Post by Nell on Aug 30, 2010 22:08:23 GMT -8
| - Human Bio - |
Name: Sabine
Turns: Twenty-five
Gender: Female
Rank: Wingrider
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weyrmate: No
Appearance:
Sabine is tall for a woman, standing at 5'8" with a lean, whipcord thin build. Any extra flesh she might have had before Impressing has been burned away in the past three Turns. She has a warm and earthy look to her; her skin is tinted gold by time in the sun, her brown hair has been streaked with blonde by that same exposure and her eyes are an odd pale shade of brown that verges on hazel.
Her features are classically beautiful; she has a long patrician nose and high cheekbones that speak of noble breeding. Her eyes are almond-shaped and set at an exotic angle. Her one flaw is in the thinness of her lips.
She isn't often found out of her riding leathers. At the very least, she'll have the trousers and heavy boots on, with a linen tunic belted over top. Most people wouldn't remember ever seeing her in a dress, so rarely can she be found wearing clothing not dedicated to her position in the Weyr.
Personality:
Sabine has spent her life being what other people wanted her to be. Distant relation to the Blood of Akum Hold, she was raised to a life of relative privilege. She had the finest clothing, the best tutors and an early engagement to an influential husband. It would have been a simple thing for her to become spoiled. Instead, Sabine has become a consummate actress. Before, she was the perfect noblewoman. Now, she is the epitome of a greenrider.
Her personality is rooted in wanting to please those she cares most about as well as wanting, deeply, to look after those under her own care. She is a nurturer with a quiet, even a subtle, style of leadership. She gives suggestions rather than orders.
Ultimately, Sabine is a simple woman who would have been happiest as a holder's wife, raising a flock of fat and sassy babies. Because that life was never allowed her, she tries to put the best face possible on what life has given her. She couldn't live without Eosrith, after all, and the vibrant green's nature keeps her temperament from slipping entirely into depression.
In her day to day life, she's friendly and even comes across as a flirt at times. In Threadfall, she can be a risk-taker but she and Eosrith have the reflexes to back this up even if her wingmates don't always appreciate it.
History:
Three Turns ago, Sabine stood at the culmination of her life's training. She was a candidate on the sands for Myndith's clutch. Her family had placed her there thinking her to be the perfect gold candidate. If she'd Impressed to gold, she'd have brought them both pride and influence, or so it was hoped.
Unfortunately for Sabine, it didn't work out that way.
She was born at Akum Hold, distant relation to the Blood. She was educated as a lady with additional education on what life at the Weyr was like. They believed the superstition that golds preferred out-of-Weyr candidates and saw to it that she had everything she needed to serve as the perfect Weyrwoman. It was conspiracy on a small scale to see that she was Searched and stood for Myndith's eggs.
But when the eggs finally began their dance and the hatchlings broke free of their shells, it wasn't the gold that called out to Sabine. A dewy, mist-dappled green tumbled against her legs and looked up into her eyes, creeling piteously. Sabine, won't you help your poor Eosrith up? My legs don't want to work properly and there is such a hunger in my belly.
The Turns that followed were tumultuous, to say the least. Her family's crushing disapproval of her failure was washed away by the loss of the Weyr's mature dragons in a single devastating Threadfall. There was uncertainty and fear as the weyrlings went through their lessons, knowing they were the last hope Akum had of surviving.
Even the arrival of the Whites wasn't greeted with joy by Sabine, but rather with concern. Would they hatch healthy dragons, capable of helping the fighting wings, or would they hatch misshapen mutants? In the end, though their colors were odd, the new weyrlings all seemed capable of eventually joining the ranks. Also positive was the hatching of the fire-birds. They too were strange but Sabine welcomed anything that might increase Akum's chances at survival.
Still, in private, she worried.
All of this change, little of it positive, surely it was a sign of worse times to come?
| - Dragon Bio - |
Name: Eosrith
Turns: Three
Color: Green (color=66FF77)
Appearance: Eosrith is small and lithe, as a green should be. There's little spare flesh on her frame courtesy of the harsh drills regimen that Sabine insist they maintain. As a result, her wing and tail both look too long for her lean body. It's purely an optical illusion, though. Her hide is a bright and sleek shade of green, the color of a new leaf unfurling in the springtime. Soft dapples of a paler green decorate her forehead, neck and shoulders as if someone had decked her in diamonds or she'd been caught in an early morning dew. Her talons and wingspars are a smoky grey, almost the color of charcoal.
Personality: Eosrith defies the stereotypes of a green. She'd been hatched with a strong temperament and that has only grown stronger through the Turns, as she served as Sabine's touchstone. She projects an aura of zen serenity and acceptance. Life is what it is, with beauty to be cherished and challenges to be survived. She glories in the positive things, the way wind feels rushing over her hide when she flies, the flame gouting from her throat when she rises in a drill, water song, moon shine, the perfection of a pebble found on her way to the lake...she sees things to be treasured all around her. Few things upset her but when riled, she is a silent and deadly threat. Posturing is left for those who have something to prove. Eosrith knows what she's capable of; she leaves the preening for those with that inclination. You won't catch her flirting, either. She's more impressed with action than boasting or simpering, and is far more likely to curl up close and quiet to a brown or a blue who caught her eye with a daring move during drills than a bronze strutting in front of the lake.
Other: Nope.
