Post by Lady Smara on Oct 21, 2011 10:43:27 GMT -5
Character Info:
Name:
Sakorai
Age:
32
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Former Junior Goldrider of Telgar Weyr
Family:
All of Sakorai’s family, age and history existed over 100 turns ago and thus none are currently alive today. Ages will be left at what they were when Sakorai Jumped between.
Father - Lord Holder Warril of Crom Hold – 60 Turns
Mother – Lady Holder Savinori of Crom Hold – 58 Turns
Brother – Thosay – 41 Turns
Brother – Tondorm – 39 Turns
Sister – Estorma – 37 Turns
Brother – Pagha – 36 Turns
Brother – Rihat – 35 Turns
Brother – Jiunt – 33 Turns
Sister – Zecha – 30 Turns
Brother – Serwar – 29 Turns
Brother – Rotheti – 26 Turns
For sake of space, Sakorai has many nieces and nephews not included in this list.
Appearance:
While Sakorai is certainly not the tallest woman in the Weyr, she is certainly no half-pint either. Standing a proud 5’9”, she may lack the child bearing hips of a mother, but she can boast every other curve that drives the men wild. In fact, she is proud of the fact that she holds no stretch marks on her stomach from bearing a child and has no intention of bearing one any time soon, much preferring to being able to flaunt her flat stomach.
While she has the curves necessary to be considered a woman, Sakorai holds little more fat than that requires. Weighing in at a healthy 120 pounds, she actually looks more like 102 pounds. The extra 18 pounds comes in the form of hidden muscle and this blonde can throw a punch, though wrestling is her strongest forte. There are few men who can keep a grip on her without finding themselves soon pinned down by a painful twist of an arm or wrist.
A natural blonde, the color of her hair actually shifts from dirty blonde to almost platinum depending on how much time she has recently spent out in the sun. Unlike many woman, Sakorai keeps her hair cut short rather than fighting with braids to keep it out of her face while flying or working. Short hair is easier to take care of and much less of a hassle in her opinion, thus far more desirable.
When it comes to clothing, many well bred women look at Sakorai in shame. If she bothers to put a shirt on at all to cover the underslip, it’s often cut off short or is tight enough to show off her shape. All of her pants and riding leathers are tight fitting, many with a tear here or there though she never bothers to mend them, actually enjoying the sight of her own smooth skin. She has several she has cut into very short shorts.
Should she ever be caught dead in any form of skirt, it’s usually only after a very heated debate or a lost wager against a fellow gambler. Even then she makes sure it shows off her body in one way or another and it comes off as soon as she’s got enough quickal in her system to consider the price of the bet paid.
Personality:
Many people claim that Sakorai should have been a redhead rather than a blonde with her fiery temper. One minute she could be your best friend or the world’s biggest flirt, the next she’s got no problem breaking another woman’s nose or helping a man bow his face right into a table. Despite being told repeatedly she’s suppose to be a lady, Sakorai would prefer to fight dirty than walk away from a fight.
That being said, Sakorai doesn’t always swing first and flirt later. In fact it is most often the other way around. While she is completely against ever having children and being a ‘baby maker’ like her mother, Sakorai cannot deny the fact that she LOVES a good romp in the furs. Like many men are called a ‘womanizer’, Sakorai is the female version. She may not carry the stick in her pants, but that does not mean she’ll just lay there and take it – she prefers to control the situation.
Just as she is quick to take a man to her bed, she is just as quick to get rid of them as well. Relationships are a hassle and a pain. Why bog yourself down to one (or three) men anyways when one can have the whole Weyr as their Harem? She’ll take a man to bed nearly every night, but Faranth help you if she finds you still in her bed in the morning. If you don’t walk out with a dislocated shoulder, it’s usually Issarith who is physically tossing you off her ledge. Yes, it’s a strange quirk, but if you were to learn her history it would make sense.
The only exception to Sakorai’s preference to sleeping alone is when Issarith is growing a clutch inside her. At this time, Sakorai finds herself slightly more contained, which rarely happens with the fiery woman. Even so, she may just put up with the same man for some time but as soon as the eggs are laid in the hatching sands she does well to clear her Weyr free of the vermin once more. During this time she may allow them to sleep in her Weyr, but that does not mean she’ll remain in the bed the whole night through with them.
