Post by Darwin on Jan 30, 2019 5:54:11 GMT -8
Name: Moiral Skye
Pronunciation: Moee-ral
Gender: Female/hetero
Age: 22
Turnday: M3.D15.T3057
Weyr: RMW
Rank: Flame Wherhandler
Family:
Mother- Moria, Journeywoman Healer, 58, CSH
Father- Alleran, Journeyman Smith, 61, CSH
Brother- Morrian, Journeyman Smith, 34
Sister- Allemora, Journeywoman Harper, 30
Sister- Eria of Citrine Eriask, 27/8, RMW
Brother- R'lan of Grey M Larseth, 25/5
Sister- Oria, Candidate, 24, RMW
Weyrmate: currently open
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none
Appearance: Moiral has dark skin and is tall for her age. She stands at 6 feet even. And looks like she won't grow any more. She is not lanky, as someone with her height might look. She's healthy and muscled. She weighs 195 pounds. She has an exotic look about her. She has a soft bronzed skin tan from being outside most of her childhood. Her face is heart shaped, and her eyes, a soft brown in color, are a bit slanted with the outer corners of her eyes moved upwards. Her eyebrows are naturally thin and shaped. She prefers to wear clothing that will allow her to move easily, whether she is walking or helping with some other task that requires a range of movement. She usually has long hair reaching to the middle of her back in long black waves, but she's cut it to her shoulders to manage it better. She usually has it back in a runner's tail to keep the majority of it from getting into her face when she's working. She typically wears earthy colors, browns, greens, golds, bronzes. She loves a belt that her foster parents had bartered to get for her 15th birthing day. She wears it with everything. It's black with silver tooled studs.
Personality: Moiral is a confidant, tomboyish, and stubborn young lady. She is confidant in her abilities as a person and will not listen to anyone that bullies her. She is her own person and she knows it. She is polite and considerate, not one that resorts to bullying another person into doing something. She’ll ask. If the person says ‘no’, then she’ll leave it at that. She is one of the few girls that isn’t afraid to get dirty and isn’t afraid to wrestle either. She simply loves the challenge of getting physical to try and best her opponent, male or female. Though she has yet to meet another female that would wrestle with her.
She is stubborn when it comes to something she has set her mind to. And nothing will change her mind. She loves children and babies of any species. She hopes to have a child or two when she’s older but she has the patience to wait and she uses it when dealing with children. She had been told by one or two older women that she would make a wonderful mother should she have any children of her own and takes those words to heart. She hopes to impress and is wanting to try for a fire lizard, but she hasn’t been lucky with either yet. She has a crush on a male Candidate, but she’s not telling.
History: Moiral was born as the third child of six. She was born at Aphe Hold to a Journeyman Healer, Moria, and a Journeyman Smith, Alleran. She was always on the move almost right after birth. She could not keep still for a full ten minutes. She was running with the group of children pulling pranks or finding some kind of mischief. Though she wasn’t the prank kind of child. She had never pulled a prank on anyone. She was just with them for the laughs. Or the punishment when caught, since she was with them. She loved to go for rides on runners at the age of six turns. Her oldest brother, Morrian, taught her to ride in his spare time. And she loved it every moment of it. By the time she was twelve turns, she could ride a runner bareback and only the bridle.
She would often go off on her own on a runner on rest days. She would head to the nearest beach she knew of and just lay on the beach and watch the waves of the ocean. For a few months after she’d turned 12, Moiral gave some thought to what craft she wanted to apprentice too. She didn’t want to stay at home all her life and not do anything useful. Though helping to clean and cook was useful. She settled on the Baker craft and apprenticed to the Senior Journeyman Cook of Aphe Hold. She studied hard and worked just as hard.
She had just barely turned 13 turns when a blue Searchrider arrived on Search for a clutch at Rainbow Mists Weyr. Moiral ran out with the other Holder children and waited. She was bubbling over with the giggles and happiness when she was Searched. She readily agreed and left with the Searchrider that same day with two other new Candidates. She was completely overwhelmed when she arrived at Rainbow Mists Weyr. She quickly learned what she needed to know to survive in the Weyr. Not long after arriving at the Weyr, Moiral was taken in by one of the cooks. Though it wasn‘t an official apprenticeship at all. She worked hard and made a few friends. She wanted to help feed the people of the Weyr. On 74.08.11, she heard there was need for Candidates for eggs that a Crimson had been hording. She was amused and eagerly joined a group of Candidates. She hoped to bond to one of the cute little babies and a handsome little Flame came 'stalking' towards her. He pounced on her feet and nipped her right ankle, blooding her. A bowl was thrust into her hands and she knelt down and picked up the Flame wherlet and took him outside to feed him. He began calling himself Moirask.
