Post by Frangipani on Oct 13, 2010 11:54:25 GMT -5
Player:
Name: Frangipani
Are you 17+?: Oh, my yes. And then some.
Contact Information: Email preferred.
AIM: sipklah@gmail.com
Email: frangipani@istaisland.com
Past RP Experience: A whole lot. I've been RPing online since the mid-90s, and was part of a few fanzines before the internet existed. (Yes, I'm that old.)
Character:
Name: Evyi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: She would consider herself heterosexual, but she's Impressed green, so it's not like she gets to make that decision alone any more, hm?
Occupation: Weyrling
Description:
At a glance: Evyi stands just shy of five and a half feet tall with a softness to her build, evidence that - although now a dragonrider - she was no stranger to luxury in her youth. Pretty, yes, but with that unapproachable quality found often in women aware of their appeal, there's a coldness to Evyi that's obvious even in her appearance.
Ice-blue eyes of a crisp, frosted blue are her most arresting feature, set beneath thin, arched brows; the combination - the clarity of those irises, the mobility of her eyebrows, the sooty fan of her lashes - make her eyes somewhere between piercing and promising. She's aware of the power of those eyes, often found tilting them coyly, narrowing them sharply, holding them intently.
Although not childishly so, Evyi's face still has a roundness to it, her chin a little flat, her nose a little upturned, her cheeks full. Her complexion is naturally pale, the kind that likely saw a tremendous amount of care given to it as a child, buttermilk baths and everything. Indeed, it's obvious that she's spent a decent amount of time taking care of her appearance: Long, reddish-brown hair shines with health, her skin is unblemished, her hands are manicured and maintained. Usually, she keeps her hair in a careful plait that falls down between her shoulder blades, if only because life requires it to be thusly contained, though - given the slightest chance - she lets it fall free to its natural, soft waves, as vain about it as she is the rest of her appearance.
When she must, her attire is functional, but even then bears the embellishments of vanity. She likes bits of piping or embroidery even for her working clothes, preferring bold colors and sumptuous fabrics whenever she can get away with it - garnet red, deep purple, bright blue.
Personality:
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Evyi often had a too-high opinion of herself as a child. Her family's farmhold was successful enough that the girl wanted for nothing, and she was doted upon, becoming - perhaps understandably but nonetheless unforgivably - a rather spoiled child. It was this upbringing that made her into the lover of luxury that she is today: her mother's skills as a tailor and her father's successful sisal farming combined.
Even now, as an adult, some of that spoiled-child is still evident. She thinks highly of herself, and expects that those around her will recognize that she's a cut above the rest. Never mind that the intervening years have seen her family's farm dwindle. Her vanity is not so much the flaunted kind but the haughty kind, the sort that looks down her nose at people, that feels that she's somehow better than they are, whether by intellect, appearance, or upbringing.
Although attractive, yes, and intelligent as these things go, even refined in her manners after a long stint at Harper Hall, Evyi really hasn't got a leg to stand on in terms of her upbringing. She fancies herself a more important person than she is, abhorring the idea that she's common. Indeed, so much does she dislike this notion that she can rarely be coaxed to talk about her upbringing at all, usually beginning the story of her life at the point at which she joined the Harper Hall rather than with her childhood at a mere farmhold.
Now, as a greenrider, Evyi maintains that high opinion of herself and Phediath, no matter how unwarranted it may be.
History:
The peace of a small farmhold was shattered by the just-born cry of a girl-child. Although initially disappointed, Yvrim, the farmholder and father in question, eventually grew to dote on the little girl, the last of his children. She wasn't the second boy he had hoped for - as all men seem to want an heir and a spare - but she was a vivacious little girl that grew up to be the apple of her aging father's eye.
In the early days of Evyi's youth, the farmhold did a good business. Located in the richness of Boll, they grew sisal and did a hefty trade with the nearby Weaver Craft, with which Evyi's mother had been affiliated before she married rather than pursued her advancement. Thus, as a child, Evyi was both petted and spoiled, dressed in finery, paraded around like a pretty little doll to the pleasure of her mother and the amusement of her father.
