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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:28 pm
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 Name: Ellifrin
Age: 29 (3545.11.27)
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: uncomfortable
Weyr: High Reaches Weyr
Rider Rank: Wingrider
Previous Rank/Craft: Cooking/Apprentice
Physical Description:
Slender and petite at 5'3", with red hair, green eyes, and skin that often borders on being too pale. She can't seem to keep any real meat on her bones, though being a picky eater hasn't helped any. Ellifrin's appearance leaves an impression, certainly, but it's of fragility rather than beauty.
Personality:
After a childhood chock full of catching every cold, flu, and every other bug that ever came her way, and being physically weaker than most other children her age, Ellifrin got used to being coddled. She was always the 'baby' of group, the one who not only always needed help, but always got it; after all, it was the job of the crecheworkers to take care of the children, and she just happened to need more taking care of. This instilled in her a certain expectation that she would always be taken care of, that someone would always be there for her, and for the most part, they were. As she and her age group got older, however, it became more and more obvious that she was different, and that she was getting special treatment because of it, and those two things combined made her a prime target for bullying, something there was no remedy from the Healers for. She became insecure, and did her best to close herself off from her peers. While others prepared for Candidacy, she helped in the kitchens, having been deemed too chronically weak to Stand, another blow to her self-esteem.
Ellifrin became resentful and jealous, especially as some of the others went on to Impress their beautiful greens and golds, handsome bronzes and browns and blues. She hated it almost as much when those who remained would speculate about colors, who would or should Impress what, when she just wanted a dragon, any dragon: what right did they have to be so picky, when she would give anything to be able take their place on the Sands? These were emotions she eventually turned in on themselves to an advantage, letting them drive her to push herself to become stronger, to increase her endurance and physical abilities, obsession and hard work that over time did build up her reserves and resistance. If and when she truly sets her mind to something, Ellifrin will do everything in her power to meet that goal, but with her dream of Impressing a dragon achieved, she has yet to apply herself to anything else in such a way.
She still expects and even prefers to have help, and she's very good at getting it. She may not be helpless anymore, but she can look and act it with ease, and it's not always a conscious act...it's not even all an act. She's still unsure of herself and insecure in her abilities, and does generally believe that she does indeed need help. Could she do it on her own if she had to? Maybe, but...it would really be so much better if she had help from someone stronger or smarter. If she's in a situation where she can, Ellifrin will always fall back on the aid and authority of others, using them as a crutch that keeps her caught in a loop of dependency that she has no desire to break free of.
As someone in constant need of friends and allies, Ellifrin is incredibly giving of herself, her time, and her things, although it's hardly selfless. She wants to be liked and accepted, and tries to ingratiate herself to others so that they'll not only like her, but in the hopes that they'll help her when she needs it. Still, she's not just a fair-weather friend, and remains true to those who are good to her. She doesn't deal well with emotional stress, however, and can be prone to crying if she finds herself overwhelmed, or doesn't get her way.
Positive Trait List: hardworking (when it suits her), loyal, giving
Negative Trait List insecure, dependent, emotional
History:
Despite being a Weyrbrat, Ellifrin was never officially a Candidate, though she very much wanted to be one. She was always a sickly child, however, frail and unfit to Stand, and could only watch from the sidelines while others her age prepared for a life with dragons and some eventually found their partners. Even prior to that, she had felt separated from the other children, too different and not quite right, unable to keep up with them and unable to follow them into Candidacy, no matter how hard she wished and tried. She pined after the magnificent creatures for turns, attending every Hatching as a spectator and hoping against hope to be chosen from the Stands, but to no avail. In the meantime, she worked mostly in the kitchens, as many of the tasks there could be done without great physical strain. Although, as she got older and continued to gradually push herself to develop greater stamina and strength, she left many of her childhood health issues behind her, she never asked again to become a Candidate, assuming she would still be told no and afraid to hear it.
