Abbott's Characters

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Candidate

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General Information

Character name: Shyory
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Shyory has a pair of almond shaped grayish brown eyes surrounded by long, thin, dark lashes. Her skin is a creamy color, fair and healthy enough from the lack of sunlight; she’s often confined inside with her mother, sewing up any clothes that needs to be mended or when her mother’s behind. Her face has lost most of the fat she had as a child and is slowly shaping itself like her mother’s face; her face is long and triangular with the chin slightly pointed and her cheekbones placed high. She has an average length neck, nothing to gawk at save for the prominent mole placed slightly to the right of her neck. Her fingers are long and rough from helping her mother sew. Her lips are very full, fuller than normal with one corner tipped higher than the other when she’s smiling. Her thick hair takes on a dark auburn color; her hair is naturally wavy and with the ends cut in a ragged, choppy manner. She usually leaves her side sweeping bangs alone, only tucking them under the rest of her hair when she hasn’t tied them. She very rarely lets her hair loose, tying it back as often as she can. Shyory’s quite tall and gangly; she has a pair of very long and skinny legs, often joking that she could blend in with her uncle’s runnerbeasts. She doesn’t’ have much of a figure yet, though her hips seem to be growing a bit faster than the rest of her body.
Personality:
Shyory is generally a happy character, showing her cheerful nature to anyone she comes in contact with, but she does have her flaws. Shyory's temper is quick and sharp, able to flare up to even greater heights when prodded. When she is angry, Shyory seeks ways to occupy herself, such as sewing. To go hand in hand with her fiery temper, she does not forgive easily, and will hold a grudge against said person for several fortnights before she eases up. At times, her out-spoken side helps her, but it is also the cause of her temper as well. She’s fiercely loyal to the people close to her, and she’s not afraid to protect them when she has to. The few people who are close to her are the few she can open up to fully; Shyory’s not one to open herself up to anyone she doesn’t know quite well and will leave things out if necessary.

She has an impatient side to her, detesting people who make her wait and hating herself if she ends up making others wait for her. When things don’t go the way they should, Shyory will probably fall into a bad mood. It’s not easy to distract her when she’s concentrating on something, sticking to her path like glue and her tenacious nature makes it difficult for her to let go. She’s quite the serious child for a girl her age, but is able to loosen up when around the people she loves. Out of the three siblings in her small family of four, Shyory’s a very head-strong girl and a hard worker; she doesn’t like being lazy and bored, which, to her, is a horrible way of spending her time. She tries to make her day worthwhile, seeking ways to occupy herself. She very rarely complains as she’s not one to quit so quickly; she’s considered the stubborn one in the family.
History:
Born in high Reaches Hold to a seamstress mother and a fisherman father, Shyory’s the oldest of three children, being a good three Turns older than the middle sister, Vayra. She was born in the early spring and very rarely ventured out of the walls of High Reaches Hold. As a child, Shyory was quiet, but had enough energy to cause a bit of damage; she had one close friend, Lyra, who had a personality opposite to hers. Lyra was the meek, quiet girl in the Hold, tailing Shyory like a faithful canine would and she often fell into trouble that Shyory had created. When Shyory had turned 15, Lyra married to a young harper. With a mate of her own, Lyra’s constant presence grew less and Shyory ended up integrated into her family chores more than usual.

Because of her short-temper, she’s often butting heads with her mother and aunt, while her father takes himself out of the house should an argument between his wife and daughter start. Like her younger sister, Vayra, her father’s the kind who doesn’t want to be in a conflict and prefers to live a peaceful life. It was because of her short-temper that she considered herself her father’s girl; her father being the patient one in the family seemed to be the remedy to calm her anger. Shyory’s mother is head-strong and has a temper just like her eldest daughter, which turned out to be quite disastrous when paired with someone like Shyory. During her childhood days, Shyory was the troublemaker of the house, breaking stuff and causing damage wherever she went, until her younger sister, Vayra, arrived. Forced to set an example for her two siblings, Shyory mimicked her parents, self-appointing herself as the leader of the three girls.

She’s lived a pretty normal, but mundane life of a holder girl. With this humdrum life, Shyory’s done her fair share of wishing for a life that’s a step up from her ordinary one. She loves her mother dearly, but at times she finds her mother to be anything but peaceful; she’s argued with her mother too often about her life. At fifteen, she should start looking for a man to marry, yet Shyory’s too stubborn and too picky to even attempt to find herself a mate. Living with her mother, she has taken up the duty of taking care of her two younger sisters when both her mother and aunt are unable to, rather than searching for some suitor. Life took a sharp turn when she had been searched right out of her families little niche in the hold. Although reluctant to allow her elder daughter to become a candidate, her mother had finally acquiesced on the account that Shyory’s father had cut in. She’d been tending to her sister’s dress when the searchdragon had arrived’ just like any intrigued person would do, she had followed her families’ curiosity and had stepped out of her home. It had been unnerving to have a dragon stare at her for that span of a second, but it had quickly changed into curiosity and confusion. Having lived in the Hold since birth, she hadn’t been quite sure what to do, but it had never been in her nature to linger in a state of confusion for long. Though she’s still getting used to the change of pace at the Weyr, she’s taken it like she had done with everything else tossed her way- with determination.
Goals: At the moment, make her life better. Being a seamstress isn’t exactly the most exciting job out there.
Face Claim:N/A

