Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Dec 22, 2010 13:16:08 GMT -5
About you:
name: Sakoru
e-mail: black_dragon_rain@hotmail.com (I don't use it for contacting people, though)
age: 17
About the character:
name: Shemmoral
pronunciation: SHEHM-more-al
age: 18 turns.
rank: Weyrling
gender: Female.
orientation: Bisexual.
Family:
mother: Shial, 37, wingrider of green Temaketh, Nova Weyr
father: D'jei, 45, wingrider of blue Somth, Nova Weyr
sibling: None.
weyrmate/lover: None.
children: None.
other: None.
physical description:
Shemmoral is pretty enough by most standards - at least, her face is. Though tall and thin (she stands at an imposing height of 5'10" but weighs only 138 pounds), with no attractive curves whatsoever, the candidate's face makes up for it. Though gaunt, she possesses high cheekbones and large, intelligent green eyes, bordered on top by slender, wing-shaped brows. Her nose is slightly on the long side, of average width but unusually straight - almost knife-edged, in fact. It makes her look quite stern, actually, as does her small but shapely mouth. Of course, her lips aren't particularly full and her habit of pressing them together only makes them look even smaller. Still, it is made obvious by her eyes that Shemmoral has a wealth of intelligence behind them.
Her hair, unfortunately, isn't as beautiful as she might like. Though she always keeps it clean, it's somewhat coarse and a dark, dull brown in colour. Unlike her face, it suits the rest of her body. It's plain, and because it's perfectly and annoyingly straight, the way it falls to her shoulders only emphasizes the thinness of them. They're narrow, though strung with a bit of lean muscle, and extend into long, thin arms that could be mistaken for sticks. Everything about Shemmoral is long, actually - her torso, her arms, and her legs. Fortunately she's got a bit of muscle to her, but it's not enough to make her very strong. Besides that, if one ignores her face she looks just like a tall, pale, thin boy, thanks to her narrow hips. The women in the creche always teased her because they thought she wouldn't be able to bear proper children, and this has made Shemmoral terribly self-conscious about her boyish frame.
personality:
Fortunately, the candidate is smarter than she is pretty. In fact, she has been called a bookworm on numerous occasions - and she freely admits that she loves to read. Books are her life - at least, when she can sneak a moment away from candidate chores to indulge in them. Facts, fiction, biographies, biology, history... Shemmoral loves everything that can be written on the pages of a book. If it's written, it's guaranteed that she'll love it, or if she doesn't love it, she'll at least appreciate its merits. If you name a book, she'll generally have read it - and may have read it several times, in fact. Unfortunately, the same ability doesn't apply to numbers. Shemmoral can't figure to save her life, and the complexity of mathematics completely eludes her. She cannot figure out the logic behind anything more complicated than adding and subtracting and thus has decided that multiplication, division, and anything else that's complicated are completely useless to her.
Besides numbers, however, the candidate loves virtually everything. Though a little bit reserved, she holds boundless adoration for everything and everyone - dragons, flits (especially hers), riders, drudges, grass, trees, rocks! Everything! Nothing, she feels, is beyond the power of love and this makes her a hopeless romantic. Does she dream of falling in love and living the rest of her life with someone, someday? Absolutely. There's nothing more appealing to her. But with that hopeless romanticism comes a sense of realism. Shemmoral isn't stupid. She knows that what she wants is probably impossible but she wants it anyway. If she's disappointed, she is often crushed, but she knows to expect it and knows how to handle it. Though she's been in love before she's never been afraid to give her heart away again. Love, she feels, is worth being hurt for. A moment of pure joy is worth more than anything else, if it's spent with someone you care about.
