Post by laionii on May 27, 2008 3:27:05 GMT -5
Contact Info
Same as for Danwyr
Character Info:
Name: Nerine
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Face claim:: Zooey Deschanel
Mother:
Danue :34: Midwife for Telgar Weyr
Mother's Mother :57: Juanita :: Midwife of Telgar
Mother's Father :60: Drexan :: Journeyman Healer
Mother's Siblings (in order of Birth)
Danue :34: Midwife
Jessom :29: Journeyman Healer
K'wyr :: [deceased]
I'pen :: [deceased]
Kessa :23: Minor Holder
Praetere :22: Jouneyman Healer
Jussox :18: Aprentice healer
Jessanne :13: Canidate of Telgar
Mother's Side Cousins::
Father
W'lam :42: Bronze Rider of Telgar :: Unfurth :: 28
Father's Father:70: I'tor :: Brownrider of Telgar :: Jurath::58
Father's Mother:62:Tryann :: Minor Holder
Father's Siblings (in order of birth):
W'lam :38: of Bronze Unfurth 28
T'gan :: deceased
P'tor :32: Deceased
V'ikkae :29: of Green Sarasath 16
R'chel :24:of Green Itath 14
T'pol :22: deceased
G'ne :20: deceased
Father's Side Cousins::
Siblings (In order of birth and by mother and father)
Danue and W'lam :
Nerine [16]
Edvar [13]
Ayrhin[10]
Appearance: Startling eyes are usually the first thing anyone notices when they do chose to notice her. She has her father’s eyes a rich navy blue around the outer rim, and fades to silver closer to the pupil. Her skin is pale as porcelain and fairly soft, her friends sometimes tease her by saying she needs as much oiling as a dragonet. Her complexion is marked only by scattered freckles during the summer months, and her shoulders are covered in them. She is pretty enough, but not anything that most take too much notice in. Her round face and high cheekbones are framed by dark coppery locks which reach down just past her shoulders. Often she has most or part of her thick silky hair tied back, though she looks far better with it at least partially down. Standing at five feet four inches tall, most people end up towering over her. Right now she is a chubby built child, new buds beginning to appear on her chest. When she matures her figure is curvier, a narrower waist and child bearing hips with a chest in proportion. She has a shorter torso and longer legs, her hands are deft at many tasks, especially Scribe work and drawing as well as things requiring a high level of dexterity. Her wrist bears a strange scar, one that she often wears a leather band with a dragon tooled into it over.
Personality: Tradition is something bred into her, she places a high esteem on her family and the bond is surprisingly close for being Weyr bred. She is for the most part a tender and compassionate person, possessing a gentleness of nature that helps when dealing with young children and frightened animals. She seems older than her fifteen years, and often knows things she shouldn’t simply because she listens more than she speaks. A rather introspective person she is constantly in thought when she isn’t pouring over dusty records or gathering herbs.
She can be quite aggressive when she wants something, and once her mind is made up there will be no swaying it. She has a temper but drawing it out is quite rare, unless you do something she finds extremely wrong or catch her in a mood. For the most part however she tends to be very reserved, always trying to carefully weigh the consequences of her actions. She dislikes it when people are upset or sad, and often goes out of her way to get a smile out of someone who is hurting. She is made to cry far more easily than she cares to admit and doesn’t enjoy crying in front of someone.
Stubborn to a fault she can get fixated on things if she isn’t careful. She can’t stand it when anyone neglects their animals, and is sometimes seen picking up other’s responsibilities to ensure that the creature doesn’t suffer. She doesn’t think of herself as pretty, and doesn’t put much stock in girls who have more looks than brains.
She does not have a plethora of people gaggling over her but the few friendships she does have are meaningful ones. Unlike most girls her age she hasn’t shown any real interest in sex. Not that she hasn’t had a make out buddy or two but she’s yet to find anyone she feels that comfortable with yet. Despite her Weyr blood perhaps it is the crafter lines which lean her toward more conservative values, or perhaps it is simply that she has not had enough experience to know what she is missing out on.
History: Tradition, from the moment she was born Nerine was thrust into a web of relatives who had all accomplished a great deal. Her father was from a line of riders and her mother came out of the crafter hall. Her earliest memories are of helping her mother and grandmother help the healers harvest medicinal herbs, and helping her father as he scrubbed Unferth. She never had a fear of any beast, and much to the frustration of her parents and those who cared for her, was always bringing home some sort of stray creature.
At the age of seven it happened to be a tunnel snake she had found near the garden, she ran into the Weyr waving the creature proudly much to the horror of her foster mother. At the age of ten It happened to be a wherry, which proceeded to destroy half the cushions in the dining hall. She was the terror of the Watch Wher, which got little to no rest between fending off bouts of dress up and chasing off whatever else decided to follow the girl home.
Like most Weyr bred children she stood at her first hatching at the age of twelve, and has attended every one she could ever since. However She has not impressed and the effect it had on her worried her foster family. After an incident she was sent to work as an assistant to the healers as a way to get her dragoness state off her mind. She still hopes to impress but fills the void with helping out.
She sticks close to the friends she knows won't desert her when they impress. There is also someone she had a crush on long ago, but she hasn't seen him in years. Its hard to say exactly what lay in store for her.
