Name: DamiaAge: 20
Nameday: 3556.6.18
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: ??
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Weyrbrat
Physical Description: 5'9" of pure fury. Well, on a bad day, anyway... but how many days are "good" days, these days? Damia has long jet black hair and piercing pale golden eyes. Her good looks fall somewhere between D'mon and Padmia's, to no one's surprise. Fit and willowy, Damia is on the tall side for a woman.
Personality: Damia, to be perfectly frank, a bit of a hellion. She's good at taking orders and accepting her place, but she won't tolerate bullying. In fact, as a child she was often misconstrued as a bully herself. Not that her mother would have ever allowed her to become one, but there's bossy and then there's what this young sprog got up to. Turns of learning at her mama's elbow trained her to have a steel spine and a no-nonsense attitude.
It's entirely possible that there might have once been high expectations for Damia's future, and Damia absolutely refuses to talk about it. No matter how difficult it is to be a whiterider at High Reaches Weyr, there is no other place for her or for Rilonth. High Reaches is in her blood. As such, Damia is also a loyalist, holding many traditional views. This might appear at first to be at odds with her pride, but in fact her pride stems from being a rider of High Reaches Weyr.
It can be very frustrating to the young woman to cope with the many challenges caused by her rank and position in society, but in spite of having quite a temper she has learned to keep it firmly leashed. It would be beyond humiliating to have to be called before her own father for punishment, so while she might occasionally feel some resentment, she very rarely loses control. Patience, however, does not come naturally to her. Rather, Damia keeps herself under iron control and then has to vent any pent up anger out later.
Strictly speaking this is probably not a healthy practice, but it's what Damia is working with. Thankfully, if she's had a very bad day she can go beat some dough into shape in the kitchens or kick up some dust in the practice ring. If she has a soft side, she's keeping it pretty well to herself so far. There might be a romanticist hiding in there somewhere, but Damia hasn't find Mr. or Ms. Right just yet. Who knows if she ever will.
Positive Trait List Loyal, controlled, straightforward
Negative Trait List Willful, resentful, bossy
History: Whether Damia was the product of a Flight or a night of passion has never been clarified to her and honestly Damia never really wanted to know. It is patently obvious to her that while her father might be pansexual, his heart has always belonged to his weyrmate, Y'mar. Padmia, on the other hand, has never settled down with anyone long term. So it is that Damia has had a very realistic understanding of her parents' relationship to each other. Though the child of a bronzerider, Damia had a relatively normal childhood. She spent much of her time in the creche with the other children, and just as much time at her mother's knee in the kitchens.
Blessed with a number of half-siblings, both older and younger, Damia has at once been the youngest child and middle child. As so many other weyrbrats, she was not spoiled but rather treated as equal to any other child in the Weyr. Early on it was notable that she was especially good in the kitchens, although she seemed to excel in other aspects of her training as well. Lessons came easily, although Damia did not have the patience to dedicate herself as some of her fellows did - it simply took too long. She does not have the temperament to become absorbed overly long into records or the like.
The teaching songs were a blessing, as hide work alone did not determine her academic outcomes. As she grew older, Damia became more interested in following in her father's footsteps, and when she reached her fourteenth Turn she sought and received permission from the Weyrleadership to Stand as a Candidate. Although taken for granted by many, the honor of Candidacy was bestowed only to those whom were deemed worthy. For all that Damia was willful and a fire-eater, she passed muster. After that point she dedicated herself to learning everything there was to know about dragonriding.
So it was that in her 19th Turn Damia stood once again for a clutch... and at long last, met her match. Unfortunately, the infant was trapped inside his egg. Damia's heart sank as she realized what the meaning of this might be... and did not dare to help the baby out of his shell. She had been raised as a proper child of High Reaches, and could never disappoint her father by breaking a shell - especially not with said father watching from the honored seat of High Reaches Weyrleader. Accepting her fate, knowing that Impression had been made, and that it could not be unmade, Damia waited for death.
It would not be a quick merciful death, unless one of the riders helped her to go between, but a painful and prolonged death. There were alternatives; she could choose to accept the assistance of a healer, as well... but would drinking a high dose of felis be better than the cold of between, where surely her dragonet would go? Such macabre thoughts were interrupted when the gold mother crossed the Sands and cracked open the shell herself. It was then that Damia's life would change forever. For, when he toddled out, the baby approached the girl directly.
DamiaMine, did you really think that your Rilonth would leave you to die alone?
In her heart, she had known that Rilonth was and would be hers. But it was something else entirely when the soft muzzle of this perfect and precious dragonet was pressed against her hand. Damia sank to the Sand to embrace this wonderful being, holding him close to her, and pressing her own face against his soft hide. They would spend their lives together from that moment forward, with Rilonth a permanent fixture at Damia's side.
Other: Child of D'mon and Padmia - probably, although not necessarily, due to a Flight. Has a number of half siblings from both parents. Also has a brown flit named Rune. Damia is, in general, a pretty good judge of character.
DRAGON
Name: Rilonth
Age: 1
Color: White
Size: 31'
Physical Description: Of medium size for a white, Rilonth does not present an intimidating picture. Rather, he strives to appear smaller than he already is, an effect assisted by his generally petite build. His eyes often tend to have shades of yellow mixed in with whatever other color he might be sporting, evincing the very real worry that he feels most of the time.
Personality: To Rilonth, Damia represented the perfect sort of savior. She is neither so foolish as to stick out from the rest of the whiteriders, nor so soft that she'll let any harm befall her dragon - whether that harm is physical or psychological in nature. She is the strong bolster and shield that he needs, providing him with every ounce of support he might hope for. Which is a very good thing indeed, for Rilonth is a more than usually anxious dragon. While he is certainly a capable Threadfighter, speak an unkind word his way, and he will shrink away to near nothing. He strives to be a people pleaser simply because he cannot bear the censure of others, and wants nothing more than to make them happy.
If he keeps them happy, then surely he will be safe. Yet no matter how determined Rilonth is to be a dutiful, pleasing creature, the white is aware that by his mere existence he has caused some small distress. Maybe it's all in his head, but he knows very well that his mother would be looked upon as strange by the most tradition bound of riders (and dragons), and hates that he himself was the cause of this. Damia has pointed out, rightfully enough, that he is neither the first nor will he be the last white dragon to be introduced into the world in such a fashion, yet he still feels it keenly. Much of it is likely imagined, but he was inclined to be a martyr from the beginning.
He is a soft, affectionate beast who wants nothing more than to love and be loved in return, yet he also often does a very credible impression of being a doormat. This is a point of contention between dragon and rider, for although Damia knows and respects the traditions of High Reaches Weyr, she does not at all feel that this behavior is necessary. Still, his gentle hearts will win her over every time, even when she's at her most irritable. Rilonth possesses a unique ability to diffuse tense situations, having honed the very same during his weyrling training alongside his rider. To say that it was a trial would be an understatement, though not entirely of the Weyr's making. They were, are, and always will be their own worst enemies.
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