Post by Lothyna on Sept 29, 2010 23:52:22 GMT -5
Player:
Name: Lothy
Are you 17+?: Yes
Contact Information:
AIM: Nekonokuroyami
Email: Lothyna@gmail.com
Past RP Experience: Not listing agaiiiiin. <3
Character:
Name: Selene
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Too young to know
Occupation: Weyrbrat
Description:
Laughter and sunshine made real, Selene is a nymph of a child, if only Pern held the lore of earth. Slim even for a child, the young girl is wispy and almost ethereal at times, her lithe form surprisingly coordinated. Never really having had baby fat, she has become rather delicate in appearance and fine-boned as she grows, although she is far from adulthood yet. While her long limbs lend themselves to being a little monkey, they also fit perfectly with the appearance of someone who is slightly fey-or of careful breeding.
Long lock of a pale, flowing gold, white at birth as children are, have kept near that color by constant time in the sun. Since once she was ‘old enough’ to plead, Selene has refused to let any cut her hair, which hangs wispily at her waist when clean (usually in the morning) and tangles something fierce by nightfall with her daily actions. Neither too thick or thin a head, though, and rather straight, her hair is somewhat fine, unlike the thick curls of some of the Weyr’s candidates whom she envies just a little bit.
Unlike most blonds, however, Selene has startlingly dark brown eyes, which are seemingly always alight with joy at life and love of the animals she’s constantly with, fearless and determined. They dart about constantly as she tries to take her entire world in, always willing to go find a new hide-away, explore that tree, stare in awe at a shiny-breasted fire lizard sunning. When she’s upset, though, those deep brown eyes are tear-filled and accusing, coupled with a pouting lower lip and clenched fists.
Those lips are bound to get her in trouble one day, if she keeps growing as she is, full and thick and just a touch of red on the pale peach. While not vain, or careful about her appearance, she gets plenty of attention for it regardless, when you add in a small dimple, button-nose wrinkled playfully, and a stubborn chin just daring someone to challenge her in any way. Despite her lithe form, Selene has recently hit one of her growth spurts, and now stands at just barely 3 feet, eight inches, though her long legs suggest later height additions too.
Though young, she has already garnered a few small, silver scars, usually the results of long days playing about the Weyr and beaches, where she loves to spend her time exploring under the watchful eyes of dragons or fire lizards-hunting spider-claws, crawlies, and other little things. Of course, small cuts from them are common thusly, but she finds the fun worth it, and isn’t vain enough to be bothered. Instead, those little cuts are badges of honor with others in the creche if she’s ever forced there.
Personality:
An earthy child, Selene is already rather well-developed as a person, and rather precocious, even for a Weyr’s child. Rather more complex that most of the youngsters her age, she has spent much-perhaps too much-time enamored of the draconian kin, learning as much as she can, and trailing her favorite people since she could toddle. Her forays into the world around her have only encouraged it, though her most unique aspect is her rather strong empathic nature, giving her odd insights and a slightly more mature outlook since she could speak.
Fun loving and rather carefree, Selene adores animals like nothing else on Pern, especially dragons, whers, and fire lizards. Any time she can, she’s hanging all over the dragons who are lounging about, splashing at their sides in the ocean, pestering any and all Wherlings to avoid bedtime, and chasing the fairs of fire lizards who watch over her playfully along the beach. Any time there is a clutch, Selene finds her way inside, mounting her own, excited guard over the eggs, more often than not guessing correctly as to what is held inside each, be they dragon, wher, or fire lizard.
As far as non-draconian beings go, her next favorite are the dolphins, whom she spends hours playing alongside when it’s calm and warm enough. Their speech and playfulness fully matches hers, and her bright laugh is often echoed with their squeals. On land, however, Selene has a tendency to adopt any and every small animal, stray, or adult, and will defend them even against full adults if she even hears a hint of cruelty. Felines and canines especially follow her, and she’s now got hope to get a puppy from one of the riders who dote on her, or a fire lizard of her own as she’s approaching ten years of age.