She might have gone on to make a good marriage and secure a wealthy future for herself had not the farmhold suffered a tremendous flooding in her twelfth Turn, most of the crop lost that year and a huge dent made in the family fortunes. Her older sister was hastily married away before her prospects could be completely ruined, her older brother took a wife with a heavy dowry, and Evyi herself was looked at with new eyes: what did they do with this child who was too young to be married but too old to be just a pretty child?
Fortunately, having had a good reputation in the Fortian region for a number of Turns, Yvrim was able to pull some strings and get his daughter apprenticed to the Harper Hall. Even more fortunately, it turned out that she had a knack for it, and became a worthy apprentice in her own right before the end. She had a good ear for music and, although she wasn't much for compositions, could sing and play well enough that she wasn't a total wash as a Harper. She was bright enough to study law and scribing, history and archiving, and - though she would never have been prime for reaching the upper echelons of the Craft - she might have made a decent Harper down the line.
But for her own ambition.
Harpering was all well and good, but there was a rumor in the apprentice dormitory that there was a gold egg on the Sands of a Weyr in the south. If a Harper was rather lofty, how much moreso would a queenrider be? One of the other girls in the dormitory had a father who was a searchrider, and she expected her father to come to the Hall to search her any day, herself, and bragged on this while Evyi sat quietly and listened and planned.
Indeed, the searchrider came for his daughter, and if he was captivated by a pretty young woman who happened to be there to "see her friend off," who could blame him?
So it was that Evyi arranged for herself to be searched for Fannith's Clutch. Although it meant essentially sacrificing everything she had worked for since joining the Hall, she went off to Candidacy - where she fully expected to Impress the young queen and be the next great Weyrwoman of Fort.
Fate had other plans.
The queen egg was destroyed, and Evyi - aghast as were the others - very nearly took her leave of the Weyr altogether. There was madness afoot here, madness and sickness, two things that a vain young woman was not likely to tolerate for long. But something... maybe it was a glimmer of understanding and sacrifice and the realization that she could do something good for a change had her stay. There were still eggs left and, though things were certainly grim, there was hope in the founding of the new Weyr. While she may not be a queenrider, she could still be part of something bigger and important.
Possession. Ownership. Relentless, abiding love. The reflection of herself in rainbowed eyes, came the cool, soft presence of the dragonet. The pang of surprise was washed away in the soft, mossy coolness of Phediath's thoughts, and Evyi would never again second-guess the rightness of this. Certainly, her ambition had vaulted her toward a gold, but this - Phediath - was her destiny all along.
Weyrlinghood began with almost excruciating difficulty for this girl so accustomed to luxury. She struggled for weeks with the grueling new lifestyle, crying, fretting, being punished, complaining, crying some more... and finally surrendering herself to what seemed like endless tortures only so she and Phediath could go and be what they were: greenriders.
Fun Facts:
Strengths & Talents
Music: Evyi has a good voice and a good ear for music, competent with gitar and pipes, though she is not a good songwriter.
Intelligence: Smart, cunning even, Evyi amassed knowledge while at Harper Hall as if it might elevate her from the ranks of mere apprentices.
Attractive: And aware of it. Evyi's looks are among her strong points, but she also works hard to maintain them.
Deception: This probably also counts as a fault, but Evyi is not above a little (or a big) white lie.
Weaknesses & Faults
Vanity: Constantly fretting about her appearance and her station, Evyi's vanity is the sort that gets her into trouble. While many might think of pride as a virtue, for this one, it is definitely a sin.
Unscrupulous: When it comes to getting what she wants, Evyi has no real scruples. Whatever it takes, whoever has to be sacrificed - as long as it's not her or Phediath.
