Post by Lyrikitty on Jan 15, 2009 9:57:55 GMT -5
Weyr: Crystal Cavern
Name: Jayne
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Age: 50
Appearence: Jayen is a stocky woman, with a sharp eye and a brash manenr about her. Her hair is a dark brown, with a few streaks of gray starting to show, her skin only lightly tanned at best, her features stern, and almost too severe for her face. Her eyes are the only part of her that show kindness, and most consider the to be her best trait. Sharp though they may be, the soft tilt, and the almost doe-like look of the brown washes away much of her more unattractive features. Though she often looks distant, her mind is keen, and she is watching everything that happens, ready for something of interest to come around.
Her height is average standing at 5'6", though her legs are thicker than she'd like, her shoulders too broad.
As for colors and clothing, she wishes she could get away with pretty frocks and light colors, but anytime she tries them on, it turns disaterous, and so regretfully she wears earthy tones of brown and greens, that fit tightly nowhere, but are not so loose as to be sloppy.
Personality: Most of the time she is fairly confused, it's just her nature. Despite the stern aura that seems to hang around her, Jayne is realy a softie, with a big heart. She adores her beloved Green, and the pair can often be seen trying to race eachother about the Weyr, generally ending with one or both crashing into something.
Her mind has an innocent quality that even the Turns of passing, the first-hand sight of the terrors of Plague and the birth of Rouge could not taint or fade. She had an optimistic look on life, hoping always for the best, and crossing her fingers that the worst will simply pass over.
Jayne does have her darker moments, and a passionate hate for Magmas often clouds her vision. Many offers have been made to allow her to transfer out, but she sits determinedly in Crystal Cavern and refuses to leave, despite it being the native Weyr of those wretched creatures. What stemmed it is unknown save to herself and to Marluanth, and they tell no one, though it seems the Green shares the feeling of Magmas wholeheartedly.
History: Jayne is Weyr-born and bred, having been around since what some see as the dawn of time. Her youngest years were of no interest, however, it was when she turned twelve that her life gained a spark.
Jayne stood for a Hatching, eagerly, for the first time. The clutchmother was old and weary, her mate one of her most recently matured offspring, who's sire and his sire before him had all come from the Gold. It was a time before the mutations were common, before many werre even known about.
As the eggs rocked, and the shells splintered and fell away from hatchling after hatchling, Jayne kept her eyes open wide, searching for females, seaching for dragons likely to Impress to girl. Five Greens had hatched already, when Marluanth freed herself of her shell and staggered onto the sand, dazed. Gasps echoed through the Weyr as her hide shone in the dazzling light, the wonderous hues of green, but most importantly, the flecks of color dancing over her hide.
She creeled, looking about plaintively and making unsteady progress to the girls, whimpering to them and looking anxiously about.
Finally, the Green's head froze, her eyes staring into the distance, until she turned to look directly at Jayne, standing at the back of the crowd, and warbled. Mine... Mine your Marluanth is here now, let us go. With that, the calm about her fell, and the Green charged through the girls, knocking aside any that were not Jayne, to tackle the girl and lick her face happily, much like a canine.
After that incident, several turns passed, and the Plague ran rampant through Pern. Rider and dragon escaped it unscathed, though they watched their dearest friends, and a Brown who had caught the Green time and time again, all die painfully, miserable. Itr was hard to watch those they grew up with suffer, harder yet to watch them die, to hear the keening of dragons ringing through the Weyr at all hours of day and night.
They suffered through that, and found that the pain lifted with time, with healing. Life went on, until the mutation showed their faces in the Weyr.
They had no trouble accepting the Springs, for it was hard to hate such a creature, and when the Brown-sized Rubies came even that was accepted with grace. But it was the Emerald and the Magmas that Jayne saw trouble with, for the males were so large, they surely were kings, and now no Bronze would ever catch another queen, and the Magmas...
At the Hatching of the first Magma, Marluanth and Jayne were there. They watched the little queen as she rampaged, destroying everything in sight, leaving behind ehr a trail of blood and ichor, until she killed the very canidate she had been destined to bond to, and then Betweened herself.
That started the hate rider and dragon hold for the queens, but it came full-force when another hatched, and Impressed. Marluanth had been helping the Weyrlingmaster with training and drills, showing the agility of a Green as opposed to the sturdiness of a Brown, when a Magma in the group charged, hissing, and slaughtered the Brown bfore he could know what was happening. She almost caught Marluanth as well, btu the Green had been quicker and managed to escape, refusing to help with Weyrlings again, and fully hating Magmas.
Father: Anjain
Mother: Laynie
Siblings:
Pets:
Dragon Name: Marluanth
Dragon Color: Green
Age: 38
Personality: For the most part a very sweet, playful thing, who finds her greatest joys in charging about the Weyr like a hatchling and scuffling with anyone who'll play.
However, when she is due to Rise she is proddy and irate, a pain to be around and miserable to try and talk to. Thankfully she is only like that for about a week every other month, as she Rises one every two months.
Marluanth is easily distracted, and though she has age and experience under her belt, there are times when she acts like a weyrling durring drills and ruins things for herself. Most account it to her being a Green, and not even one with the newer, stronger bloods, but one hatched from an older queen who'd not fared well through life, and who's lines were not so strong. Added in the same queen had been caught by her sons since the first of them had been able to fly, and the imbredding involved becomes nearly staggering.
Appearence: She is a pretty thing, average sized, with nothing really out of poportion, it is easily her hide that draws the eye. The base is a rick emerald, not too dark, not too light, with a lighter underside. Her paws are darker, as are the ends of her wings. Over her entire body are flecks of blacks, blues, and reds, tiny specks so it almost looks as though she were spattered with dye. It is another defect of the imbreeding in her line, though few would venture to call it a defect.
