Post by cerise on Mar 15, 2009 10:51:53 GMT -6
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Player ID: Cerise
Character Number: 5
Anyone Recruit You? Phlyyyy!
Character Info
Name: Phaedra
Rank: Goldrider
Age: 68
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: The once-tall woman is stooped with age; she is no longer a beauty, as she was once considered, but still somewhat dignified. Lines crease her tanned face, along with the rest of her skin - it seems that overexposure to sun, as well as her advanced age, contributed to the deep wrinkles. Her hair is completely grey, a silvery color rather than white, as are her brows and eyelashes. It used to be brown, but those days are long past. It is also clipped short, above her ears, to keep it out of her way.
Threadscores also mar the woman's former loveliness: there is one particularly prominent one across her forehead almost horizontally, and several others on her shoulders and arms. When she was a lot younger, she and her queen were caught in a clump of Thread after coming out of between. They managed to blink out, but the left arm that was in the worst of the Thread was ravaged, particularly the hand. It is essentially just a shriveled, injured lump at this point, crippled with scars and a terrible arthritis. She has lost all use of that wrist and hand, and has limited mobility in the arm.
Her other arm and hand, though scarred, are fully functional; so is the rest of her body. She may be stooped in on herself, victim to that almost shrinking of people of great age, but she has not allowed that to lessen her authority. She still rides against Thread, almost as though she holds a grudge against it for hurting her, and has been lucky since her last, crippling encounter. A flamethrower is hard to work with only one fully-functioning hand, but she manages. For that reason, the muscles in her right arm are substantially stronger than her left.
While she is aged and scarred, the bones of her face show where Phaedra was once beautiful. Her nose is straight, delicate, her cheekbones high, her lips a cupid's bow, and her eyes wide and perfect, dark brown. Though this face is now much changed from what it once was, one can still see vestiges of loveliness and a certain aged dignity in it, even with deep lines and drooping skin. She has also become a little plump in her old age, with a round little midsection and a decent padding of fat over the muscles everywhere else.
Personality: Phaedra is, frankly, a mean old lady. She is irritable, stubborn, self-important, and doesn't like the younger generation - and constantly complains about it! She frequently laments coming forward from the Oldtime, when, she claims, dragonriders were much more respected, herself included. Any time she gets angry, which is often, she will go into some long, rambling story about how much better life was in the old High Reaches Weyr, when T'kul was alive, and so forth and so on...
Truly, she is not a good person. A very strong one, yes, or she would not ride a queen, but not compassionate in the least. She doesn't like children, she doesn't like young riders, she doesn't like the fact that age has taken away from her position... she doesn't like anything, actually. Except her dragon; she rather loves her queen. But Iyernath is the only creature on Pern who is close to her heart.
While she is not kind in the least, she is a very good, very intelligent Threadfighter, and knows more about how to whip young Queenriders into fighting shape with their flamethrowers than almost anyone else still alive on Pern. The fact is, she is too damnably stubborn to stop fighting; it will likely be the death of her, one day. She holds grudges, and just because Thread is not a conscious being doesn't mean she can't hold a grudge against it! Since her injury, she has become a much more canny fighter, and knows her own strengths and weaknesses enough to use them to her advantage. Even if she complains about them.
The only great pleasure that Phaedra has anymore is gossip. She knows everything that happens to everyone in the Weyr, and a great deal that isn't true - the woman has more information than a Harper, some people say. And when she doesn't like someone (well, dislikes them particularly more than everyone else), she will not hesitate to use facts she knows, or even rumors, to utterly destroy them.
For the most part, she is tolerated; she is, after all, an elder dragonrider. And she does know a great deal. But no one is terribly fond of Phaedra, though don't worry - she shares the sentiment.
History: Phaedra was fifteen when she was brought to High Reaches Weyr to stand for a Queen egg; no one truly knows where she lived before then, as she never discusses her past. Fifteen, and the weyr, is where her history begins, as far as she is concerned. Perhaps her childhood was not good, or perhaps it was simply unremarkable, as so many are. At any rate, Phaedra refuses to talk about anything before fifteen, and before Iyernath.
