Post by angel on Sept 3, 2011 22:02:01 GMT -5
Username: Angel
Character Number: 1st
Name: Celette
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Wing: Groundcrew
Status: Fit to fight and ready as well
Appearance:
Putting someone's strict physical look into words seems easy but it's far from it. Emotions can change a face more than anything and with Celette it is surely the case. Brown is probably the easiest applied term to the girl. Her hair, while lush and full with waves, is brown. Her eyes, while full of light and mischief, are a deep brown. Her skin, while glowing and healthy is tanned brown. Brown brown brown. Take the description further and you see that she has sharp, delicate features. Arching brows frame dark thick eye lashes and high cheek bones. Full dusky pink lips are usually held softly in contemplation of what is going on around her, and over her sharp little teeth that want to poke through in a smile but are held firmly in check. A long neck, which earned her a little bit of teasing during her last few awkward years, flows slender down to her soft shoulders and small bust line. Unlike her more flashy and sensual sister, Celette is dainty, well proportioned, but never a va va voom kinda girl. Think elfin and you are more along the right track. The one thing about her that is a bit out of place on such a small frame are her long fingers. Her hands have always been a bit too long for her body and earned her many days of cruel teasing from brothers who took joy in finding things to use against their sisters. Oh but what those long thin digits are capable of! Skilled with musical instruments and sewing, able to reach into small spaces to retrieve lost items. Graceful if incongruous, her fingers are a hidden sore spot for the girl.
Dressing styles are often hard to pin point with Cel as she tends to find new trends fun to play with and old ones nice to tweak and reuse. She is a fan of the useful as well as the female. It is not uncommon for her to be seen in britches and a comfortable top while working on something out of doors. Nor is it odd to see her in a flowing gown, tight fitting number, or a mixture of one or all of these. Her one constant is her hair. She keeps it long, well groomed, and properly arranged for whatever she is doing. She hates having to detangle it later otherwise. While lately it has been pulled up for chores, showing off her bone structure in a way she didn't even know was flattering; truth be told she prefers it free flowing down her back with a few soft waves.
Personality: Strongly quiet, silently mischievous, too smart for her own good? These are all very good descriptive words for Celette. Being the second oldest of Cliff Holds Lord Holder has also instilled in her a great sense of responsibility and duty that she does not take lightly. She is the type to do all that is required of her and more, and then go off to play in some dark corner so as not to get caught. She is probably one of the more reserved of the children as well. She has always been an excellent listener and her father has discovered that she is also good at getting the more unruly to listen and bend to the rules. Even as a child she was exceptional at getting others to do what needed to be done, without being over bearing and cruel. It just seemed that they wanted to follow her, wanted to make her smile, and found it hard to say no to such a calm, happy little thing.
On the darker side, her pride and stubbornness has been known to get the better of her at times. While she is no ego maniac she is a bit too sure of herself when it comes to solving problems and handling people. Being raised as a lady holder has contributed to this fact. When everyone is beholden to your family it is hard not to think that what you are doing is right and what is best all the time. Coming to the weyr is challenging for her because she is finding out just how sheltered and wrong she really was. While she may have known what the hold needed, how it ran, and what was to be done; a weyr is different. While her knowledge will help her it is by no means law or always correct. Which tweaks her prideful nose and causes her to brood a bit more than is natural for her inner happy self. It is always hard for a young woman to find out that she was being pandered to, especially a smart young woman. There are times now that she wishes she could go back and kick a few shins for people just to see what they were actually thinking.
Cold fire burns in this little soul when angry. She is not a hot temper or explosive person, but when angry there is a chill about the room. The already quiet girl stills and one can see the frost forming in her normally light filled eyes. It is also a temper that is slow to fade. While it is harder to tempt her to anger it is even harder still to calm it once it is stoked. It would take a very grating person to get her to this point and even more so to make her argue back in a voice so quiet and full of menace. Normally this response is only achieved by those who hurt, threaten, or mess with her family or those she cares for; though let it be known that if you push her too far on her own behalf it will surface as well. Just as she is cold when angry she is equally warm and soft when passionate about something or someone. While, again, she is not the fiery type her love and affection is full and blossoming. She will go out of her way to do small things for those she feels deserve it or earn it. It is sometimes hard to tell when she is attracted or in love because of her quiet nature but those who know her know to look for her doing the little things. Following with her eyes, that soft look on her face, the smile she very rarely gives to any but those who are close to her heart. An observant person would see that her passion runs deep and her emotions are full and expressive to those who know what to look for.
