Post by HG on Dec 6, 2011 12:26:48 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC?HG
Recruited by: ME
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
::J'ldaem of Bronze Tseravith [brother, twenty nine [29], Refuge Wingleader]
Father Side
:: Fr’ldaem of Blue Mnesath [grandsire, seventy-two [72], Haven Weyr Searchrider, deceased Turn 1233]
:: Keramiz of Green Olivith [granddame, seventy-seven [77], Haven Weyr Greenrider, deceased Turn 1244]
:: Feraldamiz [uncle, sixty-one [61], Journeyman Smith,
deceased Turn 1252]
:: Allier [aunt-in-law, fifty-three [53], cothold cook]
:: A’ldamiz of Brown Zensonth [male cousin,
thirty-six [36], Haven Weyr Brownrider]
:: F’lier of Green Veurith [male cousin, thirty-two [32],
Haven Weyr Greenrider]
*need to update ages below
Mother Side
:: J’ram of Brown Hieruth [grandsire, seventy-two [72], Haven Weyr Brownrider, deceased Turn 1259]
:: Maeriellie of Green Carienith [granddame, sixty-one [61], Haven Weyr Greenrider, deceased Turn 1260]
:: M’ram of Blue Leruth [uncle, thirty-seven[37], Haven Weyr
Searchrider]
:: G’reilfar of Green Tesifth [weyrmate, thirty-four [34],
Haven Greenrider]
:: Lieram [male twin cousin, nine [9], Haven
Weyrbrat]
:: Leiram [male twin cousin, nine [9], Haven
Weyrbrat][/blockquote]
Appearance:
Kreallie is a delicately framed girl who seems like she would fall over if the wind blew the wrong way. She is not an athletic young girl, preferring to spend time in her own little world, so she has very little muscle. The girl is pretty much skin and bones although she was not always so thin. Her recent growth spurts are making her seem more slim than she is. Despite this she has yet to come into puberty although she does dread the day! She has pale almost iridescent skin which is smooth without teenage blemishes for now.
Her hair is a light red, almost like copper and straight as a line. Its also very thin and easy to manage for the most part. She generally leaves it down when she is relaxing and has it in a pony tail when she is doing chores. Her eyebrows are also thin and a pale red. Although they are shaped a bit flatly above her eyes one would barely notice. Not because they aren't important but because underneath the long pale lashes are her eyes.
Like her brother one of her most stunning features are the blue, half moon shaped eyes that stand out greatly against the paleness of her skin and the red of her hair. Her nose is average sized and probably the most obnoxious of her features. The nostrils seem to jut out just so they look like she is always flaring them. This does however make for a good singing voice so she lets her nose be. She has slightly puffy, pink lips that seem to naturally form in a pout. So she might not be sad but she often looks it.
She wears proper dresses, like all girls should. Tending towards more expensive tastes in fabrics because her brother spoils her. Kreallie always has clothes that fit her well and takes care to look good. She cares a great deal about her outward appearance because people judge you on first impressions. Kreallie would rather people say nice things about her and how she looks.
Personality:
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
The girl is close to entering her teens. While some people change during this time of their life a great deal, its likely Kreallie will not. The most traumatic events of her life are still fresh in her mind and she has withdrawn from the other people of the Weyr. The red haired girl could go days without speaking, in fact some people believe she can not speak. Because she seems to be unresponsive to people she often comes across as aloof. Perhaps she is a bit. Sometimes the things people say leave her wondering if there really are people as dim as that.
In her mind she is perfect. After all that is what she has been told by her family her entire life. The arrogance which her brother possesses is something she too has. It would not be a stretch to say she was and is spoiled rotten. If for some reason she does not have what she wants, she will find a way to get it. Not to say that she would be brave enough to go and get but she could easily manipulate someone else to do it for her. The right words, a well placed smile and she could have the world.
The young girl often seems to be in deep thought when she is ignoring the world around her. Kreallie spends time thinking about things so much so that she has a hard time making decisions. There are pros and cons to everything and she would hate to choose wrong. As if one could choose wrong. There is a part of her that is extremely self conscious. She worries over minute details which are of next to no importance in the grande scheme of things. She has trouble accepting and learning from constructive criticism. In fact any sort of criticism irritates her.
