Post by headwoman on Oct 22, 2008 21:28:19 GMT -5
Name: Dorynel (Dory)
Age: 27 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Family:
[/li][li] Mother- Rynelia, Derilen’s Wife, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Father- Derilen, Holder, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Brothers- Nelian, 28, Captain of the Guard, New Island Hold; Dernel, 19, Junior Apprentice Smith, Bitra Hold; Erilien, 13, Junior Apprentice Healer, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Sisters- Ryalin, 3(would’ve been 31), hold brat, New Island Hold, deceased; Rilain, 22, Holder‘s Daughter, New Island Hold; Ralin, 16, Candidate, Glory Island Weyr
[/li][li]Children- Daughter- Dobrin, 4, Fostered/weyr brat, New Island Hold; Rynvor, 2, Fostered/weyr brat, New Island Hold
Physical Appearance: Dorynel stands at 5'10" even. She has short copper hair and dark blue eyes. She keeps her hair cut to the bottom of her earlobes. She has muscle from her dragonriding duties. She is a bit on the slender side from moving around a lot and having a fast metabolism. She has an olive complexion that makes her tan really nicely. Though her skin is already nicely tanned, with a soft coppery glow to her skin. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Dorynel doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions.
She has a small box at the very bottom of her travel trunk. It’s a nice dark rosewood color with her name engraved on the top. She keeps all of her jewelry in it. She always wears a simple silver necklace that has her and her dragon’s names engraved on it. She had received it as a gift from her family when she impressed. It also has a ring to match. She saves the rest of her jewelry to wear for special occasions. She has a leather hide belt she wears all the time. It was a gift from her brother before she left when she had been Searched.
When she is riding or attending other duties she wears a simple dark copper tunic with black or reddish brown trousers. She likes to wear dark colors and will sometimes be seen in lighter colors during the summer months, when it’s really warm. She has a leather jerkin vest that was dyed to a light yellow coloring that she wears every now and then. The coloring is very close to her life mate’s golden color. The inside of the jerkin vest is done up in wherry feathers to keep the body warm during the winter. It’s her favorite vest.
Personality: Dorynel is a kind woman and is very considerate of others. She keeps her temper in check though and will lose it if she gets _really_ agitated. She loves children and adores her daughter and son. She loves her lifemate and is very affectionate towards the Gold. She has fallen in love with B‘vor. She doesn't allow personal emotions or preferences to interfere with her decisions. She likes to spend quality time her lifemate and with her daughters and son if she can spare the time. Her decisions are fair and leave no room for arguments. She had never held any ambition to be Weyrwoman, though she isn't without the ability or necessary skills to run the Weyr effectively. She can whip a group of drudges into a cleaning frenzy when needed and is very attentive to the needs of quests and visitors.
Dorynel likes to help out with anything. And she means anything. Though she will not let anyone try to tell her what to do for their own ends. She takes pride in being a kind person and tries to be careful who she helps. You know ‘burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice, shame on me, burn me thrice, shame on us“ is her favorite saying. And she’ll use it often if she feels she has to just to make a point. She hates tunnelsnakes and bugs, especially spiders. She will shriek like a mad wherry if she sees one and will be seen running for the nearest table and jumping up on it to escape the creature. She doesn’t know why, but she hates them something terrible. She will often complain to someone to get the thing killed for her.
Dorynel always was afraid of becoming the Weyrwoman. She felt that she was not the right fit, mentally and physically, to carry that title. She could not work in the Archives because her hand script wasn’t the neatest. She does her best to help out, yes, but she is afraid that she will fail in keeping the Weyr running smoothly. She can’t imagine why Sirunath had chosen her but wouldn’t change the fact that she is a gold rider, even if she was given the chance to do so. She will undoubtedly step up into the role. Dorynel doesn’t like it when someone whines. She HATES it! She doesn’t tolerate it and will tell the person whining to grow a back bone and deal with it.
She is like a Weyrling Master, giving decisive orders to the drudges and commanding obedience when necessary of an errant worker. She doesn’t take too kindly to pranks, either. She will come up with the most hated chore for a person to do if anyone pulls a prank and she finds out. Dorynel has a deep respect for her mentor and valued the older gold rider’s opinions and advise. She often ran to her to confide in and seek help when she had a problem. She agrees with some people that say that the colors of Marketa Island Weyr are… strange to say the least. She does not xondone spying, but she knows that an eye must be kept on them. No telling what could happen in the future. She can’t be certain of if they may try and take over other Weyrs, or if they simply wish to live peacefully and help protect Pern.
