Post by Esko on Sept 6, 2018 13:45:02 GMT -5
NAME: Ts’lar (sss-larr)
RANK: Weyrling
AGE: 21 Turns
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
DRAGON: Green Serenth [x]
PETS:
APPEARANCE:
Unassuming and easily able to blend into a crowd, it's no wonder that Ts'lar isn't much to look at. Standing at a mere five feet tall, she is often overlooked by others. She has a very striking similarity to her blueriding brother, with a narrow face and chin that could shank a man. Ts'lar's skin is tanned over from life as a farmer's daughter, with a seemingly frail frame. Indeed, it took a good number of Turns for her to grow into her body, being a very gangly and awkward girl until maturity. A cloud of curly black hair explodes from her head and down past her shoulders, although most times it'll be tied up in a simple ponytail. Her eyes are a green-hazel and topped with expressive, thick eyebrows.
PERSONALITY FAULTS:
Ts'lar is a follower. Not that she is incapable of leadership if pressed, but her personal preference is to stay behind and blend in, mostly due to a sense of fear that comes with the idea of calling shots. See, Ts'lar struggles if there's no rulebook to follow, or no precedent set in place that tells her what to do. She feels extremely uncomfortable when put on the spot, and her lack of self-confidence may cause her to falter or blubber like an idiot, which only feeds the cycle of insecurity. So, she is resolved to follow the crowd, even if the crowd is rather corrupt. Ironically, Ts'lar has a strong sense of right versus wrong, it's just this stagefright of sorts that keeps her from doing anything about it.
Ts'lar usually isn't one to act without thinking- in fact, it's quite the opposite. She tends to overthink things, constantly second-guessing herself and mulling over all the possible outcomes instead of just doing anything. Ts'lar always assumes for the worst- that way, she thinks, if something good actually happens, it'll feel better. Or something. It's really just a pessimistic attitude, which can't really be excused, but that's that. She still hasn't entirely gotten over her sense of superiority over people who act without thinking, but it's at least something she is rather self-aware about and tries to correct. Her mind is often thinking in so many directions at once that Tselari finds it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time, often leading to the poor girl being very distracted.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:
Ts'lar is very family-oriented, and is willing to launch herself out of her comfort zone if it meant protecting her family- including whatever friends she makes. She is more likely to make a few super-close friends than twenty acquaintances, and she's always looking out for them. Unfortunately, the strong attachments stretch out to romance, and the first person she likes she will cling onto, even if their morals are...questionable. But no matter who they are, they will have her undying support and affections. She will follow them until she dies or they die, and unless the situation is especially horrible, very few things are likely to break that strong loyalty.
As well, this girl is smart. Like, super smart. It's a shame that her talents often go to waste with her lack of speaking up. Highly observant, she tends to notice small -and mostly irrelevant- details about her surroundings and the people around her. For as much as she overthinks and dramatizes things, Ts'lar's keen eyes usually don't miss very much. Except for the little pleasures in life, of course. While not likely to dream up groundbreaking equations or create revolutionary technology, there's no doubt that Ts'lar has a bright and powerful mind. If only she'd let that side of her show.
While not socially awkward, Ts'lar leans more towards the introverted side of the scale. Unlike her brother T'skel, she is perfectly content to sit alone with a hide, reading the day away. Neat and organized, Ts'lar always follows a pattern in her everyday life. Likely the neatest of all her brothers and sisters, Ts'lar is sure to always have a clean living space for herself- and potentially others around her.
FAMILY:
Father: Isskel - Master Farmcrafter
Mother: Tascera - Housewife
Siblings:
Iskerel - Journeyman Farmer (+12 Turns)
Kelasar - Journeyman Farmer (+9 Turns)
Tormaar - Journeyman Farmer (+7 Turns)
Silas - Journeyman Farmer (+7 Turns)
Leska - Weaver (+5 Turns)
HISTORY:
Tascera's latest pregnancy was a bit of a difficult one, her body likely worn out from the six children she bore before. Still though, the babe was born safely and the mother alive after the ordeal, which was firmly declared her last. So, it was no surprise that Tselari was a bit fussed over as a brat, her mother taking in the last moments of new motherhood before the girl grew up and she would have to wait for grandchildren to coddle babies again.
