Post by catsavage-Z on Oct 12, 2012 23:26:48 GMT -8
Name: Ria Mistborn
Pronunciation: REE-uh
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Turnday: 3057. 06. 20
Weyr: RMW
Rank: Wher Candidate
Family:
Maternal Grandmother: Zyeebria Mistborn, Weyrfolk
Mother: Teevia Mistborn, Rider to Purple Utibeth
Father: R'nad Woodborn, Rider to Brown Orllunoth (unknown to Ria)
Friends:
Pets:
Appearance: Ria looks far younger than her years. She is very skinny, very short at 5' and on the pale side. She burns easily if out in the sun too long. Her long hair is naturally wavy and is a very dark blond, light brown depending on the season and how much sun she has received. Her eyes are a dark hazel-green with a very dark outter ring of deep forest green. Her lips are beautifully fun and naturally pink. She really is quite beautiful though she would never claim that description for herself. She will grow up into a slender, woman with soft subtle curves. For now, in her young teens, she is only hinting at the woman she will become with tiny breasts and delicate hips. Ria likes to wear dark colors that helps her to blend into the woodwork so to speak. She would look stunning in reds or bright yellows or oranges but she likes to remain inconspicuous and so does not choose those colors for herself. On a rare occasion her grandmother will 'force' her to wear something that will make her stand out which she abhors but is usually too tired to resist/argue with the woman any longer and gives in. Thankfully for her, it does not happen very often.
Personality: Ria is a very quiet girl and some might describe her as shy. She is not shy. She merely does not care to hear herself speak so much. She would rather listen politely to others and even encourages others to ramble on by her good 'listening ear'.
Ria is a caring sort but not very noticeably. If someone has a heavy load, she will assist with opening a door. If there is a task to be done and she is available to help, she probably will. She is the 'good' that goes around the weyr but is seldom acknowledge as she is usually very good at 'disappearing' from notice.
There is a very rare occurance where she will make quite the spectacle if needed, though even then she doesn't use many words. Instead she uses her fists, feet and maybe even teeth, depending on how badly the bullies she comes across in the act of tormenting someone else, fights back. Ria is a lioness when it comes to protecting those smaller and weaker than herself. Or those who are confronted with overwhelming odds against them.
She will not jump in foolishly though as sometimes the one person being ganged up on, might have pulled a harmful prank or done something else they'll need to learn the hard way not to repeat. So before she would ever tear into a situation not directly her own, Ria listens, observes and considers the consequences. Even at a young age, Ria had learned to use her head before using her fists. It was the smart thing to do and Ria was extremely smart. She was a very fast learner too.
More than anything else in the world, Ria wants to be left alone, in a nice warm comfy place with a wher. Oh yes, no matter the color, her heart yearns for such a companion. It does matter to her whether they are grumpy, devious, excitable or dangerous. Ria wanted a wher. Her grandmother though demanded in no uncertain terms that she become a dragonrider and not a beast-loving recluse. She hated her grandmother, the woman was a conniving, demanding, unsympathetic bully. The woman had little to no regard for Ria's wants. What the grandmother wanted is what would take place. There were to be no arguments or thinking for herself.
Ria was secretly stubborn and very patient. She would outlast her grandmother's demands by hiding out or sneaking away when a hatching started. Or perhaps, if she was wise enough, Ria could become a 'secret wher candidate' when the time came and bond with one before a dragon could ever get the chance to choose her. She held nothing against the gentle giants that dragons were. In fact there were a few of them that she truly loved. But to be a rider meant a very social life. And this was something that Ria would rather avoid.
History:
In the sixth month, on the twentieth day of the month in the turn 3057, Ria came into the world. She was such a tiny thing but healthy. Her dragonrider parents were very proud. Her weyrfolk grandmother was satisfied. As she always did, Grandmother Zyeebria made life a living nightmare for both parents. It became so bad in fact that to 'save' her infant from the grandmother's devious, demanding, controlling ways, Ria's mother gave her up to the weyr creche earlier than normal with the express desire that the older woman not be told of the child's existence. Ria's father, transferred out of the weyr claiming to have taken Ria with him to hide the child's whereabouts. He did not want his daughter to grow up into such a nightmare that his weyrmate had. He was not heard from again.
