Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 20, 2009 0:33:07 GMT -5
Recruitment: I own the board?
Email: sterlingdragonfly@gmail.com
Character[/b]
Name: Estess
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Smoldering is really the only way to truly describe the Greenrider, she is an ember that refuses to go out. Weyr populations tend towards height and full figures But Estess is the exact opposite. Even on her tip toes she does not stand any higher than 5ft even. Slim to the point of boyishness, she lacks the fullness of hip and breast that most women her age display.
Dark brown hair is long despite having to care for it, riding helmets be damned. Her eyes, like the rest of her seem to burn. Chocolate brown and intense, her gaze tends to unsettle many when she looks their way. Her lips are full and expressive and Estess will often say they are her best feature.
Finding her in a dress is almost an impossibility, she shirks them at all possible events. The extent of her usual wardrobe is a simple shirt and long pants. Although more often than not, her clothes are short enough to even border on Weyr standards. Slim and short, she often passes herself off as a boy and unless one looks closely at her face the cover is generally convincing.
Family:
Grandmothers:
Esisara (83 turns) Creche Mother
Misa (deceased) Headwoman
Grandfathers:
T'gran (deceased) rider of Blue Lasiarth
Orlen (deceased) Weyr Smith
Mother:
Baeth (56) Weyr Cook
Father:
Toren (60) Journeyman Weyr Smith
Brothers:
Tanan (30) Apprentice Weyr Smith
Bern (28) Weyr Guard
Bessan (27) Weyr Farmer
Orfaen (24) Drudge
Tillbren (22) Drudge
Sexual Orientation: Yes?
Personality:
Estess is a handful, putting it mildly. Sharp of tongue and of wit, her comments are known to flay opponents to the bone. More often than not her humor is dark and many find her to be unsettling conversation. Some people view the world through rose colored glasses, but Estess sees through tinted ones.
Everyone she meets is quickly judged and filed into place in her mind and takes a bit of work to convince her otherwise. A lover of dark pleasures and rough sport, she takes a delight in wrapping large men around her finger. Women do just as well, really she will take anything that comes at her.
A lover of challenges, she is not one to give up a fight of any sort despite any disadvantages in size or weight. One to hold a grudge, Estess will not forget a slight. But a short memory and a tendency towards easy distraction tend to create a short fuse in the Greenrider. She gets mad quickly, but tends to forget the reason just as quickly.
Being the only daughter and the youngest of six children instilled in her a need to hold her own and she can be competitive to the point of danger. If there is a cliff, she will be the first to dare anyone to see how far they can lean over it. Of course, shes probably the first that would push someone else over the edge.
One of her favorite sayings is: ''I'll play the hand I'm delt and then a cheat.' Not one to roll over or accept anything, she will fight to the bitter end for a cause she believes in and she can be often caught sabotaging the competition.
Hobbies/Skills: Helping in forge, she likes fire. Running, Estess can often be found creating foot races around the Weyr. And of course, cheating at any game she can get herself invited in to.
Pets: None
History:
Growing up the youngest of six children would have been a trial enough in itself, but Estess grew up with five oulder brothers. A lively family tended to grow livelier because her grandmother often fostered other weyrbrats. And their series of caves that was the family's home was always a rush of noise and activity.
It was a lucky thing Estess was tough and had a great deal of energy, for trying to keep up with her brothers was a full time occupation. But instead of picking on the only girl in their little tribe, they tended to support her. Of course, Es got into more fights than the rest combined.
When she was old enough, Estess stood in the Hatching Ground with the chance to Impress and on her first shot she did. Zhatiah found her quickly and the pair became even more inseparable than many. There was a moment that one could find dragon without rider.
Weyrling training was spotty at best, not because of a lack of tallent. It was more a lack of attention span, or a knack for missing lessons. Zhatiah reached her full growth more quickly than the others due to size and took endless delight in torturing her fellow classmates.