Adoption?: No
Wher's Name: Moirask
Wher’s Gender: Male
Wher's Age: 5 (Hatched 3074.08.11)
Wher's Color: Flame
Wher's Appearance: The first thing to notice about this particular wher is purely how massive he is! He seems to have jumped a few sizes on the charts, making him one of the larger Flame Whers. Well, for the moment, as he stands easily the size of a small Brown. He is built for endurance and stamina, strength to be challenged, and a force to be reckoned with, stocky creature that he is. His wings are thick and wider than normal, though his wingspan is a touch smaller, his two tipped tail long and gracefully thinning.
His base shade is a pale yellow, almost gold color, though he lacks the direct glossy sheen that shimmers like those of metallic shades. His hide is blotched with what look to be dark red flames licking at his body, heating up the pure look of him. Still, these hungry flames only add to his beauty, though they are not as swirly as some have been seen to be, his are distinctly manly, giving no doubt in his firm masculinity.
Wher's Personality: Though he tries hard to please his handler, this little Wher has a bit of an attention span issue. Easily distracted and a little socially awkward he tends to play a little too rough with his fellow Whers and inadvertently stirs up trouble. For the most part he seems good natured if a bit uneasy around other Whers and especially around dragons. He doesn't seem to mind firelizards in the least and in fact seems to prefer their company over other Whers and dragons. With proper training he should turn out to be a superb and slightly smarter than your average wher partner.
Wher's History: Dalonia quickly intercepted, slammed the heel of her palm into the side of his head and shoving his head away. “Back off, you smelly wretch! I’d just as soon bathe in Thread as let you keep even one of your monstrous spawn!” Her voice was low and very nearly a growl and while she faced off with the Crimson, two of the three rolling eggs began to crack, dropping bits of shell here and there. Finally, out of the larger of the two eggs, a dark blue and black hind leg emerged causing it to roll suddenly to one side and crash into the smallest of the three eggs. In a matter of seconds, the Citrine—who was now busy trying to gum a shell shard to death—was joined by a rather disoriented Midnight and a flailing Flame.
RP Sample: Soft whispers drifted from the darkened tunnel. Soft sobs and a soft croon. A few moments later a young woman and her Flame wher stepped out of the tunnel. Moiral wiped the tears from her cheeks. Instinctively, her left hand reached for her Flame's headknobs and gently petted them. "Everything will be okay," she said softly.
Flame Moirask crooned softly again. Urrrggg.. urrrggg... Moirask crooned to his.
Moiral chuckled and knelt beside her wher. "Yes, my handsome Moirask, you make it okay," she told him, giving him a hug. Now all she had to do was see a Healer just to make sure her calculations where correct and see about making sure she doesn't lose this baby.
Pronunciation: Moee-ral
Gender: Female/hetero
Age: 22
Turnday: M3.D15.T3057
Weyr: RMW
Rank: Flame Wherhandler
Family:
Mother- Moria, Journeywoman Healer, 58, CSH
Father- Alleran, Journeyman Smith, 61, CSH
Brother- Morrian, Journeyman Smith, 34
Sister- Allemora, Journeywoman Harper, 30
Sister- Eria of Citrine Eriask, 27/8, RMW
Brother- R'lan of Grey M Larseth, 25/5
Sister- Oria, Candidate, 24, RMW
Weyrmate: currently open
Friends: (would love some)
Pets: none
Appearance: Moiral has dark skin and is tall for her age. She stands at 6 feet even. And looks like she won't grow any more. She is not lanky, as someone with her height might look. She's healthy and muscled. She weighs 195 pounds. She has an exotic look about her. She has a soft bronzed skin tan from being outside most of her childhood. Her face is heart shaped, and her eyes, a soft brown in color, are a bit slanted with the outer corners of her eyes moved upwards. Her eyebrows are naturally thin and shaped. She prefers to wear clothing that will allow her to move easily, whether she is walking or helping with some other task that requires a range of movement. She usually has long hair reaching to the middle of her back in long black waves, but she's cut it to her shoulders to manage it better. She usually has it back in a runner's tail to keep the majority of it from getting into her face when she's working. She typically wears earthy colors, browns, greens, golds, bronzes. She loves a belt that her foster parents had bartered to get for her 15th birthing day. She wears it with everything. It's black with silver tooled studs.
Personality: Moiral is a confidant, tomboyish, and stubborn young lady. She is confidant in her abilities as a person and will not listen to anyone that bullies her. She is her own person and she knows it. She is polite and considerate, not one that resorts to bullying another person into doing something. She’ll ask. If the person says ‘no’, then she’ll leave it at that. She is one of the few girls that isn’t afraid to get dirty and isn’t afraid to wrestle either. She simply loves the challenge of getting physical to try and best her opponent, male or female. Though she has yet to meet another female that would wrestle with her.
She is stubborn when it comes to something she has set her mind to. And nothing will change her mind. She loves children and babies of any species. She hopes to have a child or two when she’s older but she has the patience to wait and she uses it when dealing with children. She had been told by one or two older women that she would make a wonderful mother should she have any children of her own and takes those words to heart. She hopes to impress and is wanting to try for a fire lizard, but she hasn’t been lucky with either yet. She has a crush on a male Candidate, but she’s not telling.
