Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Jan 28, 2009 22:53:50 GMT -5
Name: Pratyba (Prah-TEE-bah)
Gender: Female
Age: 19 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Pratyba's predominant and most obvious characteristic is her fun-loving attitude. To Pratyba, life is all just a game, and she treats it as such. Her laughter is a loud, enthusiastic, and painfully familiar sound that wracks her body every few minutes. She's the type to find humor in everything, from uncomfortable situations (in which case people are likely to look at her as slightly crazy) to potentially painful accidents (in which case people tend to think of her of cold-hearted and quite rude). However, Pratyba is neither, though that is hard for some to believe. She truly never means any offense whenever she happens to find her own special kind of humor in any situation, concerning anyone from the Weyrwoman herself to her closest friends. Her smile, too, is very seldom missing from her face. Pratyba herself is a fan of cracking jokes and pulling pranks when she can.
The one thing Pratyba doesn't lack is nerve. The teenager is bold without limits, unafraid of any consequences and seeming free of any inhibitions whatsoever. She will willingly do anything dared of her, and do it to the best of her abilities. She certainly isn't afraid of making mistakes. If she does, who cares? Certainly not herself! She likes to view her often catastrophic failures as mere mishaps, and, even if the results are rather disasterous, they are rather amusing. Hey, either she succeeds or she amuses. It's a win-win situation to her.
Perhaps the reason that Pratyba has such nerve is that she has a shocking ability to take nothing at all seriously. Whatever the situation may be, from Hatchings to Searchings to Risings, Pratyba never stops to thinks about how the event might have a negative effect on her before plunging headlong into it. She usually seems unable to observe most solemn formalities during some of these events, such as keeping her mouth shut.
She is incredibly sociable. Pratyba simply loves to be around people, much as a dragon loves to be around its bonded. She thrives off of such interactions, and tends to get rather morose when she is isolated from others for any period of time. However, living around the weyr gives outgoing Pratyba plenty of opportunities to talk and play, whether it is to joke around with one of her peers, play with the younger weyrbrats, or merely ask the Dragonriders plenty of enthusiastic questions. She is quite loud and vocal, far from a good listener. She can easily be on the annoying side depending on the other's temperment. There's no middle ground-- ya' either love her or wish she would fall of a cliff and never speak again.
Pratyba, at least, is very honest with herself. She knows full well that she gets on several persons' bad side, and, as she would prefer not to be snapped at every few seconds, thank you very much, she tends to avoid those people. She knows she can be loud and disruptive. She embraces this.
Fun-loving and fancy-free as she is, Pratyba has an undeniable cheering effect on most people. She's incredibly optimistic, as she has learned is way more fun than moping around wondering about the bad things in life. She is actually quite generous-hearted. While she doesn't have the patient to hear out her friends' problems, she does have the heart to do them favors, even massive, unreciprocated ones, and loves nothing better than plunging headlong into an adventure (or trouble, whichever one presents itself at the moment) with one of her peers. She's certainly loyal to her friends, but she also takes care not to be clingy. She has plenty of friends, as she thinks, so why should she act like she can't be parted from one? Likewise, Pratyba is very forgiving of any transgressions. She doesn't hold grudges, nor does she take great care to remember who wronged her and when.
Appearance:
Pratyba, to put it lightly, is not really an attractive girl. She's short at only five foot, but carries around a good bit of weight around her middle. It's pretty apparent that she's never been starved for anything tasty with her mother as a kitchen worker and growing up in a Weyr. She has the broad shoulders and hips and a large bust to match her girth, and therefore looks rather proportional.
Her face is round and plump to match her body. Her skin is a medium shade of brown, which is quite the advantage as she rarely burns under Rukbat's ferocious rays. Pratyba's eyes and hair are the same shade of very dark, nearly black, brown. Her hair is curly and often all over the place, and likes to escape from her usual ponytail. She likes to insist that it has a mind of its own. Pratyba's eyebrows and lashes are thick to the point where it nearly looks like hairy caterpillars have nestled on her skin. Her nose appears rather like half a potato squashed onto her face. Her lips, however, are pretty and full. When she smiles, she shows whimsically crooked teeth.
