Post by hrsegrl on Oct 16, 2009 21:21:36 GMT -5
Recruitment: Blue
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Havalie (Hah-vah-lee)
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: female
Age: 20
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: (Face Claim: Annabelle Wallis)
Hava is a tall woman standing at a good 5’11”. Her weight matches her height fairly well. She weighs around 150lbs. Long, dirty blonde hair falls to about an three inches past her soulders in messy waves though her hair would be considered straight. Her eyebrows match her hair color and are fairly thick. They frame her half moon shaped baby blue eyes in an almost straight line. Her dark brown eyelashes are long but thin and therefore not perfect.
White teeth are found between two rosy pink lips. The top lip is shaped like two small, shallow hills that are kept apart by an even smaller valley. The bottom lip is shaped like the bottom of a circle. Her nose is long and medium sized coming to an end at nostrils not set to far out from the bridge. Pale white skin is shaded with rosy cheeks that seem to fit well within the oval face. Her arms are lightly freckled from the sun though she is much more apt to burn than tan and so stays out of the sun as much as possible in the summer months.
Her limbs are all long and seem to be a bit too long for her body. They lend her a grace much like that of a gazelle. Even her elegant hands have long spidery fingers. The young woman is not considered fit or thin but rather average sized. Her breasts and butt are average as well which helps when it comes to tailoring clothes.
Despite her often disheveled appearance, Hava does care about what she wears. As a drudge she wears stiff woolen dresses of plain colors like tans, browns and whites. She would prefer not to wear white as the color often washes her out. For shoes she will wear whatever is comfortable. Sometimes she dreams about what it would be like to wear a gown like the riders at Feasts and to have fine jewelry and not have to clean every day.
Family:
Father: Toruin (56) drudge at Ponaa. He likes the simple things in life and has never had any desire to rise larger than he is. He believes it takes all types to survive and wishes good will on everyone.
Mother: Havansie (51) drudge at Ponaa, she mostly works in the Creche now. Children are one of her greatest joys. She has fostered about ten plus her own six.
Siblings:
Havantor: (32) drudge at Ponaa, mostly works with the beastcrafters taking care of the livestock. Has a weyrmate and three children, Anarissa (11), Torris (7), Risana (4)
Orava: (29) drudge at Ponaa, works in the infirmiry assisting the very busy healers. She herself is quite the mother. Relationships are too hard for her so she’d rather not get into anything serious. Her children know of their fathers but could care less.
Five children, Orteyu (13), Avaolle (11), Conorava (8), Avatulle (5), Havorn (2)
Toran: (25) drudge at Ponaa, works mainly in the kitchens, he has never weyrmated. He feels for men what most men feel for women. Is most often seen in the company of greenriders.
Avato: (22) drudge at Ponaa, works as a handy man around the Weyr. Has numerous offspring but he can’t say for sure who or where they are. He has a lot of charisma and enjoys all of life, the good and the bad.
Vasuin (16) drudge/candidate, like her sister it is unlikely she will impress so she focuses on other things she is good at and may pursue later in life. Really likes children and animals as is reflected in her calm and nuturing side.
Foster Siblings:
Tolark (m, 26): Cook
Efrenn (m, 24): Journeyman Beastcrafter
Wistrea (f, 23): Laundry Drudge
Rianne (f, 20) : Candidate/ drudge
Caselo (m, 19): Candidate/drudge
Atero(m, 17): Candidate/ drudge
Eriquinn (f, 15) Candidate/ Weyrbrat
Lourah (f, 13) Weyrbrat
Kevrise (f, 11) Weyrbrat
Xelton (m, 8) Weyrbrat
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual (flight bisexual)
Personality:
Havalie never saw herself as anything great. She believes she is a good, hardworking person who has come into her own as she has grown. Her idea of fun is spending time by a crackling fire and dreaming about all the wonderful things that other people have done or will do. She is far too afraid to try any of them herself. Her timidity often prevents her from doing things she wants to do or trying new things. She prefers the safety net that she has placed around her.
