Jrolann, rider of green Marquitth
Jun 12, 2011 11:02:57 GMT -5
Post by tariala on Jun 12, 2011 11:02:57 GMT -5
Name: Jrolann
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthdate (Season): Winter
Location: Alietran Weyr
Rank: Wingsecond
Wing: Rising Tides
Family:
Father- J’lar, wingrider to blue Swaveth
Mother- Janna, cook
A couple of half siblings
Physical Appearance:
Jrolann has thin, black hair that’s cut in an ear-length bob, and has a tendency to frizz when the weather is right. She has a solid-looking, well-muscled build with little extra body fat. A lot of her height is in her long legs, and while her curves aren’t as impressive as some females’, she does have them. Her facial features are pleasant enough, including her light brown eyes, but generally unremarkable.
Personality:
Jrolann always was a serious person. From childhood, she was always the one who insisted every toy be put back in its place after use, and every chore be done before play. She enjoyed being helpful to the aunties in the crèche, and was content to grow up with a handful of close friends instead of doing stupid or irresponsible stuff to try and befriend the more adventurous children.
Jrolann is still a quiet and dignified woman, who tries to put her responsibilities first at all times. She’s good at keeping track of practical details and deals fine with people one-on-one. She’s very much a perfectionist, and is quick to call others on their mistakes. Of course, she’s quicker to castigate herself on her own. But she’s not perfect, and if she doesn’t ease up and relax sometime soon, her health may begin to suffer for it.
She likes friends and being part of a group as much as anyone, but people are a lot of effort to figure out for her. They don’t always share her interests or priorities, or operate on any chain of logic known to man or wherry.
Jrolann will flat out refuse to go to the healers for anything unless she’s carried there when she’s too hurt or sick to resist, or when Marquitth’s distress guilts her into it
She is deliberate and thoughtful in her actions, better at planning out solutions to things than responding to sudden changes. She tends to be a bit nervous sometimes, when she’s worried about the future or comes up against a new situation. Her training has instilled a respect for the chain of command and authority figures in her, and she’s prone to following their directions if she has no pressing reason not to. She generally responds well to criticism from those authority figures, but hates it from her peers.
Jrolann doesn’t particularly like children. They’re noisy, messy, bratty creatures and she doesn’t quite trust everyone who insists she’ll feel differently about her own. She is just fine with the idea of never having any, with Marquitth and the Weyr as family.
History:
Jrolann is weyrbred, daughter of bluerider J’lar and cook Janna. She went to the Weyr crèche like the other children and had a fairly normal childhood growing up. Her parents were frequent visitors in her life and the three built an affectionate, if somewhat distant, familial relationship.
She was ready to Stand as soon as she got old enough, but fervent persuasion from her mother took her down a different path. Janna worried that her daughter would be one of those who pinned all their hopes on Impression and ended up aging out to be unskilled drudges. She sent Jrolann to stay with her brother at Torrel Hold, to hopefully train in one of the many crafts offered there without the temptation of Impression.
Jrolann surprised everyone, including herself, by asking to join the Hold Guard as a new recruit. She much admired these keepers of order and wanted to be one herself. It was hard training, but she persevered until word came that the Weyrwoman was dying when she was seventeen. Jrolann insisted on being allowed to come home and claim her weyrbred right to candidacy for this last clutch, since there might not be any more chances if they couldn’t get a transfer gold.
So she entered candidacy and when a green tumbled onto the sands to find two of her sisters fighting in front of her, the dragon scrambled franticly away and right into Jrolann’s legs and wailed into her mind: Why are they doing that? Marquitth does not like it! Jrolann wasted no time reassuring her dragon (the victorious crowing came later) and the pair began weyrling training with no further fuss.
Jrolann wasn’t thrilled when her green was chosen for the clutching scheme. She had no more maternal knowledge or instincts than her dragon and didn’t like the idea of being confined to the hatching sands instead of riding a flaming dragon like her groupmates. She felt isolated and deprived, resentful of missing out as the rest of the group went on to learn how to flame.
There was nothing she could do about it, however, so she made the best of things.
When Marquitth rose, Jrolann urged her to go for height and a bronze mate as her best chance at a good clutch. The sooner they got a queen egg, the sooner she could go back to being a proper fighting wingrider. Now, as Marquitth grows egg-heavy, she hopes her wishes will be answered.
Dragon
Name: Marquitth
Color: Green (clutcher)
Size: 30’ long
Age: 2 Turns
Clutch Parents: Gold Eynalth and bronze Cherith
Physical Appearance: Marquitth is fairly average in build for a green, if scaled to slightly larger proportions. Her wings are more long than broad, giving her greater agility in the air than endurance.
Marquitth‘s hide is a vibrant shade of green, reminding those around her of the tropical rainforests to the north of the Weyr. The predominant hue is forest green, the color of leaves in the prime of summer, mixing with delicate olive streaks winding around both wings and darker green dappled on her flanks. The underside of her jaw shades into a streak of green so dark it verges on black- still distinctly green, but shadowed as plants in the undergrowth. Tendrils of mossy green lace around all four paws, slightly yellower than the other shades that make up her hide. They are clearly visible but blend in gradually to the green of her legs, just another natural color in the living canvas of her body.
Personality:
From the start, Marquitth has been a shy, timid dragon. She has a strong bond with her rider because she has always looked to Jrolann for comfort and reassurance in dealing with all manner of things. The green’s closest friend and confidant is her rider- and like Jrolann, she prefers to find a couple of deep friends among the other dragons than be the life of the proverbial party.