Agoraphobic: After a lifetime of being raised first in a farmhold and then at the Hall, Evyi has the common Pernese fear of wide open spaces and untenanted skies. Although she has struggled with and overcome this to some extent as a weyrling, she still doesn't trust the vastness of open lands.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Dragon
Name: Phediath
Color: Green
Age: 16 months (Surviving Weyrling group)
Description:
In the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, one finds greens like those that play across Phediath's hide. Tinged with blue and the near-black of shadowy lichen, wings the rich hue of evergreens, she favors all the cool, deep places, heavy with undergrowth, seldom touched by sunlight. Her build is light and dainty, one for agility rather than stamina, for quick turns and aerial acrobatics rather than staying power and impressive prowess. From the tip of her slightly curved muzzle to the end of her whipcord tail, she's all fast quickness cloaked in the dewy darkness of the deep woods.
Personality:
The counterpart to her rider, Phediath is both an echo and a counterpoint to Evyi. She shares her rider's sense of certainty though not to the same degree of absurd arrogance, instead maintaining a calm certainty about herself. She is what she is, and there is no more than that. Although vain about her appearance in the same way as her rider - perfectly oiled, ever looking pretty, ever ensuring she's in the right shaft of sunlight or shade to best become her appearance - she's less understated about it, far more flashy and inclined to show-off than the girl who simply expects to be treated better than those around her. A little flirtatious as she grows, the undercurrent of sweetness to her personality is apt to make her more charming and coquettish than forward and bold.
Where it seems that Evyi is always grasping, Phediath is complacent. Cool, soft, the green is comfortable with her station in life and what that means. She seeks not to disturb things, only to enjoy them, content to watch the waves rather than make them for herself.
Fun Facts:
Her mindvoice is a soft, deep, velvety pleasure to feel, all shadows and smooth. While all dragons do so to some extent, Phediath has what might almost be called an aversion to using actual words, preferring to convey her thoughts with nuance and imagery, thought and emotion. Rarely will she say anything so much as think it.
Craftskills:
Craft: Harper (former)
Level of Proficiency: Apprentice
Specialty: Music
Weakness: Composition
Name: Frangipani
Are you 17+?: Oh, my yes. And then some.
Contact Information: Email preferred.
AIM: sipklah@gmail.com
Email: frangipani@istaisland.com
Past RP Experience: A whole lot. I've been RPing online since the mid-90s, and was part of a few fanzines before the internet existed. (Yes, I'm that old.)
Character:
Name: Evyi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: She would consider herself heterosexual, but she's Impressed green, so it's not like she gets to make that decision alone any more, hm?
Occupation: Weyrling
Description:
At a glance: Evyi stands just shy of five and a half feet tall with a softness to her build, evidence that - although now a dragonrider - she was no stranger to luxury in her youth. Pretty, yes, but with that unapproachable quality found often in women aware of their appeal, there's a coldness to Evyi that's obvious even in her appearance.
Ice-blue eyes of a crisp, frosted blue are her most arresting feature, set beneath thin, arched brows; the combination - the clarity of those irises, the mobility of her eyebrows, the sooty fan of her lashes - make her eyes somewhere between piercing and promising. She's aware of the power of those eyes, often found tilting them coyly, narrowing them sharply, holding them intently.
Although not childishly so, Evyi's face still has a roundness to it, her chin a little flat, her nose a little upturned, her cheeks full. Her complexion is naturally pale, the kind that likely saw a tremendous amount of care given to it as a child, buttermilk baths and everything. Indeed, it's obvious that she's spent a decent amount of time taking care of her appearance: Long, reddish-brown hair shines with health, her skin is unblemished, her hands are manicured and maintained. Usually, she keeps her hair in a careful plait that falls down between her shoulder blades, if only because life requires it to be thusly contained, though - given the slightest chance - she lets it fall free to its natural, soft waves, as vain about it as she is the rest of her appearance.
When she must, her attire is functional, but even then bears the embellishments of vanity. She likes bits of piping or embroidery even for her working clothes, preferring bold colors and sumptuous fabrics whenever she can get away with it - garnet red, deep purple, bright blue.
Personality:
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Evyi often had a too-high opinion of herself as a child. Her family's farmhold was successful enough that the girl wanted for nothing, and she was doted upon, becoming - perhaps understandably but nonetheless unforgivably - a rather spoiled child. It was this upbringing that made her into the lover of luxury that she is today: her mother's skills as a tailor and her father's successful sisal farming combined.
Even now, as an adult, some of that spoiled-child is still evident. She thinks highly of herself, and expects that those around her will recognize that she's a cut above the rest. Never mind that the intervening years have seen her family's farm dwindle. Her vanity is not so much the flaunted kind but the haughty kind, the sort that looks down her nose at people, that feels that she's somehow better than they are, whether by intellect, appearance, or upbringing.
Although attractive, yes, and intelligent as these things go, even refined in her manners after a long stint at Harper Hall, Evyi really hasn't got a leg to stand on in terms of her upbringing. She fancies herself a more important person than she is, abhorring the idea that she's common. Indeed, so much does she dislike this notion that she can rarely be coaxed to talk about her upbringing at all, usually beginning the story of her life at the point at which she joined the Harper Hall rather than with her childhood at a mere farmhold.
Now, as a greenrider, Evyi maintains that high opinion of herself and Phediath, no matter how unwarranted it may be.
History:
The peace of a small farmhold was shattered by the just-born cry of a girl-child. Although initially disappointed, Yvrim, the farmholder and father in question, eventually grew to dote on the little girl, the last of his children. She wasn't the second boy he had hoped for - as all men seem to want an heir and a spare - but she was a vivacious little girl that grew up to be the apple of her aging father's eye.
In the early days of Evyi's youth, the farmhold did a good business. Located in the richness of Boll, they grew sisal and did a hefty trade with the nearby Weaver Craft, with which Evyi's mother had been affiliated before she married rather than pursued her advancement. Thus, as a child, Evyi was both petted and spoiled, dressed in finery, paraded around like a pretty little doll to the pleasure of her mother and the amusement of her father.
She might have gone on to make a good marriage and secure a wealthy future for herself had not the farmhold suffered a tremendous flooding in her twelfth Turn, most of the crop lost that year and a huge dent made in the family fortunes. Her older sister was hastily married away before her prospects could be completely ruined, her older brother took a wife with a heavy dowry, and Evyi herself was looked at with new eyes: what did they do with this child who was too young to be married but too old to be just a pretty child?
Fortunately, having had a good reputation in the Fortian region for a number of Turns, Yvrim was able to pull some strings and get his daughter apprenticed to the Harper Hall. Even more fortunately, it turned out that she had a knack for it, and became a worthy apprentice in her own right before the end. She had a good ear for music and, although she wasn't much for compositions, could sing and play well enough that she wasn't a total wash as a Harper. She was bright enough to study law and scribing, history and archiving, and - though she would never have been prime for reaching the upper echelons of the Craft - she might have made a decent Harper down the line.
But for her own ambition.
Harpering was all well and good, but there was a rumor in the apprentice dormitory that there was a gold egg on the Sands of a Weyr in the south. If a Harper was rather lofty, how much moreso would a queenrider be? One of the other girls in the dormitory had a father who was a searchrider, and she expected her father to come to the Hall to search her any day, herself, and bragged on this while Evyi sat quietly and listened and planned.
Indeed, the searchrider came for his daughter, and if he was captivated by a pretty young woman who happened to be there to "see her friend off," who could blame him?
So it was that Evyi arranged for herself to be searched for Fannith's Clutch. Although it meant essentially sacrificing everything she had worked for since joining the Hall, she went off to Candidacy - where she fully expected to Impress the young queen and be the next great Weyrwoman of Fort.
Fate had other plans.
The queen egg was destroyed, and Evyi - aghast as were the others - very nearly took her leave of the Weyr altogether. There was madness afoot here, madness and sickness, two things that a vain young woman was not likely to tolerate for long. But something... maybe it was a glimmer of understanding and sacrifice and the realization that she could do something good for a change had her stay. There were still eggs left and, though things were certainly grim, there was hope in the founding of the new Weyr. While she may not be a queenrider, she could still be part of something bigger and important.
Possession. Ownership. Relentless, abiding love. The reflection of herself in rainbowed eyes, came the cool, soft presence of the dragonet. The pang of surprise was washed away in the soft, mossy coolness of Phediath's thoughts, and Evyi would never again second-guess the rightness of this. Certainly, her ambition had vaulted her toward a gold, but this - Phediath - was her destiny all along.
Weyrlinghood began with almost excruciating difficulty for this girl so accustomed to luxury. She struggled for weeks with the grueling new lifestyle, crying, fretting, being punished, complaining, crying some more... and finally surrendering herself to what seemed like endless tortures only so she and Phediath could go and be what they were: greenriders.
Fun Facts:
Strengths & Talents
Music: Evyi has a good voice and a good ear for music, competent with gitar and pipes, though she is not a good songwriter.
Intelligence: Smart, cunning even, Evyi amassed knowledge while at Harper Hall as if it might elevate her from the ranks of mere apprentices.
Attractive: And aware of it. Evyi's looks are among her strong points, but she also works hard to maintain them.
Deception: This probably also counts as a fault, but Evyi is not above a little (or a big) white lie.
Weaknesses & Faults
Vanity: Constantly fretting about her appearance and her station, Evyi's vanity is the sort that gets her into trouble. While many might think of pride as a virtue, for this one, it is definitely a sin.
Unscrupulous: When it comes to getting what she wants, Evyi has no real scruples. Whatever it takes, whoever has to be sacrificed - as long as it's not her or Phediath.
Agoraphobic: After a lifetime of being raised first in a farmhold and then at the Hall, Evyi has the common Pernese fear of wide open spaces and untenanted skies. Although she has struggled with and overcome this to some extent as a weyrling, she still doesn't trust the vastness of open lands.
Bonded Critter(s):
Type: Dragon
Name: Phediath
Color: Green
Age: 16 months (Surviving Weyrling group)
Description:
In the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, one finds greens like those that play across Phediath's hide. Tinged with blue and the near-black of shadowy lichen, wings the rich hue of evergreens, she favors all the cool, deep places, heavy with undergrowth, seldom touched by sunlight. Her build is light and dainty, one for agility rather than stamina, for quick turns and aerial acrobatics rather than staying power and impressive prowess. From the tip of her slightly curved muzzle to the end of her whipcord tail, she's all fast quickness cloaked in the dewy darkness of the deep woods.
Personality:
The counterpart to her rider, Phediath is both an echo and a counterpoint to Evyi. She shares her rider's sense of certainty though not to the same degree of absurd arrogance, instead maintaining a calm certainty about herself. She is what she is, and there is no more than that. Although vain about her appearance in the same way as her rider - perfectly oiled, ever looking pretty, ever ensuring she's in the right shaft of sunlight or shade to best become her appearance - she's less understated about it, far more flashy and inclined to show-off than the girl who simply expects to be treated better than those around her. A little flirtatious as she grows, the undercurrent of sweetness to her personality is apt to make her more charming and coquettish than forward and bold.
Where it seems that Evyi is always grasping, Phediath is complacent. Cool, soft, the green is comfortable with her station in life and what that means. She seeks not to disturb things, only to enjoy them, content to watch the waves rather than make them for herself.
Fun Facts:
Her mindvoice is a soft, deep, velvety pleasure to feel, all shadows and smooth. While all dragons do so to some extent, Phediath has what might almost be called an aversion to using actual words, preferring to convey her thoughts with nuance and imagery, thought and emotion. Rarely will she say anything so much as think it.
Craftskills:
Craft: Harper (former)
Level of Proficiency: Apprentice
Specialty: Music
Weakness: Composition