Not that Kreallie is known to have a temper. She rarely gets passionate enough about anything to be angry. There are a few things she does care about enough to defend such as her brother and her being from Haven. Her brother's rivalry with Wingleader D'seus has caused her to dislike the brats in the pack as they are associated with his son. She unfortunately is not treated well by many of the other brats at Refuge. Most of the people she is comfortable around are adults so it is rare to see her around other people her age. The few people who know how to push her buttons will find beneath the calm and sweet seeming demeanor lays a tumultuous rage like nothing ever seen before.
Her emotions are deep seated and although she hides them well in public she is known to be completely different when in the privacy of her own room. Her insecurities come into the foreground and she often finds herself crying into her pillow.
Hobbies/Skills: She likes to sing. Otherwise she has a fairly normal Weyr education, neither above the others or below but rather average.
Pets:None
History:
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
Kreallie was a fortunate child. Fortunate to be born to a doting mother and father. Fortunate that she did not need to be fostered. Fortunate that she only had one other sibling who was much older than herself so all of her needs were met as soon as they came upon her. Her loving family was almost smotheringly so. She was the daughter her mother had always wanted. Although there was some speculation as to where the red hair came from at first. Her mother's mother was a red head before she went gray and it seemed to skip generations. Here and there a red head would pop up. The expectations that came with being red haired seemed to make her the complete opposite. She was not the fiery little maid they were expecting.
The little girl grew up as loving and sweet as she was treated. Feeling more comfortable in small groups of people it was not often that Kreallie made friends. She was quiet and aloof towards other children her age and spent a good deal of her time clinging to her mother's skirts. When she did have to finally go to classes and spend time in the Creche when her mother was working she made a couple of friends but they were all rather bossy types. She was the one to smooth over altercations and soothe bad moods. Kreallie was often on her own anyway.
Her favorite time of day became Harper Lessons. She loved old ballads and history. She even found herself wanting to sing the songs herself. So once in a while she would sneak off by herself and sing. Being a girl she knew her limitations. Her father had made sure that she understood what a woman's job was in the Weyr and she did not forget things her father took the time to speak to her about. When her parents were around she kept her clothes spotless, each strand of hair was in its perfect place. Nothing to make them think she was not perfect.
Her brother spent time with her when he could spare the time. Like her father, her brother was destined for great things. Sometimes she wondered if she had been born a boy would they have expected great things of her? There were only two options laid out for her from her parents point of view. She was going to either impress a Gold or become a good little wife and have children. Neither option really pleased her but then it seemed that women were there to please others more than themselves.
Ten. That is how old she was when she lost her parents. Her brother had taken her with him for the first time to Refuge. He was showing her around, now that she was old enough to ride with him long distances. When he went back to Haven without her, knowing that something had gone terribly wrong it was the longest day of her life. He came back and told her what she somehow knew had happened. Her parents were dead. Kreallie was always a reserved girl but after the death of both of her parents she withdrew even further. They were going to be permanent residents of Refuge and while they tried to convince her brother to have her fostered, neither sibling would hear a word of it.
So Kreallie lives in her brother's weyr with his dragon Tseravith. She tries not to be a burden to him and never gets into trouble. Lately she has been thinking about approaching the Master Harper about apprenticing before Candidacy and then if she is so lucky throughout her Candidacy. She does not want to admit it out loud but she needs a creative outlet to pour her hidden emotions into and her fondness for singing would surely help.
Her brother recently became Weyrleader. A fact she is going to use to her advantage as much as possible. Her brother would let her have anything and nothing she ever did would be bad enough for him not to protect her. Therefore she feels she is now untouchable by the mean brats of the lower caverns. Now they would scatter in her wake because she had power and they no longer did.
Color Preference Any female dragon
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Recruited by: ME
Email: katgod5@yahoo.com
Character Info:
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
Name: Kreallie
Age: 14 (update 7/7/12, Turn 1262)
Gender: female
Rank: Candidate
.:: Family ::.
