Jazira of green Felmath [complete]
Jun 24, 2011 16:54:42 GMT -5
Post by kickflare on Jun 24, 2011 16:54:42 GMT -5
Name: Jazira 'Jazz for short'
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthdate (Season): June 1st, (Summer)
Location: transferred from Benden
Rank: None
Wing (if applicable): Not assigned yet
Family: Died upon leaving benden weyr
Physical Appearance: Jazira's hair is waist length, raggedly cut so it resemble layering...somewhat. THe color is fairly unusual in its self as its a deep tarnished bronze with the odd red streak to give the color a more bloody appearance. During summer, if she spends too much time in the sun, her hair will bleach to the point of being a bright copper color, like a new two pence coin. Jazira's eyes are slender almond shape, framed with dark thick lashes, the iris color is a deep, forbodding, dark ivy green, only marred by the occassional amber and blue flecks. Standing a meagre height of 5 foot 2 inches, Jazira hardly seems one to gain much respect, but you know what the old saying says. All good things come in small packages, especially poison ;p
She could almost be considered beautiful, but her build seems to take what beauty her face holds, her shoulders look a little too broad to belong to a female but do hold a formiddable breast size, yet her body has point blank refused to hold the hourglass figure many look for, and instead she has a somewhat triangle shape that remains perfect until it reaches past her waist, which curve out an alarming amount to accomadate her hips before leading down to overly toned legs. Her skin is almost porclain white, only marred along her arms and back due to the freckles, yet the freckles have avoided her face all together. Many times, she had new friends rub their finger along her cheek to see if her skin is really as smooth as it looks.
Jazira can usually be found wearing a light weight t-shirt that seems to be three sizes too big for her and a pair of tanned leather trousers and old riding boots that seem like they're too big for her feet but actually fit perfectly. Her hair is usually braid back to keep it out of the way when she's charging around the weyr doing numerous chores. Although her usual and favourite chore is chasing the tunnel snakes out of the older rooms in her home weyr.
Personality: Jazira is a bit of a firecracker, never backing down from a challenge and often playing as one of the guys, despite the obvious fact she is female. She has often refered to herself as a guy in a woman's body, but is quite happy being female, even if she is a female who doesn't mind getting knee high in mud and dirt and throwing punches when fights breaks out. Despite being a firecracker, she does have some control and will snap back with either a rude remark or a sarcastic comeback of some derogatory nature. When it comes verbal fights, Jazira is like a firelizard with a fresh slab of meat, she doesn't back down unless someone whom she respects greatly steps in and warns her off, even then she won't leave without the last word. For this, Jazira has had her fair share of fights and has scars to prove them as well.
And when it comes to the opposite sex, Jazz can be just as much of a perv as guys can, although it does seem that only reason she does this to make a point that girls can easily be a crude as men when it comes to admiring them as though they were slabs of meat.
History: Jazira was born on the trade routes between Benden hold and High Reaches Hold. Her conception was not planned by her mother, but due to the lack of remedies available to her, she continued the pregnancy, choosing to treat her child with as much as love and respect as possible. Her family had hoped they would reach High Reaches Hold before her mother went into the labour, but alas, it was not to be and despite Jazira being the first child to the young woman, she was birthed quickly and without any issues. Her poor mother had little chance to get any painkillers because as soon as labour had started, it was over and she had a little squirming bundle in her arms not 20 minutes later.
