Post by mimi on May 27, 2013 11:09:06 GMT -8
Name: D'mir Sinthla
Nickname: Dem
Pronunciation: (D' meer Sin-th-la)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (with homosexual tendencies)
Age: 52
Turnday: 23.3.5
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Green-Rider/ Master Smith
Family: N/a
Weyrmate: N/a
Friends: N/a
Pets: N/a
Appearance:
D'mir has spent countless Turns upon Pern and his body bears the wear of his Rider's life and his craft though he has aged gently compared to others. He possesses a strong jaw, and high cheek bones with a nose that has been broken several times over the Turns. It has been healed several Turns but at one time it did not heal correctly and so there is a noticeable but small depression along the bridge of his nose. As a Smith, he has always been of an intimidating build at an even 6' with a strong chest, broad shoulders, and built arms with a narrow accented waist. His hands are hard with callouses though he has always tried to keep his nails clean and trimmed. His jet black hair though once barely past his chin is now tinged with silver and past his shoulders though he always keeps it pulled back with a band.
The Greenrider's features are weather worn over and his skin has baked in to a lovely bronze hue. His body carries the ghosts of old scars from invading hot coals and from training over the turns and some from Threadfall. One such scar curls around his left forearm from wrist to elbow and despite its ugly appearance, it does not hinder him much though it was certainly a scare at the time. Another scar that D'mir does take steps to hide was a result from an attempt on his life by an ex-brother-in-law. It is a thin scar but about two inches in length and is situated between two ribs just beneath his heart. It is from a dark chapter in his life and he is ashamed of it. It is almost gone but sometimes his chest will ache for almost for no reason at all.
Typically D'mir's features are parted in a kind smile or in a gentle look but one thing that can never truly disappear are the soft notes of sadness upon the corners of his deep green eyes which deepen when he is very upset or when something is seriously troubling him thus making him appear older at times.
His clothing style has changed little since his younger years and still reflects his no nonsense style. D'mir's clothing is very simple and tends to steer away from all of the finery that some Riders seem to relish in. All he usually wears is his riding leathers that are soft with age or other simple clothing when taking advantage of what little free time he does get. He will dress up, however, when a situation calls for it though he stays well within earthen colors like greens, browns, and creams.
Personality:Quiet, Patient, Well Mannered, Grounded, Private, Genuine
D'mir has always preferred to be a listener in a conversation rather than the point of conversation. He is often delicate in what he says and tries to think before he opens his mouth to say anything of importance, knowing full well that others will listen to him and take his words to heart. He moves with purpose and in a focused manner while still maintaining simplicity. He is a creature of habit and sometimes its very hard to get him out of a routine though with the right prodding, he can be a little carefree if allowed. He has long since gained the right to enjoy himself though he has to be extremely careful.
The Greenrider has his own demons, however. He cannot indulge in alcohol because the strong spirits were once an outlet for him and a simple taste can threaten his sometimes fragile sobriety. He falls sometimes and he must again fight his way back from his alcoholism.
Even with his struggles, D'mir is a hard worker and a very loyal friend. He has several friendships that he has treasured for decades, both male and female alike, and is loyal to a fault. He loves generously with an open heart but it will also leave himself open for injury. There have been many times where he has taken on guardian roles to those younger than him and has watched them grow in to their own. He has suffered the bitter taste of loss though and understands just how fragile life is.
The countless Turns that he has lived through and all that he has experienced has made his fuse very long but when the right subject rears its head then he can become very passionate. It has been a long time since he has been genuinely angry and honestly, it makes him very ill if he keeps it bottles up along with the rest of his negative emotions. D'mir does not like being angry or overly stressed. It is often the last thing that he wants and will retreat from confrontation if he fears that he cannot control himself, his words, or his actions. He would rather hurt himself then hurt someone unintentionally. That does not mean he is a push over, however. He will fight for what he believes in and will fight to protect himself and those he loves, even to the point of putting his life on the line.
