Post by laionii on Jun 5, 2008 1:17:54 GMT -5
Contact Info:
Same as for W'lam, Nerine, and D'wyr
All that Glitters
Character Info:
Name: Breena
Age:17
Gender: Female
face claim: Alyson Michalka.
Rank: Canidate/Maid
Location: Igen Weyr
FAMILY
ANCESTORS
Great Grandmother: Sabithi of Southern Boll, Seamstress Deceased.
Great Grandfather: I'gor Greenrider of Igen, deceased
Grandmother:Sabreena Of Igen, Seamstress. Deceased
Grandfather: Ubren of Igen, Tailor, Deceased
PARENTS
Father: L'var [42] of bronze
Mother: Sabine (formerly of Igen) Drudge [35].
SIBLINGS
Mother's Side
Jammie 7 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Teegan 4 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Ippen 2 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Father's Side
Larissa 19-drudge at Igen by Janesa
J'var, 21 – rider of Bronze Ionuth at Igen by Janesa
Janirsa, 20 -Gold Canidate at Igen by Janesa
Mavara (22) Candidate for Igen, by Maytra
L’por (21) rider of brown Kelth by Wepari
Varneki (16) female weyrbrat, by Islaneki
Vareno (12) male weyrvrat, by Renoa
Zervar (10) male weyrbrat, by Zeritha
Vanizer (8) male weyrbrat, by Zeritha
Zavartho (7) male weybrat, by Zeritha
Laritha (5) female weyrbrat, by Zeritha
COUSINS/AUNTS/UNCLES
Mother's Side:
Ferric -minor holder deceased
D'wyr Rider of Bronze Svarth Igen.
Fathers Side:
Uncle Manerg (deceased, would be 49) Journeyman beastcrafter for Crom.
Aunt Sandralle (43) Daughter of a miner, wife of Manerg.
L’sander (23) rider of Bronze Oberonth at Telgar Weyr played by Brimstone
Navadra (20)
Pristinia (18)
Bandre (16) Apprenticed Beastcrafter
Uncle Androf (47) beastcrafter at Keroon
His Wife Porilla (44), their children:
Morson, (26) he is a journeyman beastcrafter
Panwik (24) he is a journeyman beastcrafter
Bareena (22) married to a farmcrafter, mother of one daughter
Joliran (19) Male Candidate at Igen Weyr
Aunt Pola (45) wife of a farmcrafter at Keroon
Her Husband Inord (50) farmcrafter. Their children:
Ulfden (24) journeyman farmer
Gregal (22) Journeyman healer
Appearance:
A face that is impossible to forget. Bright Honey hued eyes peer from beneath thick lashes and gracefully arched brows. Her eyes are almond shaped; a trait inherited from her father, though the stunning amber hue something descended solely from her mother’s line. Her heart shaped face and sharp features are framed and softened by a mass of pale blonde curls, that sometimes can be brushed out if let to dry in the Igen heat. Two soft full lips line her larger mouth with a beauty mark just to the left. Her smiles vary from soft comforting things, to a devils grin that terrifies all who have not cleaned their rooms.
Her hair is worn in a variety of arrangements depending greatly on the type of work she has to do, it is let to tumble during intimate encounters, pulled back tightly when scrubbing, gently twisted up when copying records, and left partially down when caring for her younger brothers. It generally takes on a life of its own and has almost platinum highlights when the desert sun gets to it enough. Her creamy completion is sun kissed, and a few large freckles spatter her arms, legs and back.
She is long limbed with a willowy frame, the curve of her breasts is noticeable, and they are about medium in size. Her body is in good proportion though she leans to a more slender build rather than pear shaped or hour glass figured. Her muscles are toned from years of furious scrubbing, her limbs and glutes rather firm and shapely, though not at all masculine. Long graceful fingers elegantly boned, are adept at taming Jenafa’s hair, as well as mending scrubbing and writing.
