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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2021 9:00 pm
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Original Profile
Name: Ahula
Age: 24
Nameday: 3553.01.07
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Weyrling
Previous Rank/Craft: Candidate
Physical Description: Tall and willowy, Ahula settles at the taller average for a woman. Her body shape is more rectangular, with very little curve to her bust or hips. She has slim muscle, slight tone that’s barely visible when it’s exposed. Yet she’s Weyr-bred, who ran around with other brats in the creche and took to pulling her weight seriously, even if her own weight isn’t very much to lift.
Her hair is a lovely shade of soft, mid-tone brown, falling down in scattered, choppy waves down to the middle of her back. Her bangs are long, covering up a good portion of her face and hiding it away. It's easily long enough to draw back into a ponytail when need be, especially for some of the messier chores, but her preferred state is to have something to hide behind. Ahula’s eyes are a muddy hazel color, a mix of softer browns and the slightest green hint. A collection of freckles dust along the bridge of her nose and over her cheekbones, only highlighting further when she gets a bit red in the cheeks.
Personality: Never one to raise her voice or hand, Ahula takes on the world with the gentlest touch, or softest voice. The world is full of ills and pain, so why should she add to someone else’s? This same soft tendency stretches for all that reach her path -- friend, foe, stranger; no matter who they are to Ahula, she treats all equal in her eyes -- that is to say, a sweet sort of respect and kindness. However, her kind nature and softer steps through life leave her wide open to those who see profit with her softer nature. She has a hard time defending herself, and her will is easily bent. Chores that should not be hers might end up becoming more to her list if someone plies her enough, a seat given up during a meal or lessons so that someone may sit there instead, a lovely gather’s best that would look much better on someone else over her (and doesn’t Ahula agree?).
Soft and sweet like the fluffiest dessert to her core, Ahula loves all in her path. She is motherly from her soft palms to the cradle of her arms. Younger candidates might find themselves fussed over by Ahula, if softly. Are they keeping warm in the winter? They ate enough at meals? She adores children, and when not busy with lessons or chores, Ahula sometimes gravitates towards the creche. Working with children and seeing them grow through the turns has been one of her delights, especially growing up in the creche herself. While others may fret about where they slot in life if they aren’t chosen on the sands, Ahula has gently affirmed to herself that she has a place helping to raise the next generation of candidates in the Weyr. Yet while Ahula is brimming with love and sweetness, none of this extends to herself. She holds herself with a tentative belief that she is bound to love others -- and to not receive that love in kind. Crushes have come and gone, with one lingering through the turns, yet none have ever so much have batted an eye at Ahula -- goldflight lust notwithstanding. She tends to put everyone up on a level above her -- giving all she has to support those around her, even if she believes that her place is to care for others.
They say only bleeding hearts and drunks are the most sincere in life -- and Ahula is certainly the former. A bleeding heart to care for everyone around her has left Ahula with a bare sense of sincerity. She couldn’t lie to save her life (though thankfully she’s never had to actually test this theory), but even her little white lies are able to be seen through with noticeable tells -- even if she’s trying to save the feelings of someone else. Her heart is bared on her sleeves -- and shirt, and bright eyes. However, with her inability to lie, and her open emotions -- Ahula’s deepest fears are rather hard for her to hide. Her fears of never being loved are open, her terror of dying on the sands (or, Faranth forbid, melting in the air on the back of some innocent dragon that chose her because thread is back--) has her almost looking like a scared bunny. She tries to misdirect and deflect, but deep in her core, Ahula is scared of a lot in life, and it makes her take half steps where she might have succeeded otherwise.
Positive Trait List Gentle, Loving, Sincere
Negative Trait List Weak-willed, Self-depreciative, Craven
History: Born shortly in the beginning of the year on a cold, crisp winter morning as a result of a greenflight in High Reaches Weyr, Ahula came whimpering into the world. Born of her greenrider mother Ulanu and her blueriding genetic benefactor V’ahtl, Ahula didn’t know either of her parents all that well. She was raised in the creche, as neither had the time or know-withal to raise a child while caring for a dragon.
A meeker child, Ahula kept her head down and did what was asked of her. Though she was sometimes the victim of being picked on, she had a happy childhood with a few close friends, and a good handful of less close ones as well. She took to learning well, loving to read any story that she could get her little hands on -- or sit and listen with rapt attention to harper tales.
As she waited until that fateful day she could enter for candidacy, Ahula became more trepidatious to enter into the field. It was a weyrbrat’s right to stand for candidacy, yet they feared as they watched hatching after hatching when someone was hurt. Nevermind the greater majority of candidates who weren’t hurt, nor that this was a normal thing amongst hatchings. Yet with a friend’s gentle reassurance that all would be fine, Ahula did enter her bid for candidacy -- and surprise surprise when she wasn’t hurt. In fact, she’s been quite lucky to avoid any injuries during the clutches she has stood for.
As the turns have whiled on, Ahula has begun to spend more time in the creche that raised her, at least when she wasn’t spending time between chores and lessons. A backup plan while she waits to see how the next few turns go before she ages out, but one she’d be content in life with no matter what.
