Post by Jilli on Feb 17, 2012 14:21:30 GMT -4
PB: Li BingBing
Name Noita
Pronunciation No-ee-tah
Age22
Season Born in Fall
Gender Female
Sexuality Heterosexual
Appearance
Noita is a small young woman. She stands at 5'5'' tall and is slender. She's not without her more womanly curves. Her willowy form is graceful, almost seeming to float. She has long flowing black hair that is usually left to hang freely down her shoulders and back. It curls like an ebony river to her waist. She has pale, snowy skin with just a dust of darker coloring on her eyes.
Her face is a lovely heart shape, her features all seem soft and flowing rather than sharply defined angles. Her lips are full and pink as summer tea roses. Her overall look is almost sweet. Her smiles could melt stone on a cold day but the ice in her eyes would freeze it even as it melted.
Her ice blue eyes are the windows into her darker side. There is violence there. Violence, a lust for blood and for pain. Though she can hide it with a honeyed mask, more often than not, if you're close enough to see her eyes, it'll cause an icy chill down your spine.
She is usually found wearing long black dresses with hits of her dragonesses marking color peeking at the bodice or sleeves. A low light silver link belt houses the hilts of twin daggers at her hips, and she wears a sapphire and silver ring on her right hand. She carries herself much like one would expect a medieval queen to carry herself. In public she has the perfect posture. Her shoulders are back, her back straight, standing tall, the very image of elite pride. In private she's much more lax. Still having good posture, just not a extreme. When she flies, she wears loose flowing black pants, with a dark shirt matching her dragoness's markings, and a fur lined hooded cloak to keep herself warm.
Personality
Noita is... Unbalanced. Under public scrutiny, she's strong, calm, and in control of everything she is around. The very image of everything her parents stood for. She is well spoken and is not afraid to stand agiainst anything she percieves as a threat to herself, her dragon or her riders.
In the privacy of her weyr or with her advisors with no public appearances to keep up, she's more relaxed and open. Always making a game of everything, she leans toward the dark side rather than the side of innocence. She likes instilling fear in those who displease her, and she revels in her enemy's pain and deaths. One would think her partner would have been destined to be a garnet, but the obsidian bondmate is more matched to he than one would think. Her dragoness Sylencath allows her to have her fun, but tempers it slightly, letting hers know when it has been enough, bringing balance to her.
She can be seductive. Her smooth soprano voice can soften to molten gold, and she's pure poetry in motion. Except for her eyes. The icy blue depths always conceal something dark and a little twisted.
When she doesn't get her way, she is terrifically evil. She has been known to execute victims herself rather than leave it to the underlings, and takes pleasure in doing so. She is cold, cruel, calculating and manipulative. Any warmth coming from her is either for her dragon, a fleeting fancy, or a complete act to get exactly what she wants.
She hates conventional color lovers with a passion, and the Riders of her original home even worse. She knows her responsibility to her riders and her cause. She will always do what she thinks is best for them, because that is why she began the rebellion. She loves her sylencath and in her own way, all the other dragons under her care. Her ultimate goal? To make the whole of pern acknowledge that the new colors are just as special as the old, and that they are here to stay.
Family (if any)
Itasen, rider of Gold Nerath mother-deceased
N'leem, rider of Brown Joxith father- very much alive
Location Fort Weyr to Rindell island (rebellion)
Rank Rebellion leader
Wing/Pack
HistoryNoita was born into the elite, the daughter of the head junior weyrwoman Itasen and a Brown rider by the name of noleem, or n'leem. She was definitely a spoilt child. Her mother or her father's hold bred servants giving her anything and everything she wanted.
She was definitely not used to hearing the word no. As she grew older, she was able to laugh and play with the other children of the weyr. She made friends easily and was kind and giving. Darkness first touched her when her mother died from disease. The healers did what they could to ease her pain, but in less than a fortnight, the brightest light in Noita's world was snuffed out. Itasen was gone before she was able to see her daughter chosen as a candidate.
The seed of darkness planted by the death of her mother only grew stronger. Her father was obsessed that she impress. The kindness and love he'd always showed her turned cold. It was as if she had ceased to be his daughter an become a tool for increasing his own power and standing. She never recieved any warmth from him again.
She came to resent the fact that she'd been chosen, firmly believing that if she'd stayed a common holder she would have had a much happier life together with her father. Her old friends impressed one after the other. She began to hate seeing them. Their eyes always looking at her with pity as they oiled or flew with their dragons only served to remind her of how she failed. She maintained her good nature for as long as she could.
