Post by Onyxaeon on Nov 23, 2008 7:21:33 GMT -5
Weyr: Talune Weyr
Name: Tain (Think taint)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider-Celestial Promise/Wingrider-Whispered Promise
Age: 19
Face Claim: Lucy Griffiths
Weyrmate: F'st pf Emerald Typhith
Appearance: Tain is about 5'5'' with a slender build adorned with subtle curves in near perfect proportion with the remaining features of her body. Curly, chestnut brown hair falls to her mid-back in soft ringlets, and she usually prefers to keep it around this length if not longer because her face is not built for shorter hair. In this same instance, with its length, she must tie it back often in order to bathe Mistith or perform various wing duties, especially during a Fall which she has not yet seen due to being a recent Weyr graduate. Her eyes are a deep, vibrant emerald green that always seem to hold a bold defiance about them with a fiery spirit that cannot possibly be tamed. There is a firmness about her gaze, a resistance to near any opposition which might come her way, though not in a matter of insubordination; she certainly has no issues following orders, and in fact will go out of her way to perform various tasks whether assigned to her or not for her Weyr. Her personal fire follows more along the lines of self passion, a personal desire to overcome challenges thrust her way and to obliterate them without even the slightest touch of effort on her part.Truly, this personal fire carries out into her general gait and appearance; she is a sight to behold when the day has decided to kiss her face with sunlight, though she doesn't admit to it or even really bother to notice the looks she has gotten over the years...As well as the looks she received from her fellow graduating riders because she had been bonded with a Green who was burdened with frequent Risings. This is not helped by the fact she maintains a near constant tan, mainly due to many hours spent outside on teh Watch Post or playing outside with her Green, because she never quite outgrewn the playfullness of her youth, although no one faults her for this but, rather, in fact enjoys it. She appears to be a rare form of untainted light amongst a sea of chaos and dark times.
Her time is spent within the Weyr in trying to keep her boundless, excited aura from bubbling up from the surface to soothe and calm others around her in a most motherly fashion, and she delights in this self-appointed goal of attempting to maintain a general happy-go-lucky feeling in everyone. This is not to say she exhibits an aura of ditsiness that prevails among most Greenriders, although she cannot escape the fact her Green's genuine silliness does not at times overcome her. She prides herself in holding an air of intelligence beyond her years, and this may be in large part due to recent near death experiences as well as the threat which has only recently left her beloved Green marred for life.
Personality: Tain is, to be honest, such the little sweetheart. She has the caretaker personality that forces her to more or less disregard her own needs to help the issues of others. It's a habit of hers to look after everyone, to be the shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it, and this gives her a greater understanding of the human heart than Searchriders and their dragons can even achieve. Tain is defiant about her freedom: she could never survive in a cage, bound by rules and regulations that contain her spirit. She would die of the isolation, because she has to be involved in life and try to spread as much of her boundless optimism as possible to the greatest number of people possible. She never minded sharing her love of all things fun and constantly gave random little bursts of oddness that could turn even the coldest of hearts to melted butter. Endlessly passionate, you will never hear a lie stumble forth from her lips, or find her bored because something will always been on her mind.
History: Tain was brought into the Weyr life when her mother, after nursing was long since finished, stowed her away in a tithe cart heading to Talune Weyr, attempting to give her a better life than what could be found in the Holds for her young mother had not been permitted to keep the infant and had her in secret. Much like the Biblical tale of Moses, she was sent away with prayers for a safe journey, tucked away in a wicker basket amongst the cart full of hay for runners within the Weyr and several sacks of fruits. The young babe made it, surprisingly, into the Weyr without making a sound, though the ride had been bumpy and the air cool for the Southern Continent in that particular beginning stage of the winter season and not quite yet end of the fall. It was the herd master who had found the young infant nestled amongst the fruits and brought her into the caring hands of the Headwoman, surprised and stunned because she had begun to cry when a runner had wandered too close to the basket, shoving his head into the basket to nudge at her with his large and curious nose. On that day, the Headwoman named the young orphan Tain, and the little girl was raised in the Weyr by several drudges. She never knew her parents, of course, but the Headwoman who treated her as her own daughter was well enough for the young girl, and that was that. She made no efforts to cause trouble in her youth, far too grateful after being told of her miracle arrival to push her luck, though the Headwoman would have never have done such a thing for she loved Tain dearly jsut as she did her other two daughters.
