Post by Sayu on Jan 16, 2012 16:10:45 GMT -8
Character
Username: Sayuri
Character Number: 3
Appearance:
Child of light, forever in dark.
Fear the night, remember the lark.
Hear her call in the hardest of times.
Never give up those bells and chimes.
Sweet young thing, never grow.
For it is then that evil does show.
At a mere 4ft 3in, Chiharu is tiny. She has slim shoulders, arms, and even her face is mousy in looks and structure. It is not without it's angles and higher cheek bones, but the girl looks just like the child she is and is never expected to quite grow out of that. It's partially her eyes, large almond shaped structures that have a clear bluish gray iris, that give her this appearance. They are incredibly expressive and often seem sad as well. It doesn't help that her hair, a dark brown color, often is pulled back to stay out of her way exaggerating her youth and femininity, or that her bangs have a habit of falling in her eyes. Her clothes are simple really like that of any other Weyrling, but they tend to range between black and blue with some grays in between.
Personality:
If sunlight could be taken from the sky and formed into a person, it would take the form of Chiharu. She's sweet and gentle, always one to show a level of comfort that in this era is seen by few. More than that though, everything about her just screams innocence and goodness. The girl has not a single bad bone in her body, and she absolutely abhors violence. Instead, she would rather be on the sidelines helping to heal and comfort the sick and injured.
She has a sense of justice though, one that she keeps quiet and holds dear to her heart. Chiharu may be innocent of the world's horrors with war and sacrifice, but she is not oblivious. She hates being a part of Antaris, and she believes a belief is not worth anything if others are forced to go along with it. It is usually a refreshing outlook compared to the selfish riders she meets on a daily basis. The poor girl honestly doesn't stand a chance where she lives currently.
Chiharu is too easily manipulated, too easily taken advantage of. It doesn't mean that she doesn't wish she could fight back though...just that she doesn't know how.
Bonded
Stormy weather, rain that falls.
Intuitive creature, that always calls.
Bells and chimes, chimes and bells.
A sound that forever and ever wells.
No one knows the storm's true name.
For everyone considers her insane.
Bonded'sName: Amayath
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Female
Bonded's Hex Codes: 336666
Bonded's Size in Feet: 38 feet
Bonded's Age: 12 months
Bonded's Personality:
Amayath is not what one would call..."normal." She's a bit off to put it nicely, and never is able to stay on one subject. It's not that she isn't smart, because she will figure out curious ways to get around obstacles faster than most people can even attempt to understand the puzzle. However, she has a habit of getting carried away with her thoughts, and never seems to keep them to herself. Because of this, her speech can become very fuzzy and hard to understand, often running into itself in an attempt at becoming organized.
Honestly, the dragoness prefers to be anything but organized...unless it's being chaotically organized, because in that case she is the "Master of All." Amayath always knows what is going on, and she has a strange habit of popping out of nowhere, however you would never know that she was collected by talking to her. Half the time her voice is disjointed like that of a whers, and other times she just prefers to send pictures. Enough about how she communicates her thoughts though, and on to what she thinks.
Everything in the world is something to be observed and dissected and categorized. More than that though, at heart she is actually very sweet. Sweet, and shy believe it or not. Even though she tends to shout out everything, she actually isn't the type to go finding people to "hang-out" with. The poor thing is too anti-sociable for that, and besides...she's far too easily distracted.
Bonded's Appearance:
Like a storm cloud giving off torrents of rain, Amayath's hide is an incredibly dark, steely teal color. On top of that is a shimmer of blue that swirls and stretches in veins and clouds. There is no one place where it concentrates enough to say that it is a marking, except for around her eyes. The brighter teal color lines them and dips down like tears to her chin.
In terms of body structure, she isn't the largest teal out there. In fact, she's pretty petite...with one exception. She has wings, oh Faranth does she have wings. When she first hatched the weyrlingmaster assumed she would just grow into them, but she hasn't. They just add to her insane, awkwardness though and seem to fit right in with the rest of her.
History
Chiharu was just like any other weyrbrat that was raised in the Antaris Creche. She was looked after, expected to do chores, and she got into trouble every now and again. However, the sweet little thing didn't get into all that much trouble she will assure you. Instead she found better uses of her time and went around aiding the riders and weyrlings whenever she could. It was clear to everyone that the girl whose mother had died in childbirth and "had no father" wanted desperately to prove she was still worthy of another's interest.
As she aged, Chiharu made friends in the creche like most of the weyrbrats did. She became more useful in the kitchens, and she soon became old enough to stand on the hatching sands. No one thought that the 12 turn old would actually impress on her first go though, if at all. So, when the hatching came around her friends watched in awe at the events that unfolded.
The weyrling's life has never been the same since....
Username: Sayuri
Character Number: 3
Name: Chiharu
Age: 13 turns
Rank: Tealrider
Weyr: Antaris Weyr *running away*
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Child of light, forever in dark.
Fear the night, remember the lark.
Hear her call in the hardest of times.
Never give up those bells and chimes.
Sweet young thing, never grow.
For it is then that evil does show.