Candidate Information

Job prior to search: Seamstress
Impression or stand-only: Impression
Color preference: Green, Black, and Gold
Honorific: N/A

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Dragonrider

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General Information

Character name: C’ran
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
C’ran’s a pretty tall man with a lean figure; he doesn’t have a buff frame like a smithcrafter would, his muscles lean more toward the lithe. Like his figure, his face is long with a pointed chin, a pair of thin, frowning lips and stubble that he barely bothers with. His hair is a mess of dark brown that curls over the collar of his shirt and with a pair of dark brown, near black, eyes. He has the look of a mellow person who doesn’t seem to care much about what’s going on around him. His nose used to be straight, save for the crook at the bridge of his nose where he’d gotten into a fight.

Personality:
C’ran is quite the opposite of what his appearance makes him out to be. He’s not laid-back and easy going, but rather he’s a pretty serious fellow and difficult to sway. If he has one idea set in his mind, he won’t be abandoning it anytime soon and his stubborn nature can be called infamous around the Weyr. He’s not one to gab on all day long and talks only when he feels like he needs to, which means no endless rambling from C’ran; he doesn’t enjoy it when he’s stuck with someone talking endlessly either and it can clearly be seen on his face. Close-minded, he doesn’t accept new ideas quickly and doesn’t think that females should be riding dragons save for the Golds. Panicking is not in his agenda and he’s rarely in one of those moods, having little similarity to his serious expression that he often wears. When angered, he holds grudges against anyone who managed to piss him off and being C’ran, it’s difficult for him to forgive others and when he is in one of his foul moods, he can make said person’s life very miserable. Unlike his father, C’ran thinks before he dives in, and with his quick mind, he usually comes up with an answer, though the success rate is up to fate.

History:
C’ran had been on the road to becoming a Harper, a life his father led during his time at the Southern Hold. He’s an only child in his family and is often spoiled nicely enough. Because of his father’s influence, he grew up thinking much like his father; his paternal guardian was one of the men set in the old ways, that women were not meant to go any further than either impressing a Gold or the kitchens. His Harper father trained him in the basics of music, teaching him how to play on the gitar and the pipe.

As a child, he’d never been one to be too curious and preferred to stay close to his parents and learn there instead of running around outside. He was quite the serious child, having little reason to smile at anyone save for his parents and was prone to standing in his spot, quiet as usual. Preened for a Harper life, Cierov had every intention on following his father’s footsteps. He was a careful child, making sure not to get into things he couldn’t get out of, but he was at times rebellious if he felt that the situation was unfair. His father was soon transferred to Crescent cover Hold and he followed and it wasn’t long before he was searched out and made into a dragon candidate at Southern Weyr. He impressed bronze Olariath and abandoned his ideas of becoming a Harper; though he still plays the gitar every now and then, he’s not too serious about it. After turns of being a rider at the Southern Weyr, he volunteered to transfer to Dark Weyr. His reason for this is unknown, but it seems he’s intent on starting fresh and fixing his fatal flaws.

Goals: At the moment, he just wants to do a decent job and get on with his life.
Face Claim:

Dragonrider Information

Dragon name: Olariath
Dragon color: Bronze
Dragon description:
Olariath’s a dark bronze with hints of a lighter bronze color spreading up the fingers of his wings, legs and around his eyes. He’s a rather large bronze, but certainly not the largest; his wings are big, but rounded over long like the colors below him. Built more for stamina than speed, Olariath is certainly a good example of just how strong a bronze is. He has a stocky frame, well muscled and with a long tail and a shorter neck than usual.
Dragon personality:
Unlike his rider, Olariath is pretty laid-back and clam, preferring to stay out of a conflict only when necessary. He’s the opposite of his rider in some ways in that he’s less stubborn than C’ran and more open-minded than him. Because of his flexible mind, he prods his rider to relax every now and again, which is a good thing for C’ran who seems intent on the old ways. He doesn’t talk as much, a trait he picked up from his rider, and only speaks when he’s spoken to or when he feels the need to. Olariath enjoys a good joke and prefers company over being alone, unlike C’ran. Overall, it’s pretty easy to get along with Olariath, much easier than his rider.
Clutch code: #AA6600
Dragon age: 11 turns old
Rider rank: Wingsecond of Black Wing