Post by Lauri on May 31, 2009 22:11:48 GMT -5
Name: Jeri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Weyrling
Age: 22 Turns
Appearance: She has true Afro-American hair: tightly curly like lamb's wool and black in color. When she first comes to the Weyr, she has an afro that would make a '70's Jackson 5-wannabe wilt with envy. She quickly has it cropped down very close to her skull, and has kept it that way for a few Turns; she's been letting it grow into dreadlocks, and decorates them with beads and other shiny objects. The white of her eyes are almost shockingly bright against her dark pupils and skin. She has thick, dark lashes and considers her eyelashes her most flattering feature. She uses them a lot.
5'10". She is wiry, thin, and has dis-proportionately long legs. This girl has the body of an Olympic gymnast-- trim, not an ounce of fat, all muscle, and no hint of developing a set of hips or bust any time soon. When Jeri's hormones do begin to start flowing, she'll bud slightly in the hips and chest, but the final result still leaves her looking fashion-model-catwalk-correct scrawny. She has extraordinarily long fingers, long feet, and strong-looking, well-callused hands.
Has numerous small nicks and marks on her hands and arms from blade accidents; some additional small scars on torso, legs and back, but nothing that's extraordinarily obvious or particularly disfiguring.
Her skin is very dark chocolate brown and she has an oval face, smooth skin, thick cupid-bow lips, and high round cheekbones. Jeri has very plain facial features and is no one's beauty, but she does have extremely nice teeth. Next to her eyelashes, she very much admires her teeth, and smiles a lot to show them off. Jeri has a very animated, expressive face and would make a top-rank street mime in a heartbeat. Also, Jeri is double jointed and has a very high pain thresh hold (she doesn't even notice minor scrapes, cuts, bruises, etc.). In addition, she is ambidextrous-- this is a learned skill, however; when she's under stress or in real pain or strain, she'll favor her right hand over her left.
Jeri has a rich, throaty contralto voice. Her singing range is excellent-- she can manage a well-exercised second soprano with one heck of a falsetto when she reaches for it. Her singing voice is more, well, distinctive than pretty: this girl is a Tina Turner rather than a Whitney Houston. Speech-wise, she has a colorful, wacky way of talking-- her syntax is sometimes scrambled, and her vocabulary and way of describing something can be unusually colorful.
When it comes to her clothing, put on your sunglasses to shield yourself, please! This girl has an... unique sense of fashion. She loves flashy, bold, bright colors, unusually designed clothing, and exotic prints. She'll combine elements of clothing normally considered not fashionable together and get away with it through sheer chutzpa. Also likes painting her fingernails and toenails in brilliant color, and will often run around barefoot or in sandals, even in wet or snowy weather. Face paints, too, are not uncommon-- she'll make elaborate artistic applications of eye makeup, extending around the side of her head to the hairline, or sometimes she'll paint symbols (lightning bolts, flowers, dragons, etc.) on her cheeks. It doesn't matter what the situation is-- she'll be over dressed, weirdly dressed, and often court-jester dressed.
Personality: The single, best way to describe Jeri can be done in one word: eccentric. This girl is so eccentric that many people believe she's crazy. She was pretty much left to her own devices when it came to developing a code of morals and behavior as a child-- and so she's grown like a fairy-weed. She is a free thinker and a free speaker, with a mobile mind and mouth. She's fey and impulsive, and at times a real bubblehead, as things she doesn't care about will literally evaporate from her mind.
Jeri is a strong-willed girl with a very centered belief of who and what she is, and of what space she fills in the universe. Despite childhood abuses, Jeri has an durable sense of self-confidence. She is always optimistic, and is endlessly affectionate. She'll hug absolute strangers as if they were long-lost relatives, and she's very much a touchy-feeling person when it comes to physical contact. Again, she is an optimistic girl-- almost sickeningly so. She'll grieve when she has to, but otherwise, she LIKES being happy, and so goes out of her own mental way to remain so.
Jeri is a walking morale-department-- she's always on the lookout for an unhappy face, and once she spots one, she tries to make that person's day a little brighter. She considers it her personal geas in life to make people happy, and she'll go to outrageous lengths to make it so. She is not someone who is interested in organizing physical things-- she deals with people, not inventory.
