Post by Onyxaeon on Dec 20, 2008 20:59:38 GMT -5
Hall: Wher Hall
Name: Icyri
Gender: Female
Craft: Watch-wher handler
Rank: Queen WherHandler
Age: 27
Appearance: Icyri is rather short in stature, so much so, that people find it hard-neigh, impossible-to picture her as a wherhandler, much less a queen one. She stands at an even five feet, and nothing about her delicately muscled frame suggests she has the ability to hold back an angry wher, though that really doesn't factor into the matter. Or, at least that's what she claims. Whers, in Icyri's eyes, can be held at bay by a firm, locking stare, and there, she easily makes up for her lack of brawn. Her brown optics, mixed with green tints in the bright light, are almost frightening when she adds that menacing glow to them. Luckily, though, Icyri has not had to use such a look on Icysk or any other unfortunate soul in a long while, not since her wher training, anyway.
Her intimidation factors aside, Icyri is not truly something that most people find themselves chasing after. She has her curves, like any woman, but not very many where it counts, and she isn't so well endowed. Her tanned skin from her endless hours outside, though a compliment to her work ethic, isn't a desired trait where she comes from, and she has had to deal with the fact that not many men want someone who is willing to work longer and harder hours than they themselves do, and do the work far better. Short, almost spiky, black strands jut out from her scalp and to lightly cover her forehead, a rich ebony in coloring that she loves to style just out of the blue with random colors on the tips from dyes that only last about a week or so.
Personality: Icyri's a tomboy, and would have a better time with a guy than any girl; period. It's not that she's boyish, it's just that she enjoys more of the active outdoor life and hates the things most women seem to thrive on. The matters of gossip and things of that nature just...Make her shudder, because she hates conforming to the crowd and being anything aside from unique. In her mind, she's her own person, and that's how it's gonna stay. Generally rebellious and spirited in nature, she hates to be controlled, and wont stand for any dominating figure to loom over her. She can handle her own problems, and doesn't need the help of another, as she's made a point of proving many a times. She has little to no patience with other people aside from her fellow Wherhandlers, and a temper most, if they value their lives, try to avoid. Nowhere near the plain her body makes her appear, she is cunning, and loves to twist your words to her own little sentences and have your plans backfire on you. But, she hates for the same thing to be done to her. Yet she is neither manipulative nor a player. One wont find her wasting her time, as she lives for the moment, living each day as if it were her last, a result of her past that she has made the great effort to forget. The word's 'can't' and 'no' do not exist in her vocabulary, so it would be in your best interest not to use them.
History: Icyri was born to a small family who, originally, lived in the Southern Continent at Talune Hold. Her parents, journeymen by trade, where loving as any could be, yet Icyri always felt that was something missing from her modest life in the Hold. She spent her early turns working as a runner assistant part time, and then filling the rest of her hours with drudge work, but this only seemed to further the void she felt that was slowly, it seemed, killing her. When Talune Hold signed a contract to bring in a wherhandler to the Hold, Icyri saw the wher and fell in love with the creatures, and that void was never the cause of one of her many days of depression.
And so, she moved to the Wher Hall to train, bidding her parents a farewell to train and learn everything she possibly could about the creatures she was so utterly smitten by. Her training went by as smoothly as any could (a few pranks here and there, a few grueling exams and all night study sessions) and all in all, she proved her worth as a promising WherHandler. When one of the Hall's youngest queens had clutched for the first time, Icyri could barely contain her excitement at the mass of eggs as they were continuously being attended to by their dear mother. As they spent a few mandatory weeks hardening, Icyri bounced back and forth like an eager candidate for a dragon clutch, making bets this way and that as to who would receive what egg.
She had no clue as to what she was getting. And just about passed out when they handed her the very same egg she had been eyeballing since the moment it had been laid. She knew, without a doubt, she had a queen on her hands. She could feel it in her bones. And so, it wasn't a surprise for her like it was the rest of the craft for the brown sized opal queen to hatch from the egg, announcing herself as Icysk as she proudly wandered over to hers without so much as flicking her tail in the direction of anyone else.
