Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on May 26, 2009 20:00:03 GMT -5
Name: Raelle (ray-ELL)
Gender: Female
Age: 26 Turns
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans toward men simply because they're generally easier
Location: Western Continent
Rank: Renegade Rider, Holdless
Personality:
Raelle is not smart, but she's not stupid, either. She has a keen intiution, especially regarding the motives and emotions of others, and she has the cunningness and slyness to use that intuition in a way that best suits here, but she doesn't have the foresight to make her plans successful in the long run. She rarely thinks about the future; she's just concerned with the here-and-now. Sometimes this is an advantage, as she will unhesitatingly grab any opportunity that comes her way, but more often than not, it is a disadvantage, as she falls prey to almost all consequences of her poorly-thought-out plans that could have been easily avoided by anyone with more sense than her.
Raelle also has no patience. She has a formidable temper, which she loses easily. She's intolerant of mediocrity, mistakes, and pretty much anything that annoys her. She's fond of shouting and raving, and the most intelligent thing for anyone to do when she's mad is to just leave, as she's invulnerable to logic and reasoning, and mollifying and consolation as well.
She's a champion of grudge-holders, and is highly partial. She simply drools at the feet of anyone who has won her favor, and likewise refuses to talk to them (unless she's shouting, of course) if they have done the least thing to offend her. Her fancies are short-lived as well; one day a person could be her best friend and, the next, her worst enemy. In addition, she utterly refuses to cooperate with someone currently on her bad list, and does her best to make her life difficult, which makes her more of a hindrance than a help on wings. However, she does listen to authority, surprisingly.
Appearance:
Raelle is an average height, around 5'4''. She has an athletic build, with a slender waist and hips, shoulders that are as broad as they could be in proportion to her lower half, and a small bust, which she often pads. She is the type to not put on a pound no matter how much she eats, and has the extremely lean arms and legs to match that. She looks graceful and delicate, with just enough curves to be feminine.
Raelle has straight, dirty-blonde hair, plain brown eyes, and delicate features with a small nose and ears, and shapely lips. She would be quite the beauty if her character wasn't so ugly.
Family:
Daughter, Xela
Pets:
none
History:
Raelle was born a Weyrbrat at Southern Weyr. Like most of her rank, she had been conceived during Flightlust and simply tossed at the nearest crechewoman shortly after birth. She was not pampered, no, as the women there were overwhelmed with so many youngsters, and they simply didn't have the time to devote as much attention to each child as a true mother would. As a toddler, Raelle hardly knew the difference. She did not think that she was underprivileged in any way. She ran around like crazy with her crechemates and was fed enough. Her injuries were healed, her sicknesses tended. Life was fine. When she was nine or so, the crechewoman began pressuring her a bit harder to pick a craft and begin to learn it. Raelle toyed around with Weaving, but she was hardly serious about persuing that path.
Instead, Raelle hit adolescence early, and she began to notice how attractive some of the other youngsters were growing in her eyes. She grew aggressively flirtacious, demanding rather than subtly winning the attentions of the boys. While she was equally attracted to some of the girls, most did not seem interested in her advances, and many were offended. Boys seemed like a safer bet, so Raelle followed that path. When she reached eleven Turns, she singled out one of her old crechemates, a thirteen-Turn-old Healer apprentice. She cornered him as he was walking out of the infirmary one night, and he agreed to be her boyfriend. And so, Raelle had found her first flame. Six months later, two months after the boy had become a dragon Candidate, she lost her virginity to him. They broke up not a sevenday later, but Raelle swiftly realized that she could garner quite a bit off of the boy on the threat of telling the Candidatemaster what they'd done.
Raelle learned quickly. For nine months, she bullied and seduced three other Candidates and Weyrlings, growing rich from her blackmail. She'd even wrangled a gold firelizard egg off of one of her lovers, though it had proved to be a dud, much to her disappointment, as she had failed to properly take care of it. Still, Raelle thrived in her newfound job. There was no question about which job was more worthwhile for the same wage, a few minutes' pleasure versus candlemarks upon candlemarks of weaving. She loved the influence she was able to exert on others because of this. And, of course, the act itself wasn't bad.