With her rampant curiosity and love of the known and unknown, since she says constantly that each day brings something new, and nothing is the same twice, Selene’s two favorite activities are helping the dragon/wher healers, learning all she can about them and the fire lizards, and gathering herbs and whatnot with them, and creating what is currently somewhat crude art of them. She also loves to gather foodstuffs for the kitchens, and knows that after a chore done well a treat is usually waiting-a fresh piece of juicy redfruit, or a sweet cake, even a taste of dinner to come later at times.
While her bright nature is the most known, little Selene has quite the temper, thorns enough to match more than just her rose. If you harm an innocent animal, insult a friend, or are a bully, she flies off the handle into a righteous near-rage. She cannot stand to see cruelty of any sort, and the others in the crèche have learned not to tease her too much-or others in her hearing, since despite her lithe body, she packs quite a punch.
Willingly friendly to those who are kind, Selene has garnered many favorites at the Weyr among both people and their bonded halves, and if trapped inside by weather or time will often be found curled up, resting at the side of one or another, listening as they speak with rapt curiosity. In fact, her curiosity is the other main point of the young girl, and she always questions everything, never content lest she has some sort of acceptable reason, and hates to hear that she’s too young to known certain things.
Her sweet (for the most part) childish demeanor is tempered, though, by her empathy, and it has often been suggested that she might just be a descendant of Torene, given her strange premonitions at times-her easy nature with animals, and the strange ability to guess rather accurately the clutches, despite the fact that the eggs never tell, aside from the golden queens. She’s even been proven right about some candidates Impressions to come or not at hatchings, though that is more recent and untested beyond being thought a lucky guess.
Though those things temper her, Selene is still a child, untested strongly as to her character. She has her moments of childish exhaustion when the thorns come out, and has yet to experience real loss or love, which is when she will truly show her mettle.
History:
A midnight child, Selene was given her name as she was born on a full moon at summer’s start to Benden, after a rather long and painful labor. Though the rider who birthed her hadn’t wanted her, she had not wanted to terminate a pregnancy either, and thus gave her over after naming her to a wet nurse and the crèche for raising. With Thread soon falling constantly, barely more than a turn later, her mother had no time to raise her, nor did the brown-rider who sired her. This was doubly true as it was the beginning of the Pass, and Selene never actually knew her parents, nor minded such, as she was raised knowing it was how the Weyr functioned, similar to the Halls.
Growing up as such, Selene fell in love with her daily life, especially with the guidance of several older riders and Wher Handlers who doted on her, without spoiling her. The little waifs sunny disposition and slight looks enticed many to her, and she even had a few wrapped about her little finger from a very young age. This was especially true as she aged and became fully linguistically capable, and started to devour the records and books thought suitable for a child, begging for stories from riders in the evening, and trailing the dragons and fire lizards everywhere.
Selene was transfered (after much cajoling) to Silver Cove Weyr to grow and learn with her creche-nanny, since there seemed to be a good chance she'd be a rider herself someday. This was her first new home, and she adored it and the people there, excitedly spending her time covering every inch of the new Weyr, and wandering the beaches. When she could, she begged astronomy-craft riders to teach her about the star-shapes, as she called them, and spent many a happy late evening lying on warm sands, hearing made up stories designed to please a young, rambunctious girl.
Unfortunately, those happier times were tinged with the one dark event in her life, as it is for many now-the sickness which struck and killed so many at the Weyr. With how empathic she was, and how many she (audibly-the keening) heard and felt die, it was a wonder she wasn't driven mad, and she often-times was found curled into a tiny ball beneath a crooning dragon whose rider was still healthy, drawing strength from them and the animals she collected about herself. Soon enough, the new Weyr was to be founded, and it was with relief coupled with desperation that Selene begged her way into going there, desperate to escape from the pain of the deaths, even though a reason had been found.
