Post by Astarte on Mar 14, 2010 23:14:07 GMT -5
Character[/b]
Name: Kishel
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrharper
Mutated?: Yes. She is extremely sensitive to air currents and the way air moves in places; she can navigate a crowded room blindfolded and can tell when someone enters a room and where that someone is standing. She’s also quite good at weather-predicting. This is simply a heightening of senses that already existed, and Kishel still passes it off as her original talent.
Location: Skysong Weyr
Appearance: Kishel’s a bit of an oddity on Pern. With skin that’s best described as ‘creamy pale’ and striking dark grey eyes, she’s definitely not a native of the Southern Continent—and she burns intensely in the sunlight for the first few sevendays of summer, after which she freckles copiously and then burns on everything that isn’t freckles. Her hair, naturally curly, is on the red side of auburn, almost mahogany. She keeps it fairly short, never longer than chin length.
She’s quite tall, around five feet nine inches, with very modest curves but long, muscular limbs. She once had the body of a dancer, but a change in activity has broken that litheness. Though she has allowed herself to put on weight, she’s not sedentary enough to get fat. She wears light colours, favours wide-brimmed hats, and has a smile that is charming but little else. Kishel isn’t beautiful, never was, and never will be. But she does have a certain agelessness about her: it’s impossible to tell if she’s twenty or forty, and she’ll likely look the same for turns to come.
Personality: Kishel seems pleasant enough: eager to make small talk, generally polite, and usually quite nice to be around. She’s interested in everyone and one of those people who prefers to know a little about a lot of things than to know a great deal about only a few. As the Weyrharper, keeping in tune with the knowledge and rumours of the people is what she does best, and she’ll listen to anyone—everything everyone says gets to her ears eventually, so it’s often easiest to just pick it up directly from the source. She has an excellent memory and seems to know everyone’s name, and if she forgets, she’s clever enough to avoid admitting it. There’s something about Kishel that always seems closed-off, though, like the smiling, pleasant woman is only the top layer and something else lies beneath the surface.
It is true, in many ways. Kishel isn’t a bad person by any means, but she is a thinker. Not in the same way that her Weyrleader is; he’s got the calculating head of a scientist, whereas Kishel has the sensitive mind (and heart) of a philosopher. The great questions in life are hers, and as Weyrharper she has plenty of information to mull over. The past of the Weyrs—and the present and future of this new one—are in her hands now, and it’s up to her to chronicle and analyze it…and maybe even shape it, if she can. Kishel doesn’t like to see things go awry, and she has learned how to manipulate people over the years. She is extremely canny, has a nearly-unnatural ability to sneak around, and is gifted with a silver tongue—she can talk her way into and out of just about any situation. Hence her promotion to Skysong Weyrharper. Over thirty now—though she often refuses to admit it—she is entering the phase of life where being jaded is just another part of the puzzle.
She worries a surprising amount, for someone who seems so happy on the outside. The well-being of the Weyr is important to her, and there’s just something about the entire situation that throws her. Maybe it’s that she’s so much older than both the Weyrleaders—it’s not that she mistrusts young people, it’s just that she was a barely-graduated Weyrling once and remembers the kinds of decisions she made then—and everyone else at the Weyr that she is strangely hesitant to take order or offer advice. Her advice tends to be given sparingly, and after a great deal of contemplation. She hates being wrong or giving bad advice, so she has a bad habit of obsessing over the things she says.
It’s almost surprising that Kishel is at Skysong Weyr, because there seems to be something of the traditionalist about her. She is pleasant to everyone, but there’s a certain degree of stiff formality about her that never quite seems to disappear. She seems to still be getting used to the new colours, and many of the views she holds are similar to the original ideals of Fort Weyr—and all the weyrs that came before it. But she has accepted the mutated rider and dragon pairs (or she wouldn’t have come to Skysong, after all), and honors her Weyrleaders. She’s just…a little bit quiet about it.
