Post by Kisha-Ra on May 9, 2009 3:38:53 GMT -5
Name: Zamora
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Rank: brownrider
Physical Appearance: Zamora takes after her mother in being short, standing at a mere 5’4’’, almost a whole foot shorter than her brother, much to her shame. Zamora has a burly build with broad shoulders and is solidly muscled from a lifetime of working to keep up with her older siblings. Her skin is pale with a tendency to burn rather than tan.
Zamora isn’t pretty, her long face is more likely to be called ‘striking’ or ‘interesting’ than ‘pretty’. She has the large nose of her father’s family, which isn’t much balanced by the sweet doe eyes of her mother. The final touch to her long face is the naturally downturned mouth that gives every expression a sorrowful look regardless of her actual mood. Her hair is a roughly cut shock of back curls that stick out everywhere.
Personality: The first thing people notice about Zamora is that she’s always complaining. Zamora likes to complain, preferably very loudly, however most of her complaints can be safely ignored, especially most of the deadly sarcastic ones, in fact the time to worry is when Zamora stops complaining. The second thing people notice about Zamora is that she argues a great deal, she likes to argue too. If someone says ‘black’ Zamora will say ‘purple’ or ‘green’ or ‘polka dotted’ just to confuse them. Not even her family and dearest friends are exempt from this habit.
Zamora is naturally bold, she’ll walk up to anyone and start talking to them, or flirting with them if the fancy takes her. She’s always interested in what people have to say on any subject and has friends of all ages, from old uncles to brats, all of whom she listens to seriously, as if hoping to extract some strange wisdom from what they have to say.
Zamora doesn’t really get along well with what she considers average people, the mindset of may holders and crafter eludes her, and she can never tell which way they’re going to jump.
History: the third and youngest child of three born to a pair of southern holdfolk, Zamora sometimes seemed to be born loud, always babbling nonsense to people or whining at some childish injustice.
Zamora was always a rough and tough little girl, preferring to trail her brother and other hold lads around than dress up and play with dolls. She was always the girl with skinned knees and yellowing bruises. She was never a favourite of the hold’s harpers, who couldn’t take her arguing and complaints throughout their lessons well.
Zamora drifted through her early teenage years, picking up useful skills but never settling on any one thing. Her brother went off on an apprenticeship and her sister flirted with every lad in sight and eventually settled on leaving with a smithcraft journeyman and making a new life. Though Zamora could be a bit of a flirt she knew she didn’t want to settle down yet and made a note to avoid anything too serious.
As she grew more mature Zamora fell into the role of watching the youngest hold children, which was a fairly easy task, and doing odd jobs. However she had no clearer idea of what she wanted than she had as a child. Her father was said to be looking for a young man for her to settle down with, which annoyed Zamora greatly. She didn’t want to be stuck making babies for some boring twerp for the next twenty turns.
A few months after that rumour began circulating Zamir returned, a new made journeyman and announced his intentions to explore the western continent. He also made the mistake of telling Zamora privately that he’d heard of a renegade Weyr there. Zamora immediately said she was going too. Not so much because of the Weyr, although it would be pretty awesome to see dragons in person, but because the west was all new, all interesting, and a very long way from all those lads her father kept introducing her to. Zamir refused at first and tried to make her do the sensible thing, but eventually Zamora wore him down.
Sometimes, particularly during her first months at Allride, Zamora did wish she’d done the sensible thing, apart from the lessons that went with candidacy and some basic chores she didn’t seem to have any clearly defined function in the strata of Weyr life. As far as Zamora could determine the function of candidates was to exist, and hang around until there was a hatching.
Fortunately there wasn’t long to wait until the first hatching Zamora would ever participate in, and indeed the first dragon hatching she’d ever seen. Though Zamora would rather bite her own tongue out than admit to being excited she would say that she did feel some anticipation as she arrived at the hatching grounds, with, of course, a list of complaints about the procedure. Wouldn’t it be more convenient if the time was announced beforehand? Were these clothes some kind of joke? Was the boy who that brown hatchling was looking for ever get here?
