Headwoman's Puppets

[headwoman]

Accepted
Arosia, Senior Apprentice Healer

Pending
K'zen of Bronze Lexath

Deceased

[headwoman]

Status: Accepted
Secret Word: Edit

Name: Arosia
Rank: Candidate
Age: 18 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Continent: Southern

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Appearance:
Brown hair, hazel eyes, and standing at 5'5". Her hair reaches to the middle of her back and is curly, with tight curls framing her heart-shaped face. She generally keeps her hair up off her neck in a runner's tail or braid. Her clear blue eyes are always taking things in and hardly miss anything that happens around her, whether she has been there many times or not. She has filled out somewhat. She has curves in all the right places, and her chest area is…. moderate. Not eye catching but enough to make a man still look. She has a nice simple chin that moves up to high cheekbones. She has thin wide lips and thin eyebrows. She wears dark colors that go well with her olive complexion. She doesn’t dress up that much except for special occasions. She has a simple dark green dress that she keeps in her clothes press until she wears it. She prefers to wear tunics and trousers. She has a simple ring of silver that she wears constantly that is the only thing she has of her father. He’d bought it for her on her eleventh birthing day.

Personality:
Arosia is a strange young woman. She is quiet and keeps to herself most of the time. She is not one to start fights, but she will finish if necessary. She is not very tolerant towards children. She thinks they are noisy and smelly. She has a fiery spirit underneath her self control. She is a little bit of a neat freak when dealing with her sleeping quarters and doesn‘t care if anyone says she‘s weird about it or not. She is polite and courteous when dealing with people of rank. She hopes to impress a Gold Dragon, but she keeps that to herself. Believing that if she tells anyone, it won‘t happen. Though on the other hand, she doesn‘t really care if a dragon other than Gold finds her worthy of impression. Though she keeps that to herself as well. She feels a bit awkward sometimes when a man of any rank speaks to her. Arosia has a habit of doing more than her share of chores. She doesn't mind the work and actually uses it as an excuse to be alone. She likes to work alone, unless when the situation calls for more than one person. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and will often listen to a conversation for a bit before saying anything. When she is in a bad mood she glares at people, whether they are the person she is mad at or not. She doesn't lash out at people when she‘s mad, though she does curse a bit when she does. When she does lose her temper, she‘ll lash out by throwing something. And she‘s always missed. When it comes to her sexuality, she is open about it and doesn’t care if anyone says anything about it, to her face or behind her back.

History:
Arosia was born as the fifth child of nine siblings to Arossa, a cook, and S'via of brown Krinath of Southern Weyr and was fostered. She grew up with her other siblings, Sorrel, Audra, A'vian of blue Drith, and Ardran the oldest, with Arosia, Vurdan, Cardan, and Curran the youngest, fostered to the lower caverns. Of her siblings, Ardran, Vurdan, Cardan, and Curran are half siblings. Arosia had always got along well with her family, except for her sister Ardran. For some reason, Arosia and Ardran never got along with each other for the longest time. Arosia never knew why Ardran hated her. It came to light one day why. Ardran was envious of Arosia's close relationship with her father, S'via. She didn't have that relationship with him. Arosia found out and worked it out with her and since then.... S'via, Arosia, and Ardran keep in constant contact about what is happening in their lives.

Arosia's mother, Arossa, became pregnant again and gave birth to a baby boy, Danur. Though Arossa didn't survive. Arossa died after childbirth and the infant died a few days later. Danur had a collapsed lung and a heart that had not fully developed to sustain him. Shortly after their deaths, Arossa and Danur's bodies were taken between by a friend. S'via was in no frame of mind to do it himself. Arosia had been only eight turns old. Their father soon was lost in his cups on rest days and during the night when he could drink late. He seemed to have forgotten his children for a while before Arosia came along and forced him to stop at her tender age of nine turns. She used the oldest excuse possible. She was pregnant! Arosia and S'via laughed. He realized at that moment that he wasn’t completely alone, he had his children and started to cut back on his drinking. Arosia was very proud of him.

