Post by silverblue on Sept 21, 2009 23:18:47 GMT -5
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Character Info:
Name: Iaslia
Age: 15 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrbrat
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Grandfather: E’valn (49 turns), rider of Brown Sartoth (23th Clutch Beynath/Eskarth)
Proud and confident, E’valn would be more what is expected in a Bronze rider than a Brown. He is a demanding man, expecting much from those around him and himself. A seeker of perfection, he is a tightly wound coil. Born Earvaln, he has lived his whole life in the Weyr and expects the rest of his family to do so. And in his mind, that is the highest honor a man can achive while performing in his duties.
Grandmothers:
Sahrah (56 turns) Weyr Cook
A dreamer and a passionate woman, Sahrah had a huge impact on E’riol’s life, far more so than his distant father. Despite a coolness between her and her Weyrmate, she and E’valn have stayed loyal to each other for nearly 35 years. She believes strongly in her offspring and her mate and will go to no ends to do what needs to support them.
Kesstrille (52 turns) Weyr Drudge
A large part of both Miri and Iavala's lives she shaped the two women into reflecting parts of her whole. Iavala took after the side that others tended to be wary of while Miri was as supportive as one could ever want in a family member.
Father: E'riol (31 turns) Wingleader, Rider of Bronze Caidenth ( 43rd Clutch of Gold Beynath by Bronze Tlanth)
Charismatic and brilliant, E'riol is little like the rest of his family. He only recently found out that Iaslia is his daughter and has approached the subject very, very carefully.
Mother: Iavala (Deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (8th Clutch of Gold Adeloth by Bronze Deluth)
A woman to match E'riol in temper. Iavala lived up to her red hair as her daughter has begun to. Strong and forthright, she grew up in the Weyr under Marisol and was as feminist as they come. She died last year because of the latest surge of ilness across Pern.
Aunts:
Parah (40 turns) Weyr Drudge
Much like her mother, Parah loves the simple things in life. Being a surrogate mother has been the highlight of her life and she fosters many of the Weyr’s brats.
Lyrah (30 turns) Weyr Drudge
An extremely quiet individual, unless one bumps into Lyrah she is unlikely to be noticed at all. This is exactly how she likes it, she helps as much as she can with the healing of the dragons and humans of the Weyr, but she lacks the skill to become a full fledged healer.
Miri (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Iavala's older sister, Miri has taken over the role of mother in Iaslia's and Ieaslen's lives. A kind and warm woman, she has three children of her own and promised to tell the truth about Iaslia's father and has let E'riol know about his previously unknown role.
Uncle: Evalos (20 turns) (Candidate)
Wound as tight as his father, Evalos is a stern, arrogant young man. The clear favorite of his father’s offspring he is used to getting the best cut off the meat and has come to expect it. Confrontational and forward, he is a strange mirror opposite of his older brother.
Half Brother:Ieaslen (6 turns)
A real blend of his father and mother, Ieaslen has Iavala's red hair and quick temper, but like his brown rider father he has also begun to show a large streak of loyalty.
Cousins:
Kesstriel (16 Turns) Candidate
As sweet as her mother, Kess is a quiet influence on Iaslia's otherwise rampantly shifting attitudes. A role model and often caretaker, Kess is one of the few that Iaslia will listen to for more than a couple moments.
Mikaele (12 turns) Guard Apprentice
Much taller than the rest of the brood, he is a distant if watchful figure in Ias' life. Much like his father, he is a steady and calm individual.
Rebeckaa (8 months) Weyrbrat
She came into the world shortly after Iaslia and Iaeslen became a bigger part of Miri's family.
Appearance:
As a child: Tall for her age, Iaslia is very proud to state that she is the tallest girl of her Creche group. Blonde-red hair frizzes about her face in a wild halo, which is rarely and only with much brushing, ever tamed. And it is this feature which most reflects the little girl's personality. Freckles dash across her nose lightly and appear much stronger after she has had a few days in the sun.