History: Kishel’s early childhood was difficult for her. Her mother Annaki was a kitchen woman, her father Sharrel an ex-dragonrider who had fled Fort Weyr when he lost his lifemate and taken solace in High Reaches Hold. The two had met under slightly unfortunate circumstances, but quickly fallen in love, and before long they were handfastened and Annaki was pregnant. But unknown to both of them, things would quickly turn sour. After a difficult pregnancy, Annaki went into labour nearly a full month early, and bled out upon finally birthing the child. She died within two days, leaving Sharrel once again alone, this time with a child who reminded him only of his beloved’s death. He couldn’t take it, and sent the girl to foster with a friend of his wife’s, before throwing himself from the ramparts. He could not have survived any longer.
Kishel grew up with no knowledge of her real parents; nobody bothered to tell her and she was unconcerned. The woman who raised her was a Harper only briefly stationed at High Reaches, and before long, she returned to Harper Hall, taking Kishel with her. The girl, only six turns old then, was fascinated by the world, and as soon as she was old enough to be educated, she took classes. She was formally apprenticed at nine, and had decided the direction she wanted to take her education by thirteen. Her aptitude earned the attention of the Harpercraft Master in charge of drumming, and he took the girl under his wing for training. Trained as a dancer and drummer, Kishel had wanted to become a messenger for the Holds and Halls, but it wasn’t to happen.
She walked the tables and turned Journeyman at seventeen, at which point her master’s gentle guardianship became something more forward, and Kishel balked. Afraid of the man’s sudden advances, she quarreled strongly with him, which brought the wrath of the Craftmaster. Furious, the man decided that he would no longer tolerate the girl in the Hall and formulated a story of her seduction of several apprentices, getting her ejected from the hall. With nowhere to go, Kishel spent a brief time Holdless, but she made her way to Fort Weyr, where nobody knew her and a dragonrider told her she might be fit to Stand for the clutch hardening on the Sands.
When she was eighteen, she Stood for the first and last time. The hatching wasn’t a particularly rough one, but the presence of the enormous Queen coupled with an early mauling left holdbred Kishel frightened for her life in the presence of the eggs and dragons. Indeed, when she spied something barreling toward her, she had a brief moment where she honestly thought it would be the death of her.
Luckily, the dragon that strode up to her didn’t bring death. Just a bad attitude. He knocked her down, winded her, and then sat on her stomach. When Kenne opened her eyes and managed to catch her breath, she found herself looking up the muzzle of a small, sleek Blue, who snorted in her face before saying simply, Hmph. You’ll do for Reyenth.
And just like that, she and the pale, bitter dragonet became lifemates. Kishel had the patience and love needed to balance Reyenth’s aggravated harping, and Reyenth supplied the girl with the additional strength and seriousness she needed to keep up in a world of larger, stronger, male riders. As they grew, it soon became apparent that Reyenth was ill-suited to any maneuvers but those for greens. He most certainly didn’t have the stamina, and as that became more and more important to the training, the pair cast about for somewhere else they could be useful, Reyenth to save his pride, Kishel out of a desire to do everything she could.
Her talent with harping and her skill at reading the message-drums brought her to the attention of the Weyrleaders, and she was set to training under the current Weyrharper. Kishel learned quickly, and became Assistant Weyrharper by the time she was twenty-four. For five years, she flew in Wing practices and worked with the Weyrharper, doing little else. But then the skies changed and things began to happen. Thread began to fall again, and Acid, and Kishel took to the sky with her Wing. She was blooded in first Fall, and exposed to acid early on in its fall, though she barely sickened and nobody seemed to notice any changes in her. She was just lucky, they supposed.
She had always admired Junior Weyrwoman Valoryn and her golden Amaranth, and when it came time for the senior Weyrwoman to retire and Valoryn took her place, Kishel was one of her strongest supporters. And then, when the clutch hatched, Kishel found herself torn. The dragons were new, and strange, but they were not horrific, and then Valoryn sent Amaranth’s children away and Kishel, along with a few other Fort riders, accompanied them. As the only rider with Weyrharper training, upon her arrival at Skysong she was promoted to the position.
Anything else you want to add: While she is the traitor at Skysong Weyr, this is not open to all and sundry to know. People can have their suspicions, but there will be no outing her unless both the admin and I have okayed it. If you want plot RP with her, PM me.