After six years of standing for countless clutches, watching dragonets between from the anguish of not having a partner, she had started to resent the hatchlings. Fellow candidates started to think she was a mistake and would never impress. She started to go off on her own, trianing her fighting skills every day, growing stronger and more bitter. she didnt make friends with the candidates who shunned her. The darkness inside her grew until her inner self became filled with longings to throttle each and every one of them until their snide comments died in their throats just before they did.
She impressed at the following hatching, to her immense pride and happiness, to the subqueen obsidian, sylencath. The dragon seemed to be drawn to Noita's duality and sy took it upon herself to raise the girl though only a hatchling herself. She had chosen well.
For four years sylencath watched and supported hers while the narrow minded of the weyr shunned her for her difference. The obsidian's anger grew as the darkness inside hers did. Finally breaking free of their prison they began their own start, gathering other mutated colors and their riders to then. Winning them over using their common belief that they were worthy of far greater than the scorn that had been leveled on them. Thus began the obsidian rebellion.
Slowly, they started to gather more followers. Even some of the more conventional color's riders joined them. She didn't really hate all of them, just the ones who would deny herself and her riders their rightful place in the world, so she accepted the riders with open arms. With their growth came a new complication however. They needed supplies and support to sustain themselves.
She found it in the Sollace lord holder's nephew. A grasping and ambitious young man,it was easy for Noita to manipulate him into serving her. A little poison in his uncle's wine and the position of lord holder went to him as the oldest male of the bloodline.
The alliance seemed like a good one, there were battles with S'vrin and Trelis, and it seemed the rebellion would do well. Then it happened. The Fall began bringing death to trelis's queen and beginning a chain of events that threw everything into disarray.
Sollace betrayed them, of that Noita was sure. There was no other way trelis could have been warned so quickly. The aftermath of the battle left many injured and the rebellion weakened. Noita learned of S'vrin and Ar'rex's return to trelis and the hostility that sparked between the two halves of the weyr. Never had it been more important to unite to defeat a common enemy.
She sent spies and recruits into Trelis to help train those who supported the rebellion from the shadows. Around this time, two of trelis's subqueens come to them, though she welcomes their assistance, she dared not trust them fully.
With Sollace's betrayal, Noita had to find another way to support themselves. It was then that she happened upon Rindell Island. A small Island that not many knew of. It was perfect. She made the decision she would move them to the island after the attack on trelis. The decision was made for her however, when trelis met them in battle, very aware of the plan. Someone had been broken... or one of her riders was a traitor...
In a desperate attempt to save them, Noita gave them all images of rindell. Those that made it there, made their homes and nursed their wounds. It was then that bey weyr sent Eiko, an obsidian rider she and her people could trust. She made the decision that her successor would be Eiko when it came time, and pulled the young rider into the lieutenant position to strengthen her and get her used to the responsibilities she would be faced with. When the time came...
Dragon/Wher
Name Sylencath
PronunciationS-EYE-len-KATH
Age 6
Type Dragon
Rank obsidian
Size 45 ft
Color Codes
2c0faa
1d1d1d
221461
Appearance
sylencath is rather large fafore obsidian, measuring in at about 45 feet. She has a rectangular build, her wingspan busing a bit longer than her body on the whole at 48 feet altogether. Sy is built like her fellow obsidian sisters. Delicate looking, more streamlined than their bulkier topaz counterpartsthough.
Part of this is the way she carries herself. She almost always Is seen with her neck arched, proud of the fact she is the subqueen in charge and determined to look the part just as much as act out the role.
Sy's coloration is on the darker side of the obsidians. A somewhat metallic onyx serves as the base and she bears markings of a color between purple and blue. A vibrant royal blue that almost seems to glow against the darkness of her hide. Her markings coincide with the edges of her muscles.
Personality
Sylencath is a bit apart from the typical obsidian subqueen. She is fierce, oh yes, fierce and strong. Most of the time she doesnt fade into the background as much as her other obsidian sisters do. Her position does not allow it. This girl has a quiet grace and a supportive attitude toward her children. She is an expectant mother, urging them to better themselves. She loves them of course, even after hatching and bonding.
Of course who could devote themselves to so many children when one's own rider seemed to be a child thrust into a position of such importance? Hers needed her guidance. She appreciates her bonded's darker side, knowing exactly where it comes from, and that she keeps it mostly hidden from her followers. She even encourages her violence sometimes, but like a true mother, will not hesitate to tell her when enough is enough.
She loves hers very much and would protect her to the death. Her own thoughts more often the kind hers Should be thinking, this obsidian is the true power behind the throne.
Mind-voice
Mine, that's enough. You'll only bloody your clothes again...
soft
alto
smooth
cracks a bit when she laughs
tends to come off like an adoring mother