When it comes to the actual running of the Weyr, Sakorai would prefer to be outside getting her hands dirty doing the physical labor than stuck in the records room with the smelly, decaying hides. She’s quick to get a handmaid or gold candidate to do that for her while she’s outside getting rough and rowdy where ever possible.
Hobbies/Skills:
Wrestling. While it had begun as a form of self defense she learned from her many brothers, it soon became a sport in the bedroom as well. Either way, having seven brothers to learn from, Sakorai proved to be rather good at it.
Gambling. She enjoys a good bet and while she can play the card and dice games so popular around the Weyr, her personal preference is more along the lines of whether or not a particular rider could bed another before the night was over. Greenflights have also proven to be profitable to the sex addict in more ways than one.
Pets: None, Issarith and the men of the Weyr are enough!
History:
Born the daughter of a Lord and Lady Holder, Sakorai was the seventh child of ten in a very large family. Even so, as a child Sakorai had everything she could have possibly wanted though to her mother’s dismay it soon became clear she enjoyed playing soldier with her brothers more than dress up with her two sisters. Often scolding the young child for coming home dirty and scraped up from knee to elbows, the Lady Holder looked forward to her young child growing into a young lady.
Unknown to the majority of her family, Sakorai’s childhood is probably one of the reasons she thinks and functions along different thought patterns than most people. Between the ages of 5 and 7 turns, one of Sakorai’s uncles molested the young child on a regular basis. While her oldest brother, Thosay had learned of it and put a quick and efficient stop to it with Thondorm, Sakorai was still changed because of it.
Ask her today and she will tell you she does not remember the most of it or even the details of her uncle, but while she has grown very fond of sex, it is why she so rarely sleeps a night through with a man in her bed. Her uncle had cuddled with her greatly during it and so Sakorai has never developed a taste for it – instead pushing well away would be cuddlers. She likes to keep sex hot, heavy and rough. No mushy stuff!
Perhaps it was what her brothers had done for her that brought her even closer to them and their group of friends, or perhaps it was simply that they felt the need to protect her. Either way, all of her older brothers began to teach her how to wrestle as she entered her early teenage years and she hit a growth spurt. Excelling at it even as her body began to shift and change, showing hints of the woman she would grow to be, Sakorai enjoyed the time she spent with the growing boys of the Hold even with the age difference between them.
The age difference may have been her undoing, however, as Sakorai soon found a couple of her brothers’ older friends taking interest in her. It started out with simply asking to spar with her more and more, tossing light jokes in her direction to fire up her spitfire attitude that they enjoyed so much. At the age of 11, however, Sakorai got her first kiss stolen during a wrestling match. Between the adrenaline of the fight and the euphoria of the surprise, Sakorai was instantly addicted. Over the next two and a half turns kissing slowly lead further and further until she gave herself willingly at a tender age of 13 turns to an 18 turn old friend.
What had become a bit of a challenge and game for Sakorai to satisfy her need for that adrenaline and euphoria had originally been meant to remain secret from the rest of the Hold. When her period was missed at the age of 15 turns, however, she had no choice but to turn to her mother out of fear. She had known it was always a possibility, but she did not honestly expect pregnancy to happen until she was ready for a child.
With a great need to keep her second daughter as a respectable young woman and marry-able for the good of the Hold, Lady Savinori brought in a personal healer who taught both mother and daughter of various herbs that would help induce a miscarriage. While her daughter’s reputation was saved when the miscarriage happened, Lady Savinori soon regretted giving her daughter the knowledge that pregnancy was avoidable. Sakorai simply took the knowledge as a key to be able to continue on with her addiction with even less repercussions.
By the time Sakorai was searched in her 19th turn, her mother had begun and lost eight different negotiations to get her second daughter wedded to increase their political status within the conclave. Even her younger daughter had already been wed and with two children of her own. Ready to simply hand over Sakorai to the first willing bachelor, the prospect of stronger ties with the Weyr, while certainly not her first choice, was at least an excuse to get rid of the unruly teenager.
