Post by Administrator on Jun 19, 2012 18:35:33 GMT -5
Name: Arga
Age: 41
Birthday: May 2981
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman of Inverness
Appearance:
Arga is a tall, willowy thing, only standing and inch shorter than 5’ 10”. However, if you are looking for solid, Arga is not. The woman never had much staying power and could best be described as a bit frail looking. She no doubt would have been considered beautiful in her younger days. Pale, platinum blonde hair, straight as a board in posture. Large, light blue eyes. Aquiline nose. Long, slender neck. Alabaster skin. Ah, but her body is now shows the strain from her years under C’leon’s rule, and though her treatment and life has vastly improved their remains a certain frailness to her features that belies a deep inner strength. She is not any ravishing beauty but she portrays herself with a certain softness and new light that is hard to ignore.
In her manner of dress Arga prefers any color that does not make her look washed out and that highlights the unique lightness of her eyes. She tries to stay out of the sun as much as possible so that her pale skin does not burn and when she is out and about it is not unusual for her to be wearing a wide brimmed hat to keep the sun’s rays at bay.
Personality:
At one time Arga was, quite simply, a broken and listless woman. There was nothing whatsoever in the world that excited her and she gazed upon her surroundings with dead eyes. However since her rescue from C’leon some life has come back into the woman. She will never be what she was once upon a time but she has made vast improvements since J’lorin took Benden and freed her and Baith. Unlike some who hide their emotions, the Weyrwoman is re-learning hers. While under C’leon’s rule she become truly emotionless, setting up a barrier between herself and reality. With the bronzer gone and J’lorin and Baith’s encouragement the woman has begun to dismantle that barrier and let herself feel again. Though she may never be able to fully grasp what she has lost Arga has improved in leaps and bounds.
While all men used to command her and she served them as they would see fit those days have long passed. Though she is by no means a dominate person Arga now chooses when she will stand up for something. And usually is able to stand her ground with both Baith and J’lorin’s support to buoy her. The woman‘s former spirit has returned to some extent and she performs her duties as the Sr. Weyrwoman with surprising efficiency. Arga may be a bit frail but she is one woman who absolutely knows her place and does her job to the best of her ability. The weyr’s domestic side runs smoothly under her and Inverness certainly benefits from it.
Arga still however is quite firm and unyielding when dealing with the women beneath her just as she was at Benden once. All business she is and expects those under her, especially the Jr. Queens, to perform the duties they were impressed into. Management of the weyr and the continuation of the dragon’s lines should be their sole concern. One soft spot Arga allows herself to have still however is her twenty turn old greenrider daughter Areon, who’s true father remains shrouded in suspicion though is supposedly C’leon.
History:
Arga was the firstborn of Yeman, the head of the minor hold of Greystones. From a very early age, Yeman sought to find a suitable husband for Arga, preferably the eldest son of one of the larger holds. Benden was unlikely, but there was always Nerat, or perhaps Bitra. Thus the young girl was trained to become a lady. She suffered extensive lessons in Pern’s history, etiquette, elocution, and other such niceties that only served a woman well were she to walk amongst the nobility. It was never asked what she desired. After a time, she wasn’t certain she had any desires at all, though she had wanted to join her brothers at the Stonemason Hall. Yeman would not hear of such foolishness, of course.
The turns passed, the girl coming to an age where a man’s suit might be seriously considered. Though many came, her father refused to give his daughter to just anyone, and, though she was the picture of perfection in manner and appearance, Arga treated her suitors with a coldness comparable to a glacier’s chill. She was fully eighteen turns before Nerat’s lordling showed any interest. Ironically enough, it was at this time that Arga was searched by one of Benden’s searchriders, leaving her father with a bitter taste in his mouth. She could have refused, after all. But with a gold egg on the sands for the first time in many turns, and a chance to escape the fate her father had laid for her, it really was no contest. Arga was quietly disowned from Yeman’s line when she accepted Benden’s invitation.
It was easy to see who the other queen candidates were, just at a glance. So many of them seemed to be relatives of some of the dragonriders, or simply arrogant beyond belief. Only one would Impress that gold egg. And most of those she saw here could never hope to attract even a green. Arga had been raised to walk amongst nobility, and was a contained woman, besides. She knew her chances of Impression were slim. Nevertheless, on the sands, golden Baith quickly chose this minor hold’s daughter.