As Tain matured, she began to have that same dream that all young children go through: the fantasy of becoming a dragon rider. Lucky for her, though, she did not have to dream on it for long, because she was soon brought onto the sands to be a candidate for Talune's hatching thanks in large part to the coaxing of her surrogate mother and the Weyr's own rules about candidates being eligible to stand at the age of twelve. Of course the first time almost never results in an Impression, so she stood for several clutchs, watching the Opal Linnelyth Rise and throw clutches proceeding the death of her clutch mother. Tain only had hopes of Impressing around the age of seventeen, almost eighteen, but she never dreamed that the sweet little Green that stumbled forth, tripping out of her own shell and swatting away a nasty Bronze brother, would be hers. Her Mistith.
Weyrling training would prove a breeze for the two of them, and they graduated with flying colors into their respective Fall and duty wings; Celestial Promise and Whispered Promise. As a treat to herself, Tain attended a flit clutch hatching, coaxing herself a perfectful spazzy, yet adorable, little green flit to call her own, eventually gifting it the name of Sable. By the time Tain turned nineteen, her beloved Mistith had been close to Rising, and they found themselves out and about bathing Mistith--well, Tain had been attempting to bathe her--in the Weyr's lake. They were joined by the transfer pair F'st and his Emerald Typhith, and thigns were never quite the same after that night. Mainly because in a single night the devoted little Green had wormed her way into the Emerald's heart and coaxed him into wishing to join in her upcoming Flight as well as to follow her the following day unto the beach. Except the beach had never made it so far as to be a place of fun for them, and rather turned into a tragedy as a Rouge tainted Bronzepair had found the Greenpair before either F'st or his dragon could and an all out brawl ensued that nearly killed Mistith. In fact, her heart had indeed stopped and, had it not been for Typhith disregarding his own injuries and returning to the Weyr to find healers for her, she very well could have. She survived the incident, scars in the shapse of rough hearts, one upsidedown and one rightside up, adorning her underbelly that, once they had healed, were far lighter than the Green's forest shaded hide and stood out as a bold reminder to everyone within the Weyr the fierceness of her devotion to her rider that she had dared to assault a Bronze commanded by disease fueled rage to protect what was Hers.
When she had recovered enough to fly, instinct and biological timing had overcome her and she Rose for the first time. After being stolen from the air by an unfortunate Brown--whom Typhith later neutured for his inpudence--she was caught by the Emerald and this solidified their status as weyrmates.
Father: UNKNOWN
Mother: UNKNOWN
Siblings: UNKNOWN
Pets: Sable, Green Flit.[/color
Sable is a silly little flit, whose personality has greatly been influenced by Mistith, the flit's dearest companion. She ADORES playing, can't go a day without it, and can almost always be found scuffling at the Watch Post with her flit friends. She's a little softy, with a real short attention span. Tain often has to remind the flit of what bobble or errand the flit is off to at least three times before anything is actually done but, that aside, Sable is really a very well behaved green. She just...can't sit still, has to really concentrate to pay attention, and doesn't really take much seriously.
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Dragon Name: Mistith
Dragon Color: Green
Age: Two Turns
Personality: Mistith is wily and hot-headed like most Greens, but oddly uninterested in flirting. She can be flirtatious, certainly, but only if this is encouraged, which Tain is currently taking the time to instill in her. She prefers to sit and talk with her Mine rather than go out and try and get the males to chase her, and she seems very devoted to Tain. It only makes sense that this loving dragon will find her perfect mate, her ONE perfect mate, whom she would devote just as much time to him as she does to Hers. She's old fashioned, what more can be said? Mistith is a bit overprotective of Tain at times, always watching out for her Mine in various ways and not allowing any male rider to come near her unless both she and Tain know and get along with them. Almost like a big, lovable shadow. She's an anomaly among Greens because of these behaviors, but Tain loves her all the more because of it. It gives the Green a starting edge against the rest of the Green population because, once you have met her, it is very hard to remain the same.
Appearance: Mistith is rather small for her coloring, with only a thirteen foot body length and this so making her the smallest Green in and of the Weyr. Her hide is a deep forest green, with a lighter green on her under belly and wing membranes that, when it catches the light just right, is a sure sight to behold. As from a recent battle with the Bronze Nuath, she possess a open heart shaped scar that is a much lighter green than the rest of her hide, the scar covering most of her left flank. Upon first observing an individual, they get the uncanny feeling that she is judging them, a protective shadow that looms over Tain, though only in a motherly way. She couldn't be intimidating if her life depended on the matter, and this protective nature has only ever been called into question twice in her life; once with Nuath, and once with an unfortunate weyrling whom thought he could have Hers in which Mistith was forced to act and to kindly remind him with the removal of one testicle, that he should kindly mind his own business.
