Post by Wit on Jul 10, 2010 12:20:47 GMT -8
Name: Peradan
Age: Twenty Turns [Mid winter]
Gender and sexuality: Female, heterosexual
Family: Mastervintner Banor, Journeywoman Paneda, Journeyman Benod
Weyrmate: N/A
Wing: Sunstone
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Appearance: The first thing people inevitably notice about Peradan is her smile. It is not a spectacular one, but stands out for being gap toothed- the slightest difference between her two front teeth makes all the difference in the world. It’s a comfortable smile that shows fairly often, and doesn’t seem capable of anything other than guile and good humor. The gap is treasured- Peradan would not have it changed for the world, even if the Pernese were capable of such dentistry. And don’t you dare make fun of her for it.
The lips that surround those teeth are heart shaped and feminine, though her mouth is a little too wide to be immediately appealing to most people. When she smiles, they get rather thin and seem to vanish in the wake of her teeth. Those same lips are slightly dark in hue, making Peradan look as if she’s wearing some lip stain even when she isn’t.
The rest of her face is far from extraordinary. Her features are even and her cheek bones fairly distinct, but they are so uniform as to make her rather boring. It's the mouth that dominates, distracting even from her green eyes. Then again, it isn't a spectacular green- rather subdued, though framed by dark lashes and thin, dark brows. Her eyes could even be said to be slightly on the small side, though that's more illusion caused by smiles in good humor crinkling them up and furrowing her brow.
In coloration, she is as many Pernese- dark haired with tanned skin, though it appears pale in contrast to her chocolate hair, nearly black during the colder months, and lightened only by the most persistent sunshine. Peradan keeps her hair midlength, just brushing the tops of her breasts, often left loose when relaxing, but always tied back when working. It has large, natural waves, getting frizzier depending on the weather. Short hair would not suit her- or so she says. It is surely one of her great vanities, as it is for many women. She favors deep burgundy for her hair ties, and for her clothing- a reflection of her craft, perhaps. It doesn't hurt that it seems to look good on her.
Peradan stands around five feet, five inches- average for a woman, and unremarkable. She is neither tall nor short- she is merely there. In a line up she would be in the middle, wedged between those tall and those short. Her body size is fairly average as well- there is definition between her waist and her hips, but her body type would best be described as athletic, with muscling visible in her arms and legs. Her breasts are mid sized, perhaps slightly more than a handful, if you have small hands. If she does not at least spend some time working out, or if she spends some time eating more than she should, Peradan gains weight easily, and it shows on her behind and hanging awkwardly on her hips. She does not take the extra weight well, but she also looks less than appealing if she loses weight. It's a delicate balance.
All in all, Peradan reflects a pretty picture, but one that would cause the viewer to glance twice, unless they see her smile. She's learned to stand out in other ways, simply because at this point she knows that blossoming into a stunning creature will not happen. Ah, isn't life hard?
Personality: "Everyone chill out. I got this."
Capable. That's the best way to describe Peradan. She takes responsibility for things whether or not it's actually needed, and has a tendency to butt her head into places she doesn't exactly belong, announcing that everyone should just leave, because she's 'got this'. Yes, she is a capable woman and she can handle things... but you don't always need her either. Still, if you ever need Peradan's help, she's more than happy to step in and offer assistance and just about taking over things. It's hard not to feel tempted to either- Peradan is just one of those people who seems effortlessly cool, without any clear intention of what she's doing, and without being good looking. Hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. That's what Peradan always says anyway.
Along the same line, she has a dominant personality without being an overtly overbearing person [most of the time]. She's just one of those people who you look to and expect to take over a situation, making it extremely awkward when she has no clue what to do. She is only a teenager, after all, and heavy responsibilities can make her chafe just like they do for any young woman, even one well trained in craft responsibilities. Given her oftentimes laid back attitude, it's strange, but there you go. People are strange, and Peradan tries not to get too worked up about things. It's not that they don't bother her- they do. It's just that she knows they won't get anything done by making a fuss out of it. You catch more flies with honey, even if it is more fun to catch them with vinegar.
Peradan is also a good humored girl...But again, there are exceptions to that. She takes her work dead seriously, and if you fuck it up, she will get angry at you. Sure, it's an anger overlaid with sweet words and concerned tones, but don't mistake her for being anything other than furious. Just because she's laying the honey out does not mean she's put away the vinegar. You don't goof off on the job while she's watching, and you don't take needless risks for trivial matters. Wine can spoil too easily for people to be rash, and apprentices shoving each other and jostling the wooden storage containers can spoil a fine wine that's been fermenting for two Turns. Endless hours of work vanished in the air- poof! Just like that. Still, off the job Peradan is generally a fun person to be around, laughing at jokes and supplying her own, even if they're inevitably not the best. Humor seems to come secondarily to her, even if she's easily amused. It's like she still has to learn what exactly it is, and she frequently foils her attempts to do so by overanalyzing what makes a joke funny.