Once Icysk and Icyri had bonded, the two went through a year and a half long course of training that dealt in etiquette for Hold Whers, proper thread consumption, and various other courses that the two had to attend for being a queen pair. When Icysk had fully matured, Icyri was once more in that 'baby phase' and could not help but wait in wonder over who would dare to chase after her Wher. They where tied up at Solse Hold after leading a group of merchants (at the time, Icysk was mainly a trade guarding Wher) when that time crept up, and Solse's own bronze Watch-Wher caught her. There the two remained until the eggs had been clutched, staying long enough to allow the eggs to harden and be strong enough for travel. They returned to the Wher Hall shortly after, making certain that the eggs were kept quite warm, but duty pulled the loving mother away from her precious eggs before they could be hatched, and she did not get to see her babies imprint on their own handlers. She only knew who Icyri had given the eggs off to after seeing the candidates for who could be one and, though she trusted her bonded, she would have loved to have been there.
Three clutches later, Icysk is still the same lively tempered thing she was when she first hatched, and now, Icyri better watch out, because this mother is expecting to turn out all sorts of trouble this turn. Wherever her duty takes her, or, whatever unlucky Hold is contracted to a mischief loving pair.
Father: Ryaon (Journeyman To Eastern Hold)
Mother: Cisi (Journeywoman To Eastern Hold)
Siblings: None
Pets: Snow flit, Calypso
Calypso is quite the tender thing...when she wants to be. She has a bit of an attitude that has come from her constant teasing of all those not her Mine or Icysk though, make no mistake, they get their fair share as well. Calypso is quite clever, often times not even having to be told about her Mine's errands because she picks up on what is needed just by her surroundings. She is very observant, and sometimes a little too playful, but overall a very good flit and an excellent mother. She tends to each clutch without pause, and never takes time to eat or really rest because her eggs' safety is primary. She is quite large for her coloring, the size of a healthy raven queen, with a mainly white body that is blinding if the light catches her hide right. Her feet are pitch black, while the tops of her wings are a lovely golden shade as well as her many ridges and wedged shaped skull.
Spring flit, Serenity
Serenity is just like her sister Calypso when it comes to being the caretaker or mom. She's a very trusting flit, and often times forgets the fact that she's a flit-no, she more thinks herself a wher because she almost worships Icysk for saving her and her sister-and quite petite. She is very sweet, never hurt a fly, and loves to pounce about randomly on all sorts of things when the mood strikes her. Serenity is impossibly calm for a flit, and has the patience of a saint when it comes to just about anything. Icyri doesn't think it's possible to upset the grass green flit.
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Wher Name: Icysk
Wher Color: Opal
Age: 6
Personality: Icysk is...an oddity for sure. She's as feisty as an opal can be, with a notorious short temper to match, but the similarities with her and other opals ends there. While she has been known for stirring up the atmosphere when she feels that it is too dull and life has become sickeningly boring, and she can often be seen pestering somebody, she doesn't go out in search of said trouble, and often finds herself the accidental cause. What can be said? Trouble just sticks to her side like a loyal canine. Icysk is a manipulator through and through, with wily charms that she uses to the best of her ability to goad others into doing her bidding when she is being exceptionally lazy. It's in her nature to flirt about with the males who think that they can croon their way into her heart, teasing them with tidbits of affection only to swiftly smack them on the snout later when they get a bit too clingy for her tastes. She's the perfect, doting mother to her eggs and, though she knows by now that they are usually sold off before they hatch, she can't help but feel a touch of motherly heartache when the time comes. She's determined to get Hers to allow her to see her next clutch hatch one by one so that she can coax her little ones to their respective Wherhandlers, a form of motherly 'you can do it!' coaxing, a thought she is hellbent on making a reality.
Appearance: Icysk's name itself takes light in her hide coloration. Like the opal dragons, her hide is a glow with many swirls of colors that are not normally seen in wher hides. Her thick skin is a pastel blue, mainly, that is. Around her feet, it looks as though someone has speckled snow over her, for white dots coat the area and the same goes for the underside of her abnormally soft belly and all along her wing membranes. Around her eye ridges, a spiraling shade of darker blue dips away from both the corners of her eyes, ending just as they reach the beginning of her jaw line and feathering out in very light wisps. As far as size goes, Icysk is not on the larger size for her coloring, but directly int eh middle. She is the size of what could be considered a /very/ large brown or a medium sized bronze at twenty seven meters in length, and she prides herself in the fact that her hide, no matter how many hours she spends working and without a single oiling, is always a beautiful, delightful coloration no matter what. The fact that she has mothered four clutches does not even make an appearance in her lithe frame, nor does her age of six turns, though that itself is very young for a Wher.