D'mir has always tried to retain some grain of privacy in his life and he tries to protect it when he can. He is a private individual and likes to be alone sometimes, but the thing he hates the most is feeling alone. He has a good number of friends and comrades that he has grown up with but he has no blood family to speak of. He never had any children over the Turns and it is something that he now has come to regret. Sometimes one can catch him watching the young children in the cretch and it is obvious that he would have been a good father had Fate been with him and not against him.
Strange Quirks:
-D'mir, when upset or distressed, will fiddle with the span of flesh where his wedding band once rested though it has been many decades since his wife passed away.
-The Greenrider can dance well though he is no master of it but do not ask him to sing. He cannot carry a tune in a bucket.
History:
Diamir was born in to a normal family, a normal home, and in to a world that he would soon reject, and be rejected by, before he was the age of 20. Everything started out like one would assume. Diamir was born to his parents without too many difficulties during the pregnancy. He was a large baby compared to his small mother. It was believed that she was rendered unable to have children after him but that seemed good enough for his father. Diamir had an older brother that was only a few Turns older then he was who took on his father’s craft which left the younger son to pursue his own interests.
Metal craft peaked Diamir’s interest and he fell in love with the idea of creating something from a chunk of earth. He quickly accelerated in his lessons, even take on different focuses, and was even allowed to share his wares at Gathers. That was how he met his late-wife, Madaline. The Gather had been pretty standard with people pouring over his craftsmanship which had comprised of anything from necklaces for the young ladies to the tools that were so highly sought after for the fields. A dark haired woman caught his eye as she preoccupied herself with trying on different dresses. Her sheepish smiles and glances made his heart flutter in his breast. It was easy to say that it was love at first sight. He finally worked up enough nerve to ask to be relieved from his duties at the stand so that he could go and meet her. The rest of it was deemed history. Their relationship bloomed and that next spring they were wed.
Before too long that Madaline was with a child. The news excited him like no other and he dreamed of the actuality of being a father. Life seemed as close to perfect as one could get. Little did Diamir realize that his life balanced upon the edge of a blade and any slip could send everything crashing down to oblivion. He was only able to realize this after it was too late.
One heavy summer evening, he sought refuge in a huge class of mead in a cothold where he had stopped on his way home to his wife after a small Gather. The evening was enjoyable and he found particular enjoyment in listening to the local Harper tell stories of the Dragons of Pern and their battle against the mighty Thread. The Harper caught his eye and smiled and he could only return the smile in turn. The two met later that evening and talked over some particularly strong drinks. Diamir remembered how his heart leapt in his chest when the Harper gently touched his knee. He knew he should have never kissed that man but with his veins warm with alcohol and lust, he allowed himself to dabble in the taboo. For several months afterwards he made a point to stop by the cothold for a drink and some pleasant male company before he turned home to his pregnant wife and unborn child. He tried to keep that part of his life separate and a secret. It never worked out as well as he had hoped.
The Harper visited him at his home one evening much to his surprise and horror. His dirty little secret had followed him home and wanted him to leave his wife. Diamir tried his hardest to get his love affair to leave before his wife figured out what was going on but the Harper refused even though Diamir offered him money. It wasn't too long before Madaline heard the distressed voice of her husband and left their bed to investigate. When the jealous Harper saw her and Diamir's fear in his eyes, he angrily told Madaline all that her husband had done. At first Madaline did not believe the Harper but when she searched Diamir's eyes she could see that it was the truth. She struck Diamir hard across the cheek and just started screaming at him while she beat him. Diamir let her and sobbed at the realization of the damage that he had done.
The Harper took his leave and never came again. Diamir tried to get Madaline to forgive him but she never did. They never had the chance to reconcile. The stress of Diamir's affair pushed Madaline over the edge. Her pregnancy had become difficult in recent weeks but only candlemarks after learning of Diamir's betrayal, she began to go in to early labor. She cried the entire time and refused to look at Diamir as she gave birth to their stillborn child and died from a hemorrhage a short time later.
