Post by flitter on Mar 7, 2013 18:53:07 GMT -5
STALICI
Name: Stalici
Pronunciation: Stal-acy
Age: 20
Season Born In: Mid Spring
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Stalici has a rather average build, not too bulky and not too light. The only thing that is not rather average about her build is her legs, which are rather long. The color of her skin is a nice shade of white without much of a tan at all. She has a slightly delicate and feminine facial structure. Everything on her face is proportionate, nothing over sized and nothing under sized. Her eyes are round in shape and dark brown in color. Vivid red hair brings a nice contrast to her pale skin. It is long, going down to about her shoulder blades.
Personality:
Life is an adventure, and Stalici intends on taking full advantage of that. Whenever a new opportunity pops up she jumps right on it, never letting it pass her by. With every new opportunity comes a new adventure, and with every new adventure comes a chance to do something great. But in order to do that you need to take risks and live in the moment, something that she is more than willing to do. All too often she throws any and all possible consequences aside and takes the plunge before stopping to really think about it. This can cause a lot of trouble for her, but it also serves to help make life interesting. She believes that this behavior is completely fine and everyone should act like that. Plenty of other people consider her to be rather reckless.
Stalici is brave. She will look danger in the face and laugh, refusing to even think about anything bad possibly happening. Along with this she is rather protective of people that she becomes close to. If anyone or anything threatens them she will tackle it head-on without a single thought about her own well-being. However, aside from this protectiveness she has a rather odd way of showing affection. She tends to insult people she cares about and fire sarcastic remarks at them. This is similar to the way that she treats people she doesn't like, only she expects more from those she does like and can be down-right cruel to those she doesn't.
In Stalici's mind everything is black and white. The rebellion are good, the mutants are good, change is good. Anyone that doesn't agree with that, shows any sympathy toward those that disagree, or has any connection to them is rotten. There is no gray, only good and bad.
Stalici isn't very good with chores. Help sew up some torn clothes? She adds some extra stitching to make it look more interesting, much to the owner's despair. Cleaning some dishes? She manages to break them. Helping clean up? She moves things and forgets where she puts them, effectively hiding someones favorite pair or riding boots for two months.
Family: Sanili - Mother - Rider of blue Flavoth
Talican - Father - Handler of green Talisk
Location: Trelis or Rebellion
Rank: Dragon or Wher
History:
Stalici was born in Igen Weeyr to a wherhandler and a dragonrider. She was always a playful child, getting in to trouble wherever she went. For the first few years of her life people put up with it, after all, she was just a little girl. However, as she began to to get older people started to get sick of it. When she reached ten turns old people began giving her lots of chores in order to keep her busy. While she did try to do them she almost always found herself messing up in one way or another.
When she was twelve it was decided that something must be done to remedy this, and someone came up with the idea of making her dedicate all her time to a craft until she was old enough to stand for a dragon. When asked what craft she would like to enter what she said came as quite a surprise. She didn't want to do a craft or stand for a dragon, she wanted to become a wherhandler. Once she reached the proper age began to try for a wher, although she spent quite some time before that learning about them.
The first clutch she tried at was a gold clutch a little while after turning fifteen. In the end she completely failed to impress. This continued until one day she gave up, declaring that she was not right for a wher after all. With that she began to stand for a dragon at Igen Weyr at eighteen turns old. However, during almost two turns on the sands a dragon never so much as glanced at her. Eventually she decided to try at a different place and transferred over to Rindell, intrigued by their whole-hearted acceptance of the mutants.
