Post by Femisis on Jan 21, 2009 20:53:40 GMT -6
Status:Accepted
Name: Crescentia
Age: Seventeen
Rank: Weyrling
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Birthplace: Telgar Hold
Appearance: At first glance, Crescentia could remind you of a tiger. She seems to have a perpetual scowl on her face, even when she’s in a good mood, which is most of the time. Her face is long and angular but lacks in any sort of pronounced features. Her eyes are long and narrow giving her a viper look. Her hair is a soft, light blond that has a tendency to crimp, reaching her waist, which she braids on most occasions, though she will leave it down for special events.
At 5’6” she isn’t incredibly tall, but a bit taller than average. Her skin is very, VERY pale, owing to the cold climate of Telgar and a routine lack of sunlight. She has a straight figure with narrow hips, but is well endowed in the bust. She finds this annoying quite often, but there’s little she can do about it. Her legs are extremely long in proportion to the rest of her body which is where she gets most of her height from.
Personality: Crescentia is a complete wreck. She can be found, more often than not, stressed beyond all reason and running around like a chicken with her head cut off to get whatever she put off done. Chores, washing, whatever, if it doesn’t need to be done right away, it doesn’t get done right away. When the deadline comes around, though, she has to scramble to get it done, but it gets done and done well, too. She works much better under pressure than not as more things get done that way. Despite this, she is a take charge sort of person even if the taking charge is a bit last second.
Though she may not always be, Crescentia acts like she’s in charge. She’ll boss people about regardless of whether they’ll listen to her or not. Most of the time she’s all bark and no bite, but when she needs to be heard, she’ll do whatever it takes to get every eye and ear on her. If you want her respect, you’ll have to work hard for it. She doesn’t respect everyone, but neither does she disrespect those she doesn’t, either. You don’t bother her and she won’t bother you, as the saying goes. Piss her off, though, and you’ll be hard pressed to hide from her wrath. She has a way of discretely getting revenge, but who would suspect such a pretty girl of leaving wherry dung on someone’s cot?
Though she is well educated, she’s far from eloquent. Blunt as a baseball bat, she says whatever is on her mind even if it’s unkind. She’s not afraid of people and won’t hesitate to give them what they deserve. It’s earned her a slap across the face more than once or twice, but it has yet to curb her tongue. She doesn’t have any trouble pointing out the things that annoy her about people, but had difficulty finding things she generally likes about others.
Crescentia is a very practical girl, not at all the type to chase castles in the air. When she wants something, she works for it instead of sitting around and sighing, waiting for it to fall into her lap or, even better, waiting for someone to buy it for her. Anything she wants, clothes, jewelry, whatever, she’s going to get it herself. She won’t let anyone hand anything to her unless it’s for her birthday or a special occasion, unless someone is blatantly trying to suck up. THEN it’s alright. She’s ambitious, too, which helps when she wants to achieve her goals. She’s confident, too, which aids her in her quests, but also leads to big disappointments if something doesn’t go her way. Though these letdowns upset her deeply, she’ll simply cry a river, build a bridge and get over it rather quickly.
Though she may seem like an uncultured hillbilly bumpkin, she can act with a degree of sophistication that seems quite unlike her. This hardly ever shows unless she’s surrounded by the incompetent and her opinion is wanted (Or needed.). She’s only done this once, which was during a meeting with a few other Lord Holders. Her father had been away so it had been herself and Reral at the meeting. She knew he could handle himself, but felt that she needed to comment when someone discretly suggested that do something about his promiscuous mother. Crescentia’s reply had stunned them into silence(and earned her a swift slap across the face, not that she would tell anyone.) and encouraged her to never do such a thing again, even if it had been liberating and fun.
History: The result of a sordid affair between the Lady of Telgar Hold and a Bronzerider, Crescentia’s fate seemed uncertain from the day she was born. Immediately it became obvious that she was not Ravan's daughter as neither he nor his wife had green eyes, but the girl's eyes were green like a serpent’s. Thus, the affair between Sere and R’una became known in the most undignified manner possible. It had been going on for years, it was discovered, much to Ravan’s horror. He treated his wife like a queen and this was how he was repaid? As sad as it seemed, Sere begged Ravan to take her back. She was wrong, she cried, and didn’t deserve to be forgiven, but if he could only find it in his heart… Ravan wasn’t a cruel man, took his wife back, and adopted her daughter, Crescentia, as his own.