Zamora didn’t get to see much of the hatching though, as it turned out that brown Binagoonganth had not been waiting for a male candidate, but for her. Despite pointing out, quite reasonably she thought, that she was female and Binagoonganth was a brown and therefore supposed to choose a boy, the brown remained adamant and since Zamora could hardly deny the Impression she gave in with bad grace and went to feed her dragon.
Though Binagoonganth was not growing as fast as her brother’s silver Igadoth (who was the only fast growing dragon of the clutch) caring for him did take over Zamora’s life to the exclusion of all else for the first couple of months. Eventually, like all weyrlings since the dawn of time, Zamora got her life organised, which was a little easier once her dragon didn’t need feeding oiling every time she turned around, and began paying attention to things outside the weyrling barracks.
As it turned out this was just in time for Zamora to pay attention to the suspicious death of a senior weyrling, one Pep’so of bronze Rononth, suspicious in the extreme because he was drinking poisoned wine. Disturbing though it was, the fact was that the bronzeweyrling in question was an arrogant son of a wherry and a deformed goat who made enemies more naturally than breathing. In all probability he’d been offed by some drudge who’d been pushed beyond the bounds of sanity by his behaviour. If something in Zamora mentioned that sometimes she was just as objectionable she ruthlessly ignored it.
However when a queenrider who was too shy to really make any enemies was murdered, and not even subtlety, while her queen blooded before a Flight the whole Weyr, even those who previously thought that Pep’so’s death was an isolated incident, was shocked into action. Mostly counterproductive action given that they didn’t know who or what they were taking action against.
Eventually the killer was revealed to be someone that no one suspected; M’rim, a somewhat standoffish man who had Impressed one of Binagoonganth’s clutchmates. However above the shock of the assassin being a dragonrider came the way in which it was revealed, by gold Malaracyth in her last moments after M’rim fatally wounded Weyrwoman Kelyna.
After the death of the Weyrwoman, the escape of M’rim on his green, and the weyrleader’s apparent total withdrawal from other people Allride no longer seemed the cheerful haven it had been before. Rather it was a shadowed and subdued place for months afterward.
Like sunshine breaking though stormclouds a gold Flight arrived, bringing with it a total change in leadership as Lysita’s young gold was caught by F’mar’s Antagyth, and the promise of hope in the form of the upcoming clutch that Kellerth would produce.
Shortly after that Flight Zamora realised something else rather strange was going on. Was it just her or were Tirlynna and Bamre not only looking rather tanned but also somewhat older than they formerly had? And just why did that silent girl she’d met at the firelizard hatching bear such a strong resemblance to the former Weyrwoman?
Family:
Zamelle, mother
Lirmorn, father
Zalora, sister (21)
Zamir, brother (18)
Pets:
None
Dragon:
Name: Binagoonganth
Colour: Brown
Appearance: Binagoonganth is fairly unremarkable as far as build goes, he’s not one of the biggest browns or the smallest, and as far as bulk goes he stands right in the middle, with reasonable speed, agility, and endurance at his command though isn’t truly outstanding in any one attribute. Binagoonganth’s main colour is a rich red toned brown that is broken only over his wing membranes by darker greyish toned markings that make it look as if something is casting randomly placed shadows on his wings.
Personality: The first thing people think about Binagoonganth is that he’s rather odd, this brown just loves to hide and slink in the shadows until he can burst out and be the centre of everyone’s attention. However once he’s there he’ll suddenly become shy, forget what he wanted to do with the attention once he had it, and slip back into the shadows as soon as he possibly can.
Possibly the reason for his strange behaviour is that Binagoonganth is shy of humans to the point that he is sometimes scared by them. The only human that Binagoongath trusts without hesitation is his rider, and though he trusts her judgement on other humans without Zamora by his side he soon becomes nervous around other people.
Among other dragons however, and whenever he’s with his rider, Binagoonganth stands out as a sensible, if somewhat odd, personality. He likes to talk, and though he can be something of a flirt at times Binagoonganth is the last dragon you’d catch being silly over a female. It’s unlikely though that he’ll ever become attached to just one female dragon. Why settle for just one lovely lady when you can chase as many as you like, right?
