Post by hedgie on Aug 29, 2011 13:35:46 GMT -5
Username:Hedgie
Character Number: 2
Name: Dracen
Age: 19 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi..pan...I don't think she cares-sexual
Rank: Candidate (Dragon)
Birth Season" Fall
Wing:----
Status:Healthy as can be.
Appearance: 5'6", 116 lbs, long limbs, small chest, pale skin, dark hair and eyes. Shoulder-length hair, long eyelashes, normally seen carrying her dog, Hugo
It's taken her quite a long time to get there, but at nineteen turns, Dra has grown into quite a beautiful young woman. she's relatively tall, ranging in the five-foot-six range. She's tall, yes, but Dracen's also...quite properly on the slim side, weight wise. Compared to her height, this young woman is just a bit under-weight. Not that anyone could ever tell, for she really works it. Tiny waist, pretty face? That's quite the fitting definition for this candidate. Dracen has thankfully passed that awkward, gangly stage, and now her long limbs, right down to her fingers, look positively graceful. well, that's what she'd tell you if you asked her. She really does know she's pretty, and when one first meets her, she might seem a bit full of herself.
She's so very used to being told she's pretty.
You can't really blame her can you? Not a face like that!
Some may define pretty, in terms of appearance and chest size, as being on the larger side of the spectrum. Others like things on a smaller scale, and Dracen probably comes off as a rather appealing treat for those folks. Even at nineteen, she's a bit "lacking' in that department, but it's no big deal. Nothing to fuss over. Her skin is of a paler coloration, milky but not sickly, though it's hard to tell if she is sick' if you're going by skin tone, because she really is just that close to looking faintly ill. Maybe if her hair and eyes were lighter, she wouldn't look so off-color, but then again, there is the chance she would come off looking rather ghostly, and that would look much worse than just looking ill. Her hair, the thing in question, is a dark-chocolate brown in color, wavy but not quite curly, and it settles just below her shoulders. It tends to stick up if she's not paying enough attention to it, and when she first wakes up...it's a total mess, and there've been times where she's been too busy to care about the time needed to make it presentable. So to see a bed-head Dracen wandering about in the morning is no rare sight. To top it off, Dra's dark, gray-blue eyes are surrounded by long, dark eyelashes..and she's commonly seen with her alien of a dog in her arms.
So she's pretty, but in that weird, "Maybe I'll look from a very far distance" sort of pretty.
Personality:Effervescent, imaginative, mischievous, nosy, prone to daydreams and things of that manner' handles disappointment well, comes off as a bit conceited at times
Dracen, like many young people, is quite the ball of energy. She's a lively, playful thing. Animated is, well, a perfect term to describe her. Though she's pretty good at standing still some of the time, she still seems more alive than anyone really has the right to be. Being around her, one just can't help but feel even a tiny bit chipper. Some people just have that effect on others, those lucky souls.
You would think she'd have grown up to be a bit more sober in personality, but nothing really knocks this young lady down, at least, not for very long. Dracen's got a bit of a wild imagination, and she tends to daydream when left to her own devices. sometimes she'll just sit on the beach, Hugo in her arms, babbling to the dog about stories in the stars, or maybe...just what is that flitter thinking about? Life is full of grand stories, some obviously completely fabricated from her own mind, and they need to be told. She's far from childlike. There's a well-though-out feeling to her chatter. She knows, quite well, what she's doing.
As stated before, it takes a lot to knock Dracen off her feet. Being abandoned has barely shaken her. She just keeps on going, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other, that sort of thing. She takes things well, from disappointment to tragedy. We're certainly not calling her an optimist, and she does feel that loathed emotion of sadness. She just bounces back faster than most.
Though everyone strives for perfection, no one ever gets there, whether they think they have or not.
Despite all her positive traits, Dracen comes with flaws.
Even at a very young age, Dracen's parents and all their friends would compliment her on her looks. She was an adorable child who grew into a graceful young woman, a carbon copy of her mother's good looks. So it's no surprise that she may seem a little full of herself, a tad bit conceited, at first glance. She knows she's pretty, and she'll tell you about it. It can grate on people's nerves, but what she lacks in humility, she makes up for it in spirit.
It really is hard to stay mad at her.
Even when she's poking her nose where it shouldn't go. Even when she's kicking up trouble, because she just can't help herself. Life's too short to dwell on the sad stuff, to dull not to spice up with a little fun every now and again. Dra can be nosy, and she likes to cause trouble.
Some of us never do grow up the whole way.
History: Vern and Giselle were traders, and life was good, for the most part. They were really just friends for most of their lives, sticking with each other out of necessity. Life is just no fun when you spend it all alone. So they went about their business as well as they could, until a small celebration had the pair tumbling into bed together, and for more than just a nap to hopefully prevent the oncoming hangover.
She came a few sevendays later than they'd expected, a welcome gift to their world. She was named Dracen, and she was everything the pair had ever wanted. Growing up, she was told by both her parents that she was so pretty, a nearly-there angel. Everything went well, until Dra was four turns of age, when Giselle grew sick, quickly passing on.
