Post by Nicole on Jan 7, 2013 13:17:11 GMT -8
Name: Artemis Langaryen
Pronunciation: art-eh-miss
Gender: female
Age: 17
Turnday: 5th month, 17th day, 3057
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Family: Artemis came from a poorer family in Shimmer Bay Hold. Her father and mother, both young parents with old faces, worked long hours heaving packages and working in one of the shops at the market. Noting their hard work and their constant sacrifices for her at a young age, she became determined to do whatever she could to make their life easier, especially once her younger sister Zyra came along. Her parent's ridiculous work schedule and her own dedication to her learning kept her from ever getting close to them. Fourteen-year-old Zyra's outgoing and bubbly personality, combined with her vague airheadness, kept the two girls from growing close as well but Artemis is still rather protective of her. Upon her Searching, Zyra swore to try to keep their family's optimism up. Artemis fully believes that she can.
Friends: Artemis' quiet personality kept a small circle of friends near her. While they were fun to hang out with and made her laugh, she never felt a close connection to them, most likely due to her ambition and their lack of. Upon her Searching, they all made promises to write to her. Artemis doesn't expect a single letter and doesn't particularly mind it. Sentimentality could hold her back in a new place.
Pets: ---
Appearance: Artemis' dark skin and bright brown eyes earned her the attention of more than one young sailor lad, but that didn't mean she acknowledged them in any sort of way other than a denial. Her nearly black hair curls around her head. Her thick lips and thick nose accent an otherwise sharply angled face. Wide shoulders lead into a large chest and bum, filled out with well muscled arms and legs. With the knowledge that well-dressed people tend to ascend up the ranks faster, she wears clothes that suit her body type well and show off the assets she has, even if they're not quite as clingy or show quite as much skin as some other girls. She stands at about an average height or 5'4" by modern standards.
Personality: Artemis' ambition to make their family life better when she was younger escalated quickly into an ambition to be the best - the most intelligent, the richest, the highest ranking. Though her Searching left her ambitions at a crossroads, her determination to be the best of the best lingers in her. The determination and ambition is no longer for the sake of her family; she's come to appreciate having power and the things that come with it for her own sake. Who wouldn't want to be wealthy, in control, on top? Sure, there's responsibility, but it's nothing that she hasn't dealt with before.
This determination only ever wavers when she begins to hear things - things she didn't realize, until she was Searched, were the voices of dragons. She's managed to keep her ability hidden from her friends for now, but the emotions of dragons tend to influence her own; only her strong willpower and determination keep her from succumbing to sudden mood swings at any given time. While she's certain that this ability will prove helpful at some point and time, for now she believes it to be a nuisance.
Outside of her determination and ambition - which, to be fair, is the defining trait of Artemis - she's a quiet one with little interest in romance or frivolous activities. Her greatest pleasure comes in doing activities that are simultaneously fun and productive, though she can be convinced to let her hair down and enjoy herself on the off chance that dancing is involved. (What can she say, it's fun and could be considered exercise. Seriously. Exercise.) Her quiet streak can break when relaxed or when she feels like she's been wronged - and she'll let you know if she feels like she's been wronged, albeit in a quiet and demanding manner.
History: Artemis was born into a poor family; her mother and father spent nearly all of their time working. While she had been brought to the markets when she was younger as her mother worked, she was thrust into school as soon as her parents could afford to part with her, and Artemis took the opportunity to do what she could to help her parents. Shouldering her responsibility, she threw herself into her work and began to work and study as hard as she could, especially upon the arrival of her little sister Zyra.
She never thought anything of the voices that sometimes came into her head, thinking that they were her imagination, until she got older. Emotionally volatile whenever she was near the town's Wher, she didn't think too much of it; the thoughts that came when dragons were near she prescribed to a vivid imagination or being tired or whatever was needed to shove them off. She certainly didn't respond to them, and she certainly wasn't going insane. It wasn't until the moment she was Searched and the dragon introduced himself to her that she realized what she had been hearing all along. Arrival at the Weyr and dealing with the constant emotional fluxes and unwilling conversations has had her constantly squashing what she's feeling and being more quiet than ever. She's uncertain if the dragons know, and certain that no Riders know.
Before her Searching, she had been making plans at the Hold - plans to pair with one of the wealthier merchants to come up with a better way to market, to talk to the Lord Holder about paying her to organize the markets in a more efficient way; anything to start pawing away money to get ahead. While her Searching interrupted her plans, it has not interrupted her ambition; with money no longer a worry, her ambition has manifested in a need for power. Most of it wants to protect the people she cares about and some - just some - is just for the knowledge that power will keep her secure, in charge, and feared. Or loved. She's not particular on the details.
On 75.09.02, she Impressed Zabrielth, and nothing else mattered.
Name: Zabrielth
Pronunciation: zay-bree-elth
Color: Azure (f) (DCFAFF)
Size: 40 feet
Personality: Zabrielth is nothing if not loyal - to a fault. She looks on those she is to lead and watch over with a big heart full of caring. She isn't as interested in her own status as that of those around her. Especially her rider. She wishes to see them happy and their lives improved.