Brenna’s sense of fashion leans more to the practical than the aesthetic. She likes light weight fabrics that can breathe in the desert environment; she does not hate color though most of her garb is dull in that spectrum. Most of her garb is hand me downs from her mother before she bore children, heavily mended but serviceable. She often wears lighter hues to compensate for the heat, and is stunning in greens, browns and blues even some reds. She can’t wear anything orange, and darker colors (aside from black) don’t look right on her. She prefers things that show off her legs and arms. She possesses a few dresses that are positively stunning and are out of line with the rest of her wardrobe as far as quality. These were gifts from her father and are usually reserved for occasions when he visits, or when dignitaries come to Igen, though there is one or two that serve solely for meeting her lovers.
Personality:
Breena is the kind of girl who frightens most people. She is obsessive when it comes to cleaning, being a drudge this isn’t totally surprising, but the tenacity with which she attacks dirt is terrifying! Order not chaos reigns in her domain, and even when it comes to Jenafa’s rooms she spares nothing from the horrific scrutiny of her scrub brush. Then again it is usually when someone has angered her that she takes off on a cleaning rampage.
Her fury is the kind that isn’t physically violent toward people, but many who know her have learned the signs of her anger and frustration. It usually begins with her growing extremely quiet, listening intently to every word spoken. If someone hurts her badly enough she retaliates in kind, saying whatever thing would be the most vicious and painful. After this she usually storms off in a ‘quiet fury’ to go terrorize someone’s living quarters with soap sand.
She isn’t all fire and brimstone however; there is a tender side to her despite the brash exterior. She is friendly to most, and while many fear her rampages they enjoy her good humor almost equally. She is not popular, but she is the kind of person who offers a shoulder to cry on, and someone to vent to even to those people who do not know her that well. She is extremely perceptive and quick witted, but she is also rather sensitive and though she will never cry in front of someone she doesn’t trust, it does not stop her from crying at all.
She is ambitious, an insomniac and sometimes has the attention span of a green flit. Her mind is full of plans and goals, and she uses every single ounce of information she receives to her advantage while at the same time doing her best not to betray confidences. She has a mischievous mind, and a devils smile, always working on something and very capable of reading people. She always exudes an air of confidence, though she isn’t always confident of herself, and often needs reassuring.
Though she would like to pass herself off as an Ice Queen she has a very real need for affection. She is at her most vulnerable in relationships, often giving more of herself than she intends to, just to keep her lover happy, and has been used a few times. As a result she is a bit wary of men at first, and tends to hide out during gold flights. The only men in her life who get unconditional affection and trust are family.
She accepts her place in the Weyr at the moment, and does not question that girls ride gold boys ride green. In fact her opinion of some of the female candidates helps cement this. On the subject of Thread's return she is still uncertain, though given proper evidence she could be convinced of its return. Proper evidence ether way being more than just an unusually long interval.
History:
Breena was the First born and only daughter of her mother Sabine. The onetime candidate was renowned for her beauty, and L’var had a reputation for lusting after pretty things. Thus little Breena was born, she was on the smaller side as newborns went. Born with such fair hair that most people who didn’t feel the soft fuzz on her head thought she was bald. Like most infants when she first opened her eyes they were a bright baby blue, and like most infants she kept her mother up on more than one occasion. Still the child was loved immensely by her mother, and doted upon by her father.
Of course not all happy pictures stay perfect for long. L’var proved to be the typical Bronze rider, and upon discovering his many conquests Sabine barred him from her bed, though not from their daughter’s life. Though She never would have known it Breena would only be his second favorite daughter, the first being the half sister she knew nothing about. Larissa. Still Breena got her fair share of the man’s affections, tall willowy, blonde, and owner of the most remarkable amber eyes a trait from her mother’s side.
It was her father who first suggested impression. She had begged and begged for him to take her flying with him once on dragon back. Of course the curry haired amber eyed little girl won in the end, only after being bundled up in several layers and securely fitted with a makeshift rider’s belt used when transporting guests and her father’s assurance to her mother that they would not fly between.
