Original Standidate ProfileName: Keris
Age: 25 26
Nameday: 3548.10.04
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Whatever suits her, really
Craft: Healercraft -- Massage
Rank: Weyrfolk (Standidate) Weyrling
Location: High Reaches Weyr Western Weyr
Physical Description: Keris, while she is not the largest of figures, makes certain she stands out--when need be. She is a short thing, barely clearing 5’. Her figure is slim but curvy, with thicker hips that give her a sashay to her walk. While she doesn’t look quite imposing, she’s got rather wiry muscle, and she delights in showing when someone asks for a deep tissue massage just how strong she is. Her hair is a lovely blue-black, falling in waves down past her shoulders. Towards the ends, about the length of her hand, is bleached, where she has fun putting in extravagant colors. These colors are also in a chunk of bleached color that framed the right side of her face. She is rather pale, but that lends itself to a rather indoors type of lifestyle. While she got a lot of features of her father, her eyes she got from her mother -- a bright fiery amber that never quite show her emotions, when when she puts some of her hand down. Her skin is also very
soft, using various massage oils in her profession as well as various lotions to keep her skin supple. Stretch marks frame the sides of her belly, though aren’t overly noticeable.
Personality: Turns of navigating through social circles and a controlling father has helped Keris develop into a chessplayer of a person. She is poised, holding back even when she wants to crack and shatter. It wouldn’t do to let the world see her hand, and even when she’s losing her temper and wants to throw a metaphorical tea cup, she’ll take a sip and keep conventional talk going. Keris takes precautions before making a move, analyzing the pieces in front of her and how things might possibly go--and nudge them in a way that she might benefit. A touch manipulative, but her reasoning is that if someone allows themself to be steered in a different way, well.. The weak willed are none the more observant. Extroverted to a fault, never hesitating to put herself in a conversation if she might benefit from it.
Her life experiences have left a mar on her mentally. A controlling ‘father’ who sold her to the highest bidder and a (now) ex-fiance who had rolled with her looks and nothing of her personality, none of her goals have left her with a distaste of men--near to the point of minor misandry. Not to the point of pure hatred--but certainly a distrust of men. Very few miss her judgements, such as her son, but one can’t navigate through life if you can’t work around your own distastes. She carries a quiet anger for those who would use her, yet hidden behind a well-practiced smile. But this anger only carries to humans, as her time among dragons (and a friendly, sweet brown in particular) have left her with a warmer opinion of dragons than she once held after turns of having never been searched weigh her down. She will mentally note how her life has boiled down on how dragons have or have not appeared in her life, and mostly for the undesired outcome. She went unsearched when she desired to be taken away from her life, while the one she carried a torch for impressed at another Weyr while dragon after dragon have never turned a snout to even glance at her.
Her heart’s become quite heavy, and though she has achieved her goals, she finds herself without some direction in life now that the short-term has been reached. What were her long-term goals? To have a dragon hopefully find some worth in her up in the stands? To find true love in a Weyr, to live happily ever after just as the ballads and stories would have you believe love works? No. While she is directionless in life, she’s begun to push away what little remains in her life -- long-distance friendships, even her own son. While her self-confidence has never been extraordinarily high, it’s since plummeted. For how can anyone find something to love, something to find worth in
her?
Positive Trait List Calculating, Goal-Setter, Poised
Negative Trait List Misandric, Manipulative, Cynical
History: Keris comes from a rather complicated home. She is the daughter and sole child of a lovely masseuse mother and a smithee man--or so the man believes. Despite many wives and attempts, he has never fathered another child before or after Keris--because she is not his. Her mother wrote to a courtesan--a handsome man with a darling dragon, her mother used to sigh--and had some quiet help giving her husband the child he desired. He not-so-secretly blamed her for the drought, moving on to other women with the same results. Keris grew up with complicated feelings--knowing she was different blood from this man who called himself her father, but never acted the part. It had been rather okay in her little eyes, as it meant she could spend more time with her mother. She would begin to learn her mother’s craft directly from her, how to give the right pressure, look for the pressure points to not hurt someone, to soothe and gentle in ways words could not.
It would be into her twelfth turn that her mother would turn ill--and suddenly Keris’ world was shrinking with it. Before passing, Keris learned of her actual parentage--a bluerider courtesan by the name of E’ros of Amoranth--to seek him when (and
only when) she was safe. So this information is nestled, safe, in her heart. A man she’s never met that was her real father, as she began the long dancing game of chess without her mother--and living with the father who viewed her as his only heir and mealticket.
As Keris’ craft began to expand, learning from other journeyman masseuses to keep honing her skills, she began to have more important clientele--ones her father was quick to take advantage of. Parties, schmoozing important people to get his foot in the door elsewhere--the image Keris began to mirror if to make her state of life better and less about social climbing. Her heart began to close off as she reached fourteen and climbed higher--and with every dragon that passed, passed her by as well. Unsearched, unnecessary-- something her father had been always unashamed about bringing up whenever wingsails left the hold, or they left as invited guests to a hatching. It hardened her heart, with the growing distaste to hatred of her father.
When she turned twenty, he came to her not with a proposition but a promise--by her twenty-fifth turn, she would be wed. It was unspoken about the monetary gain he would earn from it, as he desired nothing else. No other children, he put all his effort into her to fetch highest price at market--and Keris began to wrack her brain for some possible way to escape her situation. While she could try to contact someone she had never met, she had been determined to abide her promise to her mother. So she sank her attention into charming handsome riders, men who would fall for a massage and a happier end--until she met Ulix. It couldn’t have been more perfect timing, as her twenty-fifth turn had come, and she had been bearing down on a wedding to a man who viewed her as a pretty little doll. The rider was everything she had been waiting for. While he was her passage to a new life, at High Reaches--he helped her with one better. While Keris had never considered herself the mothering type, she found herself with child just before her departure--a metaphorical spit in the face of an old life and a marriage she did not want, especially to a father who could not father children.
