Post by Eideen on Sept 15, 2008 12:21:53 GMT -8
Name: Eideen | Pronunciation:: Eh? - DEAN (Not Eye-dean)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Frost
Physical Description
At about 5'11", she's somewhat tall for women of her age and build. Her shoulders are a bit wider than her hips, but her sides seem very streamlined. She's quite willowy, not at all stocky in any sense. Her skin is quite pale, mostly untouched by blemishes, save for a few on the backs of her fingers. The areas around her spritely green eyes are dark, suggesting lack of sleep. Her face is angular, her chin reaching a gently rounded point with cheeks settled high. Both brows are dark - near blue-black like the uncut curtain of thigh-length black hair she keeps back over her shoulders, away from her face. Sharp, her features. And her grin looks slightly manic when it appears.
Her clothes are the standard sort you'd see on a rider. Boots up to just below her knees, thick trousers tucked into them. Her jacket is medium weight, and when left open, shows off a plain off-white tunic under a buttoned vest. When not worn, her gloves are stuck in a pocket. The entire ensemble seems to have been crafted from the same beasts' hides, and the leathers are slightly red in hue. The fur lining her jacket's hood is a creamy beige. Strange though it may seem, the knot on her shoulder does, in fact, put her in the Frost Wing riding Green.
Personality
Caustic might be the best description of Eid's personality. She's rowdy, enough of a prankster to edge on malicious, but never quite crossing the line. Toeing it heavily, yes. Her temper is on an invisible tripwire, and there's no telling what trips it until it's too late. Her sense of humor is warped at best and sick at worst. Very determined, however. When things need doing, she'll buckle down and straighten up. But that doesn't bar her from making wise-cracks or snippy comments during.
Background
Weyr born, Eid complicated the lives of her working parents. She a cook, he a stablehand. Luckily, the nannies in the Weyr had room for one more, so Eid was cared for while both parents did their tasks, and then got to spend time with them in the evenings. Such was normal for most of her childhood and early adolescence, and the same could be said for her brother that came when she was about ten. When she was old enough, she began learning the trades her parents and was subsequently put to work when she showed comprehension.
Such mundane things needed spicing up. For a while, folks that took their meals in the Weyr living caverns would have been subject to such spicing up. Anything from soups that were hot enough to burn taste buds to flans filled with all manner of strangeness were doled out to unknowing feasters. Though the culprit behind the pranks was never outed publicly, they ceased no more than a seven after they started.
Truth is, she got bored. And her victims were getting to be slim-pickings.
As children had a habit of doing, her brother went missing - much to the despair and heartache of Eid's parents. It was a hard time, but as things tend to do, they got on. And aside from the depressing weeks leading up to the anniversary of his disappearance, they did their best to remain happy with what they had.
At around her 17th turn, she'd been put in charge of minding the glows and making sure the Weyr was lit properly. This, along with other jobs she was given, were met with grudging obedience. What managed to gain her complete ire, however, is how she got roped into preparation during a hatching. Not one of the women chosen to stand around and gawk at the gold egg, she got stuffed into the Weyrling's confines setting up barrels of food and oils for the hatchlings' hides. Only glimpses of the activity on the sands was allowed, and only when she wasn't being eyed by the woman coordinating efforts. She hurried through the work, wanting to be -gone- before the hatchlings and their riders started flooding in. But, she was a little too late. Already one was coming in and she was at the nearest bucket of meat, so of -course- the green had bee-lined for her. Eid was not expecting to get /knocked down/ in the process. Words of protest were stilled on her lips the moment her head was filled with a loud 'MINE' and her face was nuzzled by a minty-green nose that poured churlish purrs and satisfied rumbles like laughter. Apparently, Daikalveth wanted something other than what the Weyr had provided in terms of riders. And it was Eideen.
Uh..
Needless to say, Weyrlinghood was a little odd. The already fantastically bitchy Eideen was thrust in with other new riders and their dragons. The Weyrling Master was tolerant, if a little begrudging, in her education. You couldn't really say she was bullied - though they did try, the others. They should have expected the vicious retaliation, but they were dumb. It took a month, but after at least two of them had lost a couple teeth to candies that were less than sweet, and others had had to run outside in the cold to fetch their undergarments (By then quite frozen, of course), they left her alone.
