Post by Seven on Mar 18, 2013 15:58:06 GMT -5
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PB: Brittany Markert
Name Assaila
Pronunciation uh-SAY-luh
Age 23 Turns
Season Born in Spring
Gender Female
Sexuality Bisexual, female preference
Appearance
Assaila is almost five foot, eight inches with long flowing blonde hair which is, mostly straight. Her eyes are a startling blue color set under arching eyebrows. Her nose, small, though long, sits above lovely, full, if pale lips. Her skin is alabaster and shows just how pampered she really is. She takes great pride in her appearance and her beauty to the point of expecting men to fall at her feet because of it. She is, admittedly, striking in appearance and form with a nearly perfect hourglass figure and wonderful proportions. Though her eyes are a bit large and her nose a bit long, with high cheek bones, she sees little problem. Her more square jaw makes her appear stubborn. Perhaps that is a good thing because, honestly, she is. She can look gentle when she deems to, but most often... she looks the part that she plays. The ice princess... and the temptress. Speaking of
Assaila carries herself with a grace and dignity that most would find to be uncommon. Her grace in movement is nearly unparalleled by most and could be extremely useful to a swordsman. Too bad she isn't one. She loves to wear lace and fine fabrics. She hates to wear pants and a simple tunic. She will, if she can help it, always wear a dress - which must be in good taste by her standards. Her hair is almost always worn down. She couldn't stand to wear it in any simple style other than in such a state. It must be lovely and beautiful and flowing. She must be lovely, beautiful, and eye catching at all times.
Her hands are not entirely unblemished, despite what she would like others to think. She in fact, would rather be assumed to have always been pampered and spoiled rather than admit what she has gone through to come to where she is now. Though, in truth, it is not much better.
Personality
Assaila would like to think that she is entirely independent, but the truth of the matter is that she is utterly reliant on others. Men precisely. The very loathsome creatures she has been trying to do her whole life without. It isn't that she needs them in an overt way - but she needs them all the same. She manipulates them for her own gain, for what she wants. She is childish and selfish by nature. It doesn't matter to her who gets hurt in the process, but she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. And that includes the attentions of whatever man she so desires for whatever reason.
She knows no boundaries when it comes to her own gain and to the gain of those she claims to care about. She is a heart breaker and she likes it that way. She is extremely skilled in leading both men and women on. She enjoys it, in fact. She is sly and devilish with a cunning and sly mind and the wiles of a cat. She is so... subtle about her manipulations it is difficult to follow them.
She doesn't enjoy others pain, but is rather calloused from it. Wealth and power are all that she thinks matter to her, but the truth of it is, that she values and loves others just as much if not more than herself if she would only get over her childishness and grow up. However... that seems to be something Assaila is particularly incapable of. And by the time she realizes it, she is likely to be on her death bed.
She, as stated before, does not particularly care for men. They are evil beings for the most part in her eyes simply because, in most situations, they always seem to have all the power. Even where there is a queen and a Weyrwoman, it is the Weyrleader who has the final say. That has caused her to feel more anger than anything else. She has a hard time yielding control of her fate to anyone. It doesn't help that she has been harmed by men again and again in her past and has simply taken that heart break and pain and put it onto them all.
It is odd how she deals with this... dislike of men in general. By putting on coy expression and weaseling her way into their hearts. Though... she was more careful about it when she was married...
Her daughter is positively spoiled and doted on. She is the sweetest child in the world in her mother's eyes and the simply most adorable and most wonderful... But what mother doesn't think as much of her daughter? Though... her daughter doesn't take it quite as for granted as her mother.
Family (if any)
Annaliese - Daugther, 8 Turns
Endesor - Husband, (42 Turns) Deceased
Amalisia - Mother, (15 Turns) Deceased
Sallidor - Father, Nobleman, 43 Turns
Emillia - Step Mother, 32 Turns
Location Trelis Weyr
Rank Dual Candidate
History
It was twenty-one turns ago that Assