Aysel of Grey Dusanth
Jun 6, 2013 22:38:26 GMT -5
Post by Kitsuneko on Jun 6, 2013 22:38:26 GMT -5
Name: Aysel
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthdate (Season): Fall, 183 of Interval
Rank: Wingrider/Weyrling
Wing (if applicable): Rising Tides
Family: Lyson--Father, Wherhandler (deceased)
Anmelle--Mother, Journeyman Healer
No siblings
Physical Appearance: Aysel is a tiny slip of a girl, and she tends to look young for her seventeen turns. She's quite short, just reaching five feet tall, and she has a very thin build, with little in the way of curves or muscles. She doesn't really care all that much about what she looks like, as her clothes and hair are often wrinkled and untidy, even dirt-ridden. Not that she cares; she'd rather be out hiking or fishing than paying attention to unimportant things like her wardrobe.
Aysel's face is as thin as the rest of her, with a long, pointed chin and high cheekbones, as well as a small, round nose. Her eyes, however, are quite large and round, seeming almost too large for her face. They are a dark blue color. Her thick, shaggy hair is often tied back in a loose tail or sometimes braided--it's somewhere between a dark blonde and a very light brown.
Personality: Aysel is distinctly strange around other people, not that she seems to care. She is a very dreamy, unfocused sort of person, often letting her mind wander off into daydreams while her eyes are staring at someone. She has a very rich imagination, Aysel does, and she is very child-like in her frequent flights of fancy. She is very much into old wives' tales and local superstitions, and she observes all sorts of tiny daily rituals--salt on the doorstep, hanging nails on the wall, leaving glowbaskets open during lightning storms, that sort of thing.
She is also extremely blunt, and has a tendency to say exactly what's on her mind, no matter what that is. Sometimes she offends people, sometimes she confuses them because they can't follow her chain of logic, but she never apologizes for saying something that's true. She isn't cruel or malicious, but she can be hurtful without meaning to be. Aysel just doesn't see the point in sugar-coating things, ever. She gets along better with animals than she does people, really, and she does have a fondness for creatures, both domesticated and wild. She enjoys the outdoors and prefers to be outside most of the time.
Given her stranger mannerisms and poor social skills, it might surprise people to know that Aysel is actually quite intelligent and an avid reader. She is a very organized person who believes everything should have its place, and she is quite good at keeping up with records and other paperwork, even if her people skills could use some work. She is also a very calm and mild-mannered sort of person; not much ever seems to scare or upset her, but that might be because she always had Lysk, and later Dusanth, to back her up.
History: Aysel was born in the midst of a tiny cothold, to a young farmer and his healer wife. Though the couple would have liked more children, there were serious complications with the birth that made it unlikely that Anmelle would be able to carry another child to term. So, the couple consoled themselves with the one healthy daughter they did have.
Though she did not have any siblings, they were not the only young couple in the cothold and there was a handful of other children in the area; her parents thought she would be fine. It was true that there were other children her age, but Aysel was a bit of a strange child, and she never got on very well with the others, who were more likely to tease and bully Aysel than play with her. Her parents were more or less oblivious; her father took the chance on Impressing a wher when Aysel was four, and came back with a brown hatchling named Lysk.
The wher mistrusted everyone outside of his handler and the small family, but he was unexpectedly fond of young Aysel, though it wasn't until she was about ten that she was trusted to sometimes accompany her father and Lysk. For a few hours after dusk, Aysel would sometimes be allowed to accompany her father while he cared for the watch wher or did routine patrols. As she got older, she fell in the love with whers in general, and decided she would try to become a wherhandler herself.
Aysel stood for a couple of the local whers' clutches after she hit her thirteenth turnday, but each time she came away without an egg. Then, when she was fifteen, disaster struck their household. Aysel's father was chasing down a thief just outside the hold with Lysk, and the thief did not go quietly. The man had a knife, and he managed to stab Lyson twice before Lysk took him down. Lyson was taken back home to have the wounds tended, but it was too little, too late. Aysel and her mother were both at her father's bedside with Lysk when her father passed away; Aysel desperately wanted to bond Lysk so he wouldn't die as well, but her mother refused, not wanting Aysel to suffer the same sort of fate as her father. Instead, the watch wher transferred his bond over to her mother.