Diamir was never the same after that. He stayed only long enough to bury his family before fleeing the heavy cloud of grief that hung over his head. He sought refuge where ever he could, whether it be under a rock or in a liquor bottle. He came close many times to taking his own life but Fate intervened.
His arrival to Rainbow Mists coincided with the hatching of one of the Queen Gold's clutches. The festivities within the Hatching cavern drew his curiosity but he could only bring himself to sit in the stands closest to the entrance. The Hatching was something he had never seen before but it could not hold his attention for more then a few minutes. When he felt satisfied with what he had seen, he turned to leave only to find a Green dragon crawling in to his lap. She had taken to invading the Stands to get to him and she trembled with exertion. At that very moment, his life was no longer his own and he didn't realize it until much later. Needless to say, he did not go willingly in to Weyrlinghood and it was the worst Turns of his life, he would later confess. Diamir became D'mir and he was thrust in to a world that he knew absolutely nothing about beyond old Harper songs.
D'mir was caught between Weyrling training, which he was not prepared for, mourning his family, and dealing with the fact that his life was now bound to his Dragon's. Ginianth was very patient with him and he grew to love her with every fiber of his being but he was not prepared for the fact that she was a female Dragon and would soon Rise. He could not grasp the fact that he would not be in control of his own body when she Rose and it scared him. It was a horrible day when one of D'mir's fellow Weyrlings Rose in the middle of a lesson. D'mir was terrified of Ginianth's first flight and what he would have to endure and so whenever he suspected that Ginianth would rise, they would both flee the Weyr until her empty Rise was over. They did it for many years until one night D'mir was faced with a Rising Ginianth and no way to escape in time. It was a terrifying and emotional night for D'mir when Ginianth was caught by a Bronze, the lifemate of a friend named B'rodan.
However, being caught Anath was probably the best thing that could have happened. B'rodan was D'mir's emotional support as he struggled to accept what had happened and the two began a relationship, even becoming weyrmates for a time but it was not meant to last. After a few Turns, B'rodan came to D'mir with the realization that even though the Bronzer cared for him, they could not remain together. It was devastating to D'mir who had indeed fallen in love with the Bronze rider but D'mir understood what it was like to fight with one's sexuality and so conceded. The end of the relationship was amicable and both Riders remained very good friends through the decades.
Slightly before Ginianth's flight, however, D'mir almost lost his life to his ex brother-in-law who found him during a Hatching Feast. D'mir, in one of his dark hours, was intoxicated at the Hatching. He earned the ire of several higher rankers and went to them after he had sobered up a bit to apologize for his actions. It was there that Madaline's younger brother caught him unawares and aimed to take D'mir's life. He was stabbed outside of the Festival hall and almost died from his wound and resulting infection. His ex-brother-in-law escaped prosecution and fled. It was about that time that D'mir hit rock bottom and was in the deepest depths of his depression. It took many months and several of his friends to pull him out of the darkness though he did not fully recover from the incident until almost a full Turn passed.
Slowly life got better.
D'mir watched through the Turns as old friends grew older and passed away. He watched the children of his friends grow up, some following the Rider's path and Impressing, while others went on to practice their own crafts. For several Turns, D'mir was a part time Weyrlingmaster but he always seemed to return back to his Smith craft before too long.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Ginianth
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 32
Dragon's Color: Green
Dragon's Appearance:
Ginianth is quite a fine specimen for a Green. She is sleek and very graceful. Her hide is a beautiful dark green sheen with ghosts of darker and lighter green shimmering beneath the first coat. Its hard to see where one color ends and one begins especially when she is moving. Its like watching a ripple move through the water for none of the colors seem to clash and simply blend instead. The sails of her wings are a bit lighter than her hide but are very finely constructed. They are a bit larger compared to her body which allows her a little more stamina during a flight.
She is sleek but is not lacking in muscle. Her body is beautifully sculpted and is very proportionate, her tail tapering out nicely in to the forked points. She walks softly and is very dainty as if she is wary about bumping in to someone or something. D’mir takes a lot of time in making sure that she is healthy and that she is taken care of.
