Post by redwerecat on Oct 22, 2010 7:43:04 GMT -5
Name: K'vai
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: HOMOSEXUAL
Appearance: There's no other way to put it- K'vai is PRETTY. Not just attractive, and not even handsome, no; just pretty. He's got nearly feminine features and a sort of delicate air to him that just screams 'girly'. (And he knows it- K'vai flaunts his looks, and he really could care less if some of the new Candidates can't tell what gender he is. In fact, he enjoys it, and it's become a game to him to keep them guessing as long as possible- hell, his wingmates even place bets on how long it will take the new weyrling classes to figure him out.)
He has lightly tanned, almost klah-colored skin, with green-gold eyes that somehow wash out to a pale leafy green, that seem to accentuate full, always-smirking lips that are a flash of color on an otherwise innocent face. His eyes are accented by thick, long eyelashes, adding to his effeminate appearance, along with a sharp nose-bridge. His hair is the color of fresh cinnamon, and left ambiguously long, with the wavy almost-curls falling to just below his neckline, soft and always seeming to brush his neck delicately.
The only thing 'marring' his face, (as he puts it) is a long, almost perfectly straight fresh scar along his cheekbones and nose, just under his eyes; a reminder that threadfall is never a joking matter.
Standing just under five feet and ten inches, he's got a very lean, rather willowy build, with a rather thin waistline and narrow shoulders, and long limbs that give him a graceful, effeminate look. He seems rather less impressive, even rather skinny in comparison to some of the stronger and more well-built riders, but he's perfectly capable of doing any sort of physical task asked of him by his position. Still, the ever so slightly soft slope of his shoulders, and the narrow, delicate build of his limbs only adds to his rather androgynous look. Truthfully, he could easily pass as either a very delicate young man, or a very stirking young woman.
He favors flashy yet refined clothing, and is very fashionable, preferring things like long coats and tailored outfits (which would actually explain why he's almost always broke- all his Marks go to the Weavers and tailors at the gathers), and he has an odd love of long scarves in many colors. He likes clothing that accentuates his looks, and truthfully he's incredibly vain. He's almost always wearing gloves, for underneath on the backs of his left hand and wrist (and further on his shoulder and chest on the left) lie rather severe burn marks from an accident in the Hold kitchen when he was younger.
Also, he's kind of a bitch. He doesn't really ever mean any real harm, but he tends to come off as somewhat snobbish, rather judgmental, kind of whiny, and generally, slightly bitchy. He's not a bad person, but he's got the temper of a teenaged girl, and the devious, vengeful mind behind it to wreak serious havoc if it weren't for his relatively short attention span and lazy streak.
He's hot-tempered and very good at holding a grudge. He's got a sharp tongue as well, and he's mastered the arts of dry sarcasm, venomous wit, and the subtle insult- half the time, he's so good at concealing his true intent in his words it may be hours before his victims realize he was openly mocking them the entire time they spoke. He rarely takes things to this extreme, but he nonetheless has a smug and slightly superior attitude to him when he speaks that can be very aggravating.
He's always aware of the goings-on in the Weyr, and he's notorious for eavesdropping, spying, and generally being a nuisance. He likes to have blackmail on people, though he's got enough sense that he won't [usually] try to use any of his information on his fellow riders- however, drudges, visiting holders, and the local harpers are free game. He also has a habit of picking arguments and playing devil's advocate, but this last comes in handy sometimes. He's quite clever, and he could be very productive if he put his mind to it- he just never will. Too much effort.
On the subject of 'free time' is his rather notorious record for finding a new bedmate nearly bi-weekly. Despite everything, he can be quite charming when he wants to be, and one of the few things he'll pursue with an almost single-minded passion is, well, passion. He's capable of almost ridiculously romantic overtures to woo a target of his, and he somehow still manages to keep in the good graces of most of his former lovers, even with his known preference for short-term flings rather than true relationships. (It's likely because he makes it known outright he's not looking for a lifemate, just someone to waste a bit of time with.) It's terrifying to think of him with a partner for any long-term period of time, but he does occasionally wonder about it...