Being social-- this girl appears to wilt if she's not in direct, constant contact with other people. She'd survive in complete isolation, after all, she considers herself both her own best friend and best conversationalist, but she much prefers being around people. She spends much of her spare time roaming around, joining in on conversations, parties, etc., and generally keeping her ear open (this girl has no compunction against eavesdropping -- she just prefers not to get caught at it!).
Jeri's range of skills are nearly as eccentric as she is herself. First off, this girl was raised by holdless performers. Because of this, Jeri is a consummate actress, performer, and ham. She is an excellent storyteller, good at both improvising and at retelling old favorites. She is a talented singer and dancer, although neither her singing or dancing is at all properly traditional. She's an excellent acrobat, and nearly a contortionist-- being double-jointed helps, as well as does having a very high pain threshold. She can also juggle quite proficiently, including multiple knives or flaming torches (She's earned the scars from learning these talents-- just look at her hands or arms to tell it!). This girl is a natural counselor-- and she loves knowing what makes people tick. She is endlessly fascinated by both the human mind and the human condition. She has a bottomless reservoir of patience when it comes to being another soul's shoulder to cry on, and she's uncannily perceptive at identifying the root of another's mental anguish-- often long before the other individual themselves know about it. She's very good at being at the right place at the right time with exactly the right words to keep an absolute stranger from jumping off the proverbial bridge.
History: Jeri was taken in as by a band of holdless as a 1 1/2 year old child, but whether she was sold to the holdless, kidnapped by them, or simply adopted by them is unknown. At any rate, this band of holdless was the shiftless, dishonest type who survived through petty theft and public performances at Gathers (as well as by-- it is rumored-- acting as collectors for a child-slavery ring operating between the Continents). The leader of this band, an ex-Craftmaster Harper by the name of Currae, was cast out of the Northern Hall and his entire craft soon after earning his craftmaster knots after he was convicted of molesting a child at Ista Hold. Currae went south and began the life of a troubadour-- over a space of a decade, he had collected a small knot of companions into his band. Jeri became Currae's child -- never formerly adopted by him, but she was his favorite pet. It is certainly a sign of his affection for her that Jeri was never sold off as a child, although she did endure physical, emotional, and sexual abuse at various times with the band, and there was active plans for her to start prostituting herself, as other members of the band did, once she had grown old enough to menstruate.
Jeri learned her various performance and thieving skills from the holdless band, and in her opinion, had a mostly-wonderful childhood roaming the Southern Continent. She participated in the group's performances and often in their petty thievery as well when required. The freedom from responsibility which the traveling life offered suited her, as did the myriad types of people she got to meet during the course of those travels.
Her traveling life ended, however, when Currae's band of holdless came to the Talune Weyr for a Weyrgather, and she was Searched.
Father: Unknown (Redja)
Mother: Unknown (Erin)
Siblings: None
Pets: None
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Dragon Name: Folkvarth
Dragon Color: Mimic
Age: Newborn
Personality: This is a work in progress.
"Folkvarth stands as your Sword, the guardian of your people through the force of his brutality. Fedorath is your Shield, your divine gift whom shall guard your flock with her very life, and her fierce loyalties shall tie the loose ends together, just as Folkvarth's shall bind them in blood. And of myself? Why, I am your Mirror. Fremonth, guardian of freedom."
- Attached to Fedorath and Fremonth
- Impatient and easily frustrated
- Thirsts for war and has, of the trio, the most violent tendencies.
- Demanding and very pushy, tends to throw his weight around without giving a rat's ass about anyone.
- Stubborn as a horse
- Is usually silent as a rock which would lead others to believe he is as dumb as one too, but this is not the case. Even though he is not as good as his immediate siblings at expressing himself, it is obvious he holds an amount of intelligence that surpasses most other dragons. Despite the fact that it seems to be of a feral nature.
Appearance:
"...in time to watch the male who had bitten him swirl shades of emerald, faint stripes occasionally appearing along his outline, his eyes too taking the deep emerald shade with veins of the stripes that coated the Emerald's body. Typhith had clearly been his choice of copy material..."
