of graceful. If there is something to be tripped over, or stumbled into, she will find it ninety percent of the time. She moves quickly, and doesn’t seem to think much before doing so, and it ends up with her getting hurt. Her clothing is simply what is comfortable, and she makes no superfluous effort to appearing pretty, though would likely let someone else if they tried.
Personality: Ellanie is a very infectious woman. She loves to smile and laugh, and feels even better if she can find people to share it with. She is very outgoing, for the most part, and enjoys being in large groups of people. Being in the limelight is far from her mind, she just wants to have fun, and have friends to have fun with. She is spontaneous, and enjoys the thrill of living in the moment. Embarrassment is almost unknown to her. If people don’t approve of what she does, then more power to them. However, she does have some loose idea of what she wants in her future, and that comes before all else.
She is not one to judge on character, preferring to get to know someone before making early assessments. If someone won’t allow her to get that close, she’ll make a mental note about it, but it won’t bother her too bad.
If there is one thing Ellanie can’t stand, it is vanity. People who believe that their looks make them better than anyone else disgust her, and, should they make a point of treating her like dirt, will find themselves ignored, though that probably wouldn’t matter. If the situation presents itself right, she enjoys making them messy just to try and appeal to the child inside of them, but she doesn’t go out of the way to make these situations possible. Pranking has never been a good hobby of hers, as she would rather let the situations be a surprise for everyone, including herself. She doesn’t brood over things, and tries to be an optimist when she can. There are times, however, when the silver lining simply refuses to show itself to her. On those rare days, she is not one to approach, as the approacher will find themselves questioned on all sorts of things while she searches for the happiness.
In curiosity, she is very much like a child. She loves to learn, and she is not stubborn enough in her beliefs to keep from them changing with the right evidence. Her inner child will always have one voice, and it is the single unchangeable belief that all people have good inside of them somewhere, no matter how deep down it is buried.
History: Ellanie was born as the result of a one night stand between her father, a brownrider, and her mother, a woman of Blossom Hold. For the first few Turns of her life, Ellanie was a sort of bonding for her parents, as her father wished to remain part of her life, while her mother cared for her. She saw her father almost once every two weeks, and, by the time she was five, thought that the normal order of things followed her parents. When her mother found herself to be pregnant again, her father was overjoyed, and offered to take the woman and Ellanie, back to Selenitas Weyr where they’re lives could flourish, but the dream was put down. The woman wanted Ellanie and her new child to be raised in the encouraging atmosphere of Blossom Hold. The father, reluctantly, agreed that Hold atmosphere was more likely to be a positive influence than back home, and continued with his visits, though he seemed slightly less happy than before.
When it came time for her mother to give birth, Ellanie, bright eyed and very young, was ecstatic to see her little brother or sister. When her mother went into labor, however, things around her seemed to whirl. She heard shouts, and saw people running to and from the house, trying desperately to get her out of the way for something. Early in the morning, the hustle and bustle died down, and a somber tone fell over the cothold. Complications had arisen during the birth, and both the mother and baby had been lost.
Ellanie was fostered to a woman with two children of her own, both within a Turn or two of Ellanie. Not understanding, but accepting, she continued to grow in relative happiness. The visits from her father began to happen only once a month, her foster mother not wanting his deep upset to distress his daughter. Her new mother cared for her without bias, and the children accepted her as their sister. Together, the three of them would go watch the dolphineers, and even talked about becoming apprentices when they were old enough.
That chance didn’t get to come for Ellanie. The day she Turned eleven, her father went to her foster mother and explained that he wanted Ellanie to come share her life with him and his weyrmate. Reluctant, but feeling that he had a right to it, she allowed Ellanie to go.
Life at the Weyr felt very different for Ellanie, and she became bored very easily. She volunteered to do chores simply to have some sort of activity, and felt like an outsider among the weyrbrats, no matter how welcoming they seemed. Her father and his weyrmate taught her eagerly, when they could, and, when she was twelve, showed her to her first watchwher, making comments about how hideous the creature was in jest.
