Vergren & Godivath }{ Female Blackrider

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Username:Cloud
Character Number: #1

Name: Vergren
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Family:


Rank: Weyrling of Godivath
Wing: ...
Status: Fighting Fit

Appearance:
|: petite |: curly hair |: green eyed |:

Standing at an odd 4'11, Vergren is what you would call short, but to be nice, she says petite. This isn't to say that she's a skinny twig however, this girl has some curves to her, while still remaining small enough to fly on a small Black.

Personality:
|: sardonic |: chaste |: defiant |: neatfreak |: underdog advocate |:

History:

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G o d i v a t h t h e H i d d e n C r u e l t y B l a c k

Age: 0 Turns
Code: #0A0A0A, #003300, #4F2F4F
Status: Fighting fit
Size: 26ft

Appearance:

--Could be mistaken for a green, often is, but the look of her hide is oily and looks as if there was some weird green/purple mold thrown on top of a thick cup of too strong coffee.
--thick build for a black(will grow out of it and become slim/streamlined)
--will grow very large(length wise)
--Head is predominantly lavender, blends into the neck and headknobs as green then darkens to a weird, shiny black/grey muck for the body. Extremities can be either green or purple, oily hide makes it difficult to tell.

Personality:
| impatient ||: resentful |: pessimistic |:

Mindvoice:

If one were to ever hear Godivath's Mindvoice it could be likened to a strong black coffee mixed with hints of peppermint cream... Godivath's voice while refined and smooth goes down with a touch of distinct bitterness that has no other purpose but to wake you up. When speaking with Hers, the expression of emotion is like that of a quiet and still morning, held together with insightful reflection and a witty quip or two. To others, the edge is stronger, burned and interestingly enough, leaves a bitter aftertaste as if the words that were spoken had been left to ruminate over a small persistent flame.




Parentage:
NPC Copper
NPC Silver
Egg: The Elegant Lantern Egg

Hatching Scene:

Vergren was feeling apprehensive. It wasn't like her to feel this way under any circumstance, but somehow today was different. It would be her last chance to be able to Impress a dragon. Soon she would be too old, and she would have to spend her time as a Staff member, forever envious of those who were deemed worthy enough of their own dragon. Of course being able to claim a flying fire breathing beast of raw power as your own had a certain thrill to it as well, but the intrinsic rewards were far outweighed by the extrinsic humiliation she would have to endure if she weren't to Impress in this last Hatching.

So as she stood on the sands, she watched as one by one dragon after dragon hatched, crawling, scuttling, even trudged towards their new victims, their soulmates, so to speak. Over time the sands began to empty and once again, being the one of the last to Stand, Vergren pursed her lips sighed heavily, and began to turn around, not noticing that one of the last eggs, The Elegant Lantern Egg had spilled its contents, and that the little weyr was taking her sweet time.

Mine-Ren, where are you going? The sands are itching your Godivath. Pick me up, Mine-Ren.

The shock of a foreign voice inside of her head stopped her in her tracks. It felt as if she had just been rudely awoken from a deep and dreamless slumber. The fact that her mind had once been her own before, a place where she was alone once seemed so far away. How had she lived her life without this other being entwined with her? Vergren released the breath that she had apparently been holding, she felt her chest rise and fall rapidly with excitement.

Well, Mine-Ren? Are you going to stand there or pick up Godivath?

Again her heart jumped, thankfully her feet moved as well. Before she knew it, she was moving towards the strange and familiar slick, black creature... She looked to be wet, almost in a sickening moldy, oily way and to anyone else she would have looked ugly, but to Vergren, she was beautiful. Only when the dragonling began to snap her jaw open and shut in an impatient way did the weyrling shuffle her feet faster. With much more caution than she had ever applied before, she tried to pick up the awkwardly shaped creature... To get a better grip upon the one carrying her, Godivath dug her claws and teeth into "Mine-Ren"'s skin and climbed up her body like a bat.

Better, Mine-Ren. Feed your Godivath, now.

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I know you aren't done just yet, but I thought you'd want to know before you get any further...
You can't join with a Weyrling. She must have graduated Weyrlinghood. She can be freshly graduated if you'd like, but a new Weyrling would need to be in lessons, and we can't have a whole bunch of Weyrlings running around without full classes. ^.^