Weyrwoman Irya

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Name: Irya
Age: 29
Rank: Weyrwoman
Birthplace: Syvili Hold
Residence: Makala Weyr

Hair: Bright, burnished gold hair is cut to Irya's ears with a decidedly cute look.
Eyes: Bright, emerald green eyes laugh out from Irya's face, framed by honey-golden eyelashes.
Build: Thin, wiry, and strong, Irya has a muscular, toned body with very little of a figure.
Complexion: Peach-toned skin is Irya's curse, constantly burning in the sunlight.
Identifying Marks/Other: Irya has a very elven appearance; her ears are slightly pointed - no, she's *not* an elf, she just would call one to mind for us mundane types. She's got an attractive face, but does little to make herself attractive, dressing in rather baggy trousers and cut-off, loose shirts.

Family:
Alirya, Master Harper, Syvili Hold
Kiryan, Master Harper, Syvili Hold
Sister Aliri (22), rider of green Airyaxith, Makala Weyr
Brother A'ryan (19), rider of bronze Marzileth, Makala Weyr
Sister Kirirya (16), Candidate for Impression, Makala Weyr

Personality: Irya is a complicated web of conflicts, and few people can really understand the Weyrwoman. Constantly smiling, it's a smile that doesn't quite reach her bright green eyes; always laughing, it's a laugh that sounds somewhat hollow and far away. Dedicated to her Weyr, it's a dedication that is heedless, and Irya will knock down anything in her way without further thought. She refuses to play favoritism with anyone, regardless of the circumstances, and can be impossibly hard to get along with. Obstinate and set in her ways, Irya doesn't like to be contradicted in anything, regardless of whether she's right or wrong. She has a very dry sense of humor, and is quite sarcastic at most times. Very seldom does she allow her emotions to come through, masking everything with a thick layer of sarcastic remarks.

History: The oldest of four children, Irya was pampered and petted for the first seven years of her life until her little brother Airyan was born. She was never jealous of her siblings, but was a devoted older sister, taking care of them when her parents were busy, watching out for them when they needed guidance. She was a lovable girl, with a bright, impish grin, a ready laugh, and a full smile for anyone who pleased her. Music was a passion for Irya, a great thing that made her soar and smile. She loved to listen to her parents sing each night, and struggled to mast the basics of music at a young age.
      She could play the harp, the gitar, and the pipes by the time she was eight turns old, and had a remarkably deep and sultry contralto that stunned the Hall Masters with its intensity. It was to the stun and surprise of everyone, then, that an accident while playing at the age of ten left Irya mostly deaf in her right ear and completely deaf in her left ear. She could hear, but not well. Her passion left her with the loss of her hearing, for music is something that is meant to be heard, and she had lost that capability.
      She became sullen and withdrawn; her bright smile was gone as was her laughter. Her plans shattered - Irya had always wanted to be a Harper, but she couldn't imagine being a harper without hearing things. She withdrew from human contact, and her parents and siblings looked on in sorrow. Irya was not the same person.
      At fifteen, she was Searched for Impression. She was beyond caring anymore, and she went to Makala Weyr simply because she had nothing else to do. She stood for two clutches at the age of fifteen, and did not Impress - not that she was surprised. What dragon, after all, would want a mostly deaf rider?
      She had just about given up hope when she stood for her third clutch, especially considering the announcement of a queen egg on the Sands. Some lucky girl would walk off with a golden beauty, and Irya would again stand alone. Life likes to play tricks on us, however, for it was Irya herself who walked off the Sands with golden Tutakenth, leaving others staring at the deaf girl in surprise.
      With her Impression of Tutakenth, Irya found new purpose and resolve in her life. Now she had a reason to care; now she had a need and a passion and a desire. She threw her energies wholeheartedly into caring for Tutakenth, and again began to smile, although it never held the impish joy of her youth. The Weyrwoman, Mirkali, cultivated Irya's friendship, and the two goldriders were always seen together. Irya had finally found a friend.
      Her three siblings also moved to the Weyr, hoping to follow in their sister's footsteps and become dragonriders. Aliri and A'ryan succeeded, Impressing green Airyaxith and bronze Marzileth respectively. (Her youngest sister, Kirirya, is still Standing.)
      When Mirkali died, Irya was shocked, upset, and forced to take position of Weyrwoman, for Iorata's queen was younger than Irya's. Irya was a mere twenty-six turns old, and highly unprepared for being Senior Weyrwoman. She threw herself into the job, however, unwilling to let the Weyr suffer through her mistakes, although she and S'rion had their share of conflicts.
      Two turns later, her only Junior Weyrwoman, Iorata, one of her closest friends, died in an attempt to save a badly threadscored green Weyrling. Irya put her feelings aside and requested another gold be transfered to her Weyr; she was the only mature goldrider, and the other goldrider, Alaeja, had only just Impressed her Skyth. Coleva and Araxith were transfered from Azov Weyr.

Dragon Information

Name: Tutakenth
Age: 9.10.35 (you can change this if you need :)
Parents: Elbaneth/Soleith
Color: Dragon Color
Size: Large
Description: Tutakenth is a magnificently large golden dragon, one of the largest on Pern. She is a dull, antiqued gold in color, almost brass-toned, with copper-red overlays to her hide. Stream-lined and sleek, Tutakenth is a proud beauty.
Personality: Wildly anxious at all times, Tutakenth is always looking for the next disaster to come. She is extremely protective of her rider, always looking out for Irya, and takes pride in being her rider's ears since Irya cannot hear very well on her own. She gets along well with most dragons and riders, although, as previously stated, is constantly convinced that some ill will befall them and herself and send the Weyr into a downward spiral. Completely convinced that no one but she and Irya are competent enough to run the Weyr, she lords over Coleva's Araxith whenever she gets the chance, and shies away from Alaeja's Skyth, feeling that Skyth is "an odd little creature with no sense".
       Surprisingly enough, Tutakenth is not anxious about her clutches, but is rather laid-back. She will not leave the Sands, but she encourages Candidates to be near them rather than hissing and trying to get them away from what could be their potential lifemates.

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