Name: Icyri
Gender: Female
Craft: Watch-wher handler
Rank: Queen WherHandler
Age: 27
Appearance: Icyri is rather short in stature, so much so, that people find it hard-neigh, impossible-to picture her as a wherhandler, much less a queen one. She stands at an even five feet, and nothing about her delicately muscled frame suggests she has the ability to hold back an angry wher, though that really doesn't factor into the matter. Or, at least that's what she claims. Whers, in Icyri's eyes, can be held at bay by a firm, locking stare, and there, she easily makes up for her lack of brawn. Her brown optics, mixed with green tints in the bright light, are almost frightening when she adds that menacing glow to them. Luckily, though, Icyri has not had to use such a look on Icysk or any other unfortunate soul in a long while, not since her wher training, anyway.
Her intimidation factors aside, Icyri is not truly something that most people find themselves chasing after. She has her curves, like any woman, but not very many where it counts, and she isn't so well endowed. Her tanned skin from her endless hours outside, though a compliment to her work ethic, isn't a desired trait where she comes from, and she has had to deal with the fact that not many men want someone who is willing to work longer and harder hours than they themselves do, and do the work far better. Short, almost spiky, black strands jut out from her scalp and to lightly cover her forehead, a rich ebony in coloring that she loves to style just out of the blue with random colors on the tips from dyes that only last about a week or so.
Personality: Icyri's a tomboy, and would have a better time with a guy than any girl; period. It's not that she's boyish, it's just that she enjoys more of the active outdoor life and hates the things most women seem to thrive on. The matters of gossip and things of that nature just...Make her shudder, because she hates conforming to the crowd and being anything aside from unique. In her mind, she's her own person, and that's how it's gonna stay. Generally rebellious and spirited in nature, she hates to be controlled, and wont stand for any dominating figure to loom over her. She can handle her own problems, and doesn't need the help of another, as she's made a point of proving many a times. She has little to no patience with other people aside from her fellow Wherhandlers, and a temper most, if they value their lives, try to avoid. Nowhere near the plain her body makes her appear, she is cunning, and loves to twist your words to her own little sentences and have your plans backfire on you. But, she hates for the same thing to be done to her. Yet she is neither manipulative nor a player. One wont find her wasting her time, as she lives for the moment, living each day as if it were her last, a result of her past that she has made the great effort to forget. The word's 'can't' and 'no' do not exist in her vocabulary, so it would be in your best interest not to use them.
History: Icyri was born to a small family who, originally, lived in the Southern Continent at Talune Hold. Her parents, journeymen by trade, where loving as any could be, yet Icyri always felt that was something missing from her modest life in the Hold. She spent her early turns working as a runner assistant part time, and then filling the rest of her hours with drudge work, but this only seemed to further the void she felt that was slowly, it seemed, killing her. When Talune Hold signed a contract to bring in a wherhandler to the Hold, Icyri saw the wher and fell in love with the creatures, and that void was never the cause of one of her many days of depression.
And so, she moved to the Wher Hall to train, bidding her parents a farewell to train and learn everything she possibly could about the creatures she was so utterly smitten by. Her training went by as smoothly as any could (a few pranks here and there, a few grueling exams and all night study sessions) and all in all, she proved her worth as a promising WherHandler. When one of the Hall's youngest queens had clutched for the first time, Icyri could barely contain her excitement at the mass of eggs as they were continuously being attended to by their dear mother. As they spent a few mandatory weeks hardening, Icyri bounced back and forth like an eager candidate for a dragon clutch, making bets this way and that as to who would receive what egg.
She had no clue as to what she was getting. And just about passed out when they handed her the very same egg she had been eyeballing since the moment it had been laid. She knew, without a doubt, she had a queen on her hands. She could feel it in her bones. And so, it wasn't a surprise for her like it was the rest of the craft for the brown sized opal queen to hatch from the egg, announcing herself as Icysk as she proudly wandered over to hers without so much as flicking her tail in the direction of anyone else.
