Post by Desert on Jan 21, 2009 17:43:18 GMT -5
[[remember, you need to pay 75 marks to adopt these two!]]
Weyr: Black Sands
Name: Brital
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: wildfirerider
Age: 37
Appearance:
Unlike her stocky brother, Brital is tall and lanky. her build is the slender, willowy type than can glut themselves on food and stay rail-thin. Her skin, too, is pale and easily burns, but never tans. She has freckles over her face and arms, though they aren't as visible on her skin.
Her face is triangular, wearing a perpetually haughty expression, with a long, upturned nose, full lips, a pointed chin and delicate brows.
Her hair is tightly curled in bouncy clumps around her head, a similar coppery auburn to her brother's but with a lighter, more cinnamony tinge to it. Her hair is often better looked after and has a bronzen sheen; it falls to her shoulders and is often in a runnertail.
Her eyes have more green in them: a pure emerald color along the outer rim of her iris, fading through until it becomes an olive green, with a more hazel-brown around her pupil that radiated veins outward into her iris.
Personality:
Brital is a perfect rider for her wildfire Sayth. She is arrogant and snobbish, believing herself the best of the best. Nothing can shatter her self-absorbed little bubble. She is incredibly selfish and self-centered; she has been since birth, and the only change has been to add Sayth. The dragon is the only one Brital gives a flying piece of dung for, and the wildfire is treated with the same deference that Brital gives herself. Other than Sayth, no living being on the planet matters more than Brital.
She is also power-hungry and ruthless. Her hopes for being the Weyrwoman were dashed when Sayth, a mere nonclutching female, bonded to her; but then the wildfire showed her the joys of power behind the throne. Now she has seen the light, and anjoys holding the reins while other fools do all the work. Not as indolent as her brother, brital will throw all her feverish energy into something until it is finished, but only if it betters her or Sayth.
Brital is more prudent about things than M'nal. She holds the opposite sex and Pern in general in the same contempt, but she doesn't wear it on her sleeves. More cunning and calculating, she prefers subtlely to brute force, which was what drew Sayth to her in the beginning.
History:
Her early history was nothing of import, which rankled both siblings. Their parents were relatively important to the Lord Holder of Tondrick, so they were better off than some, but not enough that anything exciting happened to Menal or Brital.
Some said it was a wonder the pair were Searched, given how generally unpleasant they were. Constantly antagonistic, the adults in the Weyr had to keep Brital and her brother separated before they ended up making mortal enemies of one another. It was a long three Turns' wait at Crystal Cavern before something happened.
That something was M'nal's Impression, that sent his sister into a silent fit of rage. How dare that sonuvabitch Impress before she did, and get a bronze too! As the new bronzerider led his weyrling off the Grounds, Brital gritted her teeth. She seethed impotently until she managed to get herself transferred -- away from her brother and the temptation to hurt him or his Ingoreth.
Once she got to Black Sands, Brital enjoyed the atmosphere much more. The dragons she would have under her control once she was Weyrwoman... yes. Especially those delightful little miseries. She admired the wildfires' cunning and manipulation, and under any other circumstances they would have been her dream dragon, but they were not queens, so she had no interest in them.
Then, after about a Turn at BSW, her dreams were simultaneously granted and shattered.
She had been watching the gold who'd just Hatched with avid interest, staring after the weyrling queen with her fists clenched, so focused was she, when a voice that definitely did not belong to the gold echoed in her mind.
How can you lust after a mere gold that way, Mine? Silly, witless beast. I am so much better than a gold.[/b][/color] Sayth had creeped up behind her rider while the girl was glaring at the gold.
Brital's lip curled at first at the diminuitive wildfire gazing evenly up at her, though with a maliciously mischievois gleam in her eyes. Over the course of their weyrlinghood, though, Sayth proved herself to be a blessing in disguise, and Brital forgave her for not being a queen. Sayth just preened her wings smugly.
Father: Harlem
Mother: Bali
Siblings: brother M'nal of bronze Ingoreth
Pets: none
Dragon Name: Sayth
Dragon Color: wildfire
Age: 19
Personality:
Sayth is a typical wildfire. She is cunning and sly, with a silver tongue and quick wits. She could charm a broody snow from her eggs, only to cart off all the biggest ones back to her home. Her agile mind constantly comes up with new schemes: she is a wonderful problem-solver, and a fast thinker.