Then, Raelle was selected as a Candidate. While she was devious and sly, hot-tempered and bossy, she was hardly intelligent or strong, and the opportunity seemed far beyond her reach. So, for the next few months, she'd behaved herself, focusing on improving herself enough to possibly Impress. She knew she would need a proper occupation one day, and Dragonriding seemed like a far better option than crafting. So, she followed the rules, toed the line, and managed not to get kicked out of Candidacy by the time Hatching rolled around.
The Black was the third dragon to emerge into the world. He'd taken one look around before walking uncertainly to Raelle. RaelleMine! In return for granting your greatest wish, you should feed your Tossiteth, or he might /between/ and leave you to weave for the rest of your life! As she saw that first devious look in Tossiteth's eyes, Raelle knew they were a perfect match. He quickly proved to be quiet and cunning, able to sneak in and get what he wanted, then disappear before anyone knew what happened. They breezed through Weyrlinghood.
Two years later, shortly after they'd graduated, the newest Dragonriders had celebrated with a rousing party with the finest Benden wine. Raelle woke up in the morning to find that she'd depleted her money on the wine and other various expenses in Weyrlinghood. She'd had her eye on a few fine new dresses, as her current ones were tattered after the long, hard slog of Weyrlinghood. She had no craft, and the newest Wingriders weren't paid much.
So she aimed to do what she did best.
She set her eyes on a sixteen-Turn-old Ironrider named T'el. Real Dragonriders didn't have the same no-sex rules as Weyrlings or Candidates, but surely an Ironrider wouldn't want a nasty love affair getting out shortly before a Queen rose? No Ironrider wanted to be caught with a Blackrider, surely? She didn't know that T'el had few such ambitions. She arrived at his weyr one night, far after the rest of the Weyr had gone to bed, and found the Ironrider more than willing. However, before she could approach him to get money off of him for that dress, she found out that she was pregnant.
And she was furious.
Instead of telling T'el, she simply disappeared, completely avoiding him and most other people. She nursed a growing indignation and bitterness until she lost her temper whenever T'el came into her range of view. It was irrational, yes, but it was her way of dealing with it. At sixteen, Raelle became a mother to a healthy daughter. Immediately after being discharged from the infirmary, she marched to T'el's weyr to yell at him for all the pain through which he'd put her, just to find that he had disappeared. Of course, this served as nothing more than to make her even angrier. What kind of pathetic, lowborn man abandoned his daughter, his own flesh and blood? She was inconsolable. Somewhere, she realized that it wasn't his fault, to be honest, he didn't exactly KNOW she was expecting... but it was still his fault!
With that, Raelle became bitter, impatient, intolerant, and easily ticked off. She channeled her being into the only thing she knew how to do: seducing other men, luring them into her weyr and trying to trap them into being Xela's father the next morning. When they refused, bewildered, she shut them out of her life. She didn't give them a chance, leading them to believe that she was only after a one-night stand with no lasting committment. In other words, she set them up to fail. She used their reluctance to be what she wanted them to be as further fuel of her bitterness.
When Xela was four, Raelle finally lost patience with all the men at Southern. She knew she was being irresponsible in luring in men and trying to trap them into fatherhood without showing them any true love or kindness, and she became rather embarrassed about her behavior. However, she stubbornly refused to say that she had been wrong, and fled Southern instead, claiming that all the wing drills made it too hard for her to raise Xela.
They bounced from Weyr to Weyr, trying to get a position as a Wingrider and often settling for mere workers. Finally, the trio arrived at the Western Continent after several years, Xela now a ten-year-old. Raelle joined the band of renegades simply because she was tired of being on her own.
