Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Sept 10, 2009 16:59:49 GMT -5
Name: Xela (ZAY-lah)
Gender: Female
Age: 14 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Personality:
Xela is much like her mother. She is bossy and manipulative, and enjoys taking charge. Unlike her mother, though, she has the sense enough not to tell a Dragonrider what to do. However, she knows how to use her childish charm to get what she wants, whether that is a trip to a Gather to play with others her own age or the particularly tender serving of meat at that night's dinner.
However, Xela's intelligence far outstrips her mother's. She has a keen mind for strategy and consequence, and is far more concerned of what is down the road than what is right under her nose. Her mind retains facts like a sponge, and she is vicious in her use of them. She is not one to forget an uttering of "I owe you one," no matter how casual that uttering was.
She is not one to settle for anything but the best, whether for her or of her. If there is something wrong, she will complain about it, or, if the problem cannot be solved by someone else, she'll try to fix it herself. Nevertheless, she is lazy, and cannot be troubled to do something unless it challenges herself in some way. It is far easier to convince or manipulate someone else to do it for her, after all. However, if someone challenges her to do something, she will follow through with it with an undeniable force, simply to prove that she's stronger than them. She will also spend hours at a time trying to solve a puzzle, or build something to solve a problem, although she would never be caught doing the same lugging around sacks of firestone or cleaning her home.
Xela is also a sharp cynic and critic. She spots holes in logic faster than most, and is quite good at shooting down possible solutions for problems even if she can't think of an alternative. She has a reputation for being negative, but this doesn't bother her, as someone has to see the bad things in life in order for them to be fixed!
Xela has a healthy dose of ego and pride, which, combined with her independent nature, makes her quite stubborn when she wants to be. She'd rather suffer than admit she was wrong. In her mind, she's always right. She's not afraid to lock horns with anyone, and she's quite good at twisting words and logic to suit her argument. Despite her age, she's not wrong about much-- she's lived a much older person's amount of experiences living in Weyr, Hold, and as a renegade.
Appearance:
Xela is not the most intimidating-looking person on Pern, that is for sure. She has just hit adolescence, lagging far behind most girls her age. She still has that skinny childlike build, and is very short at only 4'6'' or so. She is built straight and lean, with long legs that hint at height to come.
Xela has a rather plain, freckled face, with pale skin that burns easily. Her smallness makes her cute if nothing else does, although her features are regular enough that she has a bit of prettiness. Her eyes are dark brown, without a hint of any hazel in them, and her hair is similarily nondescript- brown and straight.
Like almost all pre-pubescent girls, she is too much of a tomboy to EVER think about dressing up unless forced to do so. Likewise, she does little with her besides braiding it to keep it out of her face. She is most often found in simply pants and a tunic.
Family:
Mother- Raelle, renegade Blackrider of Tossiteth (deceased)
Father- T'el, ex-renegade Ironrider of Sjueth
Pets: none
History:
Raelle, her mother, had been a bit of a slut ever since she had hit adolescence, and it, surprisingly, took five years before she became pregnant, even subtracting the three Turns she spent in Candidacy and Weyrlinghood. As one of Southern's newest official Dragonriders, of Black Tossiteth, the first thing Raelle did was to find a nice young man she could blackmail into providing her with certain necessities, like fancy new dresses, that her meager salary as a new Wingrider couldn't cover. Ironrider T'el was more than happy to oblige in a one-night stand, not knowing Raelle's true intentions, but before Raelle could start manipulating him, she discovered she was pregnant.
Xela, when she was born, did not go into the creche like most of her birth. Instead, she was toted around like a trophy of Raelle's suffering. Oblivious as all babies are, she could hardly know that Raelle would sleep with a man, then wake him up in the morning and try to make him Xela's adoptive father. When she was four, right around the time she began to grow aware of the problem she posed to her mother, Raelle grew impatient and unhappy with life at Southern and left, young child on her hip.