This is not to say that she is completely unselfish. Zabrielth wants this as much for herself as anyone else. She is generally a calm personality with a streak for vengeance that will leave you gasping for breath. She won't stand by and watch her "subordinates" or even her betters be hurt. She is quick to lose her temper in such situations and quick to exact punishment - sometimes rushing into it before actually thinking it through. Her rider will often have to rein her in and be the more levelheaded of the two. Zabrielth is a passionate personality - she loves passionately, she hates passionately, and she does everything with a zeal and passion that would exhaust just about anyone.
Impression:
She was still looking at where the newly impressed riders and dragons were wandering out when the Azure began to move towards her, her mind brushing hers - and that gave her pause. Because she had reached out to her. Not accidentally, not Artemis' ability, but a decisive touch of mind against mind.
She swung her head back, ponytail arcing around her head, and glanced perfectly down at where the dragonet's eyes spun up at her. Rainbow swirls glowed against her perfect light blue hide, and Artemis' heart leapt out of her throat and into the dragonet's claws, where it belonged.
Artemis. I am Zabrielth. I am your dragoness. Your queen. And this is our Weyr. Come... let us join our siblings. We will lead them graciously and kindly. It is the best thing we can do now. Zabrielth blinked up at her, love bursting from every touch of her mind.
And for the first time in her life, Artemis heard only her voice. And why would she need to hear another's when Zabrielth was here? She was so kind, so regal, so - so perfect. Everything Artemis had dreamed of and more.
Of course we will. But before we can lead them, we must make sure we are able to. Are you hungry? Artemis bent down, reaching out to curl her hand around the young dragonet's head. Zabrielth pushed into her palm, and hunger flared into Artemis' mind, as if it had just dawned on the little Azure to be hungry.
Oh, yes! But we must make sure my siblings also eat. They must also be strong. Zabrielth hummed as she moved forward, away from Artemis' palm to press her head into the young rider's chest. Artemis leaned down to press a kiss to her hide, not even caring about the light remnants of the eggsac that still clung to her.
There are people designated to make sure they do. Right now, I am only worried about you. Artemis leaned back and stood up, her hand drifting down to rest again on the young Azure's head. Together, they turned away from the Sands and walked over to where the new hatchlings dined.
Both ignored the stares from the crowd, the murmurs of worry from the other dragons creeping into the back of Artemis' mind. They didn't know them. They knew nothing. And what was a silly curse to their will?
Pronunciation: art-eh-miss
Gender: female
Age: 17
Turnday: 5th month, 17th day, 3057
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Junior Weyrwoman
Family: Artemis came from a poorer family in Shimmer Bay Hold. Her father and mother, both young parents with old faces, worked long hours heaving packages and working in one of the shops at the market. Noting their hard work and their constant sacrifices for her at a young age, she became determined to do whatever she could to make their life easier, especially once her younger sister Zyra came along. Her parent's ridiculous work schedule and her own dedication to her learning kept her from ever getting close to them. Fourteen-year-old Zyra's outgoing and bubbly personality, combined with her vague airheadness, kept the two girls from growing close as well but Artemis is still rather protective of her. Upon her Searching, Zyra swore to try to keep their family's optimism up. Artemis fully believes that she can.
Friends: Artemis' quiet personality kept a small circle of friends near her. While they were fun to hang out with and made her laugh, she never felt a close connection to them, most likely due to her ambition and their lack of. Upon her Searching, they all made promises to write to her. Artemis doesn't expect a single letter and doesn't particularly mind it. Sentimentality could hold her back in a new place.
Pets: ---
Appearance: Artemis' dark skin and bright brown eyes earned her the attention of more than one young sailor lad, but that didn't mean she acknowledged them in any sort of way other than a denial. Her nearly black hair curls around her head. Her thick lips and thick nose accent an otherwise sharply angled face. Wide shoulders lead into a large chest and bum, filled out with well muscled arms and legs. With the knowledge that well-dressed people tend to ascend up the ranks faster, she wears clothes that suit her body type well and show off the assets she has, even if they're not quite as clingy or show quite as much skin as some other girls. She stands at about an average height or 5'4" by modern standards.
Personality: Artemis' ambition to make their family life better when she was younger escalated quickly into an ambition to be the best - the most intelligent, the richest, the highest ranking. Though her Searching left her ambitions at a crossroads, her determination to be the best of the best lingers in her. The determination and ambition is no longer for the sake of her family; she's come to appreciate having power and the things that come with it for her own sake. Who wouldn't want to be wealthy, in control, on top? Sure, there's responsibility, but it's nothing that she hasn't dealt with before.
This determination only ever wavers when she begins to hear things - things she didn't realize, until she was Searched, were the voices of dragons. She's managed to keep her ability hidden from her friends for now, but the emotions of dragons tend to influence her own; only her strong willpower and determination keep her from succumbing to sudden mood swings at any given time. While she's certain that this ability will prove helpful at some point and time, for now she believes it to be a nuisance.