At a mere 4ft 3in, Chiharu is tiny. She has slim shoulders, arms, and even her face is mousy in looks and structure. It is not without it's angles and higher cheek bones, but the girl looks just like the child she is and is never expected to quite grow out of that. It's partially her eyes, large almond shaped structures that have a clear bluish gray iris, that give her this appearance. They are incredibly expressive and often seem sad as well. It doesn't help that her hair, a dark brown color, often is pulled back to stay out of her way exaggerating her youth and femininity, or that her bangs have a habit of falling in her eyes. Her clothes are simple really like that of any other Weyrling, but they tend to range between black and blue with some grays in between.
Personality:
If sunlight could be taken from the sky and formed into a person, it would take the form of Chiharu. She's sweet and gentle, always one to show a level of comfort that in this era is seen by few. More than that though, everything about her just screams innocence and goodness. The girl has not a single bad bone in her body, and she absolutely abhors violence. Instead, she would rather be on the sidelines helping to heal and comfort the sick and injured.
She has a sense of justice though, one that she keeps quiet and holds dear to her heart. Chiharu may be innocent of the world's horrors with war and sacrifice, but she is not oblivious. She hates being a part of Antaris, and she believes a belief is not worth anything if others are forced to go along with it. It is usually a refreshing outlook compared to the selfish riders she meets on a daily basis. The poor girl honestly doesn't stand a chance where she lives currently.
Chiharu is too easily manipulated, too easily taken advantage of. It doesn't mean that she doesn't wish she could fight back though...just that she doesn't know how.
Bonded
Stormy weather, rain that falls.
Intuitive creature, that always calls.
Bells and chimes, chimes and bells.
A sound that forever and ever wells.
No one knows the storm's true name.
For everyone considers her insane.
Bonded'sName: Amayath
Bonded's Type: Dragon
Bonded's Gender: Female
Bonded's Hex Codes: 336666
Bonded's Size in Feet: 38 feet
Bonded's Age: 12 months
Bonded's Personality:
Amayath is not what one would call..."normal." She's a bit off to put it nicely, and never is able to stay on one subject. It's not that she isn't smart, because she will figure out curious ways to get around obstacles faster than most people can even attempt to understand the puzzle. However, she has a habit of getting carried away with her thoughts, and never seems to keep them to herself. Because of this, her speech can become very fuzzy and hard to understand, often running into itself in an attempt at becoming organized.
Honestly, the dragoness prefers to be anything but organized...unless it's being chaotically organized, because in that case she is the "Master of All." Amayath always knows what is going on, and she has a strange habit of popping out of nowhere, however you would never know that she was collected by talking to her. Half the time her voice is disjointed like that of a whers, and other times she just prefers to send pictures. Enough about how she communicates her thoughts though, and on to what she thinks.
Everything in the world is something to be observed and dissected and categorized. More than that though, at heart she is actually very sweet. Sweet, and shy believe it or not. Even though she tends to shout out everything, she actually isn't the type to go finding people to "hang-out" with. The poor thing is too anti-sociable for that, and besides...she's far too easily distracted.
Bonded's Appearance:
Like a storm cloud giving off torrents of rain, Amayath's hide is an incredibly dark, steely teal color. On top of that is a shimmer of blue that swirls and stretches in veins and clouds. There is no one place where it concentrates enough to say that it is a marking, except for around her eyes. The brighter teal color lines them and dips down like tears to her chin.
In terms of body structure, she isn't the largest teal out there. In fact, she's pretty petite...with one exception. She has wings, oh Faranth does she have wings. When she first hatched the weyrlingmaster assumed she would just grow into them, but she hasn't. They just add to her insane, awkwardness though and seem to fit right in with the rest of her.
History
Chiharu was just like any other weyrbrat that was raised in the Antaris Creche. She was looked after, expected to do chores, and she got into trouble every now and again. However, the sweet little thing didn't get into all that much trouble she will assure you. Instead she found better uses of her time and went around aiding the riders and weyrlings whenever she could. It was clear to everyone that the girl whose mother had died in childbirth and "had no father" wanted desperately to prove she was still worthy of another's interest.
As she aged, Chiharu made friends in the creche like most of the weyrbrats did. She became more useful in the kitchens, and she soon became old enough to stand on the hatching sands. No one thought that the 12 turn old would actually impress on her first go though, if at all. So, when the hatching came around her friends watched in awe at the events that unfolded.
It was like any other day, Chiharu observed, except perhaps for the fact that it was raining. The droplets pattered against the Weyr's walls, making an odd sort of rythm that she hummed along to. It was an odd behavior, but much of Chiharu's quirks were. That's why they were quirks! So enveloped in her sing-song hum and dancing to the drumbeat of the rain, the candidate didn't notice the small draconic vibration that echoed underneath her voice. As more of the dragons joined in though, it became not something she just heard but felt.
Having grown up in Antaris, Chiharu was well aware of what it meant, and she ran to her room in order to put on the traditional white robes of candidacy. It was finally here, the time for her to stand was finally here! The girl could barely contain herself as she hopped into her robes and out the door. Outside candidates filed through the corridors, all heading to one place. She fussed with her hair while trying to find someone she knew, anyone. Instead of seeing a friend though, Chiharu saw the sands and froze.