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Weyrling
Age: 22 Turns
Appearance: She has true Afro-American hair: tightly curly like lamb's wool and black in color. When she first comes to the Weyr, she has an afro that would make a '70's Jackson 5-wannabe wilt with envy. She quickly has it cropped down very close to her skull, and has kept it that way for a few Turns; she's been letting it grow into dreadlocks, and decorates them with beads and other shiny objects. The white of her eyes are almost shockingly bright against her dark pupils and skin. She has thick, dark lashes and considers her eyelashes her most flattering feature. She uses them a lot.
5'10". She is wiry, thin, and has dis-proportionately long legs. This girl has the body of an Olympic gymnast-- trim, not an ounce of fat, all muscle, and no hint of developing a set of hips or bust any time soon. When Jeri's hormones do begin to start flowing, she'll bud slightly in the hips and chest, but the final result still leaves her looking fashion-model-catwalk-correct scrawny. She has extraordinarily long fingers, long feet, and strong-looking, well-callused hands.
Has numerous small nicks and marks on her hands and arms from blade accidents; some additional small scars on torso, legs and back, but nothing that's extraordinarily obvious or particularly disfiguring.
Her skin is very dark chocolate brown and she has an oval face, smooth skin, thick cupid-bow lips, and high round cheekbones. Jeri has very plain facial features and is no one's beauty, but she does have extremely nice teeth. Next to her eyelashes, she very much admires her teeth, and smiles a lot to show them off. Jeri has a very animated, expressive face and would make a top-rank street mime in a heartbeat. Also, Jeri is double jointed and has a very high pain thresh hold (she doesn't even notice minor scrapes, cuts, bruises, etc.). In addition, she is ambidextrous-- this is a learned skill, however; when she's under stress or in real pain or strain, she'll favor her right hand over her left.
Jeri has a rich, throaty contralto voice. Her singing range is excellent-- she can manage a well-exercised second soprano with one heck of a falsetto when she reaches for it. Her singing voice is more, well, distinctive than pretty: this girl is a Tina Turner rather than a Whitney Houston. Speech-wise, she has a colorful, wacky way of talking-- her syntax is sometimes scrambled, and her vocabulary and way of describing something can be unusually colorful.
When it comes to her clothing, put on your sunglasses to shield yourself, please! This girl has an... unique sense of fashion. She loves flashy, bold, bright colors, unusually designed clothing, and exotic prints. She'll combine elements of clothing normally considered not fashionable together and get away with it through sheer chutzpa. Also likes painting her fingernails and toenails in brilliant color, and will often run around barefoot or in sandals, even in wet or snowy weather. Face paints, too, are not uncommon-- she'll make elaborate artistic applications of eye makeup, extending around the side of her head to the hairline, or sometimes she'll paint symbols (lightning bolts, flowers, dragons, etc.) on her cheeks. It doesn't matter what the situation is-- she'll be over dressed, weirdly dressed, and often court-jester dressed.
Personality: The single, best way to describe Jeri can be done in one word: eccentric. This girl is so eccentric that many people believe she's crazy. She was pretty much left to her own devices when it came to developing a code of morals and behavior as a child-- and so she's grown like a fairy-weed. She is a free thinker and a free speaker, with a mobile mind and mouth. She's fey and impulsive, and at times a real bubblehead, as things she doesn't care about will literally evaporate from her mind.
Jeri is a strong-willed girl with a very centered belief of who and what she is, and of what space she fills in the universe. Despite childhood abuses, Jeri has an durable sense of self-confidence. She is always optimistic, and is endlessly affectionate. She'll hug absolute strangers as if they were long-lost relatives, and she's very much a touchy-feeling person when it comes to physical contact. Again, she is an optimistic girl-- almost sickeningly so. She'll grieve when she has to, but otherwise, she LIKES being happy, and so goes out of her own mental way to remain so.
Jeri is a walking morale-department-- she's always on the lookout for an unhappy face, and once she spots one, she tries to make that person's day a little brighter. She considers it her personal geas in life to make people happy, and she'll go to outrageous lengths to make it so. She is not someone who is interested in organizing physical things-- she deals with people, not inventory.