Once at Cerulean, Selene started to recover her normal self, though she had become even more open empathically to others as a result. her time grew from exploring the Weyr itself to aiding the kitchens and the healers, curios as a kitten once more, and no longer shadowed. She hoped, too, to find some of those she remembered when she learned about others, though that was to be some time in coming to the young girl.
Her pleasure in helping others was a blessing, and she soon realized that it also meant she had more freetime once she was done with her chores-and when she enjoyed them, she sometimes drug them out longer. Her favorite excuse to avoid the ones she detested was of ‘helping’ riders bathe their dragons, which really translated to swimming lessons with a wing in reach for safety if she faltered. Thanks to them and the dolphins, she was a rather adept swimmer by age seven, and by then was considered mature enough and smart enough to gather edibles without constant supervision from people-though a fire lizard bonded to someone who knew her was always on guard.
Her love of exploration and curiosity lead her to spending more and more time outside, where she started to experiment with plant-dyes she stumbled on, clay figures, and literal stick figures as art to represent the people she cared for. While too young to stand, she had high hopes of being allowed to once older, though she’d hit the age where she wanted her own pet at least a turn ago, she’s tried to be good about it-especially since she was ‘allowed’ (read: pleaded and begged her way) to keep the animals she raised when she found abandoned-though those really belonged to the Weyr.
Fun Facts:
~Selene is known and somewhat feared for her sweet personality –and- her temper in the crèche.
~Animals are her favorite things, and she often spends her time surrounded by them,
~Selene is extremely empathic, and somewhat prescient.
Bonded Critter(s): Not yet
Type:
Name:
Color:
Age:
Description:
Personality:
Fun Facts:
Candidates: Not Yet
Dragon, Wher, or both:
Color Preference:
Rider's Shortened Name:
General Info:
RP Search:
Craftskills:
Craft: N/A
Level of Proficiency:
Specialty:
Weakness:
Other Skills
Name: Lothy
Are you 17+?: Yes
Contact Information:
AIM: Nekonokuroyami
Email: Lothyna@gmail.com
Past RP Experience: Not listing agaiiiiin. <3
Character:
Name: Selene
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Too young to know
Occupation: Weyrbrat
Description:
Laughter and sunshine made real, Selene is a nymph of a child, if only Pern held the lore of earth. Slim even for a child, the young girl is wispy and almost ethereal at times, her lithe form surprisingly coordinated. Never really having had baby fat, she has become rather delicate in appearance and fine-boned as she grows, although she is far from adulthood yet. While her long limbs lend themselves to being a little monkey, they also fit perfectly with the appearance of someone who is slightly fey-or of careful breeding.
Long lock of a pale, flowing gold, white at birth as children are, have kept near that color by constant time in the sun. Since once she was ‘old enough’ to plead, Selene has refused to let any cut her hair, which hangs wispily at her waist when clean (usually in the morning) and tangles something fierce by nightfall with her daily actions. Neither too thick or thin a head, though, and rather straight, her hair is somewhat fine, unlike the thick curls of some of the Weyr’s candidates whom she envies just a little bit.
Unlike most blonds, however, Selene has startlingly dark brown eyes, which are seemingly always alight with joy at life and love of the animals she’s constantly with, fearless and determined. They dart about constantly as she tries to take her entire world in, always willing to go find a new hide-away, explore that tree, stare in awe at a shiny-breasted fire lizard sunning. When she’s upset, though, those deep brown eyes are tear-filled and accusing, coupled with a pouting lower lip and clenched fists.
Those lips are bound to get her in trouble one day, if she keeps growing as she is, full and thick and just a touch of red on the pale peach. While not vain, or careful about her appearance, she gets plenty of attention for it regardless, when you add in a small dimple, button-nose wrinkled playfully, and a stubborn chin just daring someone to challenge her in any way. Despite her lithe form, Selene has recently hit one of her growth spurts, and now stands at just barely 3 feet, eight inches, though her long legs suggest later height additions too.
