Post by Alyx on Sept 2, 2018 1:51:33 GMT -5
Face Claim: Odette Annable
NAME: Melana (Mel to a very few she allows to call her so)
RANK: Goldrider, Senior Weyrwoman of Mavros Weyr
AGE: 19 Turns (17 turns at impression)
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
DRAGON: Gold Sularenth{FFF70F}
PETS:
Tao; feline (see below)
Filigree; Brown Spitter
Valor; Bronze Firelizard
APPEARANCE:
Standing at 5’9”, Melana is a striking sight now that she’s grown. With long, dark hair to her middle back and warm, mocha skin, she’s done her best to craft herself into the image of a powerful Goldrider. Brown hazel eyes matched with the fine-boned features of her face, and the soft, fill, rose-hued lips make her look both alluring and intimidating. Her slender body has been toned by both training and caring for her dragon, but it hasn’t lost its curves. Strong arms and legs paired with the sensual curves of her hips, waist, and fairly apparent chest complete a package that Melana has worked very hard on, wanting to add to the image she is making for herself.
If not in Rider’s gear, she prefers lighter clothing; something easy to move in, but that shows off her unique physical qualities. Her colors of choice are normally purples, blues, or greens, with earthier accents. If Melana has to dress up, she does it with style, option for deeper purples and creams to stand well against her darker completions. She is not a big fan of jewelry, but she does have a few small bits and bobs that she holds personally close – One, a bracelet that the Crèche children made for her out of brightly colored string and beads filched from the Weaver's quarters, and the Second, a collection of charms on a worn chain she wears around her neck.
PERSONALITY FAULTS:
Given her past, it is almost a given that Melana has trust issues. It’s almost like she expects people who call themselves her friends to turn on her at some point, be it for power or emotional reasons. Because of this, she’s turned out to be emotionally cold and distant from most people. She’s very self-focused, her ambition one of the driving forces in her life; she wants to be the best, no matter the cost. She speaks bluntly and honest, often sharper and snappier then needed, but doesn’t seem to care if she runs over someone’s feelings in the course of her own planning. She doesn’t want to rely on others, but she will use them if they are silly enough to let her, maneuvering them like chess pieces to try to obtain her goals.
PERSONALITY STRENGTHS:
If you can manage to get past the thorns and traps of her personality, Melana can be a loyal and protective friend, even an ally. She lets so few in that when she does, they are almost as important to her as her Sularenth, and she will treat them with a fair honestly most do not earn from her. She is an excellent diplomat and excels at debate and dealing. As sharp and hurtful as her tongue, when twisted right, she can be as sweet and sugary as syrup when the time presents itself, making her both charming as well as helpful when facing challenging negotiations. Melana is driven by an urge to be the best, the most powerful, and so throws herself into tasks and lessons with fervor. She wants to learn because learning brings knowledge, and knowledge brings power.
FAMILY:
Father; Unknown
Mother; Unknown
Siblings; Unknown
Other; --
HISTORY:
It was a stormy night when Melana entered the world; it would be a stretch to say ‘welcomed’. Her mother didn’t want her, quickly handing her off to the High Reaches Crèche before the babe was even dry. If her father knew of her, he never cared enough to come looking for her. Melana lacks any real memory of either; that suits her just fine. After all, if they didn’t care enough to want her, she didn’t want them. She didn’t need them; she had the Crèche. Siblings in all but blood, a ‘mother’ that cared for her and pushed her with love the way her birth parents hadn’t bothered to.
Even young, she stood up for that family; at four or five, so tiny and yet full of fire, she’d taken on a group of boys caterwauling at a tiny, blonde girl not much older than herself. It had only taken a couple of threats to send the boys fleeing, which was sad really. The girl she’d saved, would shyly tell gave Melana her name as Deidre. The girls quickly became the best of friends, Melana doing her best to chase off anyone that might bother her friend, and the two sharing everything from meals to chores together. It was a happy time, one Melana wanted to last forever.
Several years later, nearly ten turns, while doing kitchen chores, the pair happened to be paired with a third – which happened, so as fate liked to twist, be one of the boys that Melana had chased away. She expected it would be bad, but she was surprised to find the boy had changed. He was nice, almost sweet, and actually apologetic for what had happened. Suspicious as she might have been, Deidre wanted to see the good in him, and so Melana let it got. Taklon turned out to be... well, okay. In no time, he was as close to the pair of girls as they were to each other. The pair included him in their games, their meals, and their secrets; the trio of troublemakers where soon inseparable for two turns or more.
Then Taklon just… vanished. No word, no note, nothing. Deidre was heartbroken, and Melana was furious that the boy had vanished without a single care of how it might affect them. When he’d finally popped back up, Melana had reminded him quickly what a force she could be, tearing him down over what she felt had been an abandonment of both her friend and herself. Taklon weathered the verbal assault, waiting for Melana to breathe before butting in and speaking his own mind, explaining his reasons for vanishing before Melana could rip into him again.
Candidacy. He was a candidate, for a dragon! There wasn’t a child in the crèche that didn’t dream of getting onto Sands, getting a Dragon. Most were offspring of Dragonriders, and High Reaches Weyr was like a tantalizing beacon for their hopes and dreams. Whatever anger the girls bore toward their friend vanished quickly. They promised they would be there, to see him impress; he had to! They learned through him, after his classes and their chores, they would sit with him and take in everything Taklon would tell them about what the candidates were learning. Some of it was gross, but most of it was just fuel for the dream that they might have their own shot at those sands someday soon.
