Post by Song on Dec 27, 2011 0:37:39 GMT -8
Name: Yara Norae
Pronunciation: YAR-uh nor-EH
Gender: Female
Age: 27 turns
Turnday: 3046.03.09
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr, formerly High Reaches Weyr
Rank: Citrinerider
Family:
Mother - Leri (58 turns)
Father - Tolmin (63 turns)
Siblings - Faline (31 turns); Mylano (30 turns); Lanomy (30 turns); Pantae (26 turns); Oleisa (25 turns); Dallin (23 turns)
Numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins
Weyrmate: n/a
Friends: n/a
Pets: n/a
Appearance: Yara is no great beauty; "cute," instead, might be a better word for it, with her omnipresent grin and soft features. Her brown eyes are large, and seem especially so when compared with her slight mouth and small but pointed nose. Her swarthy face is oval-shaped, but often looks more rounded with her blunt cropped hairstyle, something that is only emphasized even more with her round, full cheeks that have been less full as of late. All of this often gives her a sweet, childlike look.
After impressing Poyianth, Yara cut off most of her long, dark hair to make riding easier; instead, it now only hangs down to her chin. Perfectly straight and dark brown in color, it's mostly too short to be tied back, though she sometimes manages when it grows out too much. It is, in other words, a styling nightmare, but fashion isn't one of Yara's greater interests.
Despite having youthful-looking facial features, Yara's body makes her true age immediately obvious. Slightly taller than the average woman at 5'6", Yara has broad shoulders from her father and a well-muscled body from years with Poyianth and her wing.
Recently, though, Yara has lost quite a bit of weight and her muscles have begun to fade from her illnesses, which have kept her from strenuous activity or even bed-bound at various points during the last two turns. Although she is recovering, she is still not back to her old self as of yet, and it shows.
Personality: Happy, excitable, optimistic, and slightly impulsive; the most defining characteristic of Yara, except for Poyianth, is her smile, and all of these provide her smile. Yara is almost incurably cheerful, constantly laughing and making light of everything. She finds something to be happy about in anything, and she always looks at the world in a good light. This optimism extends to people and animals as well. Yara is incredibly chatty and friendly, and can strike up a conversation with almost any half-willing passerby. She flatters shamelessly and flirts constantly.
Yara never takes anything seriously, the good or the bad; instead, it all seems to be half a joke if it's good, or no real problem if it's bad. She's next to impossible to insult or mock satisfyingly, because she just takes it all in stride and can respond with a quick smile. Although good on occasion, this can make it hard for her to take orders efficiently--though she has been better at this as of late--and when serious matters that require her attention do arise, she rarely gives them any notice.
When you don't take anything seriously, it's also easy to drop things on a notice. She won't commit to anything. She can be flighty and unpredictable and absentminded, and will, frustratingly, just laugh it off if it ever becomes a problem. Although her bright and sunny outlook on life can be infectious, sometimes someone just needs to step and take control, and Yara is just not capable of doing this.
History: Yara was born in 3046 to Tolmin, a miner, and Leri, his wife. The two lived at Nabol Hold, just one of the many young families that lived and derived their livelihood from the coal mines nearby. Despite his dangerous job that often brought him home late at night fatigued and covered in black dust, Tolmin loved his wife dearly, and she him.
Both came from large families, and together, they made one of their own: four girls, Faline, Yara, Pantae, and Oleisa; and three boys, the twins Mylano and Lanomy, and Dallin. Of the seven children, Yara was the fourth, making her the middle child, and constant second-fiddle to her other siblings. As far as Yara was concerned, you could either be bitter about this or make the best out of it, and Yara chose to make the latter. As a child, it was constantly noted that "Tolmin and Leri's girl--no, the older one--no, not the pretty one--yes, her" always had a smile on her face, no matter what the situation was. In fact, her eternal cheeriness and seeming obliviousness to the seriousness of any situation worried some of the women in the hold, who wondered for a while if she was touched in the head.
She wasn't, as it was soon discovered; young Yara just approached every situation with a disgusting amount of cheer. A happy outlook was far from the worst thing that one could be distinguished for, but in Yara's case, it ended up being one of the only things. She did well at her lessons, but not exceptionally, and her wandering attention annoyed the harper. She couldn't sing, or play. Blood made her ill. She wasn't as pretty as her sister Faline. She lacked a green thumb, was an awful cook, couldn't draw, and, when sewing, always had crooked stitches. Perhaps most importantly in Nabol, although she was a robust child, she did not look she would ever approach the size or strength necessary to help out her father, brothers, uncles, and cousins in the mines, not that women often did that.