Though young, she has already garnered a few small, silver scars, usually the results of long days playing about the Weyr and beaches, where she loves to spend her time exploring under the watchful eyes of dragons or fire lizards-hunting spider-claws, crawlies, and other little things. Of course, small cuts from them are common thusly, but she finds the fun worth it, and isn’t vain enough to be bothered. Instead, those little cuts are badges of honor with others in the creche if she’s ever forced there.
Personality:
An earthy child, Selene is already rather well-developed as a person, and rather precocious, even for a Weyr’s child. Rather more complex that most of the youngsters her age, she has spent much-perhaps too much-time enamored of the draconian kin, learning as much as she can, and trailing her favorite people since she could toddle. Her forays into the world around her have only encouraged it, though her most unique aspect is her rather strong empathic nature, giving her odd insights and a slightly more mature outlook since she could speak.
Fun loving and rather carefree, Selene adores animals like nothing else on Pern, especially dragons, whers, and fire lizards. Any time she can, she’s hanging all over the dragons who are lounging about, splashing at their sides in the ocean, pestering any and all Wherlings to avoid bedtime, and chasing the fairs of fire lizards who watch over her playfully along the beach. Any time there is a clutch, Selene finds her way inside, mounting her own, excited guard over the eggs, more often than not guessing correctly as to what is held inside each, be they dragon, wher, or fire lizard.
As far as non-draconian beings go, her next favorite are the dolphins, whom she spends hours playing alongside when it’s calm and warm enough. Their speech and playfulness fully matches hers, and her bright laugh is often echoed with their squeals. On land, however, Selene has a tendency to adopt any and every small animal, stray, or adult, and will defend them even against full adults if she even hears a hint of cruelty. Felines and canines especially follow her, and she’s now got hope to get a puppy from one of the riders who dote on her, or a fire lizard of her own as she’s approaching ten years of age.
With her rampant curiosity and love of the known and unknown, since she says constantly that each day brings something new, and nothing is the same twice, Selene’s two favorite activities are helping the dragon/wher healers, learning all she can about them and the fire lizards, and gathering herbs and whatnot with them, and creating what is currently somewhat crude art of them. She also loves to gather foodstuffs for the kitchens, and knows that after a chore done well a treat is usually waiting-a fresh piece of juicy redfruit, or a sweet cake, even a taste of dinner to come later at times.
While her bright nature is the most known, little Selene has quite the temper, thorns enough to match more than just her rose. If you harm an innocent animal, insult a friend, or are a bully, she flies off the handle into a righteous near-rage. She cannot stand to see cruelty of any sort, and the others in the crèche have learned not to tease her too much-or others in her hearing, since despite her lithe body, she packs quite a punch.
Willingly friendly to those who are kind, Selene has garnered many favorites at the Weyr among both people and their bonded halves, and if trapped inside by weather or time will often be found curled up, resting at the side of one or another, listening as they speak with rapt curiosity. In fact, her curiosity is the other main point of the young girl, and she always questions everything, never content lest she has some sort of acceptable reason, and hates to hear that she’s too young to known certain things.
Her sweet (for the most part) childish demeanor is tempered, though, by her empathy, and it has often been suggested that she might just be a descendant of Torene, given her strange premonitions at times-her easy nature with animals, and the strange ability to guess rather accurately the clutches, despite the fact that the eggs never tell, aside from the golden queens. She’s even been proven right about some candidates Impressions to come or not at hatchings, though that is more recent and untested beyond being thought a lucky guess.
Though those things temper her, Selene is still a child, untested strongly as to her character. She has her moments of childish exhaustion when the thorns come out, and has yet to experience real loss or love, which is when she will truly show her mettle.