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History: Born as Karavai, son of Mellai and Karvas, a pair of hold-bred servants who worked as a cook and a farmer respectively. From a young age, Karavai was of course expected to help out, and he spent a great deal of his early life alternating between the fields, the kitchens, and anywhere else he was needed. He was a great help to a good number of the holdfolk, and, since he lived at a particularly small hold, he was known to most, as were all of the children. He had a normal life, normal friends, and the like for as far back as he can remember.
Karavai's father was subject to bouts of joint pain in colder weather, and since they lived in a Northern Hold, and Karvas was only getting older, his parents decided to see about moving to a warmer climate to better support his father's health. So, soon the family was on their way to a large south-western hold, to live with his father's brother and help on their farmlands. Karavai was awed by the much larger hold, and he subsequently developed a sort of shyness to him, preferring to stay by his mother's side and help out with the cooking, the laundry, and anything else she or the other women would ask of him.
He was teased a great deal about being weak, being smaller than the other boys, and about doing a drudge's work instead of helping his father. Mostly, he ignored them, but he subtly managed to exact his revenge in any way he could find, from loosening the legs of a boy's stool, to filling another's shoes with klah, to even catching the worst of his tormentors by 'accidentally' spilling a bucket of refuse from one of the herdbeasts on him.
This last trick would be the breaking point. Later that evening he was jumped by six of the older boys, a group of fifteen-year-olds to his smaller ten-year-old self. The beat him up behind the kitchen storerooms, and when he tried to fight back (actually managing to bite one of the boys) they re-doubled their efforts and ended by throwing a pot at him when he tried to flee. He tripped on it, and collided with the hearth, falling and knocking a kettle of boiling water down. He was badly scalded over his back and chest on the left, as well as his left arm. Their leader, Dugan, just laughed snidely and told him it was a good end to the little whelp.
He spent the next year or so healing, and after that he preferred to stay out of sight of the bullies. They had claimed he had tripped, and they had come when he screamed, and that his broken ribs and fractured collarbone were a part of the accident, along with the myriad bruises he'd gotten as a result of the beating. So he stayed out of view, and stayed under the radar, waiting for a moment to get payback. He became a rather good cook, and he frequently ended up helping in the kitchens, and many of the older mothers soon began to comment on what a striking young beauty he was, pity he wasn't a girl. They often tried to get him to 'man up' but were never quite successful. It was when one of the harper apprentices stationed at the hold got a good way into wooing him before he noticed his error in gender (and was subsequently quite embarrassed) that Karavai realized the potential for revenge. If they already found him a disgrace for being too feminine, why not use it to his advantage?
And thus the plan. To sum up, Karavai practiced his hardest to be able to pass off as a female, and though he was never going to be a perfect imitation (he still sounded more masculine than feminine), he was good enough to fool most. And, having done his damnedest to avoid his tormentors for years (and getting incredibly good at it) he sought them out, and rather publicly humiliated them when Dugan found himself publicly and very obviously flirting with none other than his favorite target from years ago.
It would quickly have devolved into another rather brutal beatdown for Karavai if a tall, furious man in riding leathers hadn't literally picked up both Karavai and Dugan by the scruff and tossed them apart. The gruff bluerider intimidated Dugan into running for his life, and his cronies soon followed, but Karavai just sneered and matched the rider's gaze. The bluerider found himself utterly amused by the strange boy and, though he thoroughly chewed out Karavai for what he'd been doing and for causing so much trouble, he nonetheless took Karavai back to the Weyr for the next hatching.
Karavai found he preferred the more relaxed Weyr life to the rigid rules and moral view of the Hold, and he quickly fell into the duties of being a candidate. The fifteen year old boy was determined to either Impress at the hatching or throw himself at the mercy of the riders to stay, but fortunately, his decision was made very easily. Lureth exploded out of her egg with all the force of a natural disaster and stormed past three other candidates to get to him. The bond was sealed instantly, and the green possessively wrapped her tail around his legs to make her choice clear- as if it ever needed to be pointed out.