[/b] [mother, forty-four [44], Haven Weyr cook, deceased Turn 1259]I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"
Name: Kreallie
Age: 14 (update 7/7/12, Turn 1262)
Gender: female
Rank: Candidate
.:: Family ::.
:: Kr’ldaem of Bronze Druakonth [father, seventy-five[75], Haven Weyr Bronzerider, deceased Turn 1259]
:: Jerallie
::J'ldaem of Bronze Tseravith [brother, twenty nine [29], Refuge Wingleader]Father Side
:: Fr’ldaem of Blue Mnesath [grandsire, seventy-two [72], Haven Weyr Searchrider, deceased Turn 1233]
:: Keramiz of Green Olivith [granddame, seventy-seven [77], Haven Weyr Greenrider, deceased Turn 1244]
:: Feraldamiz [uncle, sixty-one [61], Journeyman Smith,deceased Turn 1252]:: Allier [aunt-in-law, fifty-three [53], cothold cook]:: A’ldamiz of Brown Zensonth [male cousin, thirty-six [36], Haven Weyr Brownrider]:: F’lier of Green Veurith [male cousin, thirty-two [32], Haven Weyr Greenrider]*need to update ages below
Mother Side
:: J’ram of Brown Hieruth [grandsire, seventy-two [72], Haven Weyr Brownrider, deceased Turn 1259]
:: Maeriellie of Green Carienith [granddame, sixty-one [61], Haven Weyr Greenrider, deceased Turn 1260]
:: M’ram of Blue Leruth [uncle, thirty-seven[37], Haven WeyrSearchrider]:: G’reilfar of Green Tesifth [weyrmate, thirty-four [34],Haven Greenrider]:: Lieram [male twin cousin, nine [9], HavenWeyrbrat]:: Leiram [male twin cousin, nine [9], HavenWeyrbrat][/blockquote]Appearance:
Kreallie is a delicately framed girl who seems like she would fall over if the wind blew the wrong way. She is not an athletic young girl, preferring to spend time in her own little world, so she has very little muscle. The girl is pretty much skin and bones although she was not always so thin. Her recent growth spurts are making her seem more slim than she is. Despite this she has yet to come into puberty although she does dread the day! She has pale almost iridescent skin which is smooth without teenage blemishes for now.
Her hair is a light red, almost like copper and straight as a line. Its also very thin and easy to manage for the most part. She generally leaves it down when she is relaxing and has it in a pony tail when she is doing chores. Her eyebrows are also thin and a pale red. Although they are shaped a bit flatly above her eyes one would barely notice. Not because they aren't important but because underneath the long pale lashes are her eyes.
Like her brother one of her most stunning features are the blue, half moon shaped eyes that stand out greatly against the paleness of her skin and the red of her hair. Her nose is average sized and probably the most obnoxious of her features. The nostrils seem to jut out just so they look like she is always flaring them. This does however make for a good singing voice so she lets her nose be. She has slightly puffy, pink lips that seem to naturally form in a pout. So she might not be sad but she often looks it.
She wears proper dresses, like all girls should. Tending towards more expensive tastes in fabrics because her brother spoils her. Kreallie always has clothes that fit her well and takes care to look good. She cares a great deal about her outward appearance because people judge you on first impressions. Kreallie would rather people say nice things about her and how she looks.
Personality:
I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain
The girl is close to entering her teens. While some people change during this time of their life a great deal, its likely Kreallie will not. The most traumatic events of her life are still fresh in her mind and she has withdrawn from the other people of the Weyr. The red haired girl could go days without speaking, in fact some people believe she can not speak. Because she seems to be unresponsive to people she often comes across as aloof. Perhaps she is a bit. Sometimes the things people say leave her wondering if there really are people as dim as that.
In her mind she is perfect. After all that is what she has been told by her family her entire life. The arrogance which her brother possesses is something she too has. It would not be a stretch to say she was and is spoiled rotten. If for some reason she does not have what she wants, she will find a way to get it. Not to say that she would be brave enough to go and get but she could easily manipulate someone else to do it for her. The right words, a well placed smile and she could have the world.
