Post by Dragon on Jul 27, 2008 19:12:45 GMT -5
Name: Magena
Age: 19
Rank: Weyrling
Family: Mother; Sialla.
Birthplace: Fort Hold
Appearance: A viper. That is what most who know Magena would call her. The nineteen turn old has a dark beauty, with deep chocolate hair falling to brush at her shoulders in softly waving locks, deep chocolate eyes that are dark enough some call them black. Skin naturally copper, it defies the genes of her mother's family, which has always had snow-pale skin-tone. Her bone structure is light, her frame small, standing only at 5' 4", yet whip-chord lean with muscle not even noticeably there. Magena has a flowing gait that only adds to her viper-like dangerous beauty.
The girl could take out an experienced fighter with three well placed hits. Though one can not see it by looking at her, she is weighed down with muscle, having worked all her life to be one of the boys. Her charm and beauty were what earned her Viper as a nickname when she was young. Able to talk her way out of anything, with a simple look. Though always rather short, she was otherwise well proportioned, with a well-endowed chest which she cursed at least once a day, and wide-set hips in a narrow waist. As the girl got older and grew into her body, she built her muscle up as well, and many learned fast she was a Viper not only in looks, but was quick as one too. With just as much venom and bite.
Her dark eyes are set slightly close together in a narrow face. narrow cheekbones give her face a rather imposing look. The corners of her eyes are raised, giving her a perpetual squint that is both mysterious and seductive, with her long lashes keeping most of her actual eyes hidden nearly all the time. Thin lips are always marked with cuts from where she bites them in determination while she struggles to make herself fit enough to out-do any man. Her wrists, arms, and legs are marked with numerous scars from when she was young and always trying to keep up with the boys her age and prove she was not so easily beaten as the other females of Fort.
Personality: If one were to go on personality alone, it might almost seem that Magena should have been born a boy. Even her mother said so. Magena wished she would have. Her whole live she has striven to make it to the top of the food chain. Her dark beauty deceives when it comes to who she is, for the girl would rather be out hunting with the men and become covered in blood, than mark her face with colored powders and line her eyes with dark smudges. She is rather vocal with her opinion, and often times you don't want to hear her opinion. Strong-willed as she is dark and mysterious, she never backs down from a challenge of any kind.
Her whole being revolves around being accepted as a worthy opponent to any male, and not just some creature that is destined to give birth to many boys to run a hold, and many girls to marry off for the same destiny as her. She seeks power, and fights for every small taste of it she gets. Her heart is likely to not even be present, for she has no mercy, and no tenderness in her body. Always brusque, she has no will to ever find love of any kind. Cold and distant, that is the basis of her personality.
The girl has many dreams of earning a respected position among the males. Earning a spot among other males in any way. The biggest of these dreams is Impressing a male fighting dragon. Therefore, in the moments she is not out getting into fights with boys, she is in her room daydreaming of Impressing a male dragon powerful enough to fight thread, and be seen as powerful even by the other Riders. There really is a dreamer somewhere under the cold and dark veil, though not a normal dreamer, by far.
History: Since her mother learned she was with child, it has been a mystery who Magena's father is. If Sialla ever knew, she has never told a soul. It is clear he was as different from Sialla as the ocean is from the desert, for while Sialla is as pale as snow and peaceful as a dove, Magena is dark and mysterious, always seeking a fight and causing trouble. Sialla was just a simple washer-woman in the Fort Lord Holder's household when she came to have Magena. Her rank moved up when the Lord Holder of Fort began to notice how dark and beautiful Magena was, and how close in age she was to his youngest son. The older Magena got, the better her and her mother were treated, as the Lord Holder began to hint at his desire to marry Magena to his son. Magena fought with her mother constantly over the subject, for her mother wanted her to marry the boy. Magena had no desire to end up married off, like some toy to be used to taking care of a house and having children. She started to cause more and more trouble, breaking things and starting fights to bring the Lord Holder's hate down on her.