Growing up on the road, meant Jazira naturally got a thrist for the outdoors and when she hit 6 she was finally allowed to ride on runnerbeast without her mother or father with her and prove her natural balance and stablity on horseback. Her aunty who had little grace on horseback would often state that Jazira had been born with a bum of super glue as even when her runnerbeast would buck and rear, Jazira remained firmly seated on the beast's back as though it were simply walking. On the travels around the continent, Jazira learnt the skills of her parents, tanning and metal work as well other skills such as surviving in the wilderness and keeping herself safe. Despite the fact many would consider her way of life a disadvantage, to Jazira she would not change it for anything. She loved the long open roads, being up to gaze up at the stars at nights and know that every day there was always something different. Into her late teens, Jazira showed little interested in finding husband which upset her mother who had tried desperately to get her daughter a decent suitor. Instead most of the guys stated, yes Jazira was a pretty girl, but she was too 'masculine' for their tastes. Despite her family's best efforts, Jazira made no attempt to get to grow closer to any males put forward to her and those who tried to push or frighten her inot it, would end up with a mean right hook to the face. It took her aunty stepping in as stating the girl would settle down with a husband in her own time for her mtoher to back off. Stopping a nearby hold, her family loaded up a fresh wagon on supplies before heading up towards Benden weyr to trade once more as they had many times before, only this time. It would be their last trip. On they way up to the weyr, her family became ill, and they spoke to the headwoman to leave Jazira with them as they knew they would not last much longer but they rejected any form of medical help, being old school in their ways they left soon afterwards so Jazira would not have to see them waste away further. They died on the way down from benden weyr and let the earth take their bodies back as nature intended. Jazira however quickly settled into her new life at the weyr, choosing to burying herself neck deep in chores so she would have little to no time to think over her family's death.
at 18 years old, Jazz had been helping the drudges bring in buckets of meat for the candidates at a hatching as well as serving guests food and drinks. After being shouted at by a snotty spare of one of the minor holds that tithed to Benden, Jazz had lost her temper and snapped back before stopping as a soft voice entered her mind and green stopped near her.
"Y'know, i don't think its such a good idea to shout at him..."
In complete shock and surprise Jazz had turned and stared at beautiful petite green that stood near her feet before gettng abucket of a meat to feed her. THat moment changed Jazz's life forever. She quickly adapted to the unexpected change and worked hard to become the best rider possible. Weyrling flying lessons... had been interesting as Jazz proved her bum did have super glue when Flemath got excited and was racing around at high speed with sharp turnings and near sudden stops in the sky. With no threadfall to hinder their activities, Jazz and Felmath quickly took up jobs exploring nearby forests at low altitude, often showing off as they weaved at speed between trees before heading up back into the skies.
Dragon yes
Name: Felmath
Color: fighter.
Size: Just shy of 21 feet
Age: 1 and half turns
Clutch Parents:
Physical Appearance: Felmath is a strikingly bright-colored green: vivid emerald, untarnished by tinges of either blue or brown. From her forehead just between her headknobs to the fork of her tail runs a single narrow dorsal stripe of very dark forest green, and two fainter, broader stripes run in parallel along her flanks. Apart from that, her only other markings are only visible when her wings are spread: she has a faint spotting of lighter lime green along the edges of her wing membranes.
This green is quite small, and has often be mistaken for a weyrling from a distance. Something about her build is vaguely reminiscent of a racing runnerbeast. Just shy of twenty-one feet long, petite limbs and short, blunt wings make her look even smaller. Still, those wings will make her fantastic at dodging and weaving through narrow quarters – this is one green who can fly down a narrow canyon at top speed without even batting an eye – but long, straight flights tire her quickly. Jazira’s talent at horseback riding comes in handy with Felmath; while she is considerably larger than a runnerbeast, it takes an iron stomach and a solid seat to keep up with the speed of this racing green!
Personality: Formality? What’s that? Felmath is an incredibly casual girl, and subtlety and pretty words are both lost on her. If she fancies a male and wants him to chase her, she’ll tell him so. If she thinks an idea is good or bad, she’ll say it. She’s not necessarily as blunt as her rider… Felmath will usually try to avoid hurting others’ feelings or picking fights, which will help her with her confrontational bonded. But she doesn’t spend much time thinking about how to word things pretty. Felmath speaks in colloquialisms, even to queens and bronzes, tending to end sentences with y’know? or cheerily hurling in the latest word she learned from Jazira's many talks with the sciencific group.
