Chantrea Rider of Moonlight Valhauth Dec 23, 2011 2:05:50 GMT -8
Post by Simile on Dec 23, 2011 2:05:50 GMT -8
PB: Natalie Portman
Name: Chantrea Haldernon "Seraph"
Age: 21 Turns
Father: Rahuol (renegade and warrior. Leader)
Mother: Centelia (renegade, warrior, and hunter, second in command)
Atalia (renegade, one of two possible future leaders)
Cahlet (renegade, apprentice healer)
Caevriel (renegade, eldest sibling, warrior first in line to take over for father)
Henalti (renegade, apprentice harper)
Zimphi, cousin (renegade and healer)
Acordephi, cousin (renegade and healer)
Friends: K'tar of Purple Viarth, D'ziel of Moonlight Hocteth, Dandzael, Svak of Midnight Tsubareth, M'ros of Aurora Argeneth, (H'rarn isn't necessarily a friend... he doesn't seem to like her too well. ^.~)
Pets: Blue Zigfried, Blue Amp
White (f) Almari
Chantrea has developed rather quickly into a woman. Though she is slender, and lacks the muscular tone that the majority of her renegade family has and that of the group with which they travel and... lead. She is surprisingly delicate for a daughter of the leader of their little renegade group. She is the little princess of the group in many ways which can just be seen by the way she looks much more pampered than the others. She is daddy's little princess... but she is most definitely a deadly princess.
Despite the fact that she lacks in physique, she is deceptively strong with thin, wiry muscles that boast greater strength than most would expect. Though... she is by no means particularly strong, but rather fast and agile. She works well with a knife or two and is especially good with a bow and arrow.
With rather well defined lips with a sweet heart shaped shape and with large, almond shaped eyes which are expressive... and alluring... She is a wily creature. Her ears are rather small and easily hidden by her hair when she so wishes. Her nose is longer and a bit more blunt, though not large by any means... it could be considered cute. Her face is angular with sharp plains to what is overall, rather heart shaped as her forehead is wider than her jaw while her face is not particularly long.
Her hair is a dark brown with hints of red in the right light while her skin is on the paler side overall. Her body is rather... accentuated in shape. Especially now that she is developing into a woman.
Chantrea just exudes charm and intrigue to most she sees. There is something about her... perhaps the glint in her dark brown eyes that is alluring and mysterious... and somehow dangerous. Which may be what has seemed to draw men to her so very often. Her stance often exudes a type of quiet and watchful confidence that most don't seem capable of understanding.
Chantrea is something with a quiet confidence that seems nearly unshakable in most situations. Even if she is angry... she doesn't let it show. She is someone who's confidence makes one want to follow. It doesn't detract for the fact that she is a mysterious figure to most with a very alluring, almost darkly alluring, presences about her in her inflections in the way that she holds herself.
However... Chantrea is childish and demanding with a selfish side that has been born through the way she has grown. She is used to having her own way and being the spoiled princess of a younger daughter to a renegade leader... as far as that goes. However. She is feeling the change in the times and in her station.
She is cunning and intelligent, though perhaps not the most skilled and because of this, she is much more dangerous when simply speaking to another person with her sly tongue and quick use of her belt and boot knife. Which she is never without - renegades imply can't afford not to take them with them at all time. Especially ones like her. She is a devious and creative mind which makes for some very interesting plotting for the things she wants and for some very interesting... ways of getting what she wants.
She is the kind who will always look after those around her. She will protect those she can protect and she will defeat those she can... Even if it means commanding others to help her do so. That is... when she has the authority over them.
That's another thing. She hates the idea of not having some kind of power or control and the fact of the matter is, that is in part because she has always lived in the shadow of her older siblings.
Under this facade lies a truly insecure if stubborn girl. She acts high and mighty and loves what little power she has because that is what she takes her confidence from. It may be hard for her to have a real or good relationship with men. Especially considering the relationship she has had with her father and her eldest brother as well. Affections mean little to her as they usually just mean deception. Everyone is a liar who cannot be trusted.
Despite what beauty she does have, she does not see herself as beautiful... Though she acts like she does, but really... she will do anything to try to make herself look more beautiful while remaining highly functional and without maiming herself. She despises the idea of becoming scarred, though it is a distinct possibility and has probably happened from time to time, though most are unnoticeable. Especially as she has grown and they have faded. Scars just detract from beauty, or so she says. Her sisters have plenty of their own scars and they, in her eyes, are more beautiful than she. Perhaps it is because they just seem so much better than her?
"You'll be the next leader, Rahuol. Pick your second wisely." The words were cold, impartial. Her father had been named the leader of what was at the time, a small but growing renegade band that would soon come to control many smaller groups reaching further as they traveled and kept moving, masquerading as traders, though most were fierce some warriors, thieves, and hunters with capabilities ranging so greatly that no one could be considered a particular type amongst them. They were ruthless however in all their doings. And, in many a sense, took no prisoners.
They took what they needed at first and no more. But... When Rahuol took over, the renegade group became something of a roaming muscle that joined the crime syndicate which soon seemed to permeate Pern... They have members in many different places while their home group which has traveled and plundered for Turns has been primarily focused on being safe and in control of their own lives and taking care of their own. Though... it would seem that the two often coincided in all their particular... attributes.
