Post by starshine on Sept 24, 2009 10:58:55 GMT -5
Contact Info: e-mail: rpicarelli@hotmail.com, AIM: Starburst833
Character Info:
Name: Kesstriel, but its just Kess for short
Age: 16 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father: Xandair (deceased 36 turns) Weyr Guard
Her father fell ill not two turns ago, and died this past winter. It is said that she has his personality, and his eyes. Xandair was a simple man, level headed and smooth thinking. A guard for the Weyr, he was a bear of a man, he instilled attributes in his daughter that he felt were desirable in any human being. (1. that hard work will get you anywhere, 2. being a kind hearted person does not mean you need to be taken advantage of.)
Mother: Miri, (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Not quite as level headed as Xandair, Miri, is a kind and warm woman. She truly has a mothers touch when it comes to her three children and her niece and nephew. She has a strong sense of truth about her, which led her to inform E'roil of his young daughter.
Siblings:
Mikaele (12 turns) is a bright eyed version of her father. Already towering over Kess, he's broad shouldered and sturdily built. He was not chosen to become a candidate but instead will follow was his father did, becoming a guard.
Rebeckaa (8 months) the baby her father would never get to meet. She came not long after his death. The future is unending for her. For now, she is a content and chubby, oh so spoiled baby.
Grandmother (Maternal): Kesstrille (52 turns) Kind hearted and strong willed. Her girls took after two very different sides of their mother. Miri being the subdued and gentle being, Iavala being a fiery presence you couldn't help but look at. She is behind her children and their children 100 percent and has faith that they will find meaningful places in the world.
Aunt: Iavala (deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (8th clutch of Gold Adeloth by Bronze Deluth)
-Strong of will and heart, she had a temper like fire, and a spirit to match. Mother of Iaslia.
Cousins: Iaslia (5 turns) a spitfire of a girl who gives Kess a run for her money.
Ieaslen (6 turns) as fiery hot as his mother, and as loyal as his father.
Appearance:
Shaped like her mother Kess is of a small build, standing at most 5'2'' tall, with slender limbs. She has a peaches and cream complexion, which gets the slightest bit of color when she in embarrassed. Her hair is long, down to the small of her back, and often times swept into a loose braid, leaving tendrils of it framing her face. It has a soft almost raven black hue to it. It has always been said that she has her fathers eyes, large, and round with long black lashes. They have a soft doe like aspect to them. Their color is like soft silver, slowly melting and churning.
She spends most of her days in a long sleeved tunic, a brick red in color. A pair of brown leggings and brown boots that go to just below the knee finish her outfit. She's come to find that the tunic while warm isn't' heavy and that the leggings allow for a large range of motion. Her hands are nimble and she is rather spry even for a girl of 16. She enjoys running and climbing, as a child she was alway getting into mischief. Not to intentionally get into trouble, but more because she is curious.
Personality:
She truly is her fathers daughter in this aspect, though being around her mother, some characteristics have rubbed off. Level headed and always soft spoken, she tends to think before acting. She has a strong sense for doing the right thing, and for knowing the truth. As was her father, Kess is an observer. She'll take note of the world around her, with eyes as keen as a hawk.
A kind heart and warm demeanor are aspects derived straight from her mother. Children tend to like her for those reasons. She is never one to turn a child away when they ask for something. They will often times come running to find her, either to play or if they have scraped a knee.
Kess has a gentle calming attribute. This is taken from her father. In tense situations she is usually the one taking the deep breathe before letting her words, or actions get away from her. She can easily multi-task, and is very good at micro managing time. When she feels that no one is paying attention to her, she tends to sing softly to herself. Though she doesn't think she holds any real talent, she actually has a pleasant voice. On occasion she will slip away from the world, to find a corner for just a moment to catch herself.
Loosing her father was probably the toughest thing Kess has done so far. It was hard for her to keep hold of the thought that her father would no longer be there physically. That his body was now gone, and his soul was free. Though it was a beautiful way to put things, the knowledge that he was no longer there to guide her and tell her that things would be alright baffled her. A small change had come over the once very lively cheerful girl. She is still herself, still cheerful and kind, but there is now a dark streak. An ever present sadness behind her kind and loving eyes. Its almost like a small shadow occasionally passes over the molten silver, but it will usually disappear after a moment.