Idealistic and brave, Shemmoral loves the idea of saving everyone from themselves and everything else. She knows perfectly well that it's impossible, however. But if ever anyone needs help or reassurance, she's an excellent person to talk to. Although sometimes unnecessarily blunt with her words, she usually tries to be tactful. Really she does. It's just that some of what she wants to say (although she tries to phrase it sensitively) cannot be said in nice terms. Are you missing three limbs and have a giant gouge in your head? Do you want to hear that you'll be just fine? Well... you won't. Not from Shemmoral. She will tell you, bluntly and maybe tearfully, that no, you won't survive. You're going to die so please, please don't make her cry about it. Crying is, to the candidate, just about the worst thing anyone could make her do. Dying? Bring it on. Cleaning latrines for a week? That too. But she hates to cry. Absolutely hates it. Despite or perhaps because of her romantic idealism, Shemmoral is convinced that her feelings shouldn't matter and tries to hide all the bad ones. Looking like you're happy is okay in her book; looking sad is not. So she tries, systematically and steadily, to try and eradicate all of the feelings she doesn't like. Thanks to her efforts, she can come off as irritatingly positive, and friendly, and altruistic, but there will invariably come a point when she snaps. Violence isn't beneath her and indeed she has been known to employ it on several occasions. One poor soul, in her past, received half a dozen extremely forceful slaps to the face. Though she isn't strong, the candidate's big hands make her hits a little more painful than they need to be.
All the same, Shem's heart is in the right place. She's a kind person, or at least she tries to be, despite her inclination to strike people when she gets angry. Oh, and her nasty habit of wantonly spouting cruel words when she's really frustrated. And the way she holds a grudge for turns and turns. But despite all that, she tries to be nice. She tries to be helpful and supportive, but she's only human. She gets frustrated, and has been known to flip out completely on occasion, causing painful memories for both her and those she's been angry with.
history:
Shemmoral's history was never a particularly interesting one. Conceived and born as the result of a greenflight, she was given to the creche to raise, as are most Weyr-born children. However, unlike some of them, she proved to have a bit of talent in the way of weaving, although this only appeared when she turned nine or so. Shipped off to the Weaverhall to become an apprentice, Shem never really regretted the transfer. She learned to weave and picked up every lesson with an acuity that the masters found pleasing. Although she was rarely directly praised, the weaver knew that others liked her work.
It soon became apparent that Shemmoral liked to make tapestries more than anything else. She created several small ones, all of which showed fanciful scenes of dragons and firelizards - sometimes fighting Thread, sometimes not. Though the tapestries were obviously not the work of a master, they looked nice enough and a couple of people requested work in exchange for marks, which she saved. There was a reason for her saving all her money and spending none of it: the girl wanted a firelizard egg. And she got it when she turned sixteen. On that fortuitous day, there was a Gather, and in the hopes that someone there might be selling flitter eggs, Shemmoral headed off to go find a seller.
She was lucky. Finding a vendor of flit eggs (there were only a couple left), Shem handed over her marks and adopted the egg as her own. Given an old clay pot in which to keep the sand for her egg, the girl wasted no time at all in filling it and placing it in front of the tiny fireplace in her room, keeping it nice and warm. And then, a couple of sevendays after she bought the egg, it hatched! A tiny white firelizard rolled out of the ruins of the broken shell, dazed with the effort of getting free, and Shemmoral hastily stuffed his mouth with meat, sealing the bond. She named her new pet Preske.
Preske became her constant companion. As long as he was quiet, he was allowed to stay with her when she worked, and his presence inspired the girl to make better, prettier things. Besides that, she had her lessons and instruction still, and became quite good at her craft. On her eighteenth birthday, she became a journeywoman, and was dispatched to Nova Weyr, her original home, to take up her craft. Preske came with her, and on the back of a blue dragon they headed to the Weyr.
Of course, the same blue dragon happened to be a Searcher, and having Shemmoral in such close proximity, he found it impossible to miss her. The rider declared her a candidate on the spot, and she arrived from between not only a journeywoman, but a candidate too.
Craft Information:
craft: Weaver
rank: Journeywoman
speciality: none.
Can you:
read? yes
write? yes
figure? no
dragon name: Hematith
dragon age: Newborn
dragon size: 26'0" (full grown)
physical description:
Picture!