From day one, Crescentia got along smashingly with her brother and atrociously with her sister. She and Reren fought about everything, with Crescentia winning due to her forceful personality. As toddlers they fought for mommy’s attention, as young children they fought over toys and as teenagers the fought over clothes and, more importantly, which one of them would achieve more in her life. Reren would always say she’d marry a Lord Holder and have ten children who would be mastercraftsmen to which Crescentia would reply that she would Impress and fight on dragonback and have the male Riders groveling at her feet. She couldn’t say if she’d ever make it, but if she could Impress a Queen, she could rub it in her sister’s face for all of eternity. Ah, life was good…
When she wasn’t fighting with her sister, Crescentia would spend much of her free time with Reral. They would mud wrestle and do all the things silly little boys would do, but as he got older, Reral would spend more and more time with Ravan learning how to run the Hold. Sometimes she would go just to see Ravan’s reaction, but he didn’t seem to mind her presence. Thus, she got a good feel for how to run a Hold, not that she ever would, but if she DID end up married to some idiot Lord Holder he wouldn’t screw everything up.
Word reached her that her father, R'una, had met his untimely end during a small skirmish near the coast with a few riders from the South. The news didn't phase her much even at such a young age. He never came to see her, so why should she be sad that he was gone now? That had been on her tenth birthday, though nothing really changed because of it.
At twelve, she expressed an interest in becoming a Harper to which Ravan heartily agreed. Her voice was lovely and she loved to perform, so there really wasn’t any reason for her to not apprentice at the Harper hall. However, as usual, Reren cried and whined to daddy that it wasn’t fair that she had to stay at the Hold while Crescentia got to go become an apprentice Harper, why couldn’t she go too and so on. Ravan was hardly a weak man, but the whining of his first daughter was getting quite annoying, thus delaying Crescentia’s departure from the Harper hall. By the time anyone could get Reren to be quiet, all the apprenticeships were filled up. Crescentia was hardly heartbroken by this, but, all the same, she took it out on Reren and punched the girl on the nose. No one had any sympathy for the girl and even Sere found it difficult to pity her daughter though she played the part of the doting mother well. Crescentia, meanwhile, refused to brood as she knew her true revenge would come, not now, but eventually…
Eventually came a few years later at a Gather at the Northern Weyr. The decorations and entertainment were splendid, but what really impressed Cresce was the Weyr itself. It seemed just as lofty and glorious as people said it was, so maybe this was where she belonged. She did come from Bronzerider stock after all, even if it wasn't good stock. Over the course of the Gather, she managed to make friendly with a few riders, a bit of backup when she asked permission to stay. It worked, as Ravan granted his daughter permission to remain at the Weyr despite all of Reran's cries and complaints. Crescentia moved in that day and has been at the Weyr ever since. Though she has yet to Impress, she's far from given up. It was all a matter of time.
Parents: Mother, Lady Sere of Telgar Hold, 37, Living
Father, R'una of Bronze Savath, 42, dead
Adoptive Father, Lord Ravan of Telgar Hold, 41, living
Siblings:Half Brother Reral 23, Living
Half Sister Reren 19, Living
Name: Basteth, FFBE7F
Color: Gold
Appearance: Basteth came out of her shell, short, stubby, very undersized and what could be considered puny. As she grows she’ll get longer and lose her stubby look but she’ll always be undersized compared to Astoth. About the size of a medium-large bronze, Basteth will be fast in the air and possessed of unusual flying grace. Her color is a light rosie gold that is very striking even though it’s nearly pink. Still no one ever made fun of a girl for wearing pink.
Personality: Basteth is a very passive and easy going gold. She’s like a great lumpy rock, nothing can move, nothing bothers her and nothing will ever get to her. She’s a bit of a procrastinator towards anything that doesn’t involve her stomach or hide. If given the chance she’d rather just lay around and play dead than do some sort of work.