Dark green eyes, with a few brown flecks in them are often intense, much like her father's as the little girl focuses with an intensity rarely seen in one her age. Often, she is told how much like her mother she looks and how much like her father she acts. Always busy, it is rare to see Iaslia without a toy or a gadget being tossed between her hands.
Almost always dirty, clothes last a very short period with this very active child and she is the bane of the creche mothers for how often they need to mend her clothing. Chubby cheeks are so often smeared with dirt, it is a surprise at all to see her clean and it normally takes multiple adults to pin her long enough to actually manage to clean her thoroughly.
As an adult: With a temper to match her hair color, Iaslia has that red hair that is uncommon in Pern today. Tall, and with a stride to match her temper, she is a young woman only now entering into her own. She favors her father strongly in features, being round of face and bearing high cheekbones.
Her hair however is much like her mother’s. She is very slim, bearing still that childishness of body and of breast. If in fact she had to pass as a boy there would be very little she would have to do to further this, much to her chagrin. Her legs and arms are willowy and lithe and her neck graceful. With a body hardened from many long runs, her belly is flat and her breasts are small although shapely.
Her hair is cropped sort, a curly red mass that frizzes around her neck. Most often it is tied back in a small bun. For when released, it is a beast to be reckoned with. Like her hair, Iaslia’s eyes reflect her temper; with an intense expression, her green eyes are often condescending or condemning and few can stand against her glare.
They are wide set and very expressive, having a tendency to say much more than she otherwise would. An attractive young woman, aside from her fiery hair she is far from standing out in a crowd, especially with the pout she most often wears.
Iaslia’s lips also remind passersby of her temper, had the flashing eyes escaped them. Often thin, they are pressed into a disapproving expression, as if she has tasted something sour. The one time the young woman does stand out is when she smiles. It is as if someone flipped on a light bulb, and her laugh is infections, if rare in its occurrence. Freckles dust across her nose but are not in evidence anywhere else visible on her body.
The garments she wears vary as often as her moods, though they are most often in shades of blue. The most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a fluid blue blouse. Knee high boots are a staple of course. Dresses are oddly rare for her, though being craft bred, her lack of ‘proper wear’ is tolerated in the Weyr at least.
Personality:
As a Child: With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is often the terror of the creche, teasing or tormenting the other children. Or, just as often, throwing a tantrum when she does not get what she wants. Between having a turn older brother and a mother that was always straight foward, Iaslia has learned little of fear. She jumps before she looks, mostly figuring that she can handle anything that comes at her.
She is not always moods and temper, if she is given a puzzle or challenge, the little girl can kept busy for hours; and this a much employed weapon. Iaslia is very much like her father in ways she has not even begun to discover and neither has he. Iavala noticed how bright her daughter was early on and pushed the child into early lessons, and in these Iaslia excels, when she actually pays attention.
Always mysteriously underfoot, the women of the Weyr are constantly pestered by the girl with questions about everything large and small. She has an appetite for learned about anything she can absorb in her sponge like fashion. Just as often it seems, it is impossible to find the little girl when one actually wants her. Iaslia seems to have an innate sense of when there are chores to be done and often ducks into the Weyr's many unexplored tunnels and corridors.
Her mother's death has had a significant impact on the girl's life and she has found that all of a sudden, everything is no longer fun and games. Life has shown a serious side that Iaslia has decided she does not like at all. She should not be sad and more importantly Ieaslen and Miri should not have to be sad. In her young fashion, she has decided that she wants to stop this thing in any way she can.
As an Adult: With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is a young woman that is rarely crossed by those that she knows; and ware the traveler that tips her attitude. She is not always moods and temper, although the only thing that truly allows her to focus is her weaving and in that she can lose herself for hours.
Being in the past for most of her life, she treats men with long distance caution, and they stay at an arm’s length as she has not quite learned the powerful effect her smile or pout can have. And most are turned away by a sharp tongue and quick temper, the Craft and Hold boys she has known have never peaked her interest and she regards most with mild disdain.
