Cefyn of garnet Moreth
Jun 8, 2013 14:55:33 GMT -5
Post by grayson on Jun 8, 2013 14:55:33 GMT -5
Name: Cefyn
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthday (Season): Summer
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Icy Storm
Play by: N/A
Family: Cefyn's father is a Master Smithcrafter; she has siblings. She doesn't talk to her mother.
Physical Appearance:
A little taller than average for a woman but only by an inch or two, Cefyn has square shoulders, broad hips and a pear-shaped figure. Her wavy hair is a shade of red-brown that gleams bronze in the sun, cut short to fit under a rider's helmet; her skin is a few shades lighter than her hair, tanned by time spent working in the sunlight. Her eyes are blue-grey, a fairly boring shade, presumably inherited from whichever ancestor had red hair; beneath them are three blue-grey dots on each cheek, either tattoos marked in blue pigment or symmetrical scars with ash rubbed in. She has the sort of wiry muscle that comes with work rather than with exercise, and - on careful inspection - it looks as though her nose has been broken once or twice in the past and not set quite straight.
Cefyn is usually seen in shirt and trews - she has little time or patience for skirts. She's usually seen wearing black, deep purple or royal blue with very occasionally on a Gather or Feast day, a blouse or tunic of pale blue that brings out the shade of her eyes. Her riding leathers are blood red, possibly as some sort of statement.
Personality:
Cefyn is a practical, no-nonsense sort of woman, and one who doesn't suffer fools gladly. Those who've felt the sharp side of her tongue know that she can wax eloquent when describing the shortcomings of others - but for all that, she knows she has her own flaws. On the other hand Cefyn doesn't see why growing older has to mean growing up, and if there's mischief involving serving platters and stairs, or equipment being found up trees, or boots hung from a staple halfway up the Weyrbowl wall, she's likely to be either involved or laughing on the sidelines.
Cefyn has a very firm idea of how the world should work, and the fact that she's a woman has very little to do with it. Stubborn to the point of bloody-minded, she can and will prove to any man that she's got what it takes to do what she wants to do, whether it's something traditional for a woman or not - a trait that's landed her in hot water more than once.
History:
With a father in the Smithcraft and a mother who kept the home, there was never any doubt that Cefyn - second daughter of a man rapidly heading for Mastery - would follow in her mother's footsteps, marry a promising young Smith and give him children. When Cefyn had other ideas and took up Smithcrafting herself, her mother wasn't happy, but assumed it was just a passing fad, a child's rebellion that would soon blow over.
It didn't - and it only got worse. Instead of working with the delicate fine art of jewelry (which was at least passably ladylike), Cefyn seemed bound and determined to think on a larger scale. When her mother found her poring over drawings for a watermill and a drum-tower, Cefyn's mother was horrified. When presented with the ultimatum of Smithcraft or Family, Cefyn told her mother precisely where to go, gathered up her things and moved into the apprentice dormitories. She didn't look back. She specialised in major projects, proving herself to be a gifted engineer and working with the Miners where the Crafts overlapped.
Once the Tables had been Walked, it was time to practice what she'd learned. With the promotion came a posting south, to work as junior engineer on a new cothold. The place? Alietran. With a firelizard egg - a surreptitious gift from her father - Cefyn went south to start work.
It didn't take long for the Journeywoman to attract the attention of a Searchdragon, and at the next Hatching an iridescent red dragon emerged from the shell and turned Cefyn's life upside-down forever. On one hand, being a weyrwoman-of-sorts to a clutching dragon brought a delighted letter from Cefyn's mother when she heard the news. On the other hand, when informed that said clutching dragon was also a fighting dragon, the second letter simply said 'I have no daughter named Cefyn'.
Weyrlinghood ended a few sevendays ago, and Cefyn and Moreth graduated into the fighting wings almost without incident - well, a few broken noses don't really count as an incident...
Pets
Name: Gleam
Species: Firelizard
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Birthday (Season): Winter
Color: Onyx
Physical Appearance: Thin as a whip and twice as agile, this onyx firelizard is jet black from head to tailtip with a blue-green iridescence to his hide.