When she was fourteen and was considered one of the less attractive girls around the Weyr, she remembered that excursion, and began questioning anyone and everyone about the creatures. The next time she saw one, she felt a fluttering inside of her, and realized what she wanted to do with herself: become a wherhandler.
Fueled by this realization, she began working hard at her parents to gain their approval, but her father seemed simply adamant that if she was going to bond to anything, that she at least attempt to stand at a Hatching. This wasn’t what Ellanie wanted, and she continued to fuss with him about it. When she was sixteen, the two finally got into a heated argument, one of Ellanie’s first, in which she stormed out, declaring that she could take care of herself. The brash move left her almost completely alone, something she hated.
It was completely by accident that she found herself reverting back to her pleasant manner of dealing with people. She began playing with the weyrbrats that had used to be too young for her, and found the company to be much better. It was noticed that she did very little actual work unless requested of her, of which she then complied without complaint. A woman approached her one day and made a proposition that made sense, and was heartily accepted. Thus, Ellanie began working in the crèche, keeping the weyrbrats somewhere safe, teaching them, playing with them. It came almost as second nature.
Formerly oblivious to all that went on in the Weyr, the people with whom she worked began speaking of noticeable gossip, the tales weaving their way into the mind of the young woman. Appalled of the things she did not know, she began inquiring, drinking up the knowledge like a child, both losing and gaining hope with each story the women spoke of. She found herself despising Northerners, and taking on patriotic pride in the South. She worked for Turns, keeping her dream alive, when, all of a sudden, another tale wove its way into her world.
A golden wher had stolen a pair of weyrlings room in the barracks, giving birth to a clutch within there. Excited, she began to feel a fire spreading through her, passionate, engulfing her life. She was ready to finally get to try to become a wherhandler. The chance proved to be the only one she needed. Green Ellanisk was the first to Hatch, and the first to Impress to the excited candidate.
Wher:
Name: Ellanisk
Color: Green
Age: 6 Months
Appearance: Small and spritely, Ellanisk lack of visible muscles is clear. She is interestingly petite, and the little muscle she has is used to keep her doing basic wher handling. Small loads are the best that Ellanisk is able to carry, making her quite useless for intense mine work. However, she is fairly good at quicker work. She is surprisingly fast and nimble, making it easy for her to chase things through the jungle or leap around. It seems that being a watch-wher is more of her calling, for her absence of muscle and her ability to be fast makes it easy for her to chase threats down.
Ellanisk’s bubbly personality is reflected in her color. It is a light shade of green, nearing a pastel color. To one, it might seem like a sickly color, but it looks cheerful when shone under the light of glows. The color is solid all around, except for her underbelly. Her underside is speckled with spots of darker green, making it look like her stomach has a severe case of the freckles. She enjoys having her belly rubbed, so these splotches are obvious when she lies on her side with her belly up, awaiting to be rubbed there.
Personality: All around, Ellanisk is a happy creature to a point where one may wonder if she understands bad things happen in the world. When the sun sets, Ellanisk comes up to romp around the Weyr happily, looking for new things to explore and new people to meet. When she meets someone new, she doesn’t hesitate in flopping to her side to beg for a belly rub. If she especially likes someone, she will even try crawling onto their lap (perhaps knocking them over in the process) to cuddle with them, nuzzling them and licking their face affectionately.
She also has her fair share of energy. She always is looking to play, acting often like a young puppy. Toys may be a necessity for her handler, because Ellanisk requires constant activity. Fortunately, she gets tired fairly quickly, and will curl up for periodic naps before playing again. If she can find someone else to play with, all the better for her! Games of chasing, hide and seek, and pretending to fight are her favorite things to do, so having someone there to do so with her is always a plus, even if it isn’t her handler.
((Her name is pronounced El-la-nee. *The More You Know*))
Name: Ellanie
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Green Wherhandler
Birth Month: May
Physical Appearance: Ellanie is neither pretty nor ugly, just appears sort of average. First of all, she is rather short, standing at about five feet and three inches. Her frame is a bit on the heavy side, and gives her the appearance of being chubby even though she is, for the most part, in shape. Her hair comes to about her shoulders, and is dishwater blond in color. The dark yellow is destroyed by streaks of dark reds and browns that deepen the color even more, to make it appear differently in varying light. Long bangs flop around her eyes, which are dark blue in color, mostly covering the right one, if any shape can be given at all. Her skin is a pale tan, faint scars dotting her body, along with fresh scrapes and scratches.