From the instant she first felt those great wings pump she had been frightened, her father’s arms wrapped tightly around her small bulky shape. They launched off the bowl and she felt the butterflies in her stomach before the wind filled the bronzes wings and sent them soaring over Igen. Her bright giggles and muffled clapping only painted a smile of pride on her father’s face. “I want to stay up here!” the child had giggled. L’var of course smiled and pointed out that staying up too long would upset Sabine, “But one day you might be able to impress a hatchling of your own, and you and she can fly.” Those words have stuck with Breena ever since, It was her first memory and one that helped drive her to be the person that she is.
Of course Breena was not just a sweet little girl all the time, there were points where she was a downright brat. Even as a child her temper tantrums were legendary. Her mother was at her ropes end with the girl, and was unsure how to deal with her. One of the older Creech women called Yenta had told Sabine that what Breena needed was a reason to behave, and a constructive outlet for her frustration. Of course the woman didn’t realize that she would create an even greater terror that the whole Weyr would one day contend with.
Breena happened to throw a fit in the Crèche in front of one of the matrons promptly dumping out paint all over the floor. As punishment the she was told she had to scrub every last inch of the floor till it shone. She began to throw an even bigger fit and Yenta promptly told her that only good little girls could impress dragons and that being able to scrub the floor properly would help her eventually scrub a dragon properly.
It was something said out of desperation to quiet the child, but it worked and Breena found that scrubbing hard made her feel better. When her father began to visit less and less, it was cleaning that she used to vent her anger. She didn’t blame him for being busy but at the same time she frustrated at his dwindling visits. He gave her dresses every now and then, pretty things that while made her feel good, didn’t make up for his absence. Needless to say the apartment she shared with her mother was utterly spotless.
It was about this time that a new Harper had come to Igen. Peetan was a kind man and quiet taken with her mother. She didn’t like him one bit at first, but eventually he grew on her. He filled in the spaces her father had left behind, teaching her to sing and telling her stories. When her mother’s belly grew round she learned that she would have a sibling. It was another Idea she was going to rebel against at first, but once the boy was born she felt nothing but awe and affection for Jammie.
Jammie was however a fussy infant and as much as Breena loved her new responsibility as an older sister she didn’t care to be woken up by her little brother every night. Of course Jamie would grow out of it eventually and by the time he was three Teegan was on the way. Having the hang of her responsibilities as a big sister (and being thirteen) she was much more understanding. Besides she was beginning to take up drudge work in the Weyr a fact in which she took great pride. Of course parts of it was because no one could clean a room and have it in the kind of order she did, and the other reason being she hadn’t forgotten her dream of becoming a dragon rider.
By the time Ippen was on the way she had become the personal drudge (and terror) of Jenafa, then junior weyrwoman of Igen. She had also had her first intimate encounters. Rather enjoying the union she had expected it to last much like her mother’s relationship with Peetan. Sadly she learned that most men, especially dragonriders, tended to share her father’s wandering eye. Fortunately she found a friend in a green rider who facilitated her jumps between, and provided a strictly cuddle buddy relationship to help ease the pain of her less successful relationships.
The fever had taken her by surprise a week or two before the eggs in Jenafa’s queen’s clutch were expected to hatch. She dismissed it at first, a mild cough and fever were the least of her concerns, but then it was followed by fits of sneezing. She’d gone to the infirmary when her symptoms worsened, and then was quarantined when they suspected the same illness that had nearly wiped out half of pern’s population. By the time she heard the humming she was nearly delirious with fever, and only managed to land herself painfully on the floor of the infirmary when she tried to run to the sands. The healers made sure she didn’t leave and couldn’t pose a risk of infection to the other patients. She was only aware of the results of the hatchings a few days later as she was on the upswing of recovery. Her cousin visited to give her the news when all fear of spreading the illness was gone.
Recently however things have gotten much harder for her and it shows in the spotless halls of Igen. Illness kept her from standing on the sands, during Elfreth’s hatching. The dragonet that should have been hers impressed by the haughty, heartless Laszreen, and Larissa badly injured. Add to that the headwoman’s sudden increase in dislike of her, and the possibility of finding three more siblings who may accept her or despise her. Breena’s hard work, fiery temper and determination can only account for so much, what she really needs now is a bit of luck and a golden egg.