Iyernath was not, actually, the queen that she was originally brought to stand for. A second clutch was laid by one of the younger queens, and from that clutch came Phaedra's gold. Even as weyrlings they were a demanding pair, and when their first flight against Threadfall came, they were more eager than any of the other young dragons. For several Turns, they were perfectly fine - and then, when she was twenty-one Turns old, came the fall that proved to be crippling for her.
Thread was falling wrong - there were too many drafts, a windstorm that was flicking the clumps here and there. When she and Iyernath came out of between, they were almost directly under one side of a patch; Phaedra threw up her left arm to protect herself, so that was what the most Thread got to. The Gold took them between quickly enough that it wasn't fatal, but both of the pair still bear scars from that encounter.
Even though they were both injured, and Phaedra lost most of the mobility of her left hand, once they recovered, they were back in the air, back in the fight, more careful, yes, but even more determined to eliminate Thread. Both of them seemed to hate the menace of the Red Star even more now that it had hurt them, marked them. They would see it gone, if they could.
When Lessa made her ride between times, Thread had ceased to fall. The goldpair followed her to the modern time because they, like many other Oldtimers, were not content that Thread had ceased to fall for the Interval. They went forward to hunt Thread down, to continue the fight they had started the moment they were mature enough to fly.
But their loyalty was always to the High Reaches, and to T'kul; fairly old already and very set in their ways, the pair did not like the changes that had occurred on Pern in four hundred Turns. They did not like the leadership attempts of Benden, they did not like the independence of the crafts and holds, and most of all, they did not like the fact that Iyernath rose only once after the trip between times. The long jumps had ruined them, the pair thought - so when T'kul was exiled to Southern, of course they went with him! At least they would be out of the Northern domains of Benden.
Then all of the deaths, the bizarre asteroid strikes... and all of these hopes resting on a Northern queen egg. Phaedra didn't like it, not one bit, but what could she do? She and Iyernath were too old to take leadership, and they did not want to go back north, back into the clutches of Benden, especially with the illnesses sweeping the lands from the strange satellites. So they remained in Southern, but didn't have to like it!
Dragon/Wher Info
Name: Iyernath
Type: Dragon
Color: Gold
Age: 53
Genealogy: Gold Sandath x Bronze Kalkaloth
Appearance: Like her rider, this gold is changed with age and scars. Her hide was a brilliant, deep orange-burnished gold in her youth; at fifty-three turns of age, it has certainly greyed, becoming an almost dusty shade, as though the metallic shine can no longer come through. Her wings and shoulders are Threadscarred, though honestly her rider got the worst of the injuries from the patch they had flown into. At the time, though, one wing was nearly destroyed by Threadfall.
She is not the largest gold, either, a more wiry creature than anything. Her wings are absolutely huge in comparison to her smaller frame, and the left one has a thicker membrane where she was scarred. Her tail has a small, almost triangular chunk taken out of it in the middle, from a green who thought she was above herself during one of Iyernath's flight. Needless to say, the gold didn't take the offense lightly; the same green has a few scars from the queen's talons.
Personality: Iyernath is a sour queen, unhappy with her fall from power, as well as her loss of desirability with age. She and hers were never true leaders, never the Weyrwomen of High Reaches, but that was because Merika was there; if Iyernath had not failed to rise after the between times trip forward, they might have taken leadership somewhere, if not at Southern itself. But of course, they were too old. The gold has never been happy with the encroachment of age, and she shows it!
Besides flying against Thread, the queen does very little anymore. When the silvery menace is not falling, she is usually found in her weyr, curled up either napping or fuming about some slight or another to her and her rider. Not at all maternal, even to the dragons of her clutching who are still alive, she only has a soft spot for Phaedra. Rarely will the pair be out of the weyr, but if the rider wishes to go somewhere, Iyernath will take her - even if it were to take them forever between.
| ooc: Heeeere's Phaedra! xD You don't have to accept her, of course, but I figure she would be a source of conflict and entertainment for a little while, until she kicks the bucket. Feel free to kill her graphically at any time - I wouldn't mourn, nor would anyone else! |
Player ID: Cerise
Character Number: 5
Anyone Recruit You? Phlyyyy!
