Post by lilliana on Oct 21, 2007 1:03:33 GMT -5
Humans:
[/i][/b][/u]Name: Mariyelle
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Green rider
Physical Appearance: Although certainly not the prettiest thing to hit the face of Pern, Mariyelle could certainly be (and was) considered ‘well enough’ by many, including her parents and Jikle. Brown, curly locks tumble down her back, giving a slightly bouncy look to the calm, collected girl.
Brown, no nonsense eyes have slowly, gradually, grown more companionable and friendly. They have a bit more twinkle and shine, and her pale lips have colored in nicely over the past two turns. Whereas before she was ‘alright’, now Mariyelle could easily receive a second glance. A small button nose hides in her face, perfectly proportioned under her eyes, although the gap between her nose and mouth is noticeable.
She has a slender figure, one that was never quite filled out, ever at 18 turns, although she has grown more muscular. Mariyelle is only slightly petite, at 5’6”, and has learned to hold herself with pride, back always straight and shoulders rolled back. Her torso isn’t very long, and if her legs had been proportionate in size the girl would have been much shorter than she is today. Instead, muscled thighs and calves are well spread, holding a good chunk of even her small height.
Her feet are still growing, however, and she was constantly scorned for it back at ‘home’. They are, as her mother said, small boats, and are not one of her best features. However, they don’t really bother her anymore.
Personality: Mariyelle is fairly a traditional girl. She likes to have facts and will rarely believe something that doesn’t have proof, however valid they might be. This may make her difficult to talk with, especially with the difficulties between the three Weyrs, currently, but no one has been able to loosen her from this set of mind.
She has loosened up considerably since she impressed, much more jovial and amiable. This is certainly due to Arvenith. The two are constantly talking, and even when Mariyelle is conversing with other people it is very rare for there not to be comments put in by her energetic dragon.
Her strict independence has died down some, since impression, as well. Ever since those rainbow eyes met her own brown ones, Mariyelle found that she didn’t have to shelter herself from the world – she could actually trust her Arvenith, and she would be able to trust others in the Weyr, as well.
Mariyelle has a depth of intelligence, due to her former hidebound nature. She still enjoys to bury herself in records, at least when her darling green is sleeping, although now it seems as though her responsibilities have doubled. This she does not enjoy, seeing as how she adores finding new information, and she tries to establish a time in her sevenday to designate completely to a retreat into the Records Room, simply to search the piles of information.
History: Taenelle was a small holder’s daughter, one who adored order, and dreamed only of benefiting her family and hold. She was actually quite a stunning creature, with long, wavy brown hair and wonderfully blue eyes…one of the major Lord Holders might have snatched her up for their sons, had it not been for her family’s debt.
Still, a holder’s only son fell in love with her. Well…maybe not specifically her, but her beauty. So, the young man talked his father into letting him Join with her. About four sevendays passed, and they were both stationed at the hold, already becoming ambitious as Taenelle though of what would happen when the holders passed, and the son thinking of how his heir would be the most handsome man in the world, with a mother such as Taenelle.
A turn passed, and the holder’s wife passed. The holder, stricken with grief, took his own life only two weeks afterward. This left Mareit, the holder’s son, distraught for a time, until Taenelle shared her views. And they immediately worked on producing an heir.
Taenelle was quick to produce two small boys, handsome even as young as they were. They now decided that they needed a third boy, just to even out the choices, and a girl to marry off. However, they decided two was enough for now. They would raise their boys, and then they would focus on more children.
At this point, they widened their views, to look at the Weyrs as well as nearby holds. Getting news of brimming dispute between the Weyrs, Taenelle and Mareit fell back into the shadows, briefly…until the Lady gave birth to a little girl, not lovely, but passable.
Positive that they would marry her off to a major Hold, Taenelle and Mareit began to set up marriages, even at this young of an age, and they found a small, already bossy little boy, and although he was not a major Hold’s child, he came from a fairly wealthy, however small, hold. Best of all, he was three turns older than their own Mariyelle, and was already the set-in-stone choice for the heir.
Mariyelle’s early turns passed quickly. Her stubborn chin developed early, and she didn’t like being ordered around, nor the very idea of having someone practically rule over her, as it was obvious Jakle, the little holder’s boy, was sure to do.
She learned to read and write her letters quickly, although many females did not read. And although her harper was instructed only to teach her the most basic of words, Mariyelle began to explore…and she learned how to read many notes and letters not meant for her eyes by herself.