She's also an insatiably curious girl, going along with poking her nose into things that don't belong. There is nothing that is not interesting in daily life, and nothing that gets past her sharp eyes to become some personal mystery. Peradan is like the plucky girl detectives of yore- or plucky girl reporter, with sass to match. Don't you dare disrespect her, or you'll get that honey laced arsenic directed towards you.
In her personal life, Peradan is a bit spoiled, perhaps. Her father has done well in the field she's now in, and has made enough marks to keep his daughter in good clothes and good companionship. Consequently, she has a thirst for only the nicest of objects- jewelry, rich velvets, and, of course, fine wines. She's vain too, when not working. She can sacrifice her vanity for that, but only for that. When off the job, she dresses well, with clothes that fit what curves her body has, and that set off her good features. Her dalliances with men have been infrequent at best- Peradan needs a consistent partner that can stimulate her mentally and keep up with her physically, and her overly high standards have kept few from entering her heart [girl is picky].
Like many other Pernese, Peradan is intelligent, with especially sharp eyes for things out of place. She enjoys studying what scrolls are left from older times, especially as they would apply to her craft and things she likes. The histories are vaguely interesting to her, though she has little use for pouring over memos of how certain fabrics were made, or what tithes were like five hundred Turns ago. Even those famous women don't hold much interest to her. The future and the present is what is most relevant, and Peradan means to have her own names written done for something, anything. The end achievement doesn't really matter, as long as her name is written down for generations to come. It's an ambition without an end, a goal without any means of actually achieving it or knowing what path she should go down. But hey, Peradan is only twenty, after all.
History: Peradan's history is rather average. Her father and mother met when they were both Journeymen in the Vinter Hall, drawn together by a mutual love of wine and a desire to better the stock that was currently being produced. They rushed into marriage rather rapidly, but both kept at their Craft, even after giving birth to their first child, a son. Three Turns later, Peradan's father achieved his Mastery, while her mother gave birth to Peradan, the last of their children. They stopped at two, unwilling to let their careers slow down anymore for something as petty as a child.
The family lived in peace together for only two short Turns. They always had a somewhat uneasy dynamic, but they had been loving, so it came as somewhat of a shock when Peradan's mother left with another man, leaving the Vinter Hall before she could ever advance in rank, and leaving behind a five Turns old son and a daughter of but two Turns. She returned, however, every year, so Peradan managed to see her mother at least once, and eventually relations between her two parents cooled enough to where they could be civil towards one another.
Peradan's childhood was fairly mundane from there on out. She played well with the other children and went into her father's craft at twelve Turns. She didn't have much of a choice in the matter, but it was interesting work none the less, and she never did resent her parents for not allowing her the choice. Her brother was only a few Turns ahead of her, and he could help his younger sister when she faltered, though he did not often deign to do something as uncool as hanging out with a younger sibling. He had an image to maintain, after all.
At fifteen, Peradan's brother walked the tables and became a Journeyman, his posting taking him to cold Bitra. He was still close enough to his sister to send letters and visit in his limited free time, but it was rather lonely in her family without him. Her father was constantly busy, and Peradan scarcely less so herself. It still would have been nice to have him though.
Shortly after turning eighteen Turns old, it was Peradan's turn to walk around those long tables and receive her posting. Coming to the craft young had been in her favor- hence the relatively young age of her appointment. Shortly before being posted, a Searchdragon came to the nearby hold. Out of curiosity, Peradan attended, and to her surprise, she was Searched to Southern Weyr. The Hatching was a scant seven days later. She had not expected to Impress. Much to her surprise, gold Allonseth wobbled her way over to Peradan, and the bond was made. The subsequent two Turns have been difficult, knowing that she would soon be taking on Senior Weyrwoman at a very young age. Is she ready to make that jump? Will it fulfill her ambitions, or leave her wanting more?
Pets: N/A
Dragon/Wher name: Allonseth
Dragon/wher color: Gold
Dragon/wher appearance: Allonseth is a medium sized gold, ending up at around forty-two feet in length. Her build will always be somewhat rangy, even as an adult, lending her an air of juvenile gawkiness that won't ever fade. Her wings are slightly overlarge, making her adept at gliding for a long time, but not particularly fast or good at executing sharp turns. Her movements will always be slightly awkward and uncoordinated, looking as though she should fall any minute, but managing to catch herself at the last moment. To see her run is a moment of hilarity.