Outside of her determination and ambition - which, to be fair, is the defining trait of Artemis - she's a quiet one with little interest in romance or frivolous activities. Her greatest pleasure comes in doing activities that are simultaneously fun and productive, though she can be convinced to let her hair down and enjoy herself on the off chance that dancing is involved. (What can she say, it's fun and could be considered exercise. Seriously. Exercise.) Her quiet streak can break when relaxed or when she feels like she's been wronged - and she'll let you know if she feels like she's been wronged, albeit in a quiet and demanding manner.
History: Artemis was born into a poor family; her mother and father spent nearly all of their time working. While she had been brought to the markets when she was younger as her mother worked, she was thrust into school as soon as her parents could afford to part with her, and Artemis took the opportunity to do what she could to help her parents. Shouldering her responsibility, she threw herself into her work and began to work and study as hard as she could, especially upon the arrival of her little sister Zyra.
She never thought anything of the voices that sometimes came into her head, thinking that they were her imagination, until she got older. Emotionally volatile whenever she was near the town's Wher, she didn't think too much of it; the thoughts that came when dragons were near she prescribed to a vivid imagination or being tired or whatever was needed to shove them off. She certainly didn't respond to them, and she certainly wasn't going insane. It wasn't until the moment she was Searched and the dragon introduced himself to her that she realized what she had been hearing all along. Arrival at the Weyr and dealing with the constant emotional fluxes and unwilling conversations has had her constantly squashing what she's feeling and being more quiet than ever. She's uncertain if the dragons know, and certain that no Riders know.
Before her Searching, she had been making plans at the Hold - plans to pair with one of the wealthier merchants to come up with a better way to market, to talk to the Lord Holder about paying her to organize the markets in a more efficient way; anything to start pawing away money to get ahead. While her Searching interrupted her plans, it has not interrupted her ambition; with money no longer a worry, her ambition has manifested in a need for power. Most of it wants to protect the people she cares about and some - just some - is just for the knowledge that power will keep her secure, in charge, and feared. Or loved. She's not particular on the details.
On 75.09.02, she Impressed Zabrielth, and nothing else mattered.
Name: Zabrielth
Pronunciation: zay-bree-elth
Color: Azure (f) (DCFAFF)
Size: 40 feet
Personality: Zabrielth is nothing if not loyal - to a fault. She looks on those she is to lead and watch over with a big heart full of caring. She isn't as interested in her own status as that of those around her. Especially her rider. She wishes to see them happy and their lives improved.
This is not to say that she is completely unselfish. Zabrielth wants this as much for herself as anyone else. She is generally a calm personality with a streak for vengeance that will leave you gasping for breath. She won't stand by and watch her "subordinates" or even her betters be hurt. She is quick to lose her temper in such situations and quick to exact punishment - sometimes rushing into it before actually thinking it through. Her rider will often have to rein her in and be the more levelheaded of the two. Zabrielth is a passionate personality - she loves passionately, she hates passionately, and she does everything with a zeal and passion that would exhaust just about anyone.
Impression:
She was still looking at where the newly impressed riders and dragons were wandering out when the Azure began to move towards her, her mind brushing hers - and that gave her pause. Because she had reached out to her. Not accidentally, not Artemis' ability, but a decisive touch of mind against mind.
She swung her head back, ponytail arcing around her head, and glanced perfectly down at where the dragonet's eyes spun up at her. Rainbow swirls glowed against her perfect light blue hide, and Artemis' heart leapt out of her throat and into the dragonet's claws, where it belonged.
Artemis. I am Zabrielth. I am your dragoness. Your queen. And this is our Weyr. Come... let us join our siblings. We will lead them graciously and kindly. It is the best thing we can do now. Zabrielth blinked up at her, love bursting from every touch of her mind.
And for the first time in her life, Artemis heard only her voice. And why would she need to hear another's when Zabrielth was here? She was so kind, so regal, so - so perfect. Everything Artemis had dreamed of and more.
Of course we will. But before we can lead them, we must make sure we are able to. Are you hungry? Artemis bent down, reaching out to curl her hand around the young dragonet's head. Zabrielth pushed into her palm, and hunger flared into Artemis' mind, as if it had just dawned on the little Azure to be hungry.
Oh, yes! But we must make sure my siblings also eat. They must also be strong. Zabrielth hummed as she moved forward, away from Artemis' palm to press her head into the young rider's chest. Artemis leaned down to press a kiss to her hide, not even caring about the light remnants of the eggsac that still clung to her.
There are people designated to make sure they do. Right now, I am only worried about you. Artemis leaned back and stood up, her hand drifting down to rest again on the young Azure's head. Together, they turned away from the Sands and walked over to where the new hatchlings dined.
Both ignored the stares from the crowd, the murmurs of worry from the other dragons creeping into the back of Artemis' mind. They didn't know them. They knew nothing. And what was a silly curse to their will?
