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Post by Atra on Jan 17, 2012 13:52:26 GMT -8
Character
Username: Atra
Character Number: 4
Name: Assaila
Age: 23 Turns
Rank: Wingrider
Weyr: Renegade Camp Weyrhold
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Assaila is almost five foot, eight inches with long flowing blonde hair which is, mostly straight. Her eyes are a startling blue color set under arching eyebrows. Her nose, small, though long, sits above lovely, full, if pale lips. Her skin is alabaster and shows just how pampered she really is. She takes great pride in her appearance and her beauty to the point of expecting men to fall at her feet because of it. She is, admittedly, striking in appearance and form with a nearly perfect hourglass figure and wonderful proportions. Though her eyes are a bit large and her nose a bit long, with high cheek bones, she sees little problem. Her more square jaw makes her appear stubborn. Perhaps that is a good thing because, honestly, she is. She can look gentle when she deems to, but most often... she looks the part that she plays. The ice princess... and the temptress. Speaking of
Assaila carries herself with a grace and dignity that most would find to be uncommon. Her grace in movement is nearly unparalleled by most and could be extremely useful to a swordsman. Too bad she isn't one. She loves to wear lace and fine fabrics. She hates to wear pants and a simple tunic. She will, if she can help it, always wear a dress - which must be in good taste by her standards. Her hair is almost always worn down. She couldn't stand to wear it in any simple style other than in such a state. It must be lovely and beautiful and flowing. She must be lovely, beautiful, and eye catching at all times.
Her hands are not entirely unblemished, despite what she would like others to think. She in fact, would rather be assumed to have always been pampered and spoiled rather than admit what she has gone through to come to where she is now. Though, in truth, it is not much better.
Personality:
"She is a witch! That girl! OH! She uses men up like they are nothing and they don't even realize it!"
Assaila would like to think that she is entirely independent, but the truth of the matter is that she is utterly reliant on others. Men precisely. The very loathsome creatures she has been trying to do her whole life without. It isn't that she needs them in an overt way - but she needs them all the same. She manipulates them for her own gain, for what she wants. She is childish and selfish by nature. It doesn't matter to her who gets hurt in the process, but she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. And that includes the attentions of whatever man she so desires for whatever reason.
She knows no boundaries when it comes to her own gain and to the gain of those she claims to care about. She is a heart breaker and she likes it that way. She is extremely skilled in leading both men and women on. She enjoys it, in fact. She is sly and devilish with a cunning and sly mind and the wiles of a cat. She is so... subtle about her manipulations it is difficult to follow them.
She doesn't enjoy others pain, but is rather calloused from it. Wealth and power are all that she thinks matter to her, but the truth of it is, that she values and loves others just as much if not more than herself if she would only get over her childishness and grow up. However... that seems to be something Assaila is particularly incapable of. And by the time she realizes it, she is likely to be on her death bed.
She, as stated before, does not particularly care for men. They are evil beings for the most part in her eyes simply because, in most situations, they always seem to have all the power. Even where there is a queen and a Weyrwoman, it is the Weyrleader who has the final say. That has caused her to feel more anger than anything else. She has a hard time yielding control of her fate to anyone. It doesn't help that she has been harmed by men again and again in her past and has simply taken that heart break and pain and put it onto them all.
It is odd how she deals with this... dislike of men in general. By putting on coy expression and weaseling her way into their hearts. Though... she was more careful about it when she was married...
Her daughter is positively spoiled and doted on. She is the sweetest child in the world in her mother's eyes and the simply most adorable and most wonderful... But what mother doesn't think as much of her daughter? Though... her daughter doesn't take it quite as for granted as her mother.
Bonded
Bonded'sName: Maffioth
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Female
Bonded's Hex Codes:
0a5119, 0cff00, and cfffac
Bonded's Size in Feet: 39.5 feet
Bonded's Age: 5 Turns
Bonded's Personality:
Maffioth is a very interesting dragoness with a very tentative balance of motherly care and pure vanity and a feeling of superiority that makes her a rival even to a queen at times... Though she only ever tries to boss around those who are already her charges. She is quite bossy and sometimes a bit delusional, but she usually comes out of it alright. She is a huge flirt and relishes each and every flight, though she hates that there is even a chance she could end up clutching. She can't stand the idea of being stuck in the sands for any length of time... Even when asked to look after a queen's clutch.
Maffioth is very very vocal and will not hesitate to speak her mind. She doesn't care who it is she is speaking too - just be prepared for her to give you a lecture or tell you what she thinks.
Bonded's Appearance:
This forest green dragoness is really something to look at. She sports bright lime-green markings on her face and legs with a pastel yellow-green over her neck, along her sides, and along the edges of her wings and over the top of her tail. She is built small, lithe and compact with long, slender, slanted wings.