Confident to the point of seeming obnoxiousness, Iaslia knows exactly where she stands in life. Unlike most people she truly knows herself and for the most part like to let people know just how great she is. Vibrant and bright, she takes delight in turning conversations on a dime.
Her wit is as sharp as it is quick and many a foolish man has found his doom on those edges. Armed with an incredible memory, it is rare she misses anything at all. An endless wanderer, she hates being cooped up inside for any given length of time. Unless working on a puzzle, her feet endlessly twitch. Iaslia has a one track mind when she is truly studying or working and pity the poor fool who interrupts her.
History:
It started with a flirtatious Green sunning nearby a Bronze, a week or so later when Vireseth rose to mate, it was Bronze Caidenth who strangely participated and won. Their riders though, they shared little of the dragons' affections. Needless to say, E'riol and Iavala fought like two tunnel snakes in a bag. Neither would admit the feelings they actually had for each other and they soon parted amidst whirling emotions.
So, it was unsurprising that when Iavala found herself pregnant, that she chose not to inform the bronze rider. She told her sister, and begged for leave to join the Queen's wing so she could avoid going between as much as possible. Avoiding E'riol at all costs, Iavala spent a tense nine months. Her son, Iaeslen had no idea why his mother was so upset but he was excited at the prospect of a sibling to play with. They were better than his friends, or so he was told.
The squalling, red faced baby was not what Ieaslen expected, but knowing his father, it was exactly what Iavala expected. In her first year, Iaslia managed to run both her mother and aunt ragged with her crying and tantrums. Iavala claimed that she was quiet only when she slept and even then, not all of the time.
As Iaslia unfolded as a very bright child, this surprised neither Iavala nor Miri, knowing her parentage. Iavala chose to raise the girl as one of the hordes of creche children. E'riol never asked, and Iaval was strictly against telling him and luckily, Iaslia looked little like her father. Ieaslen had to wait a few years before Iaslia was a suitable playmate, much to his chagrin. But the toddler had little trouble keeping up with the turn older boy.
Iavala became the center of the little girl's life and Iaslia simply idolized her mother. Despite the number of women that helped in the general rearing of the children, Iavala was always the center of Ias' life and of Ieaslen's. So when the sickness swept through the Weyr, it shocked all who knew her to see the vibrant young woman claimed by disease. Iaslia watched her mother get sick and then Ieaslen, many of the other children and mother's got sick. But Iavala did not get better.
One morning, Iaslia woke to the screaming of her mother's Green Vireseth going between forever as Iavala's life faded out. Brother and sister cried themselves to sleep that night and many nights after that. Miri moved the children into her own family's caves and informed E'riol of his parentage after Iavala's loss had been mourned. With her mother gone. Miri felt he had to know about the little girl.
The last year has been a whirlwind of change for Iaslia and her brother. Getting to know a father she never knew of has only been the latest wild change. What little Ias has decided is that she needs to do whatever it takes to stop people from being sad. All the dragons cried when Vireseth went between, there were many dragons that went between like her mother's that year. No one should have to be sad like that, and dragons should absolutely -not-cry.
The latest thing to spin through her life was another Green, just like mommy's. She told her that Iaslia was going to be a Candidate and that she along with several other children were going to be sent away for training. Miri told her this was a good thing and that she was going to be ok, as did E'riol. So, still not quite understanding how one could lose a mommy but gain a daddy, Iaslia went with the rest of the group to be trained to become a Candidate.
For ten years, she remained with the small group of children in hiding. Her world revolved around a tiny group and the lessons they were given. The story that they were sent there for training was not entirely wrong. They are returning to the Weyr now and all of children wait with baited breath for what their arrival will mean.
