Post by twitchie on Aug 6, 2012 2:47:45 GMT -4
Luska
Name: Luska
Pronunciation: Luss-kaa
Age: 22 turns
Season Born In: Autumn
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Luska is a tall woman, with the ability to be a commanding figure. She strives to appear confident and fearless, with swift, steady footsteps and straight and regal posture. Every moment she is doing her very best to be the most respectable person she can be.
When someone sees Luska, her dark features tend to make her stand out instead of blend into the crowd. With skin that has a bronze tan and hair that is the shiny black of a raven's wing, her features are what many would call nothing less than exotic.
Other traits include facial features both bold and delicate, a mouth that is wide, with full lips, a charismatic smile and a small, but sharp nose. Luska's eyes are almond shaped, large and expressive. She has long eyelashes that are the same soot color as her hair. She makes eye-contact with the people she talks to. This can leave a lasting and unnaturally powerful impression for most people. Luska uses her hands a great deal to emphasis and express her words. Many times when she's excited or flustered, she does a lot of waving and fast sweeping motions.
Luska, being a woman of a northern land, has a vast varity of clothes. She is a big fan of loose and, while warm, tropical type styles. This being dresses of coarse and thick hide with furred collars and wherry or molted huntrye feathers. The hides are bleached with summar sunshine to lighten the color and to soften the outfit. She uses bark, and nuts among other things to create shades of brown to match her dragoness's hide.
Luska enjoys feeling the world against her skin. She loves the wind whispering through her hair, tracing her usually bare shoulders with invisible swirls. The fabric covering her body would be thick enough to keep her insulated but open enough to allow this woman to have certain freedoms.
In some way or another, Luska adds her tribal and wild style to her appearance. She loves collecting shells when she is near the beach, and has crafted her own beads from them. When Luska is out adventuring, sometimes she will find sun-bleached bones from a herdbeast or wherry or even a wild runner. Sometimes, Unelanuth saves large bits of bone or hoof or horn from her meals for Hers. These shell and bone beads decorate dresses, shoes (when worn) and are woven into special braids in the girl's hair. Luska will spend several hours at the start of a week criss-crossing beads and bits of string and collected huntrye and wherry feathers into her hair. She loves to have color and to draw attention to parts of her own style.
Many times you will see Luska without shoes. She has walked around so often shoe-less her feet are rather tough on the bottom. She is, however, careful about running around like a wild child. Who would respect their Weyrwoman if she seemed little different than a savage?
Personality:
Luska works day and night to be a brave and bold woman. Sometimes, being as strong and positive in her own decisions is the hardest thing. She is not afriad to stand up for the people who have no voice, have no hope, no love, no future. Luska remembers being lost and forgotten, praying to be remembered. Now, her wish has been granted. She knows that or atleast feels that her destiny is to be a hero, to be that hope for the future. No matter who you are, who you aren't, where you live, whether you are a rider, a servant, a mother, a babe -- You have a voice. You are important. You are special. Luska just.. has that overwhelming gut feeling. This is what she is to do.
She is quite charismatic, as a child she was fasinated with words. Big words, description and detail. So much imagery that you smelled, tasted, felt, and saw ever little word. Luska still loves words, colors, beauty. The world is a big and beautiful place, so it makes sense that only big and beautiful words could matter to this woman. Luska tries and does a decent job of being a rational person. With her rank, little nothings can be big somethings to innocent people. Sometimes a stubborn person needs a change of heart, needs to taste lovely words and think of nice things. That is why Luska is so serious when persuading others. If her sugar and everything nice fails, she brings in the spice. Luska is against lieing to get her way, cornering others verbally is as bad as beating them physically. This is a free world, or should be. Who are we to 'force' others to do things? My rights should end where yours begin. And they do, unless Luska finds reason otherwise. One example might be if a person would not be causing purposeful or direct harm to another, but over time or unknown to them innocent others are going to be hurt. Then Luska believes she has a right to step in, for the silent and weak.
There is one other trick Luska rarely, but will us as a last resort. It is not a lieing. She always tells the truth, just.. not the entire truth. What a person doesn't know won't kill them, atleast not while Luska is nearbym he chooses persuasive words to sway opinions. Normally, this is not done manipulatively. She believes in free-choice and does her best to softly gain allies. But if all else is failing, Luska can be very bossy and twist things, however, she very much prefers not to. That is a last resort.
Luska is a friendly woman. She loves people, loves life, and fairness, and the world's beauty. She wants equality and joy for everyone. She has a bitter time watching suffering. She wantschappiness for all. All dragons, mutations or not, deserve to live with no boundaries, just as their bondeds should.
Many factors can affect Luska's mood. Like most Goldriders, she gets frustrated. It takes her a long time, but trying her patience is not wise. Ways to tell if she is agitated are clinching of her jaw, a sharp, steely look to her eyes, a strain to her voice, fast or violent gestures of explanations with her hands.... If you continue pushing, you won't just have a very angry Goldrider, but a Gold and Lunar Huntyre as well.
