Post by larren on Oct 12, 2010 20:18:45 GMT -5
Deceased: Died in Selenitas Earthquake Plot
Humans:
Name:Tarian
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:Tarian cuts a lithe figure, sharp angles only softly covered by barely-there curves, supplementing perceived inches to her actual 5’6. She has little in the way of chest, or hips, though she is careful to not appear boyish; she is proud of being a girl, and does what she can to flaunt it. Her tastes run in the direction of pretty dresses, heavily embroidered and formed from rich, heavy fabric, even though these are both inappropriate for Weyr life and nearly impossible for a simple weyrbrat to obtain. Still, a girl can dream, and she does possess a few pretty skirts for more formal occasions. One day she’ll be a rider – there is no way she’ll let herself stay in the lower caverns forever – which, she hopes, will provide her with more opportunity to satisfy rather vain desires.
She’s lightly muscled from an active lifestyle of chores and little chance to sit around, though this is not as pronounced as some, as she generally forces someone else to do the heavier jobs. Her posture, however, is all woman, the confident sway of a girl who is far too impressed with herself, and she’d bedded her fair share of suitors with no qualms. Her skin is that of the typical Pernese mutt, a golden shade of tan, though she’s attempted to use citrine juice to lighten it to the hue normally found in those from wealthier, more finely bred families, yet had little success. Hair, too, follows the theme, though the brown curls hold a hint of copper that livens them up slightly. She takes care over bathing and presentation, always neatly put together even if she can’t hold a candle to some of the other women in looks, but she’s found that men don’t always want women with huge physical attributes.
Her face is all planes, presenting a crystal hardness that is generally twisted into a conceited smirk. Glacial cheekbones melt into a prominent nose, undercut by slightly softer, rounded lips, adding a touch of colour to an otherwise pale face. Her eyes are catlike, often narrowed in sly amusement, and are offset by sharp, dark brows that she meticulously keeps looking neat. They’re a rather achromatic shade of brown, edging into pale circles of smoky granite, providing an ethereal veneer to her whole appearance. It’s almost as if she can stare right through you.
Personality:There is no way to sugercoat the truth. Tarian is, to put it simply, a two faced bitch with a lack of compassion. She’s not a misunderstood youth just looking for love and understanding, her harsh exterior harbouring inner softness and love, and she’s never pretended even to herself that she is. She ‘s quite happy with who she is, those who aren’t can go take a long trip between, and she has no plans to change. They’re all just jealous, she’s concluded. Her world is, in her opinion, perfect, and she understands why people would envy her position. Her outlook on life is narcissistic to the highest degree.
To those who outrank her, the Headwoman in particular, Tarian is a diligent, mature, capable girl. Her chores are always completed well and on time and she brownnoses hideously, playing the perfect child to those with the ability to cause her problems. She’s always willing to take on extra work if another hand is needed and so has turned herself into the spoilt pet of the lower caverns. This provides huge advantages to the girl; she is often given the nicer chores to do, and given trinkets or freshly cooked pastries by those taken in by the goody two shoes persona. She can’t take a step wrong and when rumours circulate about her activities – well, they must be nasty lies spread to try and smear her crystal clear reputation. Their little Rian isn’t the sort who would go round making the younger girls cry.
As one of the older candidates, as well as having lived her whole life in the Weyr, Tarian has unofficially decided that she is in charge of the female candidates. Queen Bitch, if you like. Any new girls are quickly taken into hand and told, quite firmly, the rules of the Weyr and what they are not allowed to do. This tends to be a rather threatening conversation about how Rian and her cronies are quite firmly at the top of the pecking order, and any new girl must start at the bottom. She’s not above bullying, preferring verbal abuse but occasionally stooping to physical, but she rarely gets caught. She might be nasty, but there is a sense of solidarity amongst the candidates. They’re a group together and problems are kept internal. If not, the fear of what she’ll do in retribution tends to keep tongues from wagging. Besides, who are they going to tell? She’s firmly in the Headwoman’s pocket.