At 17 turns, after a heart-to-heart with her concerned foster mother, she was pushed to the grudging realization that she was going to have to do something with her life besides moon after dragons. She decided to go to Cooking Hall, and was gone from High Reaches for all of one turn before she couldn't take the homesickness any longer and returned. If it hadn't been for fear of disappointing her foster mother, she wouldn't even have lasted that long. It didn't matter whether she 'made something' of herself, she just wanted to be home! If that meant working in the kitchens for the rest of her life, that was fine. And for another two turns, that was exactly what she did, and tried to force herself to be content with that, but she still went to every Hatching and sighed after every beautiful dragonet that cracked its shell. She knew they would never want her, but she couldn't help but want them - green, gold, blue, brown, she didn't care. They were all perfect.
It was in her 20th turn, at the tail end of winter and still shaking off the vestiges of a late flu, that the impossible dream she'd all but given up on came true. A hatchling - a beautiful, wonderful bright green - called to her from the Sands. What Harth wanted, more than anything, was someone who needed to be taken care of, and she found just what she was looking for in snuffling Ellifrin, who had grown into a young woman no longer so frail as the child she had been (though still prone to catching most anything that came her way), and was evidently just fit enough that every dragonet wouldn't simply pass her by. And she was so sad! And lost, and lonely! It broke Harth's heart, and the little dragon knew she just had to fix her. The first step, of course, was claiming her as Hers, followed by trying to push her to go over to the Healers for her sniffles. Ellifrin didn't, not about to bother them for such a thing, but at the Feast, Harth made sure to ask one what Hers would best do to recover. Which led to Harth telling her what to eat, and to go to bed early.
Ever since then, Ellifrin has always had Harth looking out for her, and the pair stayed at their home in High Reaches, content to be 'just' green and rider as long as they had each other. The return of Thread concerns them - especially Harth, ever concerned for the wellbeing of Hers - but they will do what they have to do to protect their home. |
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:28 pm
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Name: Harth
Age: 10 (3565.03.27 Fianth x Yisketh)
Color: Green
Size: 46'
Physical Description:
You'd be hard-pressed to find a more average green than Harth: average length, average build, wrapped neatly in a bright hide. Her stamina and resilience are well above average, but in her case that comes from will, not an impressive physique.
Personality:
Mine, dear, are you really sure you should put that into your mouth?
Oh, don’t give her that face! Harth just wants what’s best for you! While she’ll never have eggs of her own, Harth is truly a mother at heart. Her rider will simply have to do! Like any good mother, she’ll just adore her rider to little itty bitty pieces! Her rider is the cutest thing she ever did see, and she has no problem telling anyone who will listen. No matter what it is her rider does, Harth wants to show them off, even if its as simple as her rider dressing nicely. Hopefully Ellifrin won’t get too embarrassed, that isn’t what Harth meant!
Unfortunately, even though she means well, Harth just doesn’t understand she can be a little overbearing sometimes. She insists Ellifrin eats well, and isn’t afraid to offer her opinion. She’ll try to introduce her rider to nice people, and as they both get older, to nice boys (or girls, if that’s what her rider really wants). Only the best for her rider! If she doesn’t approve of suitors, Faranth help them! Harth has no problem chasing off unwanted attention, even if her rider doesn’t ask her to. She doesn’t have problems grounding her rider, either, if she’s going to be naughty.
While she’s friendly, Harth can be a little socially awkward sometimes. She spends so much time with Hers, she needs to be reminded to visit with dragons some times. It’s very hard for her to leave (what if her rider NEEDS her!?), but once she goes, she’s very social. (Unless Hers gets into trouble. Harth is coming for you, dear!) She uses annoying pet names for everyone (dear, darling, hunny), no matter how old or how much higher in rank they are. The green is social, but she’s a little oblivious to social cues, sometimes.
As far as Flights go, Harth is easily swooned by handsome, talented boys. It will manifest itself in a preference for bronzes; however, as flattered as she may be, Harth just wants what’s best for Ellifrin. Her rider will always have the final say in the winner of her Flights.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2017 4:29 pm
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