For six years they were on their own, sometimes trying to weasel their way into Weyr membership, often on their own. Raelle and Tossiteth were new and inexperienced as fighters, and Raelle, by nature, did not work well in a wing. They were not worth the trouble to all the Weyrs-- they would rather risk being a dragon short in Threadfall than damage the morale of their Riders by bringing in a bossy, obnoxious Rider with a young daughter. However, for months at a time, Raelle would leave Xela with the crechewoman at one of the Weyrs so her daughter could learn something of Weyr life. Her daughter would obviously become a 'Rider and thus escape the tyranny of being the wife of some holder or crafter.
Raelle and Tossiteth often managed to hold down a job at a Weyr transporting people and goods, essentially a drudge with a dragon, to free the Wingriders from such chores, and so Xela spent most of her time there playing with the other weyrbrats. She quite enjoyed dominating them and taking charge of their games and activities; she had inherited her mother's bossiness but was actually intelligent enough to maintain control, at least over the young weyrbrats who were more aware of whether they were having fun or not than if they were being subjected to the dictatorship of one of their own.
Finally, Raelle found a group of renegades on the Western Continent, and Xela moved there with her mother. With no other children there, she has learned to be independent and entertain herself, for what other choice did she have? It would have seemed like life as a renegade would be exciting and full of adventure, but it was not so. Other than Alizadehth's Clutching and Hatching at Dalibor, it was downright boring. The one highlight in Xela's life was meeting her father, T'el, who had not even known of her existence. Raelle forbade her daughter from meeting him because of her long-held hatred for the man who 'ruined her life,' but no such thing would stop Xela.
However, after a sevenday or two, even sneaking out to spend time with her father couldn't fill Xela's days. She was not one to be content hiding away from the world, idling forever. Shortly before she was eleven, she found one of her mother's old, ugly sweaters, with a hideous pattern and faded dye. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the complex and intricate knitted knots and ribs. Immediately, she half tore the sweater apart trying to figure out how to replicate it, but despite her eagerness and bright mind, she couldn't. When Raelle found the destroyed sweater, she threatened to send her off to the Weaverhall to get her out of her hair. And, to her great surprise, Xela readily agreed.
At the Weaverhall, Xela was truly happy for the first time since their days as nomads at the different Weyrs. She was with her peers for once, and her ready mind was constantly being challenged. A junior's apprentices' basic classes in dying, weaving, and simple tailoring bored her, but she discovered a joy in creating those complicated knots and stitches in thread, spending most of her leisure time trying to replicate the patterns. She was headstrong and bossy as she always was, trying to get her teachers to move her on a faster pace so she could reach Journeyman status already (nevermind that she was only eleven!). She was not going to stay here past then; she was destined to be a Dragonrider, after all, and she had to finish her education before she aged out!
Then, when Xela was twelve, disaster struck. The leader of the renegade band, D'ror of Brown Abeneth, kidnapped the young child of Dalibor's Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. This brought the conflict between the Weyr and the renegades to a head, and war erupted. It was not a fight the renegades could ever hope to win. When the dust settled, Raelle was dead and T'el agreed to join Dalibor rather than fleeing for his life. When news of the war and her mother's death reached the Weaverhall, Xela was shocked and horrified. Her mind twisted the conflict so that everything was Dalibor's fault, and she developed a hatred for the Weyr. She refused to remain at a Hall that tithed to the bloodthirsty Weyr.
About a month after the war, Xela had amassed enough money to make it to the Northern Continent. She sneaked out of the Hall at night and waited in the stables. Once the lone groom left as a guard fell asleep, she knocked him unconscious and stole a young runner, which she named Emblem. A few sevendays later, she had made it to the northern Weaverhall and settled into her work there. Still shell-shocked, she kept her head down and made no trouble, nor did she try to domineer the other apprentices. She was content to remain the mysterious, guarded one that had showed up on the Hall's doorstep with a runner out of the blue.
Only a few months later, she and Emblem were out on a gallop when a dragon swooped out of the air and grabbed the pair of them. The dragon was Sjueth and his 'rider was T'el, Xela's father. He had been looking for his daughter and wanted to bring her back to the Weyr with him, as a Candidate. After some mandatory hemming and hawing, Xela agreed to come, far more excited about finally becoming a Candidate than she would let on. When she arrived at the Weyr, she adopted another ex-renegade, M'kiru, Blackrider of Thauth and T'el's new weyrmate, as her 'stepmom.'
Not long later, Callistath laid her first clutch and Kalith laid her third barely a sevenday apart. Callistath's began to hatch, then Kalith's. Gold Couineth mauled half of the female Candidates before Impressing to Rayna, who Xela had punched a few sevendays ago because Rayna had called her a pipsqueak. Somehow, Xela was one of the few to emerge from Couineth's rampage unscathed. It was a good while into the Hatching when Almuth emerged from his egg. He 'attacked' Lesa first, then turned to Xela, Impressing to her with a XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat,[/color] before settling down to happily chew on her foot.
Dragon Name:Almuth
Dragon Age: 1 Turn
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: Unknown
Dragon Personality:
Almuth's most striking trait is that he's always hungry. Always. However, with him, it's not so much that he enjoys eating that he enjoys chewing on something. It doesn't matter if he's actually getting sustenance from what he's chewing on, as long as he can chew on something. He can restrain himself if he needs to, and he certainly draws the line at causing real damage to anything, but most of the time, neither he nor Xela bother to keep him from chewing on something. When called upon, though, Almuth is quite capable of channeling his hunger into accomplishing something. When the situation arises, he can be as driven and motivated as the steadiest Brown or most ambitious Bronze, but most of the time, he sees no need to do anything other than happily gnaw on something.
Almuth is feisty, and he simply exudes a bright, mischievous energy. Despite his usual position lying on the ground chewing on something, he's a high-energy dragon. He's not one to be idle; he always has to be doing something. When left unoccupied, he's very good at getting himself into trouble. Almuth has absolutely no qualms about invading peoples' personal bubbles or chewing on treasured possessions; in fact, it seems like he almost enjoys getting rises out of people or dragons, despite being careful to not cause any serious damage.
Almuth is not anti-social, but he seems to prefer scaring and annoying people and dragons to trying to make friends with them. He likes making people and their dragons slightly concerned about what he's going to do next. However, there will always be those that aren't fazed by his shenanigans, or are eager to join him, and it is these people and dragons that Almuth likes and makes his friends and allies. However, he's not talkative, only using words when he can't get his point across using his actions. He can be amiable, even sweet, when he feels like it. It's just more fun to be a pest more of the time.
Dragon Appearance:
There is no denying that Almuth is a Black. His hide is perfectly dark and unmarred, with not even a hint of gray to lighten it. However, though there's no color, it's certainly not dull. His hide is deep and rich, and it has a good, healthy shine to it. He's one uniform shade all over, with no markings or scars.
He's a small dragon, even as Blacks go. He's built very lightly, everything about him long, slim, and slender. Lengthwise, he's actually a hair above average for his size, but he gives the impression of being smaller due to his build. He's certainly not strong, and he would even have difficulty carrying two extra passengers along with His. However, he's incredibly nimble and agile in the air, and he has a good speed to him, too. His stamina is decent for his color, but while he'll certainly never last a whole Fall, lasting half of one will be no problem for him.
Almuth is build curiously low to the ground, with shorter legs than most dragons. Unlike most of his brethren, he can get around quite well on the ground, and few could beat him in a footrace. He's a quick little bugger, and he uses it to his advantage.
Dragon History:
Almuth hatched in Kalith's third clutch, which hatched jointly with Callistath's first. He didn't waste any time in dashing over to the female Candidates and chewing on one, a Harper named Lesa who would later Impress Cyan Maieouth. Once done with Lesa, he bounded over to Xela. XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat,[/color] he announced to her, gnawing on her foot.
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Gender: Female
Age: 14 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Jr. Weyrling
Personality:
Xela is much like her mother. She is bossy and manipulative, and enjoys taking charge. Unlike her mother, though, she has the sense enough not to tell a Dragonrider what to do. However, she knows how to use her childish charm to get what she wants, whether that is a trip to a Gather to play with others her own age or the particularly tender serving of meat at that night's dinner.
However, Xela's intelligence far outstrips her mother's. She has a keen mind for strategy and consequence, and is far more concerned of what is down the road than what is right under her nose. Her mind retains facts like a sponge, and she is vicious in her use of them. She is not one to forget an uttering of "I owe you one," no matter how casual that uttering was.
She is not one to settle for anything but the best, whether for her or of her. If there is something wrong, she will complain about it, or, if the problem cannot be solved by someone else, she'll try to fix it herself. Nevertheless, she is lazy, and cannot be troubled to do something unless it challenges herself in some way. It is far easier to convince or manipulate someone else to do it for her, after all. However, if someone challenges her to do something, she will follow through with it with an undeniable force, simply to prove that she's stronger than them. She will also spend hours at a time trying to solve a puzzle, or build something to solve a problem, although she would never be caught doing the same lugging around sacks of firestone or cleaning her home.
Xela is also a sharp cynic and critic. She spots holes in logic faster than most, and is quite good at shooting down possible solutions for problems even if she can't think of an alternative. She has a reputation for being negative, but this doesn't bother her, as someone has to see the bad things in life in order for them to be fixed!
Xela has a healthy dose of ego and pride, which, combined with her independent nature, makes her quite stubborn when she wants to be. She'd rather suffer than admit she was wrong. In her mind, she's always right. She's not afraid to lock horns with anyone, and she's quite good at twisting words and logic to suit her argument. Despite her age, she's not wrong about much-- she's lived a much older person's amount of experiences living in Weyr, Hold, and as a renegade.
Appearance:
Xela is not the most intimidating-looking person on Pern, that is for sure. She has just hit adolescence, lagging far behind most girls her age. She still has that skinny childlike build, and is very short at only 4'6'' or so. She is built straight and lean, with long legs that hint at height to come.
Xela has a rather plain, freckled face, with pale skin that burns easily. Her smallness makes her cute if nothing else does, although her features are regular enough that she has a bit of prettiness. Her eyes are dark brown, without a hint of any hazel in them, and her hair is similarily nondescript- brown and straight.
Like almost all pre-pubescent girls, she is too much of a tomboy to EVER think about dressing up unless forced to do so. Likewise, she does little with her besides braiding it to keep it out of her face. She is most often found in simply pants and a tunic.
Family:
Mother- Raelle, renegade Blackrider of Tossiteth (deceased)
Father- T'el, ex-renegade Ironrider of Sjueth
Pets: none
History:
Raelle, her mother, had been a bit of a slut ever since she had hit adolescence, and it, surprisingly, took five years before she became pregnant, even subtracting the three Turns she spent in Candidacy and Weyrlinghood. As one of Southern's newest official Dragonriders, of Black Tossiteth, the first thing Raelle did was to find a nice young man she could blackmail into providing her with certain necessities, like fancy new dresses, that her meager salary as a new Wingrider couldn't cover. Ironrider T'el was more than happy to oblige in a one-night stand, not knowing Raelle's true intentions, but before Raelle could start manipulating him, she discovered she was pregnant.
Xela, when she was born, did not go into the creche like most of her birth. Instead, she was toted around like a trophy of Raelle's suffering. Oblivious as all babies are, she could hardly know that Raelle would sleep with a man, then wake him up in the morning and try to make him Xela's adoptive father. When she was four, right around the time she began to grow aware of the problem she posed to her mother, Raelle grew impatient and unhappy with life at Southern and left, young child on her hip.
