Post by Lark on Dec 28, 2011 9:19:25 GMT -8
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin'
Lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin'
Don't let some Hellbent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to sellin' out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Name: Xiana *Xia*
Pronunciation: Z-ah-nuh *Z-ah*
Gender: Female
Age:1516 turns
Turnday: 7th day of the 3rd Month, Turn 3058
Weyr: ISW
Rank: Pink Weyrling, Harper Apprentice *Dancer*
Family:
Xierra- Mother *Harper/Deceased*
Ash'ner- Father *Of Blue Shirath*
Friends:
Tivax
Pets:
Name Niro *Knee-row*
Type Firelizard
Rank Bronze
Size At full growth: 36 Inches
Color Code 808000
Personality
Doesn't like being in charge, loner, wants to see everything and anything, the King that just wants to be a Peasant sort of guy, Laid-back, Understanding and Patient
Appearance:
Xiana was never one to be simply overlooked. Whether it was a certain hint of curiosity in her dark eyes, or perhaps just the intriguing shape of her face, something seems to have always made people look twice at her. At the first glance, one can't really appreciate her for more than just another Pernese girl. She is not one to stand out in terms of odd coloring, in fact she has the normal dark brown hair and eyes that are commonly seen up North. It is slimming and sleek, flowing down in layers to her lower back like a sheet hanging on a wire.
It often gets in her face, a petite and heart-shaped structure that is just as pale as the rest of her milk and honey skin. Whenever this happens, she will often blow it away more than move it by hand, an odd quirk of hers. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, a deep klah brown that seems to be taken directly from her hair, and are framed by high cheek bones and arching eye-brows. The rest of her body flows into a fragile silhouette, but one that is long at five foot seven inches already and seems to only be growing with the passing months. At full growth, Xiana is expected to be anywhere from five foot, ten inches to six feet.
As far as curves go, Xiana has them but they are as slight as the rest of her body. She's still growing into herself, yet she has a mature look about her face that most would say originates in her eyes. They're wiser than they should be, as if they understand the world for what it is and yet only continue to look for new wonders. There's a constant spark there, one that travels to the rest of her body whenever she moves. The girl is first and foremost a dancer after all, and every shift in stance, every step, has a fluidity that is accustomed to her life's work.
In terms of clothing, Xiana is just as plain and yet elegant as she looks. Her choices are often either dresses or peasant tops with skirts, unless she has to wear tunics and pants for chores. Mainly she dresses for two things, function and comfort. Even her performance attire consists of pieces that are made from soft and common fabrics. They are not too revealing as well, and if they show any skin at all it is on her shoulders and the top most part of her chest, and just shy of her knees.
Personality:
Xiana first and foremost is not someone you would want by your side in a fight. Even a verbal one she will shrink away from. In fact, the girl hates confrontation of any sort and would much rather run from it than face it head on. Instead, she will squirm away or avert her eyes from the aggressor until she is left alone. She doesn't trust people easily either, but she does at least try to help. Xia will always make the effort, just how much of an effort that is depends on the person and how she feels about them that moment in time.
Most of the time when she tries to help anyway, she tends to make more problems than solutions. Xia can't seem to say the right thing ever, and she tends to point out the bad instead of the good. She tends to just be pessimistic like that, always a "glass half empty" sort of girl. Even more than that, she quite uncertain of what to do most of the time anyway so even when she says something, she often changes her mind right afterward. The girl however is one of the coyest, and hardest people to read that you could ever meet. Actually, Xia hates to show her emotions to anyone. They are a secret for only her and her flit to know, and the only time she can't hold them back is when she is performing. As her mother told her before she died, "If you do not dance from your heart, you shouldn't dance at all. You are nothing without that."
History:
The Daughter of a Harper and dragonrider, Xiana was conceived in the Weyr during a mating flight, however she never was born or raised there. In fact, her mother returned to the small hold that she was bound to and never told the girl's father she was with child. There, she gave birth and for so much of Xia's life, everything was perfect...or as perfect as it could be up North. When she was young, her mother fell ill however with many other holdsfolk. The Lord refused to let the lesser people receive as much treatment as well, and in the end, her mother passed away.
Not long after, she was sent back to the Weyr to be taken care of by her father and the Harpers there. She was to start her apprenticeship and learn under their tutelage. It was different, so very different, but she slowly adjusted to her new life. Not that she liked it though. The Harpers noticed it first, the withdrawal that came over her. Xiana only let her emotions show whenever she was dancing. Anything else was secret as secret could be. Wrapped up, protected in a web of lies and deception.
Only a month ago she was searched out properly by one of the dragons, it seemed that none had actually looked at her closely enough to realize she was capable of impressing. So, once again she has been placed in a life she has not chosen...if only to please the one person left in her family.
As a way of making it up to his daughter, though put through the pretense of trying to bond with her, Xiana's dad bought her a large firelizard egg. It hatched only a few days ago, a Bronze slipping from its shell and quickly being dubbed Niro.
It wasn't long after though that Xiana decided being a candidate was not what she wanted in her life, and she became bitter. Even after meeting and somewhat befriending another candidate who felt out of place she still was not content. It didn't seem to matter though, because the hatching came and she was meant to go...and in the middle of it she started to leave only to be run over by her very on pink dragonet, Tasth.
"The Pink was starting to catch something from the humming in the air. The beginning of a melody. As the possibility came to her, she suddenly had a rush of inspiration. Oh, the lovely pitch of each note! If she tried to fit them all together there where so many ways to do it. She had to try it. A simple chain of three hums in order of pitch was heard, and made the Pink's eyes whirl with excitement. If there was one thing she had to do from now on, it was this. Not the humming, she wasn't trying to sound good, it was about the notes together, making new ways to put them in place. The dragonet stood up and bounced over to the female candidates, far too excited. She had to share this! She arrived at the bundle of girl and abruptly turned to the right, heading to the end of the row. Without slowing much she turned, heading around the back of the candidates. Then she ran straight behind all the candidates, too excited to slow much until she got to hers. So it meant that she didn't quite stop in time and bumped into Xiana. It didn't stem her enthusiasm though. XianaLove! Listen to this. The Pink hummed three notes, strung together. Oh doesn't it just sound like it could be part of something grand? Tasth would very much like to get started to make it perfect. Only, I think I'm hungry. Maybe we can work on it while I eat?"=Temperath's Hatching. Tasth's Impression post.
Adoption?: Nope.
Pink Tasth (Tas-th)
About: Tasth loves music, but more than that she isn't content to be just a lover of music. She wants to create it. This pink wants to compose music, even though it might take time for her to wrap her head around music with more than one part to it. Once she has a melody she likes, hers will be the first to hear of it. She is remarkably energetic when she is inspired, but tends to be much more mellow otherwise.
Adult length: 28 feet
Hex: d965c7Dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along)
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder, where those years have gone?)
