Post by Taxx on Dec 2, 2017 23:36:15 GMT -5
NAME: Aleni
RANK: Weyrling
AGE: Twenty Turns
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Asexual
Dragon: Gold Riyobith
PETS: Sleek, Green Seaspitter
Dab, Green Firelizard
Skylight, Blue Gemglider
Red, Green Gemglider
APPEARANCE:
Aleni has always been on the slight side. She reaches a height of five feet, five inches, and tips the scales at 115 pounds. She is slender, seeming to be made up of long lines- long, slim arms with child-sized hands and delicate fingers, and equally long legs with tiny feet. Shoulders slope downward from a long, shapely neck. Her head is similarly exquisite, small ears, a small nose, eyes spaced just perfectly apart, lips that are perfectly plump.
Her eyes, almond-shaped, are chocolate brown, framed by darker lashes and with brows of the same dark shade arching over them. Her forehead stretches a short length above, and her hair is darker still- a black shade. Long and straight, it reaches past her shoulders and is her pride. She has created a part between the left and right that’s just off center, and she never ties it back, unless it’s absolutely required. She keeps the strands pulled forward to cover her ears, draping down the front, to frame her face.
Clothes make the person, Aleni believes, and she wears nothing but the best. New things appear in her closet regularly, and the slightest hole or rip in any garment is reason to toss it to the next person who doesn’t care how they look. Colors don’t matter quite as much; she has a marked preference for lighter colors, but anything that makes her look good works for her. But never trousers- trousers are clothes for boys, and men- and women who think of themselves as men.
Aleni walks with a rather wary step, acting as though she'd much rather escape notice; she'll never be the first to initiate interactions. She does have scars, mostly from the Hatchings she attended- blemishes on her skin that she carries as marks of honor, for what they mean.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Aleni has had to overcome some harsh treatment over her life, and it can be obvious in her reactions to daily life. She seems to always be waiting for the people around her to drop their friendly act and show their true colors, trading their warm attentions for cool words and judgmental eyes. She doesn't let down her guard very easily, a glower and short words her initial response to any attempt at companionship. Not exactly jaded, yet, but definitely quite suspicious at the real intent behind any interaction.
A bit on the rash side, she may not always stop and think before acting, and this can have negative impacts. She tends to be spurred to action at a second's notice, and it's gotten her into trouble a time or two- intentions meant well but not seen as such. Over the Turns, this has been tempered with the constant reminders to take time to consider her actions first, but in crisis situations, her tendency to act first comes back full force.
Aleni's got a bit of a temper too; along with her habit of second-guessing a person's motives, she can take offense at an imagined slight, reacting with annoyance on an instant.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Aleni’s strongest positive is also half a negative. She knows her mind, knows what’s best for her and won’t be dissuaded or pushed to change an aspect of herself. She may change an aspect that affects other people, such as her tendency to act without thinking, but anything that solely affects her remains up to her to change or keep the same.
Her drive to be a rider keeps her going, and Aleni doesn’t mind getting dirty- to a degree. If given the choice, she’ll opt for duties that don’t involve herdbeasts or runnerbeasts. She can be a bit obsessive over finishing chores, her standards of cleanliness rather high- more for her own benefit than for the chance to outdo her fellows. No matter what they might think.
She carries a great deal of respect for the dragonriders, hoping one day to join their ranks- after all, that’s why she’s here. She was told she had the potential, and though six Turns have passed with no dragon giving her more than a passing glance, she’s still got time, and her expectations remain. Until then, she’ll carry on as she has.
FAMILY: Father: T'vil of bronze Dasiryth
Mother: Arvia of Benden Hold
Brother: T'vir of blue Brauth
Sister: Vitra, Mavros Candidate
HISTORY: Arlin was born to bronzerider T'vil and weyrfolk Arvia at Benden Hold. The two were close, though not weyrmated, and when bronze Dasiryth lost a Flight, T’vil turned to Arvia; nine months later, she delivered a boy, allowing T’vil to name him. The rider decided on Arlin, and from the start, gave voice to the hope that one day his son would follow in his footsteps and Impress a bronze.
Arlin, however, was just as strong-willed as his father, and as he grew, so formed a strengthening conviction that he wasn’t a boy at all- it didn’t matter what he’d been born as. In mind (if not body) he was female.
T’vil and Arvia both displayed disgust when he mentioned it; both told him that he was a boy, both refused to accept the way he felt. T’vil, especially, came down hard on him, embarrassed at the thought of any of the Holders finding out about his son’s strange belief. As Arlin was apprentice aged by now, the bronzerider began to push him into some craft, hoping to encourage Arlin to embrace his ‘maleness.’