For six years they were on their own, sometimes trying to weasel their way into Weyr membership, often on their own. Raelle and Tossiteth were new and inexperienced as fighters, and Raelle, by nature, did not work well in a wing. They were not worth the trouble to all the Weyrs-- they would rather risk being a dragon short in Threadfall than damage the morale of their Riders by bringing in a bossy, obnoxious Rider with a young daughter. However, for months at a time, Raelle would leave Xela with the crechewoman at one of the Weyrs so her daughter could learn something of Weyr life. Her daughter would obviously become a 'Rider and thus escape the tyranny of being the wife of some holder or crafter.
Raelle and Tossiteth often managed to hold down a job at a Weyr transporting people and goods, essentially a drudge with a dragon, to free the Wingriders from such chores, and so Xela spent most of her time there playing with the other weyrbrats. She quite enjoyed dominating them and taking charge of their games and activities; she had inherited her mother's bossiness but was actually intelligent enough to maintain control, at least over the young weyrbrats who were more aware of whether they were having fun or not than if they were being subjected to the dictatorship of one of their own.
Finally, Raelle found a group of renegades on the Western Continent, and Xela moved there with her mother. With no other children there, she has learned to be independent and entertain herself, for what other choice did she have? It would have seemed like life as a renegade would be exciting and full of adventure, but it was not so. Other than Alizadehth's Clutching and Hatching at Dalibor, it was downright boring. The one highlight in Xela's life was meeting her father, T'el, who had not even known of her existence. Raelle forbade her daughter from meeting him because of her long-held hatred for the man who 'ruined her life,' but no such thing would stop Xela.
However, after a sevenday or two, even sneaking out to spend time with her father couldn't fill Xela's days. She was not one to be content hiding away from the world, idling forever. Shortly before she was eleven, she found one of her mother's old, ugly sweaters, with a hideous pattern and faded dye. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the complex and intricate knitted knots and ribs. Immediately, she half tore the sweater apart trying to figure out how to replicate it, but despite her eagerness and bright mind, she couldn't. When Raelle found the destroyed sweater, she threatened to send her off to the Weaverhall to get her out of her hair. And, to her great surprise, Xela readily agreed.
At the Weaverhall, Xela was truly happy for the first time since their days as nomads at the different Weyrs. She was with her peers for once, and her ready mind was constantly being challenged. A junior's apprentices' basic classes in dying, weaving, and simple tailoring bored her, but she discovered a joy in creating those complicated knots and stitches in thread, spending most of her leisure time trying to replicate the patterns. She was headstrong and bossy as she always was, trying to get her teachers to move her on a faster pace so she could reach Journeyman status already (nevermind that she was only eleven!). She was not going to stay here past then; she was destined to be a Dragonrider, after all, and she had to finish her education before she aged out!
Then, when Xela was twelve, disaster struck. The leader of the renegade band, D'ror of Brown Abeneth, kidnapped the young child of Dalibor's Weyrwoman and Weyrleader. This brought the conflict between the Weyr and the renegades to a head, and war erupted. It was not a fight the renegades could ever hope to win. When the dust settled, Raelle was dead and T'el agreed to join Dalibor rather than fleeing for his life. When news of the war and her mother's death reached the Weaverhall, Xela was shocked and horrified. Her mind twisted the conflict so that everything was Dalibor's fault, and she developed a hatred for the Weyr. She refused to remain at a Hall that tithed to the bloodthirsty Weyr.
About a month after the war, Xela had amassed enough money to make it to the Northern Continent. She sneaked out of the Hall at night and waited in the stables. Once the lone groom left as a guard fell asleep, she knocked him unconscious and stole a young runner, which she named Emblem. A few sevendays later, she had made it to the northern Weaverhall and settled into her work there. Still shell-shocked, she kept her head down and made no trouble, nor did she try to domineer the other apprentices. She was content to remain the mysterious, guarded one that had showed up on the Hall's doorstep with a runner out of the blue.