Since they have graduated the pair have not slowed down or mellowed and they are a constant trial to their Wingleader and wingmates. It is when Zha is proddy that they are to be feared the most. But aloft and in practice, they stay in line as well as anyone else. Thread is the one thing the pair will not mess with.
Dragon
Name: Zhatiath
Age: 6
Color: Green
Clutch: 1180: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: Zhatiath is easily one of the smallest dragons in the Weyr. Like her rider, a small frame holds a seemingly amount of boundless energy. She only reaches a bare twenty six feet in length, which really puts her on the small end of the dragon spectrum. Her wingspan is just around thirty five feet if she stretches them out, which the little green often does. She has been known to puff out her chest to make herself look larger.
Her hide is a dark emerald green, and when she is well oiled, the little dragon seems to nearly sparkle. Her limbs are long and delicate and there is no mistaking Zha's femininity. The green has a remarkable agility, and can turn on a wingtip any time.
Personality: A fan of close flying, Zha is as known for nearly clipping her wings as Estess is of cheating. As volatile as her rider, she tends to shift moods at an alarming rate. When she rises, she is know for making maneuvers that only the most talented of blues can keep up with.
An endless flirt, she would likely take up a conversation with a rock if she found it amusing enough and in all things she is like her rider. The two meld well enough that their mind voices even sound alike.
History:
The eggs were rocking and hatching, all around children were either getting maimed by awkward hatchlings or actually Impressing. Although, there was a great deal more of the former going on than the latter. Estess stood with arms crossed shifting from foot to foot as she looked around.
This whole affair was really kind of boring and she wasn't infected with the same dragon craze everyone else in the Weyr seemed to be. Not that she was opposed to the idea, its just... they were soooo much work.
It came down to the last couple of eggs and Es couldn't help but admire the dark green that came out of one of the eggs. The little thing was much smaller than most of them, but she lacked a great deal of the awkward demeanor. The little thing stumbled forward and as she got close to Estess, tripped. Es rushed to support the green and their eyes locked.
Estess, we will have more time for fun now. I am Zhatiath.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
Email: sterlingdragonfly@gmail.com
Character[/b]
Name: Estess
Rank: Wingrider
Gender: female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Smoldering is really the only way to truly describe the Greenrider, she is an ember that refuses to go out. Weyr populations tend towards height and full figures But Estess is the exact opposite. Even on her tip toes she does not stand any higher than 5ft even. Slim to the point of boyishness, she lacks the fullness of hip and breast that most women her age display.
Dark brown hair is long despite having to care for it, riding helmets be damned. Her eyes, like the rest of her seem to burn. Chocolate brown and intense, her gaze tends to unsettle many when she looks their way. Her lips are full and expressive and Estess will often say they are her best feature.
Finding her in a dress is almost an impossibility, she shirks them at all possible events. The extent of her usual wardrobe is a simple shirt and long pants. Although more often than not, her clothes are short enough to even border on Weyr standards. Slim and short, she often passes herself off as a boy and unless one looks closely at her face the cover is generally convincing.
Family:
Grandmothers:
Esisara (83 turns) Creche Mother
Misa (deceased) Headwoman
Grandfathers:
T'gran (deceased) rider of Blue Lasiarth
Orlen (deceased) Weyr Smith
Mother:
Baeth (56) Weyr Cook
Father:
Toren (60) Journeyman Weyr Smith
Brothers:
Tanan (30) Apprentice Weyr Smith
Bern (28) Weyr Guard
Bessan (27) Weyr Farmer
Orfaen (24) Drudge
Tillbren (22) Drudge
Sexual Orientation: Yes?
Personality:
Estess is a handful, putting it mildly. Sharp of tongue and of wit, her comments are known to flay opponents to the bone. More often than not her humor is dark and many find her to be unsettling conversation. Some people view the world through rose colored glasses, but Estess sees through tinted ones.
Everyone she meets is quickly judged and filed into place in her mind and takes a bit of work to convince her otherwise. A lover of dark pleasures and rough sport, she takes a delight in wrapping large men around her finger. Women do just as well, really she will take anything that comes at her.