Life at High Reaches Weyr was everything she wanted it to be, but also the facsimile of what she truly wanted. Her eyes lingered on candidates that she envied so heavily, though she would in turn befriend one, and soon enough fall heavily for Phryana. Her pregnancy would take a turn for the worse, and was bedridden for the remainder of her pregnancy--where she would meet another dear friend to her, Niika. Her son was born much too early, too weak, frail. Keris’ own body threatened to succumb to the weakness she had endured. However, her and her son, Keryaix, would not only recover but thrive as well.
However, the loss of both of her friends would cut Keris deeply, one to Western Weyr, the other to Healer Hall. Though she's happy her friends have found their own paths in life, it’s left Keris lost. With a heavy heart, she’s put her son in the creche, believing it to be a better step for him to have the support rather than herself.
Other: -She is a child of E’ros, not like it matters at all.
-Has a lovely gold flitter named
Carica that acts as much of a smooze as her (And a lovely gift from Tsu <3)
-Has a newly-hatched brown flitter named
Armor, a handsome boy who never strays far
-Son, Keryaix, born 10.10 (September 19) prematurely--now placed in the creche.
Name: Kiadrath
Personality: A quiet sort of dragon, Kiadrath is the sort to keep to her own sort of company and does her best to not wear her hearts on her shoulders. She has feelings, of course -- but it's easier to push aside her own to help those who need help; be it her rider, dragons, or any others. However, not to say that she welcomes being a doormat. Cross her, Kiadrath still grows angry. She'll forgive, no doubt. The Weyr doesn't run smoothly if there are grudges in the wings, after all. But hardly will she forget.
While Kiadrath puts actions to affect rather than pretty words or flowery phrases, she's extremely susceptible to those in distress or prone to high emotions -- leaving her quite open to being twisted about and used. Flights will be a concerted trial and error to not get whipped around by a partner's flowery phrases and wilting promises come morning. No, what stands firmest in her mind is others who show their mettle, not tell and brag about it like dragging around a dead carcass.
She has a mildly covetous eye -- she sees things she like: pretty dragons, nice sunning spots, a spot up the chain of leadership in a wing, a particularly appealing meal on legs; yet Kiadrath is not the sort to bully her way into obtaining. Rather, she would rather use her wits to try and achieve her desires through meaningful ways. Maneuver and show her prowess to a potential partner in a flight, appeal to a dragon eyeing her meal of choice with an offer to catch a similar one for them in exchange, appeal to share a ledge if they might both fit. Kiadrath certainly doesn't mind playing the long game for what she may desire, for the wait can be worth it in the end.
Egg Size: Small
Adult Size: 28'
Physical Description: A
colossal dragon, Kiadrath is a perfectly imperfect balance of her parents. Her wing span is massive and wide, enormous fans to help carry her bulky, heavy set frame. A more barrel carriage gives her bulk to her silhouette, easily lifted by well-toned wings. Thick legs help her carry stride well, as a shortened tail and thinner neck make her look elegant from afar -- only to see the solid stability up close. Her headknobs are longer than average, tapering to a sleek point; while Kiadrath's muzzle is shorter and blunt and can give her a more gruff appearance.
Additional Notes: -Kiadrath's flame is sharp and quick. Quick bursts of flame are this dragon's specialty! While maintaining a longer stream will have been her bane all during flaming lessons.
-Flights are what Kiadrath
lives for. Though poised on the ground, she gives 110% once up in the air. Gold or Green, they will eagerly chase with gusto and hearts racing for competition -- though finding some company in the event she loses isn't out of the question. She will have a bit of a notion as a tail chaser as she seems to enjoy testing and trying; however, once she's found herself a mate, there could be no more of a loyal dragon than in Kiadrath. It will be the ladies that always catch her attention first, but there is always a chance that a male might catch a roving attention.
-There's a love in Kiadrath for water, however it's the stillness of small lakes that draw her in. The Weyrlake is nice, but on an off day, her hearts are alight at finding some quiet, untouched body of water to soak in the atmosphere.
Why Me: Keris, darling, from the moment you walked in, Kiadrath knew you were hers -- she only had to reach you all the way up in the stands. From the moment your eyes met, no longer will the world feel quite so scary, no longer will you feel so alone. That directionless mire suddenly has a sharp compass in the form of Kiadrath, who will keep you on the straight and true. Yet there is love -- a love so deep that it drowns out the heartache of a heavy life. It fills in the cracks and voids that have worn down your heart with the strongest bond known to Pern. Such terrible past transgressions seem much farther away -- never forgotten, darling, but they no longer ache like such thorny vices. An approach to men won't be quite so abrasive, for they are units in the grand scheme of the Weyr. They must all work together, and an ease will come to Keris when dealing with men. They are here, now; Western Weyr is their home now, and there is a future of vast potential for both of them.
Keris and Kiadrath are two peas in a pod; for they are both the quiet watchers who wait for their opportunity to arise. A step forward is taken by both rider and dragon, for they are the strength of one another. Kiadrath's love is all-encompassing, yet never does Keris need to fret that covetous attitude at keeping her away from everything -- She is hers, just as she is Hers, and nothing could ever come between that.
Dragon Art or Proof of Obtainment: NPC Hatching
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