Magena always strove to be one of the boys, and the more favor the Lord Holder showed her family, the harder it was to find a place among the boys. She began to resent being a girl, and then a woman. Often she would curse her chest, which did not go unnoticed by any of the boys. She defied her mother's wishes, and began to wear over-sized boys clothing to help her blend in more. She took a job working out in the fields, much to her mother's anger. Much of her youth was spent outside with the herd-beasts, the runners, and out with hunting parties.
When she turned 13, she took her fighting up a notch, defying those who were seeking to chain her by taking a place among those who crowded the search Dragons when they appeared at Fort. If there was one way that would let her escape this fate of being married off forever, it was to be taken to a Weyr and set before the hatching dragons to be chosen by them. While she could not hate anything more then the prospect of Impressing a Queen, or even a simple Green, she still strove to be chosen. When the Riders came, she would offer to serve them at meals, much to the surprise of her mother. Serving was a womans job, but Magena only wished to have the job for a chance to speak with the riders and catch their notice. She would also go and just sit within the sight of the Dragons, watching them carefully. Yes, a fighting Dragon was a sure way to escape here. And the creatures were so majestic, and powerful. She could accomplish much with a Dragon bonded to her.
And at last, in her fifteenth turn, one of the Search Dragons chose her. She ran home to get her things, and ended up in the biggest fight with her mother she had ever had. Her mother, the fragile snowy washer-woman, did not want her daughter to take the path of a Rider. A lowly path, she called it. Disgusted, Magena stormed out with her few belongings, and was taken to Fort Weyr to Stand at their hatchings. However, she was there three years and still no hatchling so much as considered her. Two weeks before her nineteenth birthday, and she transfered to Vyrzen Weyr to Stand at their Hatchings. Unlucky as she was, she missed their major hatching by a mere two days. However, after a few months of residing at Vyrzen waiting for their next clutch, her wish was granted. The Queen, Amath, clutched. And when Magena stood at the hatching, one of the Hatchlings picked her, Copper Nithuireth.
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Name: Copper Nithuireth
Appearance: Nithuireth is about the size a large Bronze would be at her age, although this is the only resemblance between the two. She appears to be rather small, though this is only an illusion created by the fact that her body is long and tapered. Her tail has about three feet extra then average, though the neat and nearly perfect little fork at the end of such a long tail makes it attractive rather then unwieldy and awkward. Her hide is a gleaming copper that even the precious rock itself might be envious of, nice and even all along until it changes to a swirling mix of Orchid purple and glittering Diamond mixing with the copper on her tail in a swirl of colours.
Personality:Nithuireth is at once very feminine and masculine. She enjoys her looks and basks in the attention of others, though she prefers to show off in a masculine way, drawing adoring looks to her dainty wings by flying circles around the males. Her lovely tail is put to use mercilessly crushing tunnel snakes to show off it's wonderful swirling pattern and the strength such beauty holds. Always she enjoys to express her femininity and strengths, though at times she will resort to flirting with the males just to show up the others, though this is rare. No matter the situation, though, you can always count on Nithuireth to be seeking admirers for her lovely hide and her strength to match the males.
Unlike her Bonded who seeks to avoid company, Nithuireth is always looking for a companion to talk to and show off to. Sometimes she even wanders away from Hers when Magena is feeling extremely anti-social, to find company on her own. She does find some annoyance in those that would prefer to chatter instead of work toward becoming stronger and powerful. Most often when looking for company she seeks out those males that are strongest and most masculine, finding she has a soft spot for them, and also that Hers prefers the company of those Bonded to such dragons, as Theirs are easy to put up with, or so she tells Nithuireth. While she loves attention and being admired, she also has a bit of a cold side when it comes to weaklings. She will not hesitate to tell one of her fellows to shut it when she thinks they are whining or being weak, and will stalk unannounced out of a room when stuck with company she dubs as too weak and pathetic for her attentions. Though neither is willing to admit it, Magena and Nithuireth are very well suited for each other.