Pratyba is a huge klutz. Her walking and running don't look so much like the aforementioned gaits, but rather like an awkward young foal gambling for its first time, or possibly a penguin training for a marathon. She is often victim to spills, stumbles, and hard knocks. Her usual uniform of some old shirt paired with some old pair of pants is commonly soiled with some sort of stain or another.
Family:
Pabia, 48- mother (kitchen worker for Dalibor)
Zoratyo, 49- father (construction laborer for Dalibor)
Zabio, 24- eldest of Pratyba's older twin brothers (Bluerider of Southern Weyr)
Porat, 24- younger twin brother, but still older than Pratyba (Purplerider of Southern Weyr)
Pets: Blue firelizard Chubbs (348781)
Personality:
Easygoing and relaxed, this Blue has little real drive for day to day activities. He far prefers finding a nice warm space to curl up on and snooze for a bit, disliking the babble and fuss of an average day. He's certainly pleasant, but not terribly fun, more of a plush toy than a pet.
However, he is not totally divorced from reality, and is perfectly capable of responding to his surroundings if the situation arises. Distress will rouse him most quickly, as he dislikes strife and would much rather everyone be calm and cool.
If too much fuss surrounds him, he'll generally see if he can't calm anyone down, though he doesn't exactly have any useful methods of doing so. Maybe giving them something or... something... well, can't blame him for trying?
Appearance:
His preference for a very relaxed lifestyle shows in his form; he is soft and a little bit pudgy around the middle. His lack of muscle definition of course means his endurance suffers, and his dislike of physical activity increases due to his inadequacy at it, creating a vicious cycle.
As far as his form, he is a bit small in the wing, the membranes cutting in more sharply than one would expect of a Blue's wing, creating a rippling shape that is pretty but otherwise accomplishes nothing. His limbs are short as well, not terribly so but just a bit.
His hide is his best feature, a beautiful shade of tropical blue, rich and vibrant and quite shimmery for a Blue. A softer sky-blue is flecked in small, uneven, almost x-shaped markings over his back and wing membranes, the same shade of blue forming small caps over his knees and elbows and the tips of his tail.
History:
Pabia, a simple kitchen worker, and Zoratyo, a male drudge, saw each other faces often in Southern Weyr. Pabia was a light-hearted and good-natured young woman, and Zoratyo was a quieter, but generally kind young man. Zoratyo's past was rather scarred in a way that Pabia's was not: he had been born of an Orangerider, Zora, and the Brownrider whose dragon had caught Zora's during a Rise, Maletayo. The parents had had high expectations for Zoratyo, and their influence and rank were quite a major reason as to why the eleven-Turn-old was allowed to Stand. Zoratyo Stood at countless hatchings during his ten-Turn Candidacy, Impressing at none. Southern's queens at the time were quite fruitful as the Red Star slowly approached Pern, and Zoratyo certainly had no lack of chances to Impress. He failed time and time again, and, eventually, Zora and Maletayo disowned him. He became a drudge for lack of anything better to do and the lack of motivation to learn a craft at his age. Like his parents had always hoped, Zoratyo had assumed that he would Impress and be a Dragonrider; there was no reason for him to learn a craft.
However, Zoratyo didn't sulk over the fact that he would never be a Dragonrider, nor even the fact that his parents refused to look at him anymore. His heart healed in a few years, and he came to almost like drudge work, as much as a man could. It really wasn't that different from being a Candidate, after all. Pabia, on the other hand, had also been born of Flightlust between a losing Blackrider and a drudge, but had never been selected to Stand as a Candidate. Zoratyo and Pabia had had an eye on each other for almost half a Turn, but their busy work in their perspective areas kept them from interacting as often as they would have liked.
Finally, Southern's Senior Queen at the time Rose. Pabia had run down to the drudges to bring them a small noon lunch when Nath's bugle sounded. Zoratyo and Pabia ran off to a secluded corner. Very quickly they became mates. Their first interaction was fruitless, but Pabia gave birth to surprisingly healthy twin boys a Turn later. She named them Zabio and Porat. While the short, squat, not-bad-looking boys appeared remarkably similar, their personalities were as different as night and day. Zabio, the older twin by only a few minutes, was quiet and intense, more like his father. Porat, the younger, shared his mother's personality more. When the twins were six Turns old, their little sister, named Pratyba, was born.
