Post by Faerie Fyre on Mar 18, 2010 0:09:33 GMT -5
Character[/b]
Name: Phaela
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Mutation: Color Change
Location: Skysong
Appearance:
For many, being caught out when Acid fell granted them mutations that could more accurately be called abilities. Some might label them powers, instead. Such was not the destined path for the holder lass called Phaela. Though she could never before have laid claim to the term 'beauty', the advent of Acid stripped her of any claim even to attractiveness. Her once ruddy, weathered skin was turned magenta and bumpy, Her hair, her one vanity from before when it was a mahogany brown and lay well in a braid, frizzed horribly out of control and lightened to the point where its color could not truly be distinguished from white. Once muddy brown eyes flooded with pupil until all that remained of their original color was a thin ring of brown barely discernable against the huge pupil – if you can stand to look that close. She has become, to put it frankly, a monster.
Personality:
Phaela was once a lively, vivaceous girl with a love for life, the outdoors, and the herdbeasts that formed much of her daily life. That all changed the day she was exposed to Acid, however. Her Home Hold threw her out, calling her 'hideous', 'monster', and 'abomination'. She grew to expect people either running from her in fear or abusing her because 'obviously she deserves it'. Some of the bumps in her new skin weren't there originally – they are closed over and reopened scars. Just like her skin, her personality scarred. No longer does she greet each day with a stretch and a goofy grin; now, she tries to wake up before the other candidates to avoid them, and tries to make herself as scarce as possible. If someone so much as looks at her, she makes a valiant effort to make herself shrink to avoid their eye. She speaks in a hushed whisper, and walks hunched over so that anything thrown at her will hit her back, and bounce off. In short, she lives in fear of others, and disgust at herself.
History:
Be born, work, work, work, sleep, work, die. That was pretty much the pattern expected of the common Holders, the ones without rank or title that found their work in the fields. Phaela was not a blessing to her parents, but neither was she a curse. She was the third child in a string that would eventually grow to number thirteen, and put to work like all the children of the hold. At a very young age – no older than four, surely – she learned to ride a runnerbeast with the intent to watch over the massive herdbeasts her family looked after. When she Turned thirteen, she was allowed to pick out her very own runner to use exclusively in her work. She picked a sun-burnt black full male whom she called 'Shadow'.
Phaela and Shadow were a common sight in the fields. They would lead almost a hundred head of herdbeast out to good grazing pastures every morning, and bring them back in every night. Phaela worked with two of her brothers – older Hilfoer who rode red Merryweather, and younger Labrot atop silver Peake. The three of them herded, branded, and calved their herd by themselves, and life was good.
Phaela had ventured out again after the herd had been gathered for the night to search for a lost bull. Hilfoer thought that the bull had been snatched by an archaic dragon, but Phaela held onto hope that he was merely lost. She didn't find him that night, but by the time she conceded the search, it was unwise to return until morning. She hunkered down beneath a skybroom tree – somehow she remembers it being skybroom – to sleep through the night.
When she woke up, it was the middle of the morning, and Thread was falling! None got through where she was, but nobody thought to curb the fall of Acid. Phaela got a full Fall's dose, and that night, it began to affect her. Her brothers found her in the evening, and brought her back to the hold. By that time, she was in the grips of a deathly fever, one that by all rights should have killed her. Instead, it weakened her system enough that the insidious Acid was able to wreak havoc with her body. When she woke up, regular light hurt her eyes, and a brief glance into the mirror in the infirmary was enough to send Phaela running, screaming her horror.
Similar screams followed her, and the holders threw her out, holders she had grown up with and helped all of her life. None offered this monster a kind word, or anything other than curses and stones. She fled to the unprotected wilderness, where for the next Turn and a half, she subsisted off of stealing food and chance-found wild fruits. Her form became nearly skeletal as her sturdy figure dropped weight to accomodate her meagre diet. The dragons had to Search long and hard to find her, because a) she was still on the Northern Continent, and b) she had learned to hide very, very well from other people. But, find her they did, and they whisked her away to Skysong with the promise of a new life without being judged.
