Post by blacklight on Jul 24, 2007 15:29:16 GMT -5
Name:
Izonyeit (Is-own-ya), or Izzy
(I was tempted to name her "Izayla" but thought better of it >>)
Age:
17
Appearance:
he is a decent height, and if she actually stood up straight, she would reach 5’5” and a half. That said, she tends to creep around. She is not lanky, nor is she skinny. She is a comfortably well-rounded woman with even proportions. Well, almost even. Her legs are considerably too long for her torso, confusing most people who glance at her. She doesn’t mind, and tends to think it makes her look taller. Her face in rounded, more cute than anything. She lacks her mother’s dimples (or at least she says her mother had dimples), which frustrated her until she learned she couldn’t create them with any amount of effort. The lines of her cheekbones are soft and distant, fading into her face rather than creating a statement. Her nose is small and slightly pointed, and small for her face. Her lips are often pursed, hiding the fact that they are a little too small for her face, too.
Her hair is the feature she’s proudest of. She spends a good deal of time taking care of it, often letting candlemarks slip by unnoticed while she brushes it. The color is a dark, stained brown. It resembles nothing in nature, instead looking more like a tree that has been on the wrong side of a fire. Her hair is long, and when loose, it hangs to her mid-back. She wears it up most days, either tied back or balled up depending on her mood and what activities she has planned for the day. Her eyes are a pleasant shade, one that resembles her hair coloring. However, unlike that color, her eyes are alive and vibrant. If that life has ever been quenched in the past, it is unknown, and will remain that way if she has anything to say about it.
She shifts between several outfits, as her mood swings too much to settle on one. When she’s planned for adventure, she’s seen in pants (torn at the knees for easier movement) and a loose-fitting white shirt. Commonly though, she’ll swap that shirt for something more attractive, and in a deeper shade. Usually red. She does own some dresses, and is occasionally seen in those.
Personality:
This girl is not afraid to back down from a challenge. In fact, most people say she seeks out trouble, which would be half true. She often finds herself in moods that send her into a random room just to see what’s inside. She is mostly curious, and if her curiosity leads her into trouble, she’ll face it head-on. It is almost unheard of for her to back down from anything, whether it is something as serious as a bedmate or something as trivial as a race. The only thing she’s ever turned down has been offers to fight. She knows she’s much weaker than most men, if not all, so she’s not stupid enough to take them on. Instead, she finds other ways to lash back at people that have wronged her – and her list was rather long. It’s an actual list, since the girl forgets grudges easily. One minute she may be fuming, and the next she’s off laughing at some mishap. She finds pleasure in everything. Some call her simple for that, but she appreciates complexities as much as the next person.
As much as she loves trouble, she loves a thrill. Anything new that comes around that she can try, she will. As long as it’s the first time, that is. The second time of anything never seems to live up to the first time. That accounts for few repeat performances in bed – though she had found a few people that continue to surprise her. However, the moment they stop thinking of new things, that’s the instant she drops them. She is constantly on the lookout for something new and exciting; anything that has potential to be better than the last she takes without a moment’s hesitation. Everything she does is like that, as she has little self-control. She lives in the moment, acting on impulse. Perhaps if she learned to curb her tongue she would be considered winsome. But that always seems like too much trouble, so she goes about saying what she wants. This often to leads to more trouble, but she doesn’t complain.
In fact, no one left alive has ever heard her complain. Since the attack, she has become grateful for her life, which is why she tries her best to live it as much as she can. If told to do something, she will do so with a smile - even if she curses them from inside. However, it is only now and then that she might stop to help someone. Often times she just doesn’t notice others in need on her way to her next big adventure. On the verge of flighty, she somehow retains a somewhat sharp mind. Under her intense desire to live each day to its fullest, she is mildly serious. If really, honestly needed, she could be serious. Though it is rare that she finds a time to be so.
History:
Izonyeit was the product of a rape, though that did not deny her the raising of a beloved child. She was born to a Minor Holder's neice, a lovely girl. She was young when she bore Izzy, but she loved her daughter dearly nonetheless. She raised her with the help of her Aunt, and Izzy lived very well. However, when the Holder's daughter married the man that had raped Izzy's mother, scandel broke out through the Minor Hold, and it was decided that even though they were the victims, Izzy and her mother had to move to the Hold Proper.
