Post by redwerecat on Feb 28, 2010 7:17:19 GMT -5
Name: Trinity
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Indifferent/ Uninterested. Mainly Heterosexual.
Appearance: Skinny, almost unhealthily so, with pale skin unmarred by freckles or any uneven tone. However, it's almost unhealthily pale, as if she'd been sick for a very long time, and the insides of her arms are marred by a very specific pattern of scars. (Anyone with any background or experience with an emotionally troubled person would not have a hard time recognizing the pattern.) If she were to regain some weight, she'd be quite curvy. She's just shy of six feet tall, with that sort of amazonian fierceness to her features.
Her eyes, once wide and very pretty, still hold a unique tint of almost transparent sea-green, but they're now usually turned down looking at the ground, and there are dark circles under her eyes, giving her a semi-permanent tired look. Her hair is a sandy dark-blonde, and it's left choppily cut and in a sort of scruffy halo around her head. She rarely bothers to make it look nice, instead leaving it tied back in a loose tail, with pieces unevenly left hanging over her face.
She doesn't wear anything revealing, preferring long sleeves and loose, baggy clothing. Most of her shirts tend to be too large, and the baggy sleeves hang over her hands while the collar slides off one shoulder. Usually they have big hoods as well, and the waist goes far down past her hips. She likes to wear long skirts, too, oddly, and very sensible boots with just the slightest heel. Her choice of colors always falls to grays and blacks.
(Oddly, no one at Rocky but one particular person remembers her as the exuberant, bubbly, and somewhat flashy young rider who was always up for conversation and loved to wear clothes in designs that turned heads and made the weavers cry. [Faizah and Kain would know her situation, but not necessarily her past at Fort] She was particularly fond of a rather revealing outfit of a black herdbeasthide top that cut of at her ribs, with long white sleeves trimmed with soft white fur, and a white skirt that was slit up the sides and cut in a long strip at the front to reveal her legs. She rarely wore shoes, only sandals. She was quite the...looker. Ask any older rider at Fort and they'll certainly remember ...'that woman rider with the fur...')
Personality: Trinity, once smart, snappy, and incredibly perceptive, dropped into a dull, numb, stupor after the death of her dragon. She stopped talking almost entirely, and tried, unsuccessfully and numerous times, to kill herself, wanting only to end the pain that came with the gaping tear in her soul.
Impressing her flit helped to pull her away from the edge of the pit of despair she'd been living in, but it was bonding to the new wher hatchling that changed her the most. She came out of her shell, certainly, but much changed and much more vicious.
She now acts much more harshly to people, often snapping unnecessarily at people who have done nothing, and grouching at anything that should get under her skin. She doesn't take well to people, and is extremely bitter towards other riders and weyrlings; even seeing the looks of affection that they share is enough to make her nearly collapse under the weight of the loss that overcomes her again at the memory of Colith. She tends to act in ways that push people away, preferring to be alone; she's convinced herself that she is alone , really, and sees no purpose in getting close to someone when she's only going to leave them in the end.
She still has bouts of depression, and will occasionally lock herself away and try to be alone for periods of time; should anyone, ANYONE at all try to even communicate with her while she's in one of these moods, she'll lash out viciously and with as much hate as she can muster; actually, she tends to do this even when she;s not upset. Really, she's a knot of pain and anger, and though on the surface she seems distant, she's still deeply wounded inside. It is unclear if she will ever heal, truly, from losing Colith, but somehow, some way, her wher partner has opened her up again.
Trinity hates whers, and finds them repulsive, useless, and stupid failures of imitations of dragons. When she impressed one, she had reacted badly, screaming in anger as the creature bonded to her. It was the first thing she'd felt besides empty, numb, pain since Colith died. How dare this thing impress on her? She didn't want it, didn't like it, wished it would just leave her alone. It was digging onto her, touching parts of her soul only one, only Colith had ever had access to, and she hated the way that felt. But she was bound to the creature, and when it's defect showed itself, she and the wher were sent to Rocky.
Picture: N/A
History: ((The history is going to change some once I know the wher's color, since I'd like it to be of the same color as her dragon, so pardon the vagueness.))
