Post by Minnow on Jun 21, 2008 14:39:55 GMT -5
Name: Lara
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Greenrider/Spy
Family: Faryl, son; Deceased Greenrider mother; Bronzerider father
Pets: None
Physical Appearance:
--->Lara leans toward the short side of the height spectrum, but isn't that far from average. She's stocky, and a bit wide in the hips, though she's quite athletic. She has light skin, freckled and ever-so-slightly tanned, as well as dark gold hair that she lets fall in gentle waves to frame her face. It falls to a bit lower than midway down her back. Her eyes are contemplating, gently colored as blue with the slightest hint of a green tinge, and have a navy band around the outer edge of the iris, as medium blue eyes are wont to do. However, the outline is slightly thicker than is considered normal. Her lips are elegantly curled, and daintily colored, but her nose is very slim and upturned unattractively at the end.
Personality:
--->The two words that anyone could choose to best describe Lara are sarcastic and pessimistic. She's quite outspoken, as well, and always lets her mind be known, even when she knows that it could cause trouble for her. She always considers the effects her actions may have, but rarely thinks the positive outcomes will actually happen.
Lara often has a quick tongue, and takes no mercy on any men, and very little on those women who don't earn her respect. However harsh her criticisms may be, though, she isn't one to spread rumors or judge falsely. Because of this, some of her friends end up valuing her opinion, once they learn to see through her negative attitude. Lara actually has it in her to be sweet and, to an extent, gentle, with children and young adults. She ends up shedding her tough exterior to reveal the slightly softer side that she's often too downcast to show. Through her life, Lara had come to the conclusion that life's unfair, and being soft and sentimental only gets you cut up, outside or in.
History:
--->Lara was always a Community Weyrbrat. Her mother was a Greenrider, her father the rider of an unusually small Bronze that never could Catch the queen. She was the unintended result of an average Flight, one that neither of them wanted. It took the immense efforts of her mother's friends to keep her from betweening her pregnancy away immediately. With much convincing, the young woman decided to keep the babe, at least long enough that it would be able to be taken care of by someone else. So it went, and so Lara was born, and shucked off to the women in the Lower Caverns as soon as she could eat solid food. Here, she was brought up with several other Weyrbrats, until she was old enough to stand as a Candidate.The first time Lara was among those on the stands, her mother showed enough interest in her to at least keep an eye on her daughter. Unfortunately, ever dragonet to hatch turned away from the girl. The next Clutch was like that as well, and the next. The fourth time, Lara was sure, was her last chance. It turned out to be the last chance she needed. The very first egg to spill out a new life was a smaller one, and the dragonet to appear was a fine looking green that only had eyes for the golden haired Candidate.
Molreth grew quickly, and she and Hers learned all that they had to know, flying and moving between, feeding and care, but never anything of firestone. That was forbidden knowledge, decreed unnecessary and dangerous by the High Council. All the while, Lara had been thinking. Thinking about how, someday not too far from then, Molreth would Fly, and she would Choose one of her suitors. Lara knew who she wanted Molreth to Choose. The girl had been admiring a bold young Bluerider, one by the name of B'aval. She knew that their ages were too far apart, but all the same, she wanted him. So, when Molreth's maiden Flight came, had Lara actually been aware of anything but her Green and the pursuing males, she would have been pleased to find Catrath the winner. But, she was only disappointed in the end, as she became pregnant to B'aval, but he never once said a word to her. Lara gave birth to a lovely boy, and was proud of him, even though she was bitter ever after toward his father. She let her Faryl be fostered, keeping an eye on him all the while. Shortly after she sent her son away, Lara was devastated by the death of her mother. Both the rider and her Green had been burned in an exercise by a foolish wingsecond who had gotten his hands on some firestone. The wingsecond was punished accordingly by the High Council, and the incident brought Lara closer to the High Council's beliefs about Thread, since it was no longer falling and firestone wasn't needed, and her mother would have been alive if the one man had had the sense to believe the truth.
Dragon name: Molreth
Dragon color: Green
Dragon age: 6 turns
Appearance: Molreth is an average size green with slightly large wings and a slightly square head. Her hide is dull, a shady color that appears just as grey as green. She has several patches along her that are marginally brighter than the rest of her, but they are irregular and so faint that one couldn't tell just where the patch began. Molreth has small eyes, and her hide lacks the blemishes that indicate improper care as a weyrling.