Porat saw his younger sister as great fun, more amusing and humorous than Zabio. Pratyba grew up in Porat's footsteps, the brunt of most of his jokes. Rather than becoming shy and intimidated, Pratyba blossomed in what would seem to be such a negative environment. She learned to laugh off the taunts and pranks, and, as she got older, began to reciprocate. When Pratyba was eight Turns old, she managed to dye a plain wherry's egg a swirling blue color and slipped it into Porat's boot. When Porat put the boot on, he of course squashed the egg. When he pulled out a blue shard, he was devastated, thinking that he had smashed a flitter egg. When he'd found out what Pratyba had done, he could only laugh about it, but from then on, it was a full-out war.
Pratyba and Porat, sometimes roping Zabio into the jokes, performed the most ridiculous and extravagent pranks they could on each other for a Turn. Porat's shining moment occured when he convinced all of the other weyrbrats to call Pratyba "F'lar" for a day, pretending that that was her real name and asking her all sorts of ridiculous questions about the Weyr's minute details. Pratyba, on the other hand, with the help of the amused and always helpful weyrbrats, managed to move her heavy-sleeping brother's cot from his quarters by the kitchens halfway into the lake in the Weyrbowl. Amusing as this was to the Weyr's younger population, the older residents were quite eager for the chaos to stop. Nonetheless, Pratyba wasn't exactly one to listen to authority, and nothing could stop her or Porat from pulling one more fast one ("I swear, Headwoman, this will be the last!" were always the famous last words) on each other.
Still, the warring didn't stop completely until Porat and Zabio were selected as Candidates when they turned sixteen. Zoratyo, their father, was simply ecstatic, as was understandable. It wasn't long before Pratyba was begging to be in their position as well, but she was still too young at ten Turns, even if the Weyr was Searching such youngsters. Zabio Impressed Blue Queth on his first try, and the rest of his family was simply beaming. Two clutches later, Porat, too, walked off the Sands with Purple Juhoth.
Of course, Zarotyo, Pabia, and Pratyba could not have been prouder. It was, to the simple laborer family, the highest honor to have Zabio Impress on his first go and for Porat to Impress a Sub-King. Pratyba simply spoiled Queth and Juhoth to death, bringing them little tidbits to eat, scratching their eye-ridges whenever they asked, and always eager to help bathe them and oil their quickly-stretching hides. While she was privileged to be so intimate with two dragons, she still felt rather like a fifth wheel. She wanted a dragon of her own, to love and spoil, and be loved and spoiled in return! She watched her brothers with envious eyes, wishing that it was her own face that beamed with happiness whenever she caught sight of the dragons, and she wished that it was her own dragon's eyes that whirled delightedly whenever he caught sight of his mine.
Still, Southern was a large weyr that protected an enormous population, and competition for the limited Candidate spots were fierce. Pratyba, at fourteen Turns, was still rather young, and her often immature attitude impressed no Searchrider. She had no doubts that she would be a Candidate one day, but she wasn't sure when that day would come.
Suddenly, she had her chance. News of the building of a new Weyr reached Southern, who was more than glad to ship off laborers to help build the new Weyr, though it was reluctant to give up its dragonriders. To Pratyba's utmost delight, her father, Zoratyo, who was old enough to have helped with weyrbuilding the last time Southern had expanded, but was young enough to still have most of his strength, and was selected to go. Pabia followed, as kitchen help was usually appreciated as well. Not one to miss out on the new action, Pratyba tagged along as well.
The girl was simply thrilled on the ride adragonback to Dalibor Weyr, though it didn't have that name at the time. She settled in quickly, introduced herself to pretty much everybody who lived there at the moment, and made some friends. She certainly wasn't shy; living in the large Southern Weyr had cured any tendency for that!
After several months of living at the weyr, Pratyba's dream came true. She was made a Candidate. There were few qualified youngsters at Dalibor as of yet, and Pratyba seemed satisfactory enough. She was silly, yes, but also bold and good-hearted. She would have no qualms about fighting Thread in its inevitable arrival. There were no eggs on the Sands, but Pratyba was going to need all the preparation she could get.