History: Dorynel's mother is an Igen cousin of the Nerat bloodline. As such, she was accustomed to a certain luxury of life. Derilen was a member of the Hold quard, a particularly handsome young man and Rynelia fell in love with him and they were hand fasted a few months later. Despite the fact that Derilen could not provide the elegance that Rynelia was accustomed to, they were happy. Their first child was a girl named Ryalin, followed three years later by Dorynel. The couple was supremely happy as Derilen received a promotion in the quard, taking command of ten men and Rynelia found she was pregnant with her third child. They celebrated with a picnic beside a tranquil stream and Ryalin played by the water while 14 month old Dorynel toddled about her parents. While Derilen was feeding Dorynel, Rynelia was keeping a sharp eye on Ryalin. She turned her attention to her husband and Dorynel just for a moment, but it was enough and Ryalin fell in the stream and drowned.
Rynelia was distraught at the death of her eldest child and refused to eat for a sevenday. It took the aggressive attention of a healer to preserve her life and that of her unborn child. Derilen took on the care of Dorynel and had taken her with him on patrols in a backpack. When Rynelia was recovered, she took back the care of the little girl, cosseting her and keeping her so close that no harm would ever come to her. As young as she was when Ryalin died, Dorynel had no memory of her sister and since the girl was never mentioned, she believed herself to be the eldest of five. As Dorynel grew, she became the depended helper of her mother in tending the younger children. As a child, she never understood her mother's paranoid restrictions and often chaffed under the tight hold. Her only respite was in the Harper classes that all youngsters attended.
When Dorynel was twelve turns old, a third girl was born to Rynelia, the spitting image of Ryalin. The girl was given the name of Rilain and Rynelia felt her to be a second chance and focused all her attention on her. Dorynel felt acute relief as her mother's constant eyes were turned elsewhere. Derilen felt relief as well and began taking his five eldest children with him to the main hold where they could play with other children. When not on patrols, Derilen would let Dorynel and Nelian, the eldest boy, accompany him as he moved about the hold on his various duties.
Dorynel's favorite part of the hold was the Tailor's and when she could, she spent time there, watching the beautiful colors of cloth worked into dresses, tunics and other garments. She spent so much time there that she became something of an unofficial apprentice, holding pins and fetching extra thread and needles. She liked to study the designs for the dresses and fantasize about wearing such garments one day. When she was 13, death struck the family again. This time it was her father who died. Derilen was wounded in a skirmish with some renegades that had been reported as harassing and attacking wagons in the area. He was brought back to the hold and treated by healers, but the wound became infected and despite all efforts, died a sevenday later.
Rynelia was still completely wrapped up in Rilain and almost unaware of the rest of the family. News of Derilen's death brought little reaction other than a faint lassitude when she was not tending to Rilain's every desire. Dorynel was almost exclusively the caretaker of the household, making dinner for her younger brothers and herself while Rynelia tended only to Rilain and herself. Over the next few turns, Dorynel tended to her brothers and herself. She arranged for Nelian to join the guard, as he had always wanted to do, and she got Dernel apprenticed to the hold smith. She herself did washing and mending for neighbors to keep the family solvent.
She was Searched by Glory Island riders shortly after her 19th birthing day. She was reluctant to leave, as Ralin and Erilien still needed looking after. Fortunately, Nelian promised to keep an eye on his younger siblings so Dorynel could go to the Weyr. Her mother was consulted, but Rynelia's only concern was Rilain, who was nearing the age at which Ryalin had died. Dorynel went to Glory Island Weyr and stood for a hatching of the senior queen. She was conflicted, half excited at the idea of impressing the gold dragonet and half guilty for abandoning her siblings. The hatching took nearly a full hour and 3/4 of the way through it still seemed that she would not impress. Finally, the golden egg broke shell and the little queen stared imperiously at the female candidates around her.
At first Sirunath started towards one girl but stopped halfway to her and thingyed her head. Doing almost a full 180, she turned and headed straight to Dorynel. The moment Sirunath announced that she was Dorynel's and Dorynel was hers, Dorynel felt completely free for the first time in her life. She impressed to the gold at the age of 19 turns. After the initial euphoria, Dorynel remembered her family and made an effort to keep updated on their well-being as much as she could, even as she and Sirunath tackled the daunting training for a weyrling queen. Dorynel, who'd skimped on her harper classes to look after her younger siblings, found the lessons to prepare her to possibly be a Weyrwoman one day difficult as her reading and writing skills were rusty. The classes with Sirunath were much more enjoyable and they passed without mishap, even when they flew with a flame thrower the first time.
