Post by blank on Jun 13, 2010 9:59:38 GMT -5
Contact Info: Blank
Recruited by: me/myself/and I
Character Info:
Name: Marti
Age: 20 Turns (1036)
Gender: Female
Rank: Wing rider, Search rider in training
Family: Mother: Torally: 40 Turns Trader
Father Morte: 42 Turns. Caravan leader
Sister: Teetiay, 13 Turns trader brat
Brother: Mirite 8 Turns trader brat
Appearance: When first meeting Marti you notice the openness to her face, deep brown eyes under dark lashes that will sparkle when telling a joke, or turn black when she is angered. Standing at 5’6 130 pounds, toned psychics, she takes pride in her appearance, and work ethic. Working alongside her family and the rest of the traders has taught her from an early age to pull her own weight. With the threat of a new pass looming, she keeps herself fighting fit, still utilizing the fitness and mental teachings from the weyrling master. With brown hair that just brushes over her shoulders she lets her bangs to fall just below her ears, just enough to tuck up off her face.
While she does enjoy dressing up, she usually can be found dressed in boots, trouser and one of the heavy knitted sweaters preferred for the cooler temperature to Telgar Weyr. Having parents for traders helped her keep abreast of the current style, and any current news from the holds.
Personality: Raised with a strong work ethic, Marti knows how to get a job done with little or no supervision needed. She has a sharp tongue for those who shriek their duties or wing mates who do “just enough”. Marti has found herself pulling watch duty for making her point known whether against a drudge or a ranker.
She has a loyalty that knows no bounds to her wing mates, friends, and her Weyr. She loves a good joke, is first in line for a bubbly pie, and will never pass up the chance to place a bet on a hatching. While she’s not sure how she feels about the upcoming pass, she knows that she will give everything she has to protect the members of her wing, her beloved Nereoth, and the people of Pern. Marti is sharper then she puts off. She has no problem with letting you know if in the wrong, or if she feels that your comments are insulting, or ridicules, or flat out foolish. Standing up for others who might not do so is also something she has found herself doing as of late.
She finds the opines of those holders, crafters or Lord Holders who disparage the Weyr, unacceptable and finds it harder to keep her political views to herself. Taught from an early age to honor the dragons and riders who sacrifice so much Marti feels that more respect should be given to the dragonriders. When riding search she uses the skills she learned as a youngster on bartering and trading, to keep her attitude in check. Always showering praise and respect to those holders she meets. She knows that while she might need to bite her tongue, her ultimate goal is to get what she wants.
Skills: Knows how to use throwing knifes. Always has her belt knife, but keeps the weighted throwing knives tucked into her boots.
Pets: None
History: Born to a young couple who as traders, traveled with a caravan to holds thorough the Northern Continent? The traveler’s life was difficult, and full of hard work, but moving from hold to hold delivering supplies was exciting. At a young age Marti knew how to ride, barter and help with any task set before her. While her parents were stern, she’d always felt loved. In her 12th turn her brother Mrite was born. When it became apparent Torally’s labor had started they received permission from the holder to stay on an extra day or two to give Torally and the new babe time to rest before moving on. While her mother slept Marti and Teetiay made busy, unloading supplies for the holder, when they caught sight of the dragons in the sky. As they landed, she listened with awe, as they announced they were riding Search for Telgar Weyr. Requesting all the youngsters of appropriate turns needed to present themselves and please step forward. As his words rang out, she almost ran. Turning to her father she looked for his guidance.
"Go Marti you must present yourself to the dragons".
Lining up with the rest of the teens, she found that she was being looked over by a rather beautiful blue dragon. Suddenly finding the rider in front of her, "you girl what’s your name"?
"It’s Marti sir".
"Well Marti you’ve be found acceptable to the Weyr, go pack your bag".
Turning to respond to the Greenrider beside him, Marti quickly wove through the crowd, feeling a sudden burst of exultation at the thought of being bonded to a dragon. Breaking into a jog towards her father, wide eyed, grinning she looked to see his reaction. Holding out his arms to embrace her, he smiled. "Go, pack, tell you mother, you do us proud, you hear"! Running towards the wagons, she hoped her mother wouldn’t be to upset. She couldn’t believe she’d been Searched.
