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[rizu]

.:.Name.:.
Rizu-Chan [Liz]
.:.Nicknames.:.
Shrimp, Boo, Riz, Lizzy
.:.Gender.:.
Female
.:.Age.:.
Nineteen [19]
.:.Day of Birth.:.
December 20th, 1988

.:.Likes.:.

• Candy
  
• Felines
  
• DRoP
  
• Writing
  
• Architecture

.:.Dislikes.:.

• Vegetables
  
• Canines
  
• Digimon/Yugi-Oh
  
• Studying/Homework
  
• College x.x

.:.Role Plays Currently Involved In.:.
~*~.::.Black Sun

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Ivaris, K'dran & Dharth, V'yal & Chayth
Rizu, Mittens, Desert

~*~.::.NOM NOM NOM[/u][/url].::.~*~
Ivaris, K'dran & Dharth
Rizu, Desert

~*~.::.\\//Gather.::.Hooray\\//.::.~*~
Too many characters. XD
Too many people. XP

~*~.::.Spazzful Candidate?.::.~*~
Iaine, Kisa & Sylvith
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[rizu]

.:.Eden Weyr Resident.:.

.:.Name.:.
Ivaris
.:.Gender.:.
Female
.:.Age .:.
Seventeen Turns [17]
.:.Sexuality.:.
Heterosexual
.:.Rank.:.
Candidate

.:.Appearance .:.

In her joyful moments, Ivaris resembles a young girl, barely into teen hood. At more serious times she reflects and older appearance, though most would guess at first sight she’s between sixteen to eighteen – depending on her mood and actions. In reality, Ivaris is currently seventeen turns old. Her skin is soft to the touch, though this does not mean she is free from those dreaded pimples – they usually only attack when she’s close to her period, that’s all. Though from a rather pale complexion Ivaris’ skin can acquired a tanned look, though it never quite reaches the “golden” state others adore. This bothers the teen in nothing; she’s perfectly pleased with the shade of her skin. Her hair is cut in two layers, the lower one barely reaching an inch or so after her neck line. The top layer is an inch or so lower than hear ears – with bangs that frame her face. She’s quite abundant in hair amount, and unlikely to ever turn bald in her life time. The strands are a shade between brown and black – as if the pigments could not settle for one or the other, giving it an “ash” like coloring when the light hits it just right. For most people, they say it’s a light black.

If one were to describe Ivaris’ figure with one word… “Petite” would definitely pop into anyone’s mind. Reaching around five feet and six inches of height, she’s taller than the majority of women – and around the same size as the smaller men. Her eyes are rather large still, the shade mostly being brown with amber highlights, giving her a child-ish and innocent appearance and her mouth and nose [apparently following the ‘petite” style of her body] are small. Her ears are often covered up by her hair, though it’s easy to spot the pair of earrings she wears. Handmade by herself, each has a wherry’s feather attached with an amber piece. As far as clothing goes, Ivaris is not overly picky – she’ll wear trousers and shirts or dresses, depending on what the occasion calls for – though she does like her clothing to have some style. She also likes matching various shades and colors together, making blends appealing [but not over bright or gloomy] to the eyes. Two golden bracelets, rather wide each, can be found on her left wrist – a family heirloom, sort to say, from her mother. A small wher-hide pouch [along with straps that allow it to be hosted securely on her back] is often found at the left side of her waist. It once belonged to her father, and now to her. Ivaris heirloom from her father’s side, you could say.

.:.Personality .:.

Joyful and innocent, child-ish and active. These were simple words that would have described Ivaris to perfection a few turns ago. But as time passed, and disaster struck, she quickly matured. Or rather, she was forced to mature. With no family left, alone and responsible for her well-fare, Ivaris slowly learned the value of saving money for times of need. She learned to be organized, to obey command and follow orders, and to be quick-witted and alert. You never knew when the opportunity for a small job and some marks would arise. She continued to practice hunting, as well as learning how to handle herdbeast – and the methods used to kill them silently. She knew how to cut them, how to separate meat from bone ‘til they were as clean as they could be.

Ivaris became popular for tasks in the kitchens other women despised, like the dealing of fresh meat and cutting things up. And she learned not to be nauseous around herdbeast carcasses. Slowly she turned from a child whose mind was in games and pranks into a young woman who knew where her responsibilities lied. Now she can be described as astute and smart.