Yet it would be a fateful one that she would finally meet Hers -- confused but open as a bronze approached her, but the laugh of a delicate green would pull her attention instead. Silly Brother, why waste your time here? Everyone knows you can't Impress a bronze. Did you know that AhulaMine? I knew that. I know all sorts of things. Did you know that a green dragon is the most numerous of all dragons on Pern? I knew that too--right out the egg. Aren't I so clever, Mine? Oh, her Smolskaeth was so clever, and Ahula could only cry on the form of her beautiful, delicate green.
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DRAGON
Name: Smolskaeth
Personality The world is full of information, and Smolskaeth is determined that it must all be clutched in her tiny claws. At heart, she’s an intelligent creature, but make no mistake that even if she was born with such innate knowledge -- there is still so much out in the world to know, to learn. Everything has it’s use in life, after all; perhaps as a sprinkling of a conversation piece, to mock and lord over what she knows that others may not, or to come to terms with how some things work in the world. For as much as she knows, all that she craves to know, Smolskaeth knows she will only be a wingrider. Such lofty positions such as Wingleader and Flightleader will never belong to her -- and it will take a gentle hand to ease those stings.
A naturally curious dragon, Smolskaeth will be ever experimental. Curious to see what insight it might give her, or what the result might be -- for better or worse. Yet she’s quite an adept learner, and those tests that go awry she’s never in any sort of hurry to repeat. Her intelligence will garner them trouble, for in her own views, her knowledge is superior to those of ones with experience to back up such claims. Not one to quite buck the system, Smolskaeth will attempt to rely on her own views instead of instructions given -- unless her rider can temper her back, it can lead her to faltering and possibly injuring herself early on, and making riskier moves well into her adulthood.
Confidence runs through Smolskaeth in spades, and for having such idealistic notions, she relies on it often. Whether it’s chastising her bronze brother at their hatching for such silly decision-making, or refusing to cow to more traditionalist measures, Smolskaeth will hold her head up proud -- and proud to be a dragon of such strong bloodlines. However, she’s a fiercely independent sort of dragon. She’s able to fall in line, to do her proud best at one day rising to fight thread, to cover her wingmates with the drive of a predator. Yet Smolskaeth’s personal loyalties are hard-won -- in friendship, in romance. If she’s not pushed to open up, it would be easy for her to never quite open up to anyone besides her rider. But past those walls, there is a passionate set of hearts that would do anything for one that won over this small green. A fierce sort of love, but if it’s forsaken, will never be available again. She’s a “Fool me once, shame on me -- but you’ll never do it again” sort.
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Experimental, Confidant
Negative Traits: Critical, Disloyal, Quirky
Egg Size: Small
Adult Size: 41'
Physical Attributes: Smolskaeth is a lean, delicate dragon, sharp in all her points. She has a good carriage -- though she is smaller around the ribcage -- with high cheekbones and a more pointed maw. There’s a mild underbite, and in combination with some long teeth, give her a ferocious look -- despite her more calm temperament. Her headknobs are long and pointed, sweeping back to point inwards a touch. Smolskaeth’s wings are large, almost in excess, and as a hatchling, they’re often mantled when she walks to avoid stepping on them. It’ll be a habit she carries with her into adulthood, even after growing into them. Knowing there’s so much out there will drive her hard and fast to be good at what she does, what comes naturally to becoming a dragon; flying, betweening, and fighting thread -- for this dragon takes her lessons seriously, and as such, makes certain she’s always in the peak of fitness.
Additional Notes: Once in the air, whether for threadfall or flights, Smolskaeth will always prove to be a terror. She’s a predator, and from the moment she’s introduced to firestone, she wants to make certain she has control over her flame. It will fall a bit short, never getting to the gusty lengths that even other greens are capable of. Whether that’s the fault in her chest being smaller or just her own personal limitation is up for debate.
Smolskaeth’s flights are always things to be taken as they come; for it will depend on the turn and her own personal fancies on whether she rises four times a turn -- or only once. Never will they be regular, for she follows her own whims on the matter. Yet they will always be vicious and fast-paced, for she tends to burn her energy quickly. Flights aren’t about love in her eyes, and post-flight might tend to kick someone off her ledge -- or leave another’s ledge should she have chosen to chase instead!
Why Me: On two opposite sides of the spectrum, Ahula and Smolskaeth are opposite in every way and balance so perfectly. Where Smolskaeth is so driven to intellect, to knowing the world around her, she struggles with intimacy and connection. An empathic creature at hearts, no doubt, but Ahula’s gentle, loving nature will be key in letting her open up in more than just a professional dealing in life. Where Smolskaeth is determined to push herself, and possibly those around her, it will always be Ahula’s soft words and sweet affection she will turn to that will bring her back down from such heights.
Like the give and take of such a dual-natured bond, Smolskaeth will be there with the razor intellect when Ahula’s fears get the worst of her. Fear is healthy, but not to such a dangerous degree. Threadfall is scary, but they can run drills so Ahula can feel more certain in her learned skills. Dressing down such thoughts until they get to the root of the problem makes them so much less daunting, much more manageable to tackle as a pair. Smolskaeth’s strength and confidence will be her own, at least able to hold herself up a little higher without blending into the background as much.
Smolskaeth’s small list of loyalties will forever and always include her rider, her bleeding heart of a rider that cares so much about everyone in her path. For she always knew that such a kind person would be hers, and hers alone.
NPC Hatching
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