Arga and Baith learned quickly from the Weyrwoman, entering into their weyrlinghood at the start of the war between Benden and Fort. They soon became deeply involved with the running of the weyr. The senior goldpair was aged and fading, and could not perform their duties as they once had. Just over a turn after Arga Impressed Baith, the two passed on, leaving these weyrlings as the Senior Weyrwoman by default.
Four months later, Baith rose, a week or so after Benden’s Weyrleader fell in battle. Morsrath caught her. Arga, a woman of substantial inner strength, found herself pitted against the sort of creature she’d never encountered before. C’leon was a chauvinist through and through. Further, he was a physical man, resorting to violence to get what he wanted – and Arga had never before endured the heavy hand of a man. Her spirit was strong, at first. She fought him with everything she had, desperately trying to cling to the power that was hers by rights. Whenever she could, Arga attempted entice other Benden bronzeriders, trying to create a rapport between Baith and their bronzes. It was during this time that Arga got pregnant and bore a daughter who she immediately named Areon in an attempt to pass the little girl off as C’leon’s when in truth the baby had been sired by Ja’kin of bronze Demotaeth. The little girl was quickly given to a wetnurse and then fostered out to save her from any designs C’leon might have regarding her.
Another flight. Again, Morsrath captured Baith. The woman began to despair. Up until this point, many had held back, remaining neutral in the event that C’leon and Morsrath would soon be replaced. It now seemed that C’leon may well remain Weyrleader for a time. It was wisest to conform to his ideas. More and more, Arga found herself closed off, many dreading the idea of consorting with her in the event that it might displease the Weyrleader. At about this time, the queen weyrling from Baith and Morsrath’s first clutch rose. Despite having two clutching queens, however, Benden was suffering from a shortage of dragons due to the war. Arga found out that C’leon had commanded research and experimentation to be conducted on the weyrlings, to attempt to increase the clutch sizes.
The Weyrwoman, who had lost courage for a time, found reason to stand against C’leon. He seemed to welcome the challenge. Systematically, he began breaking the woman down, shaming her at every possible turn, public humiliation becoming a common thing. And, within the privacy of their weyr – C’leon had insisted they share it, despite his frequent liaisons with any female that moved – he continued to dominate Arga in every sense. After a time she could no longer bring herself to care about the weyrlings. She was reduced to a mere shell of her former self.
Baith, during this time, had been actively trying to keep the weyr from spiraling down this hole. Arga’s submission to C’leon made things still harder. And again, Morsrath caught her. By that time there were three clutching queens, two of which had been administered the drug battery with varying success – and many of those larger clutches contained horribly deformed hatchlings. A new bronzepair arrived at Benden shortly thereafter. Arga and Baith pursued them for a time, hoping to bring them to a point where they might be able to challenge C’leon and Morsrath, but it was not meant to be. Perhaps wisely, Salenth and S’rei refused to have anything to do with the Weyrwoman and her Queen.
With all the bronzeriders who might have opposed the Weyrleader dead or transferred, Arga fell deeper into despair. She began to let herself go, her mind eroding along with her pride, until the woman became a mere shell of herself. C’leon and Morsrath had solidified their power over the weyr to the point that they closed off Baith’s flights to all but Morsrath. With that last action, all was lost. Arga believed she would never escape. Despair turned into a sort of death, and the Weyrwoman became little more than a walking corpse in the weyr that was supposed to be hers to lead.
At least until a Benden spy came to her with news of a certain man in Fort. One J’lorin of Illumiath and though Arga wasn’t quite sure at the time what to do with this information, Baith was. The gold subtlety and carefully directed her bonded like a puppet and, with the help of Ja’kin of bronze Demotaeth during the Siege of Selenitas, Baith was able to finally free herself and Arga from C’leon once and for all by arranging his death and bringing in J’lorin from Fort to lead Benden.
Perhaps what Baith didn’t completely account for however was Illumiath. From the time of her first flight with him the Sr. Gold became enamored with the bronze and his rider. In the end this didn't turn out to be a bad thing. J’lorin was nothing if not polite and sensitive to her bonded and under the bronzepair Arga and Baith began the long slow process of healing what C’leon had broken. While J’lorin struggled to secure and control his facet of Benden’s leadership, Baith began the process of moping up the domestic side as her bonded Arga grew stronger mentally and physically month by month. Eventually Arga started helping her gold and by the time Selenitas allied with Benden for a final strike at Fort the woman was mainly in control of her own destiny again. Arga also finally reunited with her fifteen year old daughter who had impressed a green dragon from Lyartenth’s last clutch of 3015.