Once Icysk and Icyri had bonded, the two went through a year and a half long course of training that dealt in etiquette for Hold Whers, proper thread consumption, and various other courses that the two had to attend for being a queen pair. When Icysk had fully matured, Icyri was once more in that 'baby phase' and could not help but wait in wonder over who would dare to chase after her Wher. They where tied up at Solse Hold after leading a group of merchants (at the time, Icysk was mainly a trade guarding Wher) when that time crept up, and Solse's own bronze Watch-Wher caught her. There the two remained until the eggs had been clutched, staying long enough to allow the eggs to harden and be strong enough for travel. They returned to the Wher Hall shortly after, making certain that the eggs were kept quite warm, but duty pulled the loving mother away from her precious eggs before they could be hatched, and she did not get to see her babies imprint on their own handlers. She only knew who Icyri had given the eggs off to after seeing the candidates for who could be one and, though she trusted her bonded, she would have loved to have been there.
Three clutches later, Icysk is still the same lively tempered thing she was when she first hatched, and now, Icyri better watch out, because this mother is expecting to turn out all sorts of trouble this turn. Wherever her duty takes her, or, whatever unlucky Hold is contracted to a mischief loving pair.
Father: Ryaon (Journeyman To Eastern Hold)
Mother: Cisi (Journeywoman To Eastern Hold)
Siblings: None
Pets: Snow flit, Calypso
Calypso is quite the tender thing...when she wants to be. She has a bit of an attitude that has come from her constant teasing of all those not her Mine or Icysk though, make no mistake, they get their fair share as well. Calypso is quite clever, often times not even having to be told about her Mine's errands because she picks up on what is needed just by her surroundings. She is very observant, and sometimes a little too playful, but overall a very good flit and an excellent mother. She tends to each clutch without pause, and never takes time to eat or really rest because her eggs' safety is primary. She is quite large for her coloring, the size of a healthy raven queen, with a mainly white body that is blinding if the light catches her hide right. Her feet are pitch black, while the tops of her wings are a lovely golden shade as well as her many ridges and wedged shaped skull.
Spring flit, Serenity
Serenity is just like her sister Calypso when it comes to being the caretaker or mom. She's a very trusting flit, and often times forgets the fact that she's a flit-no, she more thinks herself a wher because she almost worships Icysk for saving her and her sister-and quite petite. She is very sweet, never hurt a fly, and loves to pounce about randomly on all sorts of things when the mood strikes her. Serenity is impossibly calm for a flit, and has the patience of a saint when it comes to just about anything. Icyri doesn't think it's possible to upset the grass green flit.
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Wher Name: Icysk
Wher Color: Opal
Age: 6
Personality: Icysk is...an oddity for sure. She's as feisty as an opal can be, with a notorious short temper to match, but the similarities with her and other opals ends there. While she has been known for stirring up the atmosphere when she feels that it is too dull and life has become sickeningly boring, and she can often be seen pestering somebody, she doesn't go out in search of said trouble, and often finds herself the accidental cause. What can be said? Trouble just sticks to her side like a loyal canine. Icysk is a manipulator through and through, with wily charms that she uses to the best of her ability to goad others into doing her bidding when she is being exceptionally lazy. It's in her nature to flirt about with the males who think that they can croon their way into her heart, teasing them with tidbits of affection only to swiftly smack them on the snout later when they get a bit too clingy for her tastes. She's the perfect, doting mother to her eggs and, though she knows by now that they are usually sold off before they hatch, she can't help but feel a touch of motherly heartache when the time comes. She's determined to get Hers to allow her to see her next clutch hatch one by one so that she can coax her little ones to their respective Wherhandlers, a form of motherly 'you can do it!' coaxing, a thought she is hellbent on making a reality.
Appearance: Icysk's name itself takes light in her hide coloration. Like the opal dragons, her hide is a glow with many swirls of colors that are not normally seen in wher hides. Her thick skin is a pastel blue, mainly, that is. Around her feet, it looks as though someone has speckled snow over her, for white dots coat the area and the same goes for the underside of her abnormally soft belly and all along her wing membranes. Around her eye ridges, a spiraling shade of darker blue dips away from both the corners of her eyes, ending just as they reach the beginning of her jaw line and feathering out in very light wisps. As far as size goes, Icysk is not on the larger size for her coloring, but directly int eh middle. She is the size of what could be considered a /very/ large brown or a medium sized bronze at twenty seven meters in length, and she prides herself in the fact that her hide, no matter how many hours she spends working and without a single oiling, is always a beautiful, delightful coloration no matter what. The fact that she has mothered four clutches does not even make an appearance in her lithe frame, nor does her age of six turns, though that itself is very young for a Wher.