Trinity was born and raised in Fort Weyr, second daughter to a Harper and a healer. She was never fostered out, as neither parent was a rider, and her elder sister had chosen to follow up and become a harper. Her father frequently took her on his rounds, so before she was even old enough to apprentice, she knew much about the treatment and care of dragons.
When she was fifteen, she was picked to stand at a Hatching. She was somewhat surprised, as she'd always had the notion that the healers weren't riders themselves. (It never seemed to occur to her that she wouldn't be a healer automatically.) She was firmly against going to stand, but a few words of encouragement from her father, and the blue who'd searched her, and she reluctantly agreed. She never regretted that decision after Impressing Blue Colith. Of course, she finished her training as a rider, and began a double-specialization as a rider/healer, and Colith's cooperation gave many of Fort's dragonhealers insight into the inner workings of dragons. She never quite made much of herself as a rider, never becoming anything beyond a standard wingrider, but she worked each threadfall as a healer while Colith rested between falls.
However, during one fall, Colith was taking a breather with the rest of their wing, while Trinity was helping one of her wingmates apply numbweed to a threadscore on his brown. The brown was simply grumbling, but a heavy bronze came in with terrible and incredibly painful threadscore covering his back and face, writhing in pain and nearly uncontrollable. Three of the other dragons in Trinity and Colith's wing, Colith included, approached to help restrain the bronze. Unfortunately, tragically, the bronze's bonded was also horribly scored, and while the healers tried to help both the bronze and the human, the rider died of shock soon after he was brought in. The bronze reacted as one would expect, lashing out, fighting his way free of the dragons restraining him to follow his rider between, screaming in pain and sorrow.
The entire section where the healers had been working was thrown into disarray, as the three dragons who had been restraining the bronze were thrown back. Trinity was pinned beneath a small green, and though she wasn't injured, she was trapped and unable to move.
That's why she remained when Colith went between. When Colith had been thrown backwards, the blue's skull had hit an outcropping of rock- hard. Trinity had only had a moment of time as Colith had told her he felt funny, then the link between them had been severed.
It had been figured out later that Colith had damaged hiss brain badly, and that had caused an aneurysm that had killed him near instantly. Trinity didn't find this out until much. much later- she'd been far too busy screaming and fighting to follow Colith at the time of the dragon's death to notice anything but the terrible hole in her heart. Someone, one of the non-rider healers, had for some reason kept her from killing herself, not knowing as many riders did the complete loss of will to live that came with losing a dragon. Eventually, she lost even the will to try suicide, becoming little more than an automated doll, doing as little as necessary to keep herself alive. It went on this way for about a year, with Trinity assigned to simple duties in the kitchens or as a cleaner, though she was kept far from knives after a few rather difficult incidents.
One day, her elder sister came to visit her, released from her duties at Harper hall to pay a visit to her family. She brought with her the only thing she could think of for her sister- a tiny firelizard egg. Trinity nearly let the thing die from neglect, but her sister had the presence of mind to keep it safe. When it hatched, she had forced a piece of meat into Trinity's hand and had almost forced her sibling to bond to the lizard. There had been a long moment, then Trinity had lifted the flit into her hands and spoken softly to her, giving her he name, the first words she said willingly in over a year.
The gold flit had helped her heal, but she still felt empty, broken inside. Though she began to lose her tendency towards suicide, she still was watched carefully.
Then, another year or so after gaining her flit's company, she had ended up on night duty, delegated the tasks of cleaning the wher's pen. She hated the beast, an elderly bronze creature nearing the end if it's lifespan. She was almost glad when it died; maybe then she could go back to the quiet of the deep cellars of the weyr, no longer forced outside where she had to see the silhouettes of dragons above.
She was unhappy with the assignment to tend to the wher egg Fort received as a replacement for the bronze wher, but years as a rider made her feel duty-bound to see the task through. Her plans had been to abandon the creature at the soonest possible moment and pass it on to it's handler, but the wher had other plans. The blue thing impressed to her, forcing his way into her mind and soul and tearing open parts of her she'd thought scarred closed. She tried everything to push the creature away, but it doggedly stayed with her, firmly insisting it had made the right choice and would never leave her.