With her mind and body relatively sound Arga , along with Jr. Weyrwoman Pariah, supported their weyr from home in the final battle with Fort’s forces and the mop up of the remaining Fort rebels afterward. When the summit was called Arga stood proudly by J’lorin’s side through them, maintaining a strong presence and making sure her voice was heard. Though she was still not her former self it was evident that the older woman had made vast improvements. As Inverness was built under her direction she continued to improve, proud of what she was accomplishing.
Now Arga and Baith rule their facet of duties in Inverness, as the Sr. Weyrwoman pair, with substantial strength and integrity. And Arga it seems has finally come back into her own.
~~~~~
Dragon
Name: Baith
Age: 25 turns (Born Jan 2998)
Color: Gold
Appearance:
Baith is a beauty. Though not nearly as large as the largest of all golds in history, Ramoth, she is certainly Pern’s largest senior queen at this time. She is a soft, goldenrod hue, with darker markings along her underbelly. Most of her size comes from her length, as Baith has a slender form similar to her rider’s. She is swift and more maneuverable than the average queen, with an abnormally large wingspan.
Personality:
There is a certain determination in Baith, an inner strength that has allowed her to endure the turns that nearly crushed her rider. However, she was young enough when she first fell under Morsrath’s influence that, despite her dislike for him, Baith tended to listen to and believe the bronze’s lies. Her training was incomplete under Gilanath such that she was, for awhile, unaware of her true power. Though in recent turns the gold has certainly come into her own. She remains perhaps a bit malleable by bronzes she favors but lucky for her Illumiath acts more as partner then master.
Baith has an immense amount of dignity and lives with never-ending hope and faith when things get rough. She is a quiet, patient creature, and in fact this allowed her to bide her time until liberation came for her and her rider. The gold is, effectively, strong and stable knowing exactly how to instill calm and obedience under those she rules. Her affections for her children run strong and she loves her bonded more then anything, though she has become more of a mother then partner to Arga now. Her loyalty in matters of mating remains solely bound to bronze Illumiath and it seems that nothing short of his death could ever inspire her to choose another.
Age: 41
Birthday: May 2981
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman of Inverness
Appearance:
Arga is a tall, willowy thing, only standing and inch shorter than 5’ 10”. However, if you are looking for solid, Arga is not. The woman never had much staying power and could best be described as a bit frail looking. She no doubt would have been considered beautiful in her younger days. Pale, platinum blonde hair, straight as a board in posture. Large, light blue eyes. Aquiline nose. Long, slender neck. Alabaster skin. Ah, but her body is now shows the strain from her years under C’leon’s rule, and though her treatment and life has vastly improved their remains a certain frailness to her features that belies a deep inner strength. She is not any ravishing beauty but she portrays herself with a certain softness and new light that is hard to ignore.
In her manner of dress Arga prefers any color that does not make her look washed out and that highlights the unique lightness of her eyes. She tries to stay out of the sun as much as possible so that her pale skin does not burn and when she is out and about it is not unusual for her to be wearing a wide brimmed hat to keep the sun’s rays at bay.
Personality:
At one time Arga was, quite simply, a broken and listless woman. There was nothing whatsoever in the world that excited her and she gazed upon her surroundings with dead eyes. However since her rescue from C’leon some life has come back into the woman. She will never be what she was once upon a time but she has made vast improvements since J’lorin took Benden and freed her and Baith. Unlike some who hide their emotions, the Weyrwoman is re-learning hers. While under C’leon’s rule she become truly emotionless, setting up a barrier between herself and reality. With the bronzer gone and J’lorin and Baith’s encouragement the woman has begun to dismantle that barrier and let herself feel again. Though she may never be able to fully grasp what she has lost Arga has improved in leaps and bounds.
While all men used to command her and she served them as they would see fit those days have long passed. Though she is by no means a dominate person Arga now chooses when she will stand up for something. And usually is able to stand her ground with both Baith and J’lorin’s support to buoy her. The woman‘s former spirit has returned to some extent and she performs her duties as the Sr. Weyrwoman with surprising efficiency. Arga may be a bit frail but she is one woman who absolutely knows her place and does her job to the best of her ability. The weyr’s domestic side runs smoothly under her and Inverness certainly benefits from it.