So, starting at age five or six, after her lessons ended, the only task that Yara had to do was to carry lunch to the workers down in the mine. This task, along with her eternal excitement and cheeriness, earned her quite a bit of affection from the workers, who quickly came to nickname her "Lunchy." This nickname stuck, even being affectionately adopted by her immediate family, until she went to High Reaches Weyr; even then, it still has use when visiting her family, and Poyianth, after hearing it, has adopted it on occasion when feeling very devoted.
Beyond nicknames, "Lunchy" gained enough favor with the miners to be allowed to wander around the tunnels on occasion, so long as she never strayed too far from the entrance, did not go down old tunnels that were likely to collapse, and did not get in the workers' ways. Much of her childhood was spent exploring those mines, and, as she grew, showing them to other people. She and her friends pretended to be dragons and Thread in one (Yara always got be a dragon because she could roar the loudest), in another she stole her first kiss (the boy promptly ran away, disgusted that, EWW, a girl had touched him and gotten her girliness all over him--her second kiss, several years later, with a different boy, went much better). She was not, however, in the tunnels the day that the riders came on search from High Reaches Weyr; no one was--they were all outside, watching the dragons in awe.
Yara thought that the dragons would be the most amazing thing she would ever see, a memory to treasure always, but that day went beyond that; at age 14, she and her sister Faline, then 17, were searched to stand at the next Hatching. Both agreed.
Yara, with her normal sunniness, adapted quickly to Weyr life, but Faline missed her beau back at home. It was with some reluctance that the older girl stood at the hatching, and soon decided to return home to Nabol after she failed to impress. Yara, however, was not in the same situation; she had impressed a small Citrine that had hatched near the end of the event, and only chose her after a long deliberation. Again unlike Faline, she had no reason to be homesick or regretful, now that she had her Poyianth.
Poyianth soon distinguished herself as a rather fast dragonet, even if she and Yara were not the most obedient students. Although as different as day and night, the two were perfectly suited, and they grew incredibly close. The two were also, despite being somewhat silly, good workers and a devoted part of their wing, always willing to go the extra mile and lend a helping hand, and eternally friendly the several times that they were stationed as watchdragons or sent to deliver messages.
This was mostly true of their fairly uneventful pairing until their eleventh year together, when, stationed at a minor Nabolese mining hold as watchdragons, Yara developed a cough that was exacerbated by years of breathing coal dust as she played in the mines and agitated by her posting at this mining hold, which soon turned into full-fledged pneumonia. Afraid to return between and worsen the illness, Yara and Poyianth were stuck at the mining hold for several weeks while she recuperated. Although she did recover and return to High Reaches Weyr, she had a cough that persisted through that winter, well into the spring, only to come back in full force with the autumn snows. The healer at the weyr put her on a between ban, virtually grounding the pair and making them miserable, in order to keep Yara from getting sick again. This failed to work, however, as a sickness going around the weyr in the late spring turned into another sickness in the lungs for Yara. This time, the illness took even longer than before to recover from, though it was not as bad as it could have been. She spent the summer recovering her strength and rejoining her wing on some assignments, but as the season came to an end and Yara was faced with another cold northern winter and the exacerbation of her cough once again, she decided to take another option. With the support of the weyr healer, Yara put in a transfer application to Rainbow Mists Weyr in the Southern Continent, in search of a warmer climate in a place where she and Poyianth could be kept occupied and useful, instead of in bed half the winter. Although sad to go so far from her family, she soon got excited over the new opportunities that this venture could provide, and Poyianth eventually came to agree.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Poyianth (Poy)
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 13 turns
Dragon's Color: Citrine
Dragon's Appearance: Poyianth is fairly small, even for a Citrine, measuring 16.5 feet in total. However, true to cliched form, what she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in speed. Perhaps due to her size, she has also always been on the slim side, with slender legs, neck, and tail. Color-wise, Poyianth is rather bright--nowhere near neon standards, but certainly enough to impress when she's in flight. Her hide is a bright, pretty golden-yellow color, not unlike certain bright tropical birds at times.