Impressed[/b]
Dragon Name: (must end in –th) Reyenth
Dragon Color: Blue
Brief Personality: Reyenth is not a friendly dragon. Sharp and acerbic, he is quick to take offense and rather snappish with people in general. Around dragons alone and anyone too young or too old to possibly be of interest to his rider, he is fine if a bit curt, but Faranth help those who think they can get to His (or Reyenth) without Reyenth’s permission. Things that take his rider’s attention away from him are rivals. He has very little patience for humans.
He is proud, haughty, and extremely vain about his appearance and agility—and he doesn’t much like listening to others unless they are of the right colour. In that respect, Reyenth is extremely old-fashioned. Browns, bronzes, and Queens are to be listened to, browns only if they are of Wingsecond rank or above. Mistrustful of change, he has been slow to accept the mutant colours, but he grudgingly respects Silvers, Citrines, and Amethysts, though he often butts heads with Crimsons. His and Queens are the only beings who can completely earn Reyenth’s obedience, but as long as his rider is around to enforce orders, he will not make overt trouble.
Anything else you want to add: Reyenth is tiny. The size of a small green at 23 feet, he’s extremely maneuverable and ridiculously fast, though not comparable to his new mutated kindred. But he has little to no stamina, and does not last an entire threadfall. His hide, conveniently enough, is Harper blue, with lighter stripes on his face, neck, and tail. His memory is extremely acute for a dragon, and he, like his rider, almost never forgets a person (or dragon’s) name and face.
Firelizard Name: Bell
Firelizard Color: Gold
Anything else you want to add: She has a strangely deep, melodious voice, like large bells, and is known to sing along with Kishel when she starts going. Her hide is very pale, almost white, with a vibrant gold stripe running from the tip of her nose down her back to the end of her tail, and gold “points” to her like a Siamese cat.
Firelizard Name: Archer
Firelizard Color: Brown
Anything else you want to add: He’s not quite as clever as Bell, but he makes up for it by being fiercely protective of his mistress and her other companions. He is often used as a messenger, though his tendency to bite people makes him the sort that others are wary of.
Name: Kishel
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrharper
Mutated?: Yes. She is extremely sensitive to air currents and the way air moves in places; she can navigate a crowded room blindfolded and can tell when someone enters a room and where that someone is standing. She’s also quite good at weather-predicting. This is simply a heightening of senses that already existed, and Kishel still passes it off as her original talent.
Location: Skysong Weyr
Appearance: Kishel’s a bit of an oddity on Pern. With skin that’s best described as ‘creamy pale’ and striking dark grey eyes, she’s definitely not a native of the Southern Continent—and she burns intensely in the sunlight for the first few sevendays of summer, after which she freckles copiously and then burns on everything that isn’t freckles. Her hair, naturally curly, is on the red side of auburn, almost mahogany. She keeps it fairly short, never longer than chin length.
She’s quite tall, around five feet nine inches, with very modest curves but long, muscular limbs. She once had the body of a dancer, but a change in activity has broken that litheness. Though she has allowed herself to put on weight, she’s not sedentary enough to get fat. She wears light colours, favours wide-brimmed hats, and has a smile that is charming but little else. Kishel isn’t beautiful, never was, and never will be. But she does have a certain agelessness about her: it’s impossible to tell if she’s twenty or forty, and she’ll likely look the same for turns to come.
Personality: Kishel seems pleasant enough: eager to make small talk, generally polite, and usually quite nice to be around. She’s interested in everyone and one of those people who prefers to know a little about a lot of things than to know a great deal about only a few. As the Weyrharper, keeping in tune with the knowledge and rumours of the people is what she does best, and she’ll listen to anyone—everything everyone says gets to her ears eventually, so it’s often easiest to just pick it up directly from the source. She has an excellent memory and seems to know everyone’s name, and if she forgets, she’s clever enough to avoid admitting it. There’s something about Kishel that always seems closed-off, though, like the smiling, pleasant woman is only the top layer and something else lies beneath the surface.