But like D'mir, she carries the scars of Threadfall though she certainly escaped the worst. Streaks of scar tissue twist and twine at the left side of her neck where she was struck in midfight. Her wings are also lightly scarred by burning Thread. D'mir hates their appearance upon her so late in life but she kind of cannot help but wear them as badges. She is certainly the stronger of the two sometimes and serves as a support pillar when D'mir needs her as a voice of reason or quiet protector.
Dragon's Personality:Caring, Loving, Social Butterfly, Protective.
Ginianth is very kind and is quite pleasant to be around. Her mellow attitude towards life is a little strange compared to the obsessive attitude that is characteristic of so many other greens. She takes life as it comes and tries to pick and choose her battles with both the world and D'mir himself. She is very supportive of him but tries to do what is best for him even when he might not like it and might throw a stink should he dig in his heels.
However, no matter how Ginianth tries to hide it, she is sensitive and genuinely has everyone's best interest at heart. If something does go wrong then she will no doubt feel the blame and will retreat to nurse her hurt feelings. She does forgive easily though and will return to her old self when it is clear that she has been forgiven.
Dragon's History:
Ginianth was not the fastest Green to hatch in her clutch and she might have missed her Rider had she been a few more minutes later. She felt his spirit calling for her even within the shell and she fought hard to make her way to him. His whole body ached from the sadness that he carried with him and she knew that life would be difficult for them both but both of their survivals depended upon her reaching him. It was more of a surprise to him when he found her in his lap but Ginianth had known it all along so she felt nothing more then relief and the ever pressing hunger of a newly hatched dragon.
The Green was right in believing that life would be difficult for them. Oh how her D'mir struggled with himself, both physically and mentally, and she blamed herself sometimes for his suffering during those lonely and empty Flights that terrified him so. Slowly friends and time tempered her Rider and he found strength in himself slowly until he was better able to stand when the world weighed down upon him.
Nickname: Dem
Pronunciation: (D' meer Sin-th-la)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (with homosexual tendencies)
Age: 52
Turnday: 23.3.5
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Green-Rider/ Master Smith
Family: N/a
Weyrmate: N/a
Friends: N/a
Pets: N/a
Appearance:
D'mir has spent countless Turns upon Pern and his body bears the wear of his Rider's life and his craft though he has aged gently compared to others. He possesses a strong jaw, and high cheek bones with a nose that has been broken several times over the Turns. It has been healed several Turns but at one time it did not heal correctly and so there is a noticeable but small depression along the bridge of his nose. As a Smith, he has always been of an intimidating build at an even 6' with a strong chest, broad shoulders, and built arms with a narrow accented waist. His hands are hard with callouses though he has always tried to keep his nails clean and trimmed. His jet black hair though once barely past his chin is now tinged with silver and past his shoulders though he always keeps it pulled back with a band.
The Greenrider's features are weather worn over and his skin has baked in to a lovely bronze hue. His body carries the ghosts of old scars from invading hot coals and from training over the turns and some from Threadfall. One such scar curls around his left forearm from wrist to elbow and despite its ugly appearance, it does not hinder him much though it was certainly a scare at the time. Another scar that D'mir does take steps to hide was a result from an attempt on his life by an ex-brother-in-law. It is a thin scar but about two inches in length and is situated between two ribs just beneath his heart. It is from a dark chapter in his life and he is ashamed of it. It is almost gone but sometimes his chest will ache for almost for no reason at all.
Typically D'mir's features are parted in a kind smile or in a gentle look but one thing that can never truly disappear are the soft notes of sadness upon the corners of his deep green eyes which deepen when he is very upset or when something is seriously troubling him thus making him appear older at times.
His clothing style has changed little since his younger years and still reflects his no nonsense style. D'mir's clothing is very simple and tends to steer away from all of the finery that some Riders seem to relish in. All he usually wears is his riding leathers that are soft with age or other simple clothing when taking advantage of what little free time he does get. He will dress up, however, when a situation calls for it though he stays well within earthen colors like greens, browns, and creams.