(All that glitters isn't GOLD)
Same as for W'lam, Nerine, and D'wyr
All that Glitters
Character Info:
Name: Breena
Age:17
Gender: Female
face claim: Alyson Michalka.
Rank: Canidate/Maid
Location: Igen Weyr
FAMILY
ANCESTORS
Great Grandmother: Sabithi of Southern Boll, Seamstress Deceased.
Great Grandfather: I'gor Greenrider of Igen, deceased
Grandmother:Sabreena Of Igen, Seamstress. Deceased
Grandfather: Ubren of Igen, Tailor, Deceased
PARENTS
Father: L'var [42] of bronze
Mother: Sabine (formerly of Igen) Drudge [35].
SIBLINGS
Mother's Side
Jammie 7 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Teegan 4 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Ippen 2 by Pettan [37] Journeyman harper
Father's Side
Larissa 19-drudge at Igen by Janesa
J'var, 21 – rider of Bronze Ionuth at Igen by Janesa
Janirsa, 20 -Gold Canidate at Igen by Janesa
Mavara (22) Candidate for Igen, by Maytra
L’por (21) rider of brown Kelth by Wepari
Varneki (16) female weyrbrat, by Islaneki
Vareno (12) male weyrvrat, by Renoa
Zervar (10) male weyrbrat, by Zeritha
Vanizer (8) male weyrbrat, by Zeritha
Zavartho (7) male weybrat, by Zeritha
Laritha (5) female weyrbrat, by Zeritha
COUSINS/AUNTS/UNCLES
Mother's Side:
Ferric -minor holder deceased
D'wyr Rider of Bronze Svarth Igen.
Fathers Side:
Uncle Manerg (deceased, would be 49) Journeyman beastcrafter for Crom.
Aunt Sandralle (43) Daughter of a miner, wife of Manerg.
L’sander (23) rider of Bronze Oberonth at Telgar Weyr played by Brimstone
Navadra (20)
Pristinia (18)
Bandre (16) Apprenticed Beastcrafter
Uncle Androf (47) beastcrafter at Keroon
His Wife Porilla (44), their children:
Morson, (26) he is a journeyman beastcrafter
Panwik (24) he is a journeyman beastcrafter
Bareena (22) married to a farmcrafter, mother of one daughter
Joliran (19) Male Candidate at Igen Weyr
Aunt Pola (45) wife of a farmcrafter at Keroon
Her Husband Inord (50) farmcrafter. Their children:
Ulfden (24) journeyman farmer
Gregal (22) Journeyman healer
Appearance:
A face that is impossible to forget. Bright Honey hued eyes peer from beneath thick lashes and gracefully arched brows. Her eyes are almond shaped; a trait inherited from her father, though the stunning amber hue something descended solely from her mother’s line. Her heart shaped face and sharp features are framed and softened by a mass of pale blonde curls, that sometimes can be brushed out if let to dry in the Igen heat. Two soft full lips line her larger mouth with a beauty mark just to the left. Her smiles vary from soft comforting things, to a devils grin that terrifies all who have not cleaned their rooms.
Her hair is worn in a variety of arrangements depending greatly on the type of work she has to do, it is let to tumble during intimate encounters, pulled back tightly when scrubbing, gently twisted up when copying records, and left partially down when caring for her younger brothers. It generally takes on a life of its own and has almost platinum highlights when the desert sun gets to it enough. Her creamy completion is sun kissed, and a few large freckles spatter her arms, legs and back.
She is long limbed with a willowy frame, the curve of her breasts is noticeable, and they are about medium in size. Her body is in good proportion though she leans to a more slender build rather than pear shaped or hour glass figured. Her muscles are toned from years of furious scrubbing, her limbs and glutes rather firm and shapely, though not at all masculine. Long graceful fingers elegantly boned, are adept at taming Jenafa’s hair, as well as mending scrubbing and writing.
