Gal's Character Army #2

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Roslynn
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Name: Roslynn
Rank: Apprentice Healer, Candidate-hopeful
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Very Heterosexual
Wing: N/A

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Appearance: You will first notice that Roslynn has very golden blonde hair that reaches to her shoulder blades in fairly straight, albeit slightly wavy locks. It angles about her face and her bangs hang low and frame her face. She hardly ties it back, preferring to allow it to hang freely. Next you would be drawn to her deep, stark indigo blue eyes that stare back steadily, studying you. They are vibrant, shining, and ringed in black. All her emotions are displayed in those liquid orbs of hers. Roslynn’s features are softly angular; slight curves to her cheek bones, shoulders, hips, and elsewhere. Her lips are full without being plump, eyebrows high, thin, and full of expression. Her nose slopes gently down to the tip, turning upwards ever so slightly. Her posture is straight and erect, proper, making her appear taller than the 5’2” she truly is. She is lightly built, her body lean with muscle and use, her fingers are long and dexterous, and her feet small and sturdy. Her body shape is hardly hourglass with her hips small and her bosom lacking as she physically matures. In entirety, Roslynn looks very pretty, but looks cold if she isn’t smiling.

Personality: Roslynn is not the warmest person when you first meet her. She is almost too professional, cold and seemingly apathetic. She is wary to trust anyone with her secrets and her emotions, especially when she first meets someone. A young woman who doesn’t speak without assurance and has a strong speaking voice full of conviction, she is very smart. She is a faithful friend whom can always be depended upon in a pinch and will answer any question asked of her. Roslynn has high regard for her elders, some for her peers, and herself as well. As a friend she is warm, talkative, and good at keeping secrets. As a sister she is strong, a good leader, and caring. As a healer she is certain, steady, and empathetic to her patients’ pain. As simply herself she is independent, intelligent, and aware of her surroundings. She likes puzzles, riddles, and can play a good card game. Roslynn is a bit of a strategist, especially when she is playing dragon chess, her very favorite game which she hardly looses. Her greatest gift and curse is likely her blunt honesty. She has too much pride in herself and what she does to lie and does not advocate it unless in the most extreme of cases. Her determination is as strong as steel, but applies it only to those things which she believes deserves the effort. She may not be the most feminine, but she is far from anything less than a woman.

History: Roslynn was both blessed and cursed to be born to a pair of healers. She was always well-cared for, but never given much attention. She was the first-born child to a Masterhealer and his Journeywoman assistant wife. She was insured a good education and a sure in to a trade that was booming. This also happened to lead to her early independence as she cared for her younger sisters, looking after them and getting them to their lessons.

At ten years old, she came face-to-face with true maturity when she was carrying a basket of freshly cleaned clothe bandages and the drums echoed throughout the hall, heralding the in-coming of wounded dragons and their riders. Roslynn was instructed to set her small, child hands to holding wounds closed to stop hemorrhaging, applying poultices, wrapping arms and legs, and holding bloody hands of dying men while their dragons creeled hallow eerie calls outside, echoing agony. In that single day she learned of the true brutality of the war of the weyrs and how true the tails of Northern cruelty was. She knew then that she wanted to do something about it, play a larger role than being a healer and seeing that her sisters were looked after. Roslynn made a childish declaration to herself which she took most seriously: She would become a dragonrider.

Her dedication was strong, but not admired because everyone knew that only men could ride dragons. It meant that the only way she could achieve her goal would be to be searched as a gold candidate and impress her upon hatching. Still, Roslynn did her very best, taking great pride in her accomplishments of being the elder sister, studying healing to her parents’ pleasure, and seeing to the wounded dragonriders holding to the hope that they would see the potential in her someday. She kept her ears open, keen to catch news of clutches and in particular the presence of a gold egg. News did come when she was fifteen years old that Southern had successfully stolen a gold egg among a few others using their great cunning. Stolen or not, this was her chance and Roslynn was not about to let this chance pass her by. She was not searched then, but this would not hold her back, in a few years that gold would rise and then, maybe then, she would find her way to the weyr and make her stand.

-Parents:Roland,61,MasterHealer and Joslynn,49,AssistantHealer
-Siblings: Sisters Lanlynn,16, and Danlynn,15
-Firelizards: None

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Status: Approved -- Sai
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Name: Daevon
Rank: Apprentice Herder, Candidate
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Wing: N/A

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Appearance: Daevon is a tall 6’ 8” in standing with wide shoulders and lanky, but muscular build. He hands straight and tall most of the time, but don’t be surprised to see him slouching leaning against a tree or fence rail with his hands in his pockets. He is a tanned bronze in complexion and has sandy brown-blonde hair that as a slight wave to it but for the most part is straight. It is long enough for him to tie it back in a short ponytail at the top of his neck. His eyes are a bright emerald green, sparkling vividly with life. Already his face, particularly along his jawline and chin, are showing the growth of facial hair. He has a rather roguish look with his plain button-up wool shirt and leather vest over top leather pants and calf-high boots. He is thoroughly a herder and is able to well ride a runner or control a canine with his trade. Daevon usually has a staff with him, a knife attached at his belt, and flint because a man never knows what might happen. His hands are worn, scarred, and thoroughly hardened from calluses over many turns of work and harsh weather.