Now Trinity is stuck with a firelizard and the one thing she hates most in the world. She tends to be very harsh and critical of the wher, trying to force him away from her (she's almost positive if she convinces it to leave her, she can go back to the numb, cold place, and she won't have to remember her loss, and can let herself fade away in peace.) However, the wher opened her up again, and seems to be of the opinion that though it may hurt, the blood with clean the wounds, and she'll be able to heal for real rather than just hiding behind a poorly-stitched wound. Well, metaphorically speaking. It was hardly that eloquent.
Wanted Firelizard Color: Any
Wanted Wher Color: Um...any? I sort of like blue, though. So...blue, if I can has choice?
(Just anything to match whatever dragon she would have had. I'm going to retroactively make the dragon match the wher's color.)
Wher Defect/Injury: Autism
Wanted Firelizard Name:Durga if male, Hama if female.
((Firelizard's age- 1.5 years, December 2008. Wher's age- 6 months. January 2010
Colith died December 2007, at 10 years of age. ))
FYI- K'ryn knows and remembers her. I ran this by waffles, he says it's fine for me to put that here. We'll get a little more back story together, but basically when Trinity was a rider, K'ryn was still a weyrling, and at the time of Trinity's accident, he was just getting a handle on being a rider. But their personalities were compatible, and they knew one another well enough to recognize each other even three-ish years later.))
Blue Trinsk-4169E1 - Upon hatching Trinsk seemed a normal Wher. It was only after he was a few days old that the Wher handler began to notice something off about the young creature. He had a few problems, even for a Wher. First of all, he wouldn't make eye contact with anyone, even Trinity. If that wasn't strange enough for a Wher, he also seemed to have an incredible ability to comprehend, almost at the same level as the bronze and gold dragons. Also, the little guy seemed unable to sleep often, or if he did he would easily be awake once more within an hour's time. That was when the Wher handler asked a healer to take a look at it. An Earthian Candidate had been there and remarked to the healer that the Wher reminded him of an autistic cat the Candidate had had when he was a child.
After much deliberation the Wher was sent to Earth along with Trinity, where the resident veterinarian diagnosed Trisk with autism. Now he has a few more obvious signs, just as repetitive movement of shifting his weight from side to side, a compulsive need to sort his Weyr by the heat signatures of the objects and an immense ability to hold his concentration on something that is irrelevant to the task at hand. Another thing that Trinity has noticed about her unwanted charge is that he doesn't speak in words despite his intelligence, but instead with a combination of emotions, images and single words.
Trisk is a otherwise healthy Wher, but due to his autism he is very insecure about himself and being around others. He has a very strong friendship with Trinity's flitter, Hama, and she is one of few that he seems to get along with.
Trinsk is a very prettily marked thing, and he'd have been gorgeous had he not been a wher. (In Trinity's mind, at least.) However, part of the reason she hates Trinsk so much is that he hatched the same color as her Colith, and with nearly identical markings. Just the sight of him makes her remember too much.
Trinsk is a subtle blue, slightly paler than most shades, cerulean, if you will. His back is marked with streaks of an indigo-violet shade, and his wings fade into a pale sky-blue at the ends. This same pale-blue marks his shoulders and hindquarters in an appaloosa-like pattern, as well as in small freckles across his jawline, and one bizarre stripe along his muzzle. His forelegs have a twin set of bands in the deep indigo at his 'wrists', and the end of his tail is banded as well in alternating circles of sky-blue, cerulean, and indigo.
Gold Hama- ffffe0 - Hama is a very jittery flit, always acting like she's running on a hoard of caffeine. But she is friendly, being the first one of the three to make friends. Normally she is with Trinsk, almost never leaving the insecure blue alone. But when she does leave his side she is constantly checking up on him. She mother-hens him.
Hama is a pretty little thing, a creamy pale-gold, with oval patches of a deeper orange-gold running along her back and around her eyes, and a pale almost-white-gold that colors her underbelly and wings. Her markings very much resemble those of the terran Koi fish wrought in gold.
