Post by hrsegrl on Dec 7, 2009 22:31:17 GMT -5
Recruitment: Blue...
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Rishka
Rank: Minor Holder's Daughter/ Runaway
Gender: female
Age: 16
Origin: Ponaa Hold
Appearance: (face claim: Sophie Marceau)
The petite girl stands at five foot two and shows no signs of growing beyond that. She has dark hair that is dark brown in the summer from the sun but black the rest of the time. Rishka prefers to keep it up but as a young lady is often forced to wear it down. Whenever her drudge laments about her thick dry hair, Rishka points out she'd like to chop it all off which promptly silences any complaint. Her features are delicate looking from her small round ears to her refined nose. The pink hue in her cheeks is matched by lips that are naturally in a pout.
Beautiful pale skin embodies that of what a lady should appear as. The paler the better. Since her accident with the feline, four claw lines run down the right side of her face. Which she feels makes her less lovely. An admirable quality in someone who wants nothing to do with love or marriage. Somehow the fierceness of the scars enhance her rather than take away from who she is.
Dark eyelashes frame almond shaped hazel eyes with a depth to them beyond what is expected of a 16 turn old. The young girl has a slender figure but is not athletically so. Her hands are thin with long fingers like a harper might have. Her legs in comparison to her torso are a little short which makes fitting her for clothing difficult. In the T&A department she has practically nothing.
Her facial expressions are not something she takes the time to mask all the time. Sometimes it is very clear what she is thinking from a certain look on her face. She is a very expressive young woman and often does not require words to get a point across. Rishka has small feet to match her small size and in the past she often had to share shoes with her younger sisters.
At the hold she wore whatever she was told to wear. These were generally fine gowns of various colors. As a way to be ostentatious she often wears greens to important functions. When she left home the only clothes she brought with her were a pair of men's leggings and a shirt that is much too large for her petite form. The shoes she is wearing are the boots she used to wear at the stables when riding.
Family:
Father: Jarid- 35 middle child and youngest brother to the Lord Holder of Ponaa Hold. He was given a Minor Holding upon his brother's succession. He and his brother are much alike in their opinions and persona. He sees his daughters as his possessions and is very strict in their bringing up.
Mother: Rahzia- 34- daughter of a wealthy merchant, she married well and as such spends most of her time making herself look good and debating suitors for her daughters.
Siblings:
Idrina- 17 - (f) more like their mother every day. The most important things to her are what money can buy her.
Tillu- 14 – (f) childish and whiny, she mostly complains about her life and cares more about looking pretty than improving her mind.
Elene- 12- (f) imaginative and fun but also very spoiled.
Jerezed- 10- (m) Stern and overbearing even as a child. He grows more like his father with every passing day
Ledi- 8- (f) – a sickly child who Rahzia worries over constantly
Osaris- 6- (f) – died this turn of a rare illness she had since childbirth
Kalika- 3 (f) – too young to know much about her other than being a spoiled rotten brat.
Adolis- 1 (m)- just a baby
paternal Uncle: Lord Arasan of Ponaa Hold (58 turns) his wife, Fiena is deceased.
Cousins:
Anonos,m (26 turns)
Foson, m (25 turns)
Aranas, m (23 turns)
Finsan, m (22 turns)
Kasan, m (20 turns)
Alaxis, m (18 turns)
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Personality:
Anything but a dimglow, Rishka excels at critical thinking and manipulation. She is persuasive when she wants to be and at most times a very demanding individual. Her commanding presence is not unnoticed by men although she pays them no heed. The last thing she wants is to be married off. Who would want to become a brood mare to some old and withering rich man for the good of the family? Not her.
Love is something that eludes her. She has never felt it for anyone or anything and no one has felt it for her. In this she can be almost cruel. Some might call her a bitter woman for it, she prefers to think of it as a way of being independent. Rishka would not trade love for her independence or freedom.
She enjoys anything that her mother despises. Often Rishka will swear in front of her just to get a reaction. Whenever she feels like acting out of order she feels like the world has caught her up in it and she will either do something exasperating or burst. She enjoys legends and myths especially about dragons. Although she does know they don't exist she wishes they did. The Weyr would be a splendid place to live from the sound of things.