Dragon's Personality: Poyianth provides all the decorum and gravity that her rider lacks so grievously, but that doesn't mean that the pair has any actual sense between them. Poyianth knows when certain situations require a calm and level head, and also knows that there is no way Yara can fulfill this duty, so she does it for her rider. Unfortunately, as a dragon, Poyianth often doesn't know what works well and what doesn't. So while her rider flatters, Poyianth is insensitively frank and candid. When Yara is capricious, Poyianth remains unmovably level and grounded. And while Yara is outrageously happy, Poyianth lends an almost sternness to all of their proceedings, even when inappropriate.
But while Yara may seem airheaded, Poyianth most definitely is. She may be calm enough during a crisis, but five minutes after it's happened, she'll forget that something had ever happened for her to be calm about. Like many dragons, she doesn't always understand how the world of humans works, and sometimes has a childlike outlook on many things. Her severity is lent an almost comical aspect by all of this, more often than not making her seem like an offended child in a room full of amused adults. Treat her like a child, though, and her temper flares.
Poyianth, however, is never intentionally malicious or mean--what she does is for your and Yara's own good, in her eyes; at times, she can be almost kindly, when she finally begins to read the room and realize that that's what's needed, and she will never abide by intentional cruelty.
Dragon's History: Poyianth hatched in 3060 at High Reaches Weyr. Although one of the last eggs to hatch, she still deliberated on the sands for a while before choosing Yara, treating the matter as solemnly as she would come to treat everything in her life. The pairing proved to be a successful one however, with both of them passing Weyrling training without injury or event and, on some occasions, even praise--although her size prevented her from some of the feats her larger and stronger brethren were capable of, her speed was enough to draw positive attention on occasion. After becoming fully-grown, Poyianth was often used for messenger duty, and was stationed with Yara as the watchdragon for a fair-sized minor Nabolese hold at several points, though she was often glad to rejoin her wing back at High Reaches. Yara's fickle health worried her excessively, though, and much of her time during the past two turns has been spent worrying about her rider's sickness or the possible return of one. As a result, when the possibility of a transfer south appeared as a possible solution to Yara's health, she was only too glad to agree. She now looks forward to her time at Rainbow Mists Weyr, with some concerns, so long as it helps her Yara.
Pronunciation: YAR-uh nor-EH
Gender: Female
Age: 27 turns
Turnday: 3046.03.09
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr, formerly High Reaches Weyr
Rank: Citrinerider
Family:
Mother - Leri (58 turns)
Father - Tolmin (63 turns)
Siblings - Faline (31 turns); Mylano (30 turns); Lanomy (30 turns); Pantae (26 turns); Oleisa (25 turns); Dallin (23 turns)
Numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins
Weyrmate: n/a
Friends: n/a
Pets: n/a
Appearance: Yara is no great beauty; "cute," instead, might be a better word for it, with her omnipresent grin and soft features. Her brown eyes are large, and seem especially so when compared with her slight mouth and small but pointed nose. Her swarthy face is oval-shaped, but often looks more rounded with her blunt cropped hairstyle, something that is only emphasized even more with her round, full cheeks that have been less full as of late. All of this often gives her a sweet, childlike look.
After impressing Poyianth, Yara cut off most of her long, dark hair to make riding easier; instead, it now only hangs down to her chin. Perfectly straight and dark brown in color, it's mostly too short to be tied back, though she sometimes manages when it grows out too much. It is, in other words, a styling nightmare, but fashion isn't one of Yara's greater interests.
Despite having youthful-looking facial features, Yara's body makes her true age immediately obvious. Slightly taller than the average woman at 5'6", Yara has broad shoulders from her father and a well-muscled body from years with Poyianth and her wing.
Recently, though, Yara has lost quite a bit of weight and her muscles have begun to fade from her illnesses, which have kept her from strenuous activity or even bed-bound at various points during the last two turns. Although she is recovering, she is still not back to her old self as of yet, and it shows.
Personality: Happy, excitable, optimistic, and slightly impulsive; the most defining characteristic of Yara, except for Poyianth, is her smile, and all of these provide her smile. Yara is almost incurably cheerful, constantly laughing and making light of everything. She finds something to be happy about in anything, and she always looks at the world in a good light. This optimism extends to people and animals as well. Yara is incredibly chatty and friendly, and can strike up a conversation with almost any half-willing passerby. She flatters shamelessly and flirts constantly.