Personality: He is a very laid back character. There isn’t much that phases him, at least not when it comes down to herding and farming. He has grown so accustomed to ovine births in early spring with cool mornings and wild feline attacks to the herd that needed fending off. Even the war of the Weyrs and the dragons and the falling threat of thread is everyday life to him. Daevon makes friends easily because of his ease, he is not very talkative, but easily approachable. He likes to laugh and smile, but his very own sense of humor is terrible. His jokes are terrible, lame, and over-used, but because he does not often go to many crowded events or places, no one he knows would tell him so. Daevon is a tad bit sensitive, but he never holds anything against anyone. Like many in his family, he likes to live according to life’s virtues. Live and let live; defend your friends, family, and herd; be honest and truthful; be loyal and true; do not betray; trust and be trusted. Such things he so very much believes in and wishes to uphold in what he thinks is his simple life. It is a simple life that he leads, and Daevon likes it. Complicated things are easy enough to accept but hard enough to understand. As such, he becomes withdrawn if trouble arises and will sit quietly brooding over it until he becomes comfortable with his new situation.

History: He was born the second son, second child of three children to the Journeyman Herder Vontrael and his dear wife Daelia. Like most children born into a life of farming and herding, he was preceded by another, his elder brother Dontrel, and it was not long until he was followed after in birth by his sister Odelia when he was only one turn in age. Characteristic of other families both before them and about them, he was helping with the domestic work at five turns of age and by ten turns of age was performing small tasks for his father about the herd home. Their herd was a part of the larger herding community and their herding community was part of the even larger farming community made up of many farmers, they were closely tied to a nearby beastcraft hall and together made a nice agrarian society. As such Daevon has always been helping in manual labor from watching the lambs to harvesting fruits and tubers. Indeed, he did learn his letters and numbers and can do so very well, but his hands were always better at carving figures or guiding ovines. It was a birthright of sorts for him.

After he had taken all the lessons he needed, he did what anyone else from his background would do. He took up the mantle to follow his ancestors, father, and elder brother into the herdcraft. As a form of congratulations of his success and the show of pride in his choosing the family craft he was given a firelizard egg from which hatched a brown flitter. Daevon called him Tonk and progressed towards becoming a herder. By the time he was fifteen turns he had begun his studies, guided by his brother, already an apprentice, his father being a journeyman, and the local Master Herder. He took to the craft naturally, like a fish to swimming in water. Daevon could easily spend hours walking with the flocks, watching them in the late candlemarks of the day, or mend fences with the older, more experienced herders. This Daevon did, living his quiet life in contentedness even with the fall of thread from above and the far away echoes of dragons at war.

Daevon never thought much on dragonriders. He had seen all but one dragon before in his life and the man had left as quickly as he had come, to take a neighbor’s son to Southern Weyr. Search. That was what it was called. Few people either supported or rejected it outright, the remainder had hardly seen a rider to think on it much. Neither had Daevon, so when the day came that he had been searched, he didn’t say no. Neither did his mother or father protest his search. He was silent, confused about the matter, but packed his few belongings and held tight to his staff all the way from the far away cot hold to the big and bustling Southern Weyr. His first experience was jarring, but he was as always quiet, cool, and calm, remembering to breathe. Others thought him dumb, but he merely smiled at them. They would come to know him later, as would he knowing if his being searched was truly worth the trouble.

-Parents: Vontrael,52,Journeyman Herder and Daelia,45,wife
-Siblings: Dontrel,22,Journeyman Herder and Odaelia, 18
-Firelizards: Brown firelizard Tonk

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Name: Evyth
Color: Blue
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Personality: ((By Sai to be rewritten: Evyth is a bright, tealy blue, and, were he small, that might be something of a problem for him, but he is most decidedly large, especially for a blue, and it seems unlikely that there will ever be any confusion as to his color. His hide darkens as it travels further from his snout, until, by the end of his tail, it is very nearly black, like the shades of a lake darkening as one swims deeper into the water. Strong, elegant, and handsome, Evyth is indeed a lovely sight to see.))

History: ((By Sai to be rewritten: Quiet, somber, and sensible, Evyth is a sweet dragon, kind-hearted and empathetic. He is loyal to a fault, faithful, devoted, and understanding. Unfortunately, he is also highly forgetful and often distracted, if his attention is not kept on track. He doesn't mind so much, however. What else are Mines for? As long as he can be kept concentrating, he is easily as dependable as any brown.))

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