The young girl often seems to be in deep thought when she is ignoring the world around her. Kreallie spends time thinking about things so much so that she has a hard time making decisions. There are pros and cons to everything and she would hate to choose wrong. As if one could choose wrong. There is a part of her that is extremely self conscious. She worries over minute details which are of next to no importance in the grande scheme of things. She has trouble accepting and learning from constructive criticism. In fact any sort of criticism irritates her.
Not that Kreallie is known to have a temper. She rarely gets passionate enough about anything to be angry. There are a few things she does care about enough to defend such as her brother and her being from Haven. Her brother's rivalry with Wingleader D'seus has caused her to dislike the brats in the pack as they are associated with his son. She unfortunately is not treated well by many of the other brats at Refuge. Most of the people she is comfortable around are adults so it is rare to see her around other people her age. The few people who know how to push her buttons will find beneath the calm and sweet seeming demeanor lays a tumultuous rage like nothing ever seen before.
Her emotions are deep seated and although she hides them well in public she is known to be completely different when in the privacy of her own room. Her insecurities come into the foreground and she often finds herself crying into her pillow.
Hobbies/Skills: She likes to sing. Otherwise she has a fairly normal Weyr education, neither above the others or below but rather average.
Pets:None
History:
I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
Kreallie was a fortunate child. Fortunate to be born to a doting mother and father. Fortunate that she did not need to be fostered. Fortunate that she only had one other sibling who was much older than herself so all of her needs were met as soon as they came upon her. Her loving family was almost smotheringly so. She was the daughter her mother had always wanted. Although there was some speculation as to where the red hair came from at first. Her mother's mother was a red head before she went gray and it seemed to skip generations. Here and there a red head would pop up. The expectations that came with being red haired seemed to make her the complete opposite. She was not the fiery little maid they were expecting.
The little girl grew up as loving and sweet as she was treated. Feeling more comfortable in small groups of people it was not often that Kreallie made friends. She was quiet and aloof towards other children her age and spent a good deal of her time clinging to her mother's skirts. When she did have to finally go to classes and spend time in the Creche when her mother was working she made a couple of friends but they were all rather bossy types. She was the one to smooth over altercations and soothe bad moods. Kreallie was often on her own anyway.
Her favorite time of day became Harper Lessons. She loved old ballads and history. She even found herself wanting to sing the songs herself. So once in a while she would sneak off by herself and sing. Being a girl she knew her limitations. Her father had made sure that she understood what a woman's job was in the Weyr and she did not forget things her father took the time to speak to her about. When her parents were around she kept her clothes spotless, each strand of hair was in its perfect place. Nothing to make them think she was not perfect.
Her brother spent time with her when he could spare the time. Like her father, her brother was destined for great things. Sometimes she wondered if she had been born a boy would they have expected great things of her? There were only two options laid out for her from her parents point of view. She was going to either impress a Gold or become a good little wife and have children. Neither option really pleased her but then it seemed that women were there to please others more than themselves.
Ten. That is how old she was when she lost her parents. Her brother had taken her with him for the first time to Refuge. He was showing her around, now that she was old enough to ride with him long distances. When he went back to Haven without her, knowing that something had gone terribly wrong it was the longest day of her life. He came back and told her what she somehow knew had happened. Her parents were dead. Kreallie was always a reserved girl but after the death of both of her parents she withdrew even further. They were going to be permanent residents of Refuge and while they tried to convince her brother to have her fostered, neither sibling would hear a word of it.
So Kreallie lives in her brother's weyr with his dragon Tseravith. She tries not to be a burden to him and never gets into trouble. Lately she has been thinking about approaching the Master Harper about apprenticing before Candidacy and then if she is so lucky throughout her Candidacy. She does not want to admit it out loud but she needs a creative outlet to pour her hidden emotions into and her fondness for singing would surely help.
Her brother recently became Weyrleader. A fact she is going to use to her advantage as much as possible. Her brother would let her have anything and nothing she ever did would be bad enough for him not to protect her. Therefore she feels she is now untouchable by the mean brats of the lower caverns. Now they would scatter in her wake because she had power and they no longer did.
Color Preference Any female dragon
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