There is no room in her life for trouble. She has her own place and keeping her hard work up would help her rise in esteem. The Headwoman might even take some notice. Not that many women noticed anything she did. Men only noticed that she was pleasant looking, though she would not go so far as to say she was beautiful. There are many beautiful women at the Weyr and she could not count herself as one of them.
Despite her unfavorable view of herself she has no lack of talents. Her deft hands make quick work out of sewing and weaving. Her writing is beautifully scripted and her voice sounds as if made to read poetry. She can and will do almost anything that is asked of her without complaint. Around people she knows she is a very happy and jovial young woman who tells jokes and talks about her life. In front of those she does not know or trust as well she can seem like a timid little mouse that won’t do anything but what she needs to do to get out of the awkward situation she must be in.
Her loving nature comes out more for her relatives and close friends and the few children she has come to know in the Creche. When she loves she loves with a intensity that can not be matched. Her heart is bigger than she will let on because her fear of being taken advantage of rises to keep her from showing everyone her warmth. Lucky for her, most the men she likes are the type who would not notice her and she prefers it that way. If they noticed her she would have to talk to them and she would stutter or have to run somewhere really fast to get away. If only she were good at running. Her hands seem to have all the talent leaving none for her flat feet.
Most days she eats very healthy, greens and fruits a small amount of bread and meat and drinking a lot of water. Sometimes she splurges and has a bubbly pie. This is rare because she would prefer not to eat things that caused her to gain weight than actually have to work it off. Work was tiring enough without adding exercise to the list.
Hobbies/Skills: skilled at sewing and weaving, knows the basics of cooking, reading and writing.
Pets: Nope
History:
Some people feel compelled to have children because of the need while others have always wanted a big family filled with the pitter patter of little feet. Havalie’s parents are the second type. Even before she was born they had already begun to foster along with the children they had naturally born. So it was that Hava was born into a large, loving family. While it was always easy to tell who was biologically related to her she did not love her foster siblings any less than those who shared the same mother and father. They all loved her right back. From the get go she was a quiet baby. She rarely cried, slept easily through the night and never seemed to want for anything.
If her parents were too busy caring for other children her older siblings would help take care of her. The down side of course to being in such a large family was that sometimes you went unnoticed. This may have something to do with her personality. The quiet, shy girl was not overly social in the Creche and often worried the nannies though they tried to initiate play between her and other children her age.
She was picked on quite a bit as a young child and became the butt of many jokes. Havalie was all legs and arms with freckles all over. It was no wonder the other children found her to be an easy target. This all stopped when she hit about twelve and thankfully she had not taken most of what was said to heart. They never made her cry because she never had asked their opinion. She had a large loving family who would say the exact opposite.
To her childhood was great. She learned so many things and her adept fingers quickly took on more nimble tasks at home. Sewing came naturally to her, or so it seemed. Havalie was often mending hand me downs for her younger siblings and even some of her older ones. Everyone in the family pitched in with their own talents. It was with her family, Havalie’s outgoing side came out. She could talk anyone’s ear off and was often just as loud as the other children at home.
As she became older she began to pick up Weyr chores and attend lessons. She read out loud to herself at home because she had great difficulty learning to read. It was not easy for her as it seemed to be for others in her family. Havalie applied herself to any task assigned to her including lessons. Hard work could get you almost anything. She soon took up writing and became very good at that as well. Her knowledge of dragons is poor still though she does know the basics that every Weyrbrat knows.
At fifteen she stood for a Hatching and nearly passed out. Her sisters had to bring her home and get her some air. Havalie is not afraid of dragons but she is absolutely motified of large crowds of people watching her. The next turn she could not be convinced to stand though she did promise the next time she would stand with her sister, Vasuin and foster siblings Rianne, Caselo, Atero, Eriquinn. None of them impressed that turn. Although they seem to not care about impressing, it is the secret wish of almost every Weyrbrat to impress a dragon. Havalie is discouraged because no one in her long line of family members has ever impressed a dragon. Perhaps it just wasn’t in their blood.