Taklon shared it all; even his own dreams of what his hatchling might be, and where it might take him. And they dreams were big; bigger then Melana would have thought of him. He spoke of how he wanted to make Wingsecond or even Wingleader. Maybe even Weyrleader! And if that happened, then he'd bring them both to live with him and they'd always be together. He promised them, crossing pinkies with each, looking them both in the eyes as he made the promise over and over again.
But the worse thing about dreams is how easily they are shattered. On the day of the hatching, the girls escaped chores and their ‘mother’s’ watchful eyes to steal into the stands, wiggling their way down into the lower rows to gaze at the massive eggs, the beautiful Queen, and the gathered candidates. Bouncing, they waved frantically at Taklon, but he was too understandably distracted. But, one by one the eggs hatched, hatchlings Impressed… and Taklon was left standing on the Sands.
The girls quickly found their friend after, comforting the heartbroken boy, hugging him for hours and repeating the mantra so many candidates had heard before. ‘It will be alright. Next time.’ But again and again and again, the boy was left standing and the girls repeated their same, soft comforting. Then, finally, came Dionymuth. A big, wonderful Brown that all but ran Taklon over, proclaiming him ‘T’lon’ just a turn before the boy would have aged out of Candidateship. Melana and Deidre cheered for him, happy their friend had finally gotten the dragon he’d wanted so very much.
And friends have a way of becoming more than friends; Deidre and T’lon did that to her too. Pairing up, leaving her on the outside… she wasn’t sure which she was more upset at for that; but happy at the same time? It didn’t make sense. Feelings twisted, jealousy and happiness knotting themselves in her gut as she watched T’lon train with his Brown. She wanted a dragon too... why couldn’t she have one too? T’lon would have his family, his real family outside the crèche, and now he was seemingly set on stealing away Deidre too! He didn’t need her too, he had everything else! Couldn’t he leave Melana at least something!
The rivalry, if you wanted to call it that, was pretty one-sided; T’lon either didn’t notice or didn’t understand and let it be. That didn’t stop her from feeding off the jealousy, the need to be better, to prove herself, and possibly steal her friend back from the Brownrider before he could take her away completely. As Melana charmed her way into Candidacy, Deidre was set to become a Harper, with her light fingers and melodious voice.
And T'lon had ambitions to be a Wingleader someday. How droll; how common thinking! Why settle for something so low on the list? Melana wanted more – a lot more. She wanted it all, the top; a Gold Queen, and the power and respect that brought. To stand by her lovely Gold, looming over a clutch of perfect eggs, full of Bronzes and Browns and, yes, even shiny Gold daughters. A Weyr that would call HER Senior, follow her rules and words. Then, then she would bring the pair of them to follow her, and she’d be able to prove she was more than worthy. She didn’t share the dream, but held it close to her heart and waited.
Seventeen. She had passed her seventeenth turn when the Searchrider came, hailing from Mavros Weyr, frantic for Candidates. Not just any candidates; female candidates to stand for a pair of Gold Eggs. Yes! Her chance! She ran to grab her things; she caught both her friends en route, dragging them with her as she spilled out the details. She’d tossed her things into her bag, barely noticing as Deidre shook her head and folded them for her, clearly taking Melana’s excitement in stride. All too soon, what little she owned was packed, and she was throwing her arms around her friends’ necks in turn.
“I promise! I promise to Impress the biggest, most beautiful Gold you have ever seen! And as soon as I can, I’m coming back and stealing you both away to be there with me!” T’lon laughed, hugging her back, and made her promise to write. Deidre made her swear to stay safe. She kissed the other girl on the cheek, then did the same to T’lon for good measure – and threatened him to take care of ‘their’ Deidre what she was gone. They saw her back to the Searchrider and waved as the man hauled her up onto the back of his dragon. A flash between; and below them stretched Mavros Weyr. With eggs on the Sands. Gold Eggs. Her chance…
And, surprisingly, she made good on the promise she’s so brazenly made to her friends. From the pair of Gold eggs came two beautiful, but so very different, Gold Queens. One of them, strong and powerful, was Sularenth...HER Sularenth. Her personality reflected Melana’s so very perfectly – both driven, determined to be the best… they were the best together. She might not be the most beautiful, but Sularenth was powerful. And Melana wanted powerful. They would lead, whether people wished them to do so or not.
Melana threw herself into her lessons, focused on proving she was everything she claimed, and more. Sularenth’s edge only drove her own, the Rider and Dragon flowing between each other into a rather impressive cocktail. She found herself at least mutely caring for Srunae, the petite girl that had Impress her own Sularenth’s twin – mostly, she supposed, because the Dragons cared so deeply for each other. But that was it! She kept everyone else at a distance as best she could… she would not be hurt like Deidre and T’lon had hurt her before. She had goals!
And though she loathed being ‘second’ to anyone… but if she had to be, she supposed Srunae was at least acceptable in that way as well. If only the other girl would quick fawning over their idiotic Weyrleader. Now, nearing the end of their Weyrling training, Melana was soon to be what she always wanted to be – at least in part. A Goldrider, with power… though not the full power she wanted, it was a start. She had long given up the thought of returning to collect her friends; Deidre and T’lon seemed quick happy without her; she missed them, Deidre especially, but she didn’t yet have the power that would let her steal them away. Yet…
Non-Bonded Pet
NAME: Tao
SPECIES: Feline, domesticated (well, semi-domesticated) {Tao's arrival here}
AGE: Young (only a couple months)
APPEARANCE: To Come, pic as referance for now
PERSONALITY: Tao is a typical feline; aloof to strangers until he really gets to know them, but eventually he warms up to most people. (more to come)
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?
a. Put them up for adoption by another player. (or kill her off in an awesome, plot like way!)