While Aysel's mother was occupied re-training as a wherhandler, Aysel was left more or less on her own, but it wasn't long before searchriders finally visited their cothold. They were looking for candidates for a couple of clutches on the sands at Alietran, and they said Aysel was who they were looking for. Taken aback but pleased all the same, Aysel agreed and went to the Weyr, where she Impressed a little grey hatchling named Dusanth just a few weeks after her sixteenth birthday. Though Aysel herself could not have cared either way, Dusanth was eager to help out the Weyr in the best way she could, and she decided that was by becoming a clutching dragon and providing eggs. They submitted their names to the wingleader and were approved; Aysel started training with a flamethrower.
Just a few months ago, the grey rose for the first time, cementing her status as a clutching dragon. They are still about six months from finishing their weyrling training, however. The flight went well and she was caught by a blue. Only time will tell how her first clutch will turn out.
Dragon
Name: Dusanth
Gender: Female
Color: Clutching Grey
Size: 29 feet
Age: 1 turn (9-12 months)
Birthdate (Season): Fall, 199 of Interval
Physical Appearance: Like most greys, and greens for that matter, Dusanth is a small, slender dragon with a slight build. She has lean, wiry muscles and long legs; she looks at first like she could be a good runner, but really she's far too clumsy on the ground, especially with her over-sized wings. Long and thing, they are ideal for soaring and turning in the air, but on the ground they just get in the way. She is a middling shade of grey with a collar-like marking of lighter grey around her neck and extending down to her belly. Parts of her legs and tail are covered in a darker grey, as are the tips of her wingsails.
Personality: Dusanth may not always quite understand her rider, but she loves her anyway. She is a calm and mild-mannered dragon, and though she is prone to bouts of depression herself, she loves to cheer up other people. She is a friendly and outgoing dragon, and though she can be affectionate, she is also quite shy around male dragons, made even worse when she is proddy. She is a serious-minded dragon and doesn't always "get" humor; sometimes jokes and figures of speech go straight over her head. She is hard-working and has a keen sense of her duty to her weyr; even if she doesn't have the maternal instincts of a gold, she'll try to do her best. She takes her status as a clutching dragon quite seriously.
Image by: Kitsuneko
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthdate (Season): Fall, 183 of Interval
Rank: Wingrider/Weyrling
Wing (if applicable): Rising Tides
Family: Lyson--Father, Wherhandler (deceased)
Anmelle--Mother, Journeyman Healer
No siblings
Physical Appearance: Aysel is a tiny slip of a girl, and she tends to look young for her seventeen turns. She's quite short, just reaching five feet tall, and she has a very thin build, with little in the way of curves or muscles. She doesn't really care all that much about what she looks like, as her clothes and hair are often wrinkled and untidy, even dirt-ridden. Not that she cares; she'd rather be out hiking or fishing than paying attention to unimportant things like her wardrobe.
Aysel's face is as thin as the rest of her, with a long, pointed chin and high cheekbones, as well as a small, round nose. Her eyes, however, are quite large and round, seeming almost too large for her face. They are a dark blue color. Her thick, shaggy hair is often tied back in a loose tail or sometimes braided--it's somewhere between a dark blonde and a very light brown.
Personality: Aysel is distinctly strange around other people, not that she seems to care. She is a very dreamy, unfocused sort of person, often letting her mind wander off into daydreams while her eyes are staring at someone. She has a very rich imagination, Aysel does, and she is very child-like in her frequent flights of fancy. She is very much into old wives' tales and local superstitions, and she observes all sorts of tiny daily rituals--salt on the doorstep, hanging nails on the wall, leaving glowbaskets open during lightning storms, that sort of thing.
She is also extremely blunt, and has a tendency to say exactly what's on her mind, no matter what that is. Sometimes she offends people, sometimes she confuses them because they can't follow her chain of logic, but she never apologizes for saying something that's true. She isn't cruel or malicious, but she can be hurtful without meaning to be. Aysel just doesn't see the point in sugar-coating things, ever. She gets along better with animals than she does people, really, and she does have a fondness for creatures, both domesticated and wild. She enjoys the outdoors and prefers to be outside most of the time.