Living in the Weyr was a shock, after living the life of a trader, she found the Weyr, with its many dragons, and weyrfolk overwhelming. She found the daily list of chores and classes a comforting distraction. Doing any chore set to her without complaint she found herself lying in bed at night trying to understand the attitude and reasoning of some of the Weyrfolk and riders. Why didn’t some people like women riders? Why do some Lord Holders short tithes when they were duty bound to supply them to the Weyr? Too shy to ask, she just didn’t care, she was too excited and proud to have been found worthy.
Nereoths hatching day was one of wonder and excitement, with a deep breath, and her father’s words still ringing in her ears, she knew that all she could do was hope. Standing near the other candidates she glanced at the other hopeful girls, wondering who would be the lucky ones today, would she? As the humming grew louder she moved to look, watching as two eggs chose that moment to hatch.
Dragonets started moving towards her fellow candidates, creeling, as they looked for their perfect match. Turning as another egg cracked, Marti watched the split egg spill a green hatchling out onto the sands. She didn’t know where to look; it was all happening so fast. Watching two boys walking off the sands with a brown and a blue she noticed another green starting her search. Gazing back towards the retreating brown hatchling, she felt a tug on her gown. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the little green she’d watched hatch sitting on her haunches with her gown in her mouth.
My name is Nereoth and you are my mine! I’ve be looking for you Marti but you were way over here, can we eat now I am hungry and this doesn’t taste good. With a decisive snort the little green spat the offending cloth, blinking she cock her head to gaze up at her chosen. Shifting to crouch next to the little green a sudden sob hitched in her throat, before she found herself giggling with the overload of emotions. Leaning in close, Marti gently rubbed her cheek against Nereoth’s soft green hide. She could feel the love flow between them, could hear Nereoths hearts beating, feeling the rumble as her stomach protested its need for food. This feels good mine, but can we eat now I’m very hungry? Smiling as she rose, Marti quickly wiped her face with the back of her arm, as she led Nereoth to the feeding tables, keeping a loving hand trailing over the little greens head, basking in the love that radiated off Nereoth.
While Marti knew the life of a dragon rider would be full of hard work and long days, her first few months of weyrling training went by in a blur of oil and chopping. Knowing they were soon to enter a pass of the Red Star, Marti took her training serious. Paying close attention in class, watching and listening over meals as the older riders debated over which wing formations were best while comparing wing strengths and weaknesses. The chance that she could lose her beloved Nereoth due to carless flying or poor visuals betweening wasn’t an option. Toward the completion of their training they were assigned to shadow the veteran seachriders learning proper etiquette when dealing with the holders when they rode on search. While she has much to learn, Nereoth shows great promise in spotting likely candidates.
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Dragon Info:
Name: Nereoth
Age: 5
Color: Green
Appearance: On the larger size for a green, her olive toned hide is a completely uniformed color to which she will tell you are perfect. While her size runs toward the top of the scale for her color she still retains the speed and agility for which her color is known for.
Personality: If she can find a sunny spot for the day, that’s the place for her. She’s a gossip lover, and loves nothing more than to find a nice sunny spot and sleep or gossip. She’s been warned by Marti not to talk about her, but she forgets, much to Marti embarrassment. She doesn’t understand what the big fuss is; she just can’t seem to help it. She is a flirt and will stop to flirt even if her Marti or the particular dragon’s rider is there or not. Before a mating flight, her demeanor will completely change from, loving, cheerful caring, too, moody, cranky, stand-offish, and as such Marti will do her best to keep out of sight till the flight, for fear she will do or say something she might regret.
History: Upon breaking shell, I knew I would need a strong rider, who would complement me, while the boys were busy fussing over my brothers there was one that kept watching/looking for me. I can feel her. She is strong and independent and is beautiful to look at, just like me. She is perfect, just like me. Her name is Marti and she is my rider.