Arga still however is quite firm and unyielding when dealing with the women beneath her just as she was at Benden once. All business she is and expects those under her, especially the Jr. Queens, to perform the duties they were impressed into. Management of the weyr and the continuation of the dragon’s lines should be their sole concern. One soft spot Arga allows herself to have still however is her twenty turn old greenrider daughter Areon, who’s true father remains shrouded in suspicion though is supposedly C’leon.
History:
Arga was the firstborn of Yeman, the head of the minor hold of Greystones. From a very early age, Yeman sought to find a suitable husband for Arga, preferably the eldest son of one of the larger holds. Benden was unlikely, but there was always Nerat, or perhaps Bitra. Thus the young girl was trained to become a lady. She suffered extensive lessons in Pern’s history, etiquette, elocution, and other such niceties that only served a woman well were she to walk amongst the nobility. It was never asked what she desired. After a time, she wasn’t certain she had any desires at all, though she had wanted to join her brothers at the Stonemason Hall. Yeman would not hear of such foolishness, of course.
The turns passed, the girl coming to an age where a man’s suit might be seriously considered. Though many came, her father refused to give his daughter to just anyone, and, though she was the picture of perfection in manner and appearance, Arga treated her suitors with a coldness comparable to a glacier’s chill. She was fully eighteen turns before Nerat’s lordling showed any interest. Ironically enough, it was at this time that Arga was searched by one of Benden’s searchriders, leaving her father with a bitter taste in his mouth. She could have refused, after all. But with a gold egg on the sands for the first time in many turns, and a chance to escape the fate her father had laid for her, it really was no contest. Arga was quietly disowned from Yeman’s line when she accepted Benden’s invitation.
It was easy to see who the other queen candidates were, just at a glance. So many of them seemed to be relatives of some of the dragonriders, or simply arrogant beyond belief. Only one would Impress that gold egg. And most of those she saw here could never hope to attract even a green. Arga had been raised to walk amongst nobility, and was a contained woman, besides. She knew her chances of Impression were slim. Nevertheless, on the sands, golden Baith quickly chose this minor hold’s daughter.
Arga and Baith learned quickly from the Weyrwoman, entering into their weyrlinghood at the start of the war between Benden and Fort. They soon became deeply involved with the running of the weyr. The senior goldpair was aged and fading, and could not perform their duties as they once had. Just over a turn after Arga Impressed Baith, the two passed on, leaving these weyrlings as the Senior Weyrwoman by default.
Four months later, Baith rose, a week or so after Benden’s Weyrleader fell in battle. Morsrath caught her. Arga, a woman of substantial inner strength, found herself pitted against the sort of creature she’d never encountered before. C’leon was a chauvinist through and through. Further, he was a physical man, resorting to violence to get what he wanted – and Arga had never before endured the heavy hand of a man. Her spirit was strong, at first. She fought him with everything she had, desperately trying to cling to the power that was hers by rights. Whenever she could, Arga attempted entice other Benden bronzeriders, trying to create a rapport between Baith and their bronzes. It was during this time that Arga got pregnant and bore a daughter who she immediately named Areon in an attempt to pass the little girl off as C’leon’s when in truth the baby had been sired by Ja’kin of bronze Demotaeth. The little girl was quickly given to a wetnurse and then fostered out to save her from any designs C’leon might have regarding her.
Another flight. Again, Morsrath captured Baith. The woman began to despair. Up until this point, many had held back, remaining neutral in the event that C’leon and Morsrath would soon be replaced. It now seemed that C’leon may well remain Weyrleader for a time. It was wisest to conform to his ideas. More and more, Arga found herself closed off, many dreading the idea of consorting with her in the event that it might displease the Weyrleader. At about this time, the queen weyrling from Baith and Morsrath’s first clutch rose. Despite having two clutching queens, however, Benden was suffering from a shortage of dragons due to the war. Arga found out that C’leon had commanded research and experimentation to be conducted on the weyrlings, to attempt to increase the clutch sizes.
The Weyrwoman, who had lost courage for a time, found reason to stand against C’leon. He seemed to welcome the challenge. Systematically, he began breaking the woman down, shaming her at every possible turn, public humiliation becoming a common thing. And, within the privacy of their weyr – C’leon had insisted they share it, despite his frequent liaisons with any female that moved – he continued to dominate Arga in every sense. After a time she could no longer bring herself to care about the weyrlings. She was reduced to a mere shell of her former self.