Havalie was visiting her mother who was braiding her hair and talking with her when the humming from the Sands had begun. She showed up with the other Candidates all dressed in white. Watching she saw a Bronze hatch first, impressing to Ev'os and then Kesstriel impressing a blue. More people impressed to various blues and greens but she could not watch all of them. As she began to doubt her chances she saw a young woman impress a brown which gave her pause. A woman on a brown?
Then the green bespoke her. Havalie and Sarenth were impressed and began their life together as dragon and rider. What would Weyrling Training hold for them?
A lot more than anyone could have guessed. Aliath and Gaelle were kidnapped and murdered which then led to an immediate concern for Iaslia. The situation was dire so the Weyrlings were sent away both temporally and spatially. Havalie and Sarenth grew close with the entire clutch, except one could never be close with Ev'os or Iaslia but they hardly mattered as far as friendships went. Leaders could not be friends with those they ordered about.
Sarenth had her first flight while they were between times. Claralth, being Sarenth's closest friend won and though Havalie felt a bit awkward about the situation later on, at the time it was nice not to have to worry about one of the boys getting too attached. She does still feel more attracted to men outside of flights and has hopes of finding a more stable weyrmate for at least a time. Greens could fly four to six times in one turn and Havalie was not prepared to sleep with four to six different people in one turn.
On returning to the Weyr, the Goldflight got everyone a little confused but she knew what to do. They went and found an empty weyr, settled in and were prepared should they need to be debriefed by whomever was Weyrleader. Fortunately it was Ev'os who already knew what had happened. Beta Wing was the new Wing that was formed by the old Weyrling class. Beta was going to be led by Ev'os which was fine since they all knew his style of leading.
Dragon
Name: Sarenth
Age: 2 (1.5 turns Between)
Color: green
Clutch: 1188 :Gold Aliath by Bronze Xialanth
Appearance:
Sarenth is a good sized green probably around average. Her hide is almost jade in color though more green than blue. She has ivory colored claws and a well proportioned body. The underside of her wings have a pearlescent sheen as do her eyeridges. She seems to be in the best of health for a dragonet.
Personality:
Some people need dragons just like them and some are a bit different. Sarenth is not as timid as her rider although compared to other greens she is much quieter. She does ge pushy when she wants something unlike Havalie. Her persona is a calm and gentle one most of the time. She is not afraid to go for whatever she wants because she has no fear of consequences. Sarenth can not and does not fathom the future and leaves dreaming up to her rider.
History:
The Queen gurgled and her eyes whirled faster. A green and a blue broke out of their shells at the same time. The blue wandered to a sweet natured boy in the back. "His name is Bysanth!" The two headed to the table as another blue tumbled onto the hot sands. He was a bit more haughty than his brother, taking his time to choose his rider. Meanwhile, the green still looked over the candidates, unsure of where her rider was.
A third blue dragonet hatched, rolling around the sands and having fun. He was a silly dragon, and he managed to knocked into his new rider. But the stout boy didn't move an inch. "His name is Perdith." It was a statement of simple fact, but the candidate was still grinning ear to ear.
The green began to pace in front of candidates, growing anxious. A larger shell cracked and bursted, revealing a proud brown dragon the color of cocoa. While the green nervously looked at all the candidates, the brown's gaze fell on only one. Nanyaa. I am Niddalath. The brown approached the girl, and bumped her gently with her head.
The green finally spotted her own. Havalie, it's me, Sarenth. Can we eat now? Please? She started to run to the new weyrling, tripped, got back up, and joined her rider at her side. Nuzzling her hand, the green pushed the girl towards the meat tables.
Weyrling Training is about to begin and the green still cares more about eating than class. Sarenth remembers training in a different place with waves and sand but she doesn't dwell on why they were there. Claralth won her first flight but she has yet to have a second, which seems to be making Havalie happy. Sarenth is ready for drills and becoming recognized as a full fledged dragon.