Despite her sometimes wild behavior, Rishka is also a very charming and convivial sort. She could get along with anyone except probably her parents. She loves to talk about important events more than idle gossip which often results in a rolling of the eyes. True discussions with her tutors often made her feel better rather than worse about the world. Her days at the Hold were filled with tutors and lessons with a little free time prescribed in the afternoon. That free time was spent either reading or riding runners.
Hobbies/Skills: Etiquette, reading, writing, managing Hold provisions etc, runner riding, dancing
Pets: technically she can claim whatever she wants for a pet at the Hold.
History:
Rishka was born in the morning after a short delivery that lasted no more than a couple candlemarks. The second child, born only one turn after her sister, she was a disappointment. Her father's irritation at having two daughters and no sons was easy for all to see. Her mother also would have liked a son but the birth of another daughter was not as complete of a let down to her. Rishka was the smallest full term babe her mother's nurse maids had ever seen. Since the day of her birth there were plans being made for the future. As she grew and her baby blue eyes changed to hazel, she became more obstinate.
Her mother was forever putting her in clothes that were practically made for giants because it was the only thing she had that was stylish. She continued to smother even as she was pregnant with Tillu, the third child and again a daughter. Rishka was as pleased as anyone to have someone else vying for her parent's attentions. After Tillu's birth, she was assigned a personal drudge who took care of her and chaperoned her. How she survived that drudge was a question all to itself. Aedis was a bit pushy and always messing with her thick black hair. If it weren't so dry maybe she could have done something with it, or if Rishka had done what she said and stood still long enough.
As time passed and she grew older and began to understand the people around her. They were shaping her into something that she did not want to be. Hence she became the unwilling daughter.
Rishka was valuable property to her father and that was as far as their relationship went. Her mother was more than happy to have her done up like a doll and her personal drudge was constantly running after her to make her behave as etiquette dictated.
Despite bad behavior, in her studies no student could have shown brighter not even her younger brother who was born when she turned six. While reading and writing were taught to all of her status not all people used their brains to actually solve problems. As a young woman in a high born family she has always been restricted in what she is allowed to do.
Typically at home her morning would start with an early wake up then getting dolled up appropriately for breakfast with her mother and sisters and after she would have lessons with her mother about running a hold. Tallying this and that was boring but necessary. After about two candlemarks of that, she had a fifteen minute break before it was time to do some stitching. Not the sewing that lower born women participated in, this was merely decorative. It was not something she did well at and usually bled all over whatever it was she was working on.
After the torture of trying to be the perfect lady, Rishka had a short lunch with her sisters. Typically she chose her afternoon activities so long as they were approved and appropriate. Rishka felt confined most of the day so for her “free” time she often went to the runner stable and rode whichever of the “allowed” runners that she chose. Almost all of those deemed acceptable for her to ride were geldings, although a couple of the older more placid mares were also available.
If her ride went longer than two candlemarks she was punished with a month without privileges. After her ride she had instruction from the family Harper who did exactly as her father told him, most of the time. Every so often, manipulative little Rishka could get him to talk of ballads that were strictly forbidden for her to hear. These stories were the most fascinating because they were legends. After days where she managed to get him to talk about what she wanted she dreamed only of dragons. What they looked like in her imagination was probably different than what they actually did. In deepest parts of her she felt the loss of dragons was one of the saddest and worst things that could have happened to them. Her father could easily have her killed for any such heresy, so thoughts of that nature were never said allowed. Dragons were not a permitted topic at all.
Rishka is becoming a young woman and discovering her own interests. Right now she feels if she has to live the life of a Lady she will die. Her very life suffocates her. Little does she understand that the real world is far less well off. If she had to spend a day as a holdless or a fisher or something that involved real work for no pay perhaps she would see it differently. Longing for something different than the life presented her, she began to dream of escape.
Soon dreaming was not enough. Her sister, now betrothed to some other Minor Holder of some standing, was done being auctioned off and her mother had her sights set on finding someone for Rishka. They found him in the form of some distant cousin, whom was fifteen turns her senior and already had two children. That night she had to find a way to get out. She would not be someone's wife just to look pretty and bear children. The thought of it drove her to that side of her that was wild and a little scary.