Gray Hematith is a medium to smallish gray at 26 feet in length. Her dark gray hide has a dull sheen to it that gives it a somewhat metallic appearance but she'd never be mistaken for a silver. She's definitely not delicate; in fact she'll always look just a little bit chubby because of her naturally rounded appearance. Her strength and stamina are extreme for such a small dragon, but she pays for it with a decrease in speed.
personality:
Hematith is strong-willed for a dragon, and would dominate a weaker rider. She's cool in every emergency and takes pride in that fact, as well as in her considerable strength. She's loyal to a fault, but she will never coddle her rider, or anyone else for that matter. Whining is not allowed and defeat is not permitted. Criticism seems to slide right off her hide, yet she has a remarkable memory and takes everything into careful consideration. She tends to be cautious when making decisions, weighing all options, but once she has decided on a course of action, she will never give up on it. Stubbornness is definitely a byword for her personality. Despite her dedication, she seems to have little passion for anything, and keeps her emotions well hidden. She's serious and dutiful, and entirely sensible. She tends to look down on those who are frivolous or overly emotional, but she keeps here opinions to herself.
pets:
name: Preske
species: Firelizard
age: 4 turns
description:
Preske is a tiny firelizard even for his colour. Twelve and a half inches long, the flitter is probably one of the smallest pets running about the Weyr. Absolutely snow white, with no markings at all, the flitter is built delicately, with a narrow body and narrow limbs, and wings that look too big for his body. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body; he's so active that he burns it all off just zooming around. Bright and intelligent as all whites are, Preske also loves to please his owner. Loving and sweet, when trained he picked up immediately on manners and obedience, and now obeys without hesitation, popping between, carrying messages, and generally behaving himself. Being a very personable flitter, he also loves people - when they stay at a distance. The only one allowed to touch him is His, and he will politely between back to her if anyone tries to touch him. His favourite spot is Shemmoral's neck; he loves to turn himself into a necklace for her, believing that it makes her lovely and irresistible. It doesn't, of course, but it's the thought that counts, right?
name: Sakoru
e-mail: black_dragon_rain@hotmail.com (I don't use it for contacting people, though)
age: 17
About the character:
name: Shemmoral
pronunciation: SHEHM-more-al
age: 18 turns.
rank: Weyrling
gender: Female.
orientation: Bisexual.
Family:
mother: Shial, 37, wingrider of green Temaketh, Nova Weyr
father: D'jei, 45, wingrider of blue Somth, Nova Weyr
sibling: None.
weyrmate/lover: None.
children: None.
other: None.
physical description:
Shemmoral is pretty enough by most standards - at least, her face is. Though tall and thin (she stands at an imposing height of 5'10" but weighs only 138 pounds), with no attractive curves whatsoever, the candidate's face makes up for it. Though gaunt, she possesses high cheekbones and large, intelligent green eyes, bordered on top by slender, wing-shaped brows. Her nose is slightly on the long side, of average width but unusually straight - almost knife-edged, in fact. It makes her look quite stern, actually, as does her small but shapely mouth. Of course, her lips aren't particularly full and her habit of pressing them together only makes them look even smaller. Still, it is made obvious by her eyes that Shemmoral has a wealth of intelligence behind them.
Her hair, unfortunately, isn't as beautiful as she might like. Though she always keeps it clean, it's somewhat coarse and a dark, dull brown in colour. Unlike her face, it suits the rest of her body. It's plain, and because it's perfectly and annoyingly straight, the way it falls to her shoulders only emphasizes the thinness of them. They're narrow, though strung with a bit of lean muscle, and extend into long, thin arms that could be mistaken for sticks. Everything about Shemmoral is long, actually - her torso, her arms, and her legs. Fortunately she's got a bit of muscle to her, but it's not enough to make her very strong. Besides that, if one ignores her face she looks just like a tall, pale, thin boy, thanks to her narrow hips. The women in the creche always teased her because they thought she wouldn't be able to bear proper children, and this has made Shemmoral terribly self-conscious about her boyish frame.