Brenna’s sense of fashion leans more to the practical than the aesthetic. She likes light weight fabrics that can breathe in the desert environment; she does not hate color though most of her garb is dull in that spectrum. Most of her garb is hand me downs from her mother before she bore children, heavily mended but serviceable. She often wears lighter hues to compensate for the heat, and is stunning in greens, browns and blues even some reds. She can’t wear anything orange, and darker colors (aside from black) don’t look right on her. She prefers things that show off her legs and arms. She possesses a few dresses that are positively stunning and are out of line with the rest of her wardrobe as far as quality. These were gifts from her father and are usually reserved for occasions when he visits, or when dignitaries come to Igen, though there is one or two that serve solely for meeting her lovers.
Personality:
Breena is the kind of girl who frightens most people. She is obsessive when it comes to cleaning, being a drudge this isn’t totally surprising, but the tenacity with which she attacks dirt is terrifying! Order not chaos reigns in her domain, and even when it comes to Jenafa’s rooms she spares nothing from the horrific scrutiny of her scrub brush. Then again it is usually when someone has angered her that she takes off on a cleaning rampage.
Her fury is the kind that isn’t physically violent toward people, but many who know her have learned the signs of her anger and frustration. It usually begins with her growing extremely quiet, listening intently to every word spoken. If someone hurts her badly enough she retaliates in kind, saying whatever thing would be the most vicious and painful. After this she usually storms off in a ‘quiet fury’ to go terrorize someone’s living quarters with soap sand.
She isn’t all fire and brimstone however; there is a tender side to her despite the brash exterior. She is friendly to most, and while many fear her rampages they enjoy her good humor almost equally. She is not popular, but she is the kind of person who offers a shoulder to cry on, and someone to vent to even to those people who do not know her that well. She is extremely perceptive and quick witted, but she is also rather sensitive and though she will never cry in front of someone she doesn’t trust, it does not stop her from crying at all.
She is ambitious, an insomniac and sometimes has the attention span of a green flit. Her mind is full of plans and goals, and she uses every single ounce of information she receives to her advantage while at the same time doing her best not to betray confidences. She has a mischievous mind, and a devils smile, always working on something and very capable of reading people. She always exudes an air of confidence, though she isn’t always confident of herself, and often needs reassuring.
Though she would like to pass herself off as an Ice Queen she has a very real need for affection. She is at her most vulnerable in relationships, often giving more of herself than she intends to, just to keep her lover happy, and has been used a few times. As a result she is a bit wary of men at first, and tends to hide out during gold flights. The only men in her life who get unconditional affection and trust are family.
She accepts her place in the Weyr at the moment, and does not question that girls ride gold boys ride green. In fact her opinion of some of the female candidates helps cement this. On the subject of Thread's return she is still uncertain, though given proper evidence she could be convinced of its return. Proper evidence ether way being more than just an unusually long interval.
History:
Breena was the First born and only daughter of her mother Sabine. The onetime candidate was renowned for her beauty, and L’var had a reputation for lusting after pretty things. Thus little Breena was born, she was on the smaller side as newborns went. Born with such fair hair that most people who didn’t feel the soft fuzz on her head thought she was bald. Like most infants when she first opened her eyes they were a bright baby blue, and like most infants she kept her mother up on more than one occasion. Still the child was loved immensely by her mother, and doted upon by her father.
Of course not all happy pictures stay perfect for long. L’var proved to be the typical Bronze rider, and upon discovering his many conquests Sabine barred him from her bed, though not from their daughter’s life. Though She never would have known it Breena would only be his second favorite daughter, the first being the half sister she knew nothing about. Larissa. Still Breena got her fair share of the man’s affections, tall willowy, blonde, and owner of the most remarkable amber eyes a trait from her mother’s side.
It was her father who first suggested impression. She had begged and begged for him to take her flying with him once on dragon back. Of course the curry haired amber eyed little girl won in the end, only after being bundled up in several layers and securely fitted with a makeshift rider’s belt used when transporting guests and her father’s assurance to her mother that they would not fly between.
