Post by Katlyn on Nov 15, 2010 18:50:44 GMT -5
Last Updated - 29 December 2010
Age: 20
Gender:female
Sexual Orientation: bi (male leanings)
Rank: Rider
Birthplace: south of Southern Boll Hold
Family: Mother:Seanisra - deceased; 31, raider
Father:Slyfer (Slyletifer) - deceased;?, raider
(Siblings etc, feel free to add as many family members as you want.)
Signifigant others: Desverado (D'verado); Ista Weyr as adoptive older brother/part-time guardian
Swift, maybe
Personality: She's a sweetheart at the core. Had she been born a regular holder, and not among the raiders, she would’ve probably been best suited for doing simple, friendly crafting, like harpering or beastcrafting. That sort of thing. But instead she was born to a group of raiders and so that sweetheart nature of hers is hidden by the hard, tough, trouble maker nature she had to develop to survive her clan. While she was loved, she was never spoiled. She’s serious about work and does it to the best of her ability. She’s got a practical jokester side to her though, and isn’t afraid to make things fun. Seleti is also loyal and compassionate. Earn her trust, and you’ll have it for life. She’s a good shoulder to cry on, and will listen to anything. At the same time though, she’s also shy, wary of others, even suspicious to an extent. Never get on her bad side, for she holds a grudge, and it’s hard to get her to let it go. Most
recently, though, she is terrified of the dark, she’s got something that haunts her, and she is very much more stubborn than she used to be.
Physical Appearance: Seleti is small. She was born small and she’s stayed small…almost childlike to an extent. The girl barely touches five foot tall, is thin, though not sickly or lankily so. She’s definitely got the definition of muscles about her, when in top condition. Don’t estimate her because of her size, because she’s got the reflexes of a well trained fighter, when needed. Golden brown hair is cut rather raggedly, however it’s got enough of a natural curl to it that it looks good on her head. Sun-light caused light blond streaks to show through, which hitting it the right way. Her face is slightly square in nature, but round enough to be considered cute. Cute at best, at least. Nose and mouth are settled rather evenly, squarely. Instead, her most predominate feature are her eyes. The left eye is a simple, grey-blue, nothing particularly spectacular about it. It’s her right eye which catches attention however. The
majority of it is that same grey-blue as her left eye, however a section in the lower half is a light, almost woody brown, which blends into the blue with a sort of hazelish appearance. She was born this way, and no one was able to explain it. Thankfully, however, her sight is in no way diminished by the strangeness. Light tan skin is slightly speckled by scars here and there, mostly around her arms, though there’s nothing too serious. Unlike many of her clan, she has no identifying marks or tattoos.
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History: Seleti was born in the forests south of Sothern Boll. She was born to a group of raiders (river raiders to be exact), a bit of odd luck for her, but as people say, you can’t pick your family. Luck wasn’t even less so with her and her family when she was born. The labor had complications, and the clan’s healers were unable to do anything to save her mother. She was both first and last born to her family, and grew up with only her father as a close family member for the longest time. The biggest controversy surrounding her birth however was her odd eye coloring. No one knew how to take it, but many assumed that she was in some way disabled because of it. It would be until she was almost five years old, when she asked her father why everyone else was learning things that she was not, that it became known her eye sight was perfectly normal and fine.
The late start to her raider ‘training’ spurred her to try very hard. She hated the feeling of being left behind and even at such a young age took such things very seriously, everything from learning out to fight to the very delicate dealings of ships and their workings, without doing the actual sailing quiet yet...things like the small chores, wind stuff, ship formations...things that would need to be known when she actually did start sailing. Within a year, she had already caught up and even exceeded many of the other children her age. Part of her motivation came from a young man named Desverado. Her father was his mentor, of a sort, and she very much looked up to him, even as an older brother. He was very important to her, and always very much a part of her life. So much so that when her father was killed shortly after her 7th year, it would be him that she started to rely on. But less than a year later, while they were in a hold as mere
passerbys, he was searched, leaving her to fend for herself in a clan of raiders.
It would be after his Search that she participated in the first ‘raid', shortly after her 9th birthday. Really, it wasn’t too terribly much of a raid. Her small size and stature served to gain sympathy from the poor, unknowing holders. Her task was a simple one: go in, look around, figure out what things were where, and when they weren’t looking sneak back out. It was such a success that she even got a bit of food out of the holders from it. She did that three times, before she grew bolder.