Wing: Beta Wing
((Dragon text color= 00Cd3f))
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Havalie (Hah-vah-lee)
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: female
Age: 20
Origin: Ponaa Weyr
Appearance: (Face Claim: Annabelle Wallis)
Hava is a tall woman standing at a good 5’11”. Her weight matches her height fairly well. She weighs around 150lbs. Long, dirty blonde hair falls to about an three inches past her soulders in messy waves though her hair would be considered straight. Her eyebrows match her hair color and are fairly thick. They frame her half moon shaped baby blue eyes in an almost straight line. Her dark brown eyelashes are long but thin and therefore not perfect.
White teeth are found between two rosy pink lips. The top lip is shaped like two small, shallow hills that are kept apart by an even smaller valley. The bottom lip is shaped like the bottom of a circle. Her nose is long and medium sized coming to an end at nostrils not set to far out from the bridge. Pale white skin is shaded with rosy cheeks that seem to fit well within the oval face. Her arms are lightly freckled from the sun though she is much more apt to burn than tan and so stays out of the sun as much as possible in the summer months.
Her limbs are all long and seem to be a bit too long for her body. They lend her a grace much like that of a gazelle. Even her elegant hands have long spidery fingers. The young woman is not considered fit or thin but rather average sized. Her breasts and butt are average as well which helps when it comes to tailoring clothes.
Despite her often disheveled appearance, Hava does care about what she wears. As a drudge she wears stiff woolen dresses of plain colors like tans, browns and whites. She would prefer not to wear white as the color often washes her out. For shoes she will wear whatever is comfortable. Sometimes she dreams about what it would be like to wear a gown like the riders at Feasts and to have fine jewelry and not have to clean every day.
Family:
Father: Toruin (56) drudge at Ponaa. He likes the simple things in life and has never had any desire to rise larger than he is. He believes it takes all types to survive and wishes good will on everyone.
Mother: Havansie (51) drudge at Ponaa, she mostly works in the Creche now. Children are one of her greatest joys. She has fostered about ten plus her own six.
Siblings:
Havantor: (32) drudge at Ponaa, mostly works with the beastcrafters taking care of the livestock. Has a weyrmate and three children, Anarissa (11), Torris (7), Risana (4)
Orava: (29) drudge at Ponaa, works in the infirmiry assisting the very busy healers. She herself is quite the mother. Relationships are too hard for her so she’d rather not get into anything serious. Her children know of their fathers but could care less.
Five children, Orteyu (13), Avaolle (11), Conorava (8), Avatulle (5), Havorn (2)
Toran: (25) drudge at Ponaa, works mainly in the kitchens, he has never weyrmated. He feels for men what most men feel for women. Is most often seen in the company of greenriders.
Avato: (22) drudge at Ponaa, works as a handy man around the Weyr. Has numerous offspring but he can’t say for sure who or where they are. He has a lot of charisma and enjoys all of life, the good and the bad.
Vasuin (16) drudge/candidate, like her sister it is unlikely she will impress so she focuses on other things she is good at and may pursue later in life. Really likes children and animals as is reflected in her calm and nuturing side.
Foster Siblings:
Tolark (m, 26): Cook
Efrenn (m, 24): Journeyman Beastcrafter
Wistrea (f, 23): Laundry Drudge
Rianne (f, 20) : Candidate/ drudge
Caselo (m, 19): Candidate/drudge
Atero(m, 17): Candidate/ drudge
Eriquinn (f, 15) Candidate/ Weyrbrat
Lourah (f, 13) Weyrbrat
Kevrise (f, 11) Weyrbrat
Xelton (m, 8) Weyrbrat
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual (flight bisexual)
Personality:
Havalie never saw herself as anything great. She believes she is a good, hardworking person who has come into her own as she has grown. Her idea of fun is spending time by a crackling fire and dreaming about all the wonderful things that other people have done or will do. She is far too afraid to try any of them herself. Her timidity often prevents her from doing things she wants to do or trying new things. She prefers the safety net that she has placed around her.
