Post by Lyrikitty on May 18, 2009 18:59:46 GMT -5
Weyr:
Atlanopolis Weyr
Name:
Yemaya
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Rank:
Wingrider/ Searchrider
Age:
20
Appearence:
Yemaya is the sort of person who is physically matched by her dragon. Her beauty is undeniable, as calm and serene as the very ocean, her almond-shaped eyes bright, forever curious and attentive, the hues a wheeling and churning hazel that tends to blues and greens, most commonly settling for a brilliant, enigmatic mixture of the two, a frothy sea-green, wih hints of blue dancing in tiny veins. Her enchanting eyes are rimmed by rich, sooty lashes, used primarily when the pair is on a Search, and Yemaya has to distract a father or older brother from child her Siryn wants.
This is not her only way of... Distraction, her body is more than enough to draw eyes to her, when she emerges from the sea draped only in a pale robe, no man could hope to resist. She has the body of a mythical goddess, or as close as the flawed human form may come. This alone might be enough to tempt some from the shores, and so to make her a searchrider.
Her charm does not cease even there. Her height is not so diminutive that it be ridiculous, though she will never tower over many, she stands at a petite 5'3", with a pinpoint waist and curves to make a man drool. Her weight comes from the lean, hard muscle earned from the not-so-easy life at the bottom of the ocean, hauling nets and helping with the food. She is as strong as she has to be, not taking pleasure in work, but not shirking it to lounge about idly.
As if in near-perfect compliment to her tempestuous eyes, her tresses fall in golden spirals, a bountiful cascade of pale gold, shining brightly in even the darkest night. Perhaps that is an exageration, but in a time when such a pale hair color is more rare than a prized jewel, to make a statement like that seems almost fair. She refuses to shear her prized hair, letting it hang in the many soft curls to her lower back.
She does not walk, but rather glide, having spent long hours practicing this if for no other reason than because she enjoys the fluid motion and the attention it brings.
Her clothing varies, when she is headed for the surface to Search, she favors draped clothing, which clings to her form when wet, the pale colors she chooses (most often white, or a pale blue-green to match her eyes) making her appear as though she were some mythical being, lost to the seas and returned to steal the hearts of man. Inside the Weyr, and for her everyday life, she wears loose tunics and fawn-colored leggings, with soft boots made from the skins of fish and other seacreatures caught by M'yaan's Nunth.
Personality:
Yemaya, for all her beauty, has an almost silent demeanor. For words to fall from her rosey lips is a rare and treasured thing. She says far more with her eyes, her expression, and her body than her voice. She will, however, speak regularly with her brother, M'yaan, and can't imagine a day of not speaking with him, for they share so many laughs in private.The rest of her silence is by choice purely, for when she dares to speak the sound is impossible to believe. Her tones are rich, soft, sweeter than any honey, and almost dangerously innocent. It is the voice of the mythical creature from terran lore, the siren. She could lure sailors to their death's, if only her heart were so dark.
Alas, and thankfully, there is not a mean bone in her body, her heart as pure and untainted as the way of life beneath the water's surface. She knows not the meaning of violence, a tender flower which has managed to avoid the pains in life. She and her beloved are both so spledidly innocent and naive that she is unable to leave the Weyr without at least two escorts. The reasoning for tihs was clear, the risk of them being lured into danger of one sort or another so high, and their beauty and wonder to valued to lose.
The only way to describe this woman is sweet. Time which is not spent loyally working to further the Weyr is spent with candidates, comforting those who are not yet accustomed to the life in Atlanopolis, soothing the fears of the youths who have only just been brought into the Weyr from their homes. In this regard she is a God-send, for she acts as the mother the children have lost, her presence alone enough to make many feel more at ease. For those in the worst shape, she will craddle them as she sits on their cots, and hum softly, rocking them back and forth. She could spend hours in the candidate barracks, and none would complain. Just as often she will visit the weyrling barracks and spend time with those who she comforted before, her sunny smile brightening the room and lifting even the most down of moods.
She adores her older brother, looking up to him and time he spends faithfully with the weyrlings of the Weyr. No better a man could there be, in her eyes, and she will nag him constantly to settle down with a Sirynrider and start himself a family. She is of the firm opinion, and surely not the only one of such, that M'yaan would make a wonderful father, if ever he would tear himself away from his duties. Not to mention she wants to be an aunt, and have young children tugging at the hem of her tunic to get her attention.
She is not eager for children of her own though, in fact she is frightened by the thought of it. Insecure at her own abilities as a mothering figure, she seems not to realize how helpful she is to the candidates when they are first brought in.
History:
Yemaya was born into the family after M'yaan, by several turns, and so it is a bit perplexing that they are so closely knit.
From day one, it was all but impossible for her father and brother to refuse her, the tiny infant need only make a small sound to have them at her side and trying to appease her. She never intentionally used them, only doing what any child will, and crying when hungry, or fussing when dirty. But how could anyone resist being charmed witless by the golden tresses and the big, innocent eyes that shifted hue constantly?
Yemaya was sheltered from many things in her youth, never were her ears exposed to indecent language from any of her family, never was she left alone for long, her father and brother adored her, and took their protective roles to whole new levels. It was only a matter of ime before she grew to a naive young child, who saw no bad in anything or anyone, no matter how hard she might look.