Word had somewhat gotten through to the other holds what was going on. A young, thin, sickly looking girl would show up at a hold, wander around, and then disappear in the night. A few days later, there would be a raid, things would go missing. What people noticed the most was how the girl had such strange eyes. Her fourth, and pretty much final mission, was to a hold that’d gotten such information. It didn’t help that she’d snuck in during the middle of the night and snuck items and things out, little trinkets that would gain her a bit of status among the clan. And when she went back the next day, instead of welcoming the pitiful little girl with open arms, a guard was summoned, and she was kept in a small room. No raid came that week, and Seleti thought that perhaps she’d been abandoned. Des was no longer part of the clan, and so she had no one to really speak for her. A week after her capture, two men snuck in, grabbed her up, and got
her out. It was the last time she got sent out on a mission.
Then they started hearing keens from the weyrs. Des suddenly returned to the clan, another person in tow, and two dragons. He’d impressed, and he’d brought a friend with him. They were trying to escape the plague which had struck dragonkind. The clan went south. It was a short journey, the clan having quite a bit of sailing experience. Lucky Seleti, it was the perfect opportunity for her to put her sailing skills to better experience, something that she ended up excelling quiet well at, despite her very young age. A small hold was established there, where the two riders were able to keep refuge, and the clan settled into a somewhat easy life. The same raider training continued, people still fought, and things for her got better. Des was back, after all. She had someone to consider family again, and she even liked the girl he’d brought with her, though she was weyrborn. After a little while, she’d even grown in love with the dragons.
Unbeknowst to them, another raider clan had fled south as well, to escape the holds’ continuing efforts to fight of the holdless ones who would take from them. Their establishment, however, was far enough away that when they finally did make contact, very little conflict occurred. Each had enough land to not need to fight the other. There was no need for raids. Instead the family spent the next many turns very much in relaxation, though they would never once let their skills drop. Fights turned into friendly competitions to keep their skills honed, and so did sailing. There, in the south, she would develop into a very good sailor, though perhaps not as skilled as the clans elders, of course.
After her sixteenth birthday, Des and his friend decided to return to the north in hopes that there were still dragons. Seleti was left behind again, though not for long. Life in the south, in the clan, wasn’t the same without the man who’d she’d looked to as a father figure most of her life, let alone the dragons she’d fallen in love with. She crafted a make shift ship, which she thought would be enough to get her back north. With her knowledge of the stars, sailing, a week’s supply of dried food, and a hope of luck, she set out one night. Her trip was short, and she wouldn’t’ve made it anyway.
She’d run into the other clan, a much larger ship, which took hers captive. It was destroyed easily. The captain was furious, for they’d been the leaders of that sea until then. They dragged her back to their camp, where she was locked away in a small cave. Her clan had known her intentions, and so no one would be there to come for her. They expected that she’d be able to make the journey quite easily. She was starved, beaten, kept tied up and hidden in the dark. She doesn’t even know how long she was there, because it was so long that she became afraid of the dark. And then the clan came to a decision. They were going to head north.
So she endured a journey north shoved down below deck, out of sight, out of mind. Her one luck was they’d left her free enough to move, because they knew they’d be able to kill her easily if she tried escaping. It gave her a bit of time to recover a bit of her strength by eating what she stole. The clan landed on the largest of a small series of islands a bit south of Ista Island, and again she found herself locked away in the dark. It would come to be that pure darkness, not that of night under stars or moons, would terrify her. At least there, in the north, they were a bit more willing to keep her somewhat fed.
It would be in the middle of the day, when she heard that the clan who was keeping her hostage would be going on a raid. A large hold, she’d heard. Somewhere in the east. She was told not try any funny business, but she’d already formed a plan. Raids took days, and after the majority of the clan had left, she worked carefully to keep track on who was there. Her guards were individuals not much older than her, and she heard no one but older individuals more likely to sleep at night than anything, plus younger children. Her captors had been careless when they’d selected her prison, and in the time she’d been there, she’d found a sharp, long rock, which she’d hidden out of sight.