The new-named K'vai fit in well at the Weyr, though he was again tormented by Dugan and crew when he returned home breifly to gather a few things and speak to his parents (his father had fallen ill, so he was allowed a few hours to visit). K'vai just shrugged, and tried his hardest to ignore the taunts, but when Dugan threw an insult about Lureth and 'the type of man who'd impress a green' K'vai just turned around, smiled sweetly, and decked Dugan with the warning to never, EVER, speak that way of his beloved Lureth again and left.
They had little issue going through training, and when Lureth rose for her first flight, K'vai was introduced to some of the more non-traditional ways of Weyr thinking. He and his flirty green had found themselves a permanent place at Fort, though, and K'vai knew he'd never have reason to leave. Even if everyone hated him and he hated them, Fort would always be home. Of course, since this wasn't an issue except for in some very rare cases (easily fixed by strict punishment and disciplinary measures to work out the conflicts), he was happy. He has his few friends he cares for, and his wingmates, and Lureth- he doesn't need anything else.
(Unless you're offering... in which case, the answer is 'yes'.)
Only recently did he acquire his facial scar, however, as he was shuffled into a wing when three riders were taken out by a large clump of thread and the wing needed reinforcing- unfortunately, he ended up flying with a weyrling who missed some of the thread and he was scored across the face. He's recovering, though the mark will likely be there for the rest of his life. For now, he just shrug it off as a small price to pay for his home and the love of his dragon.
He was transferred only recently to Rocky, and, to his delight, he found a pair of old friends there...not that he could have known K'ryn was there... however, he's more than thrilled to have run into his old friend/mentor/object of affection. Hell, he's actually more interested in the fact that there's a good number of people at Rocky who haven't already heard of his reputation for being something of a well, man-whore. Not that Lureth will make that easy, mind you.
(It's mostly a secret, but he also happens to be rather close to a certain bitchy ex-rider wherhandler from Fort...hell, he and Trinity were, at one time, a pair of the flashiest, girliest, bitchiest riders AT Fort.)
Dragon Name: Lureth - 4 yrs, born Autumn 2007
Dragon Color: Green
Dragon Defect/Injury: Jealousy. To the point where she attacked a Queen dragon at a Hatching for fear K'vai would leave her for a hatchling.
There is nothing physically wrong with Lureth, but she has an obscene jealousy of other dragons - and humans- when it comes to K'vai. It was always known she was protective of her rider, but as she was young, it was always taken as just being the pride of youth...then it was the crankiness of a proddy green, then just assumed she was simply a cranky green in general. No one but K'vai ever really knew the depths of her paranoia, but even he couldn't predict her reactions. Sure, she disliked his fondness for sleeping around, but since he was so flighty and never stayed with a partner very long she tolerated it as human oddity.
It wasn't until Fort's senior queen laid her first clutch since Lureth's hatching that the depths of her insecurities came to light. They'd always been away for other hatchings, or simply not able to attend, and so this was the first. Lureth suddenly began to snarl, getting intensely furious at nothing in particular. When K'vai tried to wave off her fears and calm her, she seemed to relax, but midway through the hatching she charged onto the sands shouting at the Queen for 'trying to steal HERS away with her foul offspring". She got as far as lunging and biting at the gold before anyone realized she was serious.
The Queen just batted her away, too engrossed in her children to take to brash green seriously. However, when Lureth rose again to take another swipe, the Weyrleader's bronze grabbed her roughly and forcibly removed her to the bowl.
Lureth was lucky to survive. Still, she was classified as too dangerous to stay at Fort, and was thusly transferred to Rocky, where it was hoped she could find treatment...or at least be out of their hair.
Lureth- #ADFF2F
Lureth is long, lean, and slinky. The sight of her brings to mind the felines some Holds use as wherry-deterrents, and every move she makes is fluid and catlike. Her tail is somewhat longer than most green's, and she uses it to emote a great deal; anger equates angry lashing, whilst contentment is signaled by a slow, peaceful flick of her tailtip.