Character Info
Name: Phaedra
Rank: Goldrider
Age: 68
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: The once-tall woman is stooped with age; she is no longer a beauty, as she was once considered, but still somewhat dignified. Lines crease her tanned face, along with the rest of her skin - it seems that overexposure to sun, as well as her advanced age, contributed to the deep wrinkles. Her hair is completely grey, a silvery color rather than white, as are her brows and eyelashes. It used to be brown, but those days are long past. It is also clipped short, above her ears, to keep it out of her way.
Threadscores also mar the woman's former loveliness: there is one particularly prominent one across her forehead almost horizontally, and several others on her shoulders and arms. When she was a lot younger, she and her queen were caught in a clump of Thread after coming out of between. They managed to blink out, but the left arm that was in the worst of the Thread was ravaged, particularly the hand. It is essentially just a shriveled, injured lump at this point, crippled with scars and a terrible arthritis. She has lost all use of that wrist and hand, and has limited mobility in the arm.
Her other arm and hand, though scarred, are fully functional; so is the rest of her body. She may be stooped in on herself, victim to that almost shrinking of people of great age, but she has not allowed that to lessen her authority. She still rides against Thread, almost as though she holds a grudge against it for hurting her, and has been lucky since her last, crippling encounter. A flamethrower is hard to work with only one fully-functioning hand, but she manages. For that reason, the muscles in her right arm are substantially stronger than her left.
While she is aged and scarred, the bones of her face show where Phaedra was once beautiful. Her nose is straight, delicate, her cheekbones high, her lips a cupid's bow, and her eyes wide and perfect, dark brown. Though this face is now much changed from what it once was, one can still see vestiges of loveliness and a certain aged dignity in it, even with deep lines and drooping skin. She has also become a little plump in her old age, with a round little midsection and a decent padding of fat over the muscles everywhere else.
Personality: Phaedra is, frankly, a mean old lady. She is irritable, stubborn, self-important, and doesn't like the younger generation - and constantly complains about it! She frequently laments coming forward from the Oldtime, when, she claims, dragonriders were much more respected, herself included. Any time she gets angry, which is often, she will go into some long, rambling story about how much better life was in the old High Reaches Weyr, when T'kul was alive, and so forth and so on...
Truly, she is not a good person. A very strong one, yes, or she would not ride a queen, but not compassionate in the least. She doesn't like children, she doesn't like young riders, she doesn't like the fact that age has taken away from her position... she doesn't like anything, actually. Except her dragon; she rather loves her queen. But Iyernath is the only creature on Pern who is close to her heart.
While she is not kind in the least, she is a very good, very intelligent Threadfighter, and knows more about how to whip young Queenriders into fighting shape with their flamethrowers than almost anyone else still alive on Pern. The fact is, she is too damnably stubborn to stop fighting; it will likely be the death of her, one day. She holds grudges, and just because Thread is not a conscious being doesn't mean she can't hold a grudge against it! Since her injury, she has become a much more canny fighter, and knows her own strengths and weaknesses enough to use them to her advantage. Even if she complains about them.
The only great pleasure that Phaedra has anymore is gossip. She knows everything that happens to everyone in the Weyr, and a great deal that isn't true - the woman has more information than a Harper, some people say. And when she doesn't like someone (well, dislikes them particularly more than everyone else), she will not hesitate to use facts she knows, or even rumors, to utterly destroy them.
For the most part, she is tolerated; she is, after all, an elder dragonrider. And she does know a great deal. But no one is terribly fond of Phaedra, though don't worry - she shares the sentiment.
History: Phaedra was fifteen when she was brought to High Reaches Weyr to stand for a Queen egg; no one truly knows where she lived before then, as she never discusses her past. Fifteen, and the weyr, is where her history begins, as far as she is concerned. Perhaps her childhood was not good, or perhaps it was simply unremarkable, as so many are. At any rate, Phaedra refuses to talk about anything before fifteen, and before Iyernath.