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Rank: brownrider
Physical Appearance: Zamora takes after her mother in being short, standing at a mere 5’4’’, almost a whole foot shorter than her brother, much to her shame. Zamora has a burly build with broad shoulders and is solidly muscled from a lifetime of working to keep up with her older siblings. Her skin is pale with a tendency to burn rather than tan.
Zamora isn’t pretty, her long face is more likely to be called ‘striking’ or ‘interesting’ than ‘pretty’. She has the large nose of her father’s family, which isn’t much balanced by the sweet doe eyes of her mother. The final touch to her long face is the naturally downturned mouth that gives every expression a sorrowful look regardless of her actual mood. Her hair is a roughly cut shock of back curls that stick out everywhere.
Personality: The first thing people notice about Zamora is that she’s always complaining. Zamora likes to complain, preferably very loudly, however most of her complaints can be safely ignored, especially most of the deadly sarcastic ones, in fact the time to worry is when Zamora stops complaining. The second thing people notice about Zamora is that she argues a great deal, she likes to argue too. If someone says ‘black’ Zamora will say ‘purple’ or ‘green’ or ‘polka dotted’ just to confuse them. Not even her family and dearest friends are exempt from this habit.
Zamora is naturally bold, she’ll walk up to anyone and start talking to them, or flirting with them if the fancy takes her. She’s always interested in what people have to say on any subject and has friends of all ages, from old uncles to brats, all of whom she listens to seriously, as if hoping to extract some strange wisdom from what they have to say.
Zamora doesn’t really get along well with what she considers average people, the mindset of may holders and crafter eludes her, and she can never tell which way they’re going to jump.
History: the third and youngest child of three born to a pair of southern holdfolk, Zamora sometimes seemed to be born loud, always babbling nonsense to people or whining at some childish injustice.
Zamora was always a rough and tough little girl, preferring to trail her brother and other hold lads around than dress up and play with dolls. She was always the girl with skinned knees and yellowing bruises. She was never a favourite of the hold’s harpers, who couldn’t take her arguing and complaints throughout their lessons well.
Zamora drifted through her early teenage years, picking up useful skills but never settling on any one thing. Her brother went off on an apprenticeship and her sister flirted with every lad in sight and eventually settled on leaving with a smithcraft journeyman and making a new life. Though Zamora could be a bit of a flirt she knew she didn’t want to settle down yet and made a note to avoid anything too serious.
As she grew more mature Zamora fell into the role of watching the youngest hold children, which was a fairly easy task, and doing odd jobs. However she had no clearer idea of what she wanted than she had as a child. Her father was said to be looking for a young man for her to settle down with, which annoyed Zamora greatly. She didn’t want to be stuck making babies for some boring twerp for the next twenty turns.
A few months after that rumour began circulating Zamir returned, a new made journeyman and announced his intentions to explore the western continent. He also made the mistake of telling Zamora privately that he’d heard of a renegade Weyr there. Zamora immediately said she was going too. Not so much because of the Weyr, although it would be pretty awesome to see dragons in person, but because the west was all new, all interesting, and a very long way from all those lads her father kept introducing her to. Zamir refused at first and tried to make her do the sensible thing, but eventually Zamora wore him down.
Sometimes, particularly during her first months at Allride, Zamora did wish she’d done the sensible thing, apart from the lessons that went with candidacy and some basic chores she didn’t seem to have any clearly defined function in the strata of Weyr life. As far as Zamora could determine the function of candidates was to exist, and hang around until there was a hatching.
Fortunately there wasn’t long to wait until the first hatching Zamora would ever participate in, and indeed the first dragon hatching she’d ever seen. Though Zamora would rather bite her own tongue out than admit to being excited she would say that she did feel some anticipation as she arrived at the hatching grounds, with, of course, a list of complaints about the procedure. Wouldn’t it be more convenient if the time was announced beforehand? Were these clothes some kind of joke? Was the boy who that brown hatchling was looking for ever get here?