As weyrlings, they were prohibited from engaging in intimate encounters until their dragonets were mature, but at the same time, they were encouraged to have an intimate experience prior to their dragon's first flight. Dorynel found hers with a bronze rider seven turns her senior named A'brin. When Sirunath rose for the first time, A'brin's Kilijoth was the bronze that flew her. They remained weyrmates for three turns as Kilijoth consistantly won Sirunath's flights. During the second turn of their union, she bore a daughter, Dobrin, who was placed with a Nanny. Dorynel was 23 when she had Dobrin. Not long after that, A'brin became a Wingleader and his duties took up more and more of his time. When Sirunath rose next, she was caught not by Kilijoth.
A different bronze by the name of Voxth, was very proud of himself for catching her. His rider, B‘vor, was just as proud. Dorynel became B’vor’s weyrmate. She found out two seven days after the flight that she was pregnant again. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy she named Rynvor. She placed her son with a Nanny as she had done with her first child, as was expected of dragonriders.
If DragonRider
Name: Sirunath
Color: Gold
Age: 8 Turns
Appearance: Sirunath is exactly in the middle of the size scale for a gold, being 48.5 feet in length and very lithe. Her wingspan is slightly large for her being at 82 feet in length. Her wing size does not hinder her in any way but seems to add to her speed and stamina. She has a nice dark molten gold coloring that lightens in minute waves to an almost mellow gold on her stomach. Her neck is a graceful arch and the same coloring as her stomach, except for her head knobs. Her legs are long for her lithe frame, but aren’t a hindrance. Her tail is long and was thought that it might cause her to be awkward in the air, but she isn’t.
Personality: Sirunath is a good compliment to her rider. Where her rider has a flashing temper, Sirunath is the calm and soothing one when her rider gets angry. Sirunath is a fierce and protective mother when she has a clutch. She will not let anyone on the sands to see her eggs, unless her rider is present. She loves fire lizards and will tolerate them greatly, except for when her clutch is about to hatch. She is bossy, but rather politely so, even without the courtesy of please and thank you. If a green is out of formation, her message is a gentle, 'you need to be a wingspan left,' which allows no opposition but also offers no insult. She knows she’s a gold and deserves respect, but she’s not one to command respect she knows she must earn it. And she constantly tells her life mate the same thing. She adores her rider and is the one to calm hers down. She is quite fond of her rider’s son and daughter.
Age: 27 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Family:
[/li][li] Mother- Rynelia, Derilen’s Wife, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Father- Derilen, Holder, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Brothers- Nelian, 28, Captain of the Guard, New Island Hold; Dernel, 19, Junior Apprentice Smith, Bitra Hold; Erilien, 13, Junior Apprentice Healer, New Island Hold
[/li][li] Sisters- Ryalin, 3(would’ve been 31), hold brat, New Island Hold, deceased; Rilain, 22, Holder‘s Daughter, New Island Hold; Ralin, 16, Candidate, Glory Island Weyr
[/li][li]Children- Daughter- Dobrin, 4, Fostered/weyr brat, New Island Hold; Rynvor, 2, Fostered/weyr brat, New Island Hold
Physical Appearance: Dorynel stands at 5'10" even. She has short copper hair and dark blue eyes. She keeps her hair cut to the bottom of her earlobes. She has muscle from her dragonriding duties. She is a bit on the slender side from moving around a lot and having a fast metabolism. She has an olive complexion that makes her tan really nicely. Though her skin is already nicely tanned, with a soft coppery glow to her skin. She is mostly seen in a tunic and pants. Dorynel doesn't usually dress up unless it is for a Gather or Hatching or some other occasion. She has a nice red dress that she keeps at the bottom of her travel trunk and wears that dress for those special occasions.
She has a small box at the very bottom of her travel trunk. It’s a nice dark rosewood color with her name engraved on the top. She keeps all of her jewelry in it. She always wears a simple silver necklace that has her and her dragon’s names engraved on it. She had received it as a gift from her family when she impressed. It also has a ring to match. She saves the rest of her jewelry to wear for special occasions. She has a leather hide belt she wears all the time. It was a gift from her brother before she left when she had been Searched.
When she is riding or attending other duties she wears a simple dark copper tunic with black or reddish brown trousers. She likes to wear dark colors and will sometimes be seen in lighter colors during the summer months, when it’s really warm. She has a leather jerkin vest that was dyed to a light yellow coloring that she wears every now and then. The coloring is very close to her life mate’s golden color. The inside of the jerkin vest is done up in wherry feathers to keep the body warm during the winter. It’s her favorite vest.