The eggs were shaking and rocking, causing a sort of commotion equivelant to nothing she had known before. Sure she had seen it all in her lifetime, even though it was a short one, but that had been from the stands. She hadn't known it in this proximatity before. The clutchmother was just as beautiful as her eggs as well, and Chiharu couldn't help but bow, even though she quickly remembered she had to do that anyway.
A muttered hello was all that fell from her lips as she backed away still half-bent over. Her eyes finally flicked back to the eggs hungry and wanting. Oh how she had dreamed of this day, longed for it for so long! The first egg hatched, a green crooning a high pitched cry before racing to her rider. No body clapped, a green first was always considered a "bad omen". Chiharu didn't mind though, it was sweet in her opinion.
Another and another followed suit, and before she knew it only a few eggs remained with still many candidates. The girl rocked on her heels, a piece of hair twisting around her finger nervously. It was alright if she didn't impress, it was fine! She still had plenty of hatchings to go. That was when a dark red and black egg cracked open revealing an almost black head that was marked in garnet. A crimson, but something was different about it. As the dragonet attacked its shell in a furious rage it flicked its wings and seemed to smirk at the people watching.
That's when Chiharu realized what had been bothering her about it. The dragonet was moving, and was built, like a female dragon was. It couldn't be though, could it. However, as the crimson's voice snaked through the crowd her idea was confirmed. The words were like a sweet caress and a glass all at once, and the little girl winced from the uncomfortable feeling. Thankfully, the Crimson moved away, but nothing could be that easy. Turning on an egg that was beginning to hatch, the black and red dragonet knocked the half-hatched teal to the ground, its body slipping free from its egg.
She watched in horror as the Crimson female started to chase the newborn around the sands, nipping at her heels. Yet, the teal only crooned happily and chittered taunts back to her sister. Finally rolling away as the black and red dragonet pounced toward the teal form, the smaller dragonet curled around Chiharu's nearby body. What a funny thing she is. Funny like a tuber! See how she can't even kill when her heart is so set, hmmmr? Weeeelll, that's not important. Your Amayath is though, or is my name something else? No, I think Amayath is quite fine! You're my Chiharu aren't you? I hope you are, that'd be a terribly, wonderful mistake wouldn't it!?! Come along now, the storm is going to stop and that's no fun. Maybe we can entice it to stay?
Having grown up in Antaris, Chiharu was well aware of what it meant, and she ran to her room in order to put on the traditional white robes of candidacy. It was finally here, the time for her to stand was finally here! The girl could barely contain herself as she hopped into her robes and out the door. Outside candidates filed through the corridors, all heading to one place. She fussed with her hair while trying to find someone she knew, anyone. Instead of seeing a friend though, Chiharu saw the sands and froze.
The eggs were shaking and rocking, causing a sort of commotion equivelant to nothing she had known before. Sure she had seen it all in her lifetime, even though it was a short one, but that had been from the stands. She hadn't known it in this proximatity before. The clutchmother was just as beautiful as her eggs as well, and Chiharu couldn't help but bow, even though she quickly remembered she had to do that anyway.
A muttered hello was all that fell from her lips as she backed away still half-bent over. Her eyes finally flicked back to the eggs hungry and wanting. Oh how she had dreamed of this day, longed for it for so long! The first egg hatched, a green crooning a high pitched cry before racing to her rider. No body clapped, a green first was always considered a "bad omen". Chiharu didn't mind though, it was sweet in her opinion.
Another and another followed suit, and before she knew it only a few eggs remained with still many candidates. The girl rocked on her heels, a piece of hair twisting around her finger nervously. It was alright if she didn't impress, it was fine! She still had plenty of hatchings to go. That was when a dark red and black egg cracked open revealing an almost black head that was marked in garnet. A crimson, but something was different about it. As the dragonet attacked its shell in a furious rage it flicked its wings and seemed to smirk at the people watching.
That's when Chiharu realized what had been bothering her about it. The dragonet was moving, and was built, like a female dragon was. It couldn't be though, could it. However, as the crimson's voice snaked through the crowd her idea was confirmed. The words were like a sweet caress and a glass all at once, and the little girl winced from the uncomfortable feeling. Thankfully, the Crimson moved away, but nothing could be that easy. Turning on an egg that was beginning to hatch, the black and red dragonet knocked the half-hatched teal to the ground, its body slipping free from its egg.
She watched in horror as the Crimson female started to chase the newborn around the sands, nipping at her heels. Yet, the teal only crooned happily and chittered taunts back to her sister. Finally rolling away as the black and red dragonet pounced toward the teal form, the smaller dragonet curled around Chiharu's nearby body. What a funny thing she is. Funny like a tuber! See how she can't even kill when her heart is so set, hmmmr? Weeeelll, that's not important. Your Amayath is though, or is my name something else? No, I think Amayath is quite fine! You're my Chiharu aren't you? I hope you are, that'd be a terribly, wonderful mistake wouldn't it!?! Come along now, the storm is going to stop and that's no fun. Maybe we can entice it to stay?
The weyrling's life has never been the same since....