Color Preference: Gold, Green
Character Info:
Name: Iaslia
Age: 15 turns
Gender: Female
Rank: Weyrbrat
Location: Telgar Weyr
Family:
Grandfather: E’valn (49 turns), rider of Brown Sartoth (23th Clutch Beynath/Eskarth)
Proud and confident, E’valn would be more what is expected in a Bronze rider than a Brown. He is a demanding man, expecting much from those around him and himself. A seeker of perfection, he is a tightly wound coil. Born Earvaln, he has lived his whole life in the Weyr and expects the rest of his family to do so. And in his mind, that is the highest honor a man can achive while performing in his duties.
Grandmothers:
Sahrah (56 turns) Weyr Cook
A dreamer and a passionate woman, Sahrah had a huge impact on E’riol’s life, far more so than his distant father. Despite a coolness between her and her Weyrmate, she and E’valn have stayed loyal to each other for nearly 35 years. She believes strongly in her offspring and her mate and will go to no ends to do what needs to support them.
Kesstrille (52 turns) Weyr Drudge
A large part of both Miri and Iavala's lives she shaped the two women into reflecting parts of her whole. Iavala took after the side that others tended to be wary of while Miri was as supportive as one could ever want in a family member.
Father: E'riol (31 turns) Wingleader, Rider of Bronze Caidenth ( 43rd Clutch of Gold Beynath by Bronze Tlanth)
Charismatic and brilliant, E'riol is little like the rest of his family. He only recently found out that Iaslia is his daughter and has approached the subject very, very carefully.
Mother: Iavala (Deceased) Rider of Green Vireseth (8th Clutch of Gold Adeloth by Bronze Deluth)
A woman to match E'riol in temper. Iavala lived up to her red hair as her daughter has begun to. Strong and forthright, she grew up in the Weyr under Marisol and was as feminist as they come. She died last year because of the latest surge of ilness across Pern.
Aunts:
Parah (40 turns) Weyr Drudge
Much like her mother, Parah loves the simple things in life. Being a surrogate mother has been the highlight of her life and she fosters many of the Weyr’s brats.
Lyrah (30 turns) Weyr Drudge
An extremely quiet individual, unless one bumps into Lyrah she is unlikely to be noticed at all. This is exactly how she likes it, she helps as much as she can with the healing of the dragons and humans of the Weyr, but she lacks the skill to become a full fledged healer.
Miri (33 turns) Weyr Drudge
Iavala's older sister, Miri has taken over the role of mother in Iaslia's and Ieaslen's lives. A kind and warm woman, she has three children of her own and promised to tell the truth about Iaslia's father and has let E'riol know about his previously unknown role.
Uncle: Evalos (20 turns) (Candidate)
Wound as tight as his father, Evalos is a stern, arrogant young man. The clear favorite of his father’s offspring he is used to getting the best cut off the meat and has come to expect it. Confrontational and forward, he is a strange mirror opposite of his older brother.
Half Brother:Ieaslen (6 turns)
A real blend of his father and mother, Ieaslen has Iavala's red hair and quick temper, but like his brown rider father he has also begun to show a large streak of loyalty.
Cousins:
Kesstriel (16 Turns) Candidate
As sweet as her mother, Kess is a quiet influence on Iaslia's otherwise rampantly shifting attitudes. A role model and often caretaker, Kess is one of the few that Iaslia will listen to for more than a couple moments.
Mikaele (12 turns) Guard Apprentice
Much taller than the rest of the brood, he is a distant if watchful figure in Ias' life. Much like his father, he is a steady and calm individual.
Rebeckaa (8 months) Weyrbrat
She came into the world shortly after Iaslia and Iaeslen became a bigger part of Miri's family.
Appearance:
As a child: Tall for her age, Iaslia is very proud to state that she is the tallest girl of her Creche group. Blonde-red hair frizzes about her face in a wild halo, which is rarely and only with much brushing, ever tamed. And it is this feature which most reflects the little girl's personality. Freckles dash across her nose lightly and appear much stronger after she has had a few days in the sun.