That morning she acted her normal self. She did the normal routine, had her activity for the afternoon approved and she thanked the stars that the weather remained nice though clouds were beginning to threaten the skies. She packed the night before some food from the kitchens, she had paid off a little drudge child to bring her extras from the kitchen. Only dried foods of course. Her brothers leggings and shirt were already humongous on her but she had to put them on, over top of them she put on her riding outfit. Her boots were snug at least. When she reached the stables she was still on time.
The runners permitted her were too lazy or too old to make a long journey or be of any use. So instead she took one of the younger stallions and would probably regret it. He was feeling her mood and she was in fine spirits. As soon as she was in the saddle they were out.
However far she galloped her father's men were not far behind. They hunted her like some valuable item that was stolen. Nothing was done out of love. Of course not, she was property to be sold to the highest bidder. No one considered what she may want and who cared? In this world one either fought for what they wanted or went with the flow of things. She was not going to be some mediocre minor holders wife. Rishka would make a place for herself in the world.
At sixteen and only just leaving a very wealthy and strict household, how was she to know the true dangers of the world. Days of traveling left her alone in the southern jungle. She had shed her ladies wear days ago and traveled only in leggings and a large shirt. Suddenly and for what seemed to be no reason the runner bolted, throwing the unsuspecting Rishka on the ground. She tumbled almost headlong into the large beast that approached.
How could she get away? The thought was just entering her already jumbled mind when the animal attacked her first, swiping her across the chest then across the face. Rishka screamed and then kicked at the animal. She tried backing away but it started to come at her again. Something did scare it away then but all she saw was a shadow. A deep sigh escaped her as slowly things began to look fuzzy and then everything went black.
Upon being brought to the infirmary at Ponaa Weyr, Rishka had a hard time believing that the Weyr existed and that dragons were real, in this time. She soon realized that it was true. As she recovered she befriended many people including Z'skel. The Bronzerider found some of the Records she came across interesting. Their research has sparked a dangerous and difficult plan. A plan that is soon to be revealed to the new Weyrleaders.
Color Preference: Gold/None
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
Character
Name: Rishka
Rank: Minor Holder's Daughter/ Runaway
Gender: female
Age: 16
Origin: Ponaa Hold
Appearance: (face claim: Sophie Marceau)
The petite girl stands at five foot two and shows no signs of growing beyond that. She has dark hair that is dark brown in the summer from the sun but black the rest of the time. Rishka prefers to keep it up but as a young lady is often forced to wear it down. Whenever her drudge laments about her thick dry hair, Rishka points out she'd like to chop it all off which promptly silences any complaint. Her features are delicate looking from her small round ears to her refined nose. The pink hue in her cheeks is matched by lips that are naturally in a pout.
Beautiful pale skin embodies that of what a lady should appear as. The paler the better. Since her accident with the feline, four claw lines run down the right side of her face. Which she feels makes her less lovely. An admirable quality in someone who wants nothing to do with love or marriage. Somehow the fierceness of the scars enhance her rather than take away from who she is.
Dark eyelashes frame almond shaped hazel eyes with a depth to them beyond what is expected of a 16 turn old. The young girl has a slender figure but is not athletically so. Her hands are thin with long fingers like a harper might have. Her legs in comparison to her torso are a little short which makes fitting her for clothing difficult. In the T&A department she has practically nothing.
Her facial expressions are not something she takes the time to mask all the time. Sometimes it is very clear what she is thinking from a certain look on her face. She is a very expressive young woman and often does not require words to get a point across. Rishka has small feet to match her small size and in the past she often had to share shoes with her younger sisters.
At the hold she wore whatever she was told to wear. These were generally fine gowns of various colors. As a way to be ostentatious she often wears greens to important functions. When she left home the only clothes she brought with her were a pair of men's leggings and a shirt that is much too large for her petite form. The shoes she is wearing are the boots she used to wear at the stables when riding.
Family:
Father: Jarid- 35 middle child and youngest brother to the Lord Holder of Ponaa Hold. He was given a Minor Holding upon his brother's succession. He and his brother are much alike in their opinions and persona. He sees his daughters as his possessions and is very strict in their bringing up.