She had something to protect, after all. Not just her, but Daikalveth. The green, by this point, had adopted her riders' pension for plotting. And although she couldn't remember long-term plans, she was good at following direction and line of thought when the moment of action came. Trouble wasn't just their middle name combined, but their CREED. Even the consequences to their actions, which were sometimes harsh, could not spoil their growing feelings of prankster superiority.
With little fanfare, however, Weyrlinghood ended and they were shunted off to the Frost Wing as fast as the Weyrling Master and Wingleader could manage. Put her to work, they thought. That'd calm them down... right? Not really. Tenacity was theirs, and whatever they were tasked with, they did with gusto and a mindset of 'Damn the torpedos'. Sometimes, they even did things that were productive and helpful to the Weyr!
The next several turns saw the duo working hard and being consistant in their joined failure to give a damn about opinions on whether or not they should exist as a rider and dragon pair. Hell, there'd been other women on green! The fact that Eid had been the first at Telgar had stuck in a few craws, certainly, but no one could call them worthless and have any backup. They did their stuff.
And continue to do so.
Dragonriders
Dragon's Name: Daikalveth
Color: Green
Age: 6
Size: 15'
Physical Description:
A slender thing, lithe and long like stretched mint taffy, Daikalveth shines like a cool and distant star. She's limned in light, her edges reflected as though she was coated in a pearly powder. Its highlights glow brightest on curved headknobs and precocious snout, outlining slender toes and all down the ridge of her back. Quick-moving and sinewy, to find she's fleet in flight is no surprise, but her speed's as much a gift of overlarge wings with sails translucent like frosted glass as it is due to her lean racer's figure.
Personality:
Born to be wild! Daikalveth takes joy in everything, and her joy is fierce. She is consuming, taking, demanding: what she wants she simply reaches out and grabs, and rarely takes time to regret it should an object escape the close of her talons. There's always something else to experience, and Daikalveth experiences everything in full. Terrible as a weyrling, she's outstanding as a wingrider - in interval, anyway; her ferocity could well be the end of her, were she living during Pass.
Bright in mind as she is in body, Daikalveth's intellect suffers only from the short term of her memory. Her considerable wit is therefore most often felt in the form of sharp jibes and clever repartées: she is, more than most dragons, quick-tongued.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? You betcha!
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Frost
Physical Description
At about 5'11", she's somewhat tall for women of her age and build. Her shoulders are a bit wider than her hips, but her sides seem very streamlined. She's quite willowy, not at all stocky in any sense. Her skin is quite pale, mostly untouched by blemishes, save for a few on the backs of her fingers. The areas around her spritely green eyes are dark, suggesting lack of sleep. Her face is angular, her chin reaching a gently rounded point with cheeks settled high. Both brows are dark - near blue-black like the uncut curtain of thigh-length black hair she keeps back over her shoulders, away from her face. Sharp, her features. And her grin looks slightly manic when it appears.
Her clothes are the standard sort you'd see on a rider. Boots up to just below her knees, thick trousers tucked into them. Her jacket is medium weight, and when left open, shows off a plain off-white tunic under a buttoned vest. When not worn, her gloves are stuck in a pocket. The entire ensemble seems to have been crafted from the same beasts' hides, and the leathers are slightly red in hue. The fur lining her jacket's hood is a creamy beige. Strange though it may seem, the knot on her shoulder does, in fact, put her in the Frost Wing riding Green.
Personality
Caustic might be the best description of Eid's personality. She's rowdy, enough of a prankster to edge on malicious, but never quite crossing the line. Toeing it heavily, yes. Her temper is on an invisible tripwire, and there's no telling what trips it until it's too late. Her sense of humor is warped at best and sick at worst. Very determined, however. When things need doing, she'll buckle down and straighten up. But that doesn't bar her from making wise-cracks or snippy comments during.
Background
Weyr born, Eid complicated the lives of her working parents. She a cook, he a stablehand. Luckily, the nannies in the Weyr had room for one more, so Eid was cared for while both parents did their tasks, and then got to spend time with them in the evenings. Such was normal for most of her childhood and early adolescence, and the same could be said for her brother that came when she was about ten. When she was old enough, she began learning the trades her parents and was subsequently put to work when she showed comprehension.