Personality:Quiet, Patient, Well Mannered, Grounded, Private, Genuine
D'mir has always preferred to be a listener in a conversation rather than the point of conversation. He is often delicate in what he says and tries to think before he opens his mouth to say anything of importance, knowing full well that others will listen to him and take his words to heart. He moves with purpose and in a focused manner while still maintaining simplicity. He is a creature of habit and sometimes its very hard to get him out of a routine though with the right prodding, he can be a little carefree if allowed. He has long since gained the right to enjoy himself though he has to be extremely careful.
The Greenrider has his own demons, however. He cannot indulge in alcohol because the strong spirits were once an outlet for him and a simple taste can threaten his sometimes fragile sobriety. He falls sometimes and he must again fight his way back from his alcoholism.
Even with his struggles, D'mir is a hard worker and a very loyal friend. He has several friendships that he has treasured for decades, both male and female alike, and is loyal to a fault. He loves generously with an open heart but it will also leave himself open for injury. There have been many times where he has taken on guardian roles to those younger than him and has watched them grow in to their own. He has suffered the bitter taste of loss though and understands just how fragile life is.
The countless Turns that he has lived through and all that he has experienced has made his fuse very long but when the right subject rears its head then he can become very passionate. It has been a long time since he has been genuinely angry and honestly, it makes him very ill if he keeps it bottles up along with the rest of his negative emotions. D'mir does not like being angry or overly stressed. It is often the last thing that he wants and will retreat from confrontation if he fears that he cannot control himself, his words, or his actions. He would rather hurt himself then hurt someone unintentionally. That does not mean he is a push over, however. He will fight for what he believes in and will fight to protect himself and those he loves, even to the point of putting his life on the line.
D'mir has always tried to retain some grain of privacy in his life and he tries to protect it when he can. He is a private individual and likes to be alone sometimes, but the thing he hates the most is feeling alone. He has a good number of friends and comrades that he has grown up with but he has no blood family to speak of. He never had any children over the Turns and it is something that he now has come to regret. Sometimes one can catch him watching the young children in the cretch and it is obvious that he would have been a good father had Fate been with him and not against him.
Strange Quirks:
-D'mir, when upset or distressed, will fiddle with the span of flesh where his wedding band once rested though it has been many decades since his wife passed away.
-The Greenrider can dance well though he is no master of it but do not ask him to sing. He cannot carry a tune in a bucket.
History:
Diamir was born in to a normal family, a normal home, and in to a world that he would soon reject, and be rejected by, before he was the age of 20. Everything started out like one would assume. Diamir was born to his parents without too many difficulties during the pregnancy. He was a large baby compared to his small mother. It was believed that she was rendered unable to have children after him but that seemed good enough for his father. Diamir had an older brother that was only a few Turns older then he was who took on his father’s craft which left the younger son to pursue his own interests.
Metal craft peaked Diamir’s interest and he fell in love with the idea of creating something from a chunk of earth. He quickly accelerated in his lessons, even take on different focuses, and was even allowed to share his wares at Gathers. That was how he met his late-wife, Madaline. The Gather had been pretty standard with people pouring over his craftsmanship which had comprised of anything from necklaces for the young ladies to the tools that were so highly sought after for the fields. A dark haired woman caught his eye as she preoccupied herself with trying on different dresses. Her sheepish smiles and glances made his heart flutter in his breast. It was easy to say that it was love at first sight. He finally worked up enough nerve to ask to be relieved from his duties at the stand so that he could go and meet her. The rest of it was deemed history. Their relationship bloomed and that next spring they were wed.
Before too long that Madaline was with a child. The news excited him like no other and he dreamed of the actuality of being a father. Life seemed as close to perfect as one could get. Little did Diamir realize that his life balanced upon the edge of a blade and any slip could send everything crashing down to oblivion. He was only able to realize this after it was too late.