Once there, they were treated much less than they had been, for the word of a Minor Holder meant nothing. They adapted quickly, at least the girl child did. Her mother never did, and died when Izzy was 16. The girl had seen it coming, so cut her mourning short and began preparing for a new life. She'd heard rumors of attacking the newly established and ill-liked Weyr, and volunteered herself. She got on the team as an infiltrator, though they never ended up using her. Still, she got into the Weyr, and as desperate times call for desperate measures, she was allowed to Stand once she swore she meant no harm to the Weyr.
Companions:
Amber Gravida, commonly Ravi
The word Gravida indicates a pregnant woman. I thought this would be a nice fit for an Amber...who cannot clutch but wants to desperately.
Ravi takes her mothering tendencies a little far, since it seems her Izzy cannot handle life on her own. Once she learned she couldn't clutch no matter how hard she tried, the little Amber took a break from figuring out the secret to laying eggs to dote on her human. Ravi's hide is a pure, light amber, unmarred by splotches of any other color. Her coloring is a little warmer than people are used to seeing, as if she would be warm to the touch as well as to the eyes.
Rule Remark: (only needed for first character)
Name: Silver (f) Truth
Appearance: Truth is a hard dragoness to describe. For some reason, she seems incredibly ugly and astonishingly beautiful at the same time. Some eyes are driven away in disgust- she is gaunt, and it is clear that no matter how much she ever eats, she will not gain weight. There is a haunted, hungry look to the shape of her head, and she looks as though she is in some sort of agonizing pain. At the same time, some people can not look enough, though these are few. The slender form of her body is somehow attractive, and the hungry look to her face seems beatiful. She is a dark, bluish-silver, and at full growth reaches 72 feet long.
Personality: Truth is a cynic, and incredibly intelligent. She is the only one who sees through Faith's dissembling, and so comes into constant conflict with the male. She constantly tries to tell people what Faith's real motives are, but no one believes her. In fact, though she is almost always right about everything, no one ever listens to what she has to say, and no one believes her; except, perhaps, for Izonyeit.
Izonyeit (Is-own-ya), or Izzy
(I was tempted to name her "Izayla" but thought better of it >>)
Age:
17
Appearance:
he is a decent height, and if she actually stood up straight, she would reach 5’5” and a half. That said, she tends to creep around. She is not lanky, nor is she skinny. She is a comfortably well-rounded woman with even proportions. Well, almost even. Her legs are considerably too long for her torso, confusing most people who glance at her. She doesn’t mind, and tends to think it makes her look taller. Her face in rounded, more cute than anything. She lacks her mother’s dimples (or at least she says her mother had dimples), which frustrated her until she learned she couldn’t create them with any amount of effort. The lines of her cheekbones are soft and distant, fading into her face rather than creating a statement. Her nose is small and slightly pointed, and small for her face. Her lips are often pursed, hiding the fact that they are a little too small for her face, too.
Her hair is the feature she’s proudest of. She spends a good deal of time taking care of it, often letting candlemarks slip by unnoticed while she brushes it. The color is a dark, stained brown. It resembles nothing in nature, instead looking more like a tree that has been on the wrong side of a fire. Her hair is long, and when loose, it hangs to her mid-back. She wears it up most days, either tied back or balled up depending on her mood and what activities she has planned for the day. Her eyes are a pleasant shade, one that resembles her hair coloring. However, unlike that color, her eyes are alive and vibrant. If that life has ever been quenched in the past, it is unknown, and will remain that way if she has anything to say about it.
She shifts between several outfits, as her mood swings too much to settle on one. When she’s planned for adventure, she’s seen in pants (torn at the knees for easier movement) and a loose-fitting white shirt. Commonly though, she’ll swap that shirt for something more attractive, and in a deeper shade. Usually red. She does own some dresses, and is occasionally seen in those.