Ivaris tends to keep her personal things to herself, rarely touching these topics with any others. Still, this doesn’t mean she’s a sour tunnelsnake. The girl likes company, and she’s quite amiable and easy to talk to. Thanks to her “hobbies” and skills, she’s more used to spend time with men – hunting in the woods or in the pens with herdbeasts – than females. This, of course, means that she has an easier time relating to them and forming friendship with boys, than with humans of her gender. Ivaris just isn’t an indoors person, she’d not scared to get out and get dirty, and apparently this can create quite a conflict with other women.

For her age, however, she’s rater somber and acts older – something that can be seen as good as bad. Good, for she’s more responsible and reliable than others her age. Bad because… Well, sometimes she gives a topic a bit too much thought, which can turn into sometimes taking the wrong decision – or making matters seem worse or more complex than they truly are. Alas, it’s something the girl will slowly balance out with time. She’s very fond of little kids, though at the same time they strike a feeling of grief and longing into her heart. She loved her little brother Enoch deeply, and losing him at such a young age was a harsh blow for her system. She often manages to bottle up her grief well, though sometimes at night [when the bottle is overwhelmed and explodes] she sometimes lets her heart out and cries herself to sleep.

.:.History .:.

Ah, the past… How sweet it had once been. The times when she could be at peace and at ease, hunting with her father or helping care for the herdbeasts. If not then Ivaris was helping her mother in the house, or with the looking after of her three turn old brother. It was the time when she was so innocent, so naïve, that she could have never seen it coming – that horrible disaster that soon struck Pern. That cursed Plague, that sharded catastrophe that none were prepared for. Enoch, her little brother, was among the first to go – followed soon by her mother. Emaris, how she had cared after her son day and night in hope that her sweet young child would survive. But he was long lost to the Plague, and soon the sickness begun to take hold of her as well. She didn’t lasted long, between the grief for the death of her son and her exposure to the sickness. Eight sevendays after Enoch she was gone too.

Her father was the only one that lasted longer, Ivaris had even dared to hope he would survive the Plague. But he was on his early fifties, and his body was not what it had once be. Devastated by the loss of his younger boy and wife, the woman he so much adored, he lived enough to make sure Ivaris had a reasonable amount of money left to sustain her before Ivonec, too, departed from this world. A turn after losing her little brother and mother, Ivaris lost her father and the last of her family. With fifteen turns and a half of age, she struggled at first to make ends meet. But soon the time of danger was over, the Plague was gone, and little by little she managed to work and make do with what she had. Now it was enough to live in a small house [she had sold the old home where she had grown] and have a few bundles of clothes, along with an ornament or two.

It wasn’t much, but at least she could bring food to her table every night. And that was what mattered, for now at least. At seventeen turns the female had already refused two marriage proposals, and also managed to learn the basics from a Beasthandler. She could soot herdbeasts with whispers, and even ride a few of the more rowdy runner stallions around. She wasn’t the best, but it was good enough to guarantee her a job or two every now and then.

.:.Father.:.
Ivonec – Hunter - Deceased
.:.Mother.:.
Emaris – Drudge - Deceased
.:.Siblings.:.
Enoch – Brother - Deceased

.:.Pets.:.
None at the moment.



.:.Color Preference & Why?.:.

Raven – Forced to mature quicker than most her age, so she could survive on her own, Ivaris developed strong “leader qualities”. She’s responsible and organized, friendly enough to gain few enemies, and often thinks subjects through three or four times before settling on a final decision. She’s young, and inexperience, of course – but with time [and some polishing] perhaps she could turn out to be a good leader. Also, she’s not afraid of new things, or “getting out and playing in the dirt”.

.:.What color don’t you want and why?.:.

Jade/Green – They’re flirt-ish and mischievous and, while I personally am fond of greens and anything similar, I don’t think they would suit Ivaris well. She isn’t one to enter into relationships quick, or share personal things with others loosely. So having a dragon that rises every month or so would be… Yeah… Probably not a good combination. Anything else is fine, though. :3

[rizu]

.:.New Cove Weyr Resident.:.