His father’s ideal choice of craft centered around mining, or beastcraft, or some other craft that would require him to be surrounded by a wealth of men (as though by being around them he would undergo a miraculous change of mind); Arlin rebelled. He wasn’t going to be bullied into turning into a clone of his father, and it was at this time that he began to distance himself from his parents, and going full ahead with the changes he’d been hedging on for fear of their disapproval.
He had always felt like a she, and she was how Arlin began to introduce herself. The problem of her name was one that came up immediately- it marked him as son to T’vil, and that wouldn’t do. Aleni, however, had no such ties, and it was the name she adopted for herself. At this newest daring, T’vil broke all ties, refusing to acknowledge comments on his son, settling for the easiest explanation in that he had been sent away to apprentice to someone far away. And he had other kids to focus on by now- kids who weren’t such a complete disappointment.
Aleni preferred it that way. Without her father’s disapproving presence, she began to make changes that made her more comfortable; she exchanged trousers for skirts and dresses, let her hair grow out, adapted her stride and posture. In every way possible, she distanced herself from her parents and the person they thought she should be. The problem remained, however, that few of the people she had known, had befriended, accepted her changes, and they had no trouble taunting her relentlessly.
It got easier when, at fourteen Turns, she was Searched by a rider from the newly formed Mavros Weyr. She hardly had to think about it, agreeing to go with him. She never bothered telling her parents; she hadn’t spoken to either of them in Turns by that time. Packed and ready to go in an hour’s time and then away. When they had landed in the Bowl, Aleni was taken straight off to meet the Candidatemaster and get herself settled into the Barracks with the rest of the girls.
Aleni, however, kept herself at an arm’s-length. She would answer a question asked, but seldom asked a question first, and while she was willing to be friendly, she couldn’t help but think of what might happen if one of them found out. Still, she did make friends, though she was never the openly demonstrative type- a word of greeting and short moments of conversation suited her far better than over the top displays.
Since then, she has continued her Candidacy, doing the chores required of her, attending lessons and Touchings and Hatchings, always left Standing but remaining hopeful that the one waiting for her will be among future clutches.
Aerroth's clutch held her dragon- but not the one she had expected. Not green, or blue, or even brown- but gold. The surprise was quickly interrupted by her brother's loud objections, and the telling of the secret she'd only told Srunae. The repercussions of that have yet to be known, but with Riyobith at her side, Aleni hopes she can weather them.
RANK: Weyrling
AGE: Twenty Turns
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Asexual
Dragon: Gold Riyobith
PETS: Sleek, Green Seaspitter
Dab, Green Firelizard
Skylight, Blue Gemglider
Red, Green Gemglider
APPEARANCE:
Aleni has always been on the slight side. She reaches a height of five feet, five inches, and tips the scales at 115 pounds. She is slender, seeming to be made up of long lines- long, slim arms with child-sized hands and delicate fingers, and equally long legs with tiny feet. Shoulders slope downward from a long, shapely neck. Her head is similarly exquisite, small ears, a small nose, eyes spaced just perfectly apart, lips that are perfectly plump.
Her eyes, almond-shaped, are chocolate brown, framed by darker lashes and with brows of the same dark shade arching over them. Her forehead stretches a short length above, and her hair is darker still- a black shade. Long and straight, it reaches past her shoulders and is her pride. She has created a part between the left and right that’s just off center, and she never ties it back, unless it’s absolutely required. She keeps the strands pulled forward to cover her ears, draping down the front, to frame her face.
Clothes make the person, Aleni believes, and she wears nothing but the best. New things appear in her closet regularly, and the slightest hole or rip in any garment is reason to toss it to the next person who doesn’t care how they look. Colors don’t matter quite as much; she has a marked preference for lighter colors, but anything that makes her look good works for her. But never trousers- trousers are clothes for boys, and men- and women who think of themselves as men.
Aleni walks with a rather wary step, acting as though she'd much rather escape notice; she'll never be the first to initiate interactions. She does have scars, mostly from the Hatchings she attended- blemishes on her skin that she carries as marks of honor, for what they mean.
PERSONALITY FAULTS: Aleni has had to overcome some harsh treatment over her life, and it can be obvious in her reactions to daily life. She seems to always be waiting for the people around her to drop their friendly act and show their true colors, trading their warm attentions for cool words and judgmental eyes. She doesn't let down her guard very easily, a glower and short words her initial response to any attempt at companionship. Not exactly jaded, yet, but definitely quite suspicious at the real intent behind any interaction.
A bit on the rash side, she may not always stop and think before acting, and this can have negative impacts. She tends to be spurred to action at a second's notice, and it's gotten her into trouble a time or two- intentions meant well but not seen as such. Over the Turns, this has been tempered with the constant reminders to take time to consider her actions first, but in crisis situations, her tendency to act first comes back full force.
