Post by Jammi on Jan 24, 2011 22:11:35 GMT -5
About you:
name: Jammi
e-mail: lannarose014@hotmail.com
age: 25
About the character:
name: Myntaluna "Luna", "Mynt" or "Mynta"
pronunciation: Mint-a-luna
age: 18 turns
rank: Apprentice Healer
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
Family (name, age, rank, location, at least)
mother: Lunami, 54, deceased
father: Riamynt, 56, deceased
siblings: Riami, 22, sister, deceased & Mynlu, 16, sister, deceased
weyrmate/lover: none
children: none
other: Spiramynt, aunt, 59, Master Healer, Trader Caravan
physical description:
Wispy. Waif-like. Most of her family calls Myntaluna both of these and so much more. Standing at five feet two inches, it’s easy to see why. While she doesn’t look her age, Myntaluna carries herself with an ageless grace. Of course it doesn’t hurt that the poor dear barely weighs one hundred pounds sopping wet. While she’s floating around the weyr, Luna’s waist-length white-blond locks trail behind her mimicking a cloak. Blue eyes gaze at the world as if she’s trying to sort friend from foe, imagination from reality. This almost vacant expression gives the world around her the illusion that she is harmless. Which of course she is.
To go with her pale coloring, Myntaluna prefers to wear light colors, pastels and whites if she can manage it. Of course this also helps in the repressive heat of the Southern jungles during the summer season. Since she is an herb specialist, it isn’t too much of a surprise to see Mynta wearing a pocketed apron smudged with green and browns from her harvesting. Her hands, while soft and feminine bare a few scars from thorns, bugs, and knives. From time to time stray dirt or a stubborn herb stain can be seen marring her fingers and Trader tattoos. Stuffed in various pockets, Myntaluna carries bits of fresh and dried herbs, a small knife, and a whet stone. Sometimes she even carries a bag lined with pockets for useful herbs and tinctures. This bag was created by her older sister the day Myntaluna was accepted as an apprentice by her aunt.
Play-by: Evanna Lynch
personality:
Naïve, Exotic, Optimistic, Soft Spoken
Naive, sweet heart, kind, all these say the same thing really, Myntaluna couldn’t hurt a VTOL. Nor can the girl hold a grudge. This means Luna is a trusting sort that is willing to believe the best in anyone or anything. However this also means the poor girl gets her heart stomped on quite frequently. Not that the people around her mean to do so, far from it. Myntaluna simply wears her heart on her sleeve for the world to see.
Exotic usually brings to mind sensual thoughts. While Mynta does have a certain quality to her, the definition of something unique and unusual is the better fit for the blonde girl. More often than not, Mynta has her head in the clouds, or more aptly in her own world. Her unique view often leaves her peers wondering if Luna is entirely sane. Luna sees it all as a different point of view. In her world, Harper’s tales are often true and have hidden these facts from the rest of the world. When her time isn’t consumed with lessons, herbalist tasks, and the like Mynta spends her free time pondering which tales hold a grain of reality that needs to be rediscovered.
Now as one can imagine having your own views of the world isn’t the best thing in a world based on traditions. Some would think this would bring out the bold side of a body. Not in Luna’s case. Far from it, she tries to hide from the world, keeping to herself unless her skills are needed. Only in her chosen craft is Myntaluna comfortable talking to her peers. Even then she’s not the most vocal of girls, preferring to be straight to the point. Her work in herbalism seems to do most of the talking for her.
history:
Born the middle child of a cook and a lady harper in a trader’s caravan, Myntaluna was lucky enough to have a pretty normal childhood. Sure there were the usual bumps and scrapes, fights and bouts of tears, but for the most part Luna didn’t lack for a thing. Her father provided the structure the flighty girl needed, while her mother gave Myntaluna the grounds for her fertile imagination. In fact the whole family thought the starry-eyed girl would follow in her mother’s footsteps and become a harper as well.
But Mynta’s heart lay elsewhere. Her father’s elder sister had shown the girl a few tricks with cooking herbs during the girl’s early turns. From there Myntaluna took off. If there were those tricks surely there were others, right? While she did still listen aptly to her mother’s tales, Luna found a grounding in herbal uses and the growing of them. As soon as she was old enough Mynta turned to her aunt for a more structured learning world, and she blossomed there for a few turns. Her self-confidence grew, her world became slightly more aligned with that of her peers, but as all good stories go some evil must enter the world.
In Luna’s case it was the death of her family. Now this sounds like a major event right? For most it would be, for one’s family is everything. While Myntaluna was close to her mother and father as well as her siblings, their deaths didn’t hit her very hard. To hear her tell the tale it was a quick passing, a sudden storm catching the family by surprise. Unfortunately there is little to no way to collaborate this tale for Myntaluna was the only survivor. This traumatic event sent the girl farther into the shell she had discarded during her training with her aunt. Without a family to support her flighty ways, Luna finally found her way to the weyr. This trip that would normally take a few days took the girl almost a full season. Sadly Mynta doesn’t remember most of this time, only vaguely recalling using her aunt’s teaching and her mother’s tales to keep herself alive. What does the future hold for the blonde trader girl? One can only guess, but whatever Myntaluna decides to do with her life one can bet she’ll devote her whole being into it.
