Post by Ynahi - A'ryto on Mar 10, 2004 23:28:07 GMT -5
Name: Ynahi
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Anything goes, though this character doesn't mix well with blues... usually, that is. She's managed it once. (yes, same char, different name... sometimes with the same name)
Dragon's Name/Prefrence: many soft vowels ^^ like a's, e's, i's and y's.
Character's Looks: Hair of the darkest shades of blond fall in a limp frame around her face to call attention to the fact that everything about this girl, aside from her height, is tiny. Her hair is considered brown by some and dark blonde by others, though none really know what color to call it. "Dried honey" say some, and "Caramel" say others, though truly words escape this color, the shade of brown that hits the boarderline of aureate and auburn. Her eyes, it seems, mimic her hair, for in most light they seem brown, though in the brightest of areas they can be tinged by the gold flecks that reside within them. Her hair falls just past her shoulders, or would, if it were straightened, though she keeps it to where the artfully-cut (almost layered-looking) ends curl under her small chin. Her figure is small and thin in all places, not merely the hips at which most are. Her legs and arms are thin, her muscles attatched firmly to the bone, her feet small and thin. Unfortunately, one can't merely describe Ynahi as "small," for she is actually on the tall end of the normal spectrum when it comes to height. She's not big enough to be called "tall," but she's above the average. Her face is delicate and thin, all of her features being cleanly shaped and made entirely of lines with as few curves as possible. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped, and were she Terran, one would say she had Euro-Asian decent from her fair hair and slightly tilted eyes.
Character's Personality: Orderly, methodical, and self-contained. Needs the respect, recognition, and understanding of those close to her. The situation is regarded as threatening or dangerous. Outraged by the thought that she will be unable to achieve her goals and distressed at the feeling of helplessness to remedy this. Over-extended and feels beset to the point of bottling up emotions within her. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to achieve satisfaction through being better than others at her few talents but tends to hold aloof emotionally.
Feels that things stand in her way, that circumstances are forcing her to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being. Desires release from an unsatisfactory situation and from existing burdens which are both depressing and intolerable. Seeking a way out, but feels there is no solution. Tries to protect herself against becoming involved in arguments and conflict. A feeling of powerlessness subjects her to agitation, irritation, and acute distress from which she tries to escape by refusing further direct participation. She confines herself to a cautious approach and a concealed determination to get her own way in the end.
Character's History: Nothing important here, either. Raised in a runner-racing hold, had a job with parents as stablehand, was searched by her brother (A'ryto) and sent to the Weyr with a friend of the family (B'ryn, NPC). Short, simple, and totally Un-Sue... a rarity.
RP Sample:
A brown dragon, dancing through the sky, flirting with the clouds as they passed him by. His rider... she looks an awful lot like me. A green dragon, practicing drills with firestone, her too-familiar rider passing the rocks to her, then the dragon belching a stream of flame to the encouragement of the rider. How strange... another rider that looks like me. And, from the heights, a gold dragon sunning herself, stretching lazily in the sun... with what seems to be a yet another clone of me fawning over her every move.
And then it all broke appart.
Sitting perfectly still for a moment after waking, Ynahi's eyes stayed closed. It was a dream. She had no miraculous clones, and most of all, she had no dragon. Likely, there would be one in her life soon, aye, but it wasn't to be anything immediate, it appeared.
How long does it take for a coupla eggs to hatch, anyway? she asked herself irritably.
That's when she heard the humming.
I know that sound!
The girl's eyes were wide open in an instant, though no other part of her body moved. Yes, the walls were even reverberating a bit with the nice, deep echo of the dragon's welcome-song.
Carefully, as though the moment might be broken if she made the wrong move, the girl reached her left arm out, searching, searching... aha! Fingers wrapped about soft, thick cloth and she snatched it towards her with a snap of the wrist. In the same motion, the candidate sat bolt-upright...
Only to smack her head into bed-post.
Now the thrumming of the dragons was accompanied by a throbbing of her temple, and already there was a small lump forming on the top of her forehead. She winced as a cautious hand snaked its way up to massage her aching temples. She had layed back down as soon as she hit, startled as she was by the bedpost being there.
As soon as she thought herself ready, the girl prepared herself to get out of bed again. The excuse "I hit my head and was in the candidate barracks" would certainly not comfort the poor dragon who would go between because of her fear.
She inched her way hastily over, looking somewhat like an sideways inchworm. Cautious but quick, that was the key! Getting there on time without letting herself do something stupid. She took the last little bit of the bed and scooched over it...
to fall elbow-first onto the floor.
It was going to be a looong day.
After managing to get herself into the garb and out of the candidate's barracks without further incident, the girl was dashing along the hallways of the weyr, skidding around corners and nearly running into a wide assortment of people. Her footsteps echoed along with the thrumming, like the duo of drum and guitar. It seemed that every footstep was punctuated with another note from the humming dragons, though surely it was just her overactive imagination getting carried away.
The Hatching Grounds. There they were before her, stretching out like a long, crowded beach. Eggs were left! Oh, thank Faranth, there were eggs left! She wouldn't be left alone in the world, not if there were eggs! Certainly one of them would think her suitable? She'd MAKE them think her suitable, that's what she'd do!
Her stride lengthened and she head her throbbing head aloft, arms at her side like the proud candidate she was. Not realizing that the candidates were seperated by gender, she stood between the group of girls and the group of boys. She was a bit alone in this area, but had quite a nice veiw of the hatching... she wondered why none of the others had tried this before! It was certainly easier that getting pushed about in that little gaggle, no doubt.