A lover of challenges, she is not one to give up a fight of any sort despite any disadvantages in size or weight. One to hold a grudge, Estess will not forget a slight. But a short memory and a tendency towards easy distraction tend to create a short fuse in the Greenrider. She gets mad quickly, but tends to forget the reason just as quickly.
Being the only daughter and the youngest of six children instilled in her a need to hold her own and she can be competitive to the point of danger. If there is a cliff, she will be the first to dare anyone to see how far they can lean over it. Of course, shes probably the first that would push someone else over the edge.
One of her favorite sayings is: ''I'll play the hand I'm delt and then a cheat.' Not one to roll over or accept anything, she will fight to the bitter end for a cause she believes in and she can be often caught sabotaging the competition.
Hobbies/Skills: Helping in forge, she likes fire. Running, Estess can often be found creating foot races around the Weyr. And of course, cheating at any game she can get herself invited in to.
Pets: None
History:
Growing up the youngest of six children would have been a trial enough in itself, but Estess grew up with five oulder brothers. A lively family tended to grow livelier because her grandmother often fostered other weyrbrats. And their series of caves that was the family's home was always a rush of noise and activity.
It was a lucky thing Estess was tough and had a great deal of energy, for trying to keep up with her brothers was a full time occupation. But instead of picking on the only girl in their little tribe, they tended to support her. Of course, Es got into more fights than the rest combined.
When she was old enough, Estess stood in the Hatching Ground with the chance to Impress and on her first shot she did. Zhatiah found her quickly and the pair became even more inseparable than many. There was a moment that one could find dragon without rider.
Weyrling training was spotty at best, not because of a lack of tallent. It was more a lack of attention span, or a knack for missing lessons. Zhatiah reached her full growth more quickly than the others due to size and took endless delight in torturing her fellow classmates.
Since they have graduated the pair have not slowed down or mellowed and they are a constant trial to their Wingleader and wingmates. It is when Zha is proddy that they are to be feared the most. But aloft and in practice, they stay in line as well as anyone else. Thread is the one thing the pair will not mess with.
Dragon
Name: Zhatiath
Age: 6
Color: Green
Clutch: 1180: Gold Arizith/ Bronze Birath
Appearance: Zhatiath is easily one of the smallest dragons in the Weyr. Like her rider, a small frame holds a seemingly amount of boundless energy. She only reaches a bare twenty six feet in length, which really puts her on the small end of the dragon spectrum. Her wingspan is just around thirty five feet if she stretches them out, which the little green often does. She has been known to puff out her chest to make herself look larger.
Her hide is a dark emerald green, and when she is well oiled, the little dragon seems to nearly sparkle. Her limbs are long and delicate and there is no mistaking Zha's femininity. The green has a remarkable agility, and can turn on a wingtip any time.
Personality: A fan of close flying, Zha is as known for nearly clipping her wings as Estess is of cheating. As volatile as her rider, she tends to shift moods at an alarming rate. When she rises, she is know for making maneuvers that only the most talented of blues can keep up with.
An endless flirt, she would likely take up a conversation with a rock if she found it amusing enough and in all things she is like her rider. The two meld well enough that their mind voices even sound alike.
History:
The eggs were rocking and hatching, all around children were either getting maimed by awkward hatchlings or actually Impressing. Although, there was a great deal more of the former going on than the latter. Estess stood with arms crossed shifting from foot to foot as she looked around.
This whole affair was really kind of boring and she wasn't infected with the same dragon craze everyone else in the Weyr seemed to be. Not that she was opposed to the idea, its just... they were soooo much work.
It came down to the last couple of eggs and Es couldn't help but admire the dark green that came out of one of the eggs. The little thing was much smaller than most of them, but she lacked a great deal of the awkward demeanor. The little thing stumbled forward and as she got close to Estess, tripped. Es rushed to support the green and their eyes locked.
Estess, we will have more time for fun now. I am Zhatiath.
Wing Flown With: Alpha
