Post by Simile on Dec 23, 2011 17:25:45 GMT -8
PB: Skyler Samuels
Name: Uxiar
Pronunciation: Oo-shee-are
Gender: Female
Age: 33 Turns
Turnday: 3040, specific day uknown. Considers 10.02 her "found-day"
Weyr: Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Wingrider
Family:
Blood Relatives unknown
Adopted by Xian and Urashia of Golden Flight Hold
Weyrmate: None
Friends: N/A
Pets: N/A
Appearance:
Long, wavy hair adorns her head and falls down around her shoulders, framing her lovely heart shaped face in a nearly seductive way. Her eyes are rather angled, though their green-brown color she often considers muddy and not that nice to look at. Her nose is long and a bit flat.
Personality:
History:
A poor girl left to the wilds of the unknown... or was she left? No one living knows for sure the true tale of how one little girl ended up lost and alone outside of Dragon Flight Hold. But the facts are as they are. She was found and thus assumed left. Abandoned by whatever fool of a parent had deemed not to want her. No name. No reason.
But Xian and his wife, Urashia, who had no children, found her and brought her back to their farm just outside of Golden Flight Hold. And there she would have a happy, healthy childhood, never the wiser that she did not turly belong to her parents. Or the fact that her mother did not have other children simply because she could not have children. To her... Uxiar was a blessing beyond any she could ever ask for. So she saw little point in telling the fair haired, brown eyed beauty of a little girl where she ahd come from. Especially since... she didn't in, all honesty, know the where or the why. What mattered was that she was here with her.
And that was how she was raised for turns. Though her mother would not have her working on the farm with her father. Oh no. her father could find men to do that kind of work... instead... Urashia taught Uxiar the art of baking and cooking. At first, she showed absolutely no talent for either skill... but, soon, with more and more practice, she became a fine baker and good cook. Her mother was pleased. She should easily be able to find herself a husband, right?
Well... things aren't ever that simple. A woman appeared from a seeming nowhere, claiming to be the nearly sixteen-turn-old's mother. She was riding a green dragon. A rather harsh and vindictive one by most standards. Uxiar did not believe her... But truth was had, though she never did believe her. She refused to go with the woman. And she was angry about that. Quite angry. She lashed out. And her mother was killed, leaving her with her father for the time being. The woman would not hurt "her" daughter. Her daughter whom she had either lost or abandoned Turns ago. Whatever the case, a deep seated hatred and the beginnings of cynicism began to grow in her heart. She doesn't know what became of the rider or what her punishment was for killing an innocent woman, but whatever it was, she wished fervently she could carry it out herself....
Life goes on, but it was not forgotten. Xian, her adoptive father, was spiraling downward into depression. He could not keep the farm going... and so... Uxiar looked for a way to make a few marks. And these things included selling her baked goods as well as... earning money at some rare times by less reputable methods that she would prefer remained buried deep within her past.
The pattern would not last forever. And thank Faranth for that. It would come that a blue rider would come to visit Golden Flight hold and the young baker would find herself amongst the chosen. Maybe this was what she needed as a change in her life, in her pace of being... But her father... There was little she could do... Or so she felt. The cynic and the hatred in her was far from gone or dead. Though she hoped that going to the Weyr would remedy it.
But it didn't. Instead she felt hate and irritation. It was all irony that she had thought coming to a Weyr would solve her problems. And now she hated Greenriders, of which there where plenty, more than anything and more than any other. She looked on them all with disdain and hoped never to join their number. In fact... she hoped for a dragon who could help her, somehow, find revenge on them. Was that wrong, yes. Did she care? No.
So when the time for the hatching came, she hoped for a dragon who would despise the greens as much as she did. Preferably a dragon with some kind of leverage behind it. What she got... was a purple. A purple with a wicked sense of humor... One that she would appreciate. And her lovely female purple... was almost as cynical as she.
They did their best not to refuse to work with greens and their riders all together, though of course, Uxiar still despised them. Which was why she soon became very grateful that she was at Rainbow Mists Weyr where there were plenty of other colors unlike other Weyrs where greens could have been far more numerous.
Seeing as to how the idea of one clutch is new to Rainbow Mists Weyr and only been rumored, Uxiar and her dragoness both had a choice and both have chosen that the stone would not be good for the purple. However... with times changing, both are a bit disgruntled at the new idea and hope for just one more clutch before Amaseith is forced to chew stone and be made infertile.
Adoption?:
Dragon's Name: Amaseith (Ama or Seith for short) Pronounced Ah-Mah-See-ith
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 15 Turns
Dragon's Color: Purple {2e3192}
Dragon's Appearance:
Dragon's Personality:
Dragon's History:
Amaseith was born to a wood mother and a bronze father. Not that it mattered much to her. Though... the greens in her clutch irritated her to no end all those fifteen turns ago as they stole her spotlight and one even attempted to main Hers! This particular purple would not stand for it and a grudge was formed. A grudge which grew to encompass all greens... and even some other green-toned dragons such as jungles.
She refused to work with them for quite some time before both she and her rider finally were confronted about it and neither have complained outwards since. As wingriders, they were well trained and well disciplined, though it took quite a lot of self control for them to work with... undesirables, or what were in their eyes.
Amaseith would clutch multiple times in her past before talk of this new order which may just cost her all her future clutches, for which she is quite displeased. The draogness is a jokester, though not the kind most would laugh at. She pulls devious and mean spirited tricks, her sense of humor always having been more wicked... and some might expect such things from her again if her next clutch is jeopardized. The purple already shows signs of rising... And she wants that last clutch. She begs the leaders not to make her chew stone until after this last clutch.