Though she’ll find it fairly easy to wind up others, antagonising Rian is a much harder job. Her temper is slow burning, tending towards icy dismissals rather than passionate flare-ups, and she t keeps strict control of her emotions at all times. Everything about her life is calculated and run according to a plan that she won’t let anyone else upset. If you’re trying to make her cross, you probably don’t matter anyway, so ignoring you is probably the best course of action. Even if what you do manages to cut through, you can bet on your life that she’ll never reveal just how much she felt it. That shows weakness, and she is determined to be strong.
There’s a sly sort of intelligence to her, a conniving mind that is most often shown through her use of cutting remarks, but it becomes more apparent when playing a game of any sort. She possesses a talent of being able to think a few steps ahead, especially useful in the brutal game of female politics, occasionally employing it in gambling to gain a few extra marks. If life were a sports field, Rian would be the one injecting herself with the illegal drugs that guarantee her win, as well as the one almost glued to the practice track. There’s first and lost, and she is not a loser. She becomes viciously determined whenever she senses competition, having a desperate desire to prove herself, and she’ll never play by the rules if there is any other opportunity open. You snooze, you lose, and Tarian won’t hesitate to take advantage of you if it provides a stepping stone for herself. She’s not one you want to turn your back on.
That being said, she isn’t entirely without friends. She can be perfectly social and witty if she feels like it, though earning the level of respect needed is a rarity. Her favoured friends are, of course, those who look up to her as a leader and prove no threat to her, though she has a few riskier friendships where the balance of power isn’t always tilted in her direction – these are the most tentative, and she trusts nobody completely, and would still stab them in the back if the reward was great enough. She has family dotted through the Weyr, a half-brother here, a cousin there, though she is little more than passing acquaintances with any of these, though she won't hesitate to ask favours if she needs them.
She possesses the loose sense of decorum that comes of growing up in a Weyr, and the very nature of Selenitas forced her to grow up quickly. Work hard, play hard, give no quarter. Her relationships are all physical and just for fun, neither she nor her partners desiring commitment, though she’s picky about the men she chooses. She won’t sleep with anyone she doesn’t respect. Still, she’s no virgin Holder girl, and Tarian has found herself pregnant before, though she convinced a rider to take her between and managed to rid herself of the foetus. She won’t do anything that would risk her chance of standing, just in case her one chance happened while she wasn’t present.
Deep down, though she’d never admit it to anyone, she’s actually rather worried about her future. She isn’t getting any younger, and turn after turn of standing for clutches and always being left behind is starting to wear down her hopes. She’s too old and not skilled enough to consider a craft, and finds the idea of remaining as a kitchen worker or laundress entirely distasteful. All of the plans for her future rest on becoming a dragonrider, though the chances are growing slimmer as hatching after hatching pass without result. She’s determined not to give up and run away, despite the awful feeling of having hopes dashed, and still believes that her dragon is out there somewhere. It has to be.
History:She was born at Selenitas to a brownrider and a cook, a product of a rather long term fling which also resulted in the birth of her sister. Rian was almost immediately fostered off to the lower caverns, joining the horde of weyrbrats born in similar circumstances, but she’s never been bothered about the lack of closeness to her birth parents. Perhaps a gift on her turnday, the occasional sweetroll here or there, but that’s about as far as family ties go. The whole lower caverns was her adopted family and while the Weyr might not have been the best place for a child, it is her home.
The independence achieved, ironically, by being one of a large group suited the girl. She was a happy, inquisitive child who never grew tired of learning about the world around her, though she rarely wandered too far or got herself in trouble. When other children were fighting in the mud and exploring the tunnels, Rian was clutching the skirts of the women in the lower caverns, enraptured by how much they seemed to know about the world. She attempted to emulate their manners and coquettish charms, wanting nothing more than to be seen as mature. They were her idols, and she took to trying to mother the other weyrbrats, disapproving of their unseemly ways and trying to force them to behave. She was always the girl who ran to the adults with whispers of planned schemes, earning herself a pat on the head and a reward while the others were punished.