History: Being born a lord holder's daughter is by no means a hardship, being born second oldest and female is a blessing as well. However, growing up with extreme responsibility and the knowledge that you will most likely be married off against your will to a guy for money, is not something Celette could ever live with. Born in the middle of a rainy spring, Celette was the joy of her mother, who always wanted a little girl and had born a male first. Both her parents were more than happy to have the second oldest child not be a contender for the inheritance of the hold and be a child they could train to run the place from the hearth and marry off later in an advantageous marriage. Sadly they were soon to find out that the little girl they thought would be obedient and docile was sharp as a wit and full of her own plans. Since both her parents were young when they had her and her older brother they simply kept having children every two to three years, until the hold could boast six children from the Lord Holder alone.
As Celette grew, to look like her mother with her father's coloring, people began to see the smart little girl was always on a quest for more knowledge and skills. She quickly milked the harper for all he was worth, learned the hold duties, as well as some of the crafts outside, like when to plant, how to treat a sick animal, sutures and basic medicine. Yet none of this ever satisfied her; Celette knew there was a bigger challenge out there and wanted it, but had no clue what it was her heart was searching for. An offer to become a harper was turned down by both her parents, to the great dismay of the young girl, but other offers started to come and fill the gap each year as she grew. Her other siblings, themselves quite intelligent, also began to challenge her parents and wreak havoc on the local professions as well. Upon turning seventeen Cel's parents began to seriously pressure her to look for a partner and settle down. The next two years were a constant battle to make it look like she was complying without ever committing, desperately searching for a way out. It became her mission in life to avoid her father's questions and prodding and her mother's pleading. Soon she found herself spending more and more time outside of the hold, checking on farms and animals, learning to treat and take care of people and animals alike. Celette even learned how to use a flame thrower, to the horror of her mother. As time ticked down and Celette's next oldest sister married and started her life, it became harder and harder to hide out from her family. Life as a lord holder's daughter was starting to become a burden not a blessing.
At the age of nineteen it looked like her luck was finally going to run out when something completely unexpected happened. Out watching the new baby runners with their dams it was almost like a dream when a dragon bugled from above and went to land at the hold. Knowing her father would expect her there to greet the dragonrider, Celette took off to make it to the hold as quickly as possible. It was less than a few moments of greeting and showing respect before she was being asked what she thought about dragonriders and living in a weyr as compared to a hold. Not catching on, due mostly to the odd, out of the blue questions; she answered that she had always wanted to try that but knew that you must impress or being a lady holder was the only option for her. Suffice it to say, she was told that if she wanted she could stand on the sands and try her luck. Looking at her father blankly at first then apprehensively, followed by hopeful pleading she nodded and answered that she would love to do that more than anything else in the world. Her father was unable to stop her from going, as it is the right of all who have been searched to go if they so choose. Packing her things was far easier than she hoped, saying goodbye was not. Months after arriving Celette is still trying to figure out how she fits in, if she doesn't impress what will she do? She knows now that she will never be able to return to the hold, not after experiencing the freedom of being a woman in the weyr. Taking up duties under the headwoman has been her recent plot to make sure that even if she doesn't impress she has a place. Not to mention her abilities with instruments and teaching. Celette may have started out as a lady holder, but she is determined to end up a weyr girl.
Family: Lord Holder of Cliff Hold and Lady Holder (Siblings as well will leave open for others to make as they will.) She is the second oldest child.
Pets:
Name: Persnickety
Color: GOLD
The next egg hatched with amazing alacrity. Cracked as it already was all along one side, the French Vanilla Egg was already flaking apart in some places, slick areas of egg membrane visible through the minute holes in the shell. The hatchling inside continued to work at its egg, spreading cracks all over, until finally the egg simply collapsed into pieces as the hatchling inside pushed out from the very top.
Sitting in the ruins of her egg, with pieces of cream-coloured shell all around her, the tiny gold hatchling observed the scene around her with some measure of disdain. Whatever she saw obviously did not please her, for she let out a small huff and attempted to turn her back on those present, although she only succeeded in turning towards the people on the other side of the ring. Seemingly realizing that she couldn't actually ignore everyone here, the young gold settled for looking down her nose at all of them.