Personality: Molreth is very caring, if not quite intelligent. She treats all hatchlings and weyrlings as if they are her own, though as a green she never did clutch. She often is confused by more complex human emotions, as she herself is quite limited in that spectrum, usually confined to happy, sad, hurting, angry, and feelings similar to those.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Greenrider/Spy
Family: Faryl, son; Deceased Greenrider mother; Bronzerider father
Pets: None
Physical Appearance:
--->Lara leans toward the short side of the height spectrum, but isn't that far from average. She's stocky, and a bit wide in the hips, though she's quite athletic. She has light skin, freckled and ever-so-slightly tanned, as well as dark gold hair that she lets fall in gentle waves to frame her face. It falls to a bit lower than midway down her back. Her eyes are contemplating, gently colored as blue with the slightest hint of a green tinge, and have a navy band around the outer edge of the iris, as medium blue eyes are wont to do. However, the outline is slightly thicker than is considered normal. Her lips are elegantly curled, and daintily colored, but her nose is very slim and upturned unattractively at the end.
Personality:
--->The two words that anyone could choose to best describe Lara are sarcastic and pessimistic. She's quite outspoken, as well, and always lets her mind be known, even when she knows that it could cause trouble for her. She always considers the effects her actions may have, but rarely thinks the positive outcomes will actually happen.
Lara often has a quick tongue, and takes no mercy on any men, and very little on those women who don't earn her respect. However harsh her criticisms may be, though, she isn't one to spread rumors or judge falsely. Because of this, some of her friends end up valuing her opinion, once they learn to see through her negative attitude. Lara actually has it in her to be sweet and, to an extent, gentle, with children and young adults. She ends up shedding her tough exterior to reveal the slightly softer side that she's often too downcast to show. Through her life, Lara had come to the conclusion that life's unfair, and being soft and sentimental only gets you cut up, outside or in.
History:
--->Lara was always a Community Weyrbrat. Her mother was a Greenrider, her father the rider of an unusually small Bronze that never could Catch the queen. She was the unintended result of an average Flight, one that neither of them wanted. It took the immense efforts of her mother's friends to keep her from betweening her pregnancy away immediately. With much convincing, the young woman decided to keep the babe, at least long enough that it would be able to be taken care of by someone else. So it went, and so Lara was born, and shucked off to the women in the Lower Caverns as soon as she could eat solid food. Here, she was brought up with several other Weyrbrats, until she was old enough to stand as a Candidate.The first time Lara was among those on the stands, her mother showed enough interest in her to at least keep an eye on her daughter. Unfortunately, ever dragonet to hatch turned away from the girl. The next Clutch was like that as well, and the next. The fourth time, Lara was sure, was her last chance. It turned out to be the last chance she needed. The very first egg to spill out a new life was a smaller one, and the dragonet to appear was a fine looking green that only had eyes for the golden haired Candidate.
Molreth grew quickly, and she and Hers learned all that they had to know, flying and moving between, feeding and care, but never anything of firestone. That was forbidden knowledge, decreed unnecessary and dangerous by the High Council. All the while, Lara had been thinking. Thinking about how, someday not too far from then, Molreth would Fly, and she would Choose one of her suitors. Lara knew who she wanted Molreth to Choose. The girl had been admiring a bold young Bluerider, one by the name of B'aval. She knew that their ages were too far apart, but all the same, she wanted him. So, when Molreth's maiden Flight came, had Lara actually been aware of anything but her Green and the pursuing males, she would have been pleased to find Catrath the winner. But, she was only disappointed in the end, as she became pregnant to B'aval, but he never once said a word to her. Lara gave birth to a lovely boy, and was proud of him, even though she was bitter ever after toward his father. She let her Faryl be fostered, keeping an eye on him all the while. Shortly after she sent her son away, Lara was devastated by the death of her mother. Both the rider and her Green had been burned in an exercise by a foolish wingsecond who had gotten his hands on some firestone. The wingsecond was punished accordingly by the High Council, and the incident brought Lara closer to the High Council's beliefs about Thread, since it was no longer falling and firestone wasn't needed, and her mother would have been alive if the one man had had the sense to believe the truth.
Dragon name: Molreth
Dragon color: Green
Dragon age: 6 turns
Appearance: Molreth is an average size green with slightly large wings and a slightly square head. Her hide is dull, a shady color that appears just as grey as green. She has several patches along her that are marginally brighter than the rest of her, but they are irregular and so faint that one couldn't tell just where the patch began. Molreth has small eyes, and her hide lacks the blemishes that indicate improper care as a weyrling.
Personality: Molreth is very caring, if not quite intelligent. She treats all hatchlings and weyrlings as if they are her own, though as a green she never did clutch. She often is confused by more complex human emotions, as she herself is quite limited in that spectrum, usually confined to happy, sad, hurting, angry, and feelings similar to those.