There is no room in her life for trouble. She has her own place and keeping her hard work up would help her rise in esteem. The Headwoman might even take some notice. Not that many women noticed anything she did. Men only noticed that she was pleasant looking, though she would not go so far as to say she was beautiful. There are many beautiful women at the Weyr and she could not count herself as one of them.
Despite her unfavorable view of herself she has no lack of talents. Her deft hands make quick work out of sewing and weaving. Her writing is beautifully scripted and her voice sounds as if made to read poetry. She can and will do almost anything that is asked of her without complaint. Around people she knows she is a very happy and jovial young woman who tells jokes and talks about her life. In front of those she does not know or trust as well she can seem like a timid little mouse that won’t do anything but what she needs to do to get out of the awkward situation she must be in.
Her loving nature comes out more for her relatives and close friends and the few children she has come to know in the Creche. When she loves she loves with a intensity that can not be matched. Her heart is bigger than she will let on because her fear of being taken advantage of rises to keep her from showing everyone her warmth. Lucky for her, most the men she likes are the type who would not notice her and she prefers it that way. If they noticed her she would have to talk to them and she would stutter or have to run somewhere really fast to get away. If only she were good at running. Her hands seem to have all the talent leaving none for her flat feet.
Most days she eats very healthy, greens and fruits a small amount of bread and meat and drinking a lot of water. Sometimes she splurges and has a bubbly pie. This is rare because she would prefer not to eat things that caused her to gain weight than actually have to work it off. Work was tiring enough without adding exercise to the list.
Hobbies/Skills: skilled at sewing and weaving, knows the basics of cooking, reading and writing.
Pets: Nope
History:
Some people feel compelled to have children because of the need while others have always wanted a big family filled with the pitter patter of little feet. Havalie’s parents are the second type. Even before she was born they had already begun to foster along with the children they had naturally born. So it was that Hava was born into a large, loving family. While it was always easy to tell who was biologically related to her she did not love her foster siblings any less than those who shared the same mother and father. They all loved her right back. From the get go she was a quiet baby. She rarely cried, slept easily through the night and never seemed to want for anything.
If her parents were too busy caring for other children her older siblings would help take care of her. The down side of course to being in such a large family was that sometimes you went unnoticed. This may have something to do with her personality. The quiet, shy girl was not overly social in the Creche and often worried the nannies though they tried to initiate play between her and other children her age.
She was picked on quite a bit as a young child and became the butt of many jokes. Havalie was all legs and arms with freckles all over. It was no wonder the other children found her to be an easy target. This all stopped when she hit about twelve and thankfully she had not taken most of what was said to heart. They never made her cry because she never had asked their opinion. She had a large loving family who would say the exact opposite.
To her childhood was great. She learned so many things and her adept fingers quickly took on more nimble tasks at home. Sewing came naturally to her, or so it seemed. Havalie was often mending hand me downs for her younger siblings and even some of her older ones. Everyone in the family pitched in with their own talents. It was with her family, Havalie’s outgoing side came out. She could talk anyone’s ear off and was often just as loud as the other children at home.
As she became older she began to pick up Weyr chores and attend lessons. She read out loud to herself at home because she had great difficulty learning to read. It was not easy for her as it seemed to be for others in her family. Havalie applied herself to any task assigned to her including lessons. Hard work could get you almost anything. She soon took up writing and became very good at that as well. Her knowledge of dragons is poor still though she does know the basics that every Weyrbrat knows.
At fifteen she stood for a Hatching and nearly passed out. Her sisters had to bring her home and get her some air. Havalie is not afraid of dragons but she is absolutely motified of large crowds of people watching her. The next turn she could not be convinced to stand though she did promise the next time she would stand with her sister, Vasuin and foster siblings Rianne, Caselo, Atero, Eriquinn. None of them impressed that turn. Although they seem to not care about impressing, it is the secret wish of almost every Weyrbrat to impress a dragon. Havalie is discouraged because no one in her long line of family members has ever impressed a dragon. Perhaps it just wasn’t in their blood.