A few turns passed with little else happening in her life except for when S'via's brown life mate, Krinath caught another green. S'via decided to give love another try and became mated to a drudge, Kibea, gave S'via another child, Sivea, a girl. Being the siblings looking after her younger siblings, Arosia took to looking after Sivea while they were fostered. When Arosia turned twelve, she decided to apprentice to the Healing craft to help with healing the Riders and anyone that was injured for any reason, she was very happy about helping. Her father gave her a firelizard egg on her 17th turn. It hatched a little dark green baby firelizard she named her Sivia for her father, S‘via.


-Parents: S’via of brown Krinath; Arossa, Cook, deceased
-Siblings: Sorrel, Audra, A'vian and blue Drith, Ardran, Vurdan, Cardan, and Curran.

-Firelizards: Sivia
-Color: Green
-Appearance:
Sivia is a very even shade of dark green. There is no place on her hide that is any different shade than the rest of her. She is a dainty little green and her wings are a few centimeters small for her size and are narrow. Which will make her a perfectly good flier, but not as agile as green firelizards go. Her tail is proportionate for her size, though her legs are a bit short and make her a bit clumsy.

-Personality:
Sweet as sweetening and every bit a Cooks nightmare in the Kitchens. She is a thief and loves to ‘borrow’ things that don’t belong to her. Which may also cause her ‘pet’ to have to return those ‘borrowed’ things. She adores her pet, often rubbing her dainty head against their cheek in said adoration or crooning in delight when she spots her pet. She loves to fly and gets sad when she can’t go out during storms. Though she will sneak out on occasion during storms. She loves the rain and enjoys her baths.


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[headwoman]

Status: Pending
Secret Word: Common Sense

Name: K’zen (Kalezen)
Rank: Weyrling Master
Age: 36 Turns
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Continent: Southern

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Appearance:
One word best describes K’zen, frightening. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall, wide shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs. He has long black hair that he ties back in a tail. He has thin eyebrows above very dark brown eyes. What is frightening about him, is the scarring. He has third degree burn scarring on the right side of his face. It reaches just below his right eye and spreads towards his right ear and two inches below his hairline, also going to the bridge of his nose and down towards his mouth but stops there and goes to half an inch towards the right corner of his mouth. It goes down his neck to his back and his chest, stopping at just above his waist. The scarring isn’t visible but for a supple leather mask he uses to hide the scarring, and he constantly wears tunics, even when he’s bathing his life mate, Lexath. He wears a simple silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It has a intricate design on it, and it is one more thing that he doesn’t take off at all. For his tall frame, he is lean and muscled well, there isn’t an ounce of fat on him. He weighs 185 pounds.

Personality:
Adaptable, cocky, fearless, honest, merciful. K’zen is a silent man. He keeps to himself when he’s not teaching a group of Weyrlings. He keeps his own council when he wants to, though if asked by the Weyrleader or Wingleader, he’ll offer his advice. But only if asked. Sometimes he’ll offer advice to others if they ask, if not, he won’t say a word. Secretly, he is not fond of T’ran, and doesn’t care for the Bronzerider at all. He feels that T’ran is way too hide-bound. He would rather see anyone but T’ran become Weyrleader when the Queen from the clutch rises. He is polite and considerate and all suave charm when he’s around the Weyrleader, or anyone that T’ran trusts. But when it comes to the women, K’zen is lost and unsure of himself sometimes. Especially when it’s a woman he cares about. He is adaptable to any changes that come his way, ever since he got his scars.

He thrives on change and is eager for something to change, whether in his favor or not. He is cocky in his mannerism when dealing with someone that tries to outrank him. He is a fearless Rider, making the rash and daring decisions that he knows others would not make. He doesn’t think his actions are heroics, but just what needs to be done if no one else does them. He strives to be an honest man, except for where T’ran is concerned, depending on the situation. If one of his Weyrlings does something and the Weyrleader finds out and demands punishment, K’zen will step in and decide the appropriate form of punishment. He doesn’t appreciate the Weyrleader coming into his domain as Weyrling Master and try to intervene. He shows the Weyrlings mercy if they injure themselves, but if it’s something he warned them not to do, he will give them a stern lecture and he’ll make sure the Weyrling and Dragonet are ok before assigning punishment, if the situation warrants it.