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Gender: Female
Age: 19 Turns
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Location: Dalibor Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate
Personality:
Pratyba's predominant and most obvious characteristic is her fun-loving attitude. To Pratyba, life is all just a game, and she treats it as such. Her laughter is a loud, enthusiastic, and painfully familiar sound that wracks her body every few minutes. She's the type to find humor in everything, from uncomfortable situations (in which case people are likely to look at her as slightly crazy) to potentially painful accidents (in which case people tend to think of her of cold-hearted and quite rude). However, Pratyba is neither, though that is hard for some to believe. She truly never means any offense whenever she happens to find her own special kind of humor in any situation, concerning anyone from the Weyrwoman herself to her closest friends. Her smile, too, is very seldom missing from her face. Pratyba herself is a fan of cracking jokes and pulling pranks when she can.
The one thing Pratyba doesn't lack is nerve. The teenager is bold without limits, unafraid of any consequences and seeming free of any inhibitions whatsoever. She will willingly do anything dared of her, and do it to the best of her abilities. She certainly isn't afraid of making mistakes. If she does, who cares? Certainly not herself! She likes to view her often catastrophic failures as mere mishaps, and, even if the results are rather disasterous, they are rather amusing. Hey, either she succeeds or she amuses. It's a win-win situation to her.
Perhaps the reason that Pratyba has such nerve is that she has a shocking ability to take nothing at all seriously. Whatever the situation may be, from Hatchings to Searchings to Risings, Pratyba never stops to thinks about how the event might have a negative effect on her before plunging headlong into it. She usually seems unable to observe most solemn formalities during some of these events, such as keeping her mouth shut.
She is incredibly sociable. Pratyba simply loves to be around people, much as a dragon loves to be around its bonded. She thrives off of such interactions, and tends to get rather morose when she is isolated from others for any period of time. However, living around the weyr gives outgoing Pratyba plenty of opportunities to talk and play, whether it is to joke around with one of her peers, play with the younger weyrbrats, or merely ask the Dragonriders plenty of enthusiastic questions. She is quite loud and vocal, far from a good listener. She can easily be on the annoying side depending on the other's temperment. There's no middle ground-- ya' either love her or wish she would fall of a cliff and never speak again.
Pratyba, at least, is very honest with herself. She knows full well that she gets on several persons' bad side, and, as she would prefer not to be snapped at every few seconds, thank you very much, she tends to avoid those people. She knows she can be loud and disruptive. She embraces this.
Fun-loving and fancy-free as she is, Pratyba has an undeniable cheering effect on most people. She's incredibly optimistic, as she has learned is way more fun than moping around wondering about the bad things in life. She is actually quite generous-hearted. While she doesn't have the patient to hear out her friends' problems, she does have the heart to do them favors, even massive, unreciprocated ones, and loves nothing better than plunging headlong into an adventure (or trouble, whichever one presents itself at the moment) with one of her peers. She's certainly loyal to her friends, but she also takes care not to be clingy. She has plenty of friends, as she thinks, so why should she act like she can't be parted from one? Likewise, Pratyba is very forgiving of any transgressions. She doesn't hold grudges, nor does she take great care to remember who wronged her and when.
Appearance:
Pratyba, to put it lightly, is not really an attractive girl. She's short at only five foot, but carries around a good bit of weight around her middle. It's pretty apparent that she's never been starved for anything tasty with her mother as a kitchen worker and growing up in a Weyr. She has the broad shoulders and hips and a large bust to match her girth, and therefore looks rather proportional.
Her face is round and plump to match her body. Her skin is a medium shade of brown, which is quite the advantage as she rarely burns under Rukbat's ferocious rays. Pratyba's eyes and hair are the same shade of very dark, nearly black, brown. Her hair is curly and often all over the place, and likes to escape from her usual ponytail. She likes to insist that it has a mind of its own. Pratyba's eyebrows and lashes are thick to the point where it nearly looks like hairy caterpillars have nestled on her skin. Her nose appears rather like half a potato squashed onto her face. Her lips, however, are pretty and full. When she smiles, she shows whimsically crooked teeth.