Needless to say, when Sakorai impressed the young queen she was searched for, neither parent was happy. Crom was one of the strongest holds against the Weyrs and to make a point to the rest of Pern about the fact that the Weyrs were dead they wasted no time in telling the conclave their daughter had erred in her judgment and was no longer a daughter of theirs.
Being formally disowned by her parents did not phase the young woman Sakorai had become. The Weyr was her new playground and to her surprise and excitement, the population was far more open and understanding about sex – and sex in more combinations than Sakorai would have even considered. While Weyrlinghood with Issarith put a serious damper on the young woman’s favorite past time, she soon learned that the wait was well worth it.
Her first flight was an experience she would never forget and soon the Junior Weyrwoman was partaking in more flights than just Issarith’s. After all, when even the other queen’s rose many riders were left in need of company. The lust and passion involved only sent Sakorai into further euphoria. While Issarith to this day still does not understand her rider’s need of so many flights, she is at least willing to help her rider clean their weyr out after each one.
After 12 turns and four healthy clutches, the gold will be rising again soon. Sakorai shares her Gold’s pride after every clutch, even if she doesn’t share her gold’s enthusiasm over being doted upon by the same bronze through the whole pregnancy. Sakorai may never wish to be a mother, but she does try her best to praise Issarith’s own motherhood and children.
Seemingly stuck as a Junior Weyrwoman for all eternity, Sakorai resents it but only slightly. While she would like a chance to prove that even an authority figure can have fun once in a while too, she finds herself enjoying the freedom that comes with being a Junior. Take the trip South, for example. Sakorai was given permission to accompany the two bronze dragons and three brown who were chosen to go to the Southern Continent to find suitable locations for new Weyrs.
While there was no immediate rush to move South, the tension growing in the North left the Weyrs feeling the need for an escape plan. The best idea thus far was to restart fresh in the thick jungles where at least food for the dragons was plentiful. There would be room enough for several cotholds to be born by those willing to follow the dragonriders – in secret of course.
Dragon Info
Name: Issarith
Color: Gold
Age: 13 Turns
Description:
A petite gold, Issarith is a soft gold in color and very easy on the eyes. While many gold’s from their time reached between 38 and 39 meters, Issarith stretches only to 36.5 meters from nose to tail tip. Despite being smaller than the rest of the Northern Golds, Issarith is well proportioned with a broad wingspan and a proper tail length. This only proves to allow her a little more maneuverability than the larger Golds, though not much.
Some have wondered if Issarith’s own soft, pale color and small size has been due to poor attention and behavior of her rider. Issarith continues to argue against such accusations, though it does little good to quell rumors. Some even go so far as to blame Issarith’s lower stamina on her rider as well. In the end, however, the soft gold can lay an average sized clutch though it often contains a dud or two.
Personality:
To match her soft golden color, Issarith also has a soft temperament. Nearly an exact opposite of her rider, the Gold has leaps and bounds of patience and very rarely gets angry. The only time her temper truly shows is when someone puts Sakorai or any of her eggs in harm’s way. In fact, when it comes to her eggs, Issarith is unusually more protective than most golds as she is prone to duds within the clutch.
When it comes to other dragons of any color, Issarith is polite and surprisingly accommodating for a gold. She appreciates attention, though she is just as happy to chat with the greens. She tries her best to not let her heart be stolen by any one male, knowing her riders preference for variety but the truth is that she does tend to develop favorites among the Weyr. Even so, she tries her best to treat all dragons equally despite being a gold herself. She’ll only assert her color and rank on others when told to or when she feels it is for the greater good.
History:
Per Issarith’s View and Opinions
I found mine upon the sands and knew she was right for me. She is strong in will and spirit.
Weyrling Training was difficult for mine, her addictions could not be fed. But together we made it through and together we always fly. It is better this way.
Sakorai loves me and I love Sakorai. Together our clutches are strong. She is understanding when I am saddened when an egg does not hatch.
I wish Sakorai would learn to trust. I think her addiction could be satisfied if she could trust one rider to do so.
I apologize for bringing Sakorai here. She is unsure about this time. I could take her back, but we are needed here. In time she might understand.
Clutch: Gold Braylith x Bronze Yzinith
Hatching Order: 4th to Hatch
Text Color: #FFE87C
Mind Voice: A softer version of Sakorai’s own voice.
