Post by catilena1890 on Jun 13, 2010 16:29:55 GMT -5
Name: Girae *gear-A*
Age: 17 turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wher Candidate
Appearance: Her hair is a dark black that reflects light well, giving it a shiny appearence. Her blue eyes have a slightly grey appearence due to a film covering them, giving her limited vision. Her lips are small and bright pink, covering some very white teeth and they make smiles appear subtle on her thin, egg-shaped face.
As for her clothes, she tends to wear very dark clothes. She likes to wear a dark brown shirt under a black vest. Her pants are also a nice black color matching her black boots. This strangely enough fits her dark, cream-colored skin and she has a thin appearence, only adding to the visually pleasing effect on a very small girl.
Personality: A friendly young woman, Girae is easy to please and difficult to anger. She has little care for appearences, whether it is her own or anyone else's. She always bases her judgements on the attitude and personality of anyone she meets. This goes for any creature, whether they are human, dragon, fire-lizard, or even whers. A large part of this is the fact that she is almost completely blind. The best she can see is blurry colors, and even then, only when the light is really bright. She doesn't let this stop her from living her life though.
When you first meet her, she is very bubbly and willing to befriend you. She'll be a loyal friend, but she has a hard time distinguishing friend from foe. She cannot tell the different between a lie and the truth, and tends to believe anything anyone says to her. This can get her in trouble sometimes, but once someone learns she is blind, they let her go. She greatly dislikes people using her condition against her, for she feels it isn't a big deal. She will dislike anyone who puts her down or even pities her for her eyesight.
History: Girae was born and raised in a lesser hall of Crom Hold. She is partially blind in both eyes, not being able to completely discern shapes and colors properly, and as such was never considered for dragon candidacy. Nonetheless, she maintained a very positive attitude, befriending everyone and everything she encountered. This is how her Wher obsession began.
It was fairly dark outside, and Girae was walking back to her hall when she heard a strange sound nearby. She froze in place and looked around, trying her hardest to see past her condition and find the creature lurking about. Suddenly, something shot out of the forest and ran past her while a middle-aged man was puffing up to her.
"Very sorry about that. Silly creature just can't help 'erself when she is hungry. Say, ain't you tha' blind girl who lives up the road? Whatcher doin' here?" He asked her. Girae smiled and turned her head to him happily.
"I`m not completely blind, but yes, I do live a little ways up. What is that?" She asked as the creature from before walked up and sniffed her. The older man gave a gruff laugh and slapped it's neck affectionately.
"This're is my Wher, my very lovely green, ah, no one wants to know our names, so dun worry about it. We 'elp the hold keep an eye out fer invaders. Them bad guys wanna get in here they're gonna have to get past us first. Listen, why dun ya let us walk ya back to yer home, eh?" With this, he gave a hearty laugh and his wher snorted, walking in the direction of Girae's home.
"Why thank you, you are very kind." Girae laughed and smiled, walking with the man and his strange creature all the way back home, asking several questions along the way. When they were close enough, the man turned to her and smiled.
"Ya know lass, Whers ain't what people would call pretty. They ain't like dragons. They dun fly, they dun chew firestone, and they're ugly as ugly can be when they hatch from their eggs. But ya dun care about tha' do yer? No, I didn't think so. Listen, Wher's are not picky like dragons, they can be as accepting of their handlers as dragons are their riders. You should consider trying for a wher egg somewhere, it migh' do ya good. Well, g'night now." He said as he and his green left, leaving Girae still in wonder. From that day on, she spent much time with the man and his Wher, learning as much as she could about them while her parents looked for a clutch.
When she learned of Dark Moon Weyr and it's Caspian Hold's clutch, she prepared to journey toward it. Before she left, she stopped by the old man's dwelling to bid him and his wher farewell.
"Thanks so much for teaching me. I know it will come in handy when I get there. Well, goodbye old friend." She said, giving he and his grotesque beast a parting hug before going out to where the transport dragon was waiting. As she climbed on and braced herself for the cold of between, she wondered about her life and what adventures were in store for her at the Hold of Caspian.
Pets: N/A
Wher: Girask
Handler: Girae
Color: Yellow
Gender: Female
Appearance:
This girl can only be described as a tiny, pretty, lemon yellow dragonet with butter colored markings. She will be one of the smallest of the whers, just like the yellow dragon is smaller than a green. Only if a white wher were to come around would she have one bigger than her.
The butter yellow markings seem to follow the lines of major muscles in the wher’s body. The insides of her legs and and the places where her wing membrane meets the tendons and bones that help her flap her wings are highlighted in yellow as well. The rest is a bright, lemony, sunshiny yellow.
She is very dainty in appearance but stronger than she looks. She, like greens, blues, and most browns, will never carry a rider, but that suits her well because she prefers to act as guide-wher for her handler anyway.
Personality:
Loyalty is this girl’s code-word. Like most yellows, she’s one of the sweetest things around. She loves to be friendly, as long as there’s no threat to her handler. She is rather touchy about the fact that some people look down on her handler for being partially blind.
She hates to be separated from her handler, because how then will she help her? She is fiercely protective and always willing to help her handler even if she’s more of a hindrance than a help, and since she’s a wher, she usually is more of a hindrance but it makes her happy to be useful, even if she really isn’t.
She is perfectly fine being grounded. She will glide from time to time but only if it brings her to her chosen or the task her chosen wants to do faster. She likes to let her chosen handler see through her eyes even though the images are a little strange due to her jewel-faceted eyes. She will likely never run and she is very selective and just a touch prudish about her handler having mates.
Overall, though, she's always bright and happy and ready to greet newcomers or friends with her limited vocabulary.
