Jacerey, rider of Brown Tenoth May 27, 2010 12:38:26 GMT -5
Post by Arbre on May 27, 2010 12:38:26 GMT -5
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Description: Jacerey is of average height for a girl, standing at 5’5”. She has a slim, athletic build, with slight curvature and young features. Her skin is evenly light, her much darker hair creating a strong contrast. A dark chocolate in color, her hair cascades down over her shoulders and she rarely pulls it back save for during flight and Falls. It lies relatively straight and has a fine texture, sometimes falling forward to curve around her face.
Situated in an oval face under high-arched brows, dark brown eyes light up her features along with a bright smile that's sometimes condescending. Her hands are small and she has long thin fingers, giving her a good touch of dexterity. Her riding leathers are light brown, second-hand and well worn. She tends to dash from place to place instead of walking, an energy that's evident in nearly everything she does.
Personality: Jacerey is loud and boisterous and never lacks in giving her opinion. She keeps few friends due to her loud mouth and brash ways. Despite this, she’s a friendly and open person, and always tells the truth. The problems she faced at Southern Weyr has given her a zest to prove herself. She has a strong faith in herself and her dragon, fully believing they’re capable of anything.
Hot headed, Jacerey gets insulted and angered easily, and has a habit of going off on someone without good cause or reason. While Tenoth can generally calm her down, he seems to be the only one with this talent, and she’s made more than one grown woman cry. It’s rare when she believes to have made a mistake, and is quiet and docile around someone she thinks she has chewed out wrongly. At least until they piss her off again.
While she can hold her own in a fight, Jacerey isn’t likely the throw the first punch, finding screaming at someone a much better release of her anger. If she manages to convince someone she’s right in any given situation, that person is likely never to hear the end of it.
History: Jacerey was born and raised in Southern Hold, the daughter of Innkeepers. Her parents, Amlie and Raystrin, had three children total, including Jacerey’s older brothers Mikell and Devin. With only four years spanning youngest to oldest, they grew up as siblings often do, constantly fighting. The boys were no easier on Jacerey than on each other, and she learned to be tough growing up.
Her life was fairly uneventful, running amok about the Hold, cooking dinners and changing sheets in those rare moments her mother could get a hand on her. Things continued in this pattern until one day, in her 16th turn, Dragonriders from Southern Weyr showed up on search. While the Dragonriders were making their rounds of the Hold, Jacerey snuck over to the gates where the great bronze and brown dragons were perched. For a long time she simply stood, staring up at them in awe. After a time, one of the great bronze dragons lept up into the air, soaring about in low circles for a minute before landing back near Jacerey. Slowly, she crept toward him, one hand outheld, only a slight tremor bearing witness to her nervousness. The dragon blinked at her with his’s giant round eye, then lowered his head, allowing her to touch him.
‘So warm!’ was the only thought that had a chance to cross her mind before a strong voice behind her sounded out. “Nerith won’t let many people touch him,” the rider said, “what’s your name girl?”
“Jacerey,” she replied, without looking back at the rider, “his name is Nerith?” The rider spoke briefly with Jacerey before deciding her to be a likely candidate. The next day they where off to Southern Weyr on the back of Nerith.
Jacerey spent the first few days at the Weyr excitedly taking in as much information as possible. She quickly learned her way around the Weyr and had no shame in walking up to riders and asking questions and generally irritating them. It was on her third day there that the Clutch began hatching. Jacerey quickly donned the traditional garb and made her way as swiftly as possible down to the hatchery. She watched calmly and quietly as the eggs hatched one by one, and the dragons made their way through the crowds of children to pick their riders. Finally, one green dragon clawed her way out of her shell and made a bee-line for Jacerey. Her face lit up as the dragon came straight for her. ‘This is it!’ she thought excitedly. When the dragon reached her, she didn’t stop her charge, however, and knocked Jacerey over, tearing deep gashes in the girl’s chest as she crawled right over her to reach the girl standing behind Jacerey.
She lay there on the ground bleeding for what seemed like ages. She was well aware she wasn’t going to die, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Her breathing was slow and pained and she simply stared at the ceiling, even as shocked gasps broke out among the riders assembled. She didn’t have long to wonder, however, as a brown dragon head suddenly obscured her vision of the ceiling. I’m Tenoth. And you’re hurt, rang a plaintive voice in her mind. A slow smile spread across Jacerey’s face. “I’ll live,” she said, closing her eyes.
Jacerey had to spend several days in bed as her wounds healed, during which the Weyrleader, -woman, and wingleaders argued endlessly about her. No one was sure how to take a brown impressing on a female, but there was no doubt that Tenoth was Jacerey’s. He only left her side to eat during those days she couldn’t get about, and was very testy to anyone who tried to get near her.
Jacerey began her Weyrling training just as the first Threads of the Pass began falling through the sky. Tenoth grew fast and well, and they trained hard, quickly becoming one of the fastest browns of the Weyr, Weyrling or Rider. Tenoth was a small brown, but not abnormally so, his small stature gave him the advantage in quick maneuverability in the air. When their time as Weyrlings was over, the argument over what to do with Jacerey sprung up anew. None of the wingleaders wanted Jacerey in their wing, her loud mouth and brash ways a constant annoyance. Finally, one of the wingleaders was forced to accept her, and Jacerey joined his wing fighting the Thread eagerly and actively. For the few months there, Jacerey seemed to be more of a hindrance than a benefit, despite her excellent flying skills. She disregarded any commands she thought to be pointless, and generally thought herself superior to anyone there.
It was only a few months later that the news of Silver Cove Weyr’s disbanding reached Jacerey. Their request for help in forming Cerulean Weyr gave Jacerey no second thought, and within a matter of days she was packed and on her way to Crystal Cave Island.
Description: Tenoth is small for a brown, but his size has given him an advantage in agility and speed. His hide is dark mahogany brown mottled with a lighter sandalwood tan, giving him an excellent camouflage in sandy conditions. He uses this to his advantage sometimes, wallowing in sun warmed sandpits and dunes and staying completely still to playfully elude the searching gaze of his bonded.
Few scars cover his body, all of them minor, his quick agility generally getting him out of the way of the falling Thread. His body is generally narrow and angled with thin head and wiry tail. With a muscular, whipy build, Tenoth’s body is built for speed and agility, rather than the endurance browns are usually renowned for. He can hold his own in a flight, but the longer the time, the more he will fall behind. Because of this, he will usually use all of his speed to try and finish the catch before he grows too tired, often times even totally outdistancing some others.
Personality: Where Jacerey is loud and brash, Tenoth is her calm and ration side. Believing himself fast enough to catch a queen and the best looking dragon in any Weyr, he does nothing to quiet her pridefulness, however. When Tenoth believes Jacerey to be overreacting, he is the only one able to calm her down and talk sense into her, leading most to be very appreciative of Tenoth, if not of his rider.
Tenoth is quiet and calm, rarely startled or disturbed. He is generally friendly and patient, and has no problem with other dragons. He enjoys being outside rather than cramped up in the Weyr, and is often found lounging in the sunlight on the beaches. He enjoys flights, but his favorite female will always be His Jacerey, and even after a successful catch, will return afterward practically glowing with his pride to show off to her.