There was never any doubt about who she would go to, of course. She was surrounded by ragamuffins, simpletons and oafs, so there wasn't exactly very much competition. The tiny, delicate-looking flit simply flicked the last few flakes of shell from her tail, spread her wings, and fluttered over to Celette. Perching on one of her arms, she waited expectantly to be fed, although the bag of meat was well within her reach. But of course she wasn't going to reach in there herself.[/justify]
THE FRENCH VANILLA GOLD
Persnickety Impresses To : Celette
Personality : Prissy, Deliberate, Haughty, Elegant
Character Number: 1st
Name: Celette
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Candidate
Wing: Groundcrew
Status: Fit to fight and ready as well
Appearance:
Putting someone's strict physical look into words seems easy but it's far from it. Emotions can change a face more than anything and with Celette it is surely the case. Brown is probably the easiest applied term to the girl. Her hair, while lush and full with waves, is brown. Her eyes, while full of light and mischief, are a deep brown. Her skin, while glowing and healthy is tanned brown. Brown brown brown. Take the description further and you see that she has sharp, delicate features. Arching brows frame dark thick eye lashes and high cheek bones. Full dusky pink lips are usually held softly in contemplation of what is going on around her, and over her sharp little teeth that want to poke through in a smile but are held firmly in check. A long neck, which earned her a little bit of teasing during her last few awkward years, flows slender down to her soft shoulders and small bust line. Unlike her more flashy and sensual sister, Celette is dainty, well proportioned, but never a va va voom kinda girl. Think elfin and you are more along the right track. The one thing about her that is a bit out of place on such a small frame are her long fingers. Her hands have always been a bit too long for her body and earned her many days of cruel teasing from brothers who took joy in finding things to use against their sisters. Oh but what those long thin digits are capable of! Skilled with musical instruments and sewing, able to reach into small spaces to retrieve lost items. Graceful if incongruous, her fingers are a hidden sore spot for the girl.
Dressing styles are often hard to pin point with Cel as she tends to find new trends fun to play with and old ones nice to tweak and reuse. She is a fan of the useful as well as the female. It is not uncommon for her to be seen in britches and a comfortable top while working on something out of doors. Nor is it odd to see her in a flowing gown, tight fitting number, or a mixture of one or all of these. Her one constant is her hair. She keeps it long, well groomed, and properly arranged for whatever she is doing. She hates having to detangle it later otherwise. While lately it has been pulled up for chores, showing off her bone structure in a way she didn't even know was flattering; truth be told she prefers it free flowing down her back with a few soft waves.
Personality: Strongly quiet, silently mischievous, too smart for her own good? These are all very good descriptive words for Celette. Being the second oldest of Cliff Holds Lord Holder has also instilled in her a great sense of responsibility and duty that she does not take lightly. She is the type to do all that is required of her and more, and then go off to play in some dark corner so as not to get caught. She is probably one of the more reserved of the children as well. She has always been an excellent listener and her father has discovered that she is also good at getting the more unruly to listen and bend to the rules. Even as a child she was exceptional at getting others to do what needed to be done, without being over bearing and cruel. It just seemed that they wanted to follow her, wanted to make her smile, and found it hard to say no to such a calm, happy little thing.
On the darker side, her pride and stubbornness has been known to get the better of her at times. While she is no ego maniac she is a bit too sure of herself when it comes to solving problems and handling people. Being raised as a lady holder has contributed to this fact. When everyone is beholden to your family it is hard not to think that what you are doing is right and what is best all the time. Coming to the weyr is challenging for her because she is finding out just how sheltered and wrong she really was. While she may have known what the hold needed, how it ran, and what was to be done; a weyr is different. While her knowledge will help her it is by no means law or always correct. Which tweaks her prideful nose and causes her to brood a bit more than is natural for her inner happy self. It is always hard for a young woman to find out that she was being pandered to, especially a smart young woman. There are times now that she wishes she could go back and kick a few shins for people just to see what they were actually thinking.
Cold fire burns in this little soul when angry. She is not a hot temper or explosive person, but when angry there is a chill about the room. The already quiet girl stills and one can see the frost forming in her normally light filled eyes. It is also a temper that is slow to fade. While it is harder to tempt her to anger it is even harder still to calm it once it is stoked. It would take a very grating person to get her to this point and even more so to make her argue back in a voice so quiet and full of menace. Normally this response is only achieved by those who hurt, threaten, or mess with her family or those she cares for; though let it be known that if you push her too far on her own behalf it will surface as well. Just as she is cold when angry she is equally warm and soft when passionate about something or someone. While, again, she is not the fiery type her love and affection is full and blossoming. She will go out of her way to do small things for those she feels deserve it or earn it. It is sometimes hard to tell when she is attracted or in love because of her quiet nature but those who know her know to look for her doing the little things. Following with her eyes, that soft look on her face, the smile she very rarely gives to any but those who are close to her heart. An observant person would see that her passion runs deep and her emotions are full and expressive to those who know what to look for.
History: Being born a lord holder's daughter is by no means a hardship, being born second oldest and female is a blessing as well. However, growing up with extreme responsibility and the knowledge that you will most likely be married off against your will to a guy for money, is not something Celette could ever live with. Born in the middle of a rainy spring, Celette was the joy of her mother, who always wanted a little girl and had born a male first. Both her parents were more than happy to have the second oldest child not be a contender for the inheritance of the hold and be a child they could train to run the place from the hearth and marry off later in an advantageous marriage. Sadly they were soon to find out that the little girl they thought would be obedient and docile was sharp as a wit and full of her own plans. Since both her parents were young when they had her and her older brother they simply kept having children every two to three years, until the hold could boast six children from the Lord Holder alone.