Color Code: FFE87C
Age: 17 turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Wher Candidate
Appearance: Her hair is a dark black that reflects light well, giving it a shiny appearence. Her blue eyes have a slightly grey appearence due to a film covering them, giving her limited vision. Her lips are small and bright pink, covering some very white teeth and they make smiles appear subtle on her thin, egg-shaped face.
As for her clothes, she tends to wear very dark clothes. She likes to wear a dark brown shirt under a black vest. Her pants are also a nice black color matching her black boots. This strangely enough fits her dark, cream-colored skin and she has a thin appearence, only adding to the visually pleasing effect on a very small girl.
Personality: A friendly young woman, Girae is easy to please and difficult to anger. She has little care for appearences, whether it is her own or anyone else's. She always bases her judgements on the attitude and personality of anyone she meets. This goes for any creature, whether they are human, dragon, fire-lizard, or even whers. A large part of this is the fact that she is almost completely blind. The best she can see is blurry colors, and even then, only when the light is really bright. She doesn't let this stop her from living her life though.
When you first meet her, she is very bubbly and willing to befriend you. She'll be a loyal friend, but she has a hard time distinguishing friend from foe. She cannot tell the different between a lie and the truth, and tends to believe anything anyone says to her. This can get her in trouble sometimes, but once someone learns she is blind, they let her go. She greatly dislikes people using her condition against her, for she feels it isn't a big deal. She will dislike anyone who puts her down or even pities her for her eyesight.
History: Girae was born and raised in a lesser hall of Crom Hold. She is partially blind in both eyes, not being able to completely discern shapes and colors properly, and as such was never considered for dragon candidacy. Nonetheless, she maintained a very positive attitude, befriending everyone and everything she encountered. This is how her Wher obsession began.
It was fairly dark outside, and Girae was walking back to her hall when she heard a strange sound nearby. She froze in place and looked around, trying her hardest to see past her condition and find the creature lurking about. Suddenly, something shot out of the forest and ran past her while a middle-aged man was puffing up to her.
"Very sorry about that. Silly creature just can't help 'erself when she is hungry. Say, ain't you tha' blind girl who lives up the road? Whatcher doin' here?" He asked her. Girae smiled and turned her head to him happily.
"I`m not completely blind, but yes, I do live a little ways up. What is that?" She asked as the creature from before walked up and sniffed her. The older man gave a gruff laugh and slapped it's neck affectionately.
"This're is my Wher, my very lovely green, ah, no one wants to know our names, so dun worry about it. We 'elp the hold keep an eye out fer invaders. Them bad guys wanna get in here they're gonna have to get past us first. Listen, why dun ya let us walk ya back to yer home, eh?" With this, he gave a hearty laugh and his wher snorted, walking in the direction of Girae's home.
"Why thank you, you are very kind." Girae laughed and smiled, walking with the man and his strange creature all the way back home, asking several questions along the way. When they were close enough, the man turned to her and smiled.
"Ya know lass, Whers ain't what people would call pretty. They ain't like dragons. They dun fly, they dun chew firestone, and they're ugly as ugly can be when they hatch from their eggs. But ya dun care about tha' do yer? No, I didn't think so. Listen, Wher's are not picky like dragons, they can be as accepting of their handlers as dragons are their riders. You should consider trying for a wher egg somewhere, it migh' do ya good. Well, g'night now." He said as he and his green left, leaving Girae still in wonder. From that day on, she spent much time with the man and his Wher, learning as much as she could about them while her parents looked for a clutch.
When she learned of Dark Moon Weyr and it's Caspian Hold's clutch, she prepared to journey toward it. Before she left, she stopped by the old man's dwelling to bid him and his wher farewell.
"Thanks so much for teaching me. I know it will come in handy when I get there. Well, goodbye old friend." She said, giving he and his grotesque beast a parting hug before going out to where the transport dragon was waiting. As she climbed on and braced herself for the cold of between, she wondered about her life and what adventures were in store for her at the Hold of Caspian.
Pets: N/A
Wher: Girask
Handler: Girae
Color: Yellow
Gender: Female
Appearance:
This girl can only be described as a tiny, pretty, lemon yellow dragonet with butter colored markings. She will be one of the smallest of the whers, just like the yellow dragon is smaller than a green. Only if a white wher were to come around would she have one bigger than her.
The butter yellow markings seem to follow the lines of major muscles in the wher’s body. The insides of her legs and and the places where her wing membrane meets the tendons and bones that help her flap her wings are highlighted in yellow as well. The rest is a bright, lemony, sunshiny yellow.
She is very dainty in appearance but stronger than she looks. She, like greens, blues, and most browns, will never carry a rider, but that suits her well because she prefers to act as guide-wher for her handler anyway.
Personality:
Loyalty is this girl’s code-word. Like most yellows, she’s one of the sweetest things around. She loves to be friendly, as long as there’s no threat to her handler. She is rather touchy about the fact that some people look down on her handler for being partially blind.
She hates to be separated from her handler, because how then will she help her? She is fiercely protective and always willing to help her handler even if she’s more of a hindrance than a help, and since she’s a wher, she usually is more of a hindrance but it makes her happy to be useful, even if she really isn’t.
She is perfectly fine being grounded. She will glide from time to time but only if it brings her to her chosen or the task her chosen wants to do faster. She likes to let her chosen handler see through her eyes even though the images are a little strange due to her jewel-faceted eyes. She will likely never run and she is very selective and just a touch prudish about her handler having mates.
Overall, though, she's always bright and happy and ready to greet newcomers or friends with her limited vocabulary.
Color Code: FFE87C