Felmath’s most curious quirk is her dislike of riding straps; the green has quite sensitive hide, and she just doesn’t like the feel of the leather on her skin! She will wear them for as short a period a time as possible, insist on having them off as soon as Jazz is dismounted… And for short flights, she might even encourage her rider to hop on without using a harness at all. Felmath isn’t irresponsible, though, and if Jazz should ever agree, she will be diligently careful to avoid sudden turns or stops when her rider is going bareback. The rest of the time, she will want to be washed and oiled regularly even past weyrlinghood: again, a symptom of the sensitive hide, unfortunately prone to chafing and cracking.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthdate (Season): June 1st, (Summer)
Location: transferred from Benden
Rank: None
Wing (if applicable): Not assigned yet
Family: Died upon leaving benden weyr
Physical Appearance: Jazira's hair is waist length, raggedly cut so it resemble layering...somewhat. THe color is fairly unusual in its self as its a deep tarnished bronze with the odd red streak to give the color a more bloody appearance. During summer, if she spends too much time in the sun, her hair will bleach to the point of being a bright copper color, like a new two pence coin. Jazira's eyes are slender almond shape, framed with dark thick lashes, the iris color is a deep, forbodding, dark ivy green, only marred by the occassional amber and blue flecks. Standing a meagre height of 5 foot 2 inches, Jazira hardly seems one to gain much respect, but you know what the old saying says. All good things come in small packages, especially poison ;p
She could almost be considered beautiful, but her build seems to take what beauty her face holds, her shoulders look a little too broad to belong to a female but do hold a formiddable breast size, yet her body has point blank refused to hold the hourglass figure many look for, and instead she has a somewhat triangle shape that remains perfect until it reaches past her waist, which curve out an alarming amount to accomadate her hips before leading down to overly toned legs. Her skin is almost porclain white, only marred along her arms and back due to the freckles, yet the freckles have avoided her face all together. Many times, she had new friends rub their finger along her cheek to see if her skin is really as smooth as it looks.
Jazira can usually be found wearing a light weight t-shirt that seems to be three sizes too big for her and a pair of tanned leather trousers and old riding boots that seem like they're too big for her feet but actually fit perfectly. Her hair is usually braid back to keep it out of the way when she's charging around the weyr doing numerous chores. Although her usual and favourite chore is chasing the tunnel snakes out of the older rooms in her home weyr.
Personality: Jazira is a bit of a firecracker, never backing down from a challenge and often playing as one of the guys, despite the obvious fact she is female. She has often refered to herself as a guy in a woman's body, but is quite happy being female, even if she is a female who doesn't mind getting knee high in mud and dirt and throwing punches when fights breaks out. Despite being a firecracker, she does have some control and will snap back with either a rude remark or a sarcastic comeback of some derogatory nature. When it comes verbal fights, Jazira is like a firelizard with a fresh slab of meat, she doesn't back down unless someone whom she respects greatly steps in and warns her off, even then she won't leave without the last word. For this, Jazira has had her fair share of fights and has scars to prove them as well.
And when it comes to the opposite sex, Jazz can be just as much of a perv as guys can, although it does seem that only reason she does this to make a point that girls can easily be a crude as men when it comes to admiring them as though they were slabs of meat.
History: Jazira was born on the trade routes between Benden hold and High Reaches Hold. Her conception was not planned by her mother, but due to the lack of remedies available to her, she continued the pregnancy, choosing to treat her child with as much as love and respect as possible. Her family had hoped they would reach High Reaches Hold before her mother went into the labour, but alas, it was not to be and despite Jazira being the first child to the young woman, she was birthed quickly and without any issues. Her poor mother had little chance to get any painkillers because as soon as labour had started, it was over and she had a little squirming bundle in her arms not 20 minutes later.
Growing up on the road, meant Jazira naturally got a thrist for the outdoors and when she hit 6 she was finally allowed to ride on runnerbeast without her mother or father with her and prove her natural balance and stablity on horseback. Her aunty who had little grace on horseback would often state that Jazira had been born with a bum of super glue as even when her runnerbeast would buck and rear, Jazira remained firmly seated on the beast's back as though it were simply walking. On the travels around the continent, Jazira learnt the skills of her parents, tanning and metal work as well other skills such as surviving in the wilderness and keeping herself safe. Despite the fact many would consider her way of life a disadvantage, to Jazira she would not change it for anything. She loved the long open roads, being up to gaze up at the stars at nights and know that every day there was always something different. Into her late teens, Jazira showed little interested in finding husband which upset her mother who had tried desperately to get her daughter a decent suitor. Instead most of the guys stated, yes Jazira was a pretty girl, but she was too 'masculine' for their tastes. Despite her family's best efforts, Jazira made no attempt to get to grow closer to any males put forward to her and those who tried to push or frighten her inot it, would end up with a mean right hook to the face. It took her aunty stepping in as stating the girl would settle down with a husband in her own time for her mtoher to back off. Stopping a nearby hold, her family loaded up a fresh wagon on supplies before heading up towards Benden weyr to trade once more as they had many times before, only this time. It would be their last trip. On they way up to the weyr, her family became ill, and they spoke to the headwoman to leave Jazira with them as they knew they would not last much longer but they rejected any form of medical help, being old school in their ways they left soon afterwards so Jazira would not have to see them waste away further. They died on the way down from benden weyr and let the earth take their bodies back as nature intended. Jazira however quickly settled into her new life at the weyr, choosing to burying herself neck deep in chores so she would have little to no time to think over her family's death.