Mother: Rahzia- 34- daughter of a wealthy merchant, she married well and as such spends most of her time making herself look good and debating suitors for her daughters.
Siblings:
Idrina- 17 - (f) more like their mother every day. The most important things to her are what money can buy her.
Tillu- 14 – (f) childish and whiny, she mostly complains about her life and cares more about looking pretty than improving her mind.
Elene- 12- (f) imaginative and fun but also very spoiled.
Jerezed- 10- (m) Stern and overbearing even as a child. He grows more like his father with every passing day
Ledi- 8- (f) – a sickly child who Rahzia worries over constantly
Osaris- 6- (f) – died this turn of a rare illness she had since childbirth
Kalika- 3 (f) – too young to know much about her other than being a spoiled rotten brat.
Adolis- 1 (m)- just a baby
paternal Uncle: Lord Arasan of Ponaa Hold (58 turns) his wife, Fiena is deceased.
Cousins:
Anonos,m (26 turns)
Foson, m (25 turns)
Aranas, m (23 turns)
Finsan, m (22 turns)
Kasan, m (20 turns)
Alaxis, m (18 turns)
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Personality:
Anything but a dimglow, Rishka excels at critical thinking and manipulation. She is persuasive when she wants to be and at most times a very demanding individual. Her commanding presence is not unnoticed by men although she pays them no heed. The last thing she wants is to be married off. Who would want to become a brood mare to some old and withering rich man for the good of the family? Not her.
Love is something that eludes her. She has never felt it for anyone or anything and no one has felt it for her. In this she can be almost cruel. Some might call her a bitter woman for it, she prefers to think of it as a way of being independent. Rishka would not trade love for her independence or freedom.
She enjoys anything that her mother despises. Often Rishka will swear in front of her just to get a reaction. Whenever she feels like acting out of order she feels like the world has caught her up in it and she will either do something exasperating or burst. She enjoys legends and myths especially about dragons. Although she does know they don't exist she wishes they did. The Weyr would be a splendid place to live from the sound of things.
Despite her sometimes wild behavior, Rishka is also a very charming and convivial sort. She could get along with anyone except probably her parents. She loves to talk about important events more than idle gossip which often results in a rolling of the eyes. True discussions with her tutors often made her feel better rather than worse about the world. Her days at the Hold were filled with tutors and lessons with a little free time prescribed in the afternoon. That free time was spent either reading or riding runners.
Hobbies/Skills: Etiquette, reading, writing, managing Hold provisions etc, runner riding, dancing
Pets: technically she can claim whatever she wants for a pet at the Hold.
History:
Rishka was born in the morning after a short delivery that lasted no more than a couple candlemarks. The second child, born only one turn after her sister, she was a disappointment. Her father's irritation at having two daughters and no sons was easy for all to see. Her mother also would have liked a son but the birth of another daughter was not as complete of a let down to her. Rishka was the smallest full term babe her mother's nurse maids had ever seen. Since the day of her birth there were plans being made for the future. As she grew and her baby blue eyes changed to hazel, she became more obstinate.
Her mother was forever putting her in clothes that were practically made for giants because it was the only thing she had that was stylish. She continued to smother even as she was pregnant with Tillu, the third child and again a daughter. Rishka was as pleased as anyone to have someone else vying for her parent's attentions. After Tillu's birth, she was assigned a personal drudge who took care of her and chaperoned her. How she survived that drudge was a question all to itself. Aedis was a bit pushy and always messing with her thick black hair. If it weren't so dry maybe she could have done something with it, or if Rishka had done what she said and stood still long enough.
As time passed and she grew older and began to understand the people around her. They were shaping her into something that she did not want to be. Hence she became the unwilling daughter.
Rishka was valuable property to her father and that was as far as their relationship went. Her mother was more than happy to have her done up like a doll and her personal drudge was constantly running after her to make her behave as etiquette dictated.
Despite bad behavior, in her studies no student could have shown brighter not even her younger brother who was born when she turned six. While reading and writing were taught to all of her status not all people used their brains to actually solve problems. As a young woman in a high born family she has always been restricted in what she is allowed to do.