Zamora didn’t get to see much of the hatching though, as it turned out that brown Binagoonganth had not been waiting for a male candidate, but for her. Despite pointing out, quite reasonably she thought, that she was female and Binagoonganth was a brown and therefore supposed to choose a boy, the brown remained adamant and since Zamora could hardly deny the Impression she gave in with bad grace and went to feed her dragon.
Though Binagoonganth was not growing as fast as her brother’s silver Igadoth (who was the only fast growing dragon of the clutch) caring for him did take over Zamora’s life to the exclusion of all else for the first couple of months. Eventually, like all weyrlings since the dawn of time, Zamora got her life organised, which was a little easier once her dragon didn’t need feeding oiling every time she turned around, and began paying attention to things outside the weyrling barracks.
As it turned out this was just in time for Zamora to pay attention to the suspicious death of a senior weyrling, one Pep’so of bronze Rononth, suspicious in the extreme because he was drinking poisoned wine. Disturbing though it was, the fact was that the bronzeweyrling in question was an arrogant son of a wherry and a deformed goat who made enemies more naturally than breathing. In all probability he’d been offed by some drudge who’d been pushed beyond the bounds of sanity by his behaviour. If something in Zamora mentioned that sometimes she was just as objectionable she ruthlessly ignored it.
However when a queenrider who was too shy to really make any enemies was murdered, and not even subtlety, while her queen blooded before a Flight the whole Weyr, even those who previously thought that Pep’so’s death was an isolated incident, was shocked into action. Mostly counterproductive action given that they didn’t know who or what they were taking action against.
Eventually the killer was revealed to be someone that no one suspected; M’rim, a somewhat standoffish man who had Impressed one of Binagoonganth’s clutchmates. However above the shock of the assassin being a dragonrider came the way in which it was revealed, by gold Malaracyth in her last moments after M’rim fatally wounded Weyrwoman Kelyna.
After the death of the Weyrwoman, the escape of M’rim on his green, and the weyrleader’s apparent total withdrawal from other people Allride no longer seemed the cheerful haven it had been before. Rather it was a shadowed and subdued place for months afterward.
Like sunshine breaking though stormclouds a gold Flight arrived, bringing with it a total change in leadership as Lysita’s young gold was caught by F’mar’s Antagyth, and the promise of hope in the form of the upcoming clutch that Kellerth would produce.
Shortly after that Flight Zamora realised something else rather strange was going on. Was it just her or were Tirlynna and Bamre not only looking rather tanned but also somewhat older than they formerly had? And just why did that silent girl she’d met at the firelizard hatching bear such a strong resemblance to the former Weyrwoman?
Family:
Zamelle, mother
Lirmorn, father
Zalora, sister (21)
Zamir, brother (18)
Pets:
None
Dragon:
Name: Binagoonganth
Colour: Brown
Appearance: Binagoonganth is fairly unremarkable as far as build goes, he’s not one of the biggest browns or the smallest, and as far as bulk goes he stands right in the middle, with reasonable speed, agility, and endurance at his command though isn’t truly outstanding in any one attribute. Binagoonganth’s main colour is a rich red toned brown that is broken only over his wing membranes by darker greyish toned markings that make it look as if something is casting randomly placed shadows on his wings.
Personality: The first thing people think about Binagoonganth is that he’s rather odd, this brown just loves to hide and slink in the shadows until he can burst out and be the centre of everyone’s attention. However once he’s there he’ll suddenly become shy, forget what he wanted to do with the attention once he had it, and slip back into the shadows as soon as he possibly can.
Possibly the reason for his strange behaviour is that Binagoonganth is shy of humans to the point that he is sometimes scared by them. The only human that Binagoongath trusts without hesitation is his rider, and though he trusts her judgement on other humans without Zamora by his side he soon becomes nervous around other people.
Among other dragons however, and whenever he’s with his rider, Binagoonganth stands out as a sensible, if somewhat odd, personality. He likes to talk, and though he can be something of a flirt at times Binagoonganth is the last dragon you’d catch being silly over a female. It’s unlikely though that he’ll ever become attached to just one female dragon. Why settle for just one lovely lady when you can chase as many as you like, right?