Age: 16 Turns
Gender: Female
Position: Candidate
Dragon's Color/Prefrence: Anything goes, though this character doesn't mix well with blues... usually, that is. She's managed it once. (yes, same char, different name... sometimes with the same name)
Dragon's Name/Prefrence: many soft vowels ^^ like a's, e's, i's and y's.
Character's Looks: Hair of the darkest shades of blond fall in a limp frame around her face to call attention to the fact that everything about this girl, aside from her height, is tiny. Her hair is considered brown by some and dark blonde by others, though none really know what color to call it. "Dried honey" say some, and "Caramel" say others, though truly words escape this color, the shade of brown that hits the boarderline of aureate and auburn. Her eyes, it seems, mimic her hair, for in most light they seem brown, though in the brightest of areas they can be tinged by the gold flecks that reside within them. Her hair falls just past her shoulders, or would, if it were straightened, though she keeps it to where the artfully-cut (almost layered-looking) ends curl under her small chin. Her figure is small and thin in all places, not merely the hips at which most are. Her legs and arms are thin, her muscles attatched firmly to the bone, her feet small and thin. Unfortunately, one can't merely describe Ynahi as "small," for she is actually on the tall end of the normal spectrum when it comes to height. She's not big enough to be called "tall," but she's above the average. Her face is delicate and thin, all of her features being cleanly shaped and made entirely of lines with as few curves as possible. Her eyes are slightly almond shaped, and were she Terran, one would say she had Euro-Asian decent from her fair hair and slightly tilted eyes.
Character's Personality: Orderly, methodical, and self-contained. Needs the respect, recognition, and understanding of those close to her. The situation is regarded as threatening or dangerous. Outraged by the thought that she will be unable to achieve her goals and distressed at the feeling of helplessness to remedy this. Over-extended and feels beset to the point of bottling up emotions within her. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to achieve satisfaction through being better than others at her few talents but tends to hold aloof emotionally.
Feels that things stand in her way, that circumstances are forcing her to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being. Desires release from an unsatisfactory situation and from existing burdens which are both depressing and intolerable. Seeking a way out, but feels there is no solution. Tries to protect herself against becoming involved in arguments and conflict. A feeling of powerlessness subjects her to agitation, irritation, and acute distress from which she tries to escape by refusing further direct participation. She confines herself to a cautious approach and a concealed determination to get her own way in the end.
Character's History: Nothing important here, either. Raised in a runner-racing hold, had a job with parents as stablehand, was searched by her brother (A'ryto) and sent to the Weyr with a friend of the family (B'ryn, NPC). Short, simple, and totally Un-Sue... a rarity.
RP Sample:
A brown dragon, dancing through the sky, flirting with the clouds as they passed him by. His rider... she looks an awful lot like me. A green dragon, practicing drills with firestone, her too-familiar rider passing the rocks to her, then the dragon belching a stream of flame to the encouragement of the rider. How strange... another rider that looks like me. And, from the heights, a gold dragon sunning herself, stretching lazily in the sun... with what seems to be a yet another clone of me fawning over her every move.
And then it all broke appart.
Sitting perfectly still for a moment after waking, Ynahi's eyes stayed closed. It was a dream. She had no miraculous clones, and most of all, she had no dragon. Likely, there would be one in her life soon, aye, but it wasn't to be anything immediate, it appeared.
How long does it take for a coupla eggs to hatch, anyway? she asked herself irritably.
That's when she heard the humming.
I know that sound!
The girl's eyes were wide open in an instant, though no other part of her body moved. Yes, the walls were even reverberating a bit with the nice, deep echo of the dragon's welcome-song.
Carefully, as though the moment might be broken if she made the wrong move, the girl reached her left arm out, searching, searching... aha! Fingers wrapped about soft, thick cloth and she snatched it towards her with a snap of the wrist. In the same motion, the candidate sat bolt-upright...
Only to smack her head into bed-post.
Now the thrumming of the dragons was accompanied by a throbbing of her temple, and already there was a small lump forming on the top of her forehead. She winced as a cautious hand snaked its way up to massage her aching temples. She had layed back down as soon as she hit, startled as she was by the bedpost being there.
As soon as she thought herself ready, the girl prepared herself to get out of bed again. The excuse "I hit my head and was in the candidate barracks" would certainly not comfort the poor dragon who would go between because of her fear.
She inched her way hastily over, looking somewhat like an sideways inchworm. Cautious but quick, that was the key! Getting there on time without letting herself do something stupid. She took the last little bit of the bed and scooched over it...
to fall elbow-first onto the floor.
It was going to be a looong day.
After managing to get herself into the garb and out of the candidate's barracks without further incident, the girl was dashing along the hallways of the weyr, skidding around corners and nearly running into a wide assortment of people. Her footsteps echoed along with the thrumming, like the duo of drum and guitar. It seemed that every footstep was punctuated with another note from the humming dragons, though surely it was just her overactive imagination getting carried away.
The Hatching Grounds. There they were before her, stretching out like a long, crowded beach. Eggs were left! Oh, thank Faranth, there were eggs left! She wouldn't be left alone in the world, not if there were eggs! Certainly one of them would think her suitable? She'd MAKE them think her suitable, that's what she'd do!
Her stride lengthened and she head her throbbing head aloft, arms at her side like the proud candidate she was. Not realizing that the candidates were seperated by gender, she stood between the group of girls and the group of boys. She was a bit alone in this area, but had quite a nice veiw of the hatching... she wondered why none of the others had tried this before! It was certainly easier that getting pushed about in that little gaggle, no doubt.