She is also an amazingly good actor. To most people who don't know her, she seems like a shy, demure creature who wouldn't harm a fly. In actuality, she has quite a fiery temper, though she is adept at hiding her emotions from prying eyes. She is a compulsive liar.
The only one she is honest to is her rider: for Brital, all the walls come down. She is brutally honest with her rider, as she would be with no one else on Pern. Brital is her partner in crime, and the best one anyone ever had.
Like her rider, Sayth lusts after power, but was initially disgusted by brital's aim to be Weyrwoman and ride a queen. Who wanted one of those pompous, dimwitted creatures? Who needed all the onerous duties that came with the station of Weyrwoman? Nah, leave that to the dutiful fools, let them wear themselves ragged.
She is ruthless when she wants something, and has a bit of a sadistic streak in her. She currently has a misery or two under her claw, and enjoys ordering them to torment some poor fool who displeases her.
Appearance:
The base color of Sayth's glossy, gold-sheened hide is a rich red-orange. Ripples of a muddier maroon creep across her wingfingers, in a blaze down her head and neck, on her lower jaw and throat, and on her legs to the hocks and elbows. The tip of her muzzle, her toes, and the outer rim of her wingsail all have licks of a more yellowy color. Her tail seems to have alternating, flamelike stripes of red and yellow-orange, though the underside is a lighter tangerine orange. The membrane of her wingsail just around the joints, her elbows and hocks, and around her eyes all have abrupt splashes of a bluey color that contrasts weirdly with the warmer colors on her body.
She is large bluesize, with an even more serpentine build than usual; her fore-wings are especially broad though not as long, while the second set of wings is longer and thinner. The final set of wings is fairly average for her size.
By now, after judicious practiving and nearly two decades of life, Sayth is fairly good at raising the temperatures around her. When she gives it her all, standing close to her is like standing close to a fire, and heat waves lift off her body. She hasn't gotten to the boiling point yet, but given more time and practice she will.
Other:
Sayth: C73F17
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Weyr: Black Sands
Name: Brital
Gender: female
Sexuality: hetero
Rank: wildfirerider
Age: 37
Appearance:
Unlike her stocky brother, Brital is tall and lanky. her build is the slender, willowy type than can glut themselves on food and stay rail-thin. Her skin, too, is pale and easily burns, but never tans. She has freckles over her face and arms, though they aren't as visible on her skin.
Her face is triangular, wearing a perpetually haughty expression, with a long, upturned nose, full lips, a pointed chin and delicate brows.
Her hair is tightly curled in bouncy clumps around her head, a similar coppery auburn to her brother's but with a lighter, more cinnamony tinge to it. Her hair is often better looked after and has a bronzen sheen; it falls to her shoulders and is often in a runnertail.
Her eyes have more green in them: a pure emerald color along the outer rim of her iris, fading through until it becomes an olive green, with a more hazel-brown around her pupil that radiated veins outward into her iris.
Personality:
Brital is a perfect rider for her wildfire Sayth. She is arrogant and snobbish, believing herself the best of the best. Nothing can shatter her self-absorbed little bubble. She is incredibly selfish and self-centered; she has been since birth, and the only change has been to add Sayth. The dragon is the only one Brital gives a flying piece of dung for, and the wildfire is treated with the same deference that Brital gives herself. Other than Sayth, no living being on the planet matters more than Brital.
She is also power-hungry and ruthless. Her hopes for being the Weyrwoman were dashed when Sayth, a mere nonclutching female, bonded to her; but then the wildfire showed her the joys of power behind the throne. Now she has seen the light, and anjoys holding the reins while other fools do all the work. Not as indolent as her brother, brital will throw all her feverish energy into something until it is finished, but only if it betters her or Sayth.
Brital is more prudent about things than M'nal. She holds the opposite sex and Pern in general in the same contempt, but she doesn't wear it on her sleeves. More cunning and calculating, she prefers subtlely to brute force, which was what drew Sayth to her in the beginning.