Family:
Lu'sa - Deceased Bronzerider - 44 turns - Father
Skau- Deceased or possiblely missing Whiterider - 41 turns - Mother
U'lau - Bluerider - Brother
Location: Telgar Weyr
Rank: Wingleader
Wing/Pack:
History:
Between was a wicked wicked place. It is dark and cold and.... its dangerous.
Luska was a very educated little girl. She loved learning. Any book within her reach was devoured. She just could never get enough, books were far and few for Luska when she was young.
Her parents expected nothing less than excellent from their very intelligent daughter. At times, this pressure was a large strain on the child, but more often it was motivation.
Her father knew his little girl was to be nothing less than a dragonrider. She was simplely perfect, right? Life was going to be great.
A very proud daddy even took his daughter between, a preview of what she'd do. When they blinked, Luska was terrified, clinging to her strong father as if nothing ever had mattered more. Life. There was no life. No joy to between. It was black, bleak, death...
She didn't know she had been crying until they reappeared, and the sunlight touched her wet face. The child was shaking with fear. No. Between was not a place Luska ever wanted to go again.
Luska hated between because after leaving that darkness, a darkness seemed to cling to the back of her mind. She couldn't shake the cobweb of fear, or warm that patch of frost. Later that following turn, she was 8 years old, between's nightmare came alive.
Thread seemed to come out of nowhere, and both parents sprang to action. This was their duty.
Thread seared her father, though the man was protected by his's bronze's wing. The pair began to plummet to the ground at a sickening rate, then, they were gone.
Her mother's white made a frenzied circle, before disappearing into that numb void.
Seconds passed.
Luska began counting, heart in her throat and ice in her blood.
3 seconds.
Nothing.
4
5
6
7
8
Nothing still. The world around the child seemed suddenly chilly and dead.
9
10
11
Black-brown eyes spilled tears, leaving wet tracks on the soft cheeks of Luska. No...
Not her father. Not her mother. They were not gone. Parents did not die. Not while their baby, their beloved little girl, was so young.
Nearly 30 seconds had passed by now. There was no flash of bronze hide, or a blink of white. Her mother and father were gone, and Luska felt so tiny, so weak... so alone.
She lifted a tear-stained face toward the sky once more, screaming as loud as her little voice could. She screamed for her parents. She begged for them to come back. Luska needed them. She really really needed them...
Her shouts, sobs and whispers did not bring her family back...
Luska was by herself.
Completely alone.
She had curled into a ball, knees against her shaking body. Several people passed her by, and only two stopped to try and help.
No.
She did not want these strangers.
All the girl wanted was her strict parents to come and tell her to do something.... anything. Nag her, scold her, hug and hold her...
But nothing happened.. Luska soon fell into an uneasy sleep. She tumbled through darkness, felt dead and then, the black disolved into sand underneath her. She was... at a hatching. To her left were seats, more people were to the right and behind her. But to her left.. sat her mother and father. They were waiting, watching for her to fufill her father's notion of dragonriding. It was in her blood.
When Luska awoke, she was so sad and scared. She needed a mother in whose lap she could curl up in, in whose arms she would be held. But... that was not how it would be now.
The girl stood, and she decided then and there. She had to face her destiny.
Years passed slowly, as if dragging just to torture Luska. She had lived all alone with nature near Telgar Weyr. She visited the Weyr often, but found herself happier in the free space that was hers to roam.
She was growing rapidly, hardly able to think that her life had changed in only 11 years ago. Now she was 19. Luska often walked and ran the land wildly, as if running from her grief. But it always caught her.
Something new, however, happened one day while scaling a cliff. She found a nest, a huntrye nest. Just as she peeped over the side, a fluffy little hatchling hopped at her, making quite a noise. He stole the bracelet of nuts and colored seeds she had been wearing, eating it curiously.
Before long, the little lunar went to sleep in the nest.
Nothing seemed to have happened, so Luska left.
She began to get hungry, so she slipped her hand into her satchel. Instead of berries in the bag, a feathery puff greeted her hand.
Sleepy chirps told her she had won a friend, and a purple stained birdy told her he'd enjoyed the berries.
In the most recent turns, however, she made another friend, a much different one. She was searched, hardly a season after finding Yahto-yas.
And the following turn, she was on the sands with other candidates.
The eggs rocked and quivered, cracked and splintered. But nothing seemed to happen. The Gold egg looked as if it was a dud, much to the anger and dismay of the weyr. But then, it twitched. And then it shook.
And wiggled.
The hatchling wanted freedom! The dragonet did not like being trapped in this unworthy little space!
One great golden paw smashed out of the shell, and then a large tail broke through. Growling at the prison, the gold shook the shards from her hide.