Grief cut like so many daggers, hitting Vern the most. His daughter, the only thing he had left of his beloved Giselle, would grow up and move on. It's just how children are. Though it hurt him to look at her, the trader had promised her he'd raise their daughter to the best of his ability if anything ever happened to go wrong. Eight long years went by, and his little girl quickly grew into quite the interesting young woman, energetic and quite the troublemaker if not kept in check.
By the time she was ten, he could barely stand it anymore.
Eleven was hell.
Twelve was the last straw. He just could not take her manic energy any longer. It hurt him too much. how could she be so happy? Her mother was dead, gone! She was never coming back!
The weyr offered him an excuse. The perfect place to drop her. she was a strong girl. She would do just fine on her own. Quickly, he bought her a puppy, something to keep her happy even after he was gone. The thing, honestly, looked like a gray-and-white rat, but Dracen feel in love with him and named him Hugo. Before she could turn around and tell her beloved father, he was gone.
Forever.
Just like her mother.....
Oh well.
Cradling Hugo in her arms. Dracen found about candidacy, and fell in with the whole business rather quickly. She was old enough, anyway. Dragons where nice, hut she didn't like the idea of being up in the air. Her feet were already firm on the ground, and she wanted to keep them that way. So, obviously, whers made perfect sense...well, they did for a while. Then some things changed, some people entered her life and well, some adjustments had to made. She'll be quite an oddity one day, a girl with a dragon who's afraid to fly...
But she's always been odd. It's old news to her.
Seven turns later, and she's still biding her time, but there's plenty of that left.
The night is still young, is it not?
Family:
Vern-Father, NPC
Giselle-Mother, Deceased
Name: Hugoe
Age: 7 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Canine
Species: Canine
Appearance:
Thin, twiggy, mismatched, alien. all of these words have been used to describe Hugo, ever since the lanky creature had been placed in Dracen's arms as a pup. He really is tiny, barely bigger than a slightly large cat. This canine's head is rather large on his body, and his ears still look bat-like, as if he never really finished growing. Long and lean, Hugo is a miniature counterpart to his larger relatives. Dra can carry him in her arms if need be, really. Hugo's built to run, with long legs and a flexible body, set on such dainty paws. Overall, his coat is a slate-like gray-blue, broken up here and there with white. Snow-colored fur covers his paws, underside, and muzzle, shooting up the middle of his head to form a thin, reedy blaze. Green-gray eyes almost complete this picture of awkward elegance, but if it wasn't for Hugo's long, whip-tail, with it's subtly curled tip...he'd look like an unfinished painting.
Personality: Devoted, energetic, skittish, easily distracted.
Egg: ----
Hatching Scene:----
Parentage:-----
Character Number: 2
Name: Dracen
Age: 19 Turns
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi..pan...I don't think she cares-sexual
Rank: Candidate (Dragon)
Birth Season" Fall
Wing:----
Status:Healthy as can be.
Appearance: 5'6", 116 lbs, long limbs, small chest, pale skin, dark hair and eyes. Shoulder-length hair, long eyelashes, normally seen carrying her dog, Hugo
It's taken her quite a long time to get there, but at nineteen turns, Dra has grown into quite a beautiful young woman. she's relatively tall, ranging in the five-foot-six range. She's tall, yes, but Dracen's also...quite properly on the slim side, weight wise. Compared to her height, this young woman is just a bit under-weight. Not that anyone could ever tell, for she really works it. Tiny waist, pretty face? That's quite the fitting definition for this candidate. Dracen has thankfully passed that awkward, gangly stage, and now her long limbs, right down to her fingers, look positively graceful. well, that's what she'd tell you if you asked her. She really does know she's pretty, and when one first meets her, she might seem a bit full of herself.
She's so very used to being told she's pretty.
You can't really blame her can you? Not a face like that!
Some may define pretty, in terms of appearance and chest size, as being on the larger side of the spectrum. Others like things on a smaller scale, and Dracen probably comes off as a rather appealing treat for those folks. Even at nineteen, she's a bit "lacking' in that department, but it's no big deal. Nothing to fuss over. Her skin is of a paler coloration, milky but not sickly, though it's hard to tell if she is sick' if you're going by skin tone, because she really is just that close to looking faintly ill. Maybe if her hair and eyes were lighter, she wouldn't look so off-color, but then again, there is the chance she would come off looking rather ghostly, and that would look much worse than just looking ill. Her hair, the thing in question, is a dark-chocolate brown in color, wavy but not quite curly, and it settles just below her shoulders. It tends to stick up if she's not paying enough attention to it, and when she first wakes up...it's a total mess, and there've been times where she's been too busy to care about the time needed to make it presentable. So to see a bed-head Dracen wandering about in the morning is no rare sight. To top it off, Dra's dark, gray-blue eyes are surrounded by long, dark eyelashes..and she's commonly seen with her alien of a dog in her arms.
So she's pretty, but in that weird, "Maybe I'll look from a very far distance" sort of pretty.
Personality:Effervescent, imaginative, mischievous, nosy, prone to daydreams and things of that manner' handles disappointment well, comes off as a bit conceited at times
Dracen, like many young people, is quite the ball of energy. She's a lively, playful thing. Animated is, well, a perfect term to describe her. Though she's pretty good at standing still some of the time, she still seems more alive than anyone really has the right to be. Being around her, one just can't help but feel even a tiny bit chipper. Some people just have that effect on others, those lucky souls.