Eventually, however, she lost the childish innocence, growing increasingly more guarded. Mothering turned to bullying, forcing the younger children to do her chores for her, wielding humiliation and threats of punishment as weapons. She stood on the sands for the first time at fourteen, absolutely convinced that she was going to Impress to the biggest gold dragon ever. She didn’t. The first time she was left, rejected, resulted in disappointed tears, though she’s been more in control of her emotions at subsequent hatchings. The same feelings still appear each time it happens, but she still tries time and time again, head held high and brimming with confidence. Giving up would be resigning herself to a life in the lower caverns.
Her first proper lover was when she was 15, making her unsure of herself for the first time in her life. The bluerider in question was remarkably gentle with her and she still holds a soft spot for him, though she’s long since moved on. She used to think she loved him, but has realised it was nothing more than affection, and she’s never felt more than appreciation and lust for any subsequent lovers. A fling a few turns back with a passing trader resulted in an unwanted pregnancy, though Rian managed to persuade a half brother to take her between repeatedly, resulting in the loss of the foetus. Maybe she’d have carried to term if she wasn’t a candidate, but she has no particular desire for children, and it would just have been fostered out anyway.
She's experienced conflict throughout her life, and has become rather accustomed to the troubles. Being weyrborn, and in possession of a large family, she's lost a lot of relatives, though only the loss of her full sister two turns back has really shaken her – the girl was one of the few people that Tarian really got along with.
[ I've kept the history short, as I still don't fully understand Selenitas' history. I'll probably fill it out more as I get more confident that I know what I'm doing. ]
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): N/A
Queen Only? (Females Only): No
Desired Dragon Color:I'd rather not have a male dragon, but in the end I'm far more interested in the personality of a dragon rather than whatever colour it happens to be.
Dragon, Wher, or both?:Dragon
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.
Humans:
Name:Tarian
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Physical Appearance:Tarian cuts a lithe figure, sharp angles only softly covered by barely-there curves, supplementing perceived inches to her actual 5’6. She has little in the way of chest, or hips, though she is careful to not appear boyish; she is proud of being a girl, and does what she can to flaunt it. Her tastes run in the direction of pretty dresses, heavily embroidered and formed from rich, heavy fabric, even though these are both inappropriate for Weyr life and nearly impossible for a simple weyrbrat to obtain. Still, a girl can dream, and she does possess a few pretty skirts for more formal occasions. One day she’ll be a rider – there is no way she’ll let herself stay in the lower caverns forever – which, she hopes, will provide her with more opportunity to satisfy rather vain desires.
She’s lightly muscled from an active lifestyle of chores and little chance to sit around, though this is not as pronounced as some, as she generally forces someone else to do the heavier jobs. Her posture, however, is all woman, the confident sway of a girl who is far too impressed with herself, and she’d bedded her fair share of suitors with no qualms. Her skin is that of the typical Pernese mutt, a golden shade of tan, though she’s attempted to use citrine juice to lighten it to the hue normally found in those from wealthier, more finely bred families, yet had little success. Hair, too, follows the theme, though the brown curls hold a hint of copper that livens them up slightly. She takes care over bathing and presentation, always neatly put together even if she can’t hold a candle to some of the other women in looks, but she’s found that men don’t always want women with huge physical attributes.
Her face is all planes, presenting a crystal hardness that is generally twisted into a conceited smirk. Glacial cheekbones melt into a prominent nose, undercut by slightly softer, rounded lips, adding a touch of colour to an otherwise pale face. Her eyes are catlike, often narrowed in sly amusement, and are offset by sharp, dark brows that she meticulously keeps looking neat. They’re a rather achromatic shade of brown, edging into pale circles of smoky granite, providing an ethereal veneer to her whole appearance. It’s almost as if she can stare right through you.