Baith, during this time, had been actively trying to keep the weyr from spiraling down this hole. Arga’s submission to C’leon made things still harder. And again, Morsrath caught her. By that time there were three clutching queens, two of which had been administered the drug battery with varying success – and many of those larger clutches contained horribly deformed hatchlings. A new bronzepair arrived at Benden shortly thereafter. Arga and Baith pursued them for a time, hoping to bring them to a point where they might be able to challenge C’leon and Morsrath, but it was not meant to be. Perhaps wisely, Salenth and S’rei refused to have anything to do with the Weyrwoman and her Queen.
With all the bronzeriders who might have opposed the Weyrleader dead or transferred, Arga fell deeper into despair. She began to let herself go, her mind eroding along with her pride, until the woman became a mere shell of herself. C’leon and Morsrath had solidified their power over the weyr to the point that they closed off Baith’s flights to all but Morsrath. With that last action, all was lost. Arga believed she would never escape. Despair turned into a sort of death, and the Weyrwoman became little more than a walking corpse in the weyr that was supposed to be hers to lead.
At least until a Benden spy came to her with news of a certain man in Fort. One J’lorin of Illumiath and though Arga wasn’t quite sure at the time what to do with this information, Baith was. The gold subtlety and carefully directed her bonded like a puppet and, with the help of Ja’kin of bronze Demotaeth during the Siege of Selenitas, Baith was able to finally free herself and Arga from C’leon once and for all by arranging his death and bringing in J’lorin from Fort to lead Benden.
Perhaps what Baith didn’t completely account for however was Illumiath. From the time of her first flight with him the Sr. Gold became enamored with the bronze and his rider. In the end this didn't turn out to be a bad thing. J’lorin was nothing if not polite and sensitive to her bonded and under the bronzepair Arga and Baith began the long slow process of healing what C’leon had broken. While J’lorin struggled to secure and control his facet of Benden’s leadership, Baith began the process of moping up the domestic side as her bonded Arga grew stronger mentally and physically month by month. Eventually Arga started helping her gold and by the time Selenitas allied with Benden for a final strike at Fort the woman was mainly in control of her own destiny again. Arga also finally reunited with her fifteen year old daughter who had impressed a green dragon from Lyartenth’s last clutch of 3015.
With her mind and body relatively sound Arga , along with Jr. Weyrwoman Pariah, supported their weyr from home in the final battle with Fort’s forces and the mop up of the remaining Fort rebels afterward. When the summit was called Arga stood proudly by J’lorin’s side through them, maintaining a strong presence and making sure her voice was heard. Though she was still not her former self it was evident that the older woman had made vast improvements. As Inverness was built under her direction she continued to improve, proud of what she was accomplishing.
Now Arga and Baith rule their facet of duties in Inverness, as the Sr. Weyrwoman pair, with substantial strength and integrity. And Arga it seems has finally come back into her own.
~~~~~
Dragon
Name: Baith
Age: 25 turns (Born Jan 2998)
Color: Gold
Appearance:
Baith is a beauty. Though not nearly as large as the largest of all golds in history, Ramoth, she is certainly Pern’s largest senior queen at this time. She is a soft, goldenrod hue, with darker markings along her underbelly. Most of her size comes from her length, as Baith has a slender form similar to her rider’s. She is swift and more maneuverable than the average queen, with an abnormally large wingspan.
Personality:
There is a certain determination in Baith, an inner strength that has allowed her to endure the turns that nearly crushed her rider. However, she was young enough when she first fell under Morsrath’s influence that, despite her dislike for him, Baith tended to listen to and believe the bronze’s lies. Her training was incomplete under Gilanath such that she was, for awhile, unaware of her true power. Though in recent turns the gold has certainly come into her own. She remains perhaps a bit malleable by bronzes she favors but lucky for her Illumiath acts more as partner then master.
Baith has an immense amount of dignity and lives with never-ending hope and faith when things get rough. She is a quiet, patient creature, and in fact this allowed her to bide her time until liberation came for her and her rider. The gold is, effectively, strong and stable knowing exactly how to instill calm and obedience under those she rules. Her affections for her children run strong and she loves her bonded more then anything, though she has become more of a mother then partner to Arga now. Her loyalty in matters of mating remains solely bound to bronze Illumiath and it seems that nothing short of his death could ever inspire her to choose another.