It was with this rock that she cut herself free the third night the majority of the clan was gone. It was hunger and desperation, fueled by a stubborn need to escape that would help her succeed in her plan that night. That and luck. Her guards were dozing, as they’d been certain their prisoner couldn’t escape. That was her first bout of luck. Using that knife-like rock, killing them was easy for the desperate girl. She had surprise on her side, sneaking up on them from behind. By the time she’d finished, they were left gutted, and unable to scream. Theirs was a slow, ugly death.
Using the skills of stealth that she’d gained and honed as a child, she slowly slipped through the camp, mostly empty as everyone there was sound asleep in the night. Barefooted, it was easy not to make a sound. She had quite a bit more luck that night. No more guards were stationed around the camp. No one had ever expected her to escape, let alone get past those two that were there guarding her. A shortage area was kept unguarded, and she was easily, and quietly, able get what she thought would be enough food and a few knives. By the time she’d gotten to the beach, the moons where half way into the sky. The stars were clear. And it was her surprise to find that the boats, how very few of them existed, were unwatched.
She would take the smallest of them, though hard to handle alone it would be large enough to manage the rest of her journey. Again, she would use those skills of sailing and knowledge of the stars to navigate. For a girl who’d spent the last long while tied up, the trip she planned would be hard, but her stubborness gave her the determination to try. Unfortunately strong westerly blowing winds were sending her away from where she wanted to go, the Weyr. Luckily there was land that way, and she would be forced to land just as the storm was hitting.
She ran into another raider named Swift, who had other intentions for the weyr than hers to simply join it. They finally got there, and she was estatic to finally be with people she knew, that is Des and Katlyn. Luck, or at least bad luck, brought the tragedy to come though. She was just a candidate, but it was thanks to her and Swift that candidate master Lorina even survived. She ended up Impressing from the few eggs to survive to green Cheyenth
Dragon
Name: Cheyenth
Age: 2T 12M
Color: Green
Personality: She was the calm, quiet one compared to her sister Cherkeyth. Very even tempered, especially for a green. She rather just make peace and solve solutions nicely, than cause drama.
Appearance: Lean, and thin, though not sickly so because she obviously has muscles about her. She's a deep emerald green, speckled and splotched with more neon green like areas.
Age: 20
Gender:female
Sexual Orientation: bi (male leanings)
Rank: Rider
Birthplace: south of Southern Boll Hold
Family: Mother:Seanisra - deceased; 31, raider
Father:Slyfer (Slyletifer) - deceased;?, raider
(Siblings etc, feel free to add as many family members as you want.)
Signifigant others: Desverado (D'verado); Ista Weyr as adoptive older brother/part-time guardian
Swift, maybe
Personality: She's a sweetheart at the core. Had she been born a regular holder, and not among the raiders, she would’ve probably been best suited for doing simple, friendly crafting, like harpering or beastcrafting. That sort of thing. But instead she was born to a group of raiders and so that sweetheart nature of hers is hidden by the hard, tough, trouble maker nature she had to develop to survive her clan. While she was loved, she was never spoiled. She’s serious about work and does it to the best of her ability. She’s got a practical jokester side to her though, and isn’t afraid to make things fun. Seleti is also loyal and compassionate. Earn her trust, and you’ll have it for life. She’s a good shoulder to cry on, and will listen to anything. At the same time though, she’s also shy, wary of others, even suspicious to an extent. Never get on her bad side, for she holds a grudge, and it’s hard to get her to let it go. Most
recently, though, she is terrified of the dark, she’s got something that haunts her, and she is very much more stubborn than she used to be.
Physical Appearance: Seleti is small. She was born small and she’s stayed small…almost childlike to an extent. The girl barely touches five foot tall, is thin, though not sickly or lankily so. She’s definitely got the definition of muscles about her, when in top condition. Don’t estimate her because of her size, because she’s got the reflexes of a well trained fighter, when needed. Golden brown hair is cut rather raggedly, however it’s got enough of a natural curl to it that it looks good on her head. Sun-light caused light blond streaks to show through, which hitting it the right way. Her face is slightly square in nature, but round enough to be considered cute. Cute at best, at least. Nose and mouth are settled rather evenly, squarely. Instead, her most predominate feature are her eyes. The left eye is a simple, grey-blue, nothing particularly spectacular about it. It’s her right eye which catches attention however. The
majority of it is that same grey-blue as her left eye, however a section in the lower half is a light, almost woody brown, which blends into the blue with a sort of hazelish appearance. She was born this way, and no one was able to explain it. Thankfully, however, her sight is in no way diminished by the strangeness. Light tan skin is slightly speckled by scars here and there, mostly around her arms, though there’s nothing too serious. Unlike many of her clan, she has no identifying marks or tattoos.
