Post by Akira on Mar 3, 2013 20:41:40 GMT -5
Naomi Scott
Name:
Pandora
Nick-Name:
Ra
Pronunciation:
Pan - Door - Ah
Age:
23 Turns
Season Born In:
Summer
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual {Male Preference}
Appearance:
Pandora is six (6) feet tall and weighs 151 pounds. She is very tall and has a small build, but more than half of her weight is muscle. She is very deceptively feminine, and delicate looking. Even though she is strong and can take care of herself, when you first look at her shape you might not think so. She might not take great care of her appearance, but most say she has a sort of radiating wild beauty about her. Pandora's hair is black, but kind of a faded black in color, and is all different lengths. The longest strand of her hair is chin length, and she never allows her hair to grow any longer than that. She thinks long hair is just way too great a hassle. She has very dark blue eyes that seem almost black and soulless at times. There are the few rare times that her eyes don't seem so dark, or soulless. During these times her eyes seem to shine with mischievous intent.
Personality:
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Confidant, strong willed, brave, loyal, trustworthy, quietly proud, patient, hard working, cunning, calculating, and somewhat playful.
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Stubborn, strong willed, EXTREMELY Blunt, cunning, calculating, cold, distrustful, persistent, and cautious.
Confidence, it is difficult to look at Pandora without seeing this trait. It's obvious from the very way that she carries herself, to the way she speaks. She never has a doubt in herself, and never feels the need for others to confirm anything for her. She hates to rely on others for anything. It doesn't matter what her situation is, she likes to do things for herself, her way. Anyone that threatens this is an enemy in her eyes. It doesn't matter who they are, an enemy is an enemy. Pandora is a very strong willed individual, and even though this can be a good thing, it is also a bad thing. This is also the reason people have called her stubborn and persistent. She never backs down from anything, even if she's on the losing end of a fight, she will never back down. She has been called cold, cunning, and calculating.
At times these traits have been a positive thing for her, and have actually helped to save her life a couple of times. Pandora is a very cautious person, but won't hold anything back when it comes to telling someone what she thinks of them. She's never really been one to hold back, and be gentle when it comes to talking to others. She says what's on her mind and doesn't care if it hurts other people's feelings. She is a very distrusting individual, and it takes a LOT to get her to open up. So if you want to be her friend, be ready for a very long fight. Pandora is a proud person, but don't expect her to go around bragging to other people. Instead, she shows her pride in her own strange way. She is a very hard working individual, and again this is where her persistence and stubbornness come into play.
She puts her all into whatever it is she's working on, and never leaves a job half finished. The only time she ever leaves something half done is if her life depends on it. Which is almost never, so don't expect her to start now. Pandora has a hidden side to her personality. It is a sweet and playful side that almost no one ever gets to see. The only time this side of her personality will show, is when someone has truly gained her complete, and unwavering trust and loyalty. Once gained, it is actually very easy to lose her trust. So be extra careful once you've gained it not to do something that you might regret later. Little has changed really, but she’s still a very cautious person, but because of Guarximuth, she has calmed down a lot, and is a little less distrusting of others.
Family:
Pan'lir - Father - 46 - Rank Unknown
Dotyala - Mother - 40 - Rank Unknown
Siblings - Unknown
Grandma - Deceased - Retired Drudge
Location:
Sollace - Trelis
Rank:
Wing Rider
Wing:
Low Wing
History
Pandora doesn't remember much of her past, except for the fact that she lost her parents when she was very young. She doesn't know what happened to her parents, or her memory. All she knows is that she can't remember anything that happened before she turned ten. Which means that her oldest memory is that of someone finding her, bloody and bruised, wondering the streets of Sollace Hold. That person took her in, and nursed her back to health.
Pandora can remember the woman that had taken her in all those turns ago. It was an elderly woman who was very sweet, and very kind to her. The old woman was a drudge in Sollace, and when Ra was strong enough, Grandma started taking her with her to work. Grandma, that's what the elderly woman had told her to call her. Soon enough Ra forgot about trying to remember her old family, and focused on Grandma. She did everything she could for the old woman, and was glad for the chance to do it.
Pandora believed that by helping Grandma with her work, she was sort of paying her back for everything that she had done for her. Though Ra never did feel that she had ever done enough to pay back the old woman. When Ra turned sixteen a very bad storm hit Sollace, and unfortunately, that storm killed the only person she had ever loved. Now it is the beginning of a new turn, and Ra is living in Trelis Weyr with the rest of the refugees. Even though she hasn't made any connections with anyone in the Weyr, she has started to think of the place as home.