personality:
Fortunately, the candidate is smarter than she is pretty. In fact, she has been called a bookworm on numerous occasions - and she freely admits that she loves to read. Books are her life - at least, when she can sneak a moment away from candidate chores to indulge in them. Facts, fiction, biographies, biology, history... Shemmoral loves everything that can be written on the pages of a book. If it's written, it's guaranteed that she'll love it, or if she doesn't love it, she'll at least appreciate its merits. If you name a book, she'll generally have read it - and may have read it several times, in fact. Unfortunately, the same ability doesn't apply to numbers. Shemmoral can't figure to save her life, and the complexity of mathematics completely eludes her. She cannot figure out the logic behind anything more complicated than adding and subtracting and thus has decided that multiplication, division, and anything else that's complicated are completely useless to her.
Besides numbers, however, the candidate loves virtually everything. Though a little bit reserved, she holds boundless adoration for everything and everyone - dragons, flits (especially hers), riders, drudges, grass, trees, rocks! Everything! Nothing, she feels, is beyond the power of love and this makes her a hopeless romantic. Does she dream of falling in love and living the rest of her life with someone, someday? Absolutely. There's nothing more appealing to her. But with that hopeless romanticism comes a sense of realism. Shemmoral isn't stupid. She knows that what she wants is probably impossible but she wants it anyway. If she's disappointed, she is often crushed, but she knows to expect it and knows how to handle it. Though she's been in love before she's never been afraid to give her heart away again. Love, she feels, is worth being hurt for. A moment of pure joy is worth more than anything else, if it's spent with someone you care about.
Idealistic and brave, Shemmoral loves the idea of saving everyone from themselves and everything else. She knows perfectly well that it's impossible, however. But if ever anyone needs help or reassurance, she's an excellent person to talk to. Although sometimes unnecessarily blunt with her words, she usually tries to be tactful. Really she does. It's just that some of what she wants to say (although she tries to phrase it sensitively) cannot be said in nice terms. Are you missing three limbs and have a giant gouge in your head? Do you want to hear that you'll be just fine? Well... you won't. Not from Shemmoral. She will tell you, bluntly and maybe tearfully, that no, you won't survive. You're going to die so please, please don't make her cry about it. Crying is, to the candidate, just about the worst thing anyone could make her do. Dying? Bring it on. Cleaning latrines for a week? That too. But she hates to cry. Absolutely hates it. Despite or perhaps because of her romantic idealism, Shemmoral is convinced that her feelings shouldn't matter and tries to hide all the bad ones. Looking like you're happy is okay in her book; looking sad is not. So she tries, systematically and steadily, to try and eradicate all of the feelings she doesn't like. Thanks to her efforts, she can come off as irritatingly positive, and friendly, and altruistic, but there will invariably come a point when she snaps. Violence isn't beneath her and indeed she has been known to employ it on several occasions. One poor soul, in her past, received half a dozen extremely forceful slaps to the face. Though she isn't strong, the candidate's big hands make her hits a little more painful than they need to be.
All the same, Shem's heart is in the right place. She's a kind person, or at least she tries to be, despite her inclination to strike people when she gets angry. Oh, and her nasty habit of wantonly spouting cruel words when she's really frustrated. And the way she holds a grudge for turns and turns. But despite all that, she tries to be nice. She tries to be helpful and supportive, but she's only human. She gets frustrated, and has been known to flip out completely on occasion, causing painful memories for both her and those she's been angry with.
history:
Shemmoral's history was never a particularly interesting one. Conceived and born as the result of a greenflight, she was given to the creche to raise, as are most Weyr-born children. However, unlike some of them, she proved to have a bit of talent in the way of weaving, although this only appeared when she turned nine or so. Shipped off to the Weaverhall to become an apprentice, Shem never really regretted the transfer. She learned to weave and picked up every lesson with an acuity that the masters found pleasing. Although she was rarely directly praised, the weaver knew that others liked her work.