She has large, doe eyes always filled with an element of curiosity [as much as faceted eyes can express that], and head knobs that are slightly askew to each other.
Her hide is a dark gold tinted slightly with orange in color, stretching evenly over her body. What truly makes her stand apart from other Queens are the lighter marks, dotting her body like delicate stars, forming a coronet at her brow and a shield at her chest. They are light to the point where they are almost white, but retain the delicate metallic sheen present in all 'ranking' dragons. Simply put, she looks like a miniature galaxy, and it's hard to tear your eyes away even for a moment.
Dragon/wher personality: Allonseth is insatiably curious, always sticking her nose in places it doesn't belong. She has a great deal of intelligence but very little regard for what is and isn't proper for a little queen to ask, and her habit of listening in on conversations between the humans will get her in trouble more than once. She can't help it though- there's just so much to see and do and learn about! Cleanliness is not incredibly important to her, as long as she's gotten that mud while having an adventure, though she is really much prettier when clean.
She's also remarkably poor at sitting still. There is no rest and relaxation and lazing about for Allonseth. If she isn't doing something fun or exciting, she gets cagey and restless and difficult to deal with. She's a handful, even for her rider, and has little inclination to listen to even the senior Queen, though she will if she's yelled at enough. Some part of her body is always in movement, be it a twitch of her wings or a tail lashing back and forth like a feline.
For a gold, Allonseth has the mating tendencies of a green. She doesn't seem to want to settle down with one particular male. Why not sample them all out? It would take a special bronze to get her tied down in one place, and it's unlikely to ever happen. It's not like she doesn't care for how her rider feels- it's just that same curiosity. She may even consent to be caught by a brown once, to see what all the fuss is. When Allonseth has her eyes on a male, she doesn't like to share, and regards what is hers as hers with keen eyes.
Allonseth has a notoriously short temper, placing her firmly in the realm of the stereotypical gold. It's easy to anger her with a flippant phrase, and her anger is something to behold. It's a cold anger, rather than warm one, and one that manifests itself in clipped tones and assertions of her own superiority rather than angry yelling and posturing. While she does have an understanding of when something is young enough to make those mistakes, she seems to have little patience for younglings, even her own.
Age: Twenty Turns [Mid winter]
Gender and sexuality: Female, heterosexual
Family: Mastervintner Banor, Journeywoman Paneda, Journeyman Benod
Weyrmate: N/A
Wing: Sunstone
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Appearance: The first thing people inevitably notice about Peradan is her smile. It is not a spectacular one, but stands out for being gap toothed- the slightest difference between her two front teeth makes all the difference in the world. It’s a comfortable smile that shows fairly often, and doesn’t seem capable of anything other than guile and good humor. The gap is treasured- Peradan would not have it changed for the world, even if the Pernese were capable of such dentistry. And don’t you dare make fun of her for it.
The lips that surround those teeth are heart shaped and feminine, though her mouth is a little too wide to be immediately appealing to most people. When she smiles, they get rather thin and seem to vanish in the wake of her teeth. Those same lips are slightly dark in hue, making Peradan look as if she’s wearing some lip stain even when she isn’t.
The rest of her face is far from extraordinary. Her features are even and her cheek bones fairly distinct, but they are so uniform as to make her rather boring. It's the mouth that dominates, distracting even from her green eyes. Then again, it isn't a spectacular green- rather subdued, though framed by dark lashes and thin, dark brows. Her eyes could even be said to be slightly on the small side, though that's more illusion caused by smiles in good humor crinkling them up and furrowing her brow.
In coloration, she is as many Pernese- dark haired with tanned skin, though it appears pale in contrast to her chocolate hair, nearly black during the colder months, and lightened only by the most persistent sunshine. Peradan keeps her hair midlength, just brushing the tops of her breasts, often left loose when relaxing, but always tied back when working. It has large, natural waves, getting frizzier depending on the weather. Short hair would not suit her- or so she says. It is surely one of her great vanities, as it is for many women. She favors deep burgundy for her hair ties, and for her clothing- a reflection of her craft, perhaps. It doesn't hurt that it seems to look good on her.
Peradan stands around five feet, five inches- average for a woman, and unremarkable. She is neither tall nor short- she is merely there. In a line up she would be in the middle, wedged between those tall and those short. Her body size is fairly average as well- there is definition between her waist and her hips, but her body type would best be described as athletic, with muscling visible in her arms and legs. Her breasts are mid sized, perhaps slightly more than a handful, if you have small hands. If she does not at least spend some time working out, or if she spends some time eating more than she should, Peradan gains weight easily, and it shows on her behind and hanging awkwardly on her hips. She does not take the extra weight well, but she also looks less than appealing if she loses weight. It's a delicate balance.