Personality:There is no way to sugercoat the truth. Tarian is, to put it simply, a two faced bitch with a lack of compassion. She’s not a misunderstood youth just looking for love and understanding, her harsh exterior harbouring inner softness and love, and she’s never pretended even to herself that she is. She ‘s quite happy with who she is, those who aren’t can go take a long trip between, and she has no plans to change. They’re all just jealous, she’s concluded. Her world is, in her opinion, perfect, and she understands why people would envy her position. Her outlook on life is narcissistic to the highest degree.
To those who outrank her, the Headwoman in particular, Tarian is a diligent, mature, capable girl. Her chores are always completed well and on time and she brownnoses hideously, playing the perfect child to those with the ability to cause her problems. She’s always willing to take on extra work if another hand is needed and so has turned herself into the spoilt pet of the lower caverns. This provides huge advantages to the girl; she is often given the nicer chores to do, and given trinkets or freshly cooked pastries by those taken in by the goody two shoes persona. She can’t take a step wrong and when rumours circulate about her activities – well, they must be nasty lies spread to try and smear her crystal clear reputation. Their little Rian isn’t the sort who would go round making the younger girls cry.
As one of the older candidates, as well as having lived her whole life in the Weyr, Tarian has unofficially decided that she is in charge of the female candidates. Queen Bitch, if you like. Any new girls are quickly taken into hand and told, quite firmly, the rules of the Weyr and what they are not allowed to do. This tends to be a rather threatening conversation about how Rian and her cronies are quite firmly at the top of the pecking order, and any new girl must start at the bottom. She’s not above bullying, preferring verbal abuse but occasionally stooping to physical, but she rarely gets caught. She might be nasty, but there is a sense of solidarity amongst the candidates. They’re a group together and problems are kept internal. If not, the fear of what she’ll do in retribution tends to keep tongues from wagging. Besides, who are they going to tell? She’s firmly in the Headwoman’s pocket.
Though she’ll find it fairly easy to wind up others, antagonising Rian is a much harder job. Her temper is slow burning, tending towards icy dismissals rather than passionate flare-ups, and she t keeps strict control of her emotions at all times. Everything about her life is calculated and run according to a plan that she won’t let anyone else upset. If you’re trying to make her cross, you probably don’t matter anyway, so ignoring you is probably the best course of action. Even if what you do manages to cut through, you can bet on your life that she’ll never reveal just how much she felt it. That shows weakness, and she is determined to be strong.
There’s a sly sort of intelligence to her, a conniving mind that is most often shown through her use of cutting remarks, but it becomes more apparent when playing a game of any sort. She possesses a talent of being able to think a few steps ahead, especially useful in the brutal game of female politics, occasionally employing it in gambling to gain a few extra marks. If life were a sports field, Rian would be the one injecting herself with the illegal drugs that guarantee her win, as well as the one almost glued to the practice track. There’s first and lost, and she is not a loser. She becomes viciously determined whenever she senses competition, having a desperate desire to prove herself, and she’ll never play by the rules if there is any other opportunity open. You snooze, you lose, and Tarian won’t hesitate to take advantage of you if it provides a stepping stone for herself. She’s not one you want to turn your back on.
That being said, she isn’t entirely without friends. She can be perfectly social and witty if she feels like it, though earning the level of respect needed is a rarity. Her favoured friends are, of course, those who look up to her as a leader and prove no threat to her, though she has a few riskier friendships where the balance of power isn’t always tilted in her direction – these are the most tentative, and she trusts nobody completely, and would still stab them in the back if the reward was great enough. She has family dotted through the Weyr, a half-brother here, a cousin there, though she is little more than passing acquaintances with any of these, though she won't hesitate to ask favours if she needs them.