Name: Jayne
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wingrider
Age: 50
Appearence: Jayen is a stocky woman, with a sharp eye and a brash manenr about her. Her hair is a dark brown, with a few streaks of gray starting to show, her skin only lightly tanned at best, her features stern, and almost too severe for her face. Her eyes are the only part of her that show kindness, and most consider the to be her best trait. Sharp though they may be, the soft tilt, and the almost doe-like look of the brown washes away much of her more unattractive features. Though she often looks distant, her mind is keen, and she is watching everything that happens, ready for something of interest to come around.
Her height is average standing at 5'6", though her legs are thicker than she'd like, her shoulders too broad.
As for colors and clothing, she wishes she could get away with pretty frocks and light colors, but anytime she tries them on, it turns disaterous, and so regretfully she wears earthy tones of brown and greens, that fit tightly nowhere, but are not so loose as to be sloppy.
Personality: Most of the time she is fairly confused, it's just her nature. Despite the stern aura that seems to hang around her, Jayne is realy a softie, with a big heart. She adores her beloved Green, and the pair can often be seen trying to race eachother about the Weyr, generally ending with one or both crashing into something.
Her mind has an innocent quality that even the Turns of passing, the first-hand sight of the terrors of Plague and the birth of Rouge could not taint or fade. She had an optimistic look on life, hoping always for the best, and crossing her fingers that the worst will simply pass over.
Jayne does have her darker moments, and a passionate hate for Magmas often clouds her vision. Many offers have been made to allow her to transfer out, but she sits determinedly in Crystal Cavern and refuses to leave, despite it being the native Weyr of those wretched creatures. What stemmed it is unknown save to herself and to Marluanth, and they tell no one, though it seems the Green shares the feeling of Magmas wholeheartedly.
History: Jayne is Weyr-born and bred, having been around since what some see as the dawn of time. Her youngest years were of no interest, however, it was when she turned twelve that her life gained a spark.
Jayne stood for a Hatching, eagerly, for the first time. The clutchmother was old and weary, her mate one of her most recently matured offspring, who's sire and his sire before him had all come from the Gold. It was a time before the mutations were common, before many werre even known about.
As the eggs rocked, and the shells splintered and fell away from hatchling after hatchling, Jayne kept her eyes open wide, searching for females, seaching for dragons likely to Impress to girl. Five Greens had hatched already, when Marluanth freed herself of her shell and staggered onto the sand, dazed. Gasps echoed through the Weyr as her hide shone in the dazzling light, the wonderous hues of green, but most importantly, the flecks of color dancing over her hide.
She creeled, looking about plaintively and making unsteady progress to the girls, whimpering to them and looking anxiously about.
Finally, the Green's head froze, her eyes staring into the distance, until she turned to look directly at Jayne, standing at the back of the crowd, and warbled. Mine... Mine your Marluanth is here now, let us go. With that, the calm about her fell, and the Green charged through the girls, knocking aside any that were not Jayne, to tackle the girl and lick her face happily, much like a canine.
After that incident, several turns passed, and the Plague ran rampant through Pern. Rider and dragon escaped it unscathed, though they watched their dearest friends, and a Brown who had caught the Green time and time again, all die painfully, miserable. Itr was hard to watch those they grew up with suffer, harder yet to watch them die, to hear the keening of dragons ringing through the Weyr at all hours of day and night.
They suffered through that, and found that the pain lifted with time, with healing. Life went on, until the mutation showed their faces in the Weyr.
They had no trouble accepting the Springs, for it was hard to hate such a creature, and when the Brown-sized Rubies came even that was accepted with grace. But it was the Emerald and the Magmas that Jayne saw trouble with, for the males were so large, they surely were kings, and now no Bronze would ever catch another queen, and the Magmas...
At the Hatching of the first Magma, Marluanth and Jayne were there. They watched the little queen as she rampaged, destroying everything in sight, leaving behind ehr a trail of blood and ichor, until she killed the very canidate she had been destined to bond to, and then Betweened herself.
That started the hate rider and dragon hold for the queens, but it came full-force when another hatched, and Impressed. Marluanth had been helping the Weyrlingmaster with training and drills, showing the agility of a Green as opposed to the sturdiness of a Brown, when a Magma in the group charged, hissing, and slaughtered the Brown bfore he could know what was happening. She almost caught Marluanth as well, btu the Green had been quicker and managed to escape, refusing to help with Weyrlings again, and fully hating Magmas.
Father: Anjain
Mother: Laynie
Siblings:
Pets:
Dragon Name: Marluanth
Dragon Color: Green
Age: 38
Personality: For the most part a very sweet, playful thing, who finds her greatest joys in charging about the Weyr like a hatchling and scuffling with anyone who'll play.
However, when she is due to Rise she is proddy and irate, a pain to be around and miserable to try and talk to. Thankfully she is only like that for about a week every other month, as she Rises one every two months.
Marluanth is easily distracted, and though she has age and experience under her belt, there are times when she acts like a weyrling durring drills and ruins things for herself. Most account it to her being a Green, and not even one with the newer, stronger bloods, but one hatched from an older queen who'd not fared well through life, and who's lines were not so strong. Added in the same queen had been caught by her sons since the first of them had been able to fly, and the imbredding involved becomes nearly staggering.
Appearence: She is a pretty thing, average sized, with nothing really out of poportion, it is easily her hide that draws the eye. The base is a rick emerald, not too dark, not too light, with a lighter underside. Her paws are darker, as are the ends of her wings. Over her entire body are flecks of blacks, blues, and reds, tiny specks so it almost looks as though she were spattered with dye. It is another defect of the imbreeding in her line, though few would venture to call it a defect.