Her color is like that of Jade, a pale, somewhat subdued, near-translucent-appearing green, with her limbs deepening into a sort of grayed deeper green, much like the pattern on a siamese cat. Her eyes are circled by deep green marks, outlining the contours just around and under her eyes and eyeridges, and trailing into a sedate spiral at each corner, colored in a deep almost black-green.
From the incident with the Queens and the Weyrleader's bronze at her old Weyr however, she sports a number of scars. The Queen caught her across the face, leaving an x-shaped scar across her muzzle and forehead, narrowly missing her eyes. She also has fainter scar on her neck and chest from the Bronze grabbing her to remove her, but they are far less prominent.
Lureth matches her chosen human in nearly every way. She's snappy, catty, high-strung, and temperamental, but her moods fade quickly and she loses interest in things easily. She's decent at getting things done when she puts her mind to it, but she's so scatterbrained it rarely happens. She's wise enough to not be too much trouble in front of the queens, but she openly flirts with any of the male dragons (bronzes included) even when she's not close to a flight. Still, she adores all her prior mates, even going so far as to remember each quite clearly- a trait very rare in dragons. She doesn't actually have a jealous side toward other dragons, just an impertinent one, and she'll never really make a fuss should another female be flying, nor is she even the type to get snippy when she rises- actually, she tends to calm down a good deal and luxuriate in all the attention.
Her favorite hobby is lying on the ledge of her weyr, luxuriating in the sun while K'vai tells her how lovely she is and oils her hide. She adores K'vai to death, but dislikes the fact that he is so openly social- she would prefer to have him all to herself. After flights, if she feels he's spent too much time with his bedmate of the moment, she'll get very bitter and rather nasty-tempered when K'vai next tries to speak to her. She's even gone so far as to full-out ignore him for all of ten minutes, just out of spite. Still, they always reconcile in the end. (Faranth knows what would happen if K'vai ever took a permanent Weyrmate, though.)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: HOMOSEXUAL
Appearance: There's no other way to put it- K'vai is PRETTY. Not just attractive, and not even handsome, no; just pretty. He's got nearly feminine features and a sort of delicate air to him that just screams 'girly'. (And he knows it- K'vai flaunts his looks, and he really could care less if some of the new Candidates can't tell what gender he is. In fact, he enjoys it, and it's become a game to him to keep them guessing as long as possible- hell, his wingmates even place bets on how long it will take the new weyrling classes to figure him out.)
He has lightly tanned, almost klah-colored skin, with green-gold eyes that somehow wash out to a pale leafy green, that seem to accentuate full, always-smirking lips that are a flash of color on an otherwise innocent face. His eyes are accented by thick, long eyelashes, adding to his effeminate appearance, along with a sharp nose-bridge. His hair is the color of fresh cinnamon, and left ambiguously long, with the wavy almost-curls falling to just below his neckline, soft and always seeming to brush his neck delicately.
The only thing 'marring' his face, (as he puts it) is a long, almost perfectly straight fresh scar along his cheekbones and nose, just under his eyes; a reminder that threadfall is never a joking matter.
Standing just under five feet and ten inches, he's got a very lean, rather willowy build, with a rather thin waistline and narrow shoulders, and long limbs that give him a graceful, effeminate look. He seems rather less impressive, even rather skinny in comparison to some of the stronger and more well-built riders, but he's perfectly capable of doing any sort of physical task asked of him by his position. Still, the ever so slightly soft slope of his shoulders, and the narrow, delicate build of his limbs only adds to his rather androgynous look. Truthfully, he could easily pass as either a very delicate young man, or a very stirking young woman.
He favors flashy yet refined clothing, and is very fashionable, preferring things like long coats and tailored outfits (which would actually explain why he's almost always broke- all his Marks go to the Weavers and tailors at the gathers), and he has an odd love of long scarves in many colors. He likes clothing that accentuates his looks, and truthfully he's incredibly vain. He's almost always wearing gloves, for underneath on the backs of his left hand and wrist (and further on his shoulder and chest on the left) lie rather severe burn marks from an accident in the Hold kitchen when he was younger.