Name: Crescentia
Age: Seventeen
Rank: Weyrling
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Birthplace: Telgar Hold
Appearance: At first glance, Crescentia could remind you of a tiger. She seems to have a perpetual scowl on her face, even when she’s in a good mood, which is most of the time. Her face is long and angular but lacks in any sort of pronounced features. Her eyes are long and narrow giving her a viper look. Her hair is a soft, light blond that has a tendency to crimp, reaching her waist, which she braids on most occasions, though she will leave it down for special events.
At 5’6” she isn’t incredibly tall, but a bit taller than average. Her skin is very, VERY pale, owing to the cold climate of Telgar and a routine lack of sunlight. She has a straight figure with narrow hips, but is well endowed in the bust. She finds this annoying quite often, but there’s little she can do about it. Her legs are extremely long in proportion to the rest of her body which is where she gets most of her height from.
Personality: Crescentia is a complete wreck. She can be found, more often than not, stressed beyond all reason and running around like a chicken with her head cut off to get whatever she put off done. Chores, washing, whatever, if it doesn’t need to be done right away, it doesn’t get done right away. When the deadline comes around, though, she has to scramble to get it done, but it gets done and done well, too. She works much better under pressure than not as more things get done that way. Despite this, she is a take charge sort of person even if the taking charge is a bit last second.
Though she may not always be, Crescentia acts like she’s in charge. She’ll boss people about regardless of whether they’ll listen to her or not. Most of the time she’s all bark and no bite, but when she needs to be heard, she’ll do whatever it takes to get every eye and ear on her. If you want her respect, you’ll have to work hard for it. She doesn’t respect everyone, but neither does she disrespect those she doesn’t, either. You don’t bother her and she won’t bother you, as the saying goes. Piss her off, though, and you’ll be hard pressed to hide from her wrath. She has a way of discretely getting revenge, but who would suspect such a pretty girl of leaving wherry dung on someone’s cot?
Though she is well educated, she’s far from eloquent. Blunt as a baseball bat, she says whatever is on her mind even if it’s unkind. She’s not afraid of people and won’t hesitate to give them what they deserve. It’s earned her a slap across the face more than once or twice, but it has yet to curb her tongue. She doesn’t have any trouble pointing out the things that annoy her about people, but had difficulty finding things she generally likes about others.
Crescentia is a very practical girl, not at all the type to chase castles in the air. When she wants something, she works for it instead of sitting around and sighing, waiting for it to fall into her lap or, even better, waiting for someone to buy it for her. Anything she wants, clothes, jewelry, whatever, she’s going to get it herself. She won’t let anyone hand anything to her unless it’s for her birthday or a special occasion, unless someone is blatantly trying to suck up. THEN it’s alright. She’s ambitious, too, which helps when she wants to achieve her goals. She’s confident, too, which aids her in her quests, but also leads to big disappointments if something doesn’t go her way. Though these letdowns upset her deeply, she’ll simply cry a river, build a bridge and get over it rather quickly.
Though she may seem like an uncultured hillbilly bumpkin, she can act with a degree of sophistication that seems quite unlike her. This hardly ever shows unless she’s surrounded by the incompetent and her opinion is wanted (Or needed.). She’s only done this once, which was during a meeting with a few other Lord Holders. Her father had been away so it had been herself and Reral at the meeting. She knew he could handle himself, but felt that she needed to comment when someone discretly suggested that do something about his promiscuous mother. Crescentia’s reply had stunned them into silence(and earned her a swift slap across the face, not that she would tell anyone.) and encouraged her to never do such a thing again, even if it had been liberating and fun.
History: The result of a sordid affair between the Lady of Telgar Hold and a Bronzerider, Crescentia’s fate seemed uncertain from the day she was born. Immediately it became obvious that she was not Ravan's daughter as neither he nor his wife had green eyes, but the girl's eyes were green like a serpent’s. Thus, the affair between Sere and R’una became known in the most undignified manner possible. It had been going on for years, it was discovered, much to Ravan’s horror. He treated his wife like a queen and this was how he was repaid? As sad as it seemed, Sere begged Ravan to take her back. She was wrong, she cried, and didn’t deserve to be forgiven, but if he could only find it in his heart… Ravan wasn’t a cruel man, took his wife back, and adopted her daughter, Crescentia, as his own.