History: Moiral was born as the third child of six. She was born at Aphe Hold to a Journeyman Healer, Moria, and a Journeyman Smith, Alleran. She was always on the move almost right after birth. She could not keep still for a full ten minutes. She was running with the group of children pulling pranks or finding some kind of mischief. Though she wasn’t the prank kind of child. She had never pulled a prank on anyone. She was just with them for the laughs. Or the punishment when caught, since she was with them. She loved to go for rides on runners at the age of six turns. Her oldest brother, Morrian, taught her to ride in his spare time. And she loved it every moment of it. By the time she was twelve turns, she could ride a runner bareback and only the bridle.
She would often go off on her own on a runner on rest days. She would head to the nearest beach she knew of and just lay on the beach and watch the waves of the ocean. For a few months after she’d turned 12, Moiral gave some thought to what craft she wanted to apprentice too. She didn’t want to stay at home all her life and not do anything useful. Though helping to clean and cook was useful. She settled on the Baker craft and apprenticed to the Senior Journeyman Cook of Aphe Hold. She studied hard and worked just as hard.
She had just barely turned 13 turns when a blue Searchrider arrived on Search for a clutch at Rainbow Mists Weyr. Moiral ran out with the other Holder children and waited. She was bubbling over with the giggles and happiness when she was Searched. She readily agreed and left with the Searchrider that same day with two other new Candidates. She was completely overwhelmed when she arrived at Rainbow Mists Weyr. She quickly learned what she needed to know to survive in the Weyr. Not long after arriving at the Weyr, Moiral was taken in by one of the cooks. Though it wasn‘t an official apprenticeship at all. She worked hard and made a few friends. She wanted to help feed the people of the Weyr. On 74.08.11, she heard there was need for Candidates for eggs that a Crimson had been hording. She was amused and eagerly joined a group of Candidates. She hoped to bond to one of the cute little babies and a handsome little Flame came 'stalking' towards her. He pounced on her feet and nipped her right ankle, blooding her. A bowl was thrust into her hands and she knelt down and picked up the Flame wherlet and took him outside to feed him. He began calling himself Moirask.
Adoption?: No
Wher's Name: Moirask
Wher’s Gender: Male
Wher's Age: 5 (Hatched 3074.08.11)
Wher's Color: Flame
Wher's Appearance: The first thing to notice about this particular wher is purely how massive he is! He seems to have jumped a few sizes on the charts, making him one of the larger Flame Whers. Well, for the moment, as he stands easily the size of a small Brown. He is built for endurance and stamina, strength to be challenged, and a force to be reckoned with, stocky creature that he is. His wings are thick and wider than normal, though his wingspan is a touch smaller, his two tipped tail long and gracefully thinning.
His base shade is a pale yellow, almost gold color, though he lacks the direct glossy sheen that shimmers like those of metallic shades. His hide is blotched with what look to be dark red flames licking at his body, heating up the pure look of him. Still, these hungry flames only add to his beauty, though they are not as swirly as some have been seen to be, his are distinctly manly, giving no doubt in his firm masculinity.
Wher's Personality: Though he tries hard to please his handler, this little Wher has a bit of an attention span issue. Easily distracted and a little socially awkward he tends to play a little too rough with his fellow Whers and inadvertently stirs up trouble. For the most part he seems good natured if a bit uneasy around other Whers and especially around dragons. He doesn't seem to mind firelizards in the least and in fact seems to prefer their company over other Whers and dragons. With proper training he should turn out to be a superb and slightly smarter than your average wher partner.
Wher's History: Dalonia quickly intercepted, slammed the heel of her palm into the side of his head and shoving his head away. “Back off, you smelly wretch! I’d just as soon bathe in Thread as let you keep even one of your monstrous spawn!” Her voice was low and very nearly a growl and while she faced off with the Crimson, two of the three rolling eggs began to crack, dropping bits of shell here and there. Finally, out of the larger of the two eggs, a dark blue and black hind leg emerged causing it to roll suddenly to one side and crash into the smallest of the three eggs. In a matter of seconds, the Citrine—who was now busy trying to gum a shell shard to death—was joined by a rather disoriented Midnight and a flailing Flame.
RP Sample: Soft whispers drifted from the darkened tunnel. Soft sobs and a soft croon. A few moments later a young woman and her Flame wher stepped out of the tunnel. Moiral wiped the tears from her cheeks. Instinctively, her left hand reached for her Flame's headknobs and gently petted them. "Everything will be okay," she said softly.
Flame Moirask crooned softly again. Urrrggg.. urrrggg... Moirask crooned to his.
Moiral chuckled and knelt beside her wher. "Yes, my handsome Moirask, you make it okay," she told him, giving him a hug. Now all she had to do was see a Healer just to make sure her calculations where correct and see about making sure she doesn't lose this baby.
