Yanoya of Male Korinath Oct 7, 2011 22:19:12 GMT -5
Post by Hayvn on Oct 7, 2011 22:19:12 GMT -5
Username: admin (Hayvn)
Character Number: 3
Age: 29 Turns (Summer)
Where they are from: Natiev Weyrhold, Benden Country
Weyr: Silence Weyr
Intensive brow eyes with a slight green tint are rather disconcerting to look at as they seem to bore right through the person who dares to look at them, an inner fire apparent in them. Her long, curly hair is most commonly tied tightly in a braid and secured with a head band to keep it away from her eyes. It just won’t due to have a warrior and marksmen with hair to impede their vision. She has high cheek bones and a rather angular face, though not long or oval, but heart shaped.
She isn’t entirely thin, having some bulk of muscle on her. She commonly holds her head high, almost seeming prideful. Always seeming alert. Her jaw is often set, showing her stubborn nature. Her nose is shorter, but not entirely small.
Her brown hair frames her skin which is neither entirely pale nor tan, but is of a middling hue. Her stark brown eyes are almost the same color of her hair, amazingly enough, the deep chocolate brown becoming entirely a color that could describe her.
Her body has shape to it, but, due to her rough upbringing and training as a skilled fighter, warrior, and hunter, she has plenty of muscle which is covered by her riding gear, which lacks any kind of decoration, being sleek and well made. It cost her quite a bit and a lot of work, but, well, with her lifestyle, you learn to save for those… necessary luxuries.
Calculating, intelligent, cold. She is not the kind of person to come up and give someone a hug. She is not the kind of person to show her feelings. Not overtly at least. She is however, just aloof enough to inspire curiosity. Her brash nature and tomboy attitude are often brusque and irritating combinations to most females and even to some males who might, otherwise, find her attractive. Not that she really cares.
Oh? So men think their great? She’ll bring you low and bring you low fast. She is a fighter and a good one at that with wit, intelligence and skill on her side. She is not afraid to use it either. She has quickly become known for her ability to outdo most males.
Her serious, detached expression hides behind it an ever moving mind that is focused on one large problem at a time and easily taken to another thing, though shows difficulty in switching back right away. This trait makes some think, in conversation, that she is vain and self-centered, only caring to talk about what it is that she cares to talk about. She is lucky that her dragon keeps her on track as much as he does. Without Korinath, she might be hopeless at having a good conversation, although he is aggressive and it is often out of his annoyance with her that he will remind her.
Yanoya has never been a gossip. She has never been one to care about the males around her or, for that matter, the females, often making her even further a mystery. A person is a person is a person to her. What else would you suppose they were? Or that’s what she has thought up to this point.
Despite all her flaws, Yanoya does have her redeeming qualities, such as her calm head in dangerous situations and her ability to appear sincere, honest, and completely in agreeance with things that may be in the best interest of others, but she herself may not like. She is very good at talking her way out of situations when need be, making her a good liar, which is not a particularly positive trait.
She has the will to do what is needed or what is right-even at risk of herself. She will never stand idly by and watch people be harmed or harm each other. It simply is not right. She has a tendency to become angry or upset with those who do. She will jump headlong into a fight for whoever just might be in need.
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Male
Bonded's Hex Codes:
Main Body: ec890c
With: c1752c, c1752c, e87724, and db722d markings that are in various random spots and patches. He is not at all evenly colored.
Bonded's Size in Feet: 42 feet
Bonded's Age: 13 Turns (Fall)
Korinath is intelligent, but brash and temperamental. He thinks the world of himself and thus, his big ego can get in the way of him actually using his rather high intelligence for things that are for the benefit of others besides himself, making it, at least to Yanoya, something rather useless. Though he would do anything for his rider, he doesn’t understand the idea of doing anything at all for someone else. Charity is not in his vocabulary, generally. He sees himself as a big and strong king who is the most worthy of leading positions.
However, when he does not receive them, he seems to shrug it off as if it didn’t really matter to him. After all, if he seems to pine after leadership, who would give it to him? Sure, showing you want it is great, but it isn’t the most important thing in the world. He is just as likely not to get leadership positions as he is to in that case. Or so he thinks.
Under his thick, irritable, outer exterior, is a heart that, with some serious work and some help to both him and his rider, could become the heart of a true night rather than the “little” demon he seems to be right now.