History:
To understand where Kess comes from, you need to know of the people who came before her. Her two strong willed dragon riding grandparents whom she has never met led to a kind and gentle, warm and dependable mother. Miri knew from a young age that she was not meant to be a dragonrider. That her place in the world would be to care for children and create a comfortable Weyr for dragons and their riders.
Her father came from hearty stock. His father had been a guard as had his father's father, and his father's father's father. He was everything needed to be a guard. Xandair had an eagles site, and an attention to detail like no other. That, he had gotten from his mother. His parents had died when he was young, leaving him in the good hands of the Weyr drudges. He too knew from a young age that he would not be a rider.
The two of them met when they were teenagers. Xandair being 16, Miri, 13. They didn't know it yet but they would grow to love each other. They spend many afternoons together, eventually they grew on each other. They were married in the winter of Xandair's 20th turn. Miri, 17, was fresh faced and beaming. Kesstriel came the next autumn. Things moved fast for them, but time seemed to stand still. Their family was growing.
Being the oldest, Kess enjoyed many years of her father's graces. She was a treasure to him. He was fascinated by how quickly she learned and grew. He taught her songs, and games. As a small child she was pleasant to everyone around her. The others in her age group got along with her well, she was never one for fighting. More often she was the one breaking it up. The littlest girl with the biggest personality.
The arrival of her little brother gave Kess something more. It was as if she now had a purpose. It was to protect him. When he was a baby she would visit with him, bring him things, sing to him. As he got older it became apparent that he would need no protecting. By the age of 9 he could lift her onto his shoulders.
It seemed that time passed slowly from that day on. Until the illness swept the Weyr. Many fell ill. Members of her close knit family. First her aunt, then her father. Both were taken from the world early, and both are sorely miss as far as the girl is concerned. Miri held strong. Losing both her dear sister, and loving husband, so close together. Life continues, the world goes on. She had the children to think of, no just her own but also her sisters, and those of the others. So many had been left without loved ones.
Color Preference: Kess has no preference to which color. She will be over joyed with any dragon willing to be with her.
Character Info:
Name: Kesstriel, but its just Kess for short
Age: 16 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Candidate
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Father: Xandair (deceased 36 turns) Weyr Guard
Her father fell ill not two turns ago, and died this past winter. It is said that she has his personality, and his eyes. Xandair was a simple man, level headed and smooth thinking. A guard for the Weyr, he was a bear of a man, he instilled attributes in his daughter that he felt were desirable in any human being. (1. that hard work will get you anywhere, 2. being a kind hearted person does not mean you need to be taken advantage of.)
Mother: Miri, (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Not quite as level headed as Xandair, Miri, is a kind and warm woman. She truly has a mothers touch when it comes to her three children and her niece and nephew. She has a strong sense of truth about her, which led her to inform E'roil of his young daughter.
Siblings:
Mikaele (12 turns) is a bright eyed version of her father. Already towering over Kess, he's broad shouldered and sturdily built. He was not chosen to become a candidate but instead will follow was his father did, becoming a guard.
Rebeckaa (8 months) the baby her father would never get to meet. She came not long after his death. The future is unending for her. For now, she is a content and chubby, oh so spoiled baby.
Grandmother (Maternal): Kesstrille (52 turns) Kind hearted and strong willed. Her girls took after two very different sides of their mother. Miri being the subdued and gentle being, Iavala being a fiery presence you couldn't help but look at. She is behind her children and their children 100 percent and has faith that they will find meaningful places in the world.
Aunt: Iavala (deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (8th clutch of Gold Adeloth by Bronze Deluth)
-Strong of will and heart, she had a temper like fire, and a spirit to match. Mother of Iaslia.
Cousins: Iaslia (5 turns) a spitfire of a girl who gives Kess a run for her money.
Ieaslen (6 turns) as fiery hot as his mother, and as loyal as his father.