.:.Name.:.
S’tin[Sailetin]
.:. Gender.:.
Male
.:.Age .:.
Twenty-One [21]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Bisexual <--> Homosexual
.:. Rank.:.
SpringRider - Transfer from CCW

.:.Appearance .:.

Tall and lanky, that’s the best way to describe S’tin. With long legs and arms [and fingers] he looks like someone that never fully grew from his teen years into adulthood. Then again, he’s still young, though it is quite doubtful that his frame will change much at his current age. He has muscles, really! He does! Though unlike the typically bulky rider his are more compact and lean, giving him a more harmless appearance. Sure, he might not be able to wrestle with some of the other riders, but he’s certainly strong enough to handle and grip the straps on his dragon smooth and tightly when thread is falling. In the end, this is what’s more important – not how many pounds he can lift in one hand. The area where muscle seems to slim out most, almost giving him a bony appearance, is around his shoulders. They are very defined, and hard to miss. S’tin stands at the height of five feet and eleven inches. Not the tallest around, but enough to keep him content.

His hair is rather silk-ish, soft to the touch and light. It’s very thin, and if cropped to shortly his hair acquires a tendency to stick out in odd angles. A bonus about it, he doesn’t have to brush. With a quick sweep of his fingers and the strands fall into their place every morning. It’s a dark brown, almost black colored, and matched his eyes to perfection. His face is rather small, and his chin is small, but pointy – giving him a more feminine look. His hands are also rather appealing, with long but slender and agile fingers. With his lean frame and these small details, it’s no surprise it’s hard to guess his sexuality. He’s often found with tunics and trousers, any color is fine. He does like to wear tunics that have some elaborated design boarded into them, mostly on the sleeves. S’tin’s sight is not perfect – he manages to make the most of it in the day [and his Aenueth helps] but a small pair of glasses lies somewhere in the small desk inside his weyr. They’re used mostly for reading – as wearing them on a daily basis could provided to be dangerous both for him and for the rare item.

.:.Personality .:.

Quiet and calm, S’tin could be no more noticeable than a ghost. Actually, a ghost might actually catch more attention than what S’tin ever does. It’s not that he’s anti-social, he simply prefers to keep quiet unless he has something of dire importance to say. Only his Aenueth seems capable of making him socialize – and that’s only through means of telepathy. S’tin loves to read, and he can often be found in his weyr with a stack of rolls on his desk – unless he’s dragged out for one duty of another. Forgetful about the body’s needs he could spend days without food or sleep. Good for him that he has a lovely Spring to remind him his tummy needs food, his brain needs rest – and that she needs to be fed and cleaned as well.

He enjoys warmer climates, and it was his low tolerance to cold what had him and Aenueth be transferred to New Cove a turn after they had been turned into full-fledge SpringRider and dragon. He loves to relax at the shoreline, often while reading a scroll, and Aenueth is always more than content to bask in the sun while having the waves wash over her small frame. The fact that he is bonded to a female dragon never seemed to phase S’tin – he adores his beloved Spring Aenueth, and would have never changed her for anything else in the whole-wide Pern. He doesn’t, however, fully understand her obsession for small kids and baby animals – nor her desires to look after a clutch. Still, he knows better than to question the caring Spring about it, though on occasion reminds her not to brood too much on the matter. It tends to make his Aenueth sad, and S’tin doesn’t like to see his soulmate sad. They share a very close bond and love one another deeply, the same way S’tin loves his foster-mother Merianel.

.:.History .:.

A product from a flight his Topaz had entered and won – for with the lack of Snows the King was reduced to chase after the lustful Green – Sailetin’s father was never there for the lad. He’d simple bedded his mother due to his King having caught the temptress of a Green Arianai rode. His mother was no better, really, often altered and moody – it was a miracle the boy was born at all. When he was born Sailetin turned out to be a rather small thing – the Healer didn’t think the boy would last long. Taking this as an advantage, aside from the fact that the Healer seemed so concerned for the small babe, she convinced her to send Sailetin to a MasterHealer. No sooner the boy turned one and a half, and he was healthy enough to survive the travel, he was sent off by dragonback – though not between. It was rare for a child to be taken in to the HealerCraft, but one of the MasterHealers was old, and she had never been able to birth a child. So she welcomed the child into her arms as if he had been her own – caring for Sailetin day and night. Slowly, but steadily, the boy began to make process and got healthier and stronger. He remained a lanky thing, but at least he was not expected to drop dead at any moment.