It is true, in many ways. Kishel isn’t a bad person by any means, but she is a thinker. Not in the same way that her Weyrleader is; he’s got the calculating head of a scientist, whereas Kishel has the sensitive mind (and heart) of a philosopher. The great questions in life are hers, and as Weyrharper she has plenty of information to mull over. The past of the Weyrs—and the present and future of this new one—are in her hands now, and it’s up to her to chronicle and analyze it…and maybe even shape it, if she can. Kishel doesn’t like to see things go awry, and she has learned how to manipulate people over the years. She is extremely canny, has a nearly-unnatural ability to sneak around, and is gifted with a silver tongue—she can talk her way into and out of just about any situation. Hence her promotion to Skysong Weyrharper. Over thirty now—though she often refuses to admit it—she is entering the phase of life where being jaded is just another part of the puzzle.
She worries a surprising amount, for someone who seems so happy on the outside. The well-being of the Weyr is important to her, and there’s just something about the entire situation that throws her. Maybe it’s that she’s so much older than both the Weyrleaders—it’s not that she mistrusts young people, it’s just that she was a barely-graduated Weyrling once and remembers the kinds of decisions she made then—and everyone else at the Weyr that she is strangely hesitant to take order or offer advice. Her advice tends to be given sparingly, and after a great deal of contemplation. She hates being wrong or giving bad advice, so she has a bad habit of obsessing over the things she says.
It’s almost surprising that Kishel is at Skysong Weyr, because there seems to be something of the traditionalist about her. She is pleasant to everyone, but there’s a certain degree of stiff formality about her that never quite seems to disappear. She seems to still be getting used to the new colours, and many of the views she holds are similar to the original ideals of Fort Weyr—and all the weyrs that came before it. But she has accepted the mutated rider and dragon pairs (or she wouldn’t have come to Skysong, after all), and honors her Weyrleaders. She’s just…a little bit quiet about it.
History: Kishel’s early childhood was difficult for her. Her mother Annaki was a kitchen woman, her father Sharrel an ex-dragonrider who had fled Fort Weyr when he lost his lifemate and taken solace in High Reaches Hold. The two had met under slightly unfortunate circumstances, but quickly fallen in love, and before long they were handfastened and Annaki was pregnant. But unknown to both of them, things would quickly turn sour. After a difficult pregnancy, Annaki went into labour nearly a full month early, and bled out upon finally birthing the child. She died within two days, leaving Sharrel once again alone, this time with a child who reminded him only of his beloved’s death. He couldn’t take it, and sent the girl to foster with a friend of his wife’s, before throwing himself from the ramparts. He could not have survived any longer.
Kishel grew up with no knowledge of her real parents; nobody bothered to tell her and she was unconcerned. The woman who raised her was a Harper only briefly stationed at High Reaches, and before long, she returned to Harper Hall, taking Kishel with her. The girl, only six turns old then, was fascinated by the world, and as soon as she was old enough to be educated, she took classes. She was formally apprenticed at nine, and had decided the direction she wanted to take her education by thirteen. Her aptitude earned the attention of the Harpercraft Master in charge of drumming, and he took the girl under his wing for training. Trained as a dancer and drummer, Kishel had wanted to become a messenger for the Holds and Halls, but it wasn’t to happen.
She walked the tables and turned Journeyman at seventeen, at which point her master’s gentle guardianship became something more forward, and Kishel balked. Afraid of the man’s sudden advances, she quarreled strongly with him, which brought the wrath of the Craftmaster. Furious, the man decided that he would no longer tolerate the girl in the Hall and formulated a story of her seduction of several apprentices, getting her ejected from the hall. With nowhere to go, Kishel spent a brief time Holdless, but she made her way to Fort Weyr, where nobody knew her and a dragonrider told her she might be fit to Stand for the clutch hardening on the Sands.
When she was eighteen, she Stood for the first and last time. The hatching wasn’t a particularly rough one, but the presence of the enormous Queen coupled with an early mauling left holdbred Kishel frightened for her life in the presence of the eggs and dragons. Indeed, when she spied something barreling toward her, she had a brief moment where she honestly thought it would be the death of her.