From the instant she first felt those great wings pump she had been frightened, her father’s arms wrapped tightly around her small bulky shape. They launched off the bowl and she felt the butterflies in her stomach before the wind filled the bronzes wings and sent them soaring over Igen. Her bright giggles and muffled clapping only painted a smile of pride on her father’s face. “I want to stay up here!” the child had giggled. L’var of course smiled and pointed out that staying up too long would upset Sabine, “But one day you might be able to impress a hatchling of your own, and you and she can fly.” Those words have stuck with Breena ever since, It was her first memory and one that helped drive her to be the person that she is.
Of course Breena was not just a sweet little girl all the time, there were points where she was a downright brat. Even as a child her temper tantrums were legendary. Her mother was at her ropes end with the girl, and was unsure how to deal with her. One of the older Creech women called Yenta had told Sabine that what Breena needed was a reason to behave, and a constructive outlet for her frustration. Of course the woman didn’t realize that she would create an even greater terror that the whole Weyr would one day contend with.
Breena happened to throw a fit in the Crèche in front of one of the matrons promptly dumping out paint all over the floor. As punishment the she was told she had to scrub every last inch of the floor till it shone. She began to throw an even bigger fit and Yenta promptly told her that only good little girls could impress dragons and that being able to scrub the floor properly would help her eventually scrub a dragon properly.
It was something said out of desperation to quiet the child, but it worked and Breena found that scrubbing hard made her feel better. When her father began to visit less and less, it was cleaning that she used to vent her anger. She didn’t blame him for being busy but at the same time she frustrated at his dwindling visits. He gave her dresses every now and then, pretty things that while made her feel good, didn’t make up for his absence. Needless to say the apartment she shared with her mother was utterly spotless.
It was about this time that a new Harper had come to Igen. Peetan was a kind man and quiet taken with her mother. She didn’t like him one bit at first, but eventually he grew on her. He filled in the spaces her father had left behind, teaching her to sing and telling her stories. When her mother’s belly grew round she learned that she would have a sibling. It was another Idea she was going to rebel against at first, but once the boy was born she felt nothing but awe and affection for Jammie.
Jammie was however a fussy infant and as much as Breena loved her new responsibility as an older sister she didn’t care to be woken up by her little brother every night. Of course Jamie would grow out of it eventually and by the time he was three Teegan was on the way. Having the hang of her responsibilities as a big sister (and being thirteen) she was much more understanding. Besides she was beginning to take up drudge work in the Weyr a fact in which she took great pride. Of course parts of it was because no one could clean a room and have it in the kind of order she did, and the other reason being she hadn’t forgotten her dream of becoming a dragon rider.
By the time Ippen was on the way she had become the personal drudge (and terror) of Jenafa, then junior weyrwoman of Igen. She had also had her first intimate encounters. Rather enjoying the union she had expected it to last much like her mother’s relationship with Peetan. Sadly she learned that most men, especially dragonriders, tended to share her father’s wandering eye. Fortunately she found a friend in a green rider who facilitated her jumps between, and provided a strictly cuddle buddy relationship to help ease the pain of her less successful relationships.
The fever had taken her by surprise a week or two before the eggs in Jenafa’s queen’s clutch were expected to hatch. She dismissed it at first, a mild cough and fever were the least of her concerns, but then it was followed by fits of sneezing. She’d gone to the infirmary when her symptoms worsened, and then was quarantined when they suspected the same illness that had nearly wiped out half of pern’s population. By the time she heard the humming she was nearly delirious with fever, and only managed to land herself painfully on the floor of the infirmary when she tried to run to the sands. The healers made sure she didn’t leave and couldn’t pose a risk of infection to the other patients. She was only aware of the results of the hatchings a few days later as she was on the upswing of recovery. Her cousin visited to give her the news when all fear of spreading the illness was gone.
Recently however things have gotten much harder for her and it shows in the spotless halls of Igen. Illness kept her from standing on the sands, during Elfreth’s hatching. The dragonet that should have been hers impressed by the haughty, heartless Laszreen, and Larissa badly injured. Add to that the headwoman’s sudden increase in dislike of her, and the possibility of finding three more siblings who may accept her or despise her. Breena’s hard work, fiery temper and determination can only account for so much, what she really needs now is a bit of luck and a golden egg.
(All that glitters isn't GOLD)
