Post by elainsie on Dec 23, 2008 6:04:21 GMT -5
Weyr: Eden
Name: Accalia
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank:Wingrider
Age: 34
Appearence: Accalia is very tall for a Pernese woman, and above average even by male height standards at 6'2. Along with her height she has long appendages, most noticeable of these being her legs, which constantly seem to impede her movement. Her figure can only be described as boyish, from bust to hips it is almost a vertical descent, with only a subtle hint of curves at both these points. Unfortunately she is not particularly appealing to the general male population, however neither is she disturbingly gruesome, rather falling in between at just plain and if it was not for her height most would forget her quite easily.
The woman has lightly tanned skinned, a rather pretty fawny-gold color, with eyes of a rich dark brown situated in her elongated face. Her hair is also a shade of brown, though lighter, a hue with the unfortunate name mousey brown. It falls straight to her shoulders and she has a fringe that skims the top of her dark eyebrows. Her nose is small and has a slightly squashed look to it.
She dresses to make herself oblivious, so favours drab, dark colors. Unfortunately for a girl of her height, unless she specifically gets clothes made up for her, she generally has to wear male clothing, although the notion does not bother her overly much.
Accalia has numerous scars, scratches and bruises on her body, however the fault of nearly every single one lies with her and her clumsiness.
Personality: Accalia was an awkward child, and not much changed as she approached adulthood. Constantly tripping over her own feet and knocking into things, her balance is only slightly better these days, a result of Turns of accidents and a good deal of caution. She is a walking disaster zone, and often found covered in bruises or in the infirmary getting patched up from her latest fall or accident. It is as if she had never really got used to her tall, lanky body. The only times Accalia seems to have a shred of grace are upon the back of her dragon or in the water.
As a result of her clumsiness social gatherings or being in rooms full of people cause her extreme anxiety, as she knows more often than not she will make a spectacle of herself. While Accalia does not mind a good friend laughing at her expense she can not stand it from a room of people and shies away from the slightest bit of attention, rather keeping to herself. Neither is she good at idle, shallow conversation which seems to be the norm of such affairs.
When there is no option but for her to attend such gatherings she attempts to make herself invisible on the outskirts, although her height marks her out like a sore thumb. As a result of this combined with her acumen she is very observant, and is usually a good judge of character, picking up on certain traits of a person that remain all but hidden from the casual spectator.
Despite her dislike of large social groups when in her comfort zone among close friends and family, the witty and clever girl is revealed. She can easily hold her own in conversations on a variety of topics however she thinks things over carefully before saying them out loud. Accalia is hardly the type to voice every thought that pops into her head and is often content to play the patient listener.
Not prone to fits of anger or rage, Accalia dislikes confrontation and if she feels insulted or hurt she keeps it to herself, rather than make a fuss and bring more attention down upon her head. This is not to say some things do not rile her, particularly any real or imagined slight to Rownith.
History: As the youngest of 4, Accalia was doted upon by her elder siblings and parents and had quite an easy life at East Hold, so far as could be had with the numerous accidents she was involved in. Lcukily for her, she never heard the rumours that others spoke of when they saw the girl covered in bruises and bandages, her parents sheltering her from such nonsense.
At the age of 11 Turns, things took a dive for the worse. Her father, who had seemed such a healthy and virile man, caught pneumonia and was bed-ridden for quite sometime. Things seemed to be getting better for him, until the usual colds and flus of the Winter season started spreading. With his weakened immune system, Lethan was hit badly, and died only a few days later from the secondary infection. Accalia was distraught. Her father had been her confidant, the one she had come to with her childish joys and woes, the one who had cradled her as she cried after breaking an arm, or twisting an ankle, always having with a kind, reassuring words for her.
And then Accalia became fearful for the rest of her family. They seemed all well now, but then so had her father. Who would be the next to leave her? Then and there, she decided to become a Healer, hoping that by learning the craft she would not only be able to save her own loved ones, but those of other people as well. After all with the number of accidents she had it seemed a good place to be.
Over the next Turn she shadowed the Healers at the Hold, of course getting under their feet, and creating general havoc wherever she went. Finally the Master in residence sent a letter to the Healer Hall, and Accalia was accepted as an apprentice. It was with great joy that she receieved the news, although when she realised this would mean leaving her family, it was tempered with some degree of sadness.
Nonetheless as the Turns passed by she became proficient in the skills of Healing, although her teachers felt she would hurt more people with her clumsiness then help once she progressed to Journeyman stage. She heard the news with regret and a great deal of hurt, though it was not until she was alone by herself that she shed tears over it.
Nearing her sixteenth Turn, a Search was conducted for a Clutch at Eden Weyr. Rather surprisingly for all parties concerned, one of the dragons took a liking to the girl, and she was asked if she wished to Stand. Accalia knew little about dragons or the Weyrlife except from that which she had learnt from the Ballads, and had never even thought of a life as a rider. However remebering the words of her teachers, she nodded her head silently. Surely she would be better off in a place where they felt they needed her, than here at the Hall where others though she was a hindrance.
On the day of Hatching, Accalia had already prepared herself for rejection, and surely enough she failed to Impress. She resumed duties as a drudge at the Weyr, until a Turn later when she was convinced to Stand again. This time she permitted herself to hope and Jade Rownith came up to her and asked why she had such a peculiar expression on her face.
Weyrlinghood followed the same pattern of Accalia's life, in that her teachers worried over her clutziness; Accalia and Rownith were the last pair to be permitted to fly. However it seemed in the air, and with Rownith's encourgament, the mishaps that palgued Accalia on ground vanished. A relief to Accalia and the Weyrling master.
Now, some four Turns since Impression, Accalia leads a happy life as member of Eden Weyr, grateful for the constantly encouraging and loving presence that is Rownith.
Father: Lethan (Deceased)
Mother: Mirae (Journeywoman Baker-50)
Siblings: Mae (sister-30), Lenne (sister-28), Crikan (brother-25)
Children: Adria and Kaliara (twin daughters-newborn)
Pets: None
Dragon Name: Rownith
Dragon Color: Jade
Age: 17
Personality: Despite her small size in relation to other dragons of her color, Rownith has a personality to match that of a much bigger dragon. She is terribly vain and gets grumpy when male dragons do not show her the deference she believes she deserves. Rownith is an irrepressible flirt, and is happiest in the few days before and during a flight when the males of the Weyr bevy around her, trying to win her over with compliments. Luckily for her she rises often. Frequently she chooses her mate purely on his ability to woo her, not having to care about the size of a Clutch or leadership of a Weyr, however she does like to draw out the process.
As far as Rownith is concerned she is not only as good as any Queen, but better. To compare her to a green, despite undoubtedly being a mutation of the line, will result in a life long snubbing of the reprobate, as it is an offence Rownith finds unforgivable.
It is only when airborne or on Search Rownith's intelligence is displayed, all asinine thoughts about superiority vanishing, although whether this is due to Accalia’s influence or her own natural ability is debatable.
Appearence: Rownith is on the smaller side for a jade at 21m, only just bigger than the smallest of greens. (Though of course this comparison would never be made in her hearing.) Her wings however are slightly larger than what would be expected proportionally for her body size, both in width and length. This does not seem impede her flight in, she is as swift as any other jade, her agile, muscular body performing feats during flights that would leave Accalia cringing in horror if she were not overcome with flight-lust.
Her hide is as striking as the gemstone she is named after, the base shade a light leafy green colour, however shades of other green scatter across her body; emerald green at the head while her front legs and belly are a pale, granny smith apple green. Freshly bathed and oiled her hide gleams like polished stone, although it is not nearly as cool or hard to touch.
Name: Accalia
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank:Wingrider
Age: 34
Appearence: Accalia is very tall for a Pernese woman, and above average even by male height standards at 6'2. Along with her height she has long appendages, most noticeable of these being her legs, which constantly seem to impede her movement. Her figure can only be described as boyish, from bust to hips it is almost a vertical descent, with only a subtle hint of curves at both these points. Unfortunately she is not particularly appealing to the general male population, however neither is she disturbingly gruesome, rather falling in between at just plain and if it was not for her height most would forget her quite easily.
The woman has lightly tanned skinned, a rather pretty fawny-gold color, with eyes of a rich dark brown situated in her elongated face. Her hair is also a shade of brown, though lighter, a hue with the unfortunate name mousey brown. It falls straight to her shoulders and she has a fringe that skims the top of her dark eyebrows. Her nose is small and has a slightly squashed look to it.
She dresses to make herself oblivious, so favours drab, dark colors. Unfortunately for a girl of her height, unless she specifically gets clothes made up for her, she generally has to wear male clothing, although the notion does not bother her overly much.
Accalia has numerous scars, scratches and bruises on her body, however the fault of nearly every single one lies with her and her clumsiness.
Personality: Accalia was an awkward child, and not much changed as she approached adulthood. Constantly tripping over her own feet and knocking into things, her balance is only slightly better these days, a result of Turns of accidents and a good deal of caution. She is a walking disaster zone, and often found covered in bruises or in the infirmary getting patched up from her latest fall or accident. It is as if she had never really got used to her tall, lanky body. The only times Accalia seems to have a shred of grace are upon the back of her dragon or in the water.
As a result of her clumsiness social gatherings or being in rooms full of people cause her extreme anxiety, as she knows more often than not she will make a spectacle of herself. While Accalia does not mind a good friend laughing at her expense she can not stand it from a room of people and shies away from the slightest bit of attention, rather keeping to herself. Neither is she good at idle, shallow conversation which seems to be the norm of such affairs.
When there is no option but for her to attend such gatherings she attempts to make herself invisible on the outskirts, although her height marks her out like a sore thumb. As a result of this combined with her acumen she is very observant, and is usually a good judge of character, picking up on certain traits of a person that remain all but hidden from the casual spectator.
Despite her dislike of large social groups when in her comfort zone among close friends and family, the witty and clever girl is revealed. She can easily hold her own in conversations on a variety of topics however she thinks things over carefully before saying them out loud. Accalia is hardly the type to voice every thought that pops into her head and is often content to play the patient listener.
