Yanoya of Blue Hyselhoeth

Name Yanoya
PronunciationYuh-noy-yuh

Age 19 Turns
Season Born in Summer

Gender Female
Sexuality Unknown

Appearance Intensive brown eyes with a slight green tint are rather disconcerting to look at as they seem to bore right through the person who dares to look at them, an inner fire apparent in them. Her long, curly hair is most commonly tied tightly in a braid and secured with a head band to keep it away from her eyes. It just won’t due to have a warrior and marksmen with hair to impede their vision. She has high cheek bones and a rather angular face, though not long or oval, but heart shaped.

She isn’t entirely thin, having some bulk of muscle on her. She commonly holds her head high, almost seeming prideful. Always seeming alert. Her jaw is often set, showing her stubborn nature. Her nose is shorter, but not entirely small.

Her brown hair frames her skin which is neither entirely pale nor tan, but is of a middling hue. Her stark brown eyes are almost the same color of her hair, amazingly enough, the deep chocolate brown becoming entirely a color that could describe her.

Her body has shape to it, but, due to her rough upbringing and training as a skilled fighter, warrior, and hunter, she has plenty of muscle which is covered by her riding gear, which lacks any kind of decoration, being sleek and well made. It cost her quite a bit and a lot of work, but, well, with her lifestyle, you learn to save for those… necessary luxuries.

Personality Calculating, intelligent, cold. She is not the kind of person to come up and give someone a hug. She is not the kind of person to show her feelings. Not overtly at least. She is however, just aloof enough to inspire curiosity. Her brash nature and tomboy attitude are often brusque and irritating combinations to most females and even to some males who might, otherwise, find her attractive. Not that she really cares.

Oh? So men think their great? She’ll bring you low and bring you low fast. She is a fighter and a good one at that with wit, intelligence and skill on her side. She is not afraid to use it either. She has quickly become known for her ability to outdo most males.

Her serious, detached expression hides behind it an ever moving mind that is focused on one large problem at a time and easily taken to another thing, though shows difficulty in switching back right away. This trait makes some think, in conversation, that she is vain and self-centered, only caring to talk about what it is that she cares to talk about.

Yanoya has never been a gossip. She has never been one to care about the males around her or, for that matter, the females, often making her even further a mystery. A person is a person is a person to her. What else would you suppose they were? Or that’s what she has thought up to this point.

Despite all her flaws, Yanoya does have her redeeming qualities, such as her calm head in dangerous situations and her ability to appear sincere, honest, and completely in agreeance with things that may be in the best interest of others, but she herself may not like. She is very good at talking her way out of situations when need be, making her a good liar, which is not a particularly positive trait.

She has the will to do what is needed or what is right-even at risk of herself. She will never stand idly by and watch people be harmed or harm each other. It simply is not right. She has a tendency to become angry or upset with those who do. She will jump headlong into a fight for whoever just might be in need.

Family (if any)
Blood Relatives unknown
Adoptive Father – Yorrisan, renegade leader and Trader
Adoptive family members:
Koriina – the gang’s cook
Yansin – her adoptive uncle
Ammori – The ever watchful guard and trainer of the hunting dogs
Tembri – Her adoptive brother who often showed interest in her
Location Southern Wilderness is more her home. She now resides at Trelis
Rank Weyrling

History
It was 19 Turns ago when a lovely baby was plopped into the arms of her Trader mother as they traveled. She cried and screamed for the longest while… until her mother’s soft songs sang with her little green flitters calmed her. It was the flitters really, though. They fascinated her. She loved them. They were special. And growing up until the age of 1 Turn… She would continue to become attached to her parent’s flitters.

However, once their caravan was raided, things in her life would change forever, leaving her in an entirely different kind of home. Renegades and troublemakers living in a small settlement on the Southern Continent did not make for good parents… but they did make for good instructors in fighting and hunting. To think that, as a turn old, she had wound up here, with this band of… characters. It wasn’t so bad. However, most of them were males who lived in various holds. They just came here to conduct… business. Is it any wonder she turned out how she did?

She spent time traveling with her father, a young man by name of Yorrisan who named her for himself. He had been married, but he had no great affinity for his wife who had died shortly after their first child had been born and the child followed suit no more than a week after. He wasn’t the kind you might see as a father, but, he took in the child when her parents were left for dead after the attack of their caravan. He, being a trained fighter, quickly started to teach her, starting as young as she was with some very basic things that were, perhaps, more like a game to her. Her chores even became that way.

When she was older and he took her with him on raids and the like, she learned more overtly and soon proved herself to be capable as both a hunter and a warrior. Her “father” was very pleased with her progress.

Yanoya grew up from young toddler to lovely woman in his care. She had no memories of her real parents and, to this day, does not know the truth of the matter. However, she keeps the secrets of her father’s less than… well, good, “business” ventures to herself, including those on the Southern Continent which started when she was younger, though they were considerably more treacherous at the time. Traders. Traders always attracted her father and his associate’s attention. He had often been going on business and the growing Yanoya was becoming very surprised that he had not been caught already.

Yanoya never showed much interest in men, even when she was in her teens. They were people. She never showed interest in women either. Instead, she seemed to become rather obsessed with learning more about as much as she could-especially fighting, tactics, and hunting. She was never the kind of girl to wear dresses and talk about boys. If she could have chosen, she would have chosen to become a guard. However, that wasn’t something allowed to her.

At one point, when she was at a Hold with her father, she would find herself being searched to Trelis Weyr. She had recently sailed home and, still packed, it took very little effort to take what little she had and go to the Weyr.

