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Go Back: Silver: v.Pern
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Name: Dev'ril (was Devvoril before Impression)
Age: 24 Turns
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dev'ril has short, unkempt brown hair, a light brown with a few natural blond streaks, as if he worked in the sun too much. His eyes are a playful, mysterious green, deep in their depths, and rogueish in appearance. His eyebrows are thick and his skin is a burnished tan, and has the look of one who works at it even though he doesn't. He is broad in the shoulders, and has a well-defined upper-body� he's fairly handsome, save for the long, twisted scar running from his left cheekbone down his neck, shoulder, and arm, and ending at his wrist. Yes, it simply gives him a more rakish appearance and isn't really all that grotesque, yet he is self-conscious of it even while appearing nonchalant and able to keep a cool, noncomittal exterior. He is tall, about three or four inches above 6 feet. His face has a perpetual solemn look to it, and he commonly looks serious or stern, and while he is a committed person, and trustworthy, he can be fun and he's not a stick in the mud.
Personality: While he appears somber save for those special times he contorts his face into a mask of extreme emotion, Dev'ril is a fun person to be around. Yes, he's morally upstanding, generally likes to be right, has a sense of responsibility, honesty, and integrity, he doesn't posess that large and annoying nagging conscience some have. He knows how to forgive and forget, and figures he can't help it if other's don't. He's not a delinquent, mind you- on no, he behaves well enough. But he does join in and have a good time, and is a friendly person overall. He can be arrogant, but isn't always a really egotistig, biggety kind of person. He knows when he's wrong and isn't afraid to apologise; he's dependable, and a solid man, not easily shaken. He has a kind heart, and he's smart. He can be insecure about himself however, and while this isn't a big issue it can lead to spasms of guilt. Yet Dev'vir is one person you can always count on, if you're looking for a dependable, solid, hard-working, honest man; he's forever loyal, and tries not to lie or decieve if he can help it. He has an excellent memory, and repays all debts he owes as soon as he can.
History: 13 children, altogether. Thirteen. His mother had him, 3 of his younger sisters, one younger brother, and one older brother. She only bore 6 children, but was a younger brother and older sister's milkmother. She only had him, 2 younger sisters (Tenna and Teana), and the older brother (Phillos) with his father; she had the other two with 2 other men, Nedras (Nathos) and Dente (Terra). His father (Delion) had 2 children with another woman, but somehow they ended up in the family as well (Tyra and Terry), and then that other woman went off and had twins (Lendal and V'aldal) who in turn got shifted to being Delion's burden, and then with the family. Nate was an extreme occurence; he wasn't supposed to happen. He was more of a freak accident, and how he came about is wrong on so many levels. The Cothold that Dev'vir lived at was awfully close to a weyr; a gold rising that ended up being a gold-bronze pair spread enough lust that accidents happened. His older sister, Chrysta, ended up becoming pregnant with her father. She was shamed but eventually forgiven, as was the father, after many reassurances by professionals that the lust of Risings made strange things happen. Dev'vir grew up in a busy cothold; eventually at age 19 he was Searched at the nearby weyr and Impressed. He lived there until recently; he left due to a Threadfall accident. He thought he was a threat to the weyr and transferred to the new weyr, Tuarry.
Parents: His mother's name is Vyria, his father's Delion.
Siblings: (This includes half-siblings) Younger sisters Tenna, Terra, Teana, and Tyra; younger brothers Nate, Nathos, and Aden; older sister Chrysta, and older brothers Terry, Lendal, V'aldal, and Phillos
Love: Has an unrequited love for Weyrwoman Fallon
Sexual Preference: Female
Pets: Green Firelizard Whytny, Runner Night
Rank: Dragonrider; Wingsecond in the Hurricane Winds Wing (Weyrleader�s Wing)
Dragon: Bronze Nemeneth (parents Black Surgath and Gold Elemnoth)
Name: V'dan (Was Valradan before Impression)
Age: 20 Turns
Gender: Male
Appearance: V'dan's skin is a pale, pale cream, almost sallow, and he is slim in figure, lean and tall, like a wraith. A shock of black hair falls over his high forehead, and his cheekbones are well-defined. While he has the build of a frail man, he is actually well-muscled despite appearances. He doesn't have bulging muscles, and some might even go so far as to describe his figure as "rancid" but he's really not bad-looking. He keeps his hair long neough to be shaggy, but not long enough to be called long, and it is raven-colored, a black that only makes him seem paler. His eyes are dark and brooding, a livid blue dark enough to seem black, and his gaze is intense, never missing details, scouring and hot. His only scar of dragonriding is on his right side, from his ribs, wrapping around his back and up to the middle of his right shoulderblade.
