Post by Amejisuto on Aug 14, 2010 23:28:08 GMT -8
| - Human Bio - |
Name: Morag
Turns: 50
Gender: Female
Rank: Brown Rider/MasterHarper of Dance and Defense
Sexuality: Sex is Sex
Weyrmate: N/A
Appearance:
Morag is an older woman, with a rather strong facial construction. Her features are sharp and unsettling to some - especially at first glance. When her hair is longer and grown out - it tends to soften her appearance. Almost always though - you will find her with short short locks, and a stern look on her face. Her face is covered in silvery scars - these are likely from knifes, or the possibility of threadfall.
Morag has beautifully colored blue/green eyes, a sharp contrast to the tan of her skin, and the stark white of her hair. There is some greying in her hair - that suggests that her hair color was once a more platinum blond - that faded to true white. Her form is lean and strong looking. Holding a firmness to it that most women seem to lack. Standing well over the heads of most men, she stands at 6'6''.
Her body is covered in various scars as well - testament to her fighting nature. With long sleek limbs - that make one thing of a well formed runner. She looks like a strong and fast woman. Which she is.
She usually wears darker blue - with lighter blue bordered - tunics. Despite her brown rider rank, the Master inside her will never be Quelled.
Personality:
When most people first meet Morag - they believe they have met the harshest woman in existence. She will not accept preventable failures - especially if the person didn't do their best to prevent them. She has Lead Wings, and been mated to Queen - and she knows what leadership is. If there is a failing - even as a brownrider - she is harsh in letting them know. She is a stern form of leadership - not the typical quiet brownrider you would meet.
Hard and cold - that is what most people get. But if you manage to win her loyalty - and manage to garner her heart.... it will be one of the greatest treasures you come across. She is a brilliant woman - and a stunning tactician. She has taught her dragon manuevers that his size alone should have prevented. Taught him and the whole of Skysong Weyr. Minth - their lovely Queen has let them go - because it's time the rest of Pern recieve their skills.
Morag shows no outside form of affection for anyone - with the exception of five beings. Her daughter Morrigan, her Dragon Morrath, her firelizard's Grace and Snow, and her daughter's Firelizard Serin. These beings are the only ones that have managed their way into her heart. At least fully - she'll show begrudging affections to many beings. But only these five does she show open affection.
She is a dedicated woman - a task given is a task half completed. Completion of a task is always in a timely manner. She doesn't anger easily - but deep down she is hurt easily. Many years of rejection have worn down on the woman. Her heart aches for a true solace - and she realizes that people judge her based on her age now.
She puts forward a good front - and is an amazing aid to those that need leadership. She does like relaxations though - and spends an hour each morning and evening on practice routines. If you need to learn how to fight - this would be your best place.
History:
Morag was born and raised in Harper Life. Her father was 20 when she was born. His father before him was a Master at the time. It was a family craft - that she was pulled into. The fighting courses that she was trained in. Born of Morin a new Journeyman, and Giniag a Vocalist - she was a Harper born child. Her childhood was different then many.
She was training as soon as she could walk. Her father already starting the rigorous life that would lead Morag down the Harper Path. Morag was a quick and happy learner. Quickly understanding that she was different - then other children. She had a fierceness inside her - an anger that had to be tamed. Her father taught her to tame it - and she harnessed it to such an extent that people sometimes feared her.
When her training in fighting started -so did her tactical training. Her father taught her stealth - and all it meant to be part of his family line. Morag grew with it - and took to it like a fish out of water. She was an early apprentice - starting under her father at 8 turns of age. By the time she was 18 the Harpers were more then sure she would make a good Journeyman. She attained her rank and then began her wandering.
She pushed herself hard - traveling to a new Weyr or Hold ever turn. Finding that she enjoyed the life of wandering. She also found out that male or female, she liked both genders equally and found things to care for in both. Though many a times she was cast aside for her affections - she still offered them. She was a harsh woman to get along with - and believed in tough love - but she still was sweet to those that mattered.
At twenty-two turns of age - a Gather day present was a pair of eggs. She impressed to a pair of flits - one green and one blue. Whom she called Grace and snow. They were her constant companions as she traveled. She was pushing hard for her Master knots, she wanted those so badly. To prove to her father that she could do it. It was when she was twenty three that her father got his own knots. Which wasn't bad for a Harper trained.
He pushed Morag to have a child young, so that her body would hold up to it. But she found better things with her time - she traveled all over and finally settled in Benden Weyr. She was writing down the events of the hatching - for records, when the unthinkable happened. Morag at twenty-eight turns... had impressed.
The hatching had been unfolding normally. A few new developements - but all was pretty much the same. The gold had hatched and chosen a beautiful young woman that Morag had been attracted to for awhile. A girl ten years her junior. But she didn't care! She grinned as she watched the impression and then watched as the final egg hatched. From it spilled a very large bronze hatchilng. Well that's what everyone thought it even had a bit of a metallic sheen to it! It had to be bronze, there was nothing else it could be.
Morag-mine, Inform them that your Morrath is BROWN not bronze. They should remove those silly notions. Now, YOU! You must put down that wax tablet - thing - and we will make haste to the table, it is time for food. the brown said so eloquently that the harper was in shock. She took her large hatchling over to the table and fed him.