Pratyba is a huge klutz. Her walking and running don't look so much like the aforementioned gaits, but rather like an awkward young foal gambling for its first time, or possibly a penguin training for a marathon. She is often victim to spills, stumbles, and hard knocks. Her usual uniform of some old shirt paired with some old pair of pants is commonly soiled with some sort of stain or another.
Family:
Pabia, 48- mother (kitchen worker for Dalibor)
Zoratyo, 49- father (construction laborer for Dalibor)
Zabio, 24- eldest of Pratyba's older twin brothers (Bluerider of Southern Weyr)
Porat, 24- younger twin brother, but still older than Pratyba (Purplerider of Southern Weyr)
Pets: Blue firelizard Chubbs (348781)
Personality:
Easygoing and relaxed, this Blue has little real drive for day to day activities. He far prefers finding a nice warm space to curl up on and snooze for a bit, disliking the babble and fuss of an average day. He's certainly pleasant, but not terribly fun, more of a plush toy than a pet.
However, he is not totally divorced from reality, and is perfectly capable of responding to his surroundings if the situation arises. Distress will rouse him most quickly, as he dislikes strife and would much rather everyone be calm and cool.
If too much fuss surrounds him, he'll generally see if he can't calm anyone down, though he doesn't exactly have any useful methods of doing so. Maybe giving them something or... something... well, can't blame him for trying?
Appearance:
His preference for a very relaxed lifestyle shows in his form; he is soft and a little bit pudgy around the middle. His lack of muscle definition of course means his endurance suffers, and his dislike of physical activity increases due to his inadequacy at it, creating a vicious cycle.
As far as his form, he is a bit small in the wing, the membranes cutting in more sharply than one would expect of a Blue's wing, creating a rippling shape that is pretty but otherwise accomplishes nothing. His limbs are short as well, not terribly so but just a bit.
His hide is his best feature, a beautiful shade of tropical blue, rich and vibrant and quite shimmery for a Blue. A softer sky-blue is flecked in small, uneven, almost x-shaped markings over his back and wing membranes, the same shade of blue forming small caps over his knees and elbows and the tips of his tail.
History:
Pabia, a simple kitchen worker, and Zoratyo, a male drudge, saw each other faces often in Southern Weyr. Pabia was a light-hearted and good-natured young woman, and Zoratyo was a quieter, but generally kind young man. Zoratyo's past was rather scarred in a way that Pabia's was not: he had been born of an Orangerider, Zora, and the Brownrider whose dragon had caught Zora's during a Rise, Maletayo. The parents had had high expectations for Zoratyo, and their influence and rank were quite a major reason as to why the eleven-Turn-old was allowed to Stand. Zoratyo Stood at countless hatchings during his ten-Turn Candidacy, Impressing at none. Southern's queens at the time were quite fruitful as the Red Star slowly approached Pern, and Zoratyo certainly had no lack of chances to Impress. He failed time and time again, and, eventually, Zora and Maletayo disowned him. He became a drudge for lack of anything better to do and the lack of motivation to learn a craft at his age. Like his parents had always hoped, Zoratyo had assumed that he would Impress and be a Dragonrider; there was no reason for him to learn a craft.
However, Zoratyo didn't sulk over the fact that he would never be a Dragonrider, nor even the fact that his parents refused to look at him anymore. His heart healed in a few years, and he came to almost like drudge work, as much as a man could. It really wasn't that different from being a Candidate, after all. Pabia, on the other hand, had also been born of Flightlust between a losing Blackrider and a drudge, but had never been selected to Stand as a Candidate. Zoratyo and Pabia had had an eye on each other for almost half a Turn, but their busy work in their perspective areas kept them from interacting as often as they would have liked.
Finally, Southern's Senior Queen at the time Rose. Pabia had run down to the drudges to bring them a small noon lunch when Nath's bugle sounded. Zoratyo and Pabia ran off to a secluded corner. Very quickly they became mates. Their first interaction was fruitless, but Pabia gave birth to surprisingly healthy twin boys a Turn later. She named them Zabio and Porat. While the short, squat, not-bad-looking boys appeared remarkably similar, their personalities were as different as night and day. Zabio, the older twin by only a few minutes, was quiet and intense, more like his father. Porat, the younger, shared his mother's personality more. When the twins were six Turns old, their little sister, named Pratyba, was born.