All in all, Peradan reflects a pretty picture, but one that would cause the viewer to glance twice, unless they see her smile. She's learned to stand out in other ways, simply because at this point she knows that blossoming into a stunning creature will not happen. Ah, isn't life hard?
Personality: "Everyone chill out. I got this."
Capable. That's the best way to describe Peradan. She takes responsibility for things whether or not it's actually needed, and has a tendency to butt her head into places she doesn't exactly belong, announcing that everyone should just leave, because she's 'got this'. Yes, she is a capable woman and she can handle things... but you don't always need her either. Still, if you ever need Peradan's help, she's more than happy to step in and offer assistance and just about taking over things. It's hard not to feel tempted to either- Peradan is just one of those people who seems effortlessly cool, without any clear intention of what she's doing, and without being good looking. Hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. That's what Peradan always says anyway.
Along the same line, she has a dominant personality without being an overtly overbearing person [most of the time]. She's just one of those people who you look to and expect to take over a situation, making it extremely awkward when she has no clue what to do. She is only a teenager, after all, and heavy responsibilities can make her chafe just like they do for any young woman, even one well trained in craft responsibilities. Given her oftentimes laid back attitude, it's strange, but there you go. People are strange, and Peradan tries not to get too worked up about things. It's not that they don't bother her- they do. It's just that she knows they won't get anything done by making a fuss out of it. You catch more flies with honey, even if it is more fun to catch them with vinegar.
Peradan is also a good humored girl...But again, there are exceptions to that. She takes her work dead seriously, and if you fuck it up, she will get angry at you. Sure, it's an anger overlaid with sweet words and concerned tones, but don't mistake her for being anything other than furious. Just because she's laying the honey out does not mean she's put away the vinegar. You don't goof off on the job while she's watching, and you don't take needless risks for trivial matters. Wine can spoil too easily for people to be rash, and apprentices shoving each other and jostling the wooden storage containers can spoil a fine wine that's been fermenting for two Turns. Endless hours of work vanished in the air- poof! Just like that. Still, off the job Peradan is generally a fun person to be around, laughing at jokes and supplying her own, even if they're inevitably not the best. Humor seems to come secondarily to her, even if she's easily amused. It's like she still has to learn what exactly it is, and she frequently foils her attempts to do so by overanalyzing what makes a joke funny.
She's also an insatiably curious girl, going along with poking her nose into things that don't belong. There is nothing that is not interesting in daily life, and nothing that gets past her sharp eyes to become some personal mystery. Peradan is like the plucky girl detectives of yore- or plucky girl reporter, with sass to match. Don't you dare disrespect her, or you'll get that honey laced arsenic directed towards you.
In her personal life, Peradan is a bit spoiled, perhaps. Her father has done well in the field she's now in, and has made enough marks to keep his daughter in good clothes and good companionship. Consequently, she has a thirst for only the nicest of objects- jewelry, rich velvets, and, of course, fine wines. She's vain too, when not working. She can sacrifice her vanity for that, but only for that. When off the job, she dresses well, with clothes that fit what curves her body has, and that set off her good features. Her dalliances with men have been infrequent at best- Peradan needs a consistent partner that can stimulate her mentally and keep up with her physically, and her overly high standards have kept few from entering her heart [girl is picky].
Like many other Pernese, Peradan is intelligent, with especially sharp eyes for things out of place. She enjoys studying what scrolls are left from older times, especially as they would apply to her craft and things she likes. The histories are vaguely interesting to her, though she has little use for pouring over memos of how certain fabrics were made, or what tithes were like five hundred Turns ago. Even those famous women don't hold much interest to her. The future and the present is what is most relevant, and Peradan means to have her own names written done for something, anything. The end achievement doesn't really matter, as long as her name is written down for generations to come. It's an ambition without an end, a goal without any means of actually achieving it or knowing what path she should go down. But hey, Peradan is only twenty, after all.
History: Peradan's history is rather average. Her father and mother met when they were both Journeymen in the Vinter Hall, drawn together by a mutual love of wine and a desire to better the stock that was currently being produced. They rushed into marriage rather rapidly, but both kept at their Craft, even after giving birth to their first child, a son. Three Turns later, Peradan's father achieved his Mastery, while her mother gave birth to Peradan, the last of their children. They stopped at two, unwilling to let their careers slow down anymore for something as petty as a child.