Personality: Gleam is very much his own flit, or at least that's the impression he likes to give. He absolutely resents human interference in any shape or form, and barely tolerates even Cefyn - until she's ill or upset, at which point she has an onyx firelizard welded to her side. Intelligent and standoffish, he can often be spotted lurking somewhere near where his human is, until it's time for him to get attention at which point she had better drop everything else and give him that attention.
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Dragon (if a rider)
Name: Moreth
Gender: Female
Color: Garnet
Size: 37 feet
Age: 2 Turns
Birthday (Season): Spring
Physical Appearance:
This young garnet is mostly a rich, vibrant shade of blood red, from the purple of oxygen-starved blood on her back and neckridges to the rich red of arterial blood on her flanks, the borders blurring into flecks and spots and specks. Her muzzle and claws are the brownish shade of old blood, which led to several Weyrling lessons spent cleaning what was already clean.
Large for a garnet, neither particularly athletic nor particular sturdy, this dragon is well-proportioned for battle. Her stamina will see her through a whole Threadfall - barely - but she still has some agility to her credit. In the sunlight Moreth gleams with bright iridescence, purple shading to blue and gold and green.
Personality:
Calmer than her rider but no less determined, Moreth is very much a lady, though her sense of fun is just as bright as Cefyn's is. Tempering Cefyn's head-on approach to problems with wisdom and warmth, she provides the tact - and the insight into people - that Cefyn lacks in social situations. The garnet has very little interest in engineering in a physical sense, but she considers herself to be adept at social engineering, and at nudging her rider in just the right way for just the right things to be said to ensure just the right outcome in the end - although if her sense of humour gets involved, things can get... unfortunate.
When it comes to things that could be considered competition, though - battling Thread, or hunting neatly, or laying viable eggs - Moreth reveals a competitive streak a mile wide, and reveals why she chose Cefyn in the process. The garnet hates to lose any competition she enters, though she prefers to enter only those competitions she thinks she can win. Ambitious and tough, she pushes both herself and her rider towards excellence, and her rider is a more-than-willing accomplice in the race towards the top.
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Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthday (Season): Summer
Rank: Wingrider
Wing: Icy Storm
Play by: N/A
Family: Cefyn's father is a Master Smithcrafter; she has siblings. She doesn't talk to her mother.
Physical Appearance:
A little taller than average for a woman but only by an inch or two, Cefyn has square shoulders, broad hips and a pear-shaped figure. Her wavy hair is a shade of red-brown that gleams bronze in the sun, cut short to fit under a rider's helmet; her skin is a few shades lighter than her hair, tanned by time spent working in the sunlight. Her eyes are blue-grey, a fairly boring shade, presumably inherited from whichever ancestor had red hair; beneath them are three blue-grey dots on each cheek, either tattoos marked in blue pigment or symmetrical scars with ash rubbed in. She has the sort of wiry muscle that comes with work rather than with exercise, and - on careful inspection - it looks as though her nose has been broken once or twice in the past and not set quite straight.
Cefyn is usually seen in shirt and trews - she has little time or patience for skirts. She's usually seen wearing black, deep purple or royal blue with very occasionally on a Gather or Feast day, a blouse or tunic of pale blue that brings out the shade of her eyes. Her riding leathers are blood red, possibly as some sort of statement.
Personality:
Cefyn is a practical, no-nonsense sort of woman, and one who doesn't suffer fools gladly. Those who've felt the sharp side of her tongue know that she can wax eloquent when describing the shortcomings of others - but for all that, she knows she has her own flaws. On the other hand Cefyn doesn't see why growing older has to mean growing up, and if there's mischief involving serving platters and stairs, or equipment being found up trees, or boots hung from a staple halfway up the Weyrbowl wall, she's likely to be either involved or laughing on the sidelines.
Cefyn has a very firm idea of how the world should work, and the fact that she's a woman has very little to do with it. Stubborn to the point of bloody-minded, she can and will prove to any man that she's got what it takes to do what she wants to do, whether it's something traditional for a woman or not - a trait that's landed her in hot water more than once.