Clutch: Gold Adeloth's 9th by Bronze Deluth
Hatching: Order: 2nd
Wing: Triveni wingrider
Recruited by: me/myself/and I
Character Info:
Name: Marti
Age: 20 Turns (1036)
Gender: Female
Rank: Wing rider, Search rider in training
Family: Mother: Torally: 40 Turns Trader
Father Morte: 42 Turns. Caravan leader
Sister: Teetiay, 13 Turns trader brat
Brother: Mirite 8 Turns trader brat
Appearance: When first meeting Marti you notice the openness to her face, deep brown eyes under dark lashes that will sparkle when telling a joke, or turn black when she is angered. Standing at 5’6 130 pounds, toned psychics, she takes pride in her appearance, and work ethic. Working alongside her family and the rest of the traders has taught her from an early age to pull her own weight. With the threat of a new pass looming, she keeps herself fighting fit, still utilizing the fitness and mental teachings from the weyrling master. With brown hair that just brushes over her shoulders she lets her bangs to fall just below her ears, just enough to tuck up off her face.
While she does enjoy dressing up, she usually can be found dressed in boots, trouser and one of the heavy knitted sweaters preferred for the cooler temperature to Telgar Weyr. Having parents for traders helped her keep abreast of the current style, and any current news from the holds.
Personality: Raised with a strong work ethic, Marti knows how to get a job done with little or no supervision needed. She has a sharp tongue for those who shriek their duties or wing mates who do “just enough”. Marti has found herself pulling watch duty for making her point known whether against a drudge or a ranker.
She has a loyalty that knows no bounds to her wing mates, friends, and her Weyr. She loves a good joke, is first in line for a bubbly pie, and will never pass up the chance to place a bet on a hatching. While she’s not sure how she feels about the upcoming pass, she knows that she will give everything she has to protect the members of her wing, her beloved Nereoth, and the people of Pern. Marti is sharper then she puts off. She has no problem with letting you know if in the wrong, or if she feels that your comments are insulting, or ridicules, or flat out foolish. Standing up for others who might not do so is also something she has found herself doing as of late.
She finds the opines of those holders, crafters or Lord Holders who disparage the Weyr, unacceptable and finds it harder to keep her political views to herself. Taught from an early age to honor the dragons and riders who sacrifice so much Marti feels that more respect should be given to the dragonriders. When riding search she uses the skills she learned as a youngster on bartering and trading, to keep her attitude in check. Always showering praise and respect to those holders she meets. She knows that while she might need to bite her tongue, her ultimate goal is to get what she wants.
Skills: Knows how to use throwing knifes. Always has her belt knife, but keeps the weighted throwing knives tucked into her boots.
Pets: None
History: Born to a young couple who as traders, traveled with a caravan to holds thorough the Northern Continent? The traveler’s life was difficult, and full of hard work, but moving from hold to hold delivering supplies was exciting. At a young age Marti knew how to ride, barter and help with any task set before her. While her parents were stern, she’d always felt loved. In her 12th turn her brother Mrite was born. When it became apparent Torally’s labor had started they received permission from the holder to stay on an extra day or two to give Torally and the new babe time to rest before moving on. While her mother slept Marti and Teetiay made busy, unloading supplies for the holder, when they caught sight of the dragons in the sky. As they landed, she listened with awe, as they announced they were riding Search for Telgar Weyr. Requesting all the youngsters of appropriate turns needed to present themselves and please step forward. As his words rang out, she almost ran. Turning to her father she looked for his guidance.
"Go Marti you must present yourself to the dragons".
Lining up with the rest of the teens, she found that she was being looked over by a rather beautiful blue dragon. Suddenly finding the rider in front of her, "you girl what’s your name"?
"It’s Marti sir".
"Well Marti you’ve be found acceptable to the Weyr, go pack your bag".
Turning to respond to the Greenrider beside him, Marti quickly wove through the crowd, feeling a sudden burst of exultation at the thought of being bonded to a dragon. Breaking into a jog towards her father, wide eyed, grinning she looked to see his reaction. Holding out his arms to embrace her, he smiled. "Go, pack, tell you mother, you do us proud, you hear"! Running towards the wagons, she hoped her mother wouldn’t be to upset. She couldn’t believe she’d been Searched.