Korinath is a large dragon at 42 meters and he is built for stamina, though his longer wings do give him some advantage to maneuverability. His hide ranges from a bright, shiny copper color which looks like an old, well-worn copper along with some little bits of nearly orange-copper color. He his tail is long and sleek, though not to a point as to seem unnatural. He is not your perfect specimen, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. In fact, to him, it means he is the perfect one and the others are flawed.
It was 29 Turns ago when a lovely baby was plopped into the arms of her Trader mother as they traveled. She cried and screamed for the longest while… until her mother’s soft songs sang with her little green flitters calmed her. It was the flitters really, though. They fascinated her. She loved them. They were special. And growing up until the age of 1 Turn… She would continue to become attached to her parent’s flitters.
However, once their caravan was raided, things in her life would change forever, leaving her in an entirely different kind of home. Renegades and troublemakers living in a small settlement which rested in the plains between the peoples of the Northern Continent did not make for good parents… but they did make for good instructors in fighting and hunting. To think that, as a turn old, she had wound up here, with this band of… characters. It wasn’t so bad. However, most of them were males who lived in various holds. They just came here to conduct… business. Is it any wonder she turned out how she did?
She spent time traveling with her father, a young man by name of Yorrisan who named her for himself. He had been married, but he had no great affinity for his wife who had died shortly after their first child had been born and the child followed suit no more than a week after. He wasn’t the kind you might see as a father, but, he took in the child when her parents were left for dead after the attack of their caravan. He, being a trained fighter, quickly started to teach her, starting as young as she was with some very basic things that were, perhaps, more like a game to her. Her chores even became that way.
When she was older and he took her with him on raids and the like, she learned more overtly and soon proved herself to be capable as both a hunter and a warrior. Her “father” was very pleased with her progress.
Yanoya grew up from young toddler to lovely woman in his care. She had no memories of her real parents and, to this day, does not know the truth of the matter. However, she keeps the secrets of her father’s less than… well, good, “business” ventures to herself, including those in the wilds which started when she was younger, though they were considerably more treacherous at the time. Traders. Traders always attracted her father and his associate’s attention.
Yanoya never showed much interest in men, even when she was in her teens. They were people. She never showed interest in women either. Instead, she seemed to become rather obsessed with learning more about as much as she could-especially fighting, tactics, and hunting. She was never the kind of girl to wear dresses and talk about boys. If she could have chosen, she would have chosen to become a guard. However, that wasn’t something allowed to her.
At one point, when she was at a Hold with her father, she would find herself being searched to Natiev Weyrhold. She had recently sailed home and, still packed, it took very little effort to take what little she had and go to the Weyr.
It was not long after that she would stand and Impress to a large male named Korinath at the Junior Queen’s hatching.
Thirteen Turns in the Past
The eggs rocked on the sand, bits of their shells falling away to reveal lovely dragonets. Yanoya felt like she had been standing there for an eternity on the sands, which were hot. She could feel the beads of sweat down her back, but she did not let it bother her. It wasn’t a big deal. She stood with straight and tall as she observed. This was an eternity that she wouldn’t and didn’t mind.
Then it would happen that a particular egg would hatch to reveal… a large copper colored male. A copper male who was obviously of a foul temper as he lashed his tail about and chased his green siblings off, even at one point biting one causing her to bleed. These pests! They needed to get out of his way! Even his bronze brother! Hrmph! They were not worth as much as he! He would be a real king! A true king! More than the other males of his clutch.
He headed first to the male Candidates, tearing through them and injuring or otherwise harming several of them… Before he stopped, his anger turning to distress. He was starting to feel hunger pangs in earnest. Where was his!? He snapped around towards the females. His could not possibly be there. He would look anyways and, in similar fashion to the males, began to tear through the group of females, stopping before Yanoya.
Her! It was her! Hmph! She would be more perfect than those things over there could have ever been! He would be a king and she would be a queen! Yes! A queen like no other!
You. You are your Korinath’s! YanoyaMine! Come! We will take the world by storm!
Yanoya had grown and learned at Natiev Weyrhold and even, at one point, attained rank. However, when she heard that there was yet another chance for her to go to the wilds and plains where she had learned to live as a child, she did everything in her power to ensure that she would go. It took some convincing, but… Well, here she is, at Silence Weyr with a headstrong, temperamental, copper colored dragon.