Personality: V'dan is quiet and withdrawn, a dark, imposing figure. He is friendly, though a bit awkward, if you can break through his cold shell- he isn't outright cruel, but he can be a bit rough or caustic. He sees no reason to be at best, coldly polite except for rank, and one shouldn't expect sympathy or kindness from him unless you know him well. He will be viscious and unkind, even, until you've managed to see though his hard defenses. Deep inside he's caring, sensitive, and even a bit shy and uncertain� self-conscious, too� but he keeps up his cold wall even when it hurts him because he feels he'd be hurt even more if he was just himself.
History: V'dan was born in a small cothold that, at his age of 15, succumbed to a plague epidemic. They were caught unawares and he was Searched before he caught it. His older and younger brothers died; his mother caught it and brushed death before recovering. Once they'd found a new home closer to V'dan's weyr, they had another child, a girl they named Tayla. She's 17 Turns younger than him. His parents hope that when she becomes old enough, she'll Impress like her brother.
Parents: Navdan and Krystuh
Siblings: Sister Tayla, (deceased) brothers Kylar, Davim
Love: Teal Rider Maratielle
Sexual Preference: Female
Pets: Ocean Firelizard Storm
Rank: Dragonrider; Wingleader in the Flaming Glory Wing
Dragon: Shadow Narssoth
Name: Marietta
Age: 23 Turns
Gender: Female
Appearance: Marietta has curly hair, very violent-looking, in tight corkscrew curls � that reaches to about her shoulders. It is a warm auburn color with streaks of brown in it, a subtle, blended hue that almost looks a color of its own. Her eyes are fairly unique as well� silvery blue, more like a dark blue with rings of light blue around the edges and alternating in the iris, with a metallic hint. Whether this is just an effect of the varying shades or if there really is a metallic color is hard to determine, but her eyes are large and beautiful nonetheless, while often full of emotion a veil can easily be drawn over them. Her skin is a pale tan, though it darkens easily and she rarely burns. Her nose is small and a slightly rounded snub, her eyes are framed with thick black lashes, and her body is supple and sensual. She's curvy and, while thin and not at all overweight or obese� and well muscled, partly from being a dragonrider and partly from her previous life� she's well-rounded and has a much-lusted-after figure, shapely and femenine. While she might complain sometimes of looking like a bronze-rider in a dress on occasions she has to dress up, she knows she looks good and is just being playful or self-conscious. SHE IS A HAD!!!
Personality: Marietta is generally kind, but she can be strict- she always means well, and she doesn't have a *horrible* temper, but when something irks her, she'll generally speak up. She's not usually blunt, cold, cruel, or rude� and don't mistake, she *always* has manners� she'll be much more casual around really good friends. She's patient, and reliable. She's well-organized, too, and generally a happy spirit. She can be impulsive, but she's smart, and doesn't go on splurges or the like. She's not self-indulging, but she does believe in rewards for those that deserve them. Some might describe her as wild, but that's a very large exaggeration. While she is free, she doesn't become careless. She's generally thorough and hardly ever cursory or brusque. She's determined, and when she knows what she wants, she'll stop at nothing to get it� using what means she has; but she doesn't let her emotions take over, usually, and she's generally very carefull and doesn't hurt anyone or anything if she can help it. She deals out consequences as needed, and she's a strong leader� if there's no clear authority, she'll take over. She's fairly friendly, usually outright unless she thinks speaking carefully will be beneficial, and her senses of responsibility and loyalty are almost unparalleled. She can be self-conscious, and she's not generally one to get too flustered. She believes that first impressions are important.