Zirin said:
The Lost Sun Brown kept his stance as he attempted to attract the attention of his evil sibling. His shoulders drooped when his challenge to her went unheeded. Should he just rush in and attack? No, that was not the honourable course. He needed a duel! And a fair maiden to protect as well. He grumbled as his oddly coloured sibling hatched out of his egg, but purred when the obsidian entered the world. There was his damsel in distress! He would protect her from the menacing beast.
He chuckled awkwardly to himself when the sub-queen proved how capable she was. Well, it appeared his sister had put the monster in her place. An awkward fidget was seen as he tried to figure out what to do now, completely confused by the strange turn of events. So he wasn't needed here... no matter! There were injustices elsewhere in the world and he would see to them instead! Ha ha! His sister could hold the fort here, she could be his home base! Pleased with the result, the Lost Sun Brown turned about and finally looked at the gathered candidates.
A-ha! The next great battle for justice! One of these humans needed him! Now which one was it? With a snort the Lost Sun Brown flicked his tail and stared down at the humans before him before beginning to wander. He went first to the boys, walking by each and stopping in front of each, one at a time, to look them in the eyes, like a Sergeant with his recruits, he judged each one. Occasionally he would poke or prod at one with his snout, as if testing their physical strength; however, none seemed to match up to his desires. With a let down nicker of sorts, he left the boys behind and turned his attention on the girls.
He had wanted someone strong and brave, not a damsel in distress.. but there had been none that matched in the boys. So, one by one he repeated the process to the girls, but again, none seemed to match what he needed. His eyes began to show the hint of worry as he returned to march through the boys a second time. Where was his partner? The Lost Sun Brown looked defeated. His wings, previously held high to display his saddle-like marking, we now drooped low as he trumpeted for His.
There was no one on the sands for him. Had his quest for justice been cut short already? He had failed his first act of honour and justice, and now he was paying the price, was that it? No! No there had to be more! His was out there, he could feel it! His would show themself soon and they could begin to rid the world of all the nasty things in life.
The Lost Sun Brown's eyes shot to the stands; if there was none of the sands for him then surely someone up there must be meant to meet him. His eyes swept over the stands and finally settled on a woman. One who looked strong. Yes... yes she was the right one.
A-ha! I see thee now, mine loyal deputy! His booming voice echoed in the mind of only one person in the stands, but to her it would likely feel like he had been right beside her. Getting a bird's eye view I see. Very clever! Thine view of injustices must be great from such a height. But come now, Pandora. Come down here so we might collaborate thy views with mine own. He paced restlessly on the sands, his eyes never leaving the woman's form. A loud growl rose from his empty stomach. I suppose mine stomach has other plans; however. Might thee hurry down so thine Guarximuth might eat before our glorious quest?
The Lost Sun Brown kept his stance as he attempted to attract the attention of his evil sibling. His shoulders drooped when his challenge to her went unheeded. Should he just rush in and attack? No, that was not the honourable course. He needed a duel! And a fair maiden to protect as well. He grumbled as his oddly coloured sibling hatched out of his egg, but purred when the obsidian entered the world. There was his damsel in distress! He would protect her from the menacing beast.
He chuckled awkwardly to himself when the sub-queen proved how capable she was. Well, it appeared his sister had put the monster in her place. An awkward fidget was seen as he tried to figure out what to do now, completely confused by the strange turn of events. So he wasn't needed here... no matter! There were injustices elsewhere in the world and he would see to them instead! Ha ha! His sister could hold the fort here, she could be his home base! Pleased with the result, the Lost Sun Brown turned about and finally looked at the gathered candidates.
A-ha! The next great battle for justice! One of these humans needed him! Now which one was it? With a snort the Lost Sun Brown flicked his tail and stared down at the humans before him before beginning to wander. He went first to the boys, walking by each and stopping in front of each, one at a time, to look them in the eyes, like a Sergeant with his recruits, he judged each one. Occasionally he would poke or prod at one with his snout, as if testing their physical strength; however, none seemed to match up to his desires. With a let down nicker of sorts, he left the boys behind and turned his attention on the girls.
He had wanted someone strong and brave, not a damsel in distress.. but there had been none that matched in the boys. So, one by one he repeated the process to the girls, but again, none seemed to match what he needed. His eyes began to show the hint of worry as he returned to march through the boys a second time. Where was his partner? The Lost Sun Brown looked defeated. His wings, previously held high to display his saddle-like marking, we now drooped low as he trumpeted for His.