Living in the Weyr was a shock, after living the life of a trader, she found the Weyr, with its many dragons, and weyrfolk overwhelming. She found the daily list of chores and classes a comforting distraction. Doing any chore set to her without complaint she found herself lying in bed at night trying to understand the attitude and reasoning of some of the Weyrfolk and riders. Why didn’t some people like women riders? Why do some Lord Holders short tithes when they were duty bound to supply them to the Weyr? Too shy to ask, she just didn’t care, she was too excited and proud to have been found worthy.
Nereoths hatching day was one of wonder and excitement, with a deep breath, and her father’s words still ringing in her ears, she knew that all she could do was hope. Standing near the other candidates she glanced at the other hopeful girls, wondering who would be the lucky ones today, would she? As the humming grew louder she moved to look, watching as two eggs chose that moment to hatch.
Dragonets started moving towards her fellow candidates, creeling, as they looked for their perfect match. Turning as another egg cracked, Marti watched the split egg spill a green hatchling out onto the sands. She didn’t know where to look; it was all happening so fast. Watching two boys walking off the sands with a brown and a blue she noticed another green starting her search. Gazing back towards the retreating brown hatchling, she felt a tug on her gown. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the little green she’d watched hatch sitting on her haunches with her gown in her mouth.
My name is Nereoth and you are my mine! I’ve be looking for you Marti but you were way over here, can we eat now I am hungry and this doesn’t taste good. With a decisive snort the little green spat the offending cloth, blinking she cock her head to gaze up at her chosen. Shifting to crouch next to the little green a sudden sob hitched in her throat, before she found herself giggling with the overload of emotions. Leaning in close, Marti gently rubbed her cheek against Nereoth’s soft green hide. She could feel the love flow between them, could hear Nereoths hearts beating, feeling the rumble as her stomach protested its need for food. This feels good mine, but can we eat now I’m very hungry? Smiling as she rose, Marti quickly wiped her face with the back of her arm, as she led Nereoth to the feeding tables, keeping a loving hand trailing over the little greens head, basking in the love that radiated off Nereoth.
While Marti knew the life of a dragon rider would be full of hard work and long days, her first few months of weyrling training went by in a blur of oil and chopping. Knowing they were soon to enter a pass of the Red Star, Marti took her training serious. Paying close attention in class, watching and listening over meals as the older riders debated over which wing formations were best while comparing wing strengths and weaknesses. The chance that she could lose her beloved Nereoth due to carless flying or poor visuals betweening wasn’t an option. Toward the completion of their training they were assigned to shadow the veteran seachriders learning proper etiquette when dealing with the holders when they rode on search. While she has much to learn, Nereoth shows great promise in spotting likely candidates.
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Dragon Info:
Name: Nereoth
Age: 5
Color: Green
Appearance: On the larger size for a green, her olive toned hide is a completely uniformed color to which she will tell you are perfect. While her size runs toward the top of the scale for her color she still retains the speed and agility for which her color is known for.
Personality: If she can find a sunny spot for the day, that’s the place for her. She’s a gossip lover, and loves nothing more than to find a nice sunny spot and sleep or gossip. She’s been warned by Marti not to talk about her, but she forgets, much to Marti embarrassment. She doesn’t understand what the big fuss is; she just can’t seem to help it. She is a flirt and will stop to flirt even if her Marti or the particular dragon’s rider is there or not. Before a mating flight, her demeanor will completely change from, loving, cheerful caring, too, moody, cranky, stand-offish, and as such Marti will do her best to keep out of sight till the flight, for fear she will do or say something she might regret.
History: Upon breaking shell, I knew I would need a strong rider, who would complement me, while the boys were busy fussing over my brothers there was one that kept watching/looking for me. I can feel her. She is strong and independent and is beautiful to look at, just like me. She is perfect, just like me. Her name is Marti and she is my rider.
Clutch: Gold Adeloth's 9th by Bronze Deluth
Hatching: Order: 2nd
Wing: Triveni wingrider
She sounds like fun. If you could just add a little snipet about Weyrling Traning and then Graduating/ Joining a real Wing.