Yara never takes anything seriously, the good or the bad; instead, it all seems to be half a joke if it's good, or no real problem if it's bad. She's next to impossible to insult or mock satisfyingly, because she just takes it all in stride and can respond with a quick smile. Although good on occasion, this can make it hard for her to take orders efficiently--though she has been better at this as of late--and when serious matters that require her attention do arise, she rarely gives them any notice.
When you don't take anything seriously, it's also easy to drop things on a notice. She won't commit to anything. She can be flighty and unpredictable and absentminded, and will, frustratingly, just laugh it off if it ever becomes a problem. Although her bright and sunny outlook on life can be infectious, sometimes someone just needs to step and take control, and Yara is just not capable of doing this.
History: Yara was born in 3046 to Tolmin, a miner, and Leri, his wife. The two lived at Nabol Hold, just one of the many young families that lived and derived their livelihood from the coal mines nearby. Despite his dangerous job that often brought him home late at night fatigued and covered in black dust, Tolmin loved his wife dearly, and she him.
Both came from large families, and together, they made one of their own: four girls, Faline, Yara, Pantae, and Oleisa; and three boys, the twins Mylano and Lanomy, and Dallin. Of the seven children, Yara was the fourth, making her the middle child, and constant second-fiddle to her other siblings. As far as Yara was concerned, you could either be bitter about this or make the best out of it, and Yara chose to make the latter. As a child, it was constantly noted that "Tolmin and Leri's girl--no, the older one--no, not the pretty one--yes, her" always had a smile on her face, no matter what the situation was. In fact, her eternal cheeriness and seeming obliviousness to the seriousness of any situation worried some of the women in the hold, who wondered for a while if she was touched in the head.
She wasn't, as it was soon discovered; young Yara just approached every situation with a disgusting amount of cheer. A happy outlook was far from the worst thing that one could be distinguished for, but in Yara's case, it ended up being one of the only things. She did well at her lessons, but not exceptionally, and her wandering attention annoyed the harper. She couldn't sing, or play. Blood made her ill. She wasn't as pretty as her sister Faline. She lacked a green thumb, was an awful cook, couldn't draw, and, when sewing, always had crooked stitches. Perhaps most importantly in Nabol, although she was a robust child, she did not look she would ever approach the size or strength necessary to help out her father, brothers, uncles, and cousins in the mines, not that women often did that.
So, starting at age five or six, after her lessons ended, the only task that Yara had to do was to carry lunch to the workers down in the mine. This task, along with her eternal excitement and cheeriness, earned her quite a bit of affection from the workers, who quickly came to nickname her "Lunchy." This nickname stuck, even being affectionately adopted by her immediate family, until she went to High Reaches Weyr; even then, it still has use when visiting her family, and Poyianth, after hearing it, has adopted it on occasion when feeling very devoted.
Beyond nicknames, "Lunchy" gained enough favor with the miners to be allowed to wander around the tunnels on occasion, so long as she never strayed too far from the entrance, did not go down old tunnels that were likely to collapse, and did not get in the workers' ways. Much of her childhood was spent exploring those mines, and, as she grew, showing them to other people. She and her friends pretended to be dragons and Thread in one (Yara always got be a dragon because she could roar the loudest), in another she stole her first kiss (the boy promptly ran away, disgusted that, EWW, a girl had touched him and gotten her girliness all over him--her second kiss, several years later, with a different boy, went much better). She was not, however, in the tunnels the day that the riders came on search from High Reaches Weyr; no one was--they were all outside, watching the dragons in awe.
Yara thought that the dragons would be the most amazing thing she would ever see, a memory to treasure always, but that day went beyond that; at age 14, she and her sister Faline, then 17, were searched to stand at the next Hatching. Both agreed.
Yara, with her normal sunniness, adapted quickly to Weyr life, but Faline missed her beau back at home. It was with some reluctance that the older girl stood at the hatching, and soon decided to return home to Nabol after she failed to impress. Yara, however, was not in the same situation; she had impressed a small Citrine that had hatched near the end of the event, and only chose her after a long deliberation. Again unlike Faline, she had no reason to be homesick or regretful, now that she had her Poyianth.
Poyianth soon distinguished herself as a rather fast dragonet, even if she and Yara were not the most obedient students. Although as different as day and night, the two were perfectly suited, and they grew incredibly close. The two were also, despite being somewhat silly, good workers and a devoted part of their wing, always willing to go the extra mile and lend a helping hand, and eternally friendly the several times that they were stationed as watchdragons or sent to deliver messages.
This was mostly true of their fairly uneventful pairing until their eleventh year together, when, stationed at a minor Nabolese mining hold as watchdragons, Yara developed a cough that was exacerbated by years of breathing coal dust as she played in the mines and agitated by her posting at this mining hold, which soon turned into full-fledged pneumonia. Afraid to return between and worsen the illness, Yara and Poyianth were stuck at the mining hold for several weeks while she recuperated. Although she did recover and return to High Reaches Weyr, she had a cough that persisted through that winter, well into the spring, only to come back in full force with the autumn snows. The healer at the weyr put her on a between ban, virtually grounding the pair and making them miserable, in order to keep Yara from getting sick again. This failed to work, however, as a sickness going around the weyr in the late spring turned into another sickness in the lungs for Yara. This time, the illness took even longer than before to recover from, though it was not as bad as it could have been. She spent the summer recovering her strength and rejoining her wing on some assignments, but as the season came to an end and Yara was faced with another cold northern winter and the exacerbation of her cough once again, she decided to take another option. With the support of the weyr healer, Yara put in a transfer application to Rainbow Mists Weyr in the Southern Continent, in search of a warmer climate in a place where she and Poyianth could be kept occupied and useful, instead of in bed half the winter. Although sad to go so far from her family, she soon got excited over the new opportunities that this venture could provide, and Poyianth eventually came to agree.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Poyianth (Poy)
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 13 turns
Dragon's Color: Citrine
Dragon's Appearance: Poyianth is fairly small, even for a Citrine, measuring 16.5 feet in total. However, true to cliched form, what she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in speed. Perhaps due to her size, she has also always been on the slim side, with slender legs, neck, and tail. Color-wise, Poyianth is rather bright--nowhere near neon standards, but certainly enough to impress when she's in flight. Her hide is a bright, pretty golden-yellow color, not unlike certain bright tropical birds at times.
Dragon's Personality: Poyianth provides all the decorum and gravity that her rider lacks so grievously, but that doesn't mean that the pair has any actual sense between them. Poyianth knows when certain situations require a calm and level head, and also knows that there is no way Yara can fulfill this duty, so she does it for her rider. Unfortunately, as a dragon, Poyianth often doesn't know what works well and what doesn't. So while her rider flatters, Poyianth is insensitively frank and candid. When Yara is capricious, Poyianth remains unmovably level and grounded. And while Yara is outrageously happy, Poyianth lends an almost sternness to all of their proceedings, even when inappropriate.
But while Yara may seem airheaded, Poyianth most definitely is. She may be calm enough during a crisis, but five minutes after it's happened, she'll forget that something had ever happened for her to be calm about. Like many dragons, she doesn't always understand how the world of humans works, and sometimes has a childlike outlook on many things. Her severity is lent an almost comical aspect by all of this, more often than not making her seem like an offended child in a room full of amused adults. Treat her like a child, though, and her temper flares.
Poyianth, however, is never intentionally malicious or mean--what she does is for your and Yara's own good, in her eyes; at times, she can be almost kindly, when she finally begins to read the room and realize that that's what's needed, and she will never abide by intentional cruelty.
Dragon's History: Poyianth hatched in 3060 at High Reaches Weyr. Although one of the last eggs to hatch, she still deliberated on the sands for a while before choosing Yara, treating the matter as solemnly as she would come to treat everything in her life. The pairing proved to be a successful one however, with both of them passing Weyrling training without injury or event and, on some occasions, even praise--although her size prevented her from some of the feats her larger and stronger brethren were capable of, her speed was enough to draw positive attention on occasion. After becoming fully-grown, Poyianth was often used for messenger duty, and was stationed with Yara as the watchdragon for a fair-sized minor Nabolese hold at several points, though she was often glad to rejoin her wing back at High Reaches. Yara's fickle health worried her excessively, though, and much of her time during the past two turns has been spent worrying about her rider's sickness or the possible return of one. As a result, when the possibility of a transfer south appeared as a possible solution to Yara's health, she was only too glad to agree. She now looks forward to her time at Rainbow Mists Weyr, with some concerns, so long as it helps her Yara.
