Post by lucidmaus on Dec 11, 2018 9:24:47 GMT -8
Name: Ulyana Seaborn
Pronunciation: oo-luh-YAH-nah see-bohr-n
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Turnday: 3062.01.15
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dream Weyrling / Sr. Apprentice Weaver
Family:
Father: Unknown
Mother: Yulinya (surname unknown)
Adoptive Mother: Lyuba Shipborn-Sherizan (Sr. J'man Seacrafter, +45 turns)
Adoptive Father: Grigoriy Sherizan (Master Healer, +55 turns)
Friends: The sea, stones, and ice.
Pets: None
Appearance: She's a diminutive figure, at 5'0" in height and with a delicate build. Her mannerisms are birdlike and quick, without much in the way of hesitation. Her hair is long and black, often bound in braids and looped into a bun at the back of her head. Crochet hooks or knitting needles are employed to keep the bun in place. Her eyes are a pale gray, leeched of all other color, and serve to complement her pale skin. Her features are severe, too sharp to be considered conventionally pretty. Everything of her is composed of sharp angles and hard lines; female, yes, but practically carved to the bone.
Her clothing lends itself to practicality and modesty. Most garments are long-sleeved and high-necked, with plenty of buttons. Knitted sweaters and long skirts are a fairly common ensemble for her; the colors are typically nondescript. Bland and functional, always. She is often found with scarves and hats and gloves as well; either as clothing or as a project she's working on. She's never without her work satchel, which is typically full of whatever thread or yarn-related item she's creating.
Personality: She is pragmatic, first and foremost. All things must serve a purpose. She is also fiercely efficient, doing all she can to take care of things as neatly and effectively as possible. She's absolutely a fiend about making sure processes are followed precisely, as well; there is not much room in her mind to allow for deviation from a proven process unless there is a way to improve it. She speaks slowly and deliberately, often taking extra time to parse what others say. She is a quirky sort, all in all, but not unpleasantly so.
History: She was born on rough seas - which should say plenty. Her mother was young and unwed; her father an unknown. Her mother was traveling for reasons known only to her; when the Ulyana was born, Yulinya gave her only a first name and effectively shoved her off onto the seacrafters.
The vessel eventually landed in some small sea-based cothold far to the north and the mother departed in haste, leaving the newborn in a strange state of limbo. Ultimately, Lyuba took her in. She and her husband had never been able to have children, so the strange, seaborn child was a perfect fit for their equally strange family.
It was clear from the beginning that there was no blood shared: Lyuba was blonde, blue-eyed, and tanned; Grigoriy had light brown hair (more salt than pepper, honestly) and brown eyes with dusky skin. And then there was Ulyana, with her black hair, gray eyes, and pale complexion.
The girl was small, but healthy; Grigoriy managed to secure wet nurses until she could be weaned. She was precocious in her youth, a voracious reader and a devourer of knowledge. Yet, she was not especially talkative, preferring to keep her own company. Her inflection was strange and flat, her mannerisms peculiar and methodical.
Those traits were simply accepted by her adoptive parents, while her desire for knowledge was thoroughly encouraged.
She wasn't sturdy enough for a life as a seacrafter, nor did she seem to have the stomach to handle the duties of a Healer, but she had the steady hands and quick mind to work as a Weaver, specializing in yarn and threadwork. She was especially talented in the arts of knitting and crochet, with an interest in making lace and doing some embroidery. All aspects of those crafts were fascinating to her, from spinning thread and yarn to dyeing and making luxurious items of them. While she spent most of her time at the crafthall proper, she made regular visits back home.
And while she might have been singularly contented to continue in that track - there came a day when dragons came to their small sea-based cothold in the north while she was visiting there. It was a fluke incident, surely, but the girl was a strange one, prone to seeing portents and signs where, perhaps, there were none.
The stormy blue that picked her of the handful of other youths was utterly intriguing to her and she agreed to take the plunge and venture to Ice Stone Weyr and see what she could make of the eggs hardening on the sands.
Adoption?: Yes
Name: Yomith
Pronunciation: (Yo-myth)
Color: Dream
Gender: Male
Hex Codes: #1d2f55 #4b546a #848994
Adult Size: 28'
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Appearance: He is a small Dream, yes, but size matters little in the end. his hide is a rich navy blue hue, boldly marked with whorls of silvery-gray. He's a bit more delicate in appearance than one might expect, but his smaller size and lighter build make him an excellent flier.
Personality: Yomith adores the night. He loves the quieter hours, since it gives him time to think. Though he may seem cavalier and casual but his mind is very sharp. He has a particular sense for patterns, and is good at coming to the correct answer without fully having answers. Often, he will correctly predict what will occur, without explaining it at all. He might say, for example, that a supply run will be made tomorrow, and refuse to say that he knew two tools broke yesterday and requisitions take a day for approval. It will be harder to get him to use his abilities for any constructive purpose, as he is very whimsical and must be seriously convinced of the need to be involved.
History: Eleventh to hatch and eighth to Impress. Assisted in the hatching of the triple whites.