Dark green eyes, with a few brown flecks in them are often intense, much like her father's as the little girl focuses with an intensity rarely seen in one her age. Often, she is told how much like her mother she looks and how much like her father she acts. Always busy, it is rare to see Iaslia without a toy or a gadget being tossed between her hands.
Almost always dirty, clothes last a very short period with this very active child and she is the bane of the creche mothers for how often they need to mend her clothing. Chubby cheeks are so often smeared with dirt, it is a surprise at all to see her clean and it normally takes multiple adults to pin her long enough to actually manage to clean her thoroughly.
As an adult: With a temper to match her hair color, Iaslia has that red hair that is uncommon in Pern today. Tall, and with a stride to match her temper, she is a young woman only now entering into her own. She favors her father strongly in features, being round of face and bearing high cheekbones.
Her hair however is much like her mother’s. She is very slim, bearing still that childishness of body and of breast. If in fact she had to pass as a boy there would be very little she would have to do to further this, much to her chagrin. Her legs and arms are willowy and lithe and her neck graceful. With a body hardened from many long runs, her belly is flat and her breasts are small although shapely.
Her hair is cropped sort, a curly red mass that frizzes around her neck. Most often it is tied back in a small bun. For when released, it is a beast to be reckoned with. Like her hair, Iaslia’s eyes reflect her temper; with an intense expression, her green eyes are often condescending or condemning and few can stand against her glare.
They are wide set and very expressive, having a tendency to say much more than she otherwise would. An attractive young woman, aside from her fiery hair she is far from standing out in a crowd, especially with the pout she most often wears.
Iaslia’s lips also remind passersby of her temper, had the flashing eyes escaped them. Often thin, they are pressed into a disapproving expression, as if she has tasted something sour. The one time the young woman does stand out is when she smiles. It is as if someone flipped on a light bulb, and her laugh is infections, if rare in its occurrence. Freckles dust across her nose but are not in evidence anywhere else visible on her body.
The garments she wears vary as often as her moods, though they are most often in shades of blue. The most common garb she wears is that of long, tanned breaches and a fluid blue blouse. Knee high boots are a staple of course. Dresses are oddly rare for her, though being craft bred, her lack of ‘proper wear’ is tolerated in the Weyr at least.
Personality:
As a Child: With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is often the terror of the creche, teasing or tormenting the other children. Or, just as often, throwing a tantrum when she does not get what she wants. Between having a turn older brother and a mother that was always straight foward, Iaslia has learned little of fear. She jumps before she looks, mostly figuring that she can handle anything that comes at her.
She is not always moods and temper, if she is given a puzzle or challenge, the little girl can kept busy for hours; and this a much employed weapon. Iaslia is very much like her father in ways she has not even begun to discover and neither has he. Iavala noticed how bright her daughter was early on and pushed the child into early lessons, and in these Iaslia excels, when she actually pays attention.
Always mysteriously underfoot, the women of the Weyr are constantly pestered by the girl with questions about everything large and small. She has an appetite for learned about anything she can absorb in her sponge like fashion. Just as often it seems, it is impossible to find the little girl when one actually wants her. Iaslia seems to have an innate sense of when there are chores to be done and often ducks into the Weyr's many unexplored tunnels and corridors.
Her mother's death has had a significant impact on the girl's life and she has found that all of a sudden, everything is no longer fun and games. Life has shown a serious side that Iaslia has decided she does not like at all. She should not be sad and more importantly Ieaslen and Miri should not have to be sad. In her young fashion, she has decided that she wants to stop this thing in any way she can.
As an Adult: With a temper as fiery as her hair, Iaslia is a young woman that is rarely crossed by those that she knows; and ware the traveler that tips her attitude. She is not always moods and temper, although the only thing that truly allows her to focus is her weaving and in that she can lose herself for hours.