You would think she'd have grown up to be a bit more sober in personality, but nothing really knocks this young lady down, at least, not for very long. Dracen's got a bit of a wild imagination, and she tends to daydream when left to her own devices. sometimes she'll just sit on the beach, Hugo in her arms, babbling to the dog about stories in the stars, or maybe...just what is that flitter thinking about? Life is full of grand stories, some obviously completely fabricated from her own mind, and they need to be told. She's far from childlike. There's a well-though-out feeling to her chatter. She knows, quite well, what she's doing.
As stated before, it takes a lot to knock Dracen off her feet. Being abandoned has barely shaken her. She just keeps on going, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other, that sort of thing. She takes things well, from disappointment to tragedy. We're certainly not calling her an optimist, and she does feel that loathed emotion of sadness. She just bounces back faster than most.
Though everyone strives for perfection, no one ever gets there, whether they think they have or not.
Despite all her positive traits, Dracen comes with flaws.
Even at a very young age, Dracen's parents and all their friends would compliment her on her looks. She was an adorable child who grew into a graceful young woman, a carbon copy of her mother's good looks. So it's no surprise that she may seem a little full of herself, a tad bit conceited, at first glance. She knows she's pretty, and she'll tell you about it. It can grate on people's nerves, but what she lacks in humility, she makes up for it in spirit.
It really is hard to stay mad at her.
Even when she's poking her nose where it shouldn't go. Even when she's kicking up trouble, because she just can't help herself. Life's too short to dwell on the sad stuff, to dull not to spice up with a little fun every now and again. Dra can be nosy, and she likes to cause trouble.
Some of us never do grow up the whole way.
History: Vern and Giselle were traders, and life was good, for the most part. They were really just friends for most of their lives, sticking with each other out of necessity. Life is just no fun when you spend it all alone. So they went about their business as well as they could, until a small celebration had the pair tumbling into bed together, and for more than just a nap to hopefully prevent the oncoming hangover.
She came a few sevendays later than they'd expected, a welcome gift to their world. She was named Dracen, and she was everything the pair had ever wanted. Growing up, she was told by both her parents that she was so pretty, a nearly-there angel. Everything went well, until Dra was four turns of age, when Giselle grew sick, quickly passing on.
Grief cut like so many daggers, hitting Vern the most. His daughter, the only thing he had left of his beloved Giselle, would grow up and move on. It's just how children are. Though it hurt him to look at her, the trader had promised her he'd raise their daughter to the best of his ability if anything ever happened to go wrong. Eight long years went by, and his little girl quickly grew into quite the interesting young woman, energetic and quite the troublemaker if not kept in check.
By the time she was ten, he could barely stand it anymore.
Eleven was hell.
Twelve was the last straw. He just could not take her manic energy any longer. It hurt him too much. how could she be so happy? Her mother was dead, gone! She was never coming back!
The weyr offered him an excuse. The perfect place to drop her. she was a strong girl. She would do just fine on her own. Quickly, he bought her a puppy, something to keep her happy even after he was gone. The thing, honestly, looked like a gray-and-white rat, but Dracen feel in love with him and named him Hugo. Before she could turn around and tell her beloved father, he was gone.
Forever.
Just like her mother.....
Oh well.
Cradling Hugo in her arms. Dracen found about candidacy, and fell in with the whole business rather quickly. She was old enough, anyway. Dragons where nice, hut she didn't like the idea of being up in the air. Her feet were already firm on the ground, and she wanted to keep them that way. So, obviously, whers made perfect sense...well, they did for a while. Then some things changed, some people entered her life and well, some adjustments had to made. She'll be quite an oddity one day, a girl with a dragon who's afraid to fly...
But she's always been odd. It's old news to her.
Seven turns later, and she's still biding her time, but there's plenty of that left.
The night is still young, is it not?
Family:
Vern-Father, NPC
Giselle-Mother, Deceased
Name: Hugoe
Age: 7 turns
Gender: Male
Rank: Canine
Species: Canine
Appearance:
Thin, twiggy, mismatched, alien. all of these words have been used to describe Hugo, ever since the lanky creature had been placed in Dracen's arms as a pup. He really is tiny, barely bigger than a slightly large cat. This canine's head is rather large on his body, and his ears still look bat-like, as if he never really finished growing. Long and lean, Hugo is a miniature counterpart to his larger relatives. Dra can carry him in her arms if need be, really. Hugo's built to run, with long legs and a flexible body, set on such dainty paws. Overall, his coat is a slate-like gray-blue, broken up here and there with white. Snow-colored fur covers his paws, underside, and muzzle, shooting up the middle of his head to form a thin, reedy blaze. Green-gray eyes almost complete this picture of awkward elegance, but if it wasn't for Hugo's long, whip-tail, with it's subtly curled tip...he'd look like an unfinished painting.
Personality: Devoted, energetic, skittish, easily distracted.
Egg: ----
Hatching Scene:----
Parentage:-----