To protect her daughter, Teevia did not visit the girl in the creche for fear that her own mother, Zyeebria would find out and guess at the girl's location. Each day was filled with loss and sadness for Teevia and after five years of staying away, she could not handle it any longer. She had seen her daughter from time to time and was very pleased with Ria's beauty and intelligence. When Ria was five, she met her mother. She was also told on that occasion that she had a grandmother that would never love her. Ria must try to never find the old woman. Her father, though she asked, was not revealed.
Two years after that surprising and very confusing day for Ria, when she was seven, her mother visited again. This time she brought two things with her. A small woven-cloth doll for Ria wearing a little patchwork dress and an old carving that Teevia claimed her father had made. Again she would not reveal who the man had been.
It was on Ria's tenth turnday occasion that Ria's grandmother followed Teevia and discovered the whereabouts of her granddaughter. She was furious with Teevia to say the least and the young woman's life became a living nightmare again, one that her purple dragon could not bear to see. There was only one way to 'escape'. She would take her daughter Ria and run away to where Ria's father had gone.
It was not to be. Her transfer orders came but Ria was not to go with her. The details of why were never told to Ria but she had a feeling that her grandmother had something to do with it. Ria was ten and a half when her mother went away and her grandmother came marching strongly into her life.
'Do this. Don't do that. Wear this. Smile now. Stand up straight. Do not make friends with that one. Here, make friends with this one. Don't dream of whers. You will become a dragonrider one day.' Yes, her grandmother pried her way into every single facet of Ria's young life. Ria though was not a timid girl. She knew what was going on, even from that young age. Her mother had warned her in detail about the kinds of things her grandmother would try.
Ria was armed with knowledge, extreme patience and a very good ability to fake compliance. She knew her own heart and thoughts and she pretty much did as she pleased, but not openly. She was very careful and discrete. It would not be wise to cross Zyeebria openly.
When Ria became thirteen, she was 'forced' to become a candidate but had faked a moment of fear and weak timidity in front of the candidate master. She was deemed not ready and was held back for a turn. She was sure that her grandmother suspected something but could never prove it.
When she was fourteen she was accepted into candidacy but suddenly became ill when she 'accidentally' ingested an herb that made her throw up...constantly, when the hatching became imminent. It was a horrible experience but one that Ria was willing to go through to see that her own dreams came true. She knew she had to be just as smart and conniving as her grandmother if she ever stood a chance at her own life. Seeing as how Ria was so miserable and lay resting in the infirmary during the hatching, Zyeebria could not fault her, although the woman still seethed with unsympathetic frustration.
Another few turns past and when Ria came to the age of seventeen and had avoided impressing a dragon thus far, she turned her eyes at last to the whers. Her dream was at last a real possibility. For the whers, she had been too young before, but now....now was her chance!
Zyeebria was not stupid. She knew of Ria's strong desire to bond with a wher so when a clutch of wher eggs was announced, she physically took Ria aside and refused to let her attend the hatching.
It was a crushing defeat but Ria refused to let it crush her. She kept a careful watch for opportunities. When a surprise clutch was suddenly found to be hatching and her grandmother was no where around, she was quick to jump at the opportunity... the result was her bonding to a bi-colored male wher, a black-purple. She was ecstatic. But her grandmother, she wasn't so thrilled.
Adoption?:
Wher:
Purple-Black (M) Whoo Wher – 000000, 6a00c4
Adult Size: 4’6”
Impress: Ria
Name: Riask
Riask’s personality has a duality to it, very similar to his hide. While not impossible to predict, he can and often will swing quite quickly from diligent, no nonsense defender of the Weyr to rather adorable and quite playful; easily distracted. It will take some time to figure out how to navigate the constant swings from stick in the mud to free spirit and how to harness the former at and suppress the later when the time comes to guard, but in all he is a good wher, if a little obsessed with his tail from time to time…and his sire. That is another peculiar trait that the little bi-color beast possesses; if he ever disappears it would be wise to seek out Dalosk as chances are, Riask is following him around taking too-big steps in an attempt to mimic the Crimson.