Being social-- this girl appears to wilt if she's not in direct, constant contact with other people. She'd survive in complete isolation, after all, she considers herself both her own best friend and best conversationalist, but she much prefers being around people. She spends much of her spare time roaming around, joining in on conversations, parties, etc., and generally keeping her ear open (this girl has no compunction against eavesdropping -- she just prefers not to get caught at it!).
Jeri's range of skills are nearly as eccentric as she is herself. First off, this girl was raised by holdless performers. Because of this, Jeri is a consummate actress, performer, and ham. She is an excellent storyteller, good at both improvising and at retelling old favorites. She is a talented singer and dancer, although neither her singing or dancing is at all properly traditional. She's an excellent acrobat, and nearly a contortionist-- being double-jointed helps, as well as does having a very high pain threshold. She can also juggle quite proficiently, including multiple knives or flaming torches (She's earned the scars from learning these talents-- just look at her hands or arms to tell it!). This girl is a natural counselor-- and she loves knowing what makes people tick. She is endlessly fascinated by both the human mind and the human condition. She has a bottomless reservoir of patience when it comes to being another soul's shoulder to cry on, and she's uncannily perceptive at identifying the root of another's mental anguish-- often long before the other individual themselves know about it. She's very good at being at the right place at the right time with exactly the right words to keep an absolute stranger from jumping off the proverbial bridge.
History: Jeri was taken in as by a band of holdless as a 1 1/2 year old child, but whether she was sold to the holdless, kidnapped by them, or simply adopted by them is unknown. At any rate, this band of holdless was the shiftless, dishonest type who survived through petty theft and public performances at Gathers (as well as by-- it is rumored-- acting as collectors for a child-slavery ring operating between the Continents). The leader of this band, an ex-Craftmaster Harper by the name of Currae, was cast out of the Northern Hall and his entire craft soon after earning his craftmaster knots after he was convicted of molesting a child at Ista Hold. Currae went south and began the life of a troubadour-- over a space of a decade, he had collected a small knot of companions into his band. Jeri became Currae's child -- never formerly adopted by him, but she was his favorite pet. It is certainly a sign of his affection for her that Jeri was never sold off as a child, although she did endure physical, emotional, and sexual abuse at various times with the band, and there was active plans for her to start prostituting herself, as other members of the band did, once she had grown old enough to menstruate.
Jeri learned her various performance and thieving skills from the holdless band, and in her opinion, had a mostly-wonderful childhood roaming the Southern Continent. She participated in the group's performances and often in their petty thievery as well when required. The freedom from responsibility which the traveling life offered suited her, as did the myriad types of people she got to meet during the course of those travels.
Her traveling life ended, however, when Currae's band of holdless came to the Talune Weyr for a Weyrgather, and she was Searched.
Father: Unknown (Redja)
Mother: Unknown (Erin)
Siblings: None
Pets: None
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Dragon Name: Folkvarth
Dragon Color: Mimic
Age: Newborn
Personality: This is a work in progress.
"Folkvarth stands as your Sword, the guardian of your people through the force of his brutality. Fedorath is your Shield, your divine gift whom shall guard your flock with her very life, and her fierce loyalties shall tie the loose ends together, just as Folkvarth's shall bind them in blood. And of myself? Why, I am your Mirror. Fremonth, guardian of freedom."
- Attached to Fedorath and Fremonth
- Impatient and easily frustrated
- Thirsts for war and has, of the trio, the most violent tendencies.
- Demanding and very pushy, tends to throw his weight around without giving a rat's ass about anyone.
- Stubborn as a horse
- Is usually silent as a rock which would lead others to believe he is as dumb as one too, but this is not the case. Even though he is not as good as his immediate siblings at expressing himself, it is obvious he holds an amount of intelligence that surpasses most other dragons. Despite the fact that it seems to be of a feral nature.
Appearance:
"...in time to watch the male who had bitten him swirl shades of emerald, faint stripes occasionally appearing along his outline, his eyes too taking the deep emerald shade with veins of the stripes that coated the Emerald's body. Typhith had clearly been his choice of copy material..."