History:
With a father in the Smithcraft and a mother who kept the home, there was never any doubt that Cefyn - second daughter of a man rapidly heading for Mastery - would follow in her mother's footsteps, marry a promising young Smith and give him children. When Cefyn had other ideas and took up Smithcrafting herself, her mother wasn't happy, but assumed it was just a passing fad, a child's rebellion that would soon blow over.
It didn't - and it only got worse. Instead of working with the delicate fine art of jewelry (which was at least passably ladylike), Cefyn seemed bound and determined to think on a larger scale. When her mother found her poring over drawings for a watermill and a drum-tower, Cefyn's mother was horrified. When presented with the ultimatum of Smithcraft or Family, Cefyn told her mother precisely where to go, gathered up her things and moved into the apprentice dormitories. She didn't look back. She specialised in major projects, proving herself to be a gifted engineer and working with the Miners where the Crafts overlapped.
Once the Tables had been Walked, it was time to practice what she'd learned. With the promotion came a posting south, to work as junior engineer on a new cothold. The place? Alietran. With a firelizard egg - a surreptitious gift from her father - Cefyn went south to start work.
It didn't take long for the Journeywoman to attract the attention of a Searchdragon, and at the next Hatching an iridescent red dragon emerged from the shell and turned Cefyn's life upside-down forever. On one hand, being a weyrwoman-of-sorts to a clutching dragon brought a delighted letter from Cefyn's mother when she heard the news. On the other hand, when informed that said clutching dragon was also a fighting dragon, the second letter simply said 'I have no daughter named Cefyn'.
Weyrlinghood ended a few sevendays ago, and Cefyn and Moreth graduated into the fighting wings almost without incident - well, a few broken noses don't really count as an incident...
Pets
Name: Gleam
Species: Firelizard
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Birthday (Season): Winter
Color: Onyx
Physical Appearance: Thin as a whip and twice as agile, this onyx firelizard is jet black from head to tailtip with a blue-green iridescence to his hide.
Personality: Gleam is very much his own flit, or at least that's the impression he likes to give. He absolutely resents human interference in any shape or form, and barely tolerates even Cefyn - until she's ill or upset, at which point she has an onyx firelizard welded to her side. Intelligent and standoffish, he can often be spotted lurking somewhere near where his human is, until it's time for him to get attention at which point she had better drop everything else and give him that attention.
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Dragon (if a rider)
Name: Moreth
Gender: Female
Color: Garnet
Size: 37 feet
Age: 2 Turns
Birthday (Season): Spring
Physical Appearance:
This young garnet is mostly a rich, vibrant shade of blood red, from the purple of oxygen-starved blood on her back and neckridges to the rich red of arterial blood on her flanks, the borders blurring into flecks and spots and specks. Her muzzle and claws are the brownish shade of old blood, which led to several Weyrling lessons spent cleaning what was already clean.
Large for a garnet, neither particularly athletic nor particular sturdy, this dragon is well-proportioned for battle. Her stamina will see her through a whole Threadfall - barely - but she still has some agility to her credit. In the sunlight Moreth gleams with bright iridescence, purple shading to blue and gold and green.
Personality:
Calmer than her rider but no less determined, Moreth is very much a lady, though her sense of fun is just as bright as Cefyn's is. Tempering Cefyn's head-on approach to problems with wisdom and warmth, she provides the tact - and the insight into people - that Cefyn lacks in social situations. The garnet has very little interest in engineering in a physical sense, but she considers herself to be adept at social engineering, and at nudging her rider in just the right way for just the right things to be said to ensure just the right outcome in the end - although if her sense of humour gets involved, things can get... unfortunate.
When it comes to things that could be considered competition, though - battling Thread, or hunting neatly, or laying viable eggs - Moreth reveals a competitive streak a mile wide, and reveals why she chose Cefyn in the process. The garnet hates to lose any competition she enters, though she prefers to enter only those competitions she thinks she can win. Ambitious and tough, she pushes both herself and her rider towards excellence, and her rider is a more-than-willing accomplice in the race towards the top.
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