History:



-Parents: Kaess, mother, deceased; Larzent, father, deceased
-Siblings: Brother- Kalen, deceased; Sister- Klarzen, deceased; Sister- Klaerez, deceased; Daughter- Kaless, 16, Southern Hold

-Firelizards: Jade
-Color: Green
-Appearance:
Jade is an even shade of light jade green all over her body. She has a nice dark splotch on each of her wings on the top side, and a ringlet of darker jade on her long whip-like tail. She is small compared to her siblings in the clutch but larger than her sister, Emerald. Jade grew to be 10inges.

-Personality:
Jade is a bundle of boundless energy. She will only stay still for three things: food, bathing, and oiling. Forget anything else you want her to stand still for. She loves to fly and gets sad when she can’t go out during storms. Though she will sneak out on occasion during storms. She loves the rain and enjoys her baths. She doesn’t like being told to do something if she has her mind set on doing something else, namely flying.


V.I.D.



Name: Lexath
Color: Bronze
Age: 19 Turns

Appearance:
Lexath is a large bronze, but not the largest. Despite his size he is rather streamlined for good flight. His tail is rather long by an extra 3feet. His wings are long and narrow, adding speed and stamina to his flying abilities, reaching his full growth at 39 feet with a wingspan of 65 feet. Even though he looks like an agile bronze, he isn’t as agile as a green or blue. With his streamlined appearance, he has a very good muscle definition. His muscles aren’t bulging or the lack of. His muscles are in perfect proportion to his size and his body length. When he flexes his muscles for flight or other activity, his muscles will bulge but not seeming to do so to make it look unnaturally so.

His hide is a beautiful and almost even shade of a dark brassy bronze coloring. The brass that has yet to be polished. If he is seen from afar, he just looks like a large dark bronze dragon. But if you are up close to look at his hide, you will see that there are small spots on his hide the shape of a fire lizard’s egg. These spots are only two shades lighter than his dark hide. His wings, though, are not covered with the spots. Rather the wings have pale bronze streaks on them, counted every six human hands apart. His legs are nice and lean to go with his frame except for his hind legs. They are a bit more muscled than his front, but again not overly so to hinder him.

Personality:
Lexath is of the frame of mind of ‘if it doesn’t work, try something different’. He will try anything, or nearly anything, once. And if it doesn’t work, he’ll badger his rider to try something else that might work. And he’ll even have a few suggestions too! He is very attentive to his rider’s feelings and is very quick to come to his rider’s aide, should the lad need it. He likes to play little jokes on his rider. He especially likes to hide things from him, like hiding tunics, or hiding riding straps, or anything within the reach of his feet or jaw.

As he grows his joke playing will recede, but not be totally gone. He will often hide things from his rider, just to keep him on his toes. This brown will be quite a charmer of the greens, and a gold or two if one strikes his fancy. He is a smooth talker and a huge flirt. He will often chase the greens more than golds, unless he feels he actually has a chance with a gold. He will sometimes soothingly remind his rider about this or that. He likes to push his rider to do better at a lot of things but to the point of being overly so. He knows his rider’s limits.

Should Lexath actually win the honor of siring a clutch of eggs, he’ll almost never let his rider forget it. He will boast about it to every dragon within ‘hearing’ range. It’s not like a brown catches a gold every time one rises, right? Despite being boastful about it, Lexath will be just as protective about clutches that he sired.

Lexath’s mind voice is a bit gruff. Like a person trying to talk and growl at the same time. But when he is caring and soothing to his rider, his voice is soft and there is no hint of the gruffness. Though when he speaks to other dragons, the gruffness is back. His tone is evenly monotone except for when he is speaking to his rider. He has a low volume when he speaks but the volume will rise when he gets upset or even excited.

History:
(in progress)

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