Also, he's kind of a bitch. He doesn't really ever mean any real harm, but he tends to come off as somewhat snobbish, rather judgmental, kind of whiny, and generally, slightly bitchy. He's not a bad person, but he's got the temper of a teenaged girl, and the devious, vengeful mind behind it to wreak serious havoc if it weren't for his relatively short attention span and lazy streak.
He's hot-tempered and very good at holding a grudge. He's got a sharp tongue as well, and he's mastered the arts of dry sarcasm, venomous wit, and the subtle insult- half the time, he's so good at concealing his true intent in his words it may be hours before his victims realize he was openly mocking them the entire time they spoke. He rarely takes things to this extreme, but he nonetheless has a smug and slightly superior attitude to him when he speaks that can be very aggravating.
He's always aware of the goings-on in the Weyr, and he's notorious for eavesdropping, spying, and generally being a nuisance. He likes to have blackmail on people, though he's got enough sense that he won't [usually] try to use any of his information on his fellow riders- however, drudges, visiting holders, and the local harpers are free game. He also has a habit of picking arguments and playing devil's advocate, but this last comes in handy sometimes. He's quite clever, and he could be very productive if he put his mind to it- he just never will. Too much effort.
On the subject of 'free time' is his rather notorious record for finding a new bedmate nearly bi-weekly. Despite everything, he can be quite charming when he wants to be, and one of the few things he'll pursue with an almost single-minded passion is, well, passion. He's capable of almost ridiculously romantic overtures to woo a target of his, and he somehow still manages to keep in the good graces of most of his former lovers, even with his known preference for short-term flings rather than true relationships. (It's likely because he makes it known outright he's not looking for a lifemate, just someone to waste a bit of time with.) It's terrifying to think of him with a partner for any long-term period of time, but he does occasionally wonder about it...
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History: Born as Karavai, son of Mellai and Karvas, a pair of hold-bred servants who worked as a cook and a farmer respectively. From a young age, Karavai was of course expected to help out, and he spent a great deal of his early life alternating between the fields, the kitchens, and anywhere else he was needed. He was a great help to a good number of the holdfolk, and, since he lived at a particularly small hold, he was known to most, as were all of the children. He had a normal life, normal friends, and the like for as far back as he can remember.
Karavai's father was subject to bouts of joint pain in colder weather, and since they lived in a Northern Hold, and Karvas was only getting older, his parents decided to see about moving to a warmer climate to better support his father's health. So, soon the family was on their way to a large south-western hold, to live with his father's brother and help on their farmlands. Karavai was awed by the much larger hold, and he subsequently developed a sort of shyness to him, preferring to stay by his mother's side and help out with the cooking, the laundry, and anything else she or the other women would ask of him.
He was teased a great deal about being weak, being smaller than the other boys, and about doing a drudge's work instead of helping his father. Mostly, he ignored them, but he subtly managed to exact his revenge in any way he could find, from loosening the legs of a boy's stool, to filling another's shoes with klah, to even catching the worst of his tormentors by 'accidentally' spilling a bucket of refuse from one of the herdbeasts on him.
This last trick would be the breaking point. Later that evening he was jumped by six of the older boys, a group of fifteen-year-olds to his smaller ten-year-old self. The beat him up behind the kitchen storerooms, and when he tried to fight back (actually managing to bite one of the boys) they re-doubled their efforts and ended by throwing a pot at him when he tried to flee. He tripped on it, and collided with the hearth, falling and knocking a kettle of boiling water down. He was badly scalded over his back and chest on the left, as well as his left arm. Their leader, Dugan, just laughed snidely and told him it was a good end to the little whelp.