Years passed and Sailetin grew older and healthier. He seemed to have a bit of difficult seeing, especially when learning to read, so Merianel had one of the blacksmiths to create a pair of reading glasses. They weren’t much help in the daily-life aspect, but they did prove to help the boy see better when it came to studying. Under her wing Sailetin was instructed on reading and writing – and when the boy showed interest in healing and herbs it was his foster-mother the one that became his teacher. He learned well, absorbing knowledge as a sponge.

At the age of twelve the boy was told of his real parents – they had both succumbed to the plague not long after he had been sent to the HealerCraft. Though lightly saddened, Sailetin could never truly say he missed them – for Merianel had been the one to raise him since young. To him, she was his mother. However, he did begged and plead to be allowed a trip to see a dragon – and his birthplace while he was at it. A hatching had been announced at Crystal Cavern, a rare event indeed, and so Merianel had agreed. She thought it would also serve as a good experience for the boy – and he was soon on the sands working along with the drudges and healers. He could barely see from their spot, but It was more than enough to satisfy his child-ish curiosity. Merianel had been on the stands, watching as well, though the old woman would have never truly expected to see what happened in a matter of seconds.

A small egg had been twitching for a while, as if the inhabitant inside was still considering whether to hatch or not. Finally, nearing the end of the Hatching, the egg had split perfectly to reveal a tiny Spring hatchling. She took her time cleaning her hide of egg-goo, before neatly walking down and past the available candidates – stumbling every few steps. Spectators were shocked, and thought the little dragon might be searching for someone on the stands, but it was even more of a surprise when she calmly rejected them. She crooned lovingly, heading in the direction where the meat and other impressed pairs were. The Pearl herself tried to dissuade her daughter to turn back and chose, but the Spring merrily ignored her. Curious, Sailetin had moved as far ahead as the other healers allowed him to try and get a better view of this pretty little thing that came closer and closer. She crooned again, this time louder, before the Spring suddenly made a bee-line for the boy.

She skidded to a halt, though unable to stop on time she bowled Sailetin over – boy and dragonet now a tangled ball of skin, hide and sands. He was scratched in the process, though nothing too critical. Upon seeing his arm bleed, however, the hatchling’s eyes whirled quickly with orange and yellow shades, and she croned loudly as she rubbed her head against his chest.

S’tinMine, S’tinMine! Your Aenueth is so very, very sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mine! Are you alright, are you well?!

From then on the boy lived in the Weyr, training along with the other Weyrlings under the guidance of a Spring riding Weyrlingmaster. They were always attentive and careful, not once did they ever attempted something when it wasn’t their time. Model pupils, one could say, the Springpair was no problem at all. S’tin abandoned his training as a healer – though he still reads every now and again on his own and reviews. He knows basic healing techniques, but that’s about it. Merianel, though a bi saddened to see such a good pupil go, was delighted to see that her ‘son’ was happy – and that his Spring Aenueth adored and looked after him with such fervor. Now older, she rarely goes out of the HealerCraft’s halls – though S’tin and Aenueth visit her often.

.:.Father.:.
B’lor – TopazRider - Deceased
.:.Mother.:.
Arianai – GreenRider - Desceased
Merianel – MasterHealer - Alive
.:.Siblings.:.
None

.:.Pets.:.

None

.:.Dragon’s Name.:.
Aenueth
.:.Dragon’s Color.:.
Spring
.:.Dragon’s Age.:.
Nine Turns [9]

.:.Appearance.:.

A very small and petite thing, roughly fifteen meters in length, Aenueth is barely bigger than an Ice dragon – not to mention that most of the male dragon population is easily double her size or more. She’s of a very lovely light green, a bit blinding to the eye if her body is caught in a certain angle by Rukbath’s rays. As the hide m moves to her wings and head the color seems to make a slow transition, turning into a darker [almost forest-like] green at the tip of her snout, tail and wing tips. Her paws are brown, like all springs, though the shade is so light that many confuse it for fresh mud. The wing sails are a pale green, translucent, and the pair of wings seem to be a tad too big for such a small dragoness. If one looks closely, you will see a leave like patter around the ridges of her back, though it fades into nothing as it reaches the side of her belly, neck and tail.