Pets:Brown Anori
Name Anori
Pronunciation Ah-nor-ri
Age 18 Turns
Type Firelizard
Rank Brown
Size 2.5 feet
Color Codes
aa6a2f, 816f4c, and 5a1e00
Information: This flitter is a rather docile, but happy little beast. He adores His and would give his life for her. he is a rather rich brown with a somewhat green-brown and red brown markings. He is a decidedly well proportioned and handsome little beast.
History
"Some people have to work to be that horrible. But to some, it just comes natural."
It was twenty-one turns ago that Assaila was born to a nobleman, not quite a lord, of a small, yet to be named hold outside of one of Antaris sanctioned Weyrs. They hold is still not truly established and acts more as a settlement. He took a wife, a young woman from one of the larger holds, though she was the youngest and only thirteen turns at the time. It wasn't unheard of for such a young woman to be married off at the age.
She became pregnant at the age of fifteen turns and gave birth to Assaila. Unfortunately... her mother, Amalisia, suffered complications and did not make it long after childbirth. Her father, Sallidor, was not a particularly kind man, but he did dote on and spoil the child to know end. He taught her to be demanding, impertinent, selfish, and... to remain childish in that he, when he tired of her insentient demands, just gave her what she wanted. Including, at the age of five, her brown flitter.
However, things changed about the time her father took his second wife, again from one of the larger holds on Pern in order to try to improve his own small settlement. She wasn't the princess anymore. At five turns, she was still spoiled all the way through. She got all she could want, but not from her father. Her step mother felt bad for her because... upon her arrival, she found a girl who had been beaten for the sake of "putting her in her place". She did her best to shield the young girl.
Though this second wife was older than the first, she was still young, but not as young as her own mother had been. She gave birth to a son... It was fine at first, but as her new half brother took more presidency, the more her father seemed to deem her a waste in his home.
He got her out from under foot not by having someone else raise her, but by sending her to the Healer Hall to be apprenticed there as soon as she was old enough to be accepted.
She loathed it. She loathed the control that others had over her. She especially loathed her father and the master who taught her. She would, as she grew, learn just how to get what she wanted... Even if it wasn't always by the best means. She didn't mind selling out her heart and her soul, even at its deepest part to get what she wanted and what she felt she needed. She would never let anyone forsake her like her father had again. Though, as she grew into her teenage years, she soon found that they did, quite often.
However, when she was fifteen Turns, her father sent fro her and brought her back to marry a son of a High Reaches Lord Holder. And she did. She turned sixteen turns when she had her first child. Endesor, at first, seemed to be a good man, but she hardly knew him and he spent little time with her. But... she found that he was exacting and cruel and demanding. Her daughter, Annaliese, though spent time with her mother, was primarily raised by others. And Assaila did not like it. Annaliese was her daughter and because of that, she spoiled her the best she could. She was careful to keep her child from the cruelty and anger of her father. His temper was renowned and often... she felt that anger. Though he had never hurt her in any permanent way.
It came down to a point, though, when she was eighteen turns and had yet to produce another child, or a male heir specifically, for her husband that she felt his wrath again. He was drunk and angry... and she defied him. Her head strong nature had prompted her to stand up to him and this time... he was really going to beat her. Assaila wasted little time in defending herself, though she had not meant to do it... It had slipped. The knife that had been in her hand when she lifted them in defense... lodged itself in the man's throat.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't understand... It was good they had been alone... but she didn't have long. She grabbed a bag with her things and went for her child. It was by the help of the woman caring for her child and a particular guard - a guard she had convinced she loved him in order to gain some measure of protection from, that helped her to escape before the body was found. she does not know what has happened to him.
What was she to do, though, a mostly untrained girl with a daughter... She got married again. This time to an older man in a caravan. He died of sickness and her fake mourning, though convincing, only lasted as long as it took her to reach the island and the Renegade Camp. There she turned to the oldest occupation known to man. And from there... she did her best to keep her child out of it. She had some friends she felt she could leave the girl with... but... For how long could she keep her from the truth?
Beyond that, Assaila manipulated and swindled men with word and deed and most didn't eve know. Most would walk away happier than when they came. She only gained in her cunning and sly nature as time wore on. And of all that she earned, which was quite a bit in all honesty, she used a bulk to pamper and spoil her young Annaliese.
When the storm hit... That was her first experience of the Weyr. The storm means little to her as she and her daughter were not personally affected too much... other than going to the Weyr. Assaila find the Weyr frustrating, confining and too open. She has too much freedom and too much restriction all at once. She sees how the queens are to rule, but it is the Weyrleader who has final say and it aggravates her to no end.
She had wanted a queen, but what she got when she Impressed was a green... a green who thought she was a queen... And in time, with work and some dedication and some serious determination, they attained a rank of severe importance and even saw her daughter Impress to a queen... though she is not with the Renegades. AS the Weyrlingmaster, however, Assaila, wishes to make a difference of some kind..
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