Being in the past for most of her life, she treats men with long distance caution, and they stay at an arm’s length as she has not quite learned the powerful effect her smile or pout can have. And most are turned away by a sharp tongue and quick temper, the Craft and Hold boys she has known have never peaked her interest and she regards most with mild disdain.
Confident to the point of seeming obnoxiousness, Iaslia knows exactly where she stands in life. Unlike most people she truly knows herself and for the most part like to let people know just how great she is. Vibrant and bright, she takes delight in turning conversations on a dime.
Her wit is as sharp as it is quick and many a foolish man has found his doom on those edges. Armed with an incredible memory, it is rare she misses anything at all. An endless wanderer, she hates being cooped up inside for any given length of time. Unless working on a puzzle, her feet endlessly twitch. Iaslia has a one track mind when she is truly studying or working and pity the poor fool who interrupts her.
History:
It started with a flirtatious Green sunning nearby a Bronze, a week or so later when Vireseth rose to mate, it was Bronze Caidenth who strangely participated and won. Their riders though, they shared little of the dragons' affections. Needless to say, E'riol and Iavala fought like two tunnel snakes in a bag. Neither would admit the feelings they actually had for each other and they soon parted amidst whirling emotions.
So, it was unsurprising that when Iavala found herself pregnant, that she chose not to inform the bronze rider. She told her sister, and begged for leave to join the Queen's wing so she could avoid going between as much as possible. Avoiding E'riol at all costs, Iavala spent a tense nine months. Her son, Iaeslen had no idea why his mother was so upset but he was excited at the prospect of a sibling to play with. They were better than his friends, or so he was told.
The squalling, red faced baby was not what Ieaslen expected, but knowing his father, it was exactly what Iavala expected. In her first year, Iaslia managed to run both her mother and aunt ragged with her crying and tantrums. Iavala claimed that she was quiet only when she slept and even then, not all of the time.
As Iaslia unfolded as a very bright child, this surprised neither Iavala nor Miri, knowing her parentage. Iavala chose to raise the girl as one of the hordes of creche children. E'riol never asked, and Iaval was strictly against telling him and luckily, Iaslia looked little like her father. Ieaslen had to wait a few years before Iaslia was a suitable playmate, much to his chagrin. But the toddler had little trouble keeping up with the turn older boy.
Iavala became the center of the little girl's life and Iaslia simply idolized her mother. Despite the number of women that helped in the general rearing of the children, Iavala was always the center of Ias' life and of Ieaslen's. So when the sickness swept through the Weyr, it shocked all who knew her to see the vibrant young woman claimed by disease. Iaslia watched her mother get sick and then Ieaslen, many of the other children and mother's got sick. But Iavala did not get better.
One morning, Iaslia woke to the screaming of her mother's Green Vireseth going between forever as Iavala's life faded out. Brother and sister cried themselves to sleep that night and many nights after that. Miri moved the children into her own family's caves and informed E'riol of his parentage after Iavala's loss had been mourned. With her mother gone. Miri felt he had to know about the little girl.
The last year has been a whirlwind of change for Iaslia and her brother. Getting to know a father she never knew of has only been the latest wild change. What little Ias has decided is that she needs to do whatever it takes to stop people from being sad. All the dragons cried when Vireseth went between, there were many dragons that went between like her mother's that year. No one should have to be sad like that, and dragons should absolutely -not-cry.
The latest thing to spin through her life was another Green, just like mommy's. She told her that Iaslia was going to be a Candidate and that she along with several other children were going to be sent away for training. Miri told her this was a good thing and that she was going to be ok, as did E'riol. So, still not quite understanding how one could lose a mommy but gain a daddy, Iaslia went with the rest of the group to be trained to become a Candidate.
For ten years, she remained with the small group of children in hiding. Her world revolved around a tiny group and the lessons they were given. The story that they were sent there for training was not entirely wrong. They are returning to the Weyr now and all of children wait with baited breath for what their arrival will mean.
Color Preference: Gold, Green