Perhaps not the best way to live, for her innocence and her gentle nature are what brought her to her current silence.
As a young thing, she had a small adventurous streak, and would on occasion slip away from the protective watch of those around her to explore the Weyr. It wasn't as though much could happen, no strangers could sneak up and steal her away, everyone knew almost everyone in the isolated place. So like any child who has known those around her for her entire life, she saw no danger in even those who were considered to be 'shifty'. This led to Yemaya feeling incredibly comfortable near anyone, and smiling shyly at all.
No matter where you go, what world or time you travel to, no matter how isolated and pure a place is, there will always be one or two hearts with ill intent brooding and growing steadily. One man, a drudge who had stood many times for Hatchings but never Impressed, took a keen interest in Yemaya, and spent many long and endless hours with her, listening to her babbling of childish stories and imaginative adventure which took place in her own weyr, humoring her, playing with her. Doing all the things that nearly anyone who knew Yemaya did. But as time trickled by, and the child grew a little older, the man's intentions shifted. It was a slow thing, the abuse, so slow that anyone observing would not have noticed the change in atmosphere surrounding them. One day, the drudge took Yemaya to his quarters, throwing her to the ground and taking advantage of the child. She made not a sound, and when he was done, he fled, leaving her shivering on the floor of his quarters as he dashed through the Weyr, to dive into one of the tunnels and drown himself. Hours slid by, crawling lazily, before M'yaan went in search of his baby sister, calling through the halls. Yemaya, refusing to say a single word, had appeared beside him, seemingly from nowhere.
Since then she has said very little to others, instead remaining silent and letting her actionds speak for her.
When time came for her Impression, she stood in the pool of water, nibbling on her lip anxiously. There was nothing to worry about, for the first little Siryn to Hatch went right to her, crooning sweetly and announcing herself to be Asraith. Yemaya had gasped, and thrown her arms around the Siryn's neck, smiling brightly. Their weyrling lessons passed in a blur, M'yaan determined they would do well, and doing everything in his power to ensure it, and Nunth helping Asraith in any way he could.
It was a proud day, when finally they graduated to riders, and prouder still when Asraith Rose, despite the threats Nunth and M'yaan had made to the men of the Weyr.
After, life fell into the smooth tempo of Weyr life, Yemaya and Asraith, accompanied by several kings, would go out and Search for candidates when a clutch was in the pools, they would sooth and bond with the newly found candidates, making the change in their lives a little bit easier, they would scour the bottom of the sea for pretty shells... And most importantly, they would spend time with M'yaan and Nunth, the four not having to go out and explore, or even talk, just sit around and enjoy eachother's company.
Father:
Amyan~ Kitchen drudge
Mother:
Eanie of Siryn Zyth
Siblings:
M'yaan of Sevrill Nunth
Pets:
None
Dragon Name:
Asraith
Dragon Color:
Siryn
Age:
5 (Too young to be a fertile Siryn)
Personality:
Of this pair, it is Asriath who is more social, which is saying a lot. while the majority of Yemaya's time is spent with candidates and with Y'maan, Asraith often ventures out, accompanied by three to six males, to explore the ocean floor. A favored way to pass the time is to scavenge for seashells, or to ask the males to find her pretty ones. There is never a reward offered, only her big, sweet eyes turned imploringly to the males, and her delicate figure drooping with faint depression.
Overall she is a cheerful creature, who brings light into the hearts of others. She adores children, and so it is no chore for her to go on a Search, but more an excuse for her to venture to the surface and to frolic in the shallow waters, sprawling herself onto a sunny rock to bathe in the warm rays and to lure young minds to her side, trusting her with their very lives.
Never would this sweet creature bring harm to another, so peaceful is she that she refuses to hunt, and were it not for Nunth bringing back fish to feed her, she would likely starve. She has no qualm with eating the raw meat, but with killing, and it sickens her to think of causing physcal hurt to another.
Asraith could spend hours attentively listening to the troubles of others, and she would never lift her lyrical voice in complaint. Everyone is deserving of her time, and she feels intense guilt when unable to help another, or when told she can do nothing. Worse still is when she herself must say no to someone, and so she must be carefully watched or the Siryn will unwittingly overload herself with promises and be unable to fulfill them all.
Appearence:
With the body typical to a Siryn, it is hard not to look at this lovely dragon and feel anything but protective. The dark plum washing over much of her body is not stained or sullied by markings or lighter patches, merely a solid hue which is slightly irridescent, when she lurks just under the water's surface. The lighter hues of her belly and wings membrane are dazzling when light pours from above, casting tinted shadows below and setting her into a brilliant glow. The color itself is a pastel lavender, steeply contrasted to the darker hue which covers most of her delicate frame.
She carries no arrogant or authoritive air about her, and in fact seems almost too humble to be a dragon at all. rarely can she take a compliment well, fumbling over a thanks and only endearing herself more to those about. She, like Yemaya, is sweet-natured and gentle, and could never dream to harm even a fly.
She does not, like some attractive creatures, flaunt nor pleade for attention, instead she sits shyly on the sidelines while others more bold than she take center stage. This is a trait which some find highly attractive though, for all her shy manners she is endearing beyond belief, and is a perfect way to lure potential candidates form the shore.
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