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Indifferent/ Uninterested. Mainly Heterosexual.
Appearance: Skinny, almost unhealthily so, with pale skin unmarred by freckles or any uneven tone. However, it's almost unhealthily pale, as if she'd been sick for a very long time, and the insides of her arms are marred by a very specific pattern of scars. (Anyone with any background or experience with an emotionally troubled person would not have a hard time recognizing the pattern.) If she were to regain some weight, she'd be quite curvy. She's just shy of six feet tall, with that sort of amazonian fierceness to her features.
Her eyes, once wide and very pretty, still hold a unique tint of almost transparent sea-green, but they're now usually turned down looking at the ground, and there are dark circles under her eyes, giving her a semi-permanent tired look. Her hair is a sandy dark-blonde, and it's left choppily cut and in a sort of scruffy halo around her head. She rarely bothers to make it look nice, instead leaving it tied back in a loose tail, with pieces unevenly left hanging over her face.
She doesn't wear anything revealing, preferring long sleeves and loose, baggy clothing. Most of her shirts tend to be too large, and the baggy sleeves hang over her hands while the collar slides off one shoulder. Usually they have big hoods as well, and the waist goes far down past her hips. She likes to wear long skirts, too, oddly, and very sensible boots with just the slightest heel. Her choice of colors always falls to grays and blacks.
(Oddly, no one at Rocky but one particular person remembers her as the exuberant, bubbly, and somewhat flashy young rider who was always up for conversation and loved to wear clothes in designs that turned heads and made the weavers cry. [Faizah and Kain would know her situation, but not necessarily her past at Fort] She was particularly fond of a rather revealing outfit of a black herdbeasthide top that cut of at her ribs, with long white sleeves trimmed with soft white fur, and a white skirt that was slit up the sides and cut in a long strip at the front to reveal her legs. She rarely wore shoes, only sandals. She was quite the...looker. Ask any older rider at Fort and they'll certainly remember ...'that woman rider with the fur...')
Personality: Trinity, once smart, snappy, and incredibly perceptive, dropped into a dull, numb, stupor after the death of her dragon. She stopped talking almost entirely, and tried, unsuccessfully and numerous times, to kill herself, wanting only to end the pain that came with the gaping tear in her soul.
Impressing her flit helped to pull her away from the edge of the pit of despair she'd been living in, but it was bonding to the new wher hatchling that changed her the most. She came out of her shell, certainly, but much changed and much more vicious.
She now acts much more harshly to people, often snapping unnecessarily at people who have done nothing, and grouching at anything that should get under her skin. She doesn't take well to people, and is extremely bitter towards other riders and weyrlings; even seeing the looks of affection that they share is enough to make her nearly collapse under the weight of the loss that overcomes her again at the memory of Colith. She tends to act in ways that push people away, preferring to be alone; she's convinced herself that she is alone , really, and sees no purpose in getting close to someone when she's only going to leave them in the end.
She still has bouts of depression, and will occasionally lock herself away and try to be alone for periods of time; should anyone, ANYONE at all try to even communicate with her while she's in one of these moods, she'll lash out viciously and with as much hate as she can muster; actually, she tends to do this even when she;s not upset. Really, she's a knot of pain and anger, and though on the surface she seems distant, she's still deeply wounded inside. It is unclear if she will ever heal, truly, from losing Colith, but somehow, some way, her wher partner has opened her up again.
Trinity hates whers, and finds them repulsive, useless, and stupid failures of imitations of dragons. When she impressed one, she had reacted badly, screaming in anger as the creature bonded to her. It was the first thing she'd felt besides empty, numb, pain since Colith died. How dare this thing impress on her? She didn't want it, didn't like it, wished it would just leave her alone. It was digging onto her, touching parts of her soul only one, only Colith had ever had access to, and she hated the way that felt. But she was bound to the creature, and when it's defect showed itself, she and the wher were sent to Rocky.
Picture: N/A
History: ((The history is going to change some once I know the wher's color, since I'd like it to be of the same color as her dragon, so pardon the vagueness.))
