Post by fyrai on Feb 26, 2008 20:46:00 GMT -5
The Person
About the Person:
Historical Facts:
For Dragonriders:
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Name: Fyrai (Lafyrai)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Rank: Sand rider
About the Person:
Physical Appearance: Fyrai is tall and has a slim build from years of dragonriding. Her hair is a pale, almost white, blond, and its usually tied back in a messy braid, or in a careless bun. Her eyes are cool grey-blue, with hints of green. Really, depending on the light her eyes can seem to be blue-grey, grey, or green-grey. It doesn't have anything to do with her moods, though many make that mistake. She's about 5'9" and weighs around one hundred sixty pounds, all of it whipcord muscle, bone and blood. Her facial features are sharp and hawk-like, a hooked nose, dark eyebrows and long lashes that accentuate her piercing eyes, a determined mouth and a stubborn chin, all creating a face that is strong, not beautiful.
She usually wears blacks, grays and deep reds, with the occasional hint of sandy gold or silvery grey. She hates dresses and skirts with a passion that borders on insanity, and will never wear one. She just can't stand the constriction of her movement.
Fyrai is highly lacking in the form department, with almost no curves at all. If her hair wasn't so long, she could easily be mistaken for a effete man in the baggy clothes she prefers to wear.
Personality: Fyrai is highly unpredictable and temperamental, her moods changing like the shadows of a candle flame. One instant she can be social, laughing and teasing, and the next she's angry, her words sharp and her fingers quick to grab and press points that will cause maximum pain to those who have annoyed her. Often these mood swings occur when someone stops speaking to her, when she has nothing to concentrate on. When she's speaking to someone, the mental engagement seems to keep her from going from one mood to another.
Fyrai is also very headstrong, and its a good thing that Ashtenerath is there to keep her from transgressing too badly, or Fyrai would have been thrown out of the weyr. Her impatience with pretenders and idiots often has her snapping at those who are innocent, and driving them to tears. She's not a kind woman, and she's rarely gentle. Some suspect she was born totally without tact. She does in fact posess tact, she simply doesn't exercise it often. She only follows those she sees as worth following, ignoring orders from those she doesn't see worth following.
Historical Facts:
Family: Father: Kelaf, harper
Mother: Aryai
Sibilings: K'lar(Grassrider), Yalaf, Kela, Yaif, Layi, Arke
Pets: Forest firelizard Lin, (female)
History: Fyrai was born Lafyrai to a small family, at least at the time. She was the second child, with an older brother, Kelar. He was her best friend, and her only friend in fact, as her temper and her unwillingness to follow other peoples commands made her an outcast from the other children her age. As Yalef, Yaif, Layi and Arke were born, it almost seemed like Lafyrai and Kelar were adopted. They had their mothers pale hair and crystalline eyes, and their fathers hawk-like features. Their sibilings took after their father more, with dark hair and eyes, and they had their mothers delicate features. Also, Kelar and Lafyrai would play at one thing, usually dragonriders, while the other four would play at something much less... active.
When Lafyrai was twelve, her brother was searched. He was fourteen. She heard a few months later he had impressed a grass by the name of Sivvath. She missed him deeply, but she got over it. For about a year and a half, until she was fourteen, she played alone. Soon after her birthday, she was searched to New Southern. She stood for three clutches, encompassing three years. When she was seventeen, she arrived at the clutch, and stood around nervously for a while, keeping her eye on a sad looking storm cloud. However, near the end of the hatching, a single, creamy egg shattered, and a very angry sand spilled out. She firs hissed savagly at the storm cloud, scaring it off, obviously upset, perhaps just because the other dragonet was nearby when she hatched. However, the ferocious sand quickly asserted her dominance over her sister, and flounced over to Lafyrai. Fyrai-mine, no other may even think of having you but your Ashtenerath! How could you beleive that my sneaking sister was right for you?! The sand continued berating the girl until she was fed.
Fyrai and Ashtenerath have been together for three years, and the two work together beautifully, though Ashtenerath is still highly posessive of her rider.
For Dragonriders:
Name of Dragon: Ashtenerath
Age of Dragon: Three Turns
Color of Dragon: Sand
Appearance of Dragon: Ashtenerath is a pale colored sand, silvery-white in moonlight, white slightly tinted with gold in sunlight. She is huge, for a sand, standing 37 meters tall. She is an imposing figure, serpintine and lithe, her form powerful and slim. She's in perfect shape, and she cuts through the air with amazing speed. She's very agile for her size, and while she can't turn on a tailtip, she tries her hardest.
Personality of Dragon: Ashtenerath is angry. She's always angry. She doesn't really need a reason she just is. Say "Good morning." and she'll bite your head off. The only people that are really safe from that are Fyrai and Lin. Anyone who gets close to Fyrai is slightly safer than average, but not much. Ashten, as Fyrai sometimes calls her sand, is also highly possessive of her rider. She doesn't like to share her ledge with another dragon either. If Fyrai ever finds a weyrmate, it will be a miracle with her half-crazed demon of a sand. And Ashtenerath is a demon. She doesn't mind hissing and snapping at those who get on her nerves, though she'll never draw peoples blood. She's just... mean. But she does know the boundries of accepted behavior in the weyr a bit better than her rider. She warns Fyrai when she's reaching the danger point, and keeps the volitile rider from crossing the line.
Other: packtail
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