He spent the next year or so healing, and after that he preferred to stay out of sight of the bullies. They had claimed he had tripped, and they had come when he screamed, and that his broken ribs and fractured collarbone were a part of the accident, along with the myriad bruises he'd gotten as a result of the beating. So he stayed out of view, and stayed under the radar, waiting for a moment to get payback. He became a rather good cook, and he frequently ended up helping in the kitchens, and many of the older mothers soon began to comment on what a striking young beauty he was, pity he wasn't a girl. They often tried to get him to 'man up' but were never quite successful. It was when one of the harper apprentices stationed at the hold got a good way into wooing him before he noticed his error in gender (and was subsequently quite embarrassed) that Karavai realized the potential for revenge. If they already found him a disgrace for being too feminine, why not use it to his advantage?
And thus the plan. To sum up, Karavai practiced his hardest to be able to pass off as a female, and though he was never going to be a perfect imitation (he still sounded more masculine than feminine), he was good enough to fool most. And, having done his damnedest to avoid his tormentors for years (and getting incredibly good at it) he sought them out, and rather publicly humiliated them when Dugan found himself publicly and very obviously flirting with none other than his favorite target from years ago.
It would quickly have devolved into another rather brutal beatdown for Karavai if a tall, furious man in riding leathers hadn't literally picked up both Karavai and Dugan by the scruff and tossed them apart. The gruff bluerider intimidated Dugan into running for his life, and his cronies soon followed, but Karavai just sneered and matched the rider's gaze. The bluerider found himself utterly amused by the strange boy and, though he thoroughly chewed out Karavai for what he'd been doing and for causing so much trouble, he nonetheless took Karavai back to the Weyr for the next hatching.
Karavai found he preferred the more relaxed Weyr life to the rigid rules and moral view of the Hold, and he quickly fell into the duties of being a candidate. The fifteen year old boy was determined to either Impress at the hatching or throw himself at the mercy of the riders to stay, but fortunately, his decision was made very easily. Lureth exploded out of her egg with all the force of a natural disaster and stormed past three other candidates to get to him. The bond was sealed instantly, and the green possessively wrapped her tail around his legs to make her choice clear- as if it ever needed to be pointed out.
The new-named K'vai fit in well at the Weyr, though he was again tormented by Dugan and crew when he returned home breifly to gather a few things and speak to his parents (his father had fallen ill, so he was allowed a few hours to visit). K'vai just shrugged, and tried his hardest to ignore the taunts, but when Dugan threw an insult about Lureth and 'the type of man who'd impress a green' K'vai just turned around, smiled sweetly, and decked Dugan with the warning to never, EVER, speak that way of his beloved Lureth again and left.
They had little issue going through training, and when Lureth rose for her first flight, K'vai was introduced to some of the more non-traditional ways of Weyr thinking. He and his flirty green had found themselves a permanent place at Fort, though, and K'vai knew he'd never have reason to leave. Even if everyone hated him and he hated them, Fort would always be home. Of course, since this wasn't an issue except for in some very rare cases (easily fixed by strict punishment and disciplinary measures to work out the conflicts), he was happy. He has his few friends he cares for, and his wingmates, and Lureth- he doesn't need anything else.
(Unless you're offering... in which case, the answer is 'yes'.)
Only recently did he acquire his facial scar, however, as he was shuffled into a wing when three riders were taken out by a large clump of thread and the wing needed reinforcing- unfortunately, he ended up flying with a weyrling who missed some of the thread and he was scored across the face. He's recovering, though the mark will likely be there for the rest of his life. For now, he just shrug it off as a small price to pay for his home and the love of his dragon.
He was transferred only recently to Rocky, and, to his delight, he found a pair of old friends there...not that he could have known K'ryn was there... however, he's more than thrilled to have run into his old friend/mentor/object of affection. Hell, he's actually more interested in the fact that there's a good number of people at Rocky who haven't already heard of his reputation for being something of a well, man-whore. Not that Lureth will make that easy, mind you.
(It's mostly a secret, but he also happens to be rather close to a certain bitchy ex-rider wherhandler from Fort...hell, he and Trinity were, at one time, a pair of the flashiest, girliest, bitchiest riders AT Fort.)
Dragon Name: Lureth - 4 yrs, born Autumn 2007
Dragon Color: Green
Dragon Defect/Injury: Jealousy. To the point where she attacked a Queen dragon at a Hatching for fear K'vai would leave her for a hatchling.