Tselari's upbringing was mostly tame, with a loving household and no shortage of siblings to play with. She would end up growing closest to Taskelis, the youngest son and sibling closest to her in age. Iskerel was already a working apprentice when she was born, and so her oldest two brothers were often working on the farm as she grew. She wasn't expected to work on the farm like her brothers, though; it was instilled to her early on that she would be taught the ways of a woman in the household, to eventually take care of children herself. Tselari didn't like the idea of having gross babies, but she didn't want to question her mother, and so she didn't step out of her bounds. Perhaps it'd be better, what with Leska's open bucking against the system placed for them- surely, her poor mother didn't need the stress of both her daughters being wild.
When Tselari was fourteen, one of her mother's longtime friends made a surprise appearance at their property, and had brought a few of her daughters with her for dinner and such. One of those daughters was about Tselari's age, a tall girl named Waira. Things didn't heat up right away, but they did get along splendidly at their first meeting. Tascera and her friend were pleased; perhaps the companionship might be much like their own? Unfortunately for the duo, it'd go much further. Waira had met Tselari outside of the latrines where, to Tselari's surprise, the other wordlessly went up and kissed her. Tselari didn't feel immediate disgust- in fact, she wanted to indulge further when Waira's little sister happened upon them. A child's report and a few disappointed glares later, Waira was promptly taken home. Tascera launched into a lecture about why Tselari shouldn't act that way with fellow girls, and how she'd be much better off finding a man and settling down. Tselari felt many things at once; longing, regret, shame, but mostly a grim realization that she didn't want that. She didn't want it even more than she wanted children; she had no interest in men and didn't feel towards them the way she felt about Waira. But she had to force herself to like men, if only to please her mother.
Just a bare two Turns later, any thoughts of courtship were wiped from mother and daughter's minds when Tselari discovered Leska with a swelling belly. She'd been having an affair with a handsome dragonrider she met at a Gather, and the sisters knew that their mother would never allow Leska to be a woman of a Weyr. One of Tascera's favorite mantras was about women in Weyrs being useless harlots, dumping grounds for dragonmen seed and nothing more. They left their children in the care of other women to go tail-chasing, instead of being a proper woman and wife to a real husband. Tselari was conflicted; be a good daughter and report the affair, or be a good sister and let Leska follow her dreams? She decided the latter, and in the night, Leska boarded the bronze's back and went between to Igen Weyr. Tascera freaked out when she found her daughter missing, and Tselari pretended to not know anything. It rocked her sense of morality, but she just had to be good to make up for it. Right?
Wrong. When she was nearing nineteen, her mother began to seek out marriage prospects for her, since she'd been to busy to (pretend to like) seek out a husband. Tselari began to panic; how could she pretend to love a man that she didn't want anything to do with? To clear her mind, she offered to help Taskelis on his errands to the Hold proper. While on the walk, she accidentally revealed her secret, and she expected backlash. Instead, Taskelis offered her his own, very similar secret. Both individuals surprised at this sudden development, what would be even more shocking would be the eyes of a dragon seeking them out. The dragon beckoned them over and looked into their minds. Ah, yes! These two will make fine dragonriders! Even with Leska's situation, Tselari hadn't ever thought about possibly pursuing a dragon of her own, being too busy with pleasing her mother. How could she guess that she, a simple farmer's girl, could be able to Stand? Taskelis took the chance, and pleaded his sister to come along with those excited eyes of his. And she would've said no...if this wasn't a solution to her current predicament. It was running away, yes, but it was running away to try and become something greater.
And so the siblings appeared over Mavros Weyr -so strange, that they were Searched by a Western dragon and not by Igen- to await the coming clutch of the Senior Weyrwoman. They didn't have to wait long; the eggs were pulsing and cracking, the Weyr humming before they had even been there a sevenday. The entire hatching was a mess of confusion, with dragonets hatching and Impressing left and right. Tselari was giving up hope when a gangly blue approached Taskelis and flashed rainbow eyes, dragging him off the Sands. While Tselari was disappointed at coming all this way to be left Standing, she felt joy for her brother in finding his lifemate, and knew that he would make a great dragonrider when he graduated. And so, she had to wait it out until the next clutch.
The next clutch came, still with no luck, but with great surprises; women Impressing browns and a heated accusation of the goldweyrling being a man. No wonder her parents never talked about this place! Brushing off fresh disappointment, Tselari spent the next months waiting for the youngest queens to rise and clutch. Of course, before she heard of a daring plan...