Typically at home her morning would start with an early wake up then getting dolled up appropriately for breakfast with her mother and sisters and after she would have lessons with her mother about running a hold. Tallying this and that was boring but necessary. After about two candlemarks of that, she had a fifteen minute break before it was time to do some stitching. Not the sewing that lower born women participated in, this was merely decorative. It was not something she did well at and usually bled all over whatever it was she was working on.
After the torture of trying to be the perfect lady, Rishka had a short lunch with her sisters. Typically she chose her afternoon activities so long as they were approved and appropriate. Rishka felt confined most of the day so for her “free” time she often went to the runner stable and rode whichever of the “allowed” runners that she chose. Almost all of those deemed acceptable for her to ride were geldings, although a couple of the older more placid mares were also available.
If her ride went longer than two candlemarks she was punished with a month without privileges. After her ride she had instruction from the family Harper who did exactly as her father told him, most of the time. Every so often, manipulative little Rishka could get him to talk of ballads that were strictly forbidden for her to hear. These stories were the most fascinating because they were legends. After days where she managed to get him to talk about what she wanted she dreamed only of dragons. What they looked like in her imagination was probably different than what they actually did. In deepest parts of her she felt the loss of dragons was one of the saddest and worst things that could have happened to them. Her father could easily have her killed for any such heresy, so thoughts of that nature were never said allowed. Dragons were not a permitted topic at all.
Rishka is becoming a young woman and discovering her own interests. Right now she feels if she has to live the life of a Lady she will die. Her very life suffocates her. Little does she understand that the real world is far less well off. If she had to spend a day as a holdless or a fisher or something that involved real work for no pay perhaps she would see it differently. Longing for something different than the life presented her, she began to dream of escape.
Soon dreaming was not enough. Her sister, now betrothed to some other Minor Holder of some standing, was done being auctioned off and her mother had her sights set on finding someone for Rishka. They found him in the form of some distant cousin, whom was fifteen turns her senior and already had two children. That night she had to find a way to get out. She would not be someone's wife just to look pretty and bear children. The thought of it drove her to that side of her that was wild and a little scary.
That morning she acted her normal self. She did the normal routine, had her activity for the afternoon approved and she thanked the stars that the weather remained nice though clouds were beginning to threaten the skies. She packed the night before some food from the kitchens, she had paid off a little drudge child to bring her extras from the kitchen. Only dried foods of course. Her brothers leggings and shirt were already humongous on her but she had to put them on, over top of them she put on her riding outfit. Her boots were snug at least. When she reached the stables she was still on time.
The runners permitted her were too lazy or too old to make a long journey or be of any use. So instead she took one of the younger stallions and would probably regret it. He was feeling her mood and she was in fine spirits. As soon as she was in the saddle they were out.
However far she galloped her father's men were not far behind. They hunted her like some valuable item that was stolen. Nothing was done out of love. Of course not, she was property to be sold to the highest bidder. No one considered what she may want and who cared? In this world one either fought for what they wanted or went with the flow of things. She was not going to be some mediocre minor holders wife. Rishka would make a place for herself in the world.
At sixteen and only just leaving a very wealthy and strict household, how was she to know the true dangers of the world. Days of traveling left her alone in the southern jungle. She had shed her ladies wear days ago and traveled only in leggings and a large shirt. Suddenly and for what seemed to be no reason the runner bolted, throwing the unsuspecting Rishka on the ground. She tumbled almost headlong into the large beast that approached.
How could she get away? The thought was just entering her already jumbled mind when the animal attacked her first, swiping her across the chest then across the face. Rishka screamed and then kicked at the animal. She tried backing away but it started to come at her again. Something did scare it away then but all she saw was a shadow. A deep sigh escaped her as slowly things began to look fuzzy and then everything went black.
Upon being brought to the infirmary at Ponaa Weyr, Rishka had a hard time believing that the Weyr existed and that dragons were real, in this time. She soon realized that it was true. As she recovered she befriended many people including Z'skel. The Bronzerider found some of the Records she came across interesting. Their research has sparked a dangerous and difficult plan. A plan that is soon to be revealed to the new Weyrleaders.
Color Preference: Gold/None
