Post by firefriend102 on May 24, 2013 18:14:08 GMT -5
Name: Zenetta
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Starlight
Personality:
Zenetta is the kind of girl who likes to keep her hands busy. It drives her crazy when there's nothing to do. When she had a broken arm and there was not much she could do. Many jobs she would normally do to keep busy required two good arms. That crossed out fishing at the lake, rug making, and many other useful tasks. You could expect some sort of outburst from her after a few days of this, even when she wasn't provoked. With her arm long healed now, you can expect her to be in a much more forgiving mood.
When you meet her, she is rather sweet if a bit shy at first. She is super conscious of rank and is unsure how to approach someone of high ranking. She finds it easier to talk with others who have equal or lower status. When she gets to know you better, you'll discover another quirk to her personality is her firmness of opinion. If she feels she is right and you disagree, you better have a strong reason or face her never ending fight for the truth.
Appearance:
The most striking thing about her is the wispy blonde/ brown mess on her head. It is usually in a ponytail to keep it tame and out of her face. When it is free, it falls past her shoulders and frames her face rather nicely. Along with her hair is her oval face and it's attachments of regular size. She has a light splattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks from the sun and windburn of riding a dragon. Along with sparkling dark blue eyes, her face is charmingly complete.
Her body has a well-muscled, feminine shape but she usually hides it with loose clothing. She had an issue with becoming a woman and the disadvantages it included. Though she still dislikes dresses, she is more comfortable with her body. Her regular colors are dark or natural shades for both shirts and trousers. She never really grew out of her tomboy style but it works when living as a dragonrider.
Family: Father- Zar (missing) Mother- Gretta (deceased), Brothers- Zerg, Tag, Gar (Rock Hold)
Pets: None. She dislikes pillbugs because they are creepy looking, but is considering getting a firelizard.
History:
Zenetta was mostly raised by her father. Her mother having died during one of the many illnesses that effect an overcrowded cothold. Gretta had been a sweet and opinionated woman and Zenetta greatly mourned her passing. Being a seacrafter, Zar had to learn to move on with life and took Zenetta with him as often as possible to help her coupe and learn too.
The shadows of sadness slowly began to pass and turned to fun and exciting days as she learned to tend sail and haul nets alongside her older brothers. Never really thinking of ever becoming more than a seacrafter's wife. Her brother's often teased her about her strength scaring off men but she took it in good humor. She was built for hard work and looked it. Most men preferred delicate beauties and she didn't consider herself one of them. She knew to wait for a better man. Just like her mother had.
One day as Zenetta was at sea with her father, an unusually strong storm blew up and their small ship was thrown about. The wind howled like a monster and each wave threatened to overturn their little schooner. Father and daughter fought each wave, shorting the sails and heading into the waves. Then, a rogue wave hit the side of the boat catching Zenetta unaware and she was tossed overboard like a rag doll. The only thing to keep her afloat was her hand-made life jacket. And as Zenetta struggled to swim back to the boat, each wave dragged her further away. Cold, wet, and tired, she began to lose hope. Her left arm had refused to work since she fell in and now it began to hurt. With the excruciating pain and the loss of all hope, Zenetta black out.
Soaked to the bone and with a broken left arm, Zenetta was found by a sweeprider the next morning and was taken back to the Weyr. Her father's boat was never found and he is believed to be dead. Zenetta was nursed back to health and was allowed light work till her arm fully healed.
Her brothers begged her to come back home but Zenetta was firm about staying in the Weyr. Her dreams are still plagued by the storm that nearly took her life and knew for certain that it would only get worse back at the seahold, where reminders of her father would only haunt her. It was time to move on and try to find her place in the world.
Though a hard choice, there was a plus to her choice of staying at the Weyr. One day as Zenetta was getting her last check up on her arm, a blue dragon Searched her out. The poor beast had strained his wings during high winds over the mountains but that didn't stop him from noticing her. His rider translated the dragon pokes and encouraged her to stand before the eggs at the double clutch hatching of Noyth and Kalith. Excited, she agreed and entered candidate training.
When the time came for the double hatching of Kailith and Noyth’s eggs, Zenetta was completely prepared. Or so she thought. In the confusion and excitement of a night hatching she had left the barracks without changing into her robes and was almost on the sands when she realized her error. Embarrassed and heartbroken, Zenetta hid in the shadow of the stands. It was too late to turn around now. Hatchlings were already waddling across the sands searching for their partners. There was no hope for her now but she continued to watch from the shadows. The magic of a Hatching was too strong to walk away from. At one point, Zenetta was so caught up watching that she didn't notice a hatchling coming her way till she was nudged by something. "Huh?", she looked down and saw a pink dragonet staring up at her. ZenettaMine, your Aphroth needs food. I love you.