Name: Tain (Think taint)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider-Celestial Promise/Wingrider-Whispered Promise
Age: 19
Face Claim: Lucy Griffiths
Weyrmate: F'st pf Emerald Typhith
Appearance: Tain is about 5'5'' with a slender build adorned with subtle curves in near perfect proportion with the remaining features of her body. Curly, chestnut brown hair falls to her mid-back in soft ringlets, and she usually prefers to keep it around this length if not longer because her face is not built for shorter hair. In this same instance, with its length, she must tie it back often in order to bathe Mistith or perform various wing duties, especially during a Fall which she has not yet seen due to being a recent Weyr graduate. Her eyes are a deep, vibrant emerald green that always seem to hold a bold defiance about them with a fiery spirit that cannot possibly be tamed. There is a firmness about her gaze, a resistance to near any opposition which might come her way, though not in a matter of insubordination; she certainly has no issues following orders, and in fact will go out of her way to perform various tasks whether assigned to her or not for her Weyr. Her personal fire follows more along the lines of self passion, a personal desire to overcome challenges thrust her way and to obliterate them without even the slightest touch of effort on her part.Truly, this personal fire carries out into her general gait and appearance; she is a sight to behold when the day has decided to kiss her face with sunlight, though she doesn't admit to it or even really bother to notice the looks she has gotten over the years...As well as the looks she received from her fellow graduating riders because she had been bonded with a Green who was burdened with frequent Risings. This is not helped by the fact she maintains a near constant tan, mainly due to many hours spent outside on teh Watch Post or playing outside with her Green, because she never quite outgrewn the playfullness of her youth, although no one faults her for this but, rather, in fact enjoys it. She appears to be a rare form of untainted light amongst a sea of chaos and dark times.
Her time is spent within the Weyr in trying to keep her boundless, excited aura from bubbling up from the surface to soothe and calm others around her in a most motherly fashion, and she delights in this self-appointed goal of attempting to maintain a general happy-go-lucky feeling in everyone. This is not to say she exhibits an aura of ditsiness that prevails among most Greenriders, although she cannot escape the fact her Green's genuine silliness does not at times overcome her. She prides herself in holding an air of intelligence beyond her years, and this may be in large part due to recent near death experiences as well as the threat which has only recently left her beloved Green marred for life.
Personality: Tain is, to be honest, such the little sweetheart. She has the caretaker personality that forces her to more or less disregard her own needs to help the issues of others. It's a habit of hers to look after everyone, to be the shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it, and this gives her a greater understanding of the human heart than Searchriders and their dragons can even achieve. Tain is defiant about her freedom: she could never survive in a cage, bound by rules and regulations that contain her spirit. She would die of the isolation, because she has to be involved in life and try to spread as much of her boundless optimism as possible to the greatest number of people possible. She never minded sharing her love of all things fun and constantly gave random little bursts of oddness that could turn even the coldest of hearts to melted butter. Endlessly passionate, you will never hear a lie stumble forth from her lips, or find her bored because something will always been on her mind.
History: Tain was brought into the Weyr life when her mother, after nursing was long since finished, stowed her away in a tithe cart heading to Talune Weyr, attempting to give her a better life than what could be found in the Holds for her young mother had not been permitted to keep the infant and had her in secret. Much like the Biblical tale of Moses, she was sent away with prayers for a safe journey, tucked away in a wicker basket amongst the cart full of hay for runners within the Weyr and several sacks of fruits. The young babe made it, surprisingly, into the Weyr without making a sound, though the ride had been bumpy and the air cool for the Southern Continent in that particular beginning stage of the winter season and not quite yet end of the fall. It was the herd master who had found the young infant nestled amongst the fruits and brought her into the caring hands of the Headwoman, surprised and stunned because she had begun to cry when a runner had wandered too close to the basket, shoving his head into the basket to nudge at her with his large and curious nose. On that day, the Headwoman named the young orphan Tain, and the little girl was raised in the Weyr by several drudges. She never knew her parents, of course, but the Headwoman who treated her as her own daughter was well enough for the young girl, and that was that. She made no efforts to cause trouble in her youth, far too grateful after being told of her miracle arrival to push her luck, though the Headwoman would have never have done such a thing for she loved Tain dearly jsut as she did her other two daughters.