Ellanie is the complete opposite of graceful. If there is something to be tripped over, or stumbled into, she will find it ninety percent of the time. She moves quickly, and doesn’t seem to think much before doing so, and it ends up with her getting hurt. Her clothing is simply what is comfortable, and she makes no superfluous effort to appearing pretty, though would likely let someone else if they tried.
Personality: Ellanie is a very infectious woman. She loves to smile and laugh, and feels even better if she can find people to share it with. She is very outgoing, for the most part, and enjoys being in large groups of people. Being in the limelight is far from her mind, she just wants to have fun, and have friends to have fun with. She is spontaneous, and enjoys the thrill of living in the moment. Embarrassment is almost unknown to her. If people don’t approve of what she does, then more power to them. However, she does have some loose idea of what she wants in her future, and that comes before all else.
She is not one to judge on character, preferring to get to know someone before making early assessments. If someone won’t allow her to get that close, she’ll make a mental note about it, but it won’t bother her too bad.
If there is one thing Ellanie can’t stand, it is vanity. People who believe that their looks make them better than anyone else disgust her, and, should they make a point of treating her like dirt, will find themselves ignored, though that probably wouldn’t matter. If the situation presents itself right, she enjoys making them messy just to try and appeal to the child inside of them, but she doesn’t go out of the way to make these situations possible. Pranking has never been a good hobby of hers, as she would rather let the situations be a surprise for everyone, including herself. She doesn’t brood over things, and tries to be an optimist when she can. There are times, however, when the silver lining simply refuses to show itself to her. On those rare days, she is not one to approach, as the approacher will find themselves questioned on all sorts of things while she searches for the happiness.
In curiosity, she is very much like a child. She loves to learn, and she is not stubborn enough in her beliefs to keep from them changing with the right evidence. Her inner child will always have one voice, and it is the single unchangeable belief that all people have good inside of them somewhere, no matter how deep down it is buried.
History: Ellanie was born as the result of a one night stand between her father, a brownrider, and her mother, a woman of Blossom Hold. For the first few Turns of her life, Ellanie was a sort of bonding for her parents, as her father wished to remain part of her life, while her mother cared for her. She saw her father almost once every two weeks, and, by the time she was five, thought that the normal order of things followed her parents. When her mother found herself to be pregnant again, her father was overjoyed, and offered to take the woman and Ellanie, back to Selenitas Weyr where they’re lives could flourish, but the dream was put down. The woman wanted Ellanie and her new child to be raised in the encouraging atmosphere of Blossom Hold. The father, reluctantly, agreed that Hold atmosphere was more likely to be a positive influence than back home, and continued with his visits, though he seemed slightly less happy than before.
When it came time for her mother to give birth, Ellanie, bright eyed and very young, was ecstatic to see her little brother or sister. When her mother went into labor, however, things around her seemed to whirl. She heard shouts, and saw people running to and from the house, trying desperately to get her out of the way for something. Early in the morning, the hustle and bustle died down, and a somber tone fell over the cothold. Complications had arisen during the birth, and both the mother and baby had been lost.
Ellanie was fostered to a woman with two children of her own, both within a Turn or two of Ellanie. Not understanding, but accepting, she continued to grow in relative happiness. The visits from her father began to happen only once a month, her foster mother not wanting his deep upset to distress his daughter. Her new mother cared for her without bias, and the children accepted her as their sister. Together, the three of them would go watch the dolphineers, and even talked about becoming apprentices when they were old enough.
That chance didn’t get to come for Ellanie. The day she Turned eleven, her father went to her foster mother and explained that he wanted Ellanie to come share her life with him and his weyrmate. Reluctant, but feeling that he had a right to it, she allowed Ellanie to go.