History: Marietta was a weyrbrat, her parents were a green- and brown- rider. She was fostered off immediately to the creeche and grew up there, in Southern Weyr, her whole life. She has a half-brother who was also fostered off when her father was in another flight and there was a flight baby from that. She's really self-conscious about her hair, because it's a signature trait of Southern temptresses� streaked, well-colored hair� and thinks that anyone who knows ANYTHING about that will recognize it and think she doesn't know how to work, and cares only about sensual pleasures� is a weyr whore, basically, but she's a very ample worker and she's worked with weyrlings before, part of the reason she became the Tuarry Weyrlingmaster.
Parents: Faletta the green rider, K'ros the brown rider
Siblings: Half-brother D'markam
Love: None currently
Sexual Preference: Both
Pets: Two-tone (Blue and Black) Firelizard Tegral
Rank: Dragonrider; Weyrling Master; Wingleader of the New Day's Sun Wing (Weyrling Wing)
Dragon: Teal Nevarth
Name: Kai
Age: 17 Turns
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kai has platinum blond hair, the color usually saved for those certain that either think they're Faranth's gift to man, think you're lucky they've decided to grace you with her presence, or are complete and utter whores. Fortunately, Kai is none of these. While she does have pretty blue eyes (another misleading effect) and pretty, pale skin, smooth and unblemished by acne or scars, she is neither caustic nor demanding. Her lashes are long and thick, her face pleasant and gentle-looking, with a sort of innocence about it that it almost shocks one. Her hair is generally up and out of her face, in a chic style she's come up with� always done in care, because she hates having people see her looking like a mess. Her body is petite, with a bony frame still filling in. She was never a plump girl, always thin and delicate-looking. She has muscles, but few, not does she have much of a body to flaunt. She's tall- about 5 feet, 8 inches, and her fingers are long and thin� delicate, good for a Healer like herself.
Personality: Kai is gentle, and wouldn't dream of harming someone no matter how much they might deserve it. She's not intimidated easily, and she's generally kind. She's got a kind of wide-eyed innocence and it makes one wonder what kind of person she really is. She can be shy and gets flustered all too easily, yet she's assertive and if she's got a reason to, she can be quite bold. She's generally a calm girl, though earnest and she's a hard worker, not one to give up or go lazing off. Some might try to conform her to drudgery, as she can be docile (especially if she fears) but she's too pretty, as most drudges aren't that pleasant to look at nor are they smart. She is learned in reading and writing, and a very clever girl, but she's not generally one to insult or be unkind. If she knows you well enough, she'll be more relaxed around you. She can be a bit of a perfectionist, but her generally quiet nature can be misleading and she's easily underestimated.
History: Kai's family was always pretty lucky. They never fell to poverty and were gracious to others. Kai became an apprentice healer at a young age and has graduated into journeywomanhood. She's doing quite well, considering the large burden it is� she's not focusing mainly on dragonhealing, nor a birthing-woman, but she's learning the general area of healing- which encompasses most all of what is covered in the specific sections. Her love for healing remains unwavering, and she's striving for that day, working hard with the knowledge that, if she's extremely lucky, in 15 Turns she'll become a MasterHealer. If she becomes inadept, she knows it may take up to 30, so she works quite hard. At Gainenth's first clutch, she Impressed Lavender Firaryth.