Trinity was born and raised in Fort Weyr, second daughter to a Harper and a healer. She was never fostered out, as neither parent was a rider, and her elder sister had chosen to follow up and become a harper. Her father frequently took her on his rounds, so before she was even old enough to apprentice, she knew much about the treatment and care of dragons.
When she was fifteen, she was picked to stand at a Hatching. She was somewhat surprised, as she'd always had the notion that the healers weren't riders themselves. (It never seemed to occur to her that she wouldn't be a healer automatically.) She was firmly against going to stand, but a few words of encouragement from her father, and the blue who'd searched her, and she reluctantly agreed. She never regretted that decision after Impressing Blue Colith. Of course, she finished her training as a rider, and began a double-specialization as a rider/healer, and Colith's cooperation gave many of Fort's dragonhealers insight into the inner workings of dragons. She never quite made much of herself as a rider, never becoming anything beyond a standard wingrider, but she worked each threadfall as a healer while Colith rested between falls.
However, during one fall, Colith was taking a breather with the rest of their wing, while Trinity was helping one of her wingmates apply numbweed to a threadscore on his brown. The brown was simply grumbling, but a heavy bronze came in with terrible and incredibly painful threadscore covering his back and face, writhing in pain and nearly uncontrollable. Three of the other dragons in Trinity and Colith's wing, Colith included, approached to help restrain the bronze. Unfortunately, tragically, the bronze's bonded was also horribly scored, and while the healers tried to help both the bronze and the human, the rider died of shock soon after he was brought in. The bronze reacted as one would expect, lashing out, fighting his way free of the dragons restraining him to follow his rider between, screaming in pain and sorrow.
The entire section where the healers had been working was thrown into disarray, as the three dragons who had been restraining the bronze were thrown back. Trinity was pinned beneath a small green, and though she wasn't injured, she was trapped and unable to move.
That's why she remained when Colith went between. When Colith had been thrown backwards, the blue's skull had hit an outcropping of rock- hard. Trinity had only had a moment of time as Colith had told her he felt funny, then the link between them had been severed.
It had been figured out later that Colith had damaged hiss brain badly, and that had caused an aneurysm that had killed him near instantly. Trinity didn't find this out until much. much later- she'd been far too busy screaming and fighting to follow Colith at the time of the dragon's death to notice anything but the terrible hole in her heart. Someone, one of the non-rider healers, had for some reason kept her from killing herself, not knowing as many riders did the complete loss of will to live that came with losing a dragon. Eventually, she lost even the will to try suicide, becoming little more than an automated doll, doing as little as necessary to keep herself alive. It went on this way for about a year, with Trinity assigned to simple duties in the kitchens or as a cleaner, though she was kept far from knives after a few rather difficult incidents.
One day, her elder sister came to visit her, released from her duties at Harper hall to pay a visit to her family. She brought with her the only thing she could think of for her sister- a tiny firelizard egg. Trinity nearly let the thing die from neglect, but her sister had the presence of mind to keep it safe. When it hatched, she had forced a piece of meat into Trinity's hand and had almost forced her sibling to bond to the lizard. There had been a long moment, then Trinity had lifted the flit into her hands and spoken softly to her, giving her he name, the first words she said willingly in over a year.
The gold flit had helped her heal, but she still felt empty, broken inside. Though she began to lose her tendency towards suicide, she still was watched carefully.
Then, another year or so after gaining her flit's company, she had ended up on night duty, delegated the tasks of cleaning the wher's pen. She hated the beast, an elderly bronze creature nearing the end if it's lifespan. She was almost glad when it died; maybe then she could go back to the quiet of the deep cellars of the weyr, no longer forced outside where she had to see the silhouettes of dragons above.
She was unhappy with the assignment to tend to the wher egg Fort received as a replacement for the bronze wher, but years as a rider made her feel duty-bound to see the task through. Her plans had been to abandon the creature at the soonest possible moment and pass it on to it's handler, but the wher had other plans. The blue thing impressed to her, forcing his way into her mind and soul and tearing open parts of her she'd thought scarred closed. She tried everything to push the creature away, but it doggedly stayed with her, firmly insisting it had made the right choice and would never leave her.