There was no one on the sands for him. Had his quest for justice been cut short already? He had failed his first act of honour and justice, and now he was paying the price, was that it? No! No there had to be more! His was out there, he could feel it! His would show themself soon and they could begin to rid the world of all the nasty things in life.
The Lost Sun Brown's eyes shot to the stands; if there was none of the sands for him then surely someone up there must be meant to meet him. His eyes swept over the stands and finally settled on a woman. One who looked strong. Yes... yes she was the right one.
A-ha! I see thee now, mine loyal deputy! His booming voice echoed in the mind of only one person in the stands, but to her it would likely feel like he had been right beside her. Getting a bird's eye view I see. Very clever! Thine view of injustices must be great from such a height. But come now, Pandora. Come down here so we might collaborate thy views with mine own. He paced restlessly on the sands, his eyes never leaving the woman's form. A loud growl rose from his empty stomach. I suppose mine stomach has other plans; however. Might thee hurry down so thine Guarximuth might eat before our glorious quest?
Pandora and Guarximuth can still hear the screams and cries of the other dragons from when Loraketh died. It was at that moment that the young brown weyrling stopped fighting her dragon tooth and nail. It was Guarximuth’s mother that had died, and that’s something that she can relate to. She’s never really known her real parents, but she remembers what it was like when she lost Grandma. So after that point Ra really started to open her heart to the brown dragon that had a way to just drive her nuts at times. But in no way does she not actually love him, though she might not actually say that out loud. She almost never leaves the male’s side, and he almost never leaves her. It has become quite the common sight to see them walking around the Weyr side by side.
Pandora and Guarximuth have been working harder than ever to try and right all the wrongs within Trelis Weyr, but that’s become a lot harder than anyone would have ever guessed now that Ar’rex and the Istan riders are back. Things seem to have gone from bad to worse in the opinion of these two weyrlings. It might not seem like it on first glance, but these two really don’t have a side in all of this fighting. They don’t dislike the mutations, but they don’t exactly like them either. It all comes down to who is doing what’s right and who’s doing what’s wrong. That’s all that these two care about, and by no means do they ever wish to join a side. Of course they must keep their thoughts to themselves around most people, and have to keep a wary eye on everything they do and say.
It’s been two turns since all of the chaos happened at Trelis, and things seemed to have calmed down, but these two are still doing everything in their powers to make sure that no evil shall remain in Trelis. (Will add more later as it comes.)
Guarximuth
Name:
Guarximuth
Pronunciation:
Gar-zih-muh-th
Age:
4 Turns
Rank:
Brown
Size:
35 Feet
Color Codes:
Base: B8A98F
Marking 1: DBD2C2
Marking 2: 7B694A
Appearance:
A sturdy, muscular brown who sits just above average in the size scale. His body is the perfect example of toned beauty, with just the right amount of muscle to show off his strength and intimidate where necessary, but also subtle enough that he doesn't look abnormal or overly bulky. He has pretty average anatomy, as far as browns go. His neck and tail are both perfectly proportioned to his body, and wings are just the right size to carry him with a fair balance of speed and stamina. It is easy to see, however, that the bulk of his muscle seems to be formed in his front legs, wings and chest.
His hide is a light, mocha brown colour that spreads across his form in soft bumps of shadow and light, much like the foam on the top of a cappuccino. His muzzle, wings and tail are almost white in colour, as if acting the part of the frothed milk. His markings, however, are a darker, nutmeg colour and look more like a bridle and saddle than natural markings.
Personality:
Guarximuth is a dedicated dragon, believing his call in life is to uphold the justice system at any cost. He is brave, daring, and bold, without an ounce of cowardice. He can be quite intimidating when he sets his sights on something, as he will follow through with his goals until the bitter end. He is the type of dragon who keeps his friends close and his enemies on the run, and could one day be quite the leader. He is usually a well behaved dragon, but even he has his limits and will occasionally disobey for the sake of justice, and sometimes friendship. Strangely enough, his favourite treat is fruit, such as apples.
Mind-Voice:
You there! Pandora! Something foul is afoot, I can feel it. Hurry, we must prepare and put a stop to it!
A strong-willed fellow, Guarximuth's voice is just as powerful as the rest of him. Gruff and booming, he leaves no doubt in anyone's mind that he means business. He tends to use thee, thy and thine in place of the you pronoun, and mine in place of my. Though, he has started to do that a little less than he used to with Pandora and others, but mostly with Pandora. That way he doesn't have to try and explain himself to her so often.
Why:
Pandora, my partner, you have all the things I need in a deputy. Your confidence, strength, loyalty, not to mention your cunning, calculative nature, will all be a great asset in our quest for justice. We will do well, you and I.