There is nothing physically wrong with Lureth, but she has an obscene jealousy of other dragons - and humans- when it comes to K'vai. It was always known she was protective of her rider, but as she was young, it was always taken as just being the pride of youth...then it was the crankiness of a proddy green, then just assumed she was simply a cranky green in general. No one but K'vai ever really knew the depths of her paranoia, but even he couldn't predict her reactions. Sure, she disliked his fondness for sleeping around, but since he was so flighty and never stayed with a partner very long she tolerated it as human oddity.
It wasn't until Fort's senior queen laid her first clutch since Lureth's hatching that the depths of her insecurities came to light. They'd always been away for other hatchings, or simply not able to attend, and so this was the first. Lureth suddenly began to snarl, getting intensely furious at nothing in particular. When K'vai tried to wave off her fears and calm her, she seemed to relax, but midway through the hatching she charged onto the sands shouting at the Queen for 'trying to steal HERS away with her foul offspring". She got as far as lunging and biting at the gold before anyone realized she was serious.
The Queen just batted her away, too engrossed in her children to take to brash green seriously. However, when Lureth rose again to take another swipe, the Weyrleader's bronze grabbed her roughly and forcibly removed her to the bowl.
Lureth was lucky to survive. Still, she was classified as too dangerous to stay at Fort, and was thusly transferred to Rocky, where it was hoped she could find treatment...or at least be out of their hair.
Lureth- #ADFF2F
Lureth is long, lean, and slinky. The sight of her brings to mind the felines some Holds use as wherry-deterrents, and every move she makes is fluid and catlike. Her tail is somewhat longer than most green's, and she uses it to emote a great deal; anger equates angry lashing, whilst contentment is signaled by a slow, peaceful flick of her tailtip.
Her color is like that of Jade, a pale, somewhat subdued, near-translucent-appearing green, with her limbs deepening into a sort of grayed deeper green, much like the pattern on a siamese cat. Her eyes are circled by deep green marks, outlining the contours just around and under her eyes and eyeridges, and trailing into a sedate spiral at each corner, colored in a deep almost black-green.
From the incident with the Queens and the Weyrleader's bronze at her old Weyr however, she sports a number of scars. The Queen caught her across the face, leaving an x-shaped scar across her muzzle and forehead, narrowly missing her eyes. She also has fainter scar on her neck and chest from the Bronze grabbing her to remove her, but they are far less prominent.
Lureth matches her chosen human in nearly every way. She's snappy, catty, high-strung, and temperamental, but her moods fade quickly and she loses interest in things easily. She's decent at getting things done when she puts her mind to it, but she's so scatterbrained it rarely happens. She's wise enough to not be too much trouble in front of the queens, but she openly flirts with any of the male dragons (bronzes included) even when she's not close to a flight. Still, she adores all her prior mates, even going so far as to remember each quite clearly- a trait very rare in dragons. She doesn't actually have a jealous side toward other dragons, just an impertinent one, and she'll never really make a fuss should another female be flying, nor is she even the type to get snippy when she rises- actually, she tends to calm down a good deal and luxuriate in all the attention.
Her favorite hobby is lying on the ledge of her weyr, luxuriating in the sun while K'vai tells her how lovely she is and oils her hide. She adores K'vai to death, but dislikes the fact that he is so openly social- she would prefer to have him all to herself. After flights, if she feels he's spent too much time with his bedmate of the moment, she'll get very bitter and rather nasty-tempered when K'vai next tries to speak to her. She's even gone so far as to full-out ignore him for all of ten minutes, just out of spite. Still, they always reconcile in the end. (Faranth knows what would happen if K'vai ever took a permanent Weyrmate, though.)
She'll be good in knocking over eggs, mauling dragonets or candidates, or what not, all in the name of making sure her K'vai stays as Hers. 
But it's perfect since I see the dams and sires of clutches being more active during Hatchings instead of just being there to oversee the Impressions of their offspring.