It sounded like something out of a silly scroll, but soon Tselari found herself being asked if she would Stand back in time. Back. In. Time. She'd heard whispers of the legends surrounding the great Lessa (once she'd left the farm, of course) but she assumed that to be what they were- legends. But apparently they had some sort of substance to them, because soon she found herself being carted on a bronze's back to an uninhabited Mavros. Tselari's anxiety for the return trip was already amped up by the loss of Orina and Dawinith, but there was nothing she could do but wait and see if she got passed up again.
Twenty-five eggs lay between the two queens, and while it wasn't expected from two entire queens, it was a large clutch nonetheless and held great potential. And Tselari found wonder in it all, conversing with an egg during the touching ceremony. She enjoyed the conversation and hoped the egg did well, but something told her that the hatchling inside wasn't for her. And indeed, it wasn't. Hatching Day came, and Tselari was pulled out of sleep by the call for Candidates to round up. After nearly crashing into a girl and trying to start up a conversation -which ended up turning out weirdly- a particularly long green hatched and began to creel. But it didn't go between. Instead, it stood between the girl and Tselari, and then began to turn one way..
...and butted her head right into Tselari's legs. Ts'lar Mine, please...there is too much. It hurts your Serenth! Tselari -no, Ts'lar? Did women even elide their names?- immediately felt the green's fear and sensitivity, and was ushered off the Sands in awe. She didn't know how she could've lived before without Serenth, but she wasn't sure what to make of her new name.
After all, wasn't it only the eccentric that elided their names?
CANDIDATE SECTION
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: Maybe T'lar? Ts'lar? Not entirely sure yet.
COLOR PREFERENCE: She's good for anything~ If Shintagoi gets green, I'd prefer Tselari not Impress the same color as him, but honestly I'll be good either way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
MUTATION?: Mutate it up m8
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
c. Turn them into a free use NPC, who will not be played by any one person exclusively but will continue to be developed by the combined efforts of the site's members.
RANK: Weyrling
AGE: 21 Turns
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
DRAGON: Green Serenth [x]
PETS:
APPEARANCE:
Unassuming and easily able to blend into a crowd, it's no wonder that Ts'lar isn't much to look at. Standing at a mere five feet tall, she is often overlooked by others. She has a very striking similarity to her blueriding brother, with a narrow face and chin that could shank a man. Ts'lar's skin is tanned over from life as a farmer's daughter, with a seemingly frail frame. Indeed, it took a good number of Turns for her to grow into her body, being a very gangly and awkward girl until maturity. A cloud of curly black hair explodes from her head and down past her shoulders, although most times it'll be tied up in a simple ponytail. Her eyes are a green-hazel and topped with expressive, thick eyebrows.
PERSONALITY FAULTS:
Ts'lar is a follower. Not that she is incapable of leadership if pressed, but her personal preference is to stay behind and blend in, mostly due to a sense of fear that comes with the idea of calling shots. See, Ts'lar struggles if there's no rulebook to follow, or no precedent set in place that tells her what to do. She feels extremely uncomfortable when put on the spot, and her lack of self-confidence may cause her to falter or blubber like an idiot, which only feeds the cycle of insecurity. So, she is resolved to follow the crowd, even if the crowd is rather corrupt. Ironically, Ts'lar has a strong sense of right versus wrong, it's just this stagefright of sorts that keeps her from doing anything about it.
Ts'lar usually isn't one to act without thinking- in fact, it's quite the opposite. She tends to overthink things, constantly second-guessing herself and mulling over all the possible outcomes instead of just doing anything. Ts'lar always assumes for the worst- that way, she thinks, if something good actually happens, it'll feel better. Or something. It's really just a pessimistic attitude, which can't really be excused, but that's that. She still hasn't entirely gotten over her sense of superiority over people who act without thinking, but it's at least something she is rather self-aware about and tries to correct. Her mind is often thinking in so many directions at once that Tselari finds it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time, often leading to the poor girl being very distracted.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:
Ts'lar is very family-oriented, and is willing to launch herself out of her comfort zone if it meant protecting her family- including whatever friends she makes. She is more likely to make a few super-close friends than twenty acquaintances, and she's always looking out for them. Unfortunately, the strong attachments stretch out to romance, and the first person she likes she will cling onto, even if their morals are...questionable. But no matter who they are, they will have her undying support and affections. She will follow them until she dies or they die, and unless the situation is especially horrible, very few things are likely to break that strong loyalty.