Dragon Name: Tossiteth
Dragon Age: 13 Turns
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: 20 feet
Dragon Personality:
Tossiteth is a quiet dragon with few words. He can be pleasant enough when he wants to, and is highly sensible: he knows to maintain on good terms with every dragon to get favors when he needs to. While he is not outwardly sociable, there is a kind of reassurance in his quietness. He seems quite trustworthy, though he is really not.
Like his 'Rider, he is quite cunning and manipulative. He can be quite the suck-up when he finds the need to. He knows how to sly discuss rumors and secrets to set dragons against each other. If he were human, he would be quite the politician. He refuses to enter arguments he will not win. In addition, he's humble enough to apologize profusely whenever he's in the wrong, or whenever Raelle leads him to the wrong.
Dragon Appearance:
Tossiteth is purely black, without a mar or a scar on his body. Although he has years behind him, he has never been competitive enough in a Flight or clumsy enough in wing practice to earn an injury. He is an average build; neither stocky nor lean. He has a surprising stamina for a Black, and lasts just as long or longer than most Blues. His speed is decent for his color, but not great. He is careful when he moves and flies, always looking for danger and ways he might injure himself. He doesn't trip or stumble, even on the ground.
Dragon History:
Tossiteth was one of the few new colors at his Clutch, but the fact that he was a Black was nothing special, as there were already many, many dragons that were not one of the five original colors at this point. He was the third to hatch and Impress from his clutch, after a Brown and a Green.
He and His, Raelle, were a fairly good pair: his quietness balanced out some of her bossiness, but they both had similar goals. They flew through Weyrlinghood, Tossiteth managing to keep His in line during their early wing training. He did not Chase much at Southern, simply because, in such a big Weyr, he didn't think he could catch very many. Even the Pinks were all bigger than he was. He tried two or three times, but never won. Raelle's sleeping around was more than enough for the both of them; he didn't need to add to the problem.
Finally, they left. They spent years on their own, trying to get into Weyrs, or Raelle making a packmule out of him at Holds. He bore his burden well enough, but was never happy about it. He was quite content when they found the renegades, and made himself at home in the group of misfits.
Gender: Female
Age: 26 Turns
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans toward men simply because they're generally easier
Location: Western Continent
Rank: Renegade Rider, Holdless
Personality:
Raelle is not smart, but she's not stupid, either. She has a keen intiution, especially regarding the motives and emotions of others, and she has the cunningness and slyness to use that intuition in a way that best suits here, but she doesn't have the foresight to make her plans successful in the long run. She rarely thinks about the future; she's just concerned with the here-and-now. Sometimes this is an advantage, as she will unhesitatingly grab any opportunity that comes her way, but more often than not, it is a disadvantage, as she falls prey to almost all consequences of her poorly-thought-out plans that could have been easily avoided by anyone with more sense than her.
Raelle also has no patience. She has a formidable temper, which she loses easily. She's intolerant of mediocrity, mistakes, and pretty much anything that annoys her. She's fond of shouting and raving, and the most intelligent thing for anyone to do when she's mad is to just leave, as she's invulnerable to logic and reasoning, and mollifying and consolation as well.
She's a champion of grudge-holders, and is highly partial. She simply drools at the feet of anyone who has won her favor, and likewise refuses to talk to them (unless she's shouting, of course) if they have done the least thing to offend her. Her fancies are short-lived as well; one day a person could be her best friend and, the next, her worst enemy. In addition, she utterly refuses to cooperate with someone currently on her bad list, and does her best to make her life difficult, which makes her more of a hindrance than a help on wings. However, she does listen to authority, surprisingly.
Appearance:
Raelle is an average height, around 5'4''. She has an athletic build, with a slender waist and hips, shoulders that are as broad as they could be in proportion to her lower half, and a small bust, which she often pads. She is the type to not put on a pound no matter how much she eats, and has the extremely lean arms and legs to match that. She looks graceful and delicate, with just enough curves to be feminine.
Raelle has straight, dirty-blonde hair, plain brown eyes, and delicate features with a small nose and ears, and shapely lips. She would be quite the beauty if her character wasn't so ugly.