Only a few months later, she and Emblem were out on a gallop when a dragon swooped out of the air and grabbed the pair of them. The dragon was Sjueth and his 'rider was T'el, Xela's father. He had been looking for his daughter and wanted to bring her back to the Weyr with him, as a Candidate. After some mandatory hemming and hawing, Xela agreed to come, far more excited about finally becoming a Candidate than she would let on. When she arrived at the Weyr, she adopted another ex-renegade, M'kiru, Blackrider of Thauth and T'el's new weyrmate, as her 'stepmom.'
Not long later, Callistath laid her first clutch and Kalith laid her third barely a sevenday apart. Callistath's began to hatch, then Kalith's. Gold Couineth mauled half of the female Candidates before Impressing to Rayna, who Xela had punched a few sevendays ago because Rayna had called her a pipsqueak. Somehow, Xela was one of the few to emerge from Couineth's rampage unscathed. It was a good while into the Hatching when Almuth emerged from his egg. He 'attacked' Lesa first, then turned to Xela, Impressing to her with a XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat,[/color] before settling down to happily chew on her foot.
Dragon Name:Almuth
Dragon Age: 1 Turn
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: Unknown
Dragon Personality:
Almuth's most striking trait is that he's always hungry. Always. However, with him, it's not so much that he enjoys eating that he enjoys chewing on something. It doesn't matter if he's actually getting sustenance from what he's chewing on, as long as he can chew on something. He can restrain himself if he needs to, and he certainly draws the line at causing real damage to anything, but most of the time, neither he nor Xela bother to keep him from chewing on something. When called upon, though, Almuth is quite capable of channeling his hunger into accomplishing something. When the situation arises, he can be as driven and motivated as the steadiest Brown or most ambitious Bronze, but most of the time, he sees no need to do anything other than happily gnaw on something.
Almuth is feisty, and he simply exudes a bright, mischievous energy. Despite his usual position lying on the ground chewing on something, he's a high-energy dragon. He's not one to be idle; he always has to be doing something. When left unoccupied, he's very good at getting himself into trouble. Almuth has absolutely no qualms about invading peoples' personal bubbles or chewing on treasured possessions; in fact, it seems like he almost enjoys getting rises out of people or dragons, despite being careful to not cause any serious damage.
Almuth is not anti-social, but he seems to prefer scaring and annoying people and dragons to trying to make friends with them. He likes making people and their dragons slightly concerned about what he's going to do next. However, there will always be those that aren't fazed by his shenanigans, or are eager to join him, and it is these people and dragons that Almuth likes and makes his friends and allies. However, he's not talkative, only using words when he can't get his point across using his actions. He can be amiable, even sweet, when he feels like it. It's just more fun to be a pest more of the time.
Dragon Appearance:
There is no denying that Almuth is a Black. His hide is perfectly dark and unmarred, with not even a hint of gray to lighten it. However, though there's no color, it's certainly not dull. His hide is deep and rich, and it has a good, healthy shine to it. He's one uniform shade all over, with no markings or scars.
He's a small dragon, even as Blacks go. He's built very lightly, everything about him long, slim, and slender. Lengthwise, he's actually a hair above average for his size, but he gives the impression of being smaller due to his build. He's certainly not strong, and he would even have difficulty carrying two extra passengers along with His. However, he's incredibly nimble and agile in the air, and he has a good speed to him, too. His stamina is decent for his color, but while he'll certainly never last a whole Fall, lasting half of one will be no problem for him.
Almuth is build curiously low to the ground, with shorter legs than most dragons. Unlike most of his brethren, he can get around quite well on the ground, and few could beat him in a footrace. He's a quick little bugger, and he uses it to his advantage.
Dragon History:
Almuth hatched in Kalith's third clutch, which hatched jointly with Callistath's first. He didn't waste any time in dashing over to the female Candidates and chewing on one, a Harper named Lesa who would later Impress Cyan Maieouth. Once done with Lesa, he bounded over to Xela. XelaMine, your Almuth likes to eat,[/color] he announced to her, gnawing on her foot.
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