As well, this girl is smart. Like, super smart. It's a shame that her talents often go to waste with her lack of speaking up. Highly observant, she tends to notice small -and mostly irrelevant- details about her surroundings and the people around her. For as much as she overthinks and dramatizes things, Ts'lar's keen eyes usually don't miss very much. Except for the little pleasures in life, of course. While not likely to dream up groundbreaking equations or create revolutionary technology, there's no doubt that Ts'lar has a bright and powerful mind. If only she'd let that side of her show.
While not socially awkward, Ts'lar leans more towards the introverted side of the scale. Unlike her brother T'skel, she is perfectly content to sit alone with a hide, reading the day away. Neat and organized, Ts'lar always follows a pattern in her everyday life. Likely the neatest of all her brothers and sisters, Ts'lar is sure to always have a clean living space for herself- and potentially others around her.
FAMILY:
Father: Isskel - Master Farmcrafter
Mother: Tascera - Housewife
Siblings:
Iskerel - Journeyman Farmer (+12 Turns)
Kelasar - Journeyman Farmer (+9 Turns)
Tormaar - Journeyman Farmer (+7 Turns)
Silas - Journeyman Farmer (+7 Turns)
Leska - Weaver (+5 Turns)
- Niece: Neliska, Weyrbrat (fathered by B'nis of bronze Milaeth, -16 Turns)
HISTORY:
Tascera's latest pregnancy was a bit of a difficult one, her body likely worn out from the six children she bore before. Still though, the babe was born safely and the mother alive after the ordeal, which was firmly declared her last. So, it was no surprise that Tselari was a bit fussed over as a brat, her mother taking in the last moments of new motherhood before the girl grew up and she would have to wait for grandchildren to coddle babies again.
Tselari's upbringing was mostly tame, with a loving household and no shortage of siblings to play with. She would end up growing closest to Taskelis, the youngest son and sibling closest to her in age. Iskerel was already a working apprentice when she was born, and so her oldest two brothers were often working on the farm as she grew. She wasn't expected to work on the farm like her brothers, though; it was instilled to her early on that she would be taught the ways of a woman in the household, to eventually take care of children herself. Tselari didn't like the idea of having gross babies, but she didn't want to question her mother, and so she didn't step out of her bounds. Perhaps it'd be better, what with Leska's open bucking against the system placed for them- surely, her poor mother didn't need the stress of both her daughters being wild.
When Tselari was fourteen, one of her mother's longtime friends made a surprise appearance at their property, and had brought a few of her daughters with her for dinner and such. One of those daughters was about Tselari's age, a tall girl named Waira. Things didn't heat up right away, but they did get along splendidly at their first meeting. Tascera and her friend were pleased; perhaps the companionship might be much like their own? Unfortunately for the duo, it'd go much further. Waira had met Tselari outside of the latrines where, to Tselari's surprise, the other wordlessly went up and kissed her. Tselari didn't feel immediate disgust- in fact, she wanted to indulge further when Waira's little sister happened upon them. A child's report and a few disappointed glares later, Waira was promptly taken home. Tascera launched into a lecture about why Tselari shouldn't act that way with fellow girls, and how she'd be much better off finding a man and settling down. Tselari felt many things at once; longing, regret, shame, but mostly a grim realization that she didn't want that. She didn't want it even more than she wanted children; she had no interest in men and didn't feel towards them the way she felt about Waira. But she had to force herself to like men, if only to please her mother.
Just a bare two Turns later, any thoughts of courtship were wiped from mother and daughter's minds when Tselari discovered Leska with a swelling belly. She'd been having an affair with a handsome dragonrider she met at a Gather, and the sisters knew that their mother would never allow Leska to be a woman of a Weyr. One of Tascera's favorite mantras was about women in Weyrs being useless harlots, dumping grounds for dragonmen seed and nothing more. They left their children in the care of other women to go tail-chasing, instead of being a proper woman and wife to a real husband. Tselari was conflicted; be a good daughter and report the affair, or be a good sister and let Leska follow her dreams? She decided the latter, and in the night, Leska boarded the bronze's back and went between to Igen Weyr. Tascera freaked out when she found her daughter missing, and Tselari pretended to not know anything. It rocked her sense of morality, but she just had to be good to make up for it. Right?
