Post by slush on Sept 13, 2014 17:21:23 GMT -8
Name (Pronunciation): Veyala Suvern (Vay-ah-la Soo-vern)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Turnday: 60.07.17
Weyr: Rainbow Mist Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate (formerly Apprentice Weaver)
Family: Mother – Maveiya Suvern; Father – Drenal Suvern; Brother – Madiren Suvern; Nephew – Traren
Friends: none yet at RMW!
Pets: Moonlight Firelizard Drib (male)
Appearance: Veyala isn’t pretty. She has a somewhat boyish figure, with broad shoulders and a distinct lack of feminine curves. Smiles don’t come to her easily; her natural expression appears at best thoughtful, at worst distracted. Her skin is a shade lighter than her brother's olive, and she gets an occasional spattering of few freckles across the bridge of her nose or her shoulders. Her eyes are dark brown and wide, with thankfully thick lashes. Of course, they’re often obscured by strands of long, straight dirty brown-ish hair. The lines of her nose and cheekbones are strong, lending severity to even her neutral expressions. Standing at 5'6", she’s lankier than a girl ought to be, but she carries herself with an austere sort of grace. She has poise that a Lady Holder would envy even if she doesn’t have the body type to match.
Everything about her appearance is fairly staid. Despite being a Weaver’s apprentice, she favors dark, earthy tones over flashy colors, and her usual floor-length skirts are decorated only with discreet embellishments. She’s not much for jewelry, and her enviably-long hair is rarely styled. If it’s free-falling strands irk her, she ties it back with a simple thong or twists it atop her head as she works.
Her smile, when it does appear, is radiant, like her brother’s. It transforms her whole face—she’s still not beautiful in a classic sense, but that smile does make her striking while it lasts.
Personality: Veyala is quiet, reserved. She is a deep thinker, an attentive listener, and a silent observer. Despite her appearance of daydreaming, she drinks in every detail around her, often catching things that others miss. The girl is very bright—if she hadn’t shown such promise as a Weaver, she might’ve been a Harper. Her quick wit appreciates similar gifts in others, and despite her natural aloofness, she can be drawn into stimulating conversation. She is slow to trust, but her insights about people are rarely wrong. Once she’s made a friend, she is a staunch ally for life, unless she is crossed…then forgiveness takes a long time to earn. Still, beneath her cool exterior is a warm heart. She also harbors a deep fondness for creatures of any kind—part of her was tugged toward the Healer or Beastcraft.
Though she appears collected and self-satisfied, Veyala is a perfectionist. She is harshly critical of herself, dwelling on every flaw. She abides by a strict moral code, holding herself to a much higher standard than she would anyone else. As observant as she is, she sees the shades of grey in every situation, and the lack of clear-cut black and white in her life’s choices pains her. She sometimes has trouble giving herself her due credit, but she blossoms under praise from others. Though she has difficulty standing up for herself, she is ruthless in her assertions on behalf of those she loves. Nothing can cause her to explode like threats to those she cares about, and if that happens, the unassuming young lady becomes fearsome.
She grew up singing with her brother, and she, too, often lapses in to song without even realizing it. Her voice is untrained but pleasant, and given enough persistent coaxing, she may be cajoled to sing for an audience—a very small one, mind! She feels rather uncomfortable being the center of attention, perhaps as a result of years of playing tagalong to the vivid Madiren and beautiful Trasendi.
Veyala remains unruffled even in the midst of a crisis. Honestly, not much save recrimination from someone whose high opinion she craves can rock her. One thing that can utterly shatter her calm is being forced into deep water. She has a paralyzing fear of it which stems from an incident in her childhood.
History: Veyala is the younger of two siblings born to Seacrafter parents. Her early years were spent at a Seacraft hall in the south, scampering about with her brother and his dearest friend, Trasendi. For some time, Vel was in awe of the older girl for her delicate, waifish beauty, but gradually she began to form a deep and lasting bond with Trasendi.
As one of the quickest minds in the Hold’s crèche, Veyala could have had her choice of professions—at least among the ones that wouldn’t shun her for her gender. She entertained private daydreams of several different Crafts. The Seacraft certainly didn’t appeal to her. Mastering complicated knots and mending nets brought her more enjoyment than any other aspects of the trade, and it was boasted that no one could secure a knot better than little Vel. As she was the youngest and the only girl, she was the baby of the family. Both Maveiya and Drenal delighted in everything she did. She was the ideal child that balanced out the sometimes-rascally but adorable Madiren.
At the age of 6, Vel had a brush with death which she's never quite forgotten. Her father had been invited on the maiden voyage of a fishing craft he'd built, and she was allowed to go along. Unlike the rest of her family, she didn't spend much time out at sea. Young Veyala was so excited to see shipfish accompanying the boat that she leaned out over the side for a better look. The seas were choppy that day; she fell overboard. Panic consumed her in the water. Though she, like all of the Hall's children, was taught to swim as soon as she could toddle, all that knowledge went out of her mind. She floundered helplessly in the water. One of the fisherman found her, terrified and silent, being supported by one of the dolphins that had been frolicking in the wake of the ship. She's harbored an intense fear of deep water ever since.