(Green or Gold)
Same as for Danwyr
Character Info:
Name: Nerine
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Face claim:: Zooey Deschanel
Mother:
Danue :34: Midwife for Telgar Weyr
Mother's Mother :57: Juanita :: Midwife of Telgar
Mother's Father :60: Drexan :: Journeyman Healer
Mother's Siblings (in order of Birth)
Danue :34: Midwife
Jessom :29: Journeyman Healer
K'wyr :: [deceased]
I'pen :: [deceased]
Kessa :23: Minor Holder
Praetere :22: Jouneyman Healer
Jussox :18: Aprentice healer
Jessanne :13: Canidate of Telgar
Mother's Side Cousins::
Father
W'lam :42: Bronze Rider of Telgar :: Unfurth :: 28
Father's Father:70: I'tor :: Brownrider of Telgar :: Jurath::58
Father's Mother:62:Tryann :: Minor Holder
Father's Siblings (in order of birth):
W'lam :38: of Bronze Unfurth 28
T'gan :: deceased
P'tor :32: Deceased
V'ikkae :29: of Green Sarasath 16
R'chel :24:of Green Itath 14
T'pol :22: deceased
G'ne :20: deceased
Father's Side Cousins::
Siblings (In order of birth and by mother and father)
Danue and W'lam :
Nerine [16]
Edvar [13]
Ayrhin[10]
Appearance: Startling eyes are usually the first thing anyone notices when they do chose to notice her. She has her father’s eyes a rich navy blue around the outer rim, and fades to silver closer to the pupil. Her skin is pale as porcelain and fairly soft, her friends sometimes tease her by saying she needs as much oiling as a dragonet. Her complexion is marked only by scattered freckles during the summer months, and her shoulders are covered in them. She is pretty enough, but not anything that most take too much notice in. Her round face and high cheekbones are framed by dark coppery locks which reach down just past her shoulders. Often she has most or part of her thick silky hair tied back, though she looks far better with it at least partially down. Standing at five feet four inches tall, most people end up towering over her. Right now she is a chubby built child, new buds beginning to appear on her chest. When she matures her figure is curvier, a narrower waist and child bearing hips with a chest in proportion. She has a shorter torso and longer legs, her hands are deft at many tasks, especially Scribe work and drawing as well as things requiring a high level of dexterity. Her wrist bears a strange scar, one that she often wears a leather band with a dragon tooled into it over.
Personality: Tradition is something bred into her, she places a high esteem on her family and the bond is surprisingly close for being Weyr bred. She is for the most part a tender and compassionate person, possessing a gentleness of nature that helps when dealing with young children and frightened animals. She seems older than her fifteen years, and often knows things she shouldn’t simply because she listens more than she speaks. A rather introspective person she is constantly in thought when she isn’t pouring over dusty records or gathering herbs.
She can be quite aggressive when she wants something, and once her mind is made up there will be no swaying it. She has a temper but drawing it out is quite rare, unless you do something she finds extremely wrong or catch her in a mood. For the most part however she tends to be very reserved, always trying to carefully weigh the consequences of her actions. She dislikes it when people are upset or sad, and often goes out of her way to get a smile out of someone who is hurting. She is made to cry far more easily than she cares to admit and doesn’t enjoy crying in front of someone.
Stubborn to a fault she can get fixated on things if she isn’t careful. She can’t stand it when anyone neglects their animals, and is sometimes seen picking up other’s responsibilities to ensure that the creature doesn’t suffer. She doesn’t think of herself as pretty, and doesn’t put much stock in girls who have more looks than brains.
She does not have a plethora of people gaggling over her but the few friendships she does have are meaningful ones. Unlike most girls her age she hasn’t shown any real interest in sex. Not that she hasn’t had a make out buddy or two but she’s yet to find anyone she feels that comfortable with yet. Despite her Weyr blood perhaps it is the crafter lines which lean her toward more conservative values, or perhaps it is simply that she has not had enough experience to know what she is missing out on.
History: Tradition, from the moment she was born Nerine was thrust into a web of relatives who had all accomplished a great deal. Her father was from a line of riders and her mother came out of the crafter hall. Her earliest memories are of helping her mother and grandmother help the healers harvest medicinal herbs, and helping her father as he scrubbed Unferth. She never had a fear of any beast, and much to the frustration of her parents and those who cared for her, was always bringing home some sort of stray creature.
At the age of seven it happened to be a tunnel snake she had found near the garden, she ran into the Weyr waving the creature proudly much to the horror of her foster mother. At the age of ten It happened to be a wherry, which proceeded to destroy half the cushions in the dining hall. She was the terror of the Watch Wher, which got little to no rest between fending off bouts of dress up and chasing off whatever else decided to follow the girl home.
Like most Weyr bred children she stood at her first hatching at the age of twelve, and has attended every one she could ever since. However She has not impressed and the effect it had on her worried her foster family. After an incident she was sent to work as an assistant to the healers as a way to get her dragoness state off her mind. She still hopes to impress but fills the void with helping out.
She sticks close to the friends she knows won't desert her when they impress. There is also someone she had a crush on long ago, but she hasn't seen him in years. Its hard to say exactly what lay in store for her.
(Green or Gold)