His size stuck through - even to full growth. He was larger then the bigger bronze in the clutch - but not bigger then his father. Still he was a large brown, extra large at that. But he held the slim compact form of a normal brown. Morag started him on regimens and they became an amazing pair. Shortly after graduation - one of the greens in the clutch rose. It's rider was T'rrigan(Tellorrigan), a gorgeous man with a heart of gold. He was a little older then usual himself - having impressed late.
Morrath won, the green chose him almost instantly from the getgo. Morag experienced pure bliss, and nine months later - a baby! She pushed herself hard, and found ways to make time for raising a child. Even making a special chest harness so she could attend flight drills. She never took the child with her in threadfall though.
It was shortly after the birth of her daughter that the woman she loved - finally had her dragon rise. Morrath was all set on chasing down Sernimeth, the golden beauty from his clutch. Morag woke up the next morning with the female she loved - in her arms. Only to get a scowl and a look of complete disgust. The other woman kicked her from her weyr and ordered her to never speak to her again.
She did so with a heavy and broken heart. From then on, only her firelizards and her Weyrmate and their daughter... and her dragon, could reach her heart. She had learned a harsh lesson.
Morag trained her daughter as soon as she could walk. As soon as her daughter turned 8 turns of age, Morag sent her daughter to Harper Hall. Were her daughter was apprenticed and began learning beneath Morag's own father. Morag moved to a new Weyr at this time. High Reaches. Putting herself in the cold, and training her and her dragon harder.
Because of their size, they won their share of Queen flights. Always looking for that one that wouldn't shun them and shove them in the cold. But it always happened. They stayed in High Reaches for ten turns, when they got word that Morrigan(like her mother) had become a Journeyman.
They picked her up and even brought her a congratulatory gift! She received an egg. From which a brown firelizard hatched, the girl named it Serin. Morag then gathered her belongings and daughter, and transferred to Skysong - a newly built Weyr. It accepted them with open arms, and for several turns they resided there peacefully.
But the need to wander rose again - and with Minth's blessing they transfer to Akum Weyr.
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| - Dragon Bio - |
Name: Morrath
Turns: 22
Color: Brown
Appearance:
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Originally when he hatched - everyone was convinced he was a Bronze. But that was impossible! Because he kept telling everyone he was a brown, and he was bonded to a female. So Pern accepted that answer, and let the large brown hatchling be with his large and overbearing Harper. As he got older and got bigger - his original colors began to fade away.
He became a darker brown with markings of his birth color, and scars marred by a color paler then his new color. His scars are all from flight training, or threadfall accidents. Of which he refuses to have more then one or two a threadfall.
Personality:
His bonded is the serious one - Morrath is the jokester. He does his best to make people smile when his bonded has made others upset. He does put on a serious face though - a lot of the time - as it is needed to work. he doesn't like being serious but Morag turned it into a game for him. Also told him that Gold's like it more when a Brown is serious like a Bronze.
He doesn't act conceited in any way - because of his size, he instead acts humbled by it. Showing others that no matter how big you are - you can still be a big softy. He enjoys spending time with children and firelizards, and will sometimes try and shirk training. But he deep down would never do that.
He is a sweetheart by nature - and if he ever wins the heart of a female dragon... she will know true love.
History:
When he hatched - he caused a ruckus. Last to hatch, just after the gold had finally impressed, he spent his damn good time looking for his bonded. And he found her - within a Harper girl sweet as could be. She had an edge to her - and a difference. No Gold would ever pick her, so why couldn't he!
He proved himself on countless occasions with the flights he won. He has trained weyrlings and watched people and dragons he cares for... die. He has watched his bonded and himself be considered abominations - and cast out. He does his best to remember, and does it as well as he can... but he is only a dragon.
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| - Pet Information - |
Name: Grace
Turns: Twenty-Eight
Species: Firelizard - Green
Appearance:
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Grace is a large green, when I mean large I mean.. sometimes people think she may be a pewter or something else. She easily reaches double what a green should be. But perhaps she grew more to match up with Morag? It's obvious she is bigger then Snow, who is tiny enough eh could be a green. It's interesting how that turned out.
Personality:
Grace is a very playful little green. She enjoys flitting about and teasing anyone she comes across. She can be a bit coy at times - and pretend to scorn affections, but in reality she is just trying to get you to love her more! She enjoys patting and loves it more then anything when she's given a treat.
She has a temper - and doesn't bother to keep it in check. Unlike her bonded - she is unable to. She will get angry easily - especially if she is insulted.
Other:
Name: Snow
Turns: Twenty Eight
Species: Firelizard Blue
Appearance:
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Snow is a rather small and lithe looking blue. Many mistake him for a female blue mutation - because of how girly he looks. He is pale enough some think him a white - but he is not a white. Not at all.
Personality:
A sweet and unassuming blue that does his best to stay out of trouble. He is a worry wort - and doesn't have much forethought to him. He has good intentions on all he does - that is all that matters. He has a little bit of a Napolian complex because of his size. His huge bonded, and her huge dragon - doesn't help matters.
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