Age: 19
Rank: Weyrling
Family: Mother; Sialla.
Birthplace: Fort Hold
Appearance: A viper. That is what most who know Magena would call her. The nineteen turn old has a dark beauty, with deep chocolate hair falling to brush at her shoulders in softly waving locks, deep chocolate eyes that are dark enough some call them black. Skin naturally copper, it defies the genes of her mother's family, which has always had snow-pale skin-tone. Her bone structure is light, her frame small, standing only at 5' 4", yet whip-chord lean with muscle not even noticeably there. Magena has a flowing gait that only adds to her viper-like dangerous beauty.
The girl could take out an experienced fighter with three well placed hits. Though one can not see it by looking at her, she is weighed down with muscle, having worked all her life to be one of the boys. Her charm and beauty were what earned her Viper as a nickname when she was young. Able to talk her way out of anything, with a simple look. Though always rather short, she was otherwise well proportioned, with a well-endowed chest which she cursed at least once a day, and wide-set hips in a narrow waist. As the girl got older and grew into her body, she built her muscle up as well, and many learned fast she was a Viper not only in looks, but was quick as one too. With just as much venom and bite.
Her dark eyes are set slightly close together in a narrow face. narrow cheekbones give her face a rather imposing look. The corners of her eyes are raised, giving her a perpetual squint that is both mysterious and seductive, with her long lashes keeping most of her actual eyes hidden nearly all the time. Thin lips are always marked with cuts from where she bites them in determination while she struggles to make herself fit enough to out-do any man. Her wrists, arms, and legs are marked with numerous scars from when she was young and always trying to keep up with the boys her age and prove she was not so easily beaten as the other females of Fort.
Personality: If one were to go on personality alone, it might almost seem that Magena should have been born a boy. Even her mother said so. Magena wished she would have. Her whole live she has striven to make it to the top of the food chain. Her dark beauty deceives when it comes to who she is, for the girl would rather be out hunting with the men and become covered in blood, than mark her face with colored powders and line her eyes with dark smudges. She is rather vocal with her opinion, and often times you don't want to hear her opinion. Strong-willed as she is dark and mysterious, she never backs down from a challenge of any kind.
Her whole being revolves around being accepted as a worthy opponent to any male, and not just some creature that is destined to give birth to many boys to run a hold, and many girls to marry off for the same destiny as her. She seeks power, and fights for every small taste of it she gets. Her heart is likely to not even be present, for she has no mercy, and no tenderness in her body. Always brusque, she has no will to ever find love of any kind. Cold and distant, that is the basis of her personality.
The girl has many dreams of earning a respected position among the males. Earning a spot among other males in any way. The biggest of these dreams is Impressing a male fighting dragon. Therefore, in the moments she is not out getting into fights with boys, she is in her room daydreaming of Impressing a male dragon powerful enough to fight thread, and be seen as powerful even by the other Riders. There really is a dreamer somewhere under the cold and dark veil, though not a normal dreamer, by far.
History: Since her mother learned she was with child, it has been a mystery who Magena's father is. If Sialla ever knew, she has never told a soul. It is clear he was as different from Sialla as the ocean is from the desert, for while Sialla is as pale as snow and peaceful as a dove, Magena is dark and mysterious, always seeking a fight and causing trouble. Sialla was just a simple washer-woman in the Fort Lord Holder's household when she came to have Magena. Her rank moved up when the Lord Holder of Fort began to notice how dark and beautiful Magena was, and how close in age she was to his youngest son. The older Magena got, the better her and her mother were treated, as the Lord Holder began to hint at his desire to marry Magena to his son. Magena fought with her mother constantly over the subject, for her mother wanted her to marry the boy. Magena had no desire to end up married off, like some toy to be used to taking care of a house and having children. She started to cause more and more trouble, breaking things and starting fights to bring the Lord Holder's hate down on her.