Now Trinity is stuck with a firelizard and the one thing she hates most in the world. She tends to be very harsh and critical of the wher, trying to force him away from her (she's almost positive if she convinces it to leave her, she can go back to the numb, cold place, and she won't have to remember her loss, and can let herself fade away in peace.) However, the wher opened her up again, and seems to be of the opinion that though it may hurt, the blood with clean the wounds, and she'll be able to heal for real rather than just hiding behind a poorly-stitched wound. Well, metaphorically speaking. It was hardly that eloquent.
Wanted Firelizard Color: Any
Wanted Wher Color: Um...any? I sort of like blue, though. So...blue, if I can has choice?
(Just anything to match whatever dragon she would have had. I'm going to retroactively make the dragon match the wher's color.)
Wher Defect/Injury: Autism
Wanted Firelizard Name:
((Firelizard's age- 1.5 years, December 2008. Wher's age- 6 months. January 2010
Colith died December 2007, at 10 years of age. ))
FYI- K'ryn knows and remembers her. I ran this by waffles, he says it's fine for me to put that here. We'll get a little more back story together, but basically when Trinity was a rider, K'ryn was still a weyrling, and at the time of Trinity's accident, he was just getting a handle on being a rider. But their personalities were compatible, and they knew one another well enough to recognize each other even three-ish years later.))
Blue Trinsk-4169E1 - Upon hatching Trinsk seemed a normal Wher. It was only after he was a few days old that the Wher handler began to notice something off about the young creature. He had a few problems, even for a Wher. First of all, he wouldn't make eye contact with anyone, even Trinity. If that wasn't strange enough for a Wher, he also seemed to have an incredible ability to comprehend, almost at the same level as the bronze and gold dragons. Also, the little guy seemed unable to sleep often, or if he did he would easily be awake once more within an hour's time. That was when the Wher handler asked a healer to take a look at it. An Earthian Candidate had been there and remarked to the healer that the Wher reminded him of an autistic cat the Candidate had had when he was a child.
After much deliberation the Wher was sent to Earth along with Trinity, where the resident veterinarian diagnosed Trisk with autism. Now he has a few more obvious signs, just as repetitive movement of shifting his weight from side to side, a compulsive need to sort his Weyr by the heat signatures of the objects and an immense ability to hold his concentration on something that is irrelevant to the task at hand. Another thing that Trinity has noticed about her unwanted charge is that he doesn't speak in words despite his intelligence, but instead with a combination of emotions, images and single words.
Trisk is a otherwise healthy Wher, but due to his autism he is very insecure about himself and being around others. He has a very strong friendship with Trinity's flitter, Hama, and she is one of few that he seems to get along with.
Trinsk is a very prettily marked thing, and he'd have been gorgeous had he not been a wher. (In Trinity's mind, at least.) However, part of the reason she hates Trinsk so much is that he hatched the same color as her Colith, and with nearly identical markings. Just the sight of him makes her remember too much.
Trinsk is a subtle blue, slightly paler than most shades, cerulean, if you will. His back is marked with streaks of an indigo-violet shade, and his wings fade into a pale sky-blue at the ends. This same pale-blue marks his shoulders and hindquarters in an appaloosa-like pattern, as well as in small freckles across his jawline, and one bizarre stripe along his muzzle. His forelegs have a twin set of bands in the deep indigo at his 'wrists', and the end of his tail is banded as well in alternating circles of sky-blue, cerulean, and indigo.
Gold Hama- ffffe0 - Hama is a very jittery flit, always acting like she's running on a hoard of caffeine. But she is friendly, being the first one of the three to make friends. Normally she is with Trinsk, almost never leaving the insecure blue alone. But when she does leave his side she is constantly checking up on him. She mother-hens him.
Hama is a pretty little thing, a creamy pale-gold, with oval patches of a deeper orange-gold running along her back and around her eyes, and a pale almost-white-gold that colors her underbelly and wings. Her markings very much resemble those of the terran Koi fish wrought in gold.