Family:
Daughter, Xela
Pets:
none
History:
Raelle was born a Weyrbrat at Southern Weyr. Like most of her rank, she had been conceived during Flightlust and simply tossed at the nearest crechewoman shortly after birth. She was not pampered, no, as the women there were overwhelmed with so many youngsters, and they simply didn't have the time to devote as much attention to each child as a true mother would. As a toddler, Raelle hardly knew the difference. She did not think that she was underprivileged in any way. She ran around like crazy with her crechemates and was fed enough. Her injuries were healed, her sicknesses tended. Life was fine. When she was nine or so, the crechewoman began pressuring her a bit harder to pick a craft and begin to learn it. Raelle toyed around with Weaving, but she was hardly serious about persuing that path.
Instead, Raelle hit adolescence early, and she began to notice how attractive some of the other youngsters were growing in her eyes. She grew aggressively flirtacious, demanding rather than subtly winning the attentions of the boys. While she was equally attracted to some of the girls, most did not seem interested in her advances, and many were offended. Boys seemed like a safer bet, so Raelle followed that path. When she reached eleven Turns, she singled out one of her old crechemates, a thirteen-Turn-old Healer apprentice. She cornered him as he was walking out of the infirmary one night, and he agreed to be her boyfriend. And so, Raelle had found her first flame. Six months later, two months after the boy had become a dragon Candidate, she lost her virginity to him. They broke up not a sevenday later, but Raelle swiftly realized that she could garner quite a bit off of the boy on the threat of telling the Candidatemaster what they'd done.
Raelle learned quickly. For nine months, she bullied and seduced three other Candidates and Weyrlings, growing rich from her blackmail. She'd even wrangled a gold firelizard egg off of one of her lovers, though it had proved to be a dud, much to her disappointment, as she had failed to properly take care of it. Still, Raelle thrived in her newfound job. There was no question about which job was more worthwhile for the same wage, a few minutes' pleasure versus candlemarks upon candlemarks of weaving. She loved the influence she was able to exert on others because of this. And, of course, the act itself wasn't bad.
Then, Raelle was selected as a Candidate. While she was devious and sly, hot-tempered and bossy, she was hardly intelligent or strong, and the opportunity seemed far beyond her reach. So, for the next few months, she'd behaved herself, focusing on improving herself enough to possibly Impress. She knew she would need a proper occupation one day, and Dragonriding seemed like a far better option than crafting. So, she followed the rules, toed the line, and managed not to get kicked out of Candidacy by the time Hatching rolled around.
The Black was the third dragon to emerge into the world. He'd taken one look around before walking uncertainly to Raelle. RaelleMine! In return for granting your greatest wish, you should feed your Tossiteth, or he might /between/ and leave you to weave for the rest of your life! As she saw that first devious look in Tossiteth's eyes, Raelle knew they were a perfect match. He quickly proved to be quiet and cunning, able to sneak in and get what he wanted, then disappear before anyone knew what happened. They breezed through Weyrlinghood.
Two years later, shortly after they'd graduated, the newest Dragonriders had celebrated with a rousing party with the finest Benden wine. Raelle woke up in the morning to find that she'd depleted her money on the wine and other various expenses in Weyrlinghood. She'd had her eye on a few fine new dresses, as her current ones were tattered after the long, hard slog of Weyrlinghood. She had no craft, and the newest Wingriders weren't paid much.
So she aimed to do what she did best.
She set her eyes on a sixteen-Turn-old Ironrider named T'el. Real Dragonriders didn't have the same no-sex rules as Weyrlings or Candidates, but surely an Ironrider wouldn't want a nasty love affair getting out shortly before a Queen rose? No Ironrider wanted to be caught with a Blackrider, surely? She didn't know that T'el had few such ambitions. She arrived at his weyr one night, far after the rest of the Weyr had gone to bed, and found the Ironrider more than willing. However, before she could approach him to get money off of him for that dress, she found out that she was pregnant.