Aleni's got a bit of a temper too; along with her habit of second-guessing a person's motives, she can take offense at an imagined slight, reacting with annoyance on an instant.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Aleni’s strongest positive is also half a negative. She knows her mind, knows what’s best for her and won’t be dissuaded or pushed to change an aspect of herself. She may change an aspect that affects other people, such as her tendency to act without thinking, but anything that solely affects her remains up to her to change or keep the same.
Her drive to be a rider keeps her going, and Aleni doesn’t mind getting dirty- to a degree. If given the choice, she’ll opt for duties that don’t involve herdbeasts or runnerbeasts. She can be a bit obsessive over finishing chores, her standards of cleanliness rather high- more for her own benefit than for the chance to outdo her fellows. No matter what they might think.
She carries a great deal of respect for the dragonriders, hoping one day to join their ranks- after all, that’s why she’s here. She was told she had the potential, and though six Turns have passed with no dragon giving her more than a passing glance, she’s still got time, and her expectations remain. Until then, she’ll carry on as she has.
FAMILY: Father: T'vil of bronze Dasiryth
Mother: Arvia of Benden Hold
Brother: T'vir of blue Brauth
Sister: Vitra, Mavros Candidate
HISTORY: Arlin was born to bronzerider T'vil and weyrfolk Arvia at Benden Hold. The two were close, though not weyrmated, and when bronze Dasiryth lost a Flight, T’vil turned to Arvia; nine months later, she delivered a boy, allowing T’vil to name him. The rider decided on Arlin, and from the start, gave voice to the hope that one day his son would follow in his footsteps and Impress a bronze.
Arlin, however, was just as strong-willed as his father, and as he grew, so formed a strengthening conviction that he wasn’t a boy at all- it didn’t matter what he’d been born as. In mind (if not body) he was female.
T’vil and Arvia both displayed disgust when he mentioned it; both told him that he was a boy, both refused to accept the way he felt. T’vil, especially, came down hard on him, embarrassed at the thought of any of the Holders finding out about his son’s strange belief. As Arlin was apprentice aged by now, the bronzerider began to push him into some craft, hoping to encourage Arlin to embrace his ‘maleness.’
His father’s ideal choice of craft centered around mining, or beastcraft, or some other craft that would require him to be surrounded by a wealth of men (as though by being around them he would undergo a miraculous change of mind); Arlin rebelled. He wasn’t going to be bullied into turning into a clone of his father, and it was at this time that he began to distance himself from his parents, and going full ahead with the changes he’d been hedging on for fear of their disapproval.
He had always felt like a she, and she was how Arlin began to introduce herself. The problem of her name was one that came up immediately- it marked him as son to T’vil, and that wouldn’t do. Aleni, however, had no such ties, and it was the name she adopted for herself. At this newest daring, T’vil broke all ties, refusing to acknowledge comments on his son, settling for the easiest explanation in that he had been sent away to apprentice to someone far away. And he had other kids to focus on by now- kids who weren’t such a complete disappointment.
Aleni preferred it that way. Without her father’s disapproving presence, she began to make changes that made her more comfortable; she exchanged trousers for skirts and dresses, let her hair grow out, adapted her stride and posture. In every way possible, she distanced herself from her parents and the person they thought she should be. The problem remained, however, that few of the people she had known, had befriended, accepted her changes, and they had no trouble taunting her relentlessly.
It got easier when, at fourteen Turns, she was Searched by a rider from the newly formed Mavros Weyr. She hardly had to think about it, agreeing to go with him. She never bothered telling her parents; she hadn’t spoken to either of them in Turns by that time. Packed and ready to go in an hour’s time and then away. When they had landed in the Bowl, Aleni was taken straight off to meet the Candidatemaster and get herself settled into the Barracks with the rest of the girls.
Aleni, however, kept herself at an arm’s-length. She would answer a question asked, but seldom asked a question first, and while she was willing to be friendly, she couldn’t help but think of what might happen if one of them found out. Still, she did make friends, though she was never the openly demonstrative type- a word of greeting and short moments of conversation suited her far better than over the top displays.
Since then, she has continued her Candidacy, doing the chores required of her, attending lessons and Touchings and Hatchings, always left Standing but remaining hopeful that the one waiting for her will be among future clutches.
Aerroth's clutch held her dragon- but not the one she had expected. Not green, or blue, or even brown- but gold. The surprise was quickly interrupted by her brother's loud objections, and the telling of the secret she'd only told Srunae. The repercussions of that have yet to be known, but with Riyobith at her side, Aleni hopes she can weather them.
