Amara of Blue Keth | Darkened Weyr- Semi-Canon DRoP

Amara of Blue Keth Dec 31, 2011 11:05:04 GMT -8

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Post by Flame on Dec 31, 2011 11:05:04 GMT -8

Give Me The Simple!

AMARALONATHIAS

'Follow through
Make your dreams come true
Don't give up the fight
You will be alright
'Cause there's no one
Like you in the universe'

Give Me The Difficult!

Is That Really It?!?

HAIRCOLOR| Redish Brown with a lot of gray.
EYECOLOR| Blue
BUILD| Slim
HEIGHT| 5'7"
PIERCINGS| Ears
EXTRAS| Basic earings, necklaces, bracelets
FACE CLAIM| Julie andrews
SUMITUP| At five seven, amara doesn't tower over people, but she's not a small woman. Midsized really. She has a classic face, and her hair is short, with just a bit of body. She's usually dressed in pastels.

Give Me A Little More!

LIKES| Children - Children are easy to talk to, and they are so simple. She loves working with them on a daily basis.
Helping Others - Amara has a passion for helping people, and keeping them safe. She likes helping children, or hurt young adults get back on their feet.
Klah - Ah the wonderful drink that nearly everyone on pern is addicted to. It keeps her awake when she's dealing with the hurt children all night.
Friends - Where would one be with out friends? She loves to visit with them, and has many, at least by her count.
Her flits - The darling's are so cute! They are always doing something, and all are useful
Her dragon - The dragon that chose her all those years ago, how could she not love her dragon?
DISLIKES| Runnerbeasts - When she was little, a runnerbeast kicked her in the face. She still fears them.
Storms - It is a dreary time with Storms, and it just makes things more lonely for everyone, including Amara.
Slavery - She has seen what it does to the children who come in as new Candidates. It takes a lot to convince them to relax, and that no one's going to hurt them. She hates slavery for what it does to people.
STRENGTHS| Caring - Amara doesn't know how to not care. She loves everyone, and it's hard to become an enemy of this woman. Even if she doesn't like you she'll still help you.
Confident - Within herself, Amara knows who she is, and what she can do. She is not a peacekeeper, but she has a better place, right there beside the new candidates.
Motherly - She has the instincts of a mother, and yes that does mean eyes everywhere, and ears that can hear a whisper across the weyr. It's tragic actually that she never had a child.
WEAKNESSES| Children - A child can easily get her attention, and hold it for as long as the child needs, sometimes to long. She doesn't know how to say no to a hurt child.
Pain - She hates getting hurt, and has no pain tolerance.
Crying - Any child crying with get her becoming a mother hen over her but an adult crying will bring her to tears as well.
THEODDBITS| She says 'Well now', "My dear' and 'Silly' a lot.
PUTITALLTOGETHER| A strong and caring woman, Amara is willing to do anything for a child, weather they are her charges or not. She wants to comfort everyone, and that leaves people thinking they can pull something over her. It's not that easy. She's smart, but she does things with her heart, she always will.

And Who's In Your Life?!?

PARENTS| Dari, 91, Dead
Amila, 87, dead
SIBLINGS| None that she knows of
COMPANION| Keth
PETS|

NAME| Ren
DESCRIPTION| C98D00 This golden flit is small in size, and seems to be almost to small to be a gold. She's long though, even if she is not very tall. She shines like a jewel in the sunlight and can often be found around Amara's neck.
PERSONALITY| Ren is calm, quiet, and altogether non-violent. She is arrogant though, and will ignore you if she believes you are below her notice.

NAME| Casor
DESCRIPTION| 0093C9 Casor is a sleak blue, with darker blue swirls along his back and edges of his wings. He is lith, and looks like he could fade away into the blue sky. He is young only two or three.
PERSONALITY| Playful, fun, joyous, this flit likes to get into everything and bother everyone. He loves to play, and will do anything for a treat. He doesn't know his stamina and tends to tire himself out, but he still wants to play even then. Until he drops off alseep, and doesn't wake up for hours.

NAME| Telo
DESCRIPTION| 545C84 Telo is a dusky blue, with much lighter trendle's down his back, across his wings, and belly. He seems to have a star on his forhead, where the blue could almost be called white. He's a stocky fellow, with a proud head, and short limbs. He is graceful, and the oldest of the lot. He is old and so his colors are faded a bit.
PERSONALITY| Calm, stoic even, is this flit. He does get excited, but usually the blue Telo is relaxed, curled up on a desk, or across a chair arm. He seems lazy, but give him a job and it gets done fast, and efficiently. He is almost as old as his mistress and it shows.