Havalie was visiting her mother who was braiding her hair and talking with her when the humming from the Sands had begun. She showed up with the other Candidates all dressed in white. Watching she saw a Bronze hatch first, impressing to Ev'os and then Kesstriel impressing a blue. More people impressed to various blues and greens but she could not watch all of them. As she began to doubt her chances she saw a young woman impress a brown which gave her pause. A woman on a brown?
Then the green bespoke her. Havalie and Sarenth were impressed and began their life together as dragon and rider. What would Weyrling Training hold for them?
A lot more than anyone could have guessed. Aliath and Gaelle were kidnapped and murdered which then led to an immediate concern for Iaslia. The situation was dire so the Weyrlings were sent away both temporally and spatially. Havalie and Sarenth grew close with the entire clutch, except one could never be close with Ev'os or Iaslia but they hardly mattered as far as friendships went. Leaders could not be friends with those they ordered about.
Sarenth had her first flight while they were between times. Claralth, being Sarenth's closest friend won and though Havalie felt a bit awkward about the situation later on, at the time it was nice not to have to worry about one of the boys getting too attached. She does still feel more attracted to men outside of flights and has hopes of finding a more stable weyrmate for at least a time. Greens could fly four to six times in one turn and Havalie was not prepared to sleep with four to six different people in one turn.
On returning to the Weyr, the Goldflight got everyone a little confused but she knew what to do. They went and found an empty weyr, settled in and were prepared should they need to be debriefed by whomever was Weyrleader. Fortunately it was Ev'os who already knew what had happened. Beta Wing was the new Wing that was formed by the old Weyrling class. Beta was going to be led by Ev'os which was fine since they all knew his style of leading.
Dragon
Name: Sarenth
Age: 2 (1.5 turns Between)
Color: green
Clutch: 1188 :Gold Aliath by Bronze Xialanth
Appearance:
Sarenth is a good sized green probably around average. Her hide is almost jade in color though more green than blue. She has ivory colored claws and a well proportioned body. The underside of her wings have a pearlescent sheen as do her eyeridges. She seems to be in the best of health for a dragonet.
Personality:
Some people need dragons just like them and some are a bit different. Sarenth is not as timid as her rider although compared to other greens she is much quieter. She does ge pushy when she wants something unlike Havalie. Her persona is a calm and gentle one most of the time. She is not afraid to go for whatever she wants because she has no fear of consequences. Sarenth can not and does not fathom the future and leaves dreaming up to her rider.
History:
The Queen gurgled and her eyes whirled faster. A green and a blue broke out of their shells at the same time. The blue wandered to a sweet natured boy in the back. "His name is Bysanth!" The two headed to the table as another blue tumbled onto the hot sands. He was a bit more haughty than his brother, taking his time to choose his rider. Meanwhile, the green still looked over the candidates, unsure of where her rider was.
A third blue dragonet hatched, rolling around the sands and having fun. He was a silly dragon, and he managed to knocked into his new rider. But the stout boy didn't move an inch. "His name is Perdith." It was a statement of simple fact, but the candidate was still grinning ear to ear.
The green began to pace in front of candidates, growing anxious. A larger shell cracked and bursted, revealing a proud brown dragon the color of cocoa. While the green nervously looked at all the candidates, the brown's gaze fell on only one. Nanyaa. I am Niddalath. The brown approached the girl, and bumped her gently with her head.
The green finally spotted her own. Havalie, it's me, Sarenth. Can we eat now? Please? She started to run to the new weyrling, tripped, got back up, and joined her rider at her side. Nuzzling her hand, the green pushed the girl towards the meat tables.
Weyrling Training is about to begin and the green still cares more about eating than class. Sarenth remembers training in a different place with waves and sand but she doesn't dwell on why they were there. Claralth won her first flight but she has yet to have a second, which seems to be making Havalie happy. Sarenth is ready for drills and becoming recognized as a full fledged dragon.
Wing: Beta Wing
((Dragon text color= 00Cd3f))