It soon became apparent that Shemmoral liked to make tapestries more than anything else. She created several small ones, all of which showed fanciful scenes of dragons and firelizards - sometimes fighting Thread, sometimes not. Though the tapestries were obviously not the work of a master, they looked nice enough and a couple of people requested work in exchange for marks, which she saved. There was a reason for her saving all her money and spending none of it: the girl wanted a firelizard egg. And she got it when she turned sixteen. On that fortuitous day, there was a Gather, and in the hopes that someone there might be selling flitter eggs, Shemmoral headed off to go find a seller.
She was lucky. Finding a vendor of flit eggs (there were only a couple left), Shem handed over her marks and adopted the egg as her own. Given an old clay pot in which to keep the sand for her egg, the girl wasted no time at all in filling it and placing it in front of the tiny fireplace in her room, keeping it nice and warm. And then, a couple of sevendays after she bought the egg, it hatched! A tiny white firelizard rolled out of the ruins of the broken shell, dazed with the effort of getting free, and Shemmoral hastily stuffed his mouth with meat, sealing the bond. She named her new pet Preske.
Preske became her constant companion. As long as he was quiet, he was allowed to stay with her when she worked, and his presence inspired the girl to make better, prettier things. Besides that, she had her lessons and instruction still, and became quite good at her craft. On her eighteenth birthday, she became a journeywoman, and was dispatched to Nova Weyr, her original home, to take up her craft. Preske came with her, and on the back of a blue dragon they headed to the Weyr.
Of course, the same blue dragon happened to be a Searcher, and having Shemmoral in such close proximity, he found it impossible to miss her. The rider declared her a candidate on the spot, and she arrived from between not only a journeywoman, but a candidate too.
Craft Information:
craft: Weaver
rank: Journeywoman
speciality: none.
Can you:
read? yes
write? yes
figure? no
dragon name: Hematith
dragon age: Newborn
dragon size: 26'0" (full grown)
physical description:
Picture!
Gray Hematith is a medium to smallish gray at 26 feet in length. Her dark gray hide has a dull sheen to it that gives it a somewhat metallic appearance but she'd never be mistaken for a silver. She's definitely not delicate; in fact she'll always look just a little bit chubby because of her naturally rounded appearance. Her strength and stamina are extreme for such a small dragon, but she pays for it with a decrease in speed.
personality:
Hematith is strong-willed for a dragon, and would dominate a weaker rider. She's cool in every emergency and takes pride in that fact, as well as in her considerable strength. She's loyal to a fault, but she will never coddle her rider, or anyone else for that matter. Whining is not allowed and defeat is not permitted. Criticism seems to slide right off her hide, yet she has a remarkable memory and takes everything into careful consideration. She tends to be cautious when making decisions, weighing all options, but once she has decided on a course of action, she will never give up on it. Stubbornness is definitely a byword for her personality. Despite her dedication, she seems to have little passion for anything, and keeps her emotions well hidden. She's serious and dutiful, and entirely sensible. She tends to look down on those who are frivolous or overly emotional, but she keeps here opinions to herself.
pets:
name: Preske
species: Firelizard
age: 4 turns
description:
Preske is a tiny firelizard even for his colour. Twelve and a half inches long, the flitter is probably one of the smallest pets running about the Weyr. Absolutely snow white, with no markings at all, the flitter is built delicately, with a narrow body and narrow limbs, and wings that look too big for his body. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body; he's so active that he burns it all off just zooming around. Bright and intelligent as all whites are, Preske also loves to please his owner. Loving and sweet, when trained he picked up immediately on manners and obedience, and now obeys without hesitation, popping between, carrying messages, and generally behaving himself. Being a very personable flitter, he also loves people - when they stay at a distance. The only one allowed to touch him is His, and he will politely between back to her if anyone tries to touch him. His favourite spot is Shemmoral's neck; he loves to turn himself into a necklace for her, believing that it makes her lovely and irresistible. It doesn't, of course, but it's the thought that counts, right?