.:.Personality.:.

Sweet-tempered and caring, Aenueth is the perfect living example of what mothers should be like when they have small children. It is not uncommon for her to intrude in other people’s [and dragons’] business – and while she does it only with the intention of helping, it can get a bit annoying every now and then. She fancies young creatures, and adores convincing the weyrbrats to help bathe her. Towards S’tin she is ever caring and loving, like a doting mother, and is always reminding him of his needs to eat, sleep and any other he might forget as he spends hours and hours reading scrolls. Whenever there’s a hatching Aenueth is ever much excited, for she loves to watch the small hatchlings be born and impress. She wishes many times that she could have a clutch of her own, even though the Spring knows it will never happen. Aenueth would probably willingly try to convince a Snow to clutch first and flame afterwards, if only it meant she could take over caring for the eggs.

[rizu]

.:.New Cove Weyr Resident.:.

.:.Name.:.
Iaine
.:. Gender.:.
Female
.:.Age .:.
Fourteen Turns [14]
.:. Sexuality.:.
Heterosexual
.:. Rank.:.
Candidate

.:.Appearance .:.

A charming, though rather small, lass. Iaine stands at around four feet and seven inches, though she probably will not grow to be taller than 5’2”-5’3”. With a rather small face and large eyes it is quite clear that she is still rather young. She holds a certain air of cuteness around her, innocence perhaps. She definitely resembles a child much more than a teen with responsibilities. Her hair is a rich chocolate shade, abundant and wavy – she often keeps it in two pigtails. It’s rather long, reaching down to the mid of her back when loose. Iaine is conscious that, if she impresses, she’ll have to cut it shorter – though she’s dead set to keep it shoulder length as a minimum.

Her eyes, as mentioned before, are large, and a shade identical to her hair. Her nose and mouth are rather small, and her face is oval like, with a small but pointy chin. Petite in every aspect, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, and with a slim build – most wonder how such a fragile-looking child can possess so much energy. Many can agree she looks much to young, and occasionally are dumbfounded when they find out she’s one of the Candidates for New Cove Weyr.

.:.Personality .:.

For one so small and petite one would expect a meek and quiet personality. Wrong. Iaine is as loud as she can be, and certainly doesn’t think things through much before acting or speaking. Which leads to her often saying things she would have been better off keeping to herself. She is very caring and tries to help the most she can… Though her and helping often equal accidents and disasters. You can always find a bruise or a cut somewhere in her arms or legs – for it seems Iaine and the floor have a contract signed in blood.

Iaine’s the sort of child that’s very cheery and spazzful, and her attention span is not the greatest in Pern. Send her to do one thing, along the way she’ll get distracted, and then she’ll forget all about the mission you sent her out to do. However, when she really tries and puts her mind to it she can be a good helper… It’s just that is not the case in most of the occasions. Another surprising aspect is her appetite. Though not as voracious as Kisa herself, the girl could certainly give the Junior Weyrwoman a competition in a distant future. She’s especially fond of sweets and pastries… Perhaps that is the reason why she’s always so happy and full of energy.

.:.History .:.

Nothing big really, she was born to one of Verixon’s female drudges – though no one was ever sure who the father was. Nikia was simply too… Open towards most males, and it was kind of hard to figure out which one had been the sire. Nikia herself was never too involved with Iaine’s raising, though thankfully enough the other women around the kitchen were content to lend a hand to the bright child. And sweets. Iaine loved those. She grew up like most girls: cleaning, washing, learning the basics of cooking as she got older, doing chores, etc. However, unlike her mother, she didn’t seem to find much interest in boys [her mind was very clear and away of the gutter] and preferred animals, sweets or helping around the kitchens rather than them. It was annoying, sometimes, since she seemed to be such an accident-prone child as well, but with her sweet actions the other women found it hard to say no.

At the age of fourteen the girl was searched by a lovely Snow, who thought the child would be a fitting candidate – much to the amusement and surprise of the rider. And so Iaine was brought to New Cove Weyr to reside… And Faranth have mercy on the WeyrlingMaster should this spazz-tactic child impress.

.:.Father.:.
Unknown
.:.Mother.:.
Nikia – Verixon Hold Drudge - Alive
.:.Siblings.:.
None

.:.Pets.:.

None