Personality:
This girl is not afraid to back down from a challenge. In fact, most people say she seeks out trouble, which would be half true. She often finds herself in moods that send her into a random room just to see what’s inside. She is mostly curious, and if her curiosity leads her into trouble, she’ll face it head-on. It is almost unheard of for her to back down from anything, whether it is something as serious as a bedmate or something as trivial as a race. The only thing she’s ever turned down has been offers to fight. She knows she’s much weaker than most men, if not all, so she’s not stupid enough to take them on. Instead, she finds other ways to lash back at people that have wronged her – and her list was rather long. It’s an actual list, since the girl forgets grudges easily. One minute she may be fuming, and the next she’s off laughing at some mishap. She finds pleasure in everything. Some call her simple for that, but she appreciates complexities as much as the next person.
As much as she loves trouble, she loves a thrill. Anything new that comes around that she can try, she will. As long as it’s the first time, that is. The second time of anything never seems to live up to the first time. That accounts for few repeat performances in bed – though she had found a few people that continue to surprise her. However, the moment they stop thinking of new things, that’s the instant she drops them. She is constantly on the lookout for something new and exciting; anything that has potential to be better than the last she takes without a moment’s hesitation. Everything she does is like that, as she has little self-control. She lives in the moment, acting on impulse. Perhaps if she learned to curb her tongue she would be considered winsome. But that always seems like too much trouble, so she goes about saying what she wants. This often to leads to more trouble, but she doesn’t complain.
In fact, no one left alive has ever heard her complain. Since the attack, she has become grateful for her life, which is why she tries her best to live it as much as she can. If told to do something, she will do so with a smile - even if she curses them from inside. However, it is only now and then that she might stop to help someone. Often times she just doesn’t notice others in need on her way to her next big adventure. On the verge of flighty, she somehow retains a somewhat sharp mind. Under her intense desire to live each day to its fullest, she is mildly serious. If really, honestly needed, she could be serious. Though it is rare that she finds a time to be so.
History:
Izonyeit was the product of a rape, though that did not deny her the raising of a beloved child. She was born to a Minor Holder's neice, a lovely girl. She was young when she bore Izzy, but she loved her daughter dearly nonetheless. She raised her with the help of her Aunt, and Izzy lived very well. However, when the Holder's daughter married the man that had raped Izzy's mother, scandel broke out through the Minor Hold, and it was decided that even though they were the victims, Izzy and her mother had to move to the Hold Proper.
Once there, they were treated much less than they had been, for the word of a Minor Holder meant nothing. They adapted quickly, at least the girl child did. Her mother never did, and died when Izzy was 16. The girl had seen it coming, so cut her mourning short and began preparing for a new life. She'd heard rumors of attacking the newly established and ill-liked Weyr, and volunteered herself. She got on the team as an infiltrator, though they never ended up using her. Still, she got into the Weyr, and as desperate times call for desperate measures, she was allowed to Stand once she swore she meant no harm to the Weyr.
Companions:
Amber Gravida, commonly Ravi
The word Gravida indicates a pregnant woman. I thought this would be a nice fit for an Amber...who cannot clutch but wants to desperately.
Ravi takes her mothering tendencies a little far, since it seems her Izzy cannot handle life on her own. Once she learned she couldn't clutch no matter how hard she tried, the little Amber took a break from figuring out the secret to laying eggs to dote on her human. Ravi's hide is a pure, light amber, unmarred by splotches of any other color. Her coloring is a little warmer than people are used to seeing, as if she would be warm to the touch as well as to the eyes.
Rule Remark: (only needed for first character)
Name: Silver (f) Truth
Appearance: Truth is a hard dragoness to describe. For some reason, she seems incredibly ugly and astonishingly beautiful at the same time. Some eyes are driven away in disgust- she is gaunt, and it is clear that no matter how much she ever eats, she will not gain weight. There is a haunted, hungry look to the shape of her head, and she looks as though she is in some sort of agonizing pain. At the same time, some people can not look enough, though these are few. The slender form of her body is somehow attractive, and the hungry look to her face seems beatiful. She is a dark, bluish-silver, and at full growth reaches 72 feet long.
Personality: Truth is a cynic, and incredibly intelligent. She is the only one who sees through Faith's dissembling, and so comes into constant conflict with the male. She constantly tries to tell people what Faith's real motives are, but no one believes her. In fact, though she is almost always right about everything, no one ever listens to what she has to say, and no one believes her; except, perhaps, for Izonyeit.