Magena always strove to be one of the boys, and the more favor the Lord Holder showed her family, the harder it was to find a place among the boys. She began to resent being a girl, and then a woman. Often she would curse her chest, which did not go unnoticed by any of the boys. She defied her mother's wishes, and began to wear over-sized boys clothing to help her blend in more. She took a job working out in the fields, much to her mother's anger. Much of her youth was spent outside with the herd-beasts, the runners, and out with hunting parties.
When she turned 13, she took her fighting up a notch, defying those who were seeking to chain her by taking a place among those who crowded the search Dragons when they appeared at Fort. If there was one way that would let her escape this fate of being married off forever, it was to be taken to a Weyr and set before the hatching dragons to be chosen by them. While she could not hate anything more then the prospect of Impressing a Queen, or even a simple Green, she still strove to be chosen. When the Riders came, she would offer to serve them at meals, much to the surprise of her mother. Serving was a womans job, but Magena only wished to have the job for a chance to speak with the riders and catch their notice. She would also go and just sit within the sight of the Dragons, watching them carefully. Yes, a fighting Dragon was a sure way to escape here. And the creatures were so majestic, and powerful. She could accomplish much with a Dragon bonded to her.
And at last, in her fifteenth turn, one of the Search Dragons chose her. She ran home to get her things, and ended up in the biggest fight with her mother she had ever had. Her mother, the fragile snowy washer-woman, did not want her daughter to take the path of a Rider. A lowly path, she called it. Disgusted, Magena stormed out with her few belongings, and was taken to Fort Weyr to Stand at their hatchings. However, she was there three years and still no hatchling so much as considered her. Two weeks before her nineteenth birthday, and she transfered to Vyrzen Weyr to Stand at their Hatchings. Unlucky as she was, she missed their major hatching by a mere two days. However, after a few months of residing at Vyrzen waiting for their next clutch, her wish was granted. The Queen, Amath, clutched. And when Magena stood at the hatching, one of the Hatchlings picked her, Copper Nithuireth.
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Name: Copper Nithuireth
Appearance: Nithuireth is about the size a large Bronze would be at her age, although this is the only resemblance between the two. She appears to be rather small, though this is only an illusion created by the fact that her body is long and tapered. Her tail has about three feet extra then average, though the neat and nearly perfect little fork at the end of such a long tail makes it attractive rather then unwieldy and awkward. Her hide is a gleaming copper that even the precious rock itself might be envious of, nice and even all along until it changes to a swirling mix of Orchid purple and glittering Diamond mixing with the copper on her tail in a swirl of colours.
Personality:Nithuireth is at once very feminine and masculine. She enjoys her looks and basks in the attention of others, though she prefers to show off in a masculine way, drawing adoring looks to her dainty wings by flying circles around the males. Her lovely tail is put to use mercilessly crushing tunnel snakes to show off it's wonderful swirling pattern and the strength such beauty holds. Always she enjoys to express her femininity and strengths, though at times she will resort to flirting with the males just to show up the others, though this is rare. No matter the situation, though, you can always count on Nithuireth to be seeking admirers for her lovely hide and her strength to match the males.
Unlike her Bonded who seeks to avoid company, Nithuireth is always looking for a companion to talk to and show off to. Sometimes she even wanders away from Hers when Magena is feeling extremely anti-social, to find company on her own. She does find some annoyance in those that would prefer to chatter instead of work toward becoming stronger and powerful. Most often when looking for company she seeks out those males that are strongest and most masculine, finding she has a soft spot for them, and also that Hers prefers the company of those Bonded to such dragons, as Theirs are easy to put up with, or so she tells Nithuireth. While she loves attention and being admired, she also has a bit of a cold side when it comes to weaklings. She will not hesitate to tell one of her fellows to shut it when she thinks they are whining or being weak, and will stalk unannounced out of a room when stuck with company she dubs as too weak and pathetic for her attentions. Though neither is willing to admit it, Magena and Nithuireth are very well suited for each other.