Her eyes looked over the candidates before her, and she keened disappointed. None of these was Hers.
But then. Right there was Luska.
The large head went right toward the girl, graceful and careful not to harm anyone.
Oh YazhiMine. I have waited long enough to finally have you to myself, to call you my own. You still feel alone. Ever since you first came to my egg, I've wanted to heal you. I can feel the sorrow on your heart. Come now, please do not gap. We have been destined for greatness. [/color]
Luska was terrorified but somehow found herself stroking the golden face of Unelanuth. Her dragoness. Her gold dragoness.
They have now spent the most recent 2 turns together, working hard to become strong and respectable leaders in the future.
Craft: Healing
Ranking: Apprentice-Journeywoman (In between the two)
Strengths: Luska is very resourceful, and usually a very quick thinker. She can deal surprisingly well with pressure and high-stress, due to the heavy execptations from her parents. She knows and has memorized a great deal of remidies and herbal tricks. Luska is also usually very prepared, as she gathers bits of useful items all the time.
Weaknesses: Luska is the woman you want to have near you at the moment of a snake bite, or sprain/break when away from the weyr. She is strong in the 'wild' healing methods. But ask her to bind a wound with pre-made poultice and cotten bandage, and you might have a problem. Reeds and mud or cobwebs make a better first-aid supply than 'up-to-date' methods.
Unelanuth
Name: Unelanuth
Pronunciation: Un-E-la-new-th
Age: 2 turns
Rank: Gold
Size: 50 feet
Color Codes:
cfbb5e Main Hide- called Sand Gold
945900 Underside- called Burnt, bronze gold
683011 Markings- called Burnt, bronze gold variation
e7dbb2 ceb083 ead077 splotches on wings called Sand Gold and Aged Gold variations
Tear stain, eye lining- called Rose Gold
Eye marking under tear stain- called Orange Gold
Appearance:
Unelanuth is a gargantuan gold. She is the very largest of her size range.
Her paws may be big, but she steps light. Her head is held up on wide and broad shoulders, with a very feminine curve to her neck. The gold's hips tend to sway with perhaps a dash of sass or of confidence. This causes her tail to swish in a rhythmic sweep, careful to not behead anyone of course.
If you happen to study Unelanuth's glittering hide, you might notice several things. The first of these very well could be the rosy gold strip or tear-stain down her cheeks. According to Native American belief and history, red paint (especially smears under eyes and on face) were thought to intimidate hostile tribes and to bring strength to the wearer. Being applied to the face often meant blood, war and beauty.
One her left shoulder, a faint whiter gold symbol is marking the gold hide. This symbol commonly depicted an eagle, a very honored creature. The eagle meant bravery, wisdom, honor and regal charms. Many times it was said to give the wearer
Personality:
Three traits tend to be most dominent in Unelanuth's personality.
First of all, Unelanuth is very compassionate, literally radiating with maturnal instincts. She tends to be a very feirce protector of Luska and well.. to put it simplely, anyone Hers favors. A friend of Luska's is a friend of Unelanuth. She wants to be a mother for Hers and many times displays parental attachment to her Yazhi, fussing and worrying even at times. This gold also will be kind to most any creature, dragonet or human. But trust me, she has her days, like anyone.
Another trait you might notice when you meet Unelanuth would be the Gold's feminine grace. Unelanuth may not be as vain or demanding as some Golds tend to be (she veers toward the more motherly tempered side) but she still acts the part of 'queen.'
She enjoys attention, rare caes she'll flaunt a little. Often, however, a worthy, perhaps brave or handsome male, will have a flirt or two tossed his way. If the gold's compliments are returned pleasingly, Unelanuth will not hesitate to play along.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
YazhiMine, we are one. We have the strength and heart of many. We shall be victorious. Good must win, Yazhi. Good must win.
• Very sweet and sincere. Unelanuth adores her 'Yazhi' ('little one' in Navajo).
• Crisp and clear. Like cold mountain water over rocks. Or a cardinal's twitter.
• Has a calming affect to most ears.
• Worse than thunder when angry. Lightning, grinding stones, bull's rage.
• Sometimes uses Indian words for things.
Yahto-yas
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Name: Yahto-yas --(Yahto; Means 'blue' in Native American.. Yas; means 'snow' in Native American)
Pronunciation: Ya-H-toe -- yeh-as
Age: 3 turns
Type: Huntrye
Rank: Lunar
Size: 1 foot and 1/2
Color Codes:
Appearance/Personality:
Yahto-yas is a handsome bird. He may be the most common rank, but his appearance is unique. His feathers are are variation of blacks, greys, silvers, and blues.
Yahto-yas is a sneaky little theif. He loves to steal little goodies very much, and to make His laugh. He works very hard to cheer Luska. She is special to him and should never frown.