Life at the Weyr felt very different for Ellanie, and she became bored very easily. She volunteered to do chores simply to have some sort of activity, and felt like an outsider among the weyrbrats, no matter how welcoming they seemed. Her father and his weyrmate taught her eagerly, when they could, and, when she was twelve, showed her to her first watchwher, making comments about how hideous the creature was in jest.
When she was fourteen and was considered one of the less attractive girls around the Weyr, she remembered that excursion, and began questioning anyone and everyone about the creatures. The next time she saw one, she felt a fluttering inside of her, and realized what she wanted to do with herself: become a wherhandler.
Fueled by this realization, she began working hard at her parents to gain their approval, but her father seemed simply adamant that if she was going to bond to anything, that she at least attempt to stand at a Hatching. This wasn’t what Ellanie wanted, and she continued to fuss with him about it. When she was sixteen, the two finally got into a heated argument, one of Ellanie’s first, in which she stormed out, declaring that she could take care of herself. The brash move left her almost completely alone, something she hated.
It was completely by accident that she found herself reverting back to her pleasant manner of dealing with people. She began playing with the weyrbrats that had used to be too young for her, and found the company to be much better. It was noticed that she did very little actual work unless requested of her, of which she then complied without complaint. A woman approached her one day and made a proposition that made sense, and was heartily accepted. Thus, Ellanie began working in the crèche, keeping the weyrbrats somewhere safe, teaching them, playing with them. It came almost as second nature.
Formerly oblivious to all that went on in the Weyr, the people with whom she worked began speaking of noticeable gossip, the tales weaving their way into the mind of the young woman. Appalled of the things she did not know, she began inquiring, drinking up the knowledge like a child, both losing and gaining hope with each story the women spoke of. She found herself despising Northerners, and taking on patriotic pride in the South. She worked for Turns, keeping her dream alive, when, all of a sudden, another tale wove its way into her world.
A golden wher had stolen a pair of weyrlings room in the barracks, giving birth to a clutch within there. Excited, she began to feel a fire spreading through her, passionate, engulfing her life. She was ready to finally get to try to become a wherhandler. The chance proved to be the only one she needed. Green Ellanisk was the first to Hatch, and the first to Impress to the excited candidate.
Wher:
Name: Ellanisk
Color: Green
Age: 6 Months
Appearance: Small and spritely, Ellanisk lack of visible muscles is clear. She is interestingly petite, and the little muscle she has is used to keep her doing basic wher handling. Small loads are the best that Ellanisk is able to carry, making her quite useless for intense mine work. However, she is fairly good at quicker work. She is surprisingly fast and nimble, making it easy for her to chase things through the jungle or leap around. It seems that being a watch-wher is more of her calling, for her absence of muscle and her ability to be fast makes it easy for her to chase threats down.
Ellanisk’s bubbly personality is reflected in her color. It is a light shade of green, nearing a pastel color. To one, it might seem like a sickly color, but it looks cheerful when shone under the light of glows. The color is solid all around, except for her underbelly. Her underside is speckled with spots of darker green, making it look like her stomach has a severe case of the freckles. She enjoys having her belly rubbed, so these splotches are obvious when she lies on her side with her belly up, awaiting to be rubbed there.
Personality: All around, Ellanisk is a happy creature to a point where one may wonder if she understands bad things happen in the world. When the sun sets, Ellanisk comes up to romp around the Weyr happily, looking for new things to explore and new people to meet. When she meets someone new, she doesn’t hesitate in flopping to her side to beg for a belly rub. If she especially likes someone, she will even try crawling onto their lap (perhaps knocking them over in the process) to cuddle with them, nuzzling them and licking their face affectionately.
She also has her fair share of energy. She always is looking to play, acting often like a young puppy. Toys may be a necessity for her handler, because Ellanisk requires constant activity. Fortunately, she gets tired fairly quickly, and will curl up for periodic naps before playing again. If she can find someone else to play with, all the better for her! Games of chasing, hide and seek, and pretending to fight are her favorite things to do, so having someone there to do so with her is always a plus, even if it isn’t her handler.
((Her name is pronounced El-la-nee. *The More You Know*))