Parents: Mother Nalika, Father Darsryc
Siblings: Brothers Dannon, Syraclon, and sisters Nakira, Racyar
Love: Orange Rider T'avvir
Sexual Preference: Male
Pets: Lavender Firelizard Teryn
Rank: Dragonrider; WeyrHealer; Wingrider of the Flaming Glory Wing
Dragon: Lavender Firaryth
Name: Alleria
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Female
Appearance: Alleria is slight of figure, slim and yet not willowy; she's not tall, about 5 feet, six inches, but still growing, and it looks obvious in the way she seems too thin- that she's growing more up than out and will take some time to fill in; and from the appearance of her sides and stomach; they look piched-in, as if she's missed too many meals. Her hair is soft, brown locks, thick and silky, almost golden- it's got a hint of bronze to it, with just the slightest wave yet fairly straight. It's easily tamable, however, despite its length and volume. It reaches just below her shoulderblades. Her eyes are liquid pools of empathy, swirling from cloudy depths of golden-brown to dark brown-green in a moment� they are a rich hazel color, emanating proud arrogance as well as amaranthine dependability and boundless wit. Her skin is a pale peach, not quite dark enough to be called tan, yet not alabaster enough to be called truly pale. Her face is sensitive, despite her well-trained abaility at throwing a mask over to conceal her emotions. She prefers not to be seen with her guard down, as generally she's not too sensitive a person, and might be thought of as weak. She doesn't loose sleep over it if she does seem vulnerable, but she prefers to be viewed as a solid person. Her frame is slight, womanly curves still developing- not a full figure at any means, but not unattractive either. Her hands are small and delicate-looking, as is the rest of her, and her fingers are slender and gentle.
Personality: Alleria is loyal and a hard worker. She doesn't like stopping for distractions if she's working; but she's not easily annoyed and welcomes breaks after strenuous jobs. She's got a wicked sense of sarcasm, but she's far from outspoken, even a bit shy at times. She has a temper, but more like a streak of uncertainty- that can react to something- it's not really big, but when she gets mad she'll start yelling, or she'll talk a lot and she holds grudges. She's not too stubborn, and her anger fades easily, but her will is strong and she's highly emphatic. She's faithful, an ardent supporter and strong in speaking. She's one easily relied on, as you can count on her to get whatever it is done, and she's highly dependable despite the circumstances. She is arrogant but not by much, merely enough to negate any questions of her self-confidence. She is quite smart in addition to her clever, sometimes stinging wit.
History: Her family was part of a large and prosperous cothold quite near Shenobin Hold; it was often considered to be part of it, so close the proximity. The ancient name� DragonGale Cothold� had long been surrendered to Shenobin Cothold, and consequentially a different cothold, northeast, closer to Ruatha and Benden but still too far from any Holds or Weyrs, had adopted their fortified name. Her father had recently lost his brown in Threadfall and, saved from suicide, became a haunted spirit. During a gather he fell to the spell of her mother; the two were in love, half-dead as he seemed, and she helped restore him. He is always never complete; but he's far more alive than he once was. With her he had 5 children. Their only son was a dragonrider, and he died with his blue during a cruel Threadfall. Alleria grew up helping her mother with the family's cooking, so her skills extend to being a seasoned baker (excuse the pun) and fairly good chef at that. Her long, delicate fingers are skilled with flute and harp, and her voice is quite pleasant, whether singing, humming, or whistling, yet she never loved music with a passion and while she enjoyed fooling around with it, she never wished to be a Harper. She is a scribe, a part-time recorder and she works in the fairly new job, gets payed for it- while craftmasters and the Ranks are beginning to develop, she doesn't want to actually take it up as a true craft. While she enjoys writing� she can wread and write, and has a zeal for it� she doesn't think it would be her benefit to make it a job, or she'd lose the love for it. Mainly, though, she is a Weaver. Besides merely weaving, she also embroiders- she is refined in the art of stitching in general. She is quite good at it, and she too enjoys this, though not as much as some other things. At Gainenth's first clutch, she Impressed Prism Dyanith, becoming Tuarry Weyr's first Junior Weyrwoman.
Parents: Mother Aidna, father ex-dragonman Jellordet
Siblings: Older sister Tanna, younger sisters Juletta and Precilla, (deceased) brother T'knet
Love: Ocean Rider Ar'i, Shadow Rider B'ron, and Silver Rider Nako
Sexual Preference: Both
Pets: Diamond Aevie Faith
Rank: Dragonrider; Jr. Weyrwoman; Wingsecond of the Rising Dawn Wing (Weyrwoman's wing)
Dragon: Prism Dyanith
Name: M'dren (Was Markdren before Impression)
Name: B'slel (Was Baslel before Impression)