Iyernath was not, actually, the queen that she was originally brought to stand for. A second clutch was laid by one of the younger queens, and from that clutch came Phaedra's gold. Even as weyrlings they were a demanding pair, and when their first flight against Threadfall came, they were more eager than any of the other young dragons. For several Turns, they were perfectly fine - and then, when she was twenty-one Turns old, came the fall that proved to be crippling for her.
Thread was falling wrong - there were too many drafts, a windstorm that was flicking the clumps here and there. When she and Iyernath came out of between, they were almost directly under one side of a patch; Phaedra threw up her left arm to protect herself, so that was what the most Thread got to. The Gold took them between quickly enough that it wasn't fatal, but both of the pair still bear scars from that encounter.
Even though they were both injured, and Phaedra lost most of the mobility of her left hand, once they recovered, they were back in the air, back in the fight, more careful, yes, but even more determined to eliminate Thread. Both of them seemed to hate the menace of the Red Star even more now that it had hurt them, marked them. They would see it gone, if they could.
When Lessa made her ride between times, Thread had ceased to fall. The goldpair followed her to the modern time because they, like many other Oldtimers, were not content that Thread had ceased to fall for the Interval. They went forward to hunt Thread down, to continue the fight they had started the moment they were mature enough to fly.
But their loyalty was always to the High Reaches, and to T'kul; fairly old already and very set in their ways, the pair did not like the changes that had occurred on Pern in four hundred Turns. They did not like the leadership attempts of Benden, they did not like the independence of the crafts and holds, and most of all, they did not like the fact that Iyernath rose only once after the trip between times. The long jumps had ruined them, the pair thought - so when T'kul was exiled to Southern, of course they went with him! At least they would be out of the Northern domains of Benden.
Then all of the deaths, the bizarre asteroid strikes... and all of these hopes resting on a Northern queen egg. Phaedra didn't like it, not one bit, but what could she do? She and Iyernath were too old to take leadership, and they did not want to go back north, back into the clutches of Benden, especially with the illnesses sweeping the lands from the strange satellites. So they remained in Southern, but didn't have to like it!
Dragon/Wher Info
Name: Iyernath
Type: Dragon
Color: Gold
Age: 53
Genealogy: Gold Sandath x Bronze Kalkaloth
Appearance: Like her rider, this gold is changed with age and scars. Her hide was a brilliant, deep orange-burnished gold in her youth; at fifty-three turns of age, it has certainly greyed, becoming an almost dusty shade, as though the metallic shine can no longer come through. Her wings and shoulders are Threadscarred, though honestly her rider got the worst of the injuries from the patch they had flown into. At the time, though, one wing was nearly destroyed by Threadfall.
She is not the largest gold, either, a more wiry creature than anything. Her wings are absolutely huge in comparison to her smaller frame, and the left one has a thicker membrane where she was scarred. Her tail has a small, almost triangular chunk taken out of it in the middle, from a green who thought she was above herself during one of Iyernath's flight. Needless to say, the gold didn't take the offense lightly; the same green has a few scars from the queen's talons.
Personality: Iyernath is a sour queen, unhappy with her fall from power, as well as her loss of desirability with age. She and hers were never true leaders, never the Weyrwomen of High Reaches, but that was because Merika was there; if Iyernath had not failed to rise after the between times trip forward, they might have taken leadership somewhere, if not at Southern itself. But of course, they were too old. The gold has never been happy with the encroachment of age, and she shows it!
Besides flying against Thread, the queen does very little anymore. When the silvery menace is not falling, she is usually found in her weyr, curled up either napping or fuming about some slight or another to her and her rider. Not at all maternal, even to the dragons of her clutching who are still alive, she only has a soft spot for Phaedra. Rarely will the pair be out of the weyr, but if the rider wishes to go somewhere, Iyernath will take her - even if it were to take them forever between.
| ooc: Heeeere's Phaedra! xD You don't have to accept her, of course, but I figure she would be a source of conflict and entertainment for a little while, until she kicks the bucket. Feel free to kill her graphically at any time - I wouldn't mourn, nor would anyone else! |