Appearance:
Shaped like her mother Kess is of a small build, standing at most 5'2'' tall, with slender limbs. She has a peaches and cream complexion, which gets the slightest bit of color when she in embarrassed. Her hair is long, down to the small of her back, and often times swept into a loose braid, leaving tendrils of it framing her face. It has a soft almost raven black hue to it. It has always been said that she has her fathers eyes, large, and round with long black lashes. They have a soft doe like aspect to them. Their color is like soft silver, slowly melting and churning.
She spends most of her days in a long sleeved tunic, a brick red in color. A pair of brown leggings and brown boots that go to just below the knee finish her outfit. She's come to find that the tunic while warm isn't' heavy and that the leggings allow for a large range of motion. Her hands are nimble and she is rather spry even for a girl of 16. She enjoys running and climbing, as a child she was alway getting into mischief. Not to intentionally get into trouble, but more because she is curious.
Personality:
She truly is her fathers daughter in this aspect, though being around her mother, some characteristics have rubbed off. Level headed and always soft spoken, she tends to think before acting. She has a strong sense for doing the right thing, and for knowing the truth. As was her father, Kess is an observer. She'll take note of the world around her, with eyes as keen as a hawk.
A kind heart and warm demeanor are aspects derived straight from her mother. Children tend to like her for those reasons. She is never one to turn a child away when they ask for something. They will often times come running to find her, either to play or if they have scraped a knee.
Kess has a gentle calming attribute. This is taken from her father. In tense situations she is usually the one taking the deep breathe before letting her words, or actions get away from her. She can easily multi-task, and is very good at micro managing time. When she feels that no one is paying attention to her, she tends to sing softly to herself. Though she doesn't think she holds any real talent, she actually has a pleasant voice. On occasion she will slip away from the world, to find a corner for just a moment to catch herself.
Loosing her father was probably the toughest thing Kess has done so far. It was hard for her to keep hold of the thought that her father would no longer be there physically. That his body was now gone, and his soul was free. Though it was a beautiful way to put things, the knowledge that he was no longer there to guide her and tell her that things would be alright baffled her. A small change had come over the once very lively cheerful girl. She is still herself, still cheerful and kind, but there is now a dark streak. An ever present sadness behind her kind and loving eyes. Its almost like a small shadow occasionally passes over the molten silver, but it will usually disappear after a moment.
History:
To understand where Kess comes from, you need to know of the people who came before her. Her two strong willed dragon riding grandparents whom she has never met led to a kind and gentle, warm and dependable mother. Miri knew from a young age that she was not meant to be a dragonrider. That her place in the world would be to care for children and create a comfortable Weyr for dragons and their riders.
Her father came from hearty stock. His father had been a guard as had his father's father, and his father's father's father. He was everything needed to be a guard. Xandair had an eagles site, and an attention to detail like no other. That, he had gotten from his mother. His parents had died when he was young, leaving him in the good hands of the Weyr drudges. He too knew from a young age that he would not be a rider.
The two of them met when they were teenagers. Xandair being 16, Miri, 13. They didn't know it yet but they would grow to love each other. They spend many afternoons together, eventually they grew on each other. They were married in the winter of Xandair's 20th turn. Miri, 17, was fresh faced and beaming. Kesstriel came the next autumn. Things moved fast for them, but time seemed to stand still. Their family was growing.
Being the oldest, Kess enjoyed many years of her father's graces. She was a treasure to him. He was fascinated by how quickly she learned and grew. He taught her songs, and games. As a small child she was pleasant to everyone around her. The others in her age group got along with her well, she was never one for fighting. More often she was the one breaking it up. The littlest girl with the biggest personality.
The arrival of her little brother gave Kess something more. It was as if she now had a purpose. It was to protect him. When he was a baby she would visit with him, bring him things, sing to him. As he got older it became apparent that he would need no protecting. By the age of 9 he could lift her onto his shoulders.
It seemed that time passed slowly from that day on. Until the illness swept the Weyr. Many fell ill. Members of her close knit family. First her aunt, then her father. Both were taken from the world early, and both are sorely miss as far as the girl is concerned. Miri held strong. Losing both her dear sister, and loving husband, so close together. Life continues, the world goes on. She had the children to think of, no just her own but also her sisters, and those of the others. So many had been left without loved ones.
Color Preference: Kess has no preference to which color. She will be over joyed with any dragon willing to be with her.