When she reached 12, Veyala was apprenticed to the Weavercraft and sent to study under a Journeyman at Cliffside Seahold. Though she missed her family terribly, she felt comforted being surrounded by Fisherfolk, and despite not having her heart set on Weaving, she adapted well to her craft. A wealthy client for whom she made a fine Gather dress even gifted her a firelizard egg as payment! And so she found a friend in her male Moonlight, Drib. She lived a relatively quaint life at Cliffside until correspondence from her brother—who she alone knew had gotten his longtime love Trasendi with child—turned troubling. He was being exiled to the North! And her parents hadn’t breathed a word to her! She begged leave of her teacher and spent most of her savings bribing a courier to transport her with haste back to her Hall, only to find she had missed Madiren by a matter of days.
Instead she found an inconsolable Trasendi. The entirety of the Hall had turned against her for getting pregnant out of wedlock—and not by her intended! Even Maveiya, who treated Trassy as her own for years, shunned the woman now. This was intolerable to Veyala. Thus, risking her apprenticeship and future livelihood, she elected to stay by Trasendi side and provide whatever help she was able.
As it happened, she was on hand with the midwife to assist in the birth of her nephew, Traren. She fell instantly in love with the child and vowed to provide him with all the love his father would, were he able to be here.
It was a scant few sevendays later when two things happened. First, Trasendi received a hastily-scrawled missive from Madiren revealing his intention to flee to the Weyr; and second, a dragon came on Search from Rainbow Mists Weyr. Though Veyala was in hiding—even her parents didn’t know she’d remained in the Hall—the dragon sniffed her out immediately. She was offered the chance to present herself to the Weyr as a Candidate. Though she had long nursed a secret dream of doing just that, she was prepared to refuse. Her place was with Trasendi and Traren. However, the other woman insisted she go. If she were to Impress, she would become a dragonrider and thus be in a far better position to find Madiren than either of them were now. Plus, there could be a Journeyman or Master at the Weyr who might be willing to continue the studies Veyala had precipitously abandoned. She couldn’t stay hidden at the Seacrafthall forever, at any rate.
And so Veyala found herself at Rainbow Mists Weyr, where she waits, consumed with worry for so many different futures.
Adoption: No, I’d rather not.
Dragon Preferences:
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Turnday: 60.07.17
Weyr: Rainbow Mist Weyr
Rank: Dragon Candidate (formerly Apprentice Weaver)
Family: Mother – Maveiya Suvern; Father – Drenal Suvern; Brother – Madiren Suvern; Nephew – Traren
Friends: none yet at RMW!
Pets: Moonlight Firelizard Drib (male)
Appearance: Veyala isn’t pretty. She has a somewhat boyish figure, with broad shoulders and a distinct lack of feminine curves. Smiles don’t come to her easily; her natural expression appears at best thoughtful, at worst distracted. Her skin is a shade lighter than her brother's olive, and she gets an occasional spattering of few freckles across the bridge of her nose or her shoulders. Her eyes are dark brown and wide, with thankfully thick lashes. Of course, they’re often obscured by strands of long, straight dirty brown-ish hair. The lines of her nose and cheekbones are strong, lending severity to even her neutral expressions. Standing at 5'6", she’s lankier than a girl ought to be, but she carries herself with an austere sort of grace. She has poise that a Lady Holder would envy even if she doesn’t have the body type to match.
Everything about her appearance is fairly staid. Despite being a Weaver’s apprentice, she favors dark, earthy tones over flashy colors, and her usual floor-length skirts are decorated only with discreet embellishments. She’s not much for jewelry, and her enviably-long hair is rarely styled. If it’s free-falling strands irk her, she ties it back with a simple thong or twists it atop her head as she works.
Her smile, when it does appear, is radiant, like her brother’s. It transforms her whole face—she’s still not beautiful in a classic sense, but that smile does make her striking while it lasts.
Personality: Veyala is quiet, reserved. She is a deep thinker, an attentive listener, and a silent observer. Despite her appearance of daydreaming, she drinks in every detail around her, often catching things that others miss. The girl is very bright—if she hadn’t shown such promise as a Weaver, she might’ve been a Harper. Her quick wit appreciates similar gifts in others, and despite her natural aloofness, she can be drawn into stimulating conversation. She is slow to trust, but her insights about people are rarely wrong. Once she’s made a friend, she is a staunch ally for life, unless she is crossed…then forgiveness takes a long time to earn. Still, beneath her cool exterior is a warm heart. She also harbors a deep fondness for creatures of any kind—part of her was tugged toward the Healer or Beastcraft.
Though she appears collected and self-satisfied, Veyala is a perfectionist. She is harshly critical of herself, dwelling on every flaw. She abides by a strict moral code, holding herself to a much higher standard than she would anyone else. As observant as she is, she sees the shades of grey in every situation, and the lack of clear-cut black and white in her life’s choices pains her. She sometimes has trouble giving herself her due credit, but she blossoms under praise from others. Though she has difficulty standing up for herself, she is ruthless in her assertions on behalf of those she loves. Nothing can cause her to explode like threats to those she cares about, and if that happens, the unassuming young lady becomes fearsome.
