Post by jillianna on Jan 19, 2012 9:27:01 GMT -8
Noita of Grayscale Sylencath
Username:Jillianna
Character Number: 2
Name: Noita
Age: 20 * Fall*
Rank: Sr. Weyrwoman
Weyr: Antaris Weyr
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-sexual
Appearance:
Noita is a small young woman. She stands at 5'5'' tall and is slender. She's not without her more womanly curves. Her willowy form is graceful, almost seeming to float. She has long flowing black hair that is usually left to hang freely down her shoulders and back. It curls like an ebony river to her waist. She has pale, snowy skin with just a dust of darker coloring on her eyes.
Her face is a lovely heart shape, her features all seem soft and flowing rather than sharply defined angles. Her lips are full and pink as summer tea roses. Her overall look is almost sweet. Her smiles could melt stone on a cold day but the ice in her eyes would freeze it even as it melted.
Her ice blue eyes are the windows into her darker side. There is violence there. Violence, a lust for blood and for pain. Though she can hide it with a honeyed mask, more often than not, if you're close enough to see her eyes, it'll cause an icy chill down your spine.
She is usually found wearing long flowing white dresses with blue trim at the bodice and sleeves that match her icy blue eyes. A low light gray and silver belt settled at her hipsis a match to her dragoness and she wears a sapphire and silver ringing her right hand. She carries herself much like one would expect a medieval queen to carry herself. In public she has the perfect posture. Her shoulders are back, her back straight, stabding tall, the very image of elite pride. In private she's much more lax. Still having good posture, just not a extreme. When she flies, she wears loose flowing silver threaded pants, with alight blue shirt and a fur lined hooded cloak to keep herself warm.
Personality:
Noita is... Unbalanced. Under public scrutiny, she's the perfect queen. Strong and serene. The very image of everything her weyr stood for. She is well spoken and trusts in her advisors, An elite lady in every way.
In the privacy of her weyr or with her advisors with no public appearances to keep up, she's a child. Always making a game of everything, she leans toward the dark side rather than the side of innocence. She likes instilling fear in those who displease her, and she revels in her prisoners pain and deaths. Her dragoness Sylencath allows her to have her fun, but tempers it slightly, letting hers know when it has been enough.
She can be seductive. Her smooth soprano voice can soften to molten gold, and she's pure poetry in motion. Except for her eyes. The icy blue depths always conceal something dark and a little twisted.
When she doesn't get her way, she is terrifically evil. She has been known to execute victims herself rather than leave it to the underlings, and takes pleasure in doing so. She is cold, cruel, calculating and manipulative. Any warmth coming from her is either for her dragon, a fleeting fancy, or a complete act to get exactly what she wants.
She hates holders with a passion and the renegades even worse. She loves toying with captives, and flying with her Sylencath.
Sylencath
Bonded'sName: Sylencath
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Female
Bonded's Hex Codes:
Bonded's Size in Feet:62 ft
Bonded's Age:4 turns
Bonded's Personality: Sylencath is a bit apart from the typical grayscale queen. She is fierce, oh yes, fierce and strong. Her attitude toward her children is one of an expectant mother, urging them to better themselves. She's not cold exactly, just a bit difficult to impress.
Of course who could handle so many children when one's own rider seems more of a child? She appreciates her bonded's darker side and that she keeps it hidden in the public eye. She even encourages her violence sometimes, but like a true mother, will not hesitate to tell her when enough is enough.
She loves hers very much and would protect her to the death. Her own thoughts more often the kind hers Should be thinking, this grayscale is the true power behind the throne.
Bonded's Appearance: Sylencath is along the medium size range for her color, measuring in at about 62 feet. She has a rectangular build, her wingspan busing a bit longer than her body on the whole at 68 feet altogether. Sy is built like her fellow greyscale sisters. Powerful looking, more muscular than their gold counterparts. She doesn't look all that bulky though.
Part of this is the way she carries herself. She almost always Is seen with her neck arched, proud of the fact she is the queen and determined to look the part.
Sy's coloration is on the lighter side for the grayscales. She has a base color of a lightplatinum that fades in and out to a silver at random points on her body giving her a burnished look that fades to black at her feet. Her tail, face and neck have lighter, silvery white streamlined designs, with the facial markings being defined swirls of silver.
History
was born into the Antaris weyr elite, the daughter of the head junior weyrwoman Itasen and a crimson rider by the name of noleem, or n'leem. She was definitely a spoilt child. Her mother or her father's hold bred servants giving her anything and everything she wanted. She was definitely not used to hearing the word no. As she grew older, Her mother became invested in genetic experimentations to create a new form of draconic life. One by one, each attempt failed but as Noita observed her mother her interest in pain grew. She saw the pain and death of her mother's test subjects over and over again, and it planted a seed deep within her. Her mother was killed in an accident with one of their most viable test subjects before she was able to see her daughter chosen as a candidate.
The death of her mother seemed to unleash the darkness that had blossomed within the child. She came to see her hold bred caretakers as beneath her. Only worthy of a servant's existence. Her father fully backed his daughter in that belief and even encouraged her violence toward holders. He couldn't have been more proud when she was chosen as a candidate. A few weeks after she'd been there and a young hold candidate girl was killed. He expressed pride and even praise that one less hold rat would have an opportunity to bond with an Antaris dragon, and from her father's example , over time, grew into the biased and prejudiced woman she is today.
After six years of standing for countless clutches, she had started to resent the hatchlings. Fellow candidates started to think she was a mistake and would never impress. One made the mistake of saying so and was found days later outside the weyr's wall with a bode driven through his ribs. After that, the rumors stopped.
She impressed at he following hatching, to her immense pride and happiness as well as her father'sto the greyscale queen sylencath. The dragon seemed to be drawn to Noita's duality and sy took it upon herself to raise the girl though only a hatchling herself. She had chosen well because three years later, when the old queen died, as the oldest queen ranked dragon bonded to a weyr girl, they attained the rank of weyrwoman and queen.