The family lived in peace together for only two short Turns. They always had a somewhat uneasy dynamic, but they had been loving, so it came as somewhat of a shock when Peradan's mother left with another man, leaving the Vinter Hall before she could ever advance in rank, and leaving behind a five Turns old son and a daughter of but two Turns. She returned, however, every year, so Peradan managed to see her mother at least once, and eventually relations between her two parents cooled enough to where they could be civil towards one another.
Peradan's childhood was fairly mundane from there on out. She played well with the other children and went into her father's craft at twelve Turns. She didn't have much of a choice in the matter, but it was interesting work none the less, and she never did resent her parents for not allowing her the choice. Her brother was only a few Turns ahead of her, and he could help his younger sister when she faltered, though he did not often deign to do something as uncool as hanging out with a younger sibling. He had an image to maintain, after all.
At fifteen, Peradan's brother walked the tables and became a Journeyman, his posting taking him to cold Bitra. He was still close enough to his sister to send letters and visit in his limited free time, but it was rather lonely in her family without him. Her father was constantly busy, and Peradan scarcely less so herself. It still would have been nice to have him though.
Shortly after turning eighteen Turns old, it was Peradan's turn to walk around those long tables and receive her posting. Coming to the craft young had been in her favor- hence the relatively young age of her appointment. Shortly before being posted, a Searchdragon came to the nearby hold. Out of curiosity, Peradan attended, and to her surprise, she was Searched to Southern Weyr. The Hatching was a scant seven days later. She had not expected to Impress. Much to her surprise, gold Allonseth wobbled her way over to Peradan, and the bond was made. The subsequent two Turns have been difficult, knowing that she would soon be taking on Senior Weyrwoman at a very young age. Is she ready to make that jump? Will it fulfill her ambitions, or leave her wanting more?
Pets: N/A
Dragon/Wher name: Allonseth
Dragon/wher color: Gold
Dragon/wher appearance: Allonseth is a medium sized gold, ending up at around forty-two feet in length. Her build will always be somewhat rangy, even as an adult, lending her an air of juvenile gawkiness that won't ever fade. Her wings are slightly overlarge, making her adept at gliding for a long time, but not particularly fast or good at executing sharp turns. Her movements will always be slightly awkward and uncoordinated, looking as though she should fall any minute, but managing to catch herself at the last moment. To see her run is a moment of hilarity.
She has large, doe eyes always filled with an element of curiosity [as much as faceted eyes can express that], and head knobs that are slightly askew to each other.
Her hide is a dark gold tinted slightly with orange in color, stretching evenly over her body. What truly makes her stand apart from other Queens are the lighter marks, dotting her body like delicate stars, forming a coronet at her brow and a shield at her chest. They are light to the point where they are almost white, but retain the delicate metallic sheen present in all 'ranking' dragons. Simply put, she looks like a miniature galaxy, and it's hard to tear your eyes away even for a moment.
Dragon/wher personality: Allonseth is insatiably curious, always sticking her nose in places it doesn't belong. She has a great deal of intelligence but very little regard for what is and isn't proper for a little queen to ask, and her habit of listening in on conversations between the humans will get her in trouble more than once. She can't help it though- there's just so much to see and do and learn about! Cleanliness is not incredibly important to her, as long as she's gotten that mud while having an adventure, though she is really much prettier when clean.
She's also remarkably poor at sitting still. There is no rest and relaxation and lazing about for Allonseth. If she isn't doing something fun or exciting, she gets cagey and restless and difficult to deal with. She's a handful, even for her rider, and has little inclination to listen to even the senior Queen, though she will if she's yelled at enough. Some part of her body is always in movement, be it a twitch of her wings or a tail lashing back and forth like a feline.
For a gold, Allonseth has the mating tendencies of a green. She doesn't seem to want to settle down with one particular male. Why not sample them all out? It would take a special bronze to get her tied down in one place, and it's unlikely to ever happen. It's not like she doesn't care for how her rider feels- it's just that same curiosity. She may even consent to be caught by a brown once, to see what all the fuss is. When Allonseth has her eyes on a male, she doesn't like to share, and regards what is hers as hers with keen eyes.
Allonseth has a notoriously short temper, placing her firmly in the realm of the stereotypical gold. It's easy to anger her with a flippant phrase, and her anger is something to behold. It's a cold anger, rather than warm one, and one that manifests itself in clipped tones and assertions of her own superiority rather than angry yelling and posturing. While she does have an understanding of when something is young enough to make those mistakes, she seems to have little patience for younglings, even her own.