As Celette grew, to look like her mother with her father's coloring, people began to see the smart little girl was always on a quest for more knowledge and skills. She quickly milked the harper for all he was worth, learned the hold duties, as well as some of the crafts outside, like when to plant, how to treat a sick animal, sutures and basic medicine. Yet none of this ever satisfied her; Celette knew there was a bigger challenge out there and wanted it, but had no clue what it was her heart was searching for. An offer to become a harper was turned down by both her parents, to the great dismay of the young girl, but other offers started to come and fill the gap each year as she grew. Her other siblings, themselves quite intelligent, also began to challenge her parents and wreak havoc on the local professions as well. Upon turning seventeen Cel's parents began to seriously pressure her to look for a partner and settle down. The next two years were a constant battle to make it look like she was complying without ever committing, desperately searching for a way out. It became her mission in life to avoid her father's questions and prodding and her mother's pleading. Soon she found herself spending more and more time outside of the hold, checking on farms and animals, learning to treat and take care of people and animals alike. Celette even learned how to use a flame thrower, to the horror of her mother. As time ticked down and Celette's next oldest sister married and started her life, it became harder and harder to hide out from her family. Life as a lord holder's daughter was starting to become a burden not a blessing.
At the age of nineteen it looked like her luck was finally going to run out when something completely unexpected happened. Out watching the new baby runners with their dams it was almost like a dream when a dragon bugled from above and went to land at the hold. Knowing her father would expect her there to greet the dragonrider, Celette took off to make it to the hold as quickly as possible. It was less than a few moments of greeting and showing respect before she was being asked what she thought about dragonriders and living in a weyr as compared to a hold. Not catching on, due mostly to the odd, out of the blue questions; she answered that she had always wanted to try that but knew that you must impress or being a lady holder was the only option for her. Suffice it to say, she was told that if she wanted she could stand on the sands and try her luck. Looking at her father blankly at first then apprehensively, followed by hopeful pleading she nodded and answered that she would love to do that more than anything else in the world. Her father was unable to stop her from going, as it is the right of all who have been searched to go if they so choose. Packing her things was far easier than she hoped, saying goodbye was not. Months after arriving Celette is still trying to figure out how she fits in, if she doesn't impress what will she do? She knows now that she will never be able to return to the hold, not after experiencing the freedom of being a woman in the weyr. Taking up duties under the headwoman has been her recent plot to make sure that even if she doesn't impress she has a place. Not to mention her abilities with instruments and teaching. Celette may have started out as a lady holder, but she is determined to end up a weyr girl.
Family: Lord Holder of Cliff Hold and Lady Holder (Siblings as well will leave open for others to make as they will.) She is the second oldest child.
Pets:
Name: Persnickety
Color: GOLD
The next egg hatched with amazing alacrity. Cracked as it already was all along one side, the French Vanilla Egg was already flaking apart in some places, slick areas of egg membrane visible through the minute holes in the shell. The hatchling inside continued to work at its egg, spreading cracks all over, until finally the egg simply collapsed into pieces as the hatchling inside pushed out from the very top.
Sitting in the ruins of her egg, with pieces of cream-coloured shell all around her, the tiny gold hatchling observed the scene around her with some measure of disdain. Whatever she saw obviously did not please her, for she let out a small huff and attempted to turn her back on those present, although she only succeeded in turning towards the people on the other side of the ring. Seemingly realizing that she couldn't actually ignore everyone here, the young gold settled for looking down her nose at all of them.
There was never any doubt about who she would go to, of course. She was surrounded by ragamuffins, simpletons and oafs, so there wasn't exactly very much competition. The tiny, delicate-looking flit simply flicked the last few flakes of shell from her tail, spread her wings, and fluttered over to Celette. Perching on one of her arms, she waited expectantly to be fed, although the bag of meat was well within her reach. But of course she wasn't going to reach in there herself.[/justify]
THE FRENCH VANILLA GOLD
Persnickety Impresses To : Celette
Appearance : This little girl is quite small and delicate, as golds go. Just making it to three feet in adult length, she is definitely among the smallest golds in the area, excepting any abnormally-sized anomalies. She's all length and no mass, four dainty legs holding up a slender body, elegant neck and sweeping tail. Her wings are like delicate paper fans, so thin you could see starlight through them if she flew above you at night. She certainly doesn't see herself as weak, though, and will constantly wear an air of arrogance and command. Her hide is bright gold, not the reddish hue that glows like a sunset, but rather a slightly green-tinged, metallic yellow that is dappled here and there with darker swathes like shadows. The only clearly recognizable marks on her body are the dark slashes that line up over the entire length of her neck and tail.
Personality : Prissy, Deliberate, Haughty, Elegant