Personality: Dorynel is a kind woman and is very considerate of others. She keeps her temper in check though and will lose it if she gets _really_ agitated. She loves children and adores her daughter and son. She loves her lifemate and is very affectionate towards the Gold. She has fallen in love with B‘vor. She doesn't allow personal emotions or preferences to interfere with her decisions. She likes to spend quality time her lifemate and with her daughters and son if she can spare the time. Her decisions are fair and leave no room for arguments. She had never held any ambition to be Weyrwoman, though she isn't without the ability or necessary skills to run the Weyr effectively. She can whip a group of drudges into a cleaning frenzy when needed and is very attentive to the needs of quests and visitors.
Dorynel likes to help out with anything. And she means anything. Though she will not let anyone try to tell her what to do for their own ends. She takes pride in being a kind person and tries to be careful who she helps. You know ‘burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice, shame on me, burn me thrice, shame on us“ is her favorite saying. And she’ll use it often if she feels she has to just to make a point. She hates tunnelsnakes and bugs, especially spiders. She will shriek like a mad wherry if she sees one and will be seen running for the nearest table and jumping up on it to escape the creature. She doesn’t know why, but she hates them something terrible. She will often complain to someone to get the thing killed for her.
Dorynel always was afraid of becoming the Weyrwoman. She felt that she was not the right fit, mentally and physically, to carry that title. She could not work in the Archives because her hand script wasn’t the neatest. She does her best to help out, yes, but she is afraid that she will fail in keeping the Weyr running smoothly. She can’t imagine why Sirunath had chosen her but wouldn’t change the fact that she is a gold rider, even if she was given the chance to do so. She will undoubtedly step up into the role. Dorynel doesn’t like it when someone whines. She HATES it! She doesn’t tolerate it and will tell the person whining to grow a back bone and deal with it.
She is like a Weyrling Master, giving decisive orders to the drudges and commanding obedience when necessary of an errant worker. She doesn’t take too kindly to pranks, either. She will come up with the most hated chore for a person to do if anyone pulls a prank and she finds out. Dorynel has a deep respect for her mentor and valued the older gold rider’s opinions and advise. She often ran to her to confide in and seek help when she had a problem. She agrees with some people that say that the colors of Marketa Island Weyr are… strange to say the least. She does not xondone spying, but she knows that an eye must be kept on them. No telling what could happen in the future. She can’t be certain of if they may try and take over other Weyrs, or if they simply wish to live peacefully and help protect Pern.
History: Dorynel's mother is an Igen cousin of the Nerat bloodline. As such, she was accustomed to a certain luxury of life. Derilen was a member of the Hold quard, a particularly handsome young man and Rynelia fell in love with him and they were hand fasted a few months later. Despite the fact that Derilen could not provide the elegance that Rynelia was accustomed to, they were happy. Their first child was a girl named Ryalin, followed three years later by Dorynel. The couple was supremely happy as Derilen received a promotion in the quard, taking command of ten men and Rynelia found she was pregnant with her third child. They celebrated with a picnic beside a tranquil stream and Ryalin played by the water while 14 month old Dorynel toddled about her parents. While Derilen was feeding Dorynel, Rynelia was keeping a sharp eye on Ryalin. She turned her attention to her husband and Dorynel just for a moment, but it was enough and Ryalin fell in the stream and drowned.
Rynelia was distraught at the death of her eldest child and refused to eat for a sevenday. It took the aggressive attention of a healer to preserve her life and that of her unborn child. Derilen took on the care of Dorynel and had taken her with him on patrols in a backpack. When Rynelia was recovered, she took back the care of the little girl, cosseting her and keeping her so close that no harm would ever come to her. As young as she was when Ryalin died, Dorynel had no memory of her sister and since the girl was never mentioned, she believed herself to be the eldest of five. As Dorynel grew, she became the depended helper of her mother in tending the younger children. As a child, she never understood her mother's paranoid restrictions and often chaffed under the tight hold. Her only respite was in the Harper classes that all youngsters attended.
When Dorynel was twelve turns old, a third girl was born to Rynelia, the spitting image of Ryalin. The girl was given the name of Rilain and Rynelia felt her to be a second chance and focused all her attention on her. Dorynel felt acute relief as her mother's constant eyes were turned elsewhere. Derilen felt relief as well and began taking his five eldest children with him to the main hold where they could play with other children. When not on patrols, Derilen would let Dorynel and Nelian, the eldest boy, accompany him as he moved about the hold on his various duties.
Dorynel's favorite part of the hold was the Tailor's and when she could, she spent time there, watching the beautiful colors of cloth worked into dresses, tunics and other garments. She spent so much time there that she became something of an unofficial apprentice, holding pins and fetching extra thread and needles. She liked to study the designs for the dresses and fantasize about wearing such garments one day. When she was 13, death struck the family again. This time it was her father who died. Derilen was wounded in a skirmish with some renegades that had been reported as harassing and attacking wagons in the area. He was brought back to the hold and treated by healers, but the wound became infected and despite all efforts, died a sevenday later.