One heavy summer evening, he sought refuge in a huge class of mead in a cothold where he had stopped on his way home to his wife after a small Gather. The evening was enjoyable and he found particular enjoyment in listening to the local Harper tell stories of the Dragons of Pern and their battle against the mighty Thread. The Harper caught his eye and smiled and he could only return the smile in turn. The two met later that evening and talked over some particularly strong drinks. Diamir remembered how his heart leapt in his chest when the Harper gently touched his knee. He knew he should have never kissed that man but with his veins warm with alcohol and lust, he allowed himself to dabble in the taboo. For several months afterwards he made a point to stop by the cothold for a drink and some pleasant male company before he turned home to his pregnant wife and unborn child. He tried to keep that part of his life separate and a secret. It never worked out as well as he had hoped.
The Harper visited him at his home one evening much to his surprise and horror. His dirty little secret had followed him home and wanted him to leave his wife. Diamir tried his hardest to get his love affair to leave before his wife figured out what was going on but the Harper refused even though Diamir offered him money. It wasn't too long before Madaline heard the distressed voice of her husband and left their bed to investigate. When the jealous Harper saw her and Diamir's fear in his eyes, he angrily told Madaline all that her husband had done. At first Madaline did not believe the Harper but when she searched Diamir's eyes she could see that it was the truth. She struck Diamir hard across the cheek and just started screaming at him while she beat him. Diamir let her and sobbed at the realization of the damage that he had done.
The Harper took his leave and never came again. Diamir tried to get Madaline to forgive him but she never did. They never had the chance to reconcile. The stress of Diamir's affair pushed Madaline over the edge. Her pregnancy had become difficult in recent weeks but only candlemarks after learning of Diamir's betrayal, she began to go in to early labor. She cried the entire time and refused to look at Diamir as she gave birth to their stillborn child and died from a hemorrhage a short time later.
Diamir was never the same after that. He stayed only long enough to bury his family before fleeing the heavy cloud of grief that hung over his head. He sought refuge where ever he could, whether it be under a rock or in a liquor bottle. He came close many times to taking his own life but Fate intervened.
His arrival to Rainbow Mists coincided with the hatching of one of the Queen Gold's clutches. The festivities within the Hatching cavern drew his curiosity but he could only bring himself to sit in the stands closest to the entrance. The Hatching was something he had never seen before but it could not hold his attention for more then a few minutes. When he felt satisfied with what he had seen, he turned to leave only to find a Green dragon crawling in to his lap. She had taken to invading the Stands to get to him and she trembled with exertion. At that very moment, his life was no longer his own and he didn't realize it until much later. Needless to say, he did not go willingly in to Weyrlinghood and it was the worst Turns of his life, he would later confess. Diamir became D'mir and he was thrust in to a world that he knew absolutely nothing about beyond old Harper songs.
D'mir was caught between Weyrling training, which he was not prepared for, mourning his family, and dealing with the fact that his life was now bound to his Dragon's. Ginianth was very patient with him and he grew to love her with every fiber of his being but he was not prepared for the fact that she was a female Dragon and would soon Rise. He could not grasp the fact that he would not be in control of his own body when she Rose and it scared him. It was a horrible day when one of D'mir's fellow Weyrlings Rose in the middle of a lesson. D'mir was terrified of Ginianth's first flight and what he would have to endure and so whenever he suspected that Ginianth would rise, they would both flee the Weyr until her empty Rise was over. They did it for many years until one night D'mir was faced with a Rising Ginianth and no way to escape in time. It was a terrifying and emotional night for D'mir when Ginianth was caught by a Bronze, the lifemate of a friend named B'rodan.
However, being caught Anath was probably the best thing that could have happened. B'rodan was D'mir's emotional support as he struggled to accept what had happened and the two began a relationship, even becoming weyrmates for a time but it was not meant to last. After a few Turns, B'rodan came to D'mir with the realization that even though the Bronzer cared for him, they could not remain together. It was devastating to D'mir who had indeed fallen in love with the Bronze rider but D'mir understood what it was like to fight with one's sexuality and so conceded. The end of the relationship was amicable and both Riders remained very good friends through the decades.