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History: Seleti was born in the forests south of Sothern Boll. She was born to a group of raiders (river raiders to be exact), a bit of odd luck for her, but as people say, you can’t pick your family. Luck wasn’t even less so with her and her family when she was born. The labor had complications, and the clan’s healers were unable to do anything to save her mother. She was both first and last born to her family, and grew up with only her father as a close family member for the longest time. The biggest controversy surrounding her birth however was her odd eye coloring. No one knew how to take it, but many assumed that she was in some way disabled because of it. It would be until she was almost five years old, when she asked her father why everyone else was learning things that she was not, that it became known her eye sight was perfectly normal and fine.
The late start to her raider ‘training’ spurred her to try very hard. She hated the feeling of being left behind and even at such a young age took such things very seriously, everything from learning out to fight to the very delicate dealings of ships and their workings, without doing the actual sailing quiet yet...things like the small chores, wind stuff, ship formations...things that would need to be known when she actually did start sailing. Within a year, she had already caught up and even exceeded many of the other children her age. Part of her motivation came from a young man named Desverado. Her father was his mentor, of a sort, and she very much looked up to him, even as an older brother. He was very important to her, and always very much a part of her life. So much so that when her father was killed shortly after her 7th year, it would be him that she started to rely on. But less than a year later, while they were in a hold as mere
passerbys, he was searched, leaving her to fend for herself in a clan of raiders.
It would be after his Search that she participated in the first ‘raid', shortly after her 9th birthday. Really, it wasn’t too terribly much of a raid. Her small size and stature served to gain sympathy from the poor, unknowing holders. Her task was a simple one: go in, look around, figure out what things were where, and when they weren’t looking sneak back out. It was such a success that she even got a bit of food out of the holders from it. She did that three times, before she grew bolder.
Word had somewhat gotten through to the other holds what was going on. A young, thin, sickly looking girl would show up at a hold, wander around, and then disappear in the night. A few days later, there would be a raid, things would go missing. What people noticed the most was how the girl had such strange eyes. Her fourth, and pretty much final mission, was to a hold that’d gotten such information. It didn’t help that she’d snuck in during the middle of the night and snuck items and things out, little trinkets that would gain her a bit of status among the clan. And when she went back the next day, instead of welcoming the pitiful little girl with open arms, a guard was summoned, and she was kept in a small room. No raid came that week, and Seleti thought that perhaps she’d been abandoned. Des was no longer part of the clan, and so she had no one to really speak for her. A week after her capture, two men snuck in, grabbed her up, and got
her out. It was the last time she got sent out on a mission.
Then they started hearing keens from the weyrs. Des suddenly returned to the clan, another person in tow, and two dragons. He’d impressed, and he’d brought a friend with him. They were trying to escape the plague which had struck dragonkind. The clan went south. It was a short journey, the clan having quite a bit of sailing experience. Lucky Seleti, it was the perfect opportunity for her to put her sailing skills to better experience, something that she ended up excelling quiet well at, despite her very young age. A small hold was established there, where the two riders were able to keep refuge, and the clan settled into a somewhat easy life. The same raider training continued, people still fought, and things for her got better. Des was back, after all. She had someone to consider family again, and she even liked the girl he’d brought with her, though she was weyrborn. After a little while, she’d even grown in love with the dragons.
Unbeknowst to them, another raider clan had fled south as well, to escape the holds’ continuing efforts to fight of the holdless ones who would take from them. Their establishment, however, was far enough away that when they finally did make contact, very little conflict occurred. Each had enough land to not need to fight the other. There was no need for raids. Instead the family spent the next many turns very much in relaxation, though they would never once let their skills drop. Fights turned into friendly competitions to keep their skills honed, and so did sailing. There, in the south, she would develop into a very good sailor, though perhaps not as skilled as the clans elders, of course.