Not prone to fits of anger or rage, Accalia dislikes confrontation and if she feels insulted or hurt she keeps it to herself, rather than make a fuss and bring more attention down upon her head. This is not to say some things do not rile her, particularly any real or imagined slight to Rownith.
History: As the youngest of 4, Accalia was doted upon by her elder siblings and parents and had quite an easy life at East Hold, so far as could be had with the numerous accidents she was involved in. Lcukily for her, she never heard the rumours that others spoke of when they saw the girl covered in bruises and bandages, her parents sheltering her from such nonsense.
At the age of 11 Turns, things took a dive for the worse. Her father, who had seemed such a healthy and virile man, caught pneumonia and was bed-ridden for quite sometime. Things seemed to be getting better for him, until the usual colds and flus of the Winter season started spreading. With his weakened immune system, Lethan was hit badly, and died only a few days later from the secondary infection. Accalia was distraught. Her father had been her confidant, the one she had come to with her childish joys and woes, the one who had cradled her as she cried after breaking an arm, or twisting an ankle, always having with a kind, reassuring words for her.
And then Accalia became fearful for the rest of her family. They seemed all well now, but then so had her father. Who would be the next to leave her? Then and there, she decided to become a Healer, hoping that by learning the craft she would not only be able to save her own loved ones, but those of other people as well. After all with the number of accidents she had it seemed a good place to be.
Over the next Turn she shadowed the Healers at the Hold, of course getting under their feet, and creating general havoc wherever she went. Finally the Master in residence sent a letter to the Healer Hall, and Accalia was accepted as an apprentice. It was with great joy that she receieved the news, although when she realised this would mean leaving her family, it was tempered with some degree of sadness.
Nonetheless as the Turns passed by she became proficient in the skills of Healing, although her teachers felt she would hurt more people with her clumsiness then help once she progressed to Journeyman stage. She heard the news with regret and a great deal of hurt, though it was not until she was alone by herself that she shed tears over it.
Nearing her sixteenth Turn, a Search was conducted for a Clutch at Eden Weyr. Rather surprisingly for all parties concerned, one of the dragons took a liking to the girl, and she was asked if she wished to Stand. Accalia knew little about dragons or the Weyrlife except from that which she had learnt from the Ballads, and had never even thought of a life as a rider. However remebering the words of her teachers, she nodded her head silently. Surely she would be better off in a place where they felt they needed her, than here at the Hall where others though she was a hindrance.
On the day of Hatching, Accalia had already prepared herself for rejection, and surely enough she failed to Impress. She resumed duties as a drudge at the Weyr, until a Turn later when she was convinced to Stand again. This time she permitted herself to hope and Jade Rownith came up to her and asked why she had such a peculiar expression on her face.
Weyrlinghood followed the same pattern of Accalia's life, in that her teachers worried over her clutziness; Accalia and Rownith were the last pair to be permitted to fly. However it seemed in the air, and with Rownith's encourgament, the mishaps that palgued Accalia on ground vanished. A relief to Accalia and the Weyrling master.
Now, some four Turns since Impression, Accalia leads a happy life as member of Eden Weyr, grateful for the constantly encouraging and loving presence that is Rownith.
Father: Lethan (Deceased)
Mother: Mirae (Journeywoman Baker-50)
Siblings: Mae (sister-30), Lenne (sister-28), Crikan (brother-25)
Children: Adria and Kaliara (twin daughters-newborn)
Pets: None
Dragon Name: Rownith
Dragon Color: Jade
Age: 17
Personality: Despite her small size in relation to other dragons of her color, Rownith has a personality to match that of a much bigger dragon. She is terribly vain and gets grumpy when male dragons do not show her the deference she believes she deserves. Rownith is an irrepressible flirt, and is happiest in the few days before and during a flight when the males of the Weyr bevy around her, trying to win her over with compliments. Luckily for her she rises often. Frequently she chooses her mate purely on his ability to woo her, not having to care about the size of a Clutch or leadership of a Weyr, however she does like to draw out the process.
As far as Rownith is concerned she is not only as good as any Queen, but better. To compare her to a green, despite undoubtedly being a mutation of the line, will result in a life long snubbing of the reprobate, as it is an offence Rownith finds unforgivable.
It is only when airborne or on Search Rownith's intelligence is displayed, all asinine thoughts about superiority vanishing, although whether this is due to Accalia’s influence or her own natural ability is debatable.
Appearence: Rownith is on the smaller side for a jade at 21m, only just bigger than the smallest of greens. (Though of course this comparison would never be made in her hearing.) Her wings however are slightly larger than what would be expected proportionally for her body size, both in width and length. This does not seem impede her flight in, she is as swift as any other jade, her agile, muscular body performing feats during flights that would leave Accalia cringing in horror if she were not overcome with flight-lust.
Her hide is as striking as the gemstone she is named after, the base shade a light leafy green colour, however shades of other green scatter across her body; emerald green at the head while her front legs and belly are a pale, granny smith apple green. Freshly bathed and oiled her hide gleams like polished stone, although it is not nearly as cool or hard to touch.