It was just before the storm hit, at the time of the gather, that she arrived at Trelis and, not only that, but she was visiting the hold and her father who was there with some of his crew as Traders as well as to see his daughter. It was when the storm hit that she was separated from him at the time… She does not know what became of him, but finds no one to blame but Pern itself, though she feels little anger. She is convinced her father is still alive and will continue to until proven otherwise. Those critically injured are always or should always be first priority.

And even to and on the day she Impressed to the laziest blue in the world, he did not appear. But she didn't let it bother her. It wouldn't do her any good to let things get to her like his absence. After all. He had taught her to be better than that... And now she had to try to teach her extremely smart if extremely lazy dragon not to be so lazy... That never really happened and lead to a very interesting dynamic between the two. The pudgy blue wasn't exactly the worse flier... or the best, but that was alright. No matter what, she loved him.

The fateful days came though and lead to so much death and destruction... Loraketh's being the most devastating... But that wasn't all. S'vrin and Ar'rex had returned. Yanoya didn't know much of them. Nor did she care for them. And their stories were enough for her to form strong opinions against them... And yet, the girl remains neutral and uncaring - as if she is nothing but a watcher or observer. Not that she'll stand by and let others get hurt... most of the time. But sometimes Hyselthoeth is right about hanging back and such things.

Craft Warrior/Trader
Ranking N/A
Strengths Hunting, fighting, gathering, and commanding others
Weaknesses Any form of fighting requiring brute force, getting along with or making friends with others

Dragon/Wher Preferences: Anything that fits her, I suppose... or doesn't. I would love it if she Impressed a male dragon. Especially one that wouldn't typically Impress to a female.

Pets:
Size:
16in. {3.2in. When Hatched}

Color Codes:
Base: 1A1A1A Dark Grey
Markings: 757575 Medium Grey and 000000 Black


Appearance:
He is just a little smaller than his ebony brother, but the thing that makes him stand out the most, would be his overly large wings. For some reason or other this medium sized male has the wing size of a large brown. He never quite grows into his wings, which means they will always be a bit too big for the rest of his body. His hide on the other hand, is a nice dark grey in color. His markings are pitch black with medium grey, almost silver markings along the edges of his wing spurs, down his neck, around the front of his muzzle, and down his stomach.

Personality:
This dark colored male is quite the dreamer. It seems he almost always has his head in the clouds. He would be much more happy to just sit around and day dream, then to actually have to work. It isn't that he is lazy, it's just that he doesn't like to interrupt his dreaming. He is also very curious, but doesn't get into as much trouble as his larger black brother. He's better at knowing when to stop, and will often lord this fact over the larger ebony.


Impressed To: Yanoya
Pronunciation: HIGH-slee-hO-th
Rank: Blue
Size: 30 Feet
Color Codes:
Base: 3a6576
Head and Feet: 11374c
Wings and Arms: 2b465e
Light Markings: 70c0c3

Appearance:
While Hyslehoeth will one day sit on the larger end of the size scale, he is by no means the largest blue around, length-wise at least. Width, however, is a different story. After breaking shell, the first thing one might notice about this blue is that he has quite the tummy. A roly-poly baby blue, that’s what Hyslehoeth is. He has a light sprinkling of muscle, evident even under his baby fat, but honing those muscles will be a tricky job, and losing the chub even harder. Hyslehoth is a lazy blue, and it shows in his body, a preference for lazing about will make it near impossible for this blue to become streamlined in any sense of the word. That aside, Hyslehoeth is a powerhouse. With strong, broad wings, this guy will be able to outlast his fellow blue brothers in the air, and even browns may lose in a race of endurance, assuming of course he decides to actually get up and fly. As well as strong wings, his extra weight will also help him plummet to the ground faster during dives. Midair twists and twirls, however, will always be a hard thing for him to achieve.

His hide is a medium slate blue with tiny hints of true blues and greens dancing lightly on his hide, evident only after a good oiling. His head, the tips of his tail fork, and his front claws are both a dark, green-tinted blue. His wings, and from his wrists, up his arms and across his back to the base of his tail is a darker blue that almost looks like a coat. Indeed, when this guy rears on his hind legs, wings tucked close to his body, the illusion is quite visible. Hyslehoeth also has three areas of bright markings. The first is just behind the dark markings on his tail fork. The second marking is a ring around the thumb of his wings; the only break in colour on their otherwise darker surface. Finally, a strange spiking chunk of bright colour on his neck can be seen, even from far away, and in the right light looks quite beard-like.

One strange thing about this fellow is an odd tick that began during his hatching. He developed an incessant need to occasionally swat at the air over his head with his front claw, as if trying to shoo a bug that isn’t there.

Personality:
If there was one word to describe Hyslehoeth, it's that he's lazy. This big boy loves to sleep, and it can be extremely difficult to rouse him into doing anything other than lounge about. It's not to say he's a useless dragon though. Of all his brethren, Hyslehoeth is likely the most observant. He doesn't simply lounge, he lounges with one eye barely open in order to watch others. One might say he doesn't want to stand up for what he believes in, but in truth this blue is just sensible. He understands his strengths and weaknesses and uses them in a way he feels is best for himself.

Mind-Voice:
Do I have to get up….?
Hyslehoeth’s voice is, if anything, exhausting to listen to, and even the most active listener might just need to stifle a yawn after hearing him speak. His voice is a deep, drawling sound that leaves you wanting to curl up and sleep. It often sounds bored, regardless of the situation, and indeed that may be so. Getting this guy worked up is near impossible, but it moments of high emotion, it might just perk up a little.

Why:
Some may not see the connection between us, my lovely Yanoya; however, I felt that deep down, there was something about you that I could not be without. I like your wit and intelligence of course. I like to think I have a fair share of my own. I am worried though... what are your dreams? I cannot see them yet, but I hope in time you will come to share them. Then we shall dream together, I think.