She possesses the loose sense of decorum that comes of growing up in a Weyr, and the very nature of Selenitas forced her to grow up quickly. Work hard, play hard, give no quarter. Her relationships are all physical and just for fun, neither she nor her partners desiring commitment, though she’s picky about the men she chooses. She won’t sleep with anyone she doesn’t respect. Still, she’s no virgin Holder girl, and Tarian has found herself pregnant before, though she convinced a rider to take her between and managed to rid herself of the foetus. She won’t do anything that would risk her chance of standing, just in case her one chance happened while she wasn’t present.
Deep down, though she’d never admit it to anyone, she’s actually rather worried about her future. She isn’t getting any younger, and turn after turn of standing for clutches and always being left behind is starting to wear down her hopes. She’s too old and not skilled enough to consider a craft, and finds the idea of remaining as a kitchen worker or laundress entirely distasteful. All of the plans for her future rest on becoming a dragonrider, though the chances are growing slimmer as hatching after hatching pass without result. She’s determined not to give up and run away, despite the awful feeling of having hopes dashed, and still believes that her dragon is out there somewhere. It has to be.
History:She was born at Selenitas to a brownrider and a cook, a product of a rather long term fling which also resulted in the birth of her sister. Rian was almost immediately fostered off to the lower caverns, joining the horde of weyrbrats born in similar circumstances, but she’s never been bothered about the lack of closeness to her birth parents. Perhaps a gift on her turnday, the occasional sweetroll here or there, but that’s about as far as family ties go. The whole lower caverns was her adopted family and while the Weyr might not have been the best place for a child, it is her home.
The independence achieved, ironically, by being one of a large group suited the girl. She was a happy, inquisitive child who never grew tired of learning about the world around her, though she rarely wandered too far or got herself in trouble. When other children were fighting in the mud and exploring the tunnels, Rian was clutching the skirts of the women in the lower caverns, enraptured by how much they seemed to know about the world. She attempted to emulate their manners and coquettish charms, wanting nothing more than to be seen as mature. They were her idols, and she took to trying to mother the other weyrbrats, disapproving of their unseemly ways and trying to force them to behave. She was always the girl who ran to the adults with whispers of planned schemes, earning herself a pat on the head and a reward while the others were punished.
Eventually, however, she lost the childish innocence, growing increasingly more guarded. Mothering turned to bullying, forcing the younger children to do her chores for her, wielding humiliation and threats of punishment as weapons. She stood on the sands for the first time at fourteen, absolutely convinced that she was going to Impress to the biggest gold dragon ever. She didn’t. The first time she was left, rejected, resulted in disappointed tears, though she’s been more in control of her emotions at subsequent hatchings. The same feelings still appear each time it happens, but she still tries time and time again, head held high and brimming with confidence. Giving up would be resigning herself to a life in the lower caverns.
Her first proper lover was when she was 15, making her unsure of herself for the first time in her life. The bluerider in question was remarkably gentle with her and she still holds a soft spot for him, though she’s long since moved on. She used to think she loved him, but has realised it was nothing more than affection, and she’s never felt more than appreciation and lust for any subsequent lovers. A fling a few turns back with a passing trader resulted in an unwanted pregnancy, though Rian managed to persuade a half brother to take her between repeatedly, resulting in the loss of the foetus. Maybe she’d have carried to term if she wasn’t a candidate, but she has no particular desire for children, and it would just have been fostered out anyway.
She's experienced conflict throughout her life, and has become rather accustomed to the troubles. Being weyrborn, and in possession of a large family, she's lost a lot of relatives, though only the loss of her full sister two turns back has really shaken her – the girl was one of the few people that Tarian really got along with.
[ I've kept the history short, as I still don't fully understand Selenitas' history. I'll probably fill it out more as I get more confident that I know what I'm doing. ]
Candidates Only
Name Contraction (Males Only): N/A
Queen Only? (Females Only): No
Desired Dragon Color:I'd rather not have a male dragon, but in the end I'm far more interested in the personality of a dragon rather than whatever colour it happens to be.
Dragon, Wher, or both?:Dragon
[x] By checking this box, I am saying that I have read the Rules and History, and will follow them.