History:
Her early history was nothing of import, which rankled both siblings. Their parents were relatively important to the Lord Holder of Tondrick, so they were better off than some, but not enough that anything exciting happened to Menal or Brital.
Some said it was a wonder the pair were Searched, given how generally unpleasant they were. Constantly antagonistic, the adults in the Weyr had to keep Brital and her brother separated before they ended up making mortal enemies of one another. It was a long three Turns' wait at Crystal Cavern before something happened.
That something was M'nal's Impression, that sent his sister into a silent fit of rage. How dare that sonuvabitch Impress before she did, and get a bronze too! As the new bronzerider led his weyrling off the Grounds, Brital gritted her teeth. She seethed impotently until she managed to get herself transferred -- away from her brother and the temptation to hurt him or his Ingoreth.
Once she got to Black Sands, Brital enjoyed the atmosphere much more. The dragons she would have under her control once she was Weyrwoman... yes. Especially those delightful little miseries. She admired the wildfires' cunning and manipulation, and under any other circumstances they would have been her dream dragon, but they were not queens, so she had no interest in them.
Then, after about a Turn at BSW, her dreams were simultaneously granted and shattered.
She had been watching the gold who'd just Hatched with avid interest, staring after the weyrling queen with her fists clenched, so focused was she, when a voice that definitely did not belong to the gold echoed in her mind.
How can you lust after a mere gold that way, Mine? Silly, witless beast. I am so much better than a gold.
Brital's lip curled at first at the diminuitive wildfire gazing evenly up at her, though with a maliciously mischievois gleam in her eyes. Over the course of their weyrlinghood, though, Sayth proved herself to be a blessing in disguise, and Brital forgave her for not being a queen. Sayth just preened her wings smugly.
Father: Harlem
Mother: Bali
Siblings: brother M'nal of bronze Ingoreth
Pets: none
Dragon Name: Sayth
Dragon Color: wildfire
Age: 19
Personality:
Sayth is a typical wildfire. She is cunning and sly, with a silver tongue and quick wits. She could charm a broody snow from her eggs, only to cart off all the biggest ones back to her home. Her agile mind constantly comes up with new schemes: she is a wonderful problem-solver, and a fast thinker.
She is also an amazingly good actor. To most people who don't know her, she seems like a shy, demure creature who wouldn't harm a fly. In actuality, she has quite a fiery temper, though she is adept at hiding her emotions from prying eyes. She is a compulsive liar.
The only one she is honest to is her rider: for Brital, all the walls come down. She is brutally honest with her rider, as she would be with no one else on Pern. Brital is her partner in crime, and the best one anyone ever had.
Like her rider, Sayth lusts after power, but was initially disgusted by brital's aim to be Weyrwoman and ride a queen. Who wanted one of those pompous, dimwitted creatures? Who needed all the onerous duties that came with the station of Weyrwoman? Nah, leave that to the dutiful fools, let them wear themselves ragged.
She is ruthless when she wants something, and has a bit of a sadistic streak in her. She currently has a misery or two under her claw, and enjoys ordering them to torment some poor fool who displeases her.
Appearance:
The base color of Sayth's glossy, gold-sheened hide is a rich red-orange. Ripples of a muddier maroon creep across her wingfingers, in a blaze down her head and neck, on her lower jaw and throat, and on her legs to the hocks and elbows. The tip of her muzzle, her toes, and the outer rim of her wingsail all have licks of a more yellowy color. Her tail seems to have alternating, flamelike stripes of red and yellow-orange, though the underside is a lighter tangerine orange. The membrane of her wingsail just around the joints, her elbows and hocks, and around her eyes all have abrupt splashes of a bluey color that contrasts weirdly with the warmer colors on her body.
She is large bluesize, with an even more serpentine build than usual; her fore-wings are especially broad though not as long, while the second set of wings is longer and thinner. The final set of wings is fairly average for her size.
By now, after judicious practiving and nearly two decades of life, Sayth is fairly good at raising the temperatures around her. When she gives it her all, standing close to her is like standing close to a fire, and heat waves lift off her body. She hasn't gotten to the boiling point yet, but given more time and practice she will.
Other:
Sayth: C73F17
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