Given her stranger mannerisms and poor social skills, it might surprise people to know that Aysel is actually quite intelligent and an avid reader. She is a very organized person who believes everything should have its place, and she is quite good at keeping up with records and other paperwork, even if her people skills could use some work. She is also a very calm and mild-mannered sort of person; not much ever seems to scare or upset her, but that might be because she always had Lysk, and later Dusanth, to back her up.
History: Aysel was born in the midst of a tiny cothold, to a young farmer and his healer wife. Though the couple would have liked more children, there were serious complications with the birth that made it unlikely that Anmelle would be able to carry another child to term. So, the couple consoled themselves with the one healthy daughter they did have.
Though she did not have any siblings, they were not the only young couple in the cothold and there was a handful of other children in the area; her parents thought she would be fine. It was true that there were other children her age, but Aysel was a bit of a strange child, and she never got on very well with the others, who were more likely to tease and bully Aysel than play with her. Her parents were more or less oblivious; her father took the chance on Impressing a wher when Aysel was four, and came back with a brown hatchling named Lysk.
The wher mistrusted everyone outside of his handler and the small family, but he was unexpectedly fond of young Aysel, though it wasn't until she was about ten that she was trusted to sometimes accompany her father and Lysk. For a few hours after dusk, Aysel would sometimes be allowed to accompany her father while he cared for the watch wher or did routine patrols. As she got older, she fell in the love with whers in general, and decided she would try to become a wherhandler herself.
Aysel stood for a couple of the local whers' clutches after she hit her thirteenth turnday, but each time she came away without an egg. Then, when she was fifteen, disaster struck their household. Aysel's father was chasing down a thief just outside the hold with Lysk, and the thief did not go quietly. The man had a knife, and he managed to stab Lyson twice before Lysk took him down. Lyson was taken back home to have the wounds tended, but it was too little, too late. Aysel and her mother were both at her father's bedside with Lysk when her father passed away; Aysel desperately wanted to bond Lysk so he wouldn't die as well, but her mother refused, not wanting Aysel to suffer the same sort of fate as her father. Instead, the watch wher transferred his bond over to her mother.
While Aysel's mother was occupied re-training as a wherhandler, Aysel was left more or less on her own, but it wasn't long before searchriders finally visited their cothold. They were looking for candidates for a couple of clutches on the sands at Alietran, and they said Aysel was who they were looking for. Taken aback but pleased all the same, Aysel agreed and went to the Weyr, where she Impressed a little grey hatchling named Dusanth just a few weeks after her sixteenth birthday. Though Aysel herself could not have cared either way, Dusanth was eager to help out the Weyr in the best way she could, and she decided that was by becoming a clutching dragon and providing eggs. They submitted their names to the wingleader and were approved; Aysel started training with a flamethrower.
Just a few months ago, the grey rose for the first time, cementing her status as a clutching dragon. They are still about six months from finishing their weyrling training, however. The flight went well and she was caught by a blue. Only time will tell how her first clutch will turn out.
Dragon
Name: Dusanth
Gender: Female
Color: Clutching Grey
Size: 29 feet
Age: 1 turn (9-12 months)
Birthdate (Season): Fall, 199 of Interval
Physical Appearance: Like most greys, and greens for that matter, Dusanth is a small, slender dragon with a slight build. She has lean, wiry muscles and long legs; she looks at first like she could be a good runner, but really she's far too clumsy on the ground, especially with her over-sized wings. Long and thing, they are ideal for soaring and turning in the air, but on the ground they just get in the way. She is a middling shade of grey with a collar-like marking of lighter grey around her neck and extending down to her belly. Parts of her legs and tail are covered in a darker grey, as are the tips of her wingsails.
Personality: Dusanth may not always quite understand her rider, but she loves her anyway. She is a calm and mild-mannered dragon, and though she is prone to bouts of depression herself, she loves to cheer up other people. She is a friendly and outgoing dragon, and though she can be affectionate, she is also quite shy around male dragons, made even worse when she is proddy. She is a serious-minded dragon and doesn't always "get" humor; sometimes jokes and figures of speech go straight over her head. She is hard-working and has a keen sense of her duty to her weyr; even if she doesn't have the maternal instincts of a gold, she'll try to do her best. She takes her status as a clutching dragon quite seriously.
Image by: Kitsuneko
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