Craft Information:
craft: Healer
rank: Apprentice
speciality: Herb-lore and useage
If Candidate:
Color of dragon in order of preference:
Can you:
read? Yes
write? Yes
figure? Yes
name: Jammi
e-mail: lannarose014@hotmail.com
age: 25
About the character:
name: Myntaluna "Luna", "Mynt" or "Mynta"
pronunciation: Mint-a-luna
age: 18 turns
rank: Apprentice Healer
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
Family (name, age, rank, location, at least)
mother: Lunami, 54, deceased
father: Riamynt, 56, deceased
siblings: Riami, 22, sister, deceased & Mynlu, 16, sister, deceased
weyrmate/lover: none
children: none
other: Spiramynt, aunt, 59, Master Healer, Trader Caravan
physical description:
Wispy. Waif-like. Most of her family calls Myntaluna both of these and so much more. Standing at five feet two inches, it’s easy to see why. While she doesn’t look her age, Myntaluna carries herself with an ageless grace. Of course it doesn’t hurt that the poor dear barely weighs one hundred pounds sopping wet. While she’s floating around the weyr, Luna’s waist-length white-blond locks trail behind her mimicking a cloak. Blue eyes gaze at the world as if she’s trying to sort friend from foe, imagination from reality. This almost vacant expression gives the world around her the illusion that she is harmless. Which of course she is.
To go with her pale coloring, Myntaluna prefers to wear light colors, pastels and whites if she can manage it. Of course this also helps in the repressive heat of the Southern jungles during the summer season. Since she is an herb specialist, it isn’t too much of a surprise to see Mynta wearing a pocketed apron smudged with green and browns from her harvesting. Her hands, while soft and feminine bare a few scars from thorns, bugs, and knives. From time to time stray dirt or a stubborn herb stain can be seen marring her fingers and Trader tattoos. Stuffed in various pockets, Myntaluna carries bits of fresh and dried herbs, a small knife, and a whet stone. Sometimes she even carries a bag lined with pockets for useful herbs and tinctures. This bag was created by her older sister the day Myntaluna was accepted as an apprentice by her aunt.
Play-by: Evanna Lynch
personality:
Naïve, Exotic, Optimistic, Soft Spoken
Naive, sweet heart, kind, all these say the same thing really, Myntaluna couldn’t hurt a VTOL. Nor can the girl hold a grudge. This means Luna is a trusting sort that is willing to believe the best in anyone or anything. However this also means the poor girl gets her heart stomped on quite frequently. Not that the people around her mean to do so, far from it. Myntaluna simply wears her heart on her sleeve for the world to see.
Exotic usually brings to mind sensual thoughts. While Mynta does have a certain quality to her, the definition of something unique and unusual is the better fit for the blonde girl. More often than not, Mynta has her head in the clouds, or more aptly in her own world. Her unique view often leaves her peers wondering if Luna is entirely sane. Luna sees it all as a different point of view. In her world, Harper’s tales are often true and have hidden these facts from the rest of the world. When her time isn’t consumed with lessons, herbalist tasks, and the like Mynta spends her free time pondering which tales hold a grain of reality that needs to be rediscovered.
Now as one can imagine having your own views of the world isn’t the best thing in a world based on traditions. Some would think this would bring out the bold side of a body. Not in Luna’s case. Far from it, she tries to hide from the world, keeping to herself unless her skills are needed. Only in her chosen craft is Myntaluna comfortable talking to her peers. Even then she’s not the most vocal of girls, preferring to be straight to the point. Her work in herbalism seems to do most of the talking for her.
history:
Born the middle child of a cook and a lady harper in a trader’s caravan, Myntaluna was lucky enough to have a pretty normal childhood. Sure there were the usual bumps and scrapes, fights and bouts of tears, but for the most part Luna didn’t lack for a thing. Her father provided the structure the flighty girl needed, while her mother gave Myntaluna the grounds for her fertile imagination. In fact the whole family thought the starry-eyed girl would follow in her mother’s footsteps and become a harper as well.
But Mynta’s heart lay elsewhere. Her father’s elder sister had shown the girl a few tricks with cooking herbs during the girl’s early turns. From there Myntaluna took off. If there were those tricks surely there were others, right? While she did still listen aptly to her mother’s tales, Luna found a grounding in herbal uses and the growing of them. As soon as she was old enough Mynta turned to her aunt for a more structured learning world, and she blossomed there for a few turns. Her self-confidence grew, her world became slightly more aligned with that of her peers, but as all good stories go some evil must enter the world.
In Luna’s case it was the death of her family. Now this sounds like a major event right? For most it would be, for one’s family is everything. While Myntaluna was close to her mother and father as well as her siblings, their deaths didn’t hit her very hard. To hear her tell the tale it was a quick passing, a sudden storm catching the family by surprise. Unfortunately there is little to no way to collaborate this tale for Myntaluna was the only survivor. This traumatic event sent the girl farther into the shell she had discarded during her training with her aunt. Without a family to support her flighty ways, Luna finally found her way to the weyr. This trip that would normally take a few days took the girl almost a full season. Sadly Mynta doesn’t remember most of this time, only vaguely recalling using her aunt’s teaching and her mother’s tales to keep herself alive. What does the future hold for the blonde trader girl? One can only guess, but whatever Myntaluna decides to do with her life one can bet she’ll devote her whole being into it.
Craft Information:
craft: Healer
rank: Apprentice
speciality: Herb-lore and useage
If Candidate:
Color of dragon in order of preference:
Can you:
read? Yes
write? Yes
figure? Yes