Luckily, the dragon that strode up to her didn’t bring death. Just a bad attitude. He knocked her down, winded her, and then sat on her stomach. When Kenne opened her eyes and managed to catch her breath, she found herself looking up the muzzle of a small, sleek Blue, who snorted in her face before saying simply, Hmph. You’ll do for Reyenth.
And just like that, she and the pale, bitter dragonet became lifemates. Kishel had the patience and love needed to balance Reyenth’s aggravated harping, and Reyenth supplied the girl with the additional strength and seriousness she needed to keep up in a world of larger, stronger, male riders. As they grew, it soon became apparent that Reyenth was ill-suited to any maneuvers but those for greens. He most certainly didn’t have the stamina, and as that became more and more important to the training, the pair cast about for somewhere else they could be useful, Reyenth to save his pride, Kishel out of a desire to do everything she could.
Her talent with harping and her skill at reading the message-drums brought her to the attention of the Weyrleaders, and she was set to training under the current Weyrharper. Kishel learned quickly, and became Assistant Weyrharper by the time she was twenty-four. For five years, she flew in Wing practices and worked with the Weyrharper, doing little else. But then the skies changed and things began to happen. Thread began to fall again, and Acid, and Kishel took to the sky with her Wing. She was blooded in first Fall, and exposed to acid early on in its fall, though she barely sickened and nobody seemed to notice any changes in her. She was just lucky, they supposed.
She had always admired Junior Weyrwoman Valoryn and her golden Amaranth, and when it came time for the senior Weyrwoman to retire and Valoryn took her place, Kishel was one of her strongest supporters. And then, when the clutch hatched, Kishel found herself torn. The dragons were new, and strange, but they were not horrific, and then Valoryn sent Amaranth’s children away and Kishel, along with a few other Fort riders, accompanied them. As the only rider with Weyrharper training, upon her arrival at Skysong she was promoted to the position.
Anything else you want to add: While she is the traitor at Skysong Weyr, this is not open to all and sundry to know. People can have their suspicions, but there will be no outing her unless both the admin and I have okayed it. If you want plot RP with her, PM me.
Impressed[/b]
Dragon Name: (must end in –th) Reyenth
Dragon Color: Blue
Brief Personality: Reyenth is not a friendly dragon. Sharp and acerbic, he is quick to take offense and rather snappish with people in general. Around dragons alone and anyone too young or too old to possibly be of interest to his rider, he is fine if a bit curt, but Faranth help those who think they can get to His (or Reyenth) without Reyenth’s permission. Things that take his rider’s attention away from him are rivals. He has very little patience for humans.
He is proud, haughty, and extremely vain about his appearance and agility—and he doesn’t much like listening to others unless they are of the right colour. In that respect, Reyenth is extremely old-fashioned. Browns, bronzes, and Queens are to be listened to, browns only if they are of Wingsecond rank or above. Mistrustful of change, he has been slow to accept the mutant colours, but he grudgingly respects Silvers, Citrines, and Amethysts, though he often butts heads with Crimsons. His and Queens are the only beings who can completely earn Reyenth’s obedience, but as long as his rider is around to enforce orders, he will not make overt trouble.
Anything else you want to add: Reyenth is tiny. The size of a small green at 23 feet, he’s extremely maneuverable and ridiculously fast, though not comparable to his new mutated kindred. But he has little to no stamina, and does not last an entire threadfall. His hide, conveniently enough, is Harper blue, with lighter stripes on his face, neck, and tail. His memory is extremely acute for a dragon, and he, like his rider, almost never forgets a person (or dragon’s) name and face.
Firelizard Name: Bell
Firelizard Color: Gold
Anything else you want to add: She has a strangely deep, melodious voice, like large bells, and is known to sing along with Kishel when she starts going. Her hide is very pale, almost white, with a vibrant gold stripe running from the tip of her nose down her back to the end of her tail, and gold “points” to her like a Siamese cat.
Firelizard Name: Archer
Firelizard Color: Brown
Anything else you want to add: He’s not quite as clever as Bell, but he makes up for it by being fiercely protective of his mistress and her other companions. He is often used as a messenger, though his tendency to bite people makes him the sort that others are wary of.