SIGNIFICANTOTHERS| None
THEPAST| Amara was born on the western continent fifty nine years ago. She grew up on a runnerbeast breeding farm, but at the age of five she was kicked in the head, and from then on she has had a fear of these animals. A few month's after being kicked in the head she was out wandering when she came across a nest with eggs in it. Instead of looking for the mother she grabbed the eggs and went to show them to her mother. Her mother was leery of the eggs, but her father identified them as Flit eggs, and that they should keep three and give the rest away. They never knew what happened to the mother.

A few weeks later there was three squalling baby flits in their house. A queen for her mother, a little silvery red for her father, and a pretty blue for Amara. She was studius in how she took care of the little baby, and soon was deeply bonded with the quite blue. It was at this time that an influx of people started to come to her farm, and she started to meet other children. A few stayed and being that she was the eldest she ended up helping them. The children were all slave children, and had just been freed. She helped teach them how to not be afraid of everything. It was then that her passion for helping really came out.

It wasn't for four more years before she was searched. A white dragon and swooped down, told her that she was to be a dragon rider, and then her family had packed her up and sent her off. The blue flit had hidden in her coat until they were at the Weyr. From there she was astounded to see the great colors all around her. She was overwhelmed and it took a few weeks before she was brave enough to come out longer than to flitch some food and bolt.

But she'd been grabbed because there were eggs on the sands. Just a month into her stay she was called into the sands by a voice. She couldn't identify it, but her blue refused to budge from his purch on her shoulder, even when ordered off by the queen. It wasn't much later that a squalling baby was hatched. A silver. He flipped out of his egg, knocking into a few of the candidates. He knocked more over as he launched himself across the sands at one of the boys, tackled him, and squawled for food.

Amara was frightened by the dragons, more and more hatching. There were so many, and a lot of the candidates were getting hurt. She was so worried about watching the rest of the dragons she didn't notice a blue flopping her way. He pushed her over as he tried to stop, his claws sinking into her leg, and she cried out reaching for her leg, but purple eyes met her own and she froze. The flit had taken off right before this happened and now he landed again on her shoulder. Mine! Food. There! he cried in her head. Keth HUNGRY! the last word was a roar, in her head and out. She reached out yanking his foot out of her leg, and tried to stand up. Mine? Hurt? Me? Sorry! he tried to move her leg, but she stopped him carefully. "It's alright My dear." she murmured to him as she stayed still. The candidate master realized the only blue of the clutch had hatched, and yet he wasn't off the stands. The man came over and saw the blood poring down the poor girl's leg. He quickly picked her up, though the growl from the dragon made him pause. "Tell him i'm not going to hurt you." She nodded, focusing on the bright hungry spot in her head, and told him to calm down. The blue flit had taken off again and was flitting around the little blue's head, getting his attention. He wanted food to, and food was this way!

A few weeks later the young woman was fine, though she'd limp for a while. The blue was already growing, andin her opinion was the most beautiful of the clutch. The pair bonded deeply, along with the little flit, they made a cute family. Sadly no one could see a place for her to fit. She wasn't diplomatic, nor was she a fighter. But the candidate master watched her, and once she got something she ended up helping other children. He asked if once she was traindd if she'd become a sand's master, and help the young new candidates. Of course she excepted. At fifteen she was made a sands master, and at twenty she was a Candidate Master. It was at twenty one that she got her second flit, a gift from a friend. They must not have realized that they'd given her the gold, but then again the egg was small. Out came Ren, her golden flit.

Finally a few years later she was given another egg, this time for winning a raffle, and out came Casor, her other blue flit. From there she seemed happy. She was content with her job, Keth was happy dealing with the young candidates, and letting them play with him. Only Talo never let anyone but his touch him. And life has been the same ever since.

Who Are Your Companions?!? (Delete as needed)

NAME| Keth
AGE| 49
PARENTS| Gold Mithleth xXx Bronze Litenth
COLOR| 4B73A5
PERSONALITY| Sweet, endearing, funny, playful. These are all words that describe this blue. He loves to play with children, and doesn't mind talking to anyone and everyone, but bewarned, Keth can talk about everything and anything. He loves to learn a little of this or that, and he keeps his claws in all sorts of pies. He's not smart exactly, but he's no dummy. He does love young things, and will play with anything. Keth play's with his food often, driving his rider crazy, but that's just him.
DESCRIPTION| A dusky blue, this hansom dragon is getting on in his years, so he's starting to fade. Keth is a solid color, with no variations, and he's average... well everything. Nothing about him makes him look any different from any other dragon really. Around his muzzle is graying as he's aging now and looking older and older. He's often covered in paint, or peices of paper that children have used on or around him.
RIDERRANK| Candidate Master

Who's Behind That Mask?!?

I am admin.

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