The most amazing feeling spread through her body as she looked into Aphroth's eyes. It was like falling in love. Her body tingled and her mind seemed to float away from her and hover just a few inches away, inside the pink's mind. Love and devotion seemed to flow to her from this strange link. It was the most purely amazing sensation she had ever felt! "Oh, Aphroth. I love you too", she hugged the small dragon to her.
She would have stayed like that forever but a new sensation flowed from the link. There was a strange pang in her stomach. Hunger? "Oh, you're hungry!” remembering what the pink had already said. Yes, I am. Let's go feed me, and she proceeded to nudge Zenetta's hand and lead her to the exit.
They made it through weyrling training somehow. The loss of several of their clutchmates was difficult to overcome but they survived. Graduation came and they joined the ranks of fully grown dragons. Together, they now fight to keep their home safe from the dangers outside.
Dragon Name: Aphroth
Dragon Age: 6 Turns (spring 199 10I)
Dragon Color: Pink
Dragon Length: 22 feet
Dragon Personality:
Aphroth is your usual cheerful and loving pink dragon. She loves everything and everyone around her. She loves so blindly that she cannot understand why bad things happen. Why would someone try to hurt me? Why do humans hurt other humans? Why can’t everyone feel love like I do? Zenetta often tries to explain these things to her but it is all very confusing. It does not help that her memory is short and only remembers feelings rather than details.
Another facet of her dragonality is that she hates to be rushed. Unless there is an emergency somewhere, Aphroth sees no reason to be in a hurry. If her rider is late then it is her own fault.
Dragon Appearance:
Aphroth’s hide is pink. Not white. It might not seem like it at first but the longer you look the more pink you see. Her skin is amazingly soft and mostly flawless. Zenetta took extra care when it came to oiling. When there was one flaky spot, the whole dragon got oiled. It was a hard task but well worth the effort as Aphroth now shines in any light. Under her skin is well-formed muscle. Not quite as delicate looking as other pinks but still has a very feminine and graceful look.
Dragon History:
This was the beginning of her life with Zenetta. Aphroth followed her life partner through training and graduation, full of love and devotion.
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Starlight
Personality:
Zenetta is the kind of girl who likes to keep her hands busy. It drives her crazy when there's nothing to do. When she had a broken arm and there was not much she could do. Many jobs she would normally do to keep busy required two good arms. That crossed out fishing at the lake, rug making, and many other useful tasks. You could expect some sort of outburst from her after a few days of this, even when she wasn't provoked. With her arm long healed now, you can expect her to be in a much more forgiving mood.
When you meet her, she is rather sweet if a bit shy at first. She is super conscious of rank and is unsure how to approach someone of high ranking. She finds it easier to talk with others who have equal or lower status. When she gets to know you better, you'll discover another quirk to her personality is her firmness of opinion. If she feels she is right and you disagree, you better have a strong reason or face her never ending fight for the truth.
Appearance:
The most striking thing about her is the wispy blonde/ brown mess on her head. It is usually in a ponytail to keep it tame and out of her face. When it is free, it falls past her shoulders and frames her face rather nicely. Along with her hair is her oval face and it's attachments of regular size. She has a light splattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks from the sun and windburn of riding a dragon. Along with sparkling dark blue eyes, her face is charmingly complete.
Her body has a well-muscled, feminine shape but she usually hides it with loose clothing. She had an issue with becoming a woman and the disadvantages it included. Though she still dislikes dresses, she is more comfortable with her body. Her regular colors are dark or natural shades for both shirts and trousers. She never really grew out of her tomboy style but it works when living as a dragonrider.
Family: Father- Zar (missing) Mother- Gretta (deceased), Brothers- Zerg, Tag, Gar (Rock Hold)
Pets: None. She dislikes pillbugs because they are creepy looking, but is considering getting a firelizard.
History:
Zenetta was mostly raised by her father. Her mother having died during one of the many illnesses that effect an overcrowded cothold. Gretta had been a sweet and opinionated woman and Zenetta greatly mourned her passing. Being a seacrafter, Zar had to learn to move on with life and took Zenetta with him as often as possible to help her coupe and learn too.
The shadows of sadness slowly began to pass and turned to fun and exciting days as she learned to tend sail and haul nets alongside her older brothers. Never really thinking of ever becoming more than a seacrafter's wife. Her brother's often teased her about her strength scaring off men but she took it in good humor. She was built for hard work and looked it. Most men preferred delicate beauties and she didn't consider herself one of them. She knew to wait for a better man. Just like her mother had.