However, Taenelle did not like this. She began to arrange more lessons with the harper, in an attempt to cure her daughter of the horrible voice she had while singing. It was for this she began to hide in the Records Room. Mariyelle found a love for discovering news pieces of information, and she began to make it a reoccurring event. Especially when they started setting up ‘play dates’ with Jakle…Well, she would disappear to the Room, and no one would be able to find out where the seven-turn-old went.
The times in which Mariyelle had to be with Jakle were horrendous, especially as they got older. And once the boy had his fifteenth birthingday, it was obvious that his friends had taught him something. The drudges were all sent out of the room, and the boy captured the poor twelve-turn-old girl, his arms wrapping around her waist, and his mouth came down to meet hers. She squirmed away the first time, until the boy seemed to strike an idea.
Pushing her up against a wall, he barred her escape with his legs, and he brought his lips forcefully to her own. Mariyelle’s first kiss was less than pleasant, and she worked even harder to dodge these ‘play dates’. However, this proved to become more and more difficult, seeing as how Taenelle and Mareit seemed to want to solidify this Joining. And Mariyelle’s time with Jakle became worse and worse…although, somehow, she never lost her virginity to him.
At fifteen turns, her parents had decided she was ready to get Joined to Jakle. They began to set everything up…and then the Search came through.
It was one of those rare clutches, and although there was a queen egg, it was almost certainly going to go to the Weyrwoman’s daughter, and the riders weren’t even bothering to send out a search for it. Still, they picked Mariyelle out of the crowd, and asked her if she wanted to be a candidate.
But no. Taenelle and Mareit forbid it, and they bumped up the Joining ceremony so that it was a sevenday away. And this act made Mariyelle restless, angry, and fairly annoyed. So, three days before the wedding, she snuck out, took one of the runnerbeasts, and rode to Selenitas Hold, where an irritable brown rider, I’ir, agreed to take her to the Weyr.
At this point, Mariyelle was simply frightened, and Selenitas scared her considerably. She became blatantly timid, terribly shy, and incredibly wary of the weyrfolk, who she was always fairly frightened they would give her back to her parents and Jakle.
None did, however, and when it came time for the clutch to hatch, Mariyelle was on the Sands. A green hatched in the beginning, and she was decisive enough to take one look around the semi-circles, and bounce right up to Mariyelle. Marimine, your Arvenith is very pleased to see you. But she’s hungry…will you feed me, Marimine?
Three turns passed, Mariyelle graduated from the Weyrling class with Mal of green Meriath and Shmee of gold Aslath. The one time that Arvenith has flown, the girl locked herself up in her weyr – she is still a virgin, and is dreading the next flight of her wonderful Arvenith.
Dragons/Whers/Fire Lizards:
Name: Arvenith
Color: Green
Age: 3
Physical Appearance: A dazzling, yellow-green shade, Arvenith definitely stands out, even among her fellow greens. She’s got a somewhat-acidic tinge to her hide, and it hurts to look at her too long when she is glowing. No blemishes muss the hide, spare the rarely noticed darker tip of the dragon’s long tail.
Arvenith is smaller than most greens, perfectly proportioned, if it wasn’t for her over-long tail. Although she is fairly graceful, there are still times when the groggy dragon will trip over her tail, a sight that always pleases Mariyelle.
The very aura around Arvenith is hyper and bouncy, so that even when she’s not proddy, there’s a certain glow radiating from her figure. It’s not noticeable in the least, besides the whirling of her eyes and the usual flicks of her tail as she walks, but it is there.
Personality: More enthusiastic than her rider, she tries to bring the girl to be more relaxed and natural around people. She has done her work well, it seems.
Bouncy to a very high degree, Arvenith is always talking, whether it be to her rider, a person, or some other dragon. This makes her fairly difficult whenever they visit holds, seeing as how she tends to pick out random people and just start babbling. Some take it as a high honor, although most get bored after a time, and try to calm the rush of words.
Avernith loves people and dragons, but cannot seem to remember their names. This certainly doesn’t help with her socializing, and where most riders ask their dragons for help with names, this green asks her rider. And the best part is is that Mariyelle usually always knows who’s who.
Lastly, Arvenith always refers to Mariyelle as ‘Marimine'. It is a habit that Mariyelle has attempted to break, with now effect. It seems that that nickname is here to stay…much to her rider’s delight.