Such mundane things needed spicing up. For a while, folks that took their meals in the Weyr living caverns would have been subject to such spicing up. Anything from soups that were hot enough to burn taste buds to flans filled with all manner of strangeness were doled out to unknowing feasters. Though the culprit behind the pranks was never outed publicly, they ceased no more than a seven after they started.
Truth is, she got bored. And her victims were getting to be slim-pickings.
As children had a habit of doing, her brother went missing - much to the despair and heartache of Eid's parents. It was a hard time, but as things tend to do, they got on. And aside from the depressing weeks leading up to the anniversary of his disappearance, they did their best to remain happy with what they had.
At around her 17th turn, she'd been put in charge of minding the glows and making sure the Weyr was lit properly. This, along with other jobs she was given, were met with grudging obedience. What managed to gain her complete ire, however, is how she got roped into preparation during a hatching. Not one of the women chosen to stand around and gawk at the gold egg, she got stuffed into the Weyrling's confines setting up barrels of food and oils for the hatchlings' hides. Only glimpses of the activity on the sands was allowed, and only when she wasn't being eyed by the woman coordinating efforts. She hurried through the work, wanting to be -gone- before the hatchlings and their riders started flooding in. But, she was a little too late. Already one was coming in and she was at the nearest bucket of meat, so of -course- the green had bee-lined for her. Eid was not expecting to get /knocked down/ in the process. Words of protest were stilled on her lips the moment her head was filled with a loud 'MINE' and her face was nuzzled by a minty-green nose that poured churlish purrs and satisfied rumbles like laughter. Apparently, Daikalveth wanted something other than what the Weyr had provided in terms of riders. And it was Eideen.
Uh..
Needless to say, Weyrlinghood was a little odd. The already fantastically bitchy Eideen was thrust in with other new riders and their dragons. The Weyrling Master was tolerant, if a little begrudging, in her education. You couldn't really say she was bullied - though they did try, the others. They should have expected the vicious retaliation, but they were dumb. It took a month, but after at least two of them had lost a couple teeth to candies that were less than sweet, and others had had to run outside in the cold to fetch their undergarments (By then quite frozen, of course), they left her alone.
She had something to protect, after all. Not just her, but Daikalveth. The green, by this point, had adopted her riders' pension for plotting. And although she couldn't remember long-term plans, she was good at following direction and line of thought when the moment of action came. Trouble wasn't just their middle name combined, but their CREED. Even the consequences to their actions, which were sometimes harsh, could not spoil their growing feelings of prankster superiority.
With little fanfare, however, Weyrlinghood ended and they were shunted off to the Frost Wing as fast as the Weyrling Master and Wingleader could manage. Put her to work, they thought. That'd calm them down... right? Not really. Tenacity was theirs, and whatever they were tasked with, they did with gusto and a mindset of 'Damn the torpedos'. Sometimes, they even did things that were productive and helpful to the Weyr!
The next several turns saw the duo working hard and being consistant in their joined failure to give a damn about opinions on whether or not they should exist as a rider and dragon pair. Hell, there'd been other women on green! The fact that Eid had been the first at Telgar had stuck in a few craws, certainly, but no one could call them worthless and have any backup. They did their stuff.
And continue to do so.
Dragonriders
Dragon's Name: Daikalveth
Color: Green
Age: 6
Size: 15'
Physical Description:
A slender thing, lithe and long like stretched mint taffy, Daikalveth shines like a cool and distant star. She's limned in light, her edges reflected as though she was coated in a pearly powder. Its highlights glow brightest on curved headknobs and precocious snout, outlining slender toes and all down the ridge of her back. Quick-moving and sinewy, to find she's fleet in flight is no surprise, but her speed's as much a gift of overlarge wings with sails translucent like frosted glass as it is due to her lean racer's figure.
Personality:
Born to be wild! Daikalveth takes joy in everything, and her joy is fierce. She is consuming, taking, demanding: what she wants she simply reaches out and grabs, and rarely takes time to regret it should an object escape the close of her talons. There's always something else to experience, and Daikalveth experiences everything in full. Terrible as a weyrling, she's outstanding as a wingrider - in interval, anyway; her ferocity could well be the end of her, were she living during Pass.
Bright in mind as she is in body, Daikalveth's intellect suffers only from the short term of her memory. Her considerable wit is therefore most often felt in the form of sharp jibes and clever repartées: she is, more than most dragons, quick-tongued.
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit? You betcha!