Flights: None
Pronunciation: oo-luh-YAH-nah see-bohr-n
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Turnday: 3062.01.15
Weyr: Ice Stone Weyr
Rank: Dream Weyrling / Sr. Apprentice Weaver
Family:
Father: Unknown
Mother: Yulinya (surname unknown)
Adoptive Mother: Lyuba Shipborn-Sherizan (Sr. J'man Seacrafter, +45 turns)
Adoptive Father: Grigoriy Sherizan (Master Healer, +55 turns)
Friends: The sea, stones, and ice.
Pets: None
Appearance: She's a diminutive figure, at 5'0" in height and with a delicate build. Her mannerisms are birdlike and quick, without much in the way of hesitation. Her hair is long and black, often bound in braids and looped into a bun at the back of her head. Crochet hooks or knitting needles are employed to keep the bun in place. Her eyes are a pale gray, leeched of all other color, and serve to complement her pale skin. Her features are severe, too sharp to be considered conventionally pretty. Everything of her is composed of sharp angles and hard lines; female, yes, but practically carved to the bone.
Her clothing lends itself to practicality and modesty. Most garments are long-sleeved and high-necked, with plenty of buttons. Knitted sweaters and long skirts are a fairly common ensemble for her; the colors are typically nondescript. Bland and functional, always. She is often found with scarves and hats and gloves as well; either as clothing or as a project she's working on. She's never without her work satchel, which is typically full of whatever thread or yarn-related item she's creating.
Personality: She is pragmatic, first and foremost. All things must serve a purpose. She is also fiercely efficient, doing all she can to take care of things as neatly and effectively as possible. She's absolutely a fiend about making sure processes are followed precisely, as well; there is not much room in her mind to allow for deviation from a proven process unless there is a way to improve it. She speaks slowly and deliberately, often taking extra time to parse what others say. She is a quirky sort, all in all, but not unpleasantly so.
History: She was born on rough seas - which should say plenty. Her mother was young and unwed; her father an unknown. Her mother was traveling for reasons known only to her; when the Ulyana was born, Yulinya gave her only a first name and effectively shoved her off onto the seacrafters.
The vessel eventually landed in some small sea-based cothold far to the north and the mother departed in haste, leaving the newborn in a strange state of limbo. Ultimately, Lyuba took her in. She and her husband had never been able to have children, so the strange, seaborn child was a perfect fit for their equally strange family.
It was clear from the beginning that there was no blood shared: Lyuba was blonde, blue-eyed, and tanned; Grigoriy had light brown hair (more salt than pepper, honestly) and brown eyes with dusky skin. And then there was Ulyana, with her black hair, gray eyes, and pale complexion.
The girl was small, but healthy; Grigoriy managed to secure wet nurses until she could be weaned. She was precocious in her youth, a voracious reader and a devourer of knowledge. Yet, she was not especially talkative, preferring to keep her own company. Her inflection was strange and flat, her mannerisms peculiar and methodical.
Those traits were simply accepted by her adoptive parents, while her desire for knowledge was thoroughly encouraged.
She wasn't sturdy enough for a life as a seacrafter, nor did she seem to have the stomach to handle the duties of a Healer, but she had the steady hands and quick mind to work as a Weaver, specializing in yarn and threadwork. She was especially talented in the arts of knitting and crochet, with an interest in making lace and doing some embroidery. All aspects of those crafts were fascinating to her, from spinning thread and yarn to dyeing and making luxurious items of them. While she spent most of her time at the crafthall proper, she made regular visits back home.
And while she might have been singularly contented to continue in that track - there came a day when dragons came to their small sea-based cothold in the north while she was visiting there. It was a fluke incident, surely, but the girl was a strange one, prone to seeing portents and signs where, perhaps, there were none.
The stormy blue that picked her of the handful of other youths was utterly intriguing to her and she agreed to take the plunge and venture to Ice Stone Weyr and see what she could make of the eggs hardening on the sands.
Adoption?: Yes
Name: Yomith
Pronunciation: (Yo-myth)
Color: Dream
Gender: Male
Hex Codes: #1d2f55 #4b546a #848994
Adult Size: 28'
Hatched: 3079.04.21 (Meteor Shower [Temperanth's Third Hatching])
Dam: Ice Temperanth
Sire: Haze-Iron Irrakath
Appearance: He is a small Dream, yes, but size matters little in the end. his hide is a rich navy blue hue, boldly marked with whorls of silvery-gray. He's a bit more delicate in appearance than one might expect, but his smaller size and lighter build make him an excellent flier.
Personality: Yomith adores the night. He loves the quieter hours, since it gives him time to think. Though he may seem cavalier and casual but his mind is very sharp. He has a particular sense for patterns, and is good at coming to the correct answer without fully having answers. Often, he will correctly predict what will occur, without explaining it at all. He might say, for example, that a supply run will be made tomorrow, and refuse to say that he knew two tools broke yesterday and requisitions take a day for approval. It will be harder to get him to use his abilities for any constructive purpose, as he is very whimsical and must be seriously convinced of the need to be involved.
History: Eleventh to hatch and eighth to Impress. Assisted in the hatching of the triple whites.
Flights: None