at 18 years old, Jazz had been helping the drudges bring in buckets of meat for the candidates at a hatching as well as serving guests food and drinks. After being shouted at by a snotty spare of one of the minor holds that tithed to Benden, Jazz had lost her temper and snapped back before stopping as a soft voice entered her mind and green stopped near her.
"Y'know, i don't think its such a good idea to shout at him..."
In complete shock and surprise Jazz had turned and stared at beautiful petite green that stood near her feet before gettng abucket of a meat to feed her. THat moment changed Jazz's life forever. She quickly adapted to the unexpected change and worked hard to become the best rider possible. Weyrling flying lessons... had been interesting as Jazz proved her bum did have super glue when Flemath got excited and was racing around at high speed with sharp turnings and near sudden stops in the sky. With no threadfall to hinder their activities, Jazz and Felmath quickly took up jobs exploring nearby forests at low altitude, often showing off as they weaved at speed between trees before heading up back into the skies.
Dragon yes
Name: Felmath
Color: fighter.
Size: Just shy of 21 feet
Age: 1 and half turns
Clutch Parents:
Physical Appearance: Felmath is a strikingly bright-colored green: vivid emerald, untarnished by tinges of either blue or brown. From her forehead just between her headknobs to the fork of her tail runs a single narrow dorsal stripe of very dark forest green, and two fainter, broader stripes run in parallel along her flanks. Apart from that, her only other markings are only visible when her wings are spread: she has a faint spotting of lighter lime green along the edges of her wing membranes.
This green is quite small, and has often be mistaken for a weyrling from a distance. Something about her build is vaguely reminiscent of a racing runnerbeast. Just shy of twenty-one feet long, petite limbs and short, blunt wings make her look even smaller. Still, those wings will make her fantastic at dodging and weaving through narrow quarters – this is one green who can fly down a narrow canyon at top speed without even batting an eye – but long, straight flights tire her quickly. Jazira’s talent at horseback riding comes in handy with Felmath; while she is considerably larger than a runnerbeast, it takes an iron stomach and a solid seat to keep up with the speed of this racing green!
Personality: Formality? What’s that? Felmath is an incredibly casual girl, and subtlety and pretty words are both lost on her. If she fancies a male and wants him to chase her, she’ll tell him so. If she thinks an idea is good or bad, she’ll say it. She’s not necessarily as blunt as her rider… Felmath will usually try to avoid hurting others’ feelings or picking fights, which will help her with her confrontational bonded. But she doesn’t spend much time thinking about how to word things pretty. Felmath speaks in colloquialisms, even to queens and bronzes, tending to end sentences with y’know? or cheerily hurling in the latest word she learned from Jazira's many talks with the sciencific group.
Felmath’s most curious quirk is her dislike of riding straps; the green has quite sensitive hide, and she just doesn’t like the feel of the leather on her skin! She will wear them for as short a period a time as possible, insist on having them off as soon as Jazz is dismounted… And for short flights, she might even encourage her rider to hop on without using a harness at all. Felmath isn’t irresponsible, though, and if Jazz should ever agree, she will be diligently careful to avoid sudden turns or stops when her rider is going bareback. The rest of the time, she will want to be washed and oiled regularly even past weyrlinghood: again, a symptom of the sensitive hide, unfortunately prone to chafing and cracking.
That sucks.