She grew up singing with her brother, and she, too, often lapses in to song without even realizing it. Her voice is untrained but pleasant, and given enough persistent coaxing, she may be cajoled to sing for an audience—a very small one, mind! She feels rather uncomfortable being the center of attention, perhaps as a result of years of playing tagalong to the vivid Madiren and beautiful Trasendi.
Veyala remains unruffled even in the midst of a crisis. Honestly, not much save recrimination from someone whose high opinion she craves can rock her. One thing that can utterly shatter her calm is being forced into deep water. She has a paralyzing fear of it which stems from an incident in her childhood.
History: Veyala is the younger of two siblings born to Seacrafter parents. Her early years were spent at a Seacraft hall in the south, scampering about with her brother and his dearest friend, Trasendi. For some time, Vel was in awe of the older girl for her delicate, waifish beauty, but gradually she began to form a deep and lasting bond with Trasendi.
As one of the quickest minds in the Hold’s crèche, Veyala could have had her choice of professions—at least among the ones that wouldn’t shun her for her gender. She entertained private daydreams of several different Crafts. The Seacraft certainly didn’t appeal to her. Mastering complicated knots and mending nets brought her more enjoyment than any other aspects of the trade, and it was boasted that no one could secure a knot better than little Vel. As she was the youngest and the only girl, she was the baby of the family. Both Maveiya and Drenal delighted in everything she did. She was the ideal child that balanced out the sometimes-rascally but adorable Madiren.
At the age of 6, Vel had a brush with death which she's never quite forgotten. Her father had been invited on the maiden voyage of a fishing craft he'd built, and she was allowed to go along. Unlike the rest of her family, she didn't spend much time out at sea. Young Veyala was so excited to see shipfish accompanying the boat that she leaned out over the side for a better look. The seas were choppy that day; she fell overboard. Panic consumed her in the water. Though she, like all of the Hall's children, was taught to swim as soon as she could toddle, all that knowledge went out of her mind. She floundered helplessly in the water. One of the fisherman found her, terrified and silent, being supported by one of the dolphins that had been frolicking in the wake of the ship. She's harbored an intense fear of deep water ever since.
When she reached 12, Veyala was apprenticed to the Weavercraft and sent to study under a Journeyman at Cliffside Seahold. Though she missed her family terribly, she felt comforted being surrounded by Fisherfolk, and despite not having her heart set on Weaving, she adapted well to her craft. A wealthy client for whom she made a fine Gather dress even gifted her a firelizard egg as payment! And so she found a friend in her male Moonlight, Drib. She lived a relatively quaint life at Cliffside until correspondence from her brother—who she alone knew had gotten his longtime love Trasendi with child—turned troubling. He was being exiled to the North! And her parents hadn’t breathed a word to her! She begged leave of her teacher and spent most of her savings bribing a courier to transport her with haste back to her Hall, only to find she had missed Madiren by a matter of days.
Instead she found an inconsolable Trasendi. The entirety of the Hall had turned against her for getting pregnant out of wedlock—and not by her intended! Even Maveiya, who treated Trassy as her own for years, shunned the woman now. This was intolerable to Veyala. Thus, risking her apprenticeship and future livelihood, she elected to stay by Trasendi side and provide whatever help she was able.
As it happened, she was on hand with the midwife to assist in the birth of her nephew, Traren. She fell instantly in love with the child and vowed to provide him with all the love his father would, were he able to be here.
It was a scant few sevendays later when two things happened. First, Trasendi received a hastily-scrawled missive from Madiren revealing his intention to flee to the Weyr; and second, a dragon came on Search from Rainbow Mists Weyr. Though Veyala was in hiding—even her parents didn’t know she’d remained in the Hall—the dragon sniffed her out immediately. She was offered the chance to present herself to the Weyr as a Candidate. Though she had long nursed a secret dream of doing just that, she was prepared to refuse. Her place was with Trasendi and Traren. However, the other woman insisted she go. If she were to Impress, she would become a dragonrider and thus be in a far better position to find Madiren than either of them were now. Plus, there could be a Journeyman or Master at the Weyr who might be willing to continue the studies Veyala had precipitously abandoned. She couldn’t stay hidden at the Seacrafthall forever, at any rate.
And so Veyala found herself at Rainbow Mists Weyr, where she waits, consumed with worry for so many different futures.
Adoption: No, I’d rather not.
Dragon Preferences:
| Preferred Colors | Any | N/A |
| Cross Impression? | No Preference | If one of my current characters was to cross Impress, I’d rather it be Madiren, but it wouldn’t bother me if Velaya did. |
| Preferred Type(s) of Dragon/Rider Pair | Growth, Opposite, or Complement | I’d like to see Velaya be pushed out of her comfort zone and develop |
| Preferred Personality Traits | Any | N/A |
| Mauling | Yes | Again, as long as she keeps her appendages, I’m good. |