It was in his first turn as leader that Rahuol took his second in command as his wife and they became a leading pair. She was the only one worthy of him in his personal opinion and, not long after their marriage.... Their first child, a boy by name of Caevriel was born. From the moment of his birth, he was a strong and capable young man in his father's eyes. Perfect for an heir. And he would teach and train him from the moment he could walk to be that heir... but it was not long after that his wife would give birth to their first daughter, Atalia. A beautiful baby who grew into an even more beautiful woman who proved herself to be a fierce some warrior and capable leader even to rival her brother.
It didn't take too long for her parents to have their second son and daughter, Cahlet, their daughter, and Henalti, their youngest son. However... it took a few more years before Centelia gave birth to their youngest daughter, Chantrea who would forever live in the shadow of her siblings... Especially her eldest sister Atalia.
She grew and, was much more the pride of her mother than the envy or pride of her father. Her father had his three favorites and another son who trained well with their cousins. He was a good enough leader at the time. Not the greatest. He really didn't show much potential in Rahuoll's eyes.
Chantrea would be taught by her mother more than her father. Her mother was smart, wily, dangerous and sly as any fox on Earth. If not more so. Her intelligence was great and she did her best to pass this on to Chantrea. But... The thing was, even her mother would put aside things for Atalia where she never seemed to for Chan.
She started to hate her sister and the attention she took from all around her at a very young age. At it only got worse from there. Though most treated her with some respect and even thought her cute, it was what happened to her involving her father and her brothers that made things worse. Not only was she not the favored child or daughter... but she gained... unwanted and abusive attention from her male siblings. Excluding the youngest brother of her family, Henalti.
It started to happen after her mother stopped taking her everywhere with her. Stopped training her that little bit. She was home more... and her father and her two eldest brothers... they seemed to decide to take advantage. After all... She was not strong or great like her two eldest sisters. Little use or importance other than her bloodline.
This was when she started to spend time with her brother Henalti and her cousin Acordephi. When she was with the two young men... she was safe... Usually. And it was they who really helped teach her her tricks. And as she got older, she gained respect.
It was when she was fourteen turns old that she would receive her first of her two blue flitters from her cousin, Acordephi, and his little silver gave her an egg. It was small. Not exactly flashy. Definitely not metallic. But it was definitely time she had her own flitter. All of the renegades in her group had flitters. Well trained ones... And that was something that, even with all around her, made her feel like she fit in a bit more and yet... was still insignificant.
The second blue, Amp was always a noisy thing, a turn younger than His' other blue, but significantly calmer, was acquired from Henalti's little purple. It was really something she had wanted - to get another flitter... but she had hoped for something of higher rank, but that didn't matter, it seemed to her nothing would change her lot in life. Not even as she was entrusted with small missions - thievery, trickery, and other small tasks which required a great whit and a cloak and belt knife alone. She still could not seem to find a way out of her sister's shadow. Even Henalti cast a bigger shadow than her own. It infuriated her. She was never beautiful enough - her sisters were always more so. She was never good enough. Her sisters and her brother were. She was never perfect. And she was somehow not smart enough to gain her mother's attention... so what was she?
A turn in the camp would pass when she was sent to Golden Flight Hold to acquire some marks by any means he deemed necessary as well as to deal with a trader who had ripped off her father who was loathe to send his youngest... though send her he did. With her sister to chaperon her for the most part. Though the two were not hard to separate, Atalia taking the more exciting task (in her mind) of dealing with the loose end. After all... it involved red blood. She loved those kinds of missions.... and left Chan to play the pit-pocket, harlot, or whatever it was that would earn her marks...
But Chantrea would never believe when she found herself standing before a blue dragon (whom Zigfried and Amp found to be something quite amazing) and being chosen to be a Candidate. She accepted and, to this point, it is a wild rumor flowing through the renegade camp on the lips of her sister that she is at the Weyr, either agreeing without permission to be a candidate and abandoning her family and her renegade group.... or was kidnapped. But whatever the case is to them... Atalia cannot be wrong and so... Chantrea may just find herself in a little bit of danger. And the girl knows it, but... the chance is what she needs to change her life.
74.07.28 | Chantrea stands for Archith's second hatching and Impresse to Moonlight(f) Valhauth. This tragic hatching is full of death, misfortune, a new Abyss, and people breaking rules.
Dragon's Name: Valhauth (val-hahth) [vælhaθ]
Dragon’s Gender: Female
Dragon's Age: 4 Months (74.07.28)
Dragon's Color: Moonlight
Hex color: #3f3f3f / #d0c776
Adult size: 34 feet
Valhauth often looks a touch melancholy on the surface, but underneath there is a wealth of inspired notions. She feels the pain of others deeply: a great empath. She holds important the idea of social righteousness and works to see all accepted and loved, through her own actions and conversations to others. That being the case, she has trouble communicating her ideas humbly and can come across as critical and rude.
So too the Moonlight felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was a threatening heaviness that could crush her, she felt the hurt and the wounds and the anger and confusion around here. She had felt them all since her arrival, these things she knew were plaguing those around her. In a slowly resolving swirl she felt the despair of one consciousness resolve into a sharp focus, its hurt agony and sharp loneliness laying itself clearly before her, and she longed to do nothing more than to fill that empty, hurting place and bring to both of them something they struggled to hold onto: hope.
Chantrealove, do not despair. Valhauth shall be your hope. And you shall be mine? the last was a question, a hope of hope, plead for by the young dragonet. She drew near to her, terrified of Archith, but even more desperate to no longer be alone, to be with her Chantrea.