Lokin, F/Candidate Sept 18, 2011 1:11:00 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Sept 18, 2011 1:11:00 GMT -5
Where they are from: Southern, Southern
Lokin is a short woman, five foot three, with light green eyes, and blond hair. She’s usually in Harper blue, and often cuts a dashing figure. She’s shapely, and quite feminine. Her favored colors are blue, browns, grays, and greens (thought that has changed, and she hates dark greens). Her blond hair is often about shoulder length or just a little longer, and flowing down. A straw hat is often on her head, to ward away the sun.
She usually carries a big bag, with everything from a blanket to her harp and it’s case in it. A smile usually graces her face, but she doesn’t generally watch the dragons in flight like most people. She is light on her feet, and quite quick. A good knife fighter is her, and she always has at least one knife on her. She wears thick leather boots, that are brown, and her cloak is a darker blue than her uniform, keeping her warm. While she may be short, she’s always noticed. Her charming smile, and sparkling green eyes always get her attention, sometimes bad but often good. Her voice is soft, and rather alto, and her singing voice is just that, and alto.
She can often be heard singing, and seen dancing as she plays on her harp. She can enthrall children for hours while their parents work.
Lokin is a sweet girl. She’s caring, funny, always joking, amusing herself, and other’s with her slight antics. She’s a slight flirt, usually unintentionally, and seems to be quite nieve. Don’t believe it. She’s sharp and quick. After all a Harper must be.
She can go from sweet, and loving, to harsh and cold very quickly, but she has a slow fuse. She has no trouble dealing with things with no emotion, and often does if say, a happy family is around. She’s learned to pull into herself, and keep working. She’s determined to not let her loss control her. Not even death could touch her, but there’s a mark on her. A deep one.
When the young woman is alone, truly alone, she seems to fade from her usual vibrant self. She darkens, and if you catch her in that mood she stays that way. Lashing out dangerously at you. As a Harper she is good with words, and will tell you to leave her alone, and all of your faults before leaving herself. Friends aren’t that important to the young woman. Or at least she pretends.
At only ninteen she acts a great deal older, and more in her late twenties, but that’s what death can do for you. She tries to not show her pain at loosing her parents, violently. It doesn't always work. She is an adrenalin junky, always trying out something dangerous as if trying to fill up a giant hole. She loves her cousin Kaycy, for saving her, but only as a friend. She doesn't see him in any other way.
Pets: (Please list here and fill out the form below for each.)
Pet Name: Harmony
Type and Coloring: Flit/Bronze
Size: 1.2 Feet
Harmony is about ten years old. He was found by Lokin when she was wandering around. Before her family's accident. He's a solid bronze, no other coloration. He's an oddity in a world of oddities. He's built like all large flits.
Pet Name: Red Song
Type and Coloring: Runner (andalusian), Bay
Size: 16.2 HH
Information: Red Song is a well built stallion, strong and powerful. He was trained at Silence Hold and given to her by her Cousin who came to visit once.
Born in the Southern hold, she grew up the only child of two Master Harpers. She was always surrounded by music. And storys of dragons. Well they were just stories, just... ideas really. What they used to be. She grew up with the other children, her best friend also her Cousin Kaycy. She was nine when she found Harmony. He was just hatching, but the little bronze was so pretty and the nine year old grabbed him as his mother attacked her. Scars on her arms attest to the fact that she still had the little flit. The bronze has always been by her side.
When she was twelve, just as she went into learning to be a Harper, her mother and father went out of the minor Harper Hall. They were going to the outer towns to teach. She wasn't to upset. But she was watching them leave when something happened. She can't explain it... they were there, and the next... there was bits of them everywhere. She was scared. Deeply. She pulled deep into herself, growing cold as she learned. Her cousin kept tabs, pulling her out when he had to, stopping at least one attempt on her own life.
Oddly enough it was Harmony who kept her calm. Then when she was sixteen she was searched, by a Silence Dragon. She was sent to the Weyr very quickly, where Kaycy followed, if only for a few weeks. He bought her a runner, and left. She clung to the rider closely, loving the beast deeply. She's been a Candidate for three years, and has yet to impress
-I think she's had enough horror in her life. So no thanks.
-Likes music, um... playful, at least a bit protective. Thanks