After her sixteenth birthday, Des and his friend decided to return to the north in hopes that there were still dragons. Seleti was left behind again, though not for long. Life in the south, in the clan, wasn’t the same without the man who’d she’d looked to as a father figure most of her life, let alone the dragons she’d fallen in love with. She crafted a make shift ship, which she thought would be enough to get her back north. With her knowledge of the stars, sailing, a week’s supply of dried food, and a hope of luck, she set out one night. Her trip was short, and she wouldn’t’ve made it anyway.
She’d run into the other clan, a much larger ship, which took hers captive. It was destroyed easily. The captain was furious, for they’d been the leaders of that sea until then. They dragged her back to their camp, where she was locked away in a small cave. Her clan had known her intentions, and so no one would be there to come for her. They expected that she’d be able to make the journey quite easily. She was starved, beaten, kept tied up and hidden in the dark. She doesn’t even know how long she was there, because it was so long that she became afraid of the dark. And then the clan came to a decision. They were going to head north.
So she endured a journey north shoved down below deck, out of sight, out of mind. Her one luck was they’d left her free enough to move, because they knew they’d be able to kill her easily if she tried escaping. It gave her a bit of time to recover a bit of her strength by eating what she stole. The clan landed on the largest of a small series of islands a bit south of Ista Island, and again she found herself locked away in the dark. It would come to be that pure darkness, not that of night under stars or moons, would terrify her. At least there, in the north, they were a bit more willing to keep her somewhat fed.
It would be in the middle of the day, when she heard that the clan who was keeping her hostage would be going on a raid. A large hold, she’d heard. Somewhere in the east. She was told not try any funny business, but she’d already formed a plan. Raids took days, and after the majority of the clan had left, she worked carefully to keep track on who was there. Her guards were individuals not much older than her, and she heard no one but older individuals more likely to sleep at night than anything, plus younger children. Her captors had been careless when they’d selected her prison, and in the time she’d been there, she’d found a sharp, long rock, which she’d hidden out of sight.
It was with this rock that she cut herself free the third night the majority of the clan was gone. It was hunger and desperation, fueled by a stubborn need to escape that would help her succeed in her plan that night. That and luck. Her guards were dozing, as they’d been certain their prisoner couldn’t escape. That was her first bout of luck. Using that knife-like rock, killing them was easy for the desperate girl. She had surprise on her side, sneaking up on them from behind. By the time she’d finished, they were left gutted, and unable to scream. Theirs was a slow, ugly death.
Using the skills of stealth that she’d gained and honed as a child, she slowly slipped through the camp, mostly empty as everyone there was sound asleep in the night. Barefooted, it was easy not to make a sound. She had quite a bit more luck that night. No more guards were stationed around the camp. No one had ever expected her to escape, let alone get past those two that were there guarding her. A shortage area was kept unguarded, and she was easily, and quietly, able get what she thought would be enough food and a few knives. By the time she’d gotten to the beach, the moons where half way into the sky. The stars were clear. And it was her surprise to find that the boats, how very few of them existed, were unwatched.
She would take the smallest of them, though hard to handle alone it would be large enough to manage the rest of her journey. Again, she would use those skills of sailing and knowledge of the stars to navigate. For a girl who’d spent the last long while tied up, the trip she planned would be hard, but her stubborness gave her the determination to try. Unfortunately strong westerly blowing winds were sending her away from where she wanted to go, the Weyr. Luckily there was land that way, and she would be forced to land just as the storm was hitting.
She ran into another raider named Swift, who had other intentions for the weyr than hers to simply join it. They finally got there, and she was estatic to finally be with people she knew, that is Des and Katlyn. Luck, or at least bad luck, brought the tragedy to come though. She was just a candidate, but it was thanks to her and Swift that candidate master Lorina even survived. She ended up Impressing from the few eggs to survive to green Cheyenth
Dragon
Name: Cheyenth
Age: 2T 12M
Color: Green
Personality: She was the calm, quiet one compared to her sister Cherkeyth. Very even tempered, especially for a green. She rather just make peace and solve solutions nicely, than cause drama.
Appearance: Lean, and thin, though not sickly so because she obviously has muscles about her. She's a deep emerald green, speckled and splotched with more neon green like areas.