Marquitth is oddly dismissive of blues as mates, with no clear reason for the disinterest. She’ll be good at looking after her eggs once prompted, treating it as a game of sorts, but will require constant guidance from Jrolann on the practicalities of the matter. And she may try to pawn off at least part of their care on the clutch sire, which her rider will fully encourage.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthdate (Season): Winter
Location: Alietran Weyr
Rank: Wingsecond
Wing: Rising Tides
Family:
Father- J’lar, wingrider to blue Swaveth
Mother- Janna, cook
A couple of half siblings
Physical Appearance:
Jrolann has thin, black hair that’s cut in an ear-length bob, and has a tendency to frizz when the weather is right. She has a solid-looking, well-muscled build with little extra body fat. A lot of her height is in her long legs, and while her curves aren’t as impressive as some females’, she does have them. Her facial features are pleasant enough, including her light brown eyes, but generally unremarkable.
Personality:
Jrolann always was a serious person. From childhood, she was always the one who insisted every toy be put back in its place after use, and every chore be done before play. She enjoyed being helpful to the aunties in the crèche, and was content to grow up with a handful of close friends instead of doing stupid or irresponsible stuff to try and befriend the more adventurous children.
Jrolann is still a quiet and dignified woman, who tries to put her responsibilities first at all times. She’s good at keeping track of practical details and deals fine with people one-on-one. She’s very much a perfectionist, and is quick to call others on their mistakes. Of course, she’s quicker to castigate herself on her own. But she’s not perfect, and if she doesn’t ease up and relax sometime soon, her health may begin to suffer for it.
She likes friends and being part of a group as much as anyone, but people are a lot of effort to figure out for her. They don’t always share her interests or priorities, or operate on any chain of logic known to man or wherry.
Jrolann will flat out refuse to go to the healers for anything unless she’s carried there when she’s too hurt or sick to resist, or when Marquitth’s distress guilts her into it
She is deliberate and thoughtful in her actions, better at planning out solutions to things than responding to sudden changes. She tends to be a bit nervous sometimes, when she’s worried about the future or comes up against a new situation. Her training has instilled a respect for the chain of command and authority figures in her, and she’s prone to following their directions if she has no pressing reason not to. She generally responds well to criticism from those authority figures, but hates it from her peers.
Jrolann doesn’t particularly like children. They’re noisy, messy, bratty creatures and she doesn’t quite trust everyone who insists she’ll feel differently about her own. She is just fine with the idea of never having any, with Marquitth and the Weyr as family.
History:
Jrolann is weyrbred, daughter of bluerider J’lar and cook Janna. She went to the Weyr crèche like the other children and had a fairly normal childhood growing up. Her parents were frequent visitors in her life and the three built an affectionate, if somewhat distant, familial relationship.
She was ready to Stand as soon as she got old enough, but fervent persuasion from her mother took her down a different path. Janna worried that her daughter would be one of those who pinned all their hopes on Impression and ended up aging out to be unskilled drudges. She sent Jrolann to stay with her brother at Torrel Hold, to hopefully train in one of the many crafts offered there without the temptation of Impression.
Jrolann surprised everyone, including herself, by asking to join the Hold Guard as a new recruit. She much admired these keepers of order and wanted to be one herself. It was hard training, but she persevered until word came that the Weyrwoman was dying when she was seventeen. Jrolann insisted on being allowed to come home and claim her weyrbred right to candidacy for this last clutch, since there might not be any more chances if they couldn’t get a transfer gold.
So she entered candidacy and when a green tumbled onto the sands to find two of her sisters fighting in front of her, the dragon scrambled franticly away and right into Jrolann’s legs and wailed into her mind: Why are they doing that? Marquitth does not like it! Jrolann wasted no time reassuring her dragon (the victorious crowing came later) and the pair began weyrling training with no further fuss.
Jrolann wasn’t thrilled when her green was chosen for the clutching scheme. She had no more maternal knowledge or instincts than her dragon and didn’t like the idea of being confined to the hatching sands instead of riding a flaming dragon like her groupmates. She felt isolated and deprived, resentful of missing out as the rest of the group went on to learn how to flame.
There was nothing she could do about it, however, so she made the best of things.
When Marquitth rose, Jrolann urged her to go for height and a bronze mate as her best chance at a good clutch. The sooner they got a queen egg, the sooner she could go back to being a proper fighting wingrider. Now, as Marquitth grows egg-heavy, she hopes her wishes will be answered.
Dragon
Name: Marquitth
Color: Green (clutcher)
Size: 30’ long
Age: 2 Turns
Clutch Parents: Gold Eynalth and bronze Cherith
Physical Appearance: Marquitth is fairly average in build for a green, if scaled to slightly larger proportions. Her wings are more long than broad, giving her greater agility in the air than endurance.
Marquitth‘s hide is a vibrant shade of green, reminding those around her of the tropical rainforests to the north of the Weyr. The predominant hue is forest green, the color of leaves in the prime of summer, mixing with delicate olive streaks winding around both wings and darker green dappled on her flanks. The underside of her jaw shades into a streak of green so dark it verges on black- still distinctly green, but shadowed as plants in the undergrowth. Tendrils of mossy green lace around all four paws, slightly yellower than the other shades that make up her hide. They are clearly visible but blend in gradually to the green of her legs, just another natural color in the living canvas of her body.
Personality:
From the start, Marquitth has been a shy, timid dragon. She has a strong bond with her rider because she has always looked to Jrolann for comfort and reassurance in dealing with all manner of things. The green’s closest friend and confidant is her rider- and like Jrolann, she prefers to find a couple of deep friends among the other dragons than be the life of the proverbial party.
Marquitth is oddly dismissive of blues as mates, with no clear reason for the disinterest. She’ll be good at looking after her eggs once prompted, treating it as a game of sorts, but will require constant guidance from Jrolann on the practicalities of the matter. And she may try to pawn off at least part of their care on the clutch sire, which her rider will fully encourage.
That sucks.