Slightly before Ginianth's flight, however, D'mir almost lost his life to his ex brother-in-law who found him during a Hatching Feast. D'mir, in one of his dark hours, was intoxicated at the Hatching. He earned the ire of several higher rankers and went to them after he had sobered up a bit to apologize for his actions. It was there that Madaline's younger brother caught him unawares and aimed to take D'mir's life. He was stabbed outside of the Festival hall and almost died from his wound and resulting infection. His ex-brother-in-law escaped prosecution and fled. It was about that time that D'mir hit rock bottom and was in the deepest depths of his depression. It took many months and several of his friends to pull him out of the darkness though he did not fully recover from the incident until almost a full Turn passed.
Slowly life got better.
D'mir watched through the Turns as old friends grew older and passed away. He watched the children of his friends grow up, some following the Rider's path and Impressing, while others went on to practice their own crafts. For several Turns, D'mir was a part time Weyrlingmaster but he always seemed to return back to his Smith craft before too long.
Adoption?: No
Dragon's Name: Ginianth
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 32
Dragon's Color: Green
Dragon's Appearance:
Ginianth is quite a fine specimen for a Green. She is sleek and very graceful. Her hide is a beautiful dark green sheen with ghosts of darker and lighter green shimmering beneath the first coat. Its hard to see where one color ends and one begins especially when she is moving. Its like watching a ripple move through the water for none of the colors seem to clash and simply blend instead. The sails of her wings are a bit lighter than her hide but are very finely constructed. They are a bit larger compared to her body which allows her a little more stamina during a flight.
She is sleek but is not lacking in muscle. Her body is beautifully sculpted and is very proportionate, her tail tapering out nicely in to the forked points. She walks softly and is very dainty as if she is wary about bumping in to someone or something. D’mir takes a lot of time in making sure that she is healthy and that she is taken care of.
But like D'mir, she carries the scars of Threadfall though she certainly escaped the worst. Streaks of scar tissue twist and twine at the left side of her neck where she was struck in midfight. Her wings are also lightly scarred by burning Thread. D'mir hates their appearance upon her so late in life but she kind of cannot help but wear them as badges. She is certainly the stronger of the two sometimes and serves as a support pillar when D'mir needs her as a voice of reason or quiet protector.
Dragon's Personality:Caring, Loving, Social Butterfly, Protective.
Ginianth is very kind and is quite pleasant to be around. Her mellow attitude towards life is a little strange compared to the obsessive attitude that is characteristic of so many other greens. She takes life as it comes and tries to pick and choose her battles with both the world and D'mir himself. She is very supportive of him but tries to do what is best for him even when he might not like it and might throw a stink should he dig in his heels.
However, no matter how Ginianth tries to hide it, she is sensitive and genuinely has everyone's best interest at heart. If something does go wrong then she will no doubt feel the blame and will retreat to nurse her hurt feelings. She does forgive easily though and will return to her old self when it is clear that she has been forgiven.
Dragon's History:
Ginianth was not the fastest Green to hatch in her clutch and she might have missed her Rider had she been a few more minutes later. She felt his spirit calling for her even within the shell and she fought hard to make her way to him. His whole body ached from the sadness that he carried with him and she knew that life would be difficult for them both but both of their survivals depended upon her reaching him. It was more of a surprise to him when he found her in his lap but Ginianth had known it all along so she felt nothing more then relief and the ever pressing hunger of a newly hatched dragon.
The Green was right in believing that life would be difficult for them. Oh how her D'mir struggled with himself, both physically and mentally, and she blamed herself sometimes for his suffering during those lonely and empty Flights that terrified him so. Slowly friends and time tempered her Rider and he found strength in himself slowly until he was better able to stand when the world weighed down upon him.
