Post by Diana on Sept 12, 2011 21:18:17 GMT -5
Myranine
Username: Diana
Character Number: 1
Name: Myranine (My-ruh-knee-n)
Age: 22
Rank: Journeyman Healer
Where they are from: Kusra Hold, Silence Country
Weyr: Silence Weyr
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
When I was growing up, many would say that I looked like my mother. Even though I see this resemblance, her auburn hair that tumbles down my shoulders, and my face-shape, I think they are wrong. To me, I seem more like my father. I have his eyes, a light hazel brown color. Not to mention my chin is like his, strong and with an angled jaw. I'm tall like he was too, though my curves are entirely from my mother's side. At about 5ft 6, I suppose I'm average for my age. Though, what is average but a word really? Often, I think about what they would say if they could see me now. Would they be happy with the result?
Personality:
I suppose the best way to start would be explain that I have no idea how I impressed Araeith. I laugh at that thought, but it's true. While she's unruly and vain, I'm much sweeter and gentle. In fact, I don't often think of myself before others at all. Instead, I look toward my peers to see what I should do before my needs are met. Of course, my dragon always comes first though. That's always the case with riders, isn't it?
It's a good trait I suppose though to find in a healer, which I am, and I also suppose that it's good I don't get overly excited in hard situations. Instead, I'm stead fast and calm. My father used to say that I was the rock in the middle of the raging ocean. Even though I may be pushed slightly bit by bit, I still stay for a long time afterwards. Some will even mistake this for confidence, in truth I have only an adequate amount. It's never enough to make me vain, but it does me well for its purpose.
I suppose the one way Araeith and I are alike is that we are both flirtatious. Though, I do think that I am not quite as bad as her. It's been said that I do have a kind of coyness about my attitude though when I'm flirting. I suppose they're right. The one thing that will instantly turn me away from a person though, male or female, is if they're pretending to be something they're not. It's not worth it in my mind, and I don't see why they even try. Likewise, I don't like people who bully others either. It's not fair to be pushed around and made to feel like your worthless.
I guess that by now a few strange things about my personality should be said. Perhaps it would be better to list these than anything else. For starters, I hate loud noises. Every turn when the rainy season starts to come along, the thunder is horrid. I dislike being closed off, instead I prefer wide spaces where I can see where I'm going. Though, I suppose too big or a space like the sea also isn't good. Simply, that is because you can't tell what is underneath you. Not to say that with Araeith around I would ever fear anything. No, I don't worry about much with her.
Perhaps, I should explain further here how it is that I am like my lovely dragoness. I suppose it's possible that I learned these traits from her, but other times I wonder if I had them all along and she saw them hiding away inside of me. It's not often that I become devious or manipulative. However, when pushed to using those traits, I can and will. I can be silver-tongued with snarky come-backs as well. Most of which have only gotten to a finer point since I impressed her.
The last thing I should probably state, is that I have my own standards. I don't care what your opinion of proper is, all that I want to understand is my own. I'm headstrong in that way I guess, and slightly childish as well now that I realize this.
Araeith
Bonded'sName: Araeith {Are-I-E-th)
Bonded's Type: dragon
Bonded's Gender: female
Bonded's Hex Codes:
Hex codes- d72800, EE7600, ae0000, FF6600
Bonded's Size in Feet: 23 feet
Bonded's Age: 2 turns
Bonded's Personality:
Unlike her rider, Araeith is vain, a brat, and entirely childish. She wants everything to be about her, and she doesn't care what anyone else thinks. She often blames others as well, but will never blame herself. Most wonder how the flame hued dragoness ever came to choose her rider, and to tell the truth even Myranine doesn't know exactly. However, they find some way to work together. Besides being the things above, Araeith is also quick to challenge others, and detests any female who thinks she's better than her. All eyes should be on her, that's what she always says. Besides this, the dragoness is also devious, malicious, and possessive. All of which only add to the trouble-making attitude.