Wrong. When she was nearing nineteen, her mother began to seek out marriage prospects for her, since she'd been to busy to (pretend to like) seek out a husband. Tselari began to panic; how could she pretend to love a man that she didn't want anything to do with? To clear her mind, she offered to help Taskelis on his errands to the Hold proper. While on the walk, she accidentally revealed her secret, and she expected backlash. Instead, Taskelis offered her his own, very similar secret. Both individuals surprised at this sudden development, what would be even more shocking would be the eyes of a dragon seeking them out. The dragon beckoned them over and looked into their minds. Ah, yes! These two will make fine dragonriders! Even with Leska's situation, Tselari hadn't ever thought about possibly pursuing a dragon of her own, being too busy with pleasing her mother. How could she guess that she, a simple farmer's girl, could be able to Stand? Taskelis took the chance, and pleaded his sister to come along with those excited eyes of his. And she would've said no...if this wasn't a solution to her current predicament. It was running away, yes, but it was running away to try and become something greater.
And so the siblings appeared over Mavros Weyr -so strange, that they were Searched by a Western dragon and not by Igen- to await the coming clutch of the Senior Weyrwoman. They didn't have to wait long; the eggs were pulsing and cracking, the Weyr humming before they had even been there a sevenday. The entire hatching was a mess of confusion, with dragonets hatching and Impressing left and right. Tselari was giving up hope when a gangly blue approached Taskelis and flashed rainbow eyes, dragging him off the Sands. While Tselari was disappointed at coming all this way to be left Standing, she felt joy for her brother in finding his lifemate, and knew that he would make a great dragonrider when he graduated. And so, she had to wait it out until the next clutch.
The next clutch came, still with no luck, but with great surprises; women Impressing browns and a heated accusation of the goldweyrling being a man. No wonder her parents never talked about this place! Brushing off fresh disappointment, Tselari spent the next months waiting for the youngest queens to rise and clutch. Of course, before she heard of a daring plan...
It sounded like something out of a silly scroll, but soon Tselari found herself being asked if she would Stand back in time. Back. In. Time. She'd heard whispers of the legends surrounding the great Lessa (once she'd left the farm, of course) but she assumed that to be what they were- legends. But apparently they had some sort of substance to them, because soon she found herself being carted on a bronze's back to an uninhabited Mavros. Tselari's anxiety for the return trip was already amped up by the loss of Orina and Dawinith, but there was nothing she could do but wait and see if she got passed up again.
Twenty-five eggs lay between the two queens, and while it wasn't expected from two entire queens, it was a large clutch nonetheless and held great potential. And Tselari found wonder in it all, conversing with an egg during the touching ceremony. She enjoyed the conversation and hoped the egg did well, but something told her that the hatchling inside wasn't for her. And indeed, it wasn't. Hatching Day came, and Tselari was pulled out of sleep by the call for Candidates to round up. After nearly crashing into a girl and trying to start up a conversation -which ended up turning out weirdly- a particularly long green hatched and began to creel. But it didn't go between. Instead, it stood between the girl and Tselari, and then began to turn one way..
...and butted her head right into Tselari's legs. Ts'lar Mine, please...there is too much. It hurts your Serenth! Tselari -no, Ts'lar? Did women even elide their names?- immediately felt the green's fear and sensitivity, and was ushered off the Sands in awe. She didn't know how she could've lived before without Serenth, but she wasn't sure what to make of her new name.
After all, wasn't it only the eccentric that elided their names?
CANDIDATE SECTION
PREFERRED RIDER ABBREVIATION: Maybe T'lar? Ts'lar? Not entirely sure yet.
COLOR PREFERENCE: She's good for anything~ If Shintagoi gets green, I'd prefer Tselari not Impress the same color as him, but honestly I'll be good either way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
MUTATION?: Mutate it up m8
IN THE EVENT OF YOUR SUDDEN, UNEXPLAINED DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE SITE AT ANY POINT IN TIME, WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BECOME OF THIS CHARACTER AND ANY CREATURES THEY MAY IMPRESS?
c. Turn them into a free use NPC, who will not be played by any one person exclusively but will continue to be developed by the combined efforts of the site's members.