Rynelia was still completely wrapped up in Rilain and almost unaware of the rest of the family. News of Derilen's death brought little reaction other than a faint lassitude when she was not tending to Rilain's every desire. Dorynel was almost exclusively the caretaker of the household, making dinner for her younger brothers and herself while Rynelia tended only to Rilain and herself. Over the next few turns, Dorynel tended to her brothers and herself. She arranged for Nelian to join the guard, as he had always wanted to do, and she got Dernel apprenticed to the hold smith. She herself did washing and mending for neighbors to keep the family solvent.
She was Searched by Glory Island riders shortly after her 19th birthing day. She was reluctant to leave, as Ralin and Erilien still needed looking after. Fortunately, Nelian promised to keep an eye on his younger siblings so Dorynel could go to the Weyr. Her mother was consulted, but Rynelia's only concern was Rilain, who was nearing the age at which Ryalin had died. Dorynel went to Glory Island Weyr and stood for a hatching of the senior queen. She was conflicted, half excited at the idea of impressing the gold dragonet and half guilty for abandoning her siblings. The hatching took nearly a full hour and 3/4 of the way through it still seemed that she would not impress. Finally, the golden egg broke shell and the little queen stared imperiously at the female candidates around her.
At first Sirunath started towards one girl but stopped halfway to her and thingyed her head. Doing almost a full 180, she turned and headed straight to Dorynel. The moment Sirunath announced that she was Dorynel's and Dorynel was hers, Dorynel felt completely free for the first time in her life. She impressed to the gold at the age of 19 turns. After the initial euphoria, Dorynel remembered her family and made an effort to keep updated on their well-being as much as she could, even as she and Sirunath tackled the daunting training for a weyrling queen. Dorynel, who'd skimped on her harper classes to look after her younger siblings, found the lessons to prepare her to possibly be a Weyrwoman one day difficult as her reading and writing skills were rusty. The classes with Sirunath were much more enjoyable and they passed without mishap, even when they flew with a flame thrower the first time.
As weyrlings, they were prohibited from engaging in intimate encounters until their dragonets were mature, but at the same time, they were encouraged to have an intimate experience prior to their dragon's first flight. Dorynel found hers with a bronze rider seven turns her senior named A'brin. When Sirunath rose for the first time, A'brin's Kilijoth was the bronze that flew her. They remained weyrmates for three turns as Kilijoth consistantly won Sirunath's flights. During the second turn of their union, she bore a daughter, Dobrin, who was placed with a Nanny. Dorynel was 23 when she had Dobrin. Not long after that, A'brin became a Wingleader and his duties took up more and more of his time. When Sirunath rose next, she was caught not by Kilijoth.
A different bronze by the name of Voxth, was very proud of himself for catching her. His rider, B‘vor, was just as proud. Dorynel became B’vor’s weyrmate. She found out two seven days after the flight that she was pregnant again. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy she named Rynvor. She placed her son with a Nanny as she had done with her first child, as was expected of dragonriders.
If DragonRider
Name: Sirunath
Color: Gold
Age: 8 Turns
Appearance: Sirunath is exactly in the middle of the size scale for a gold, being 48.5 feet in length and very lithe. Her wingspan is slightly large for her being at 82 feet in length. Her wing size does not hinder her in any way but seems to add to her speed and stamina. She has a nice dark molten gold coloring that lightens in minute waves to an almost mellow gold on her stomach. Her neck is a graceful arch and the same coloring as her stomach, except for her head knobs. Her legs are long for her lithe frame, but aren’t a hindrance. Her tail is long and was thought that it might cause her to be awkward in the air, but she isn’t.
Personality: Sirunath is a good compliment to her rider. Where her rider has a flashing temper, Sirunath is the calm and soothing one when her rider gets angry. Sirunath is a fierce and protective mother when she has a clutch. She will not let anyone on the sands to see her eggs, unless her rider is present. She loves fire lizards and will tolerate them greatly, except for when her clutch is about to hatch. She is bossy, but rather politely so, even without the courtesy of please and thank you. If a green is out of formation, her message is a gentle, 'you need to be a wingspan left,' which allows no opposition but also offers no insult. She knows she’s a gold and deserves respect, but she’s not one to command respect she knows she must earn it. And she constantly tells her life mate the same thing. She adores her rider and is the one to calm hers down. She is quite fond of her rider’s son and daughter.