History:
A midnight child, Selene was given her name as she was born on a full moon at summer’s start to Benden, after a rather long and painful labor. Though the rider who birthed her hadn’t wanted her, she had not wanted to terminate a pregnancy either, and thus gave her over after naming her to a wet nurse and the crèche for raising. With Thread soon falling constantly, barely more than a turn later, her mother had no time to raise her, nor did the brown-rider who sired her. This was doubly true as it was the beginning of the Pass, and Selene never actually knew her parents, nor minded such, as she was raised knowing it was how the Weyr functioned, similar to the Halls.
Growing up as such, Selene fell in love with her daily life, especially with the guidance of several older riders and Wher Handlers who doted on her, without spoiling her. The little waifs sunny disposition and slight looks enticed many to her, and she even had a few wrapped about her little finger from a very young age. This was especially true as she aged and became fully linguistically capable, and started to devour the records and books thought suitable for a child, begging for stories from riders in the evening, and trailing the dragons and fire lizards everywhere.
Selene was transfered (after much cajoling) to Silver Cove Weyr to grow and learn with her creche-nanny, since there seemed to be a good chance she'd be a rider herself someday. This was her first new home, and she adored it and the people there, excitedly spending her time covering every inch of the new Weyr, and wandering the beaches. When she could, she begged astronomy-craft riders to teach her about the star-shapes, as she called them, and spent many a happy late evening lying on warm sands, hearing made up stories designed to please a young, rambunctious girl.
Unfortunately, those happier times were tinged with the one dark event in her life, as it is for many now-the sickness which struck and killed so many at the Weyr. With how empathic she was, and how many she (audibly-the keening) heard and felt die, it was a wonder she wasn't driven mad, and she often-times was found curled into a tiny ball beneath a crooning dragon whose rider was still healthy, drawing strength from them and the animals she collected about herself. Soon enough, the new Weyr was to be founded, and it was with relief coupled with desperation that Selene begged her way into going there, desperate to escape from the pain of the deaths, even though a reason had been found.
Once at Cerulean, Selene started to recover her normal self, though she had become even more open empathically to others as a result. her time grew from exploring the Weyr itself to aiding the kitchens and the healers, curios as a kitten once more, and no longer shadowed. She hoped, too, to find some of those she remembered when she learned about others, though that was to be some time in coming to the young girl.
Her pleasure in helping others was a blessing, and she soon realized that it also meant she had more freetime once she was done with her chores-and when she enjoyed them, she sometimes drug them out longer. Her favorite excuse to avoid the ones she detested was of ‘helping’ riders bathe their dragons, which really translated to swimming lessons with a wing in reach for safety if she faltered. Thanks to them and the dolphins, she was a rather adept swimmer by age seven, and by then was considered mature enough and smart enough to gather edibles without constant supervision from people-though a fire lizard bonded to someone who knew her was always on guard.
Her love of exploration and curiosity lead her to spending more and more time outside, where she started to experiment with plant-dyes she stumbled on, clay figures, and literal stick figures as art to represent the people she cared for. While too young to stand, she had high hopes of being allowed to once older, though she’d hit the age where she wanted her own pet at least a turn ago, she’s tried to be good about it-especially since she was ‘allowed’ (read: pleaded and begged her way) to keep the animals she raised when she found abandoned-though those really belonged to the Weyr.
Fun Facts:
~Selene is known and somewhat feared for her sweet personality –and- her temper in the crèche.
~Animals are her favorite things, and she often spends her time surrounded by them,
~Selene is extremely empathic, and somewhat prescient.
Bonded Critter(s): Not yet
Type:
Name:
Color:
Age:
Description:
Personality:
Fun Facts:
Candidates: Not Yet
Dragon, Wher, or both:
Color Preference:
Rider's Shortened Name:
General Info:
RP Search:
Craftskills:
Craft: N/A
Level of Proficiency:
Specialty:
Weakness:
Other Skills