And she was furious.
Instead of telling T'el, she simply disappeared, completely avoiding him and most other people. She nursed a growing indignation and bitterness until she lost her temper whenever T'el came into her range of view. It was irrational, yes, but it was her way of dealing with it. At sixteen, Raelle became a mother to a healthy daughter. Immediately after being discharged from the infirmary, she marched to T'el's weyr to yell at him for all the pain through which he'd put her, just to find that he had disappeared. Of course, this served as nothing more than to make her even angrier. What kind of pathetic, lowborn man abandoned his daughter, his own flesh and blood? She was inconsolable. Somewhere, she realized that it wasn't his fault, to be honest, he didn't exactly KNOW she was expecting... but it was still his fault!
With that, Raelle became bitter, impatient, intolerant, and easily ticked off. She channeled her being into the only thing she knew how to do: seducing other men, luring them into her weyr and trying to trap them into being Xela's father the next morning. When they refused, bewildered, she shut them out of her life. She didn't give them a chance, leading them to believe that she was only after a one-night stand with no lasting committment. In other words, she set them up to fail. She used their reluctance to be what she wanted them to be as further fuel of her bitterness.
When Xela was four, Raelle finally lost patience with all the men at Southern. She knew she was being irresponsible in luring in men and trying to trap them into fatherhood without showing them any true love or kindness, and she became rather embarrassed about her behavior. However, she stubbornly refused to say that she had been wrong, and fled Southern instead, claiming that all the wing drills made it too hard for her to raise Xela.
They bounced from Weyr to Weyr, trying to get a position as a Wingrider and often settling for mere workers. Finally, the trio arrived at the Western Continent after several years, Xela now a ten-year-old. Raelle joined the band of renegades simply because she was tired of being on her own.
Dragon Name: Tossiteth
Dragon Age: 13 Turns
Dragon Color: Black (000000)
Dragon Length: 20 feet
Dragon Personality:
Tossiteth is a quiet dragon with few words. He can be pleasant enough when he wants to, and is highly sensible: he knows to maintain on good terms with every dragon to get favors when he needs to. While he is not outwardly sociable, there is a kind of reassurance in his quietness. He seems quite trustworthy, though he is really not.
Like his 'Rider, he is quite cunning and manipulative. He can be quite the suck-up when he finds the need to. He knows how to sly discuss rumors and secrets to set dragons against each other. If he were human, he would be quite the politician. He refuses to enter arguments he will not win. In addition, he's humble enough to apologize profusely whenever he's in the wrong, or whenever Raelle leads him to the wrong.
Dragon Appearance:
Tossiteth is purely black, without a mar or a scar on his body. Although he has years behind him, he has never been competitive enough in a Flight or clumsy enough in wing practice to earn an injury. He is an average build; neither stocky nor lean. He has a surprising stamina for a Black, and lasts just as long or longer than most Blues. His speed is decent for his color, but not great. He is careful when he moves and flies, always looking for danger and ways he might injure himself. He doesn't trip or stumble, even on the ground.
Dragon History:
Tossiteth was one of the few new colors at his Clutch, but the fact that he was a Black was nothing special, as there were already many, many dragons that were not one of the five original colors at this point. He was the third to hatch and Impress from his clutch, after a Brown and a Green.
He and His, Raelle, were a fairly good pair: his quietness balanced out some of her bossiness, but they both had similar goals. They flew through Weyrlinghood, Tossiteth managing to keep His in line during their early wing training. He did not Chase much at Southern, simply because, in such a big Weyr, he didn't think he could catch very many. Even the Pinks were all bigger than he was. He tried two or three times, but never won. Raelle's sleeping around was more than enough for the both of them; he didn't need to add to the problem.
Finally, they left. They spent years on their own, trying to get into Weyrs, or Raelle making a packmule out of him at Holds. He bore his burden well enough, but was never happy about it. He was quite content when they found the renegades, and made himself at home in the group of misfits.