As Tain matured, she began to have that same dream that all young children go through: the fantasy of becoming a dragon rider. Lucky for her, though, she did not have to dream on it for long, because she was soon brought onto the sands to be a candidate for Talune's hatching thanks in large part to the coaxing of her surrogate mother and the Weyr's own rules about candidates being eligible to stand at the age of twelve. Of course the first time almost never results in an Impression, so she stood for several clutchs, watching the Opal Linnelyth Rise and throw clutches proceeding the death of her clutch mother. Tain only had hopes of Impressing around the age of seventeen, almost eighteen, but she never dreamed that the sweet little Green that stumbled forth, tripping out of her own shell and swatting away a nasty Bronze brother, would be hers. Her Mistith.
Weyrling training would prove a breeze for the two of them, and they graduated with flying colors into their respective Fall and duty wings; Celestial Promise and Whispered Promise. As a treat to herself, Tain attended a flit clutch hatching, coaxing herself a perfectful spazzy, yet adorable, little green flit to call her own, eventually gifting it the name of Sable. By the time Tain turned nineteen, her beloved Mistith had been close to Rising, and they found themselves out and about bathing Mistith--well, Tain had been attempting to bathe her--in the Weyr's lake. They were joined by the transfer pair F'st and his Emerald Typhith, and thigns were never quite the same after that night. Mainly because in a single night the devoted little Green had wormed her way into the Emerald's heart and coaxed him into wishing to join in her upcoming Flight as well as to follow her the following day unto the beach. Except the beach had never made it so far as to be a place of fun for them, and rather turned into a tragedy as a Rouge tainted Bronzepair had found the Greenpair before either F'st or his dragon could and an all out brawl ensued that nearly killed Mistith. In fact, her heart had indeed stopped and, had it not been for Typhith disregarding his own injuries and returning to the Weyr to find healers for her, she very well could have. She survived the incident, scars in the shapse of rough hearts, one upsidedown and one rightside up, adorning her underbelly that, once they had healed, were far lighter than the Green's forest shaded hide and stood out as a bold reminder to everyone within the Weyr the fierceness of her devotion to her rider that she had dared to assault a Bronze commanded by disease fueled rage to protect what was Hers.
When she had recovered enough to fly, instinct and biological timing had overcome her and she Rose for the first time. After being stolen from the air by an unfortunate Brown--whom Typhith later neutured for his inpudence--she was caught by the Emerald and this solidified their status as weyrmates.
Father: UNKNOWN
Mother: UNKNOWN
Siblings: UNKNOWN
Pets: Sable, Green Flit.[/color
Sable is a silly little flit, whose personality has greatly been influenced by Mistith, the flit's dearest companion. She ADORES playing, can't go a day without it, and can almost always be found scuffling at the Watch Post with her flit friends. She's a little softy, with a real short attention span. Tain often has to remind the flit of what bobble or errand the flit is off to at least three times before anything is actually done but, that aside, Sable is really a very well behaved green. She just...can't sit still, has to really concentrate to pay attention, and doesn't really take much seriously.
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Dragon Name: Mistith
Dragon Color: Green
Age: Two Turns
Personality: Mistith is wily and hot-headed like most Greens, but oddly uninterested in flirting. She can be flirtatious, certainly, but only if this is encouraged, which Tain is currently taking the time to instill in her. She prefers to sit and talk with her Mine rather than go out and try and get the males to chase her, and she seems very devoted to Tain. It only makes sense that this loving dragon will find her perfect mate, her ONE perfect mate, whom she would devote just as much time to him as she does to Hers. She's old fashioned, what more can be said? Mistith is a bit overprotective of Tain at times, always watching out for her Mine in various ways and not allowing any male rider to come near her unless both she and Tain know and get along with them. Almost like a big, lovable shadow. She's an anomaly among Greens because of these behaviors, but Tain loves her all the more because of it. It gives the Green a starting edge against the rest of the Green population because, once you have met her, it is very hard to remain the same.
Appearance: Mistith is rather small for her coloring, with only a thirteen foot body length and this so making her the smallest Green in and of the Weyr. Her hide is a deep forest green, with a lighter green on her under belly and wing membranes that, when it catches the light just right, is a sure sight to behold. As from a recent battle with the Bronze Nuath, she possess a open heart shaped scar that is a much lighter green than the rest of her hide, the scar covering most of her left flank. Upon first observing an individual, they get the uncanny feeling that she is judging them, a protective shadow that looms over Tain, though only in a motherly way. She couldn't be intimidating if her life depended on the matter, and this protective nature has only ever been called into question twice in her life; once with Nuath, and once with an unfortunate weyrling whom thought he could have Hers in which Mistith was forced to act and to kindly remind him with the removal of one testicle, that he should kindly mind his own business.