Porat saw his younger sister as great fun, more amusing and humorous than Zabio. Pratyba grew up in Porat's footsteps, the brunt of most of his jokes. Rather than becoming shy and intimidated, Pratyba blossomed in what would seem to be such a negative environment. She learned to laugh off the taunts and pranks, and, as she got older, began to reciprocate. When Pratyba was eight Turns old, she managed to dye a plain wherry's egg a swirling blue color and slipped it into Porat's boot. When Porat put the boot on, he of course squashed the egg. When he pulled out a blue shard, he was devastated, thinking that he had smashed a flitter egg. When he'd found out what Pratyba had done, he could only laugh about it, but from then on, it was a full-out war.
Pratyba and Porat, sometimes roping Zabio into the jokes, performed the most ridiculous and extravagent pranks they could on each other for a Turn. Porat's shining moment occured when he convinced all of the other weyrbrats to call Pratyba "F'lar" for a day, pretending that that was her real name and asking her all sorts of ridiculous questions about the Weyr's minute details. Pratyba, on the other hand, with the help of the amused and always helpful weyrbrats, managed to move her heavy-sleeping brother's cot from his quarters by the kitchens halfway into the lake in the Weyrbowl. Amusing as this was to the Weyr's younger population, the older residents were quite eager for the chaos to stop. Nonetheless, Pratyba wasn't exactly one to listen to authority, and nothing could stop her or Porat from pulling one more fast one ("I swear, Headwoman, this will be the last!" were always the famous last words) on each other.
Still, the warring didn't stop completely until Porat and Zabio were selected as Candidates when they turned sixteen. Zoratyo, their father, was simply ecstatic, as was understandable. It wasn't long before Pratyba was begging to be in their position as well, but she was still too young at ten Turns, even if the Weyr was Searching such youngsters. Zabio Impressed Blue Queth on his first try, and the rest of his family was simply beaming. Two clutches later, Porat, too, walked off the Sands with Purple Juhoth.
Of course, Zarotyo, Pabia, and Pratyba could not have been prouder. It was, to the simple laborer family, the highest honor to have Zabio Impress on his first go and for Porat to Impress a Sub-King. Pratyba simply spoiled Queth and Juhoth to death, bringing them little tidbits to eat, scratching their eye-ridges whenever they asked, and always eager to help bathe them and oil their quickly-stretching hides. While she was privileged to be so intimate with two dragons, she still felt rather like a fifth wheel. She wanted a dragon of her own, to love and spoil, and be loved and spoiled in return! She watched her brothers with envious eyes, wishing that it was her own face that beamed with happiness whenever she caught sight of the dragons, and she wished that it was her own dragon's eyes that whirled delightedly whenever he caught sight of his mine.
Still, Southern was a large weyr that protected an enormous population, and competition for the limited Candidate spots were fierce. Pratyba, at fourteen Turns, was still rather young, and her often immature attitude impressed no Searchrider. She had no doubts that she would be a Candidate one day, but she wasn't sure when that day would come.
Suddenly, she had her chance. News of the building of a new Weyr reached Southern, who was more than glad to ship off laborers to help build the new Weyr, though it was reluctant to give up its dragonriders. To Pratyba's utmost delight, her father, Zoratyo, who was old enough to have helped with weyrbuilding the last time Southern had expanded, but was young enough to still have most of his strength, and was selected to go. Pabia followed, as kitchen help was usually appreciated as well. Not one to miss out on the new action, Pratyba tagged along as well.
The girl was simply thrilled on the ride adragonback to Dalibor Weyr, though it didn't have that name at the time. She settled in quickly, introduced herself to pretty much everybody who lived there at the moment, and made some friends. She certainly wasn't shy; living in the large Southern Weyr had cured any tendency for that!
After several months of living at the weyr, Pratyba's dream came true. She was made a Candidate. There were few qualified youngsters at Dalibor as of yet, and Pratyba seemed satisfactory enough. She was silly, yes, but also bold and good-hearted. She would have no qualms about fighting Thread in its inevitable arrival. There were no eggs on the Sands, but Pratyba was going to need all the preparation she could get.
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