Bonded's Appearance:
A full range of colors found during a sunset, Araeith ranges from a orange copper to a reddish copper in color. These color switch off in a fiery pattern that has an iridescent look to it as well, which she takes great pride in. The only main markings she has are bands of her reddish copper color. One thick one is found around her neck, while there are smaller ones around her tail, legs and wing spurs. Her eyes also have this color lining them and trailing down her her snout to her nose. She's small though, and quite lithe. Only 23 feet long, she has falcon-like wings that are slightly longer than they should be. Likewise, her tail is elongated too, as is her neck. It gives her a snake-like appearance at times, which fits her quite well often. In flight, she's an agile thing, but does occasionally have issues if she changes direction too fast.
Pets: One Firelizard
Pet Name: Setia (Seh-she-uh)
Type and Coloring: Flit
Gender: female
Size: 1 foot
Information:
Setia was hatched not long ago from an egg Myranine bought at a gather. The flit quickly proved to be a problem when her personality turned for the worse. Even though she's sweet to Hers and LargeHers, Setia is a trickster. She's often jovial, malicious, devious, cunning, and prideful as well. To be honest, she's a thief in a blue and purple hide.
Family
Mother: Myrie (deceased)
Father: Nanin (deceased)
Uncle: Mycal (Lord Holder of Kusra Hold)
History
My story never really started until I met Araeith, or that's how it seems. Before her, I was the daughter of a small lord holder and his lady. The hold was named Kusra, and it resided on a coastline in Silence Country not far off from the Weyr. My parents were well liked in their home, and I had a free reign of the place. I loved life, and it was good. My mother spent time with me when she could, and my father always set aside some part of the week to play and show me the ocean. It's my favorite place to go to now, probably because it reminds me of them. Soon though, things changed. A sickness spread through our hold, killing many. My parents were of the first to go.
I suppose, thinking back now, that that was the reason I chose to become a healer. I wanted to fight things like the sickness which changed my entire life that Winter. So, at 8 turns, I went into Antaris Hold and studied. I was terrified when I first arrived. It was so much larger, so much more crowded than my old home at Kusra. I suppose that's where I learned to truly be calm, but also where I learned to fear being too crowded. It took a while to graduate with the others, but eventually I did. At this time though, my Uncle was running the hold my parents had had at one time. He called me back, now a journeyman. I thought it was to have me as a healer there, apparently he had other plans.
He wanted me to marry someone, a son from a larger hold nearby. Somehow he had gotten into debt, it honestly was is gambling habits though I didn't know that at the time. I refused, and he became angry. Only a 20 turn old at the time, he locked me in a room. It was around this time that a friend of mine had come to search for candidates. There were eggs at the nearby Weyr, and they would hatch in a few days. Last minute candidates were needed, and so he came.
His dragon knew me, we had even spoken to each other before. When the green and brown creature touched down on the land near the hold, Carith called out to me in greeting. When I didn't come, his rider T'rim came and went to find me. I greeted my friend as he burst through the locked door, having found something to open it with. From there, we left. My uncle was furious, but I shook my head and went anyway.
When we arrived, the hatching had begun early. He dropped me off then, apologizing for his timing. It couldn't have been any better though. I remember watching the girls nearby. They were so frightened of the hatchlings that stalked out of their shells. The wide eyes of the candidate next to me searched my face, wondering why I didn't fear them either. As one dragonet mauled a candidate by accident, I saw what they were scared of. Instead of fearing though, I ran over and broke off a strip of my robes, pulling the boy's clawed arm into my lap so I could wrap it up.
"I'm a healer," I yelled it above the din of the hatching sands. He nodded his head, then pointed behind me with shocked eyes. Something nudged me then, both mentally and physically. Myranine! You should be paying attention to me Mine! Not some insignificant boy. Your Araeith is starving, feed me now. I shook my head, pushing the new emotions of impression behind me. "Not yet Araeith, you did this damage, I'm cleaning it up now." The flame hued dragoness hissed, and stamped her foot. Fiiiiiiiine! She plopped down then onto the sands and continued to whine despite her previous word.
From there, she and I were inseparable. Recently graduating from weyrlinghood has changed many things for us though, and I know that she will soon rise. I wait for that day both excited, and scared.
