Post by Akki on Apr 19, 2012 15:05:00 GMT -5
Character:
Name: Hasima (Has-ee-mah)
Age Currently Twenty Four Turns
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Yellowrider
Appearance:
Dark Moon had witnessed Hasima grow up.
The girl used to be sort and stubby, before hitting a growth spurt and shooting up significantly just in time to move to Dark Moon. When she arrived at the Weyr she was in the awkward stage of trying to adjust to her new body; she was now tall and lanky and didn’t seem to know what to think of it. She felt uncomfortable in this new skin of hers and it showed. The girl seemed to stay hunched over slightly, trying to ball up to look shorter. It was obvious that she was insecure with how she looked for the longest time, trying to avoid being in anyone’s line of sight.
She seemed to be almost a ghost; pale and quiet, preferring the shadows.
However, the girl grew up when Dark Moon collapsed and the riders were transferred. Her body finished changing and Hasima finally found herself somewhat comfortable with it. Before she was frighteningly skinny but now she has filled out a bit. She’s still small but now her body has a bit of a shape to it rather than just being completely straight. She looked more….alive. The sickly look seemed to be gone from the most part, just a memory for those who knew her at Dark Moon.
She’s still quite pale; that part of her will never change. That can’t be helped for the girl really does prefer the indoors. Her hair is black, nothing exciting. There is no beautiful, lively sheen to it or anything like that. It’s simply black, long and straight with bangs cut across her forehead. It’s well known that Hasima would never cut her hair short; she appreciates the security it gives her. Her hair is like a veil, let it fall in her eyes and she doesn’t have to worry about what she is seeing or who is seeing her. Her eyes were a rather frightening thing – they were almost like dead fish eyes; a dull pale blue. Some people are rather scared of them, which made her feel self-conscious and caused her to avoid eye contact whenever she possibly could. She’s more comfortable with her eye color now and can hold eye contact with people, but still not for long. Something about it just made her feel nervous.
The rest of her features were nothing special, her nose was just a nose. Not small and dainty, but just a plain and regular nose. Her lips were kind of pale, while most darkly colored hair girls had bright red lips that stood out beautifully that stood out against their porcelain skin, and rather bland. There was no hint of a vibrant red in them, unless of course, she bit them.
Personality:
The girl is an introvert.
It used to be bad; extremely so. She wouldn’t talk to anyone for days on end; she’d spend all her time by herself, holed up somewhere where no one could find her. It wasn’t that she was just shy; she was cripplingly so. It wasn’t her fault, really. The girl had grown up being mercilessly teased and it had affected her, causing her to avoid human contact wherever she could in fear of having cruel remarks thrown at her. She stayed in the shadows, hunched over with her fists curled up in balls while she desperately avoided eye contact with anyone who tried. She didn’t take confident strides, but shuffled instead. When she came to Dark Moon, she was an anti-social mess to say the least.
But the Weyr had helped shape her. She met friends there and her confidence seemed to grow ever so slightly. She could hold eye contact with people and could partake in conversations without stuttering nervously. This wasn’t to say she was suddenly the life of the party or anything, oh no. She was still extremely shy and avoided starting conversations. If people wanted to talk, they had to initiate it. Hasima was like a ball of clay, she needed help forming herself and Dark Moon did that.
Once you got to know the girl, it was easy to see that she was a sweetheart. She was eager to please, deep down, never wanting to let someone down. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body; she knew what it was like to be bullied so why would she do it to someone? Hasima was always eager to make friends but she just didn’t know how and required a helping hand in that aspect.
And of course, the ferocious blush that everyone related to Hasima was still the same. Compliment her? Get ready to see a vivid red pass over her face. Her wavery smile was also still a part of her; the tight lipped, wavery (And rather awkward looking smile) she gave whenever anyone said anything nice to her.
History:
Hasima was born and raised in Southern Boll with a loving mother and father. She has no siblings, which on most occasions she didn’t mind, however at times she did wish she had an older brother or sister that would talk to her and protect her from cruel words. Despite the fact that both of her parents love her, they rarely had time to be all together. Her mother helped cook meals in the weyr, and when she wasn’t doing that she was going off somewhere to stitch clothing, mostly tears that careless children made in their clothing. Her father was also often busy, helping around the weyr with odd jobs here and there. Maybe this is why they only had one child; they were far too busy to have anymore.
Later in Hasima’s life, her parents began to fight more and more with each passing day. They would use their patience up on their jobs, and would snap viciously at one and another, blaming them for pointless things. However, this fact was lost on Hasima, whether it was because it was too much for her to understand or she just didn’t choose to believe it, because she continued to think or pretend that her family was perfection in human form. Adults around the weyr knew that the family was falling apart and would send Hasima off with other kids so she wouldn’t have to hear her parent’s yells. People always sent her off with good intentions, but they didn’t realize that the other kids teased her which normally led to her being in a depressed mood. After a while she tried to avoid people entirely, not wanting to be teased, to hear her parents yells or be sent off to go keep herself busy. She would just walk around, her mothers green flitt Yashin around her neck, crooning.
When Hasima turned seventeen, a searchrider came to Southern Boll, in search of suitable candidates for a hatching that would take place at a weyr, Dark Moon Weyr. Hasima had never thought she would amount to anything, she was too shy and timid too so when the rider asked her to join him on his trip to Dark Moon, she couldn’t believe her ears. She was the only one who was asked to leave, so she received many dirty looks from people who thought the same thing as her, that she never would amount to anything. She went to Dark Moon, stood at the hatching and Impressed to yellow Rimith.
As said before, Dark Moon helped her grow and it broke her heart to see the Weyr fall apart, forcing people transfer to other Weyrs. Hasima did well, for the most part, at the other Weyrs. A few times Hasima almost returned to what she was like before Dark Moon thanks to a few men who thought it would be grand to hit on her. The comments seemed to be almost abusive at some point; they made the girl feel uncomfortable and she retreated into herself, preferring her company to only be Rimith. It wasn’t that Hasima was unhappy at these Weyrs or anything, there were some people she liked there, but she just seemed to be simply existing. She could do without the attention from the men but did her best to block it out, and Rimith was quick to correct those fellows in their behavior.
When Rimith caught wind of Dark Moon returning, the yellow was more than eager to tell her rider about it. The pair were quick to agree that Dark Moon was where they belonged and they were quick to pack their belongings up and ship out.
Dragon:
Yellow Rimith
[/i][/color]Name: Hasima (Has-ee-mah)
Age Currently Twenty Four Turns
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Yellowrider
Appearance:
Dark Moon had witnessed Hasima grow up.
The girl used to be sort and stubby, before hitting a growth spurt and shooting up significantly just in time to move to Dark Moon. When she arrived at the Weyr she was in the awkward stage of trying to adjust to her new body; she was now tall and lanky and didn’t seem to know what to think of it. She felt uncomfortable in this new skin of hers and it showed. The girl seemed to stay hunched over slightly, trying to ball up to look shorter. It was obvious that she was insecure with how she looked for the longest time, trying to avoid being in anyone’s line of sight.
She seemed to be almost a ghost; pale and quiet, preferring the shadows.
However, the girl grew up when Dark Moon collapsed and the riders were transferred. Her body finished changing and Hasima finally found herself somewhat comfortable with it. Before she was frighteningly skinny but now she has filled out a bit. She’s still small but now her body has a bit of a shape to it rather than just being completely straight. She looked more….alive. The sickly look seemed to be gone from the most part, just a memory for those who knew her at Dark Moon.
She’s still quite pale; that part of her will never change. That can’t be helped for the girl really does prefer the indoors. Her hair is black, nothing exciting. There is no beautiful, lively sheen to it or anything like that. It’s simply black, long and straight with bangs cut across her forehead. It’s well known that Hasima would never cut her hair short; she appreciates the security it gives her. Her hair is like a veil, let it fall in her eyes and she doesn’t have to worry about what she is seeing or who is seeing her. Her eyes were a rather frightening thing – they were almost like dead fish eyes; a dull pale blue. Some people are rather scared of them, which made her feel self-conscious and caused her to avoid eye contact whenever she possibly could. She’s more comfortable with her eye color now and can hold eye contact with people, but still not for long. Something about it just made her feel nervous.
The rest of her features were nothing special, her nose was just a nose. Not small and dainty, but just a plain and regular nose. Her lips were kind of pale, while most darkly colored hair girls had bright red lips that stood out beautifully that stood out against their porcelain skin, and rather bland. There was no hint of a vibrant red in them, unless of course, she bit them.
Personality:
The girl is an introvert.
It used to be bad; extremely so. She wouldn’t talk to anyone for days on end; she’d spend all her time by herself, holed up somewhere where no one could find her. It wasn’t that she was just shy; she was cripplingly so. It wasn’t her fault, really. The girl had grown up being mercilessly teased and it had affected her, causing her to avoid human contact wherever she could in fear of having cruel remarks thrown at her. She stayed in the shadows, hunched over with her fists curled up in balls while she desperately avoided eye contact with anyone who tried. She didn’t take confident strides, but shuffled instead. When she came to Dark Moon, she was an anti-social mess to say the least.
But the Weyr had helped shape her. She met friends there and her confidence seemed to grow ever so slightly. She could hold eye contact with people and could partake in conversations without stuttering nervously. This wasn’t to say she was suddenly the life of the party or anything, oh no. She was still extremely shy and avoided starting conversations. If people wanted to talk, they had to initiate it. Hasima was like a ball of clay, she needed help forming herself and Dark Moon did that.
Once you got to know the girl, it was easy to see that she was a sweetheart. She was eager to please, deep down, never wanting to let someone down. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body; she knew what it was like to be bullied so why would she do it to someone? Hasima was always eager to make friends but she just didn’t know how and required a helping hand in that aspect.
And of course, the ferocious blush that everyone related to Hasima was still the same. Compliment her? Get ready to see a vivid red pass over her face. Her wavery smile was also still a part of her; the tight lipped, wavery (And rather awkward looking smile) she gave whenever anyone said anything nice to her.
History:
Hasima was born and raised in Southern Boll with a loving mother and father. She has no siblings, which on most occasions she didn’t mind, however at times she did wish she had an older brother or sister that would talk to her and protect her from cruel words. Despite the fact that both of her parents love her, they rarely had time to be all together. Her mother helped cook meals in the weyr, and when she wasn’t doing that she was going off somewhere to stitch clothing, mostly tears that careless children made in their clothing. Her father was also often busy, helping around the weyr with odd jobs here and there. Maybe this is why they only had one child; they were far too busy to have anymore.
Later in Hasima’s life, her parents began to fight more and more with each passing day. They would use their patience up on their jobs, and would snap viciously at one and another, blaming them for pointless things. However, this fact was lost on Hasima, whether it was because it was too much for her to understand or she just didn’t choose to believe it, because she continued to think or pretend that her family was perfection in human form. Adults around the weyr knew that the family was falling apart and would send Hasima off with other kids so she wouldn’t have to hear her parent’s yells. People always sent her off with good intentions, but they didn’t realize that the other kids teased her which normally led to her being in a depressed mood. After a while she tried to avoid people entirely, not wanting to be teased, to hear her parents yells or be sent off to go keep herself busy. She would just walk around, her mothers green flitt Yashin around her neck, crooning.
When Hasima turned seventeen, a searchrider came to Southern Boll, in search of suitable candidates for a hatching that would take place at a weyr, Dark Moon Weyr. Hasima had never thought she would amount to anything, she was too shy and timid too so when the rider asked her to join him on his trip to Dark Moon, she couldn’t believe her ears. She was the only one who was asked to leave, so she received many dirty looks from people who thought the same thing as her, that she never would amount to anything. She went to Dark Moon, stood at the hatching and Impressed to yellow Rimith.
As said before, Dark Moon helped her grow and it broke her heart to see the Weyr fall apart, forcing people transfer to other Weyrs. Hasima did well, for the most part, at the other Weyrs. A few times Hasima almost returned to what she was like before Dark Moon thanks to a few men who thought it would be grand to hit on her. The comments seemed to be almost abusive at some point; they made the girl feel uncomfortable and she retreated into herself, preferring her company to only be Rimith. It wasn’t that Hasima was unhappy at these Weyrs or anything, there were some people she liked there, but she just seemed to be simply existing. She could do without the attention from the men but did her best to block it out, and Rimith was quick to correct those fellows in their behavior.
When Rimith caught wind of Dark Moon returning, the yellow was more than eager to tell her rider about it. The pair were quick to agree that Dark Moon was where they belonged and they were quick to pack their belongings up and ship out.
Dragon:
Yellow Rimith
Personality:
Rimith was a perfect match for Hasima. The dragon was sweet, gentle and patient which was exactly what Hasima needed. Rimith never rushed into anything, knowing that Hasima could fall into a panic attack and was always very mindful of the girl. Truthfully, Rimith was like the mother figure in Hasima’s life. The yellow was there to make sure that no harm came to the girl; she sheltered her from as much as she could, knowing that the girl probably couldn’t handle certain situations.
It was extremely hard to anger Rimith, a trait known in yellow dragons, but it wasn’t impossible. Rimith could turn into a ferocious, snarling beast if it was needed. This had only happened once and it was certainly a frightening sight. There was something about seeing the normally docile and polite Rimith with her mouth pulled back, teeth snapping together viciously. It was bone chilling, to say the least. If you set Rimith off and forced her to become angry, chances were you would never have a chance of a friendship with her or Hasima. The yellow could certainly hold grudges when she deemed it necessary.
Appearance:
This yellow dragon hatched from the stolen Void Egg; a very memorable hatching, to say the least. Rimith is larger than a white dragon but fully grown, she will only reach the size of a small/ medium dragon. Her body is a pale, creamy yellow with the tips of her wings gradually turning darker. She is not an overly exciting dragon to look at, in all honesty. She is a simple color with no special markings and that suited her just fine.
Pets:
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