Anything else you want to add: Color Code = CC0033
For Candidates[/b]
First Dragon Color Choice: Brown
Second Choice: Citrine
Third Choice: Blue
Name: Phaela
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Mutation: Color Change
Location: Skysong
Appearance:
For many, being caught out when Acid fell granted them mutations that could more accurately be called abilities. Some might label them powers, instead. Such was not the destined path for the holder lass called Phaela. Though she could never before have laid claim to the term 'beauty', the advent of Acid stripped her of any claim even to attractiveness. Her once ruddy, weathered skin was turned magenta and bumpy, Her hair, her one vanity from before when it was a mahogany brown and lay well in a braid, frizzed horribly out of control and lightened to the point where its color could not truly be distinguished from white. Once muddy brown eyes flooded with pupil until all that remained of their original color was a thin ring of brown barely discernable against the huge pupil – if you can stand to look that close. She has become, to put it frankly, a monster.
Personality:
Phaela was once a lively, vivaceous girl with a love for life, the outdoors, and the herdbeasts that formed much of her daily life. That all changed the day she was exposed to Acid, however. Her Home Hold threw her out, calling her 'hideous', 'monster', and 'abomination'. She grew to expect people either running from her in fear or abusing her because 'obviously she deserves it'. Some of the bumps in her new skin weren't there originally – they are closed over and reopened scars. Just like her skin, her personality scarred. No longer does she greet each day with a stretch and a goofy grin; now, she tries to wake up before the other candidates to avoid them, and tries to make herself as scarce as possible. If someone so much as looks at her, she makes a valiant effort to make herself shrink to avoid their eye. She speaks in a hushed whisper, and walks hunched over so that anything thrown at her will hit her back, and bounce off. In short, she lives in fear of others, and disgust at herself.
History:
Be born, work, work, work, sleep, work, die. That was pretty much the pattern expected of the common Holders, the ones without rank or title that found their work in the fields. Phaela was not a blessing to her parents, but neither was she a curse. She was the third child in a string that would eventually grow to number thirteen, and put to work like all the children of the hold. At a very young age – no older than four, surely – she learned to ride a runnerbeast with the intent to watch over the massive herdbeasts her family looked after. When she Turned thirteen, she was allowed to pick out her very own runner to use exclusively in her work. She picked a sun-burnt black full male whom she called 'Shadow'.
Phaela and Shadow were a common sight in the fields. They would lead almost a hundred head of herdbeast out to good grazing pastures every morning, and bring them back in every night. Phaela worked with two of her brothers – older Hilfoer who rode red Merryweather, and younger Labrot atop silver Peake. The three of them herded, branded, and calved their herd by themselves, and life was good.
Phaela had ventured out again after the herd had been gathered for the night to search for a lost bull. Hilfoer thought that the bull had been snatched by an archaic dragon, but Phaela held onto hope that he was merely lost. She didn't find him that night, but by the time she conceded the search, it was unwise to return until morning. She hunkered down beneath a skybroom tree – somehow she remembers it being skybroom – to sleep through the night.
When she woke up, it was the middle of the morning, and Thread was falling! None got through where she was, but nobody thought to curb the fall of Acid. Phaela got a full Fall's dose, and that night, it began to affect her. Her brothers found her in the evening, and brought her back to the hold. By that time, she was in the grips of a deathly fever, one that by all rights should have killed her. Instead, it weakened her system enough that the insidious Acid was able to wreak havoc with her body. When she woke up, regular light hurt her eyes, and a brief glance into the mirror in the infirmary was enough to send Phaela running, screaming her horror.
Similar screams followed her, and the holders threw her out, holders she had grown up with and helped all of her life. None offered this monster a kind word, or anything other than curses and stones. She fled to the unprotected wilderness, where for the next Turn and a half, she subsisted off of stealing food and chance-found wild fruits. Her form became nearly skeletal as her sturdy figure dropped weight to accomodate her meagre diet. The dragons had to Search long and hard to find her, because a) she was still on the Northern Continent, and b) she had learned to hide very, very well from other people. But, find her they did, and they whisked her away to Skysong with the promise of a new life without being judged.
Anything else you want to add: Color Code = CC0033
For Candidates[/b]
First Dragon Color Choice: Brown
Second Choice: Citrine
Third Choice: Blue