One day as Zenetta was at sea with her father, an unusually strong storm blew up and their small ship was thrown about. The wind howled like a monster and each wave threatened to overturn their little schooner. Father and daughter fought each wave, shorting the sails and heading into the waves. Then, a rogue wave hit the side of the boat catching Zenetta unaware and she was tossed overboard like a rag doll. The only thing to keep her afloat was her hand-made life jacket. And as Zenetta struggled to swim back to the boat, each wave dragged her further away. Cold, wet, and tired, she began to lose hope. Her left arm had refused to work since she fell in and now it began to hurt. With the excruciating pain and the loss of all hope, Zenetta black out.
Soaked to the bone and with a broken left arm, Zenetta was found by a sweeprider the next morning and was taken back to the Weyr. Her father's boat was never found and he is believed to be dead. Zenetta was nursed back to health and was allowed light work till her arm fully healed.
Her brothers begged her to come back home but Zenetta was firm about staying in the Weyr. Her dreams are still plagued by the storm that nearly took her life and knew for certain that it would only get worse back at the seahold, where reminders of her father would only haunt her. It was time to move on and try to find her place in the world.
Though a hard choice, there was a plus to her choice of staying at the Weyr. One day as Zenetta was getting her last check up on her arm, a blue dragon Searched her out. The poor beast had strained his wings during high winds over the mountains but that didn't stop him from noticing her. His rider translated the dragon pokes and encouraged her to stand before the eggs at the double clutch hatching of Noyth and Kalith. Excited, she agreed and entered candidate training.
When the time came for the double hatching of Kailith and Noyth’s eggs, Zenetta was completely prepared. Or so she thought. In the confusion and excitement of a night hatching she had left the barracks without changing into her robes and was almost on the sands when she realized her error. Embarrassed and heartbroken, Zenetta hid in the shadow of the stands. It was too late to turn around now. Hatchlings were already waddling across the sands searching for their partners. There was no hope for her now but she continued to watch from the shadows. The magic of a Hatching was too strong to walk away from. At one point, Zenetta was so caught up watching that she didn't notice a hatchling coming her way till she was nudged by something. "Huh?", she looked down and saw a pink dragonet staring up at her. ZenettaMine, your Aphroth needs food. I love you.
The most amazing feeling spread through her body as she looked into Aphroth's eyes. It was like falling in love. Her body tingled and her mind seemed to float away from her and hover just a few inches away, inside the pink's mind. Love and devotion seemed to flow to her from this strange link. It was the most purely amazing sensation she had ever felt! "Oh, Aphroth. I love you too", she hugged the small dragon to her.
She would have stayed like that forever but a new sensation flowed from the link. There was a strange pang in her stomach. Hunger? "Oh, you're hungry!” remembering what the pink had already said. Yes, I am. Let's go feed me, and she proceeded to nudge Zenetta's hand and lead her to the exit.
They made it through weyrling training somehow. The loss of several of their clutchmates was difficult to overcome but they survived. Graduation came and they joined the ranks of fully grown dragons. Together, they now fight to keep their home safe from the dangers outside.
Dragon Name: Aphroth
Dragon Age: 6 Turns (spring 199 10I)
Dragon Color: Pink
Dragon Length: 22 feet
Dragon Personality:
Aphroth is your usual cheerful and loving pink dragon. She loves everything and everyone around her. She loves so blindly that she cannot understand why bad things happen. Why would someone try to hurt me? Why do humans hurt other humans? Why can’t everyone feel love like I do? Zenetta often tries to explain these things to her but it is all very confusing. It does not help that her memory is short and only remembers feelings rather than details.
Another facet of her dragonality is that she hates to be rushed. Unless there is an emergency somewhere, Aphroth sees no reason to be in a hurry. If her rider is late then it is her own fault.
Dragon Appearance:
Aphroth’s hide is pink. Not white. It might not seem like it at first but the longer you look the more pink you see. Her skin is amazingly soft and mostly flawless. Zenetta took extra care when it came to oiling. When there was one flaky spot, the whole dragon got oiled. It was a hard task but well worth the effort as Aphroth now shines in any light. Under her skin is well-formed muscle. Not quite as delicate looking as other pinks but still has a very feminine and graceful look.
Dragon History:
Unfazed by anything around her, the falsely demure pink continued at a saunter towards the candidates. She was growing hungry, but she couldn't rush. Her limbs were not yet sleek and strong enough to carry her with any great speed, so she went slowly, shooting eyes at everyone and everything. However, despite her love for all that she could have from those with masculinity, she wanted a girl. She knew there was a girl right for her amongst them. In fact, she picked out her rider with ease. She approached the girl at her usual swagger, the stride she had using mostly attitude and little true coordination. Twining about the girl, claws inches from the newly made weyrling's feet, she nudged at the girl's hands, touch gentle and firm. She was unafraid, forever unabashed. ZenettaMine, your Aphroth needs food. I love you. And that was that. Simple love.
This was the beginning of her life with Zenetta. Aphroth followed her life partner through training and graduation, full of love and devotion.