From day one, Crescentia got along smashingly with her brother and atrociously with her sister. She and Reren fought about everything, with Crescentia winning due to her forceful personality. As toddlers they fought for mommy’s attention, as young children they fought over toys and as teenagers the fought over clothes and, more importantly, which one of them would achieve more in her life. Reren would always say she’d marry a Lord Holder and have ten children who would be mastercraftsmen to which Crescentia would reply that she would Impress and fight on dragonback and have the male Riders groveling at her feet. She couldn’t say if she’d ever make it, but if she could Impress a Queen, she could rub it in her sister’s face for all of eternity. Ah, life was good…
When she wasn’t fighting with her sister, Crescentia would spend much of her free time with Reral. They would mud wrestle and do all the things silly little boys would do, but as he got older, Reral would spend more and more time with Ravan learning how to run the Hold. Sometimes she would go just to see Ravan’s reaction, but he didn’t seem to mind her presence. Thus, she got a good feel for how to run a Hold, not that she ever would, but if she DID end up married to some idiot Lord Holder he wouldn’t screw everything up.
Word reached her that her father, R'una, had met his untimely end during a small skirmish near the coast with a few riders from the South. The news didn't phase her much even at such a young age. He never came to see her, so why should she be sad that he was gone now? That had been on her tenth birthday, though nothing really changed because of it.
At twelve, she expressed an interest in becoming a Harper to which Ravan heartily agreed. Her voice was lovely and she loved to perform, so there really wasn’t any reason for her to not apprentice at the Harper hall. However, as usual, Reren cried and whined to daddy that it wasn’t fair that she had to stay at the Hold while Crescentia got to go become an apprentice Harper, why couldn’t she go too and so on. Ravan was hardly a weak man, but the whining of his first daughter was getting quite annoying, thus delaying Crescentia’s departure from the Harper hall. By the time anyone could get Reren to be quiet, all the apprenticeships were filled up. Crescentia was hardly heartbroken by this, but, all the same, she took it out on Reren and punched the girl on the nose. No one had any sympathy for the girl and even Sere found it difficult to pity her daughter though she played the part of the doting mother well. Crescentia, meanwhile, refused to brood as she knew her true revenge would come, not now, but eventually…
Eventually came a few years later at a Gather at the Northern Weyr. The decorations and entertainment were splendid, but what really impressed Cresce was the Weyr itself. It seemed just as lofty and glorious as people said it was, so maybe this was where she belonged. She did come from Bronzerider stock after all, even if it wasn't good stock. Over the course of the Gather, she managed to make friendly with a few riders, a bit of backup when she asked permission to stay. It worked, as Ravan granted his daughter permission to remain at the Weyr despite all of Reran's cries and complaints. Crescentia moved in that day and has been at the Weyr ever since. Though she has yet to Impress, she's far from given up. It was all a matter of time.
Parents: Mother, Lady Sere of Telgar Hold, 37, Living
Father, R'una of Bronze Savath, 42, dead
Adoptive Father, Lord Ravan of Telgar Hold, 41, living
Siblings:Half Brother Reral 23, Living
Half Sister Reren 19, Living
Name: Basteth, FFBE7F
Color: Gold
Appearance: Basteth came out of her shell, short, stubby, very undersized and what could be considered puny. As she grows she’ll get longer and lose her stubby look but she’ll always be undersized compared to Astoth. About the size of a medium-large bronze, Basteth will be fast in the air and possessed of unusual flying grace. Her color is a light rosie gold that is very striking even though it’s nearly pink. Still no one ever made fun of a girl for wearing pink.
Personality: Basteth is a very passive and easy going gold. She’s like a great lumpy rock, nothing can move, nothing bothers her and nothing will ever get to her. She’s a bit of a procrastinator towards anything that doesn’t involve her stomach or hide. If given the chance she’d rather just lay around and play dead than do some sort of work.