Post by FireThorne on May 7, 2007 11:03:33 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Lyranna (Nickname: Lyra)
Rank: N/R-Headwoman’s Daughter
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Origin: Telgar Weyr
Appearance: Even as a child, Lyra wanted to be pretty. When her mother tried to cut her hair around a bowl like the other children, she threw a royal fit, but her mother got her way. The girl HATED the hairstyle, though, and as soon as she was old enough to take care of herself, she made sure her hair grew out. Her coal-black curls fall down to the small of her back when left down, but it is usually pulled away from her face when she is working, though she does have stray curls that frame her face. Her hair is something she prides herself on, and she loves how the ringlets frame her figure when left to fall loose.
Family:
Father:
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: A drudge would never have the audacity or tenaciousness that Lyra has, but because her mother works with the Weyrwoman, she considers herself above a lowly drudge. The girl has a tendency to boss the kitchen drudges around, but because her mother is the Headwoman, she can get away with it. After all, she is an assistant to her mother just as much as Venaru, if not more. She has a quick mind, though, and a good head for numbers and figures. If her mother were ever to be sick and unable to attend to her duties, Lyra could fill them with ease. Well, so she thinks, anyway. She keeps a good tally on the number of supplies the weyr has, and does well at reminding her mother when they are in need of more food or medical supplies. She excels at keeping everything running like it should, and many of the drudges and cooks come running to her with problems if her mother and Venaru are otherwise occupied.
She spends more of her time keeping up with the supplies the riders need, however, than the food in storage. Lyra dreamed of a golden Impression as a child, as most girls do, but she was never Searched. Her mother scolded her for such foolish dreams, however, and she soon forgot her misery over her fate. Applying herself to aiding the Weyr in other ways besides riding a dragon, the girl found she had her mother’s talent for keeping a weyr running smooth. Of course, with the addition of Venaru to their little clique, Lyra worked harder than ever to prove herself. In all honesty, she is jealous of the other girl’s beauty and holding the official title of “Assistant Headwoman”, when she knows that she is just as good at keeping things together as the ex-candidate. Of course, her mother did not want to ‘play favorites’, and told Lyra she would always help her, but Venaru was a talent she was not about to loose. The girl is not happy, though.
Of course, even though a drudge, Lyra has her own amount of pride and desire, and dreams of a dragonman for a lover. She has never had sex, though she has pushed the line a few times, but is holding that last ounce of innocence for a rider. Brown, blue, shards, even a greenrider, though preferably a man, though she would not say no to a woman’s touch either. Of course, naturally, she secretly lusts for a bronzerider, but knows that is not about to happen. Shaffit. She likes to be touched, though, and held, and…well, alright, she really should have been a greenrider herself. She would have gotten along with her dragon’s lust and fickleness very, very well.
Though a brisk and abrupt one when it comes to keeping everything in order, the girl can still be considered nice, and compassionate. Lyra loves people, and so loves her job. She likes serving during dinner in the weyrhall, and especially enjoys serving the riders…preferably with a low-cut dress. She makes friends quickly, and likes hugs and feeling other people around her. She is the touchy sort. Slaps on the rear and the occasional teasing grope from a friend, male or female, is something she laughs at, and returns the favor. Yea, she should have been a greenrider. Anyway, she keeps at her job with fervor, and especially enjoys it when a rider comes stealing in at night to grab a bottle or a late snack. She has yet to achieve her, ah…ultimate goal with them, though. Aside from having the amorous tendencies of a green in heat, Lyra is a really nice and sweet girl, but you had better enjoy physical contact if want to be her friend. She is not likely to leave you alone.
Hobbies/Skills: A girl of the lower caverns, Lyra can brew numbweed, patch clothing, cook, and has talents in various other domestic activities. She is a jack of all trades when it comes to the lower caverns. However, unlike the average drudge, she can keep a kitchen and weyrhall running smooth as silk, and is very good at delegating jobs to others to make sure everything gets done. She keeps tabs on the inventory of food and supplies that Telgar boasts, and reports to her mother when they are running low on a certain necessity. Lyra’s hobbies only include being around people whenever possible, and attending to every need a rider might have that comes to the kitchens at night.
Pets: None.
History:
((If you need to contact me, please PM me on here. I hardly ever check email.))
Character
Name: Lyranna (Nickname: Lyra)
Rank: N/R-Headwoman’s Daughter
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Origin: Telgar Weyr
Appearance: Even as a child, Lyra wanted to be pretty. When her mother tried to cut her hair around a bowl like the other children, she threw a royal fit, but her mother got her way. The girl HATED the hairstyle, though, and as soon as she was old enough to take care of herself, she made sure her hair grew out. Her coal-black curls fall down to the small of her back when left down, but it is usually pulled away from her face when she is working, though she does have stray curls that frame her face. Her hair is something she prides herself on, and she loves how the ringlets frame her figure when left to fall loose.
Family:
Father:
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: A drudge would never have the audacity or tenaciousness that Lyra has, but because her mother works with the Weyrwoman, she considers herself above a lowly drudge. The girl has a tendency to boss the kitchen drudges around, but because her mother is the Headwoman, she can get away with it. After all, she is an assistant to her mother just as much as Venaru, if not more. She has a quick mind, though, and a good head for numbers and figures. If her mother were ever to be sick and unable to attend to her duties, Lyra could fill them with ease. Well, so she thinks, anyway. She keeps a good tally on the number of supplies the weyr has, and does well at reminding her mother when they are in need of more food or medical supplies. She excels at keeping everything running like it should, and many of the drudges and cooks come running to her with problems if her mother and Venaru are otherwise occupied.
She spends more of her time keeping up with the supplies the riders need, however, than the food in storage. Lyra dreamed of a golden Impression as a child, as most girls do, but she was never Searched. Her mother scolded her for such foolish dreams, however, and she soon forgot her misery over her fate. Applying herself to aiding the Weyr in other ways besides riding a dragon, the girl found she had her mother’s talent for keeping a weyr running smooth. Of course, with the addition of Venaru to their little clique, Lyra worked harder than ever to prove herself. In all honesty, she is jealous of the other girl’s beauty and holding the official title of “Assistant Headwoman”, when she knows that she is just as good at keeping things together as the ex-candidate. Of course, her mother did not want to ‘play favorites’, and told Lyra she would always help her, but Venaru was a talent she was not about to loose. The girl is not happy, though.
Of course, even though a drudge, Lyra has her own amount of pride and desire, and dreams of a dragonman for a lover. She has never had sex, though she has pushed the line a few times, but is holding that last ounce of innocence for a rider. Brown, blue, shards, even a greenrider, though preferably a man, though she would not say no to a woman’s touch either. Of course, naturally, she secretly lusts for a bronzerider, but knows that is not about to happen. Shaffit. She likes to be touched, though, and held, and…well, alright, she really should have been a greenrider herself. She would have gotten along with her dragon’s lust and fickleness very, very well.
Though a brisk and abrupt one when it comes to keeping everything in order, the girl can still be considered nice, and compassionate. Lyra loves people, and so loves her job. She likes serving during dinner in the weyrhall, and especially enjoys serving the riders…preferably with a low-cut dress. She makes friends quickly, and likes hugs and feeling other people around her. She is the touchy sort. Slaps on the rear and the occasional teasing grope from a friend, male or female, is something she laughs at, and returns the favor. Yea, she should have been a greenrider. Anyway, she keeps at her job with fervor, and especially enjoys it when a rider comes stealing in at night to grab a bottle or a late snack. She has yet to achieve her, ah…ultimate goal with them, though. Aside from having the amorous tendencies of a green in heat, Lyra is a really nice and sweet girl, but you had better enjoy physical contact if want to be her friend. She is not likely to leave you alone.
Hobbies/Skills: A girl of the lower caverns, Lyra can brew numbweed, patch clothing, cook, and has talents in various other domestic activities. She is a jack of all trades when it comes to the lower caverns. However, unlike the average drudge, she can keep a kitchen and weyrhall running smooth as silk, and is very good at delegating jobs to others to make sure everything gets done. She keeps tabs on the inventory of food and supplies that Telgar boasts, and reports to her mother when they are running low on a certain necessity. Lyra’s hobbies only include being around people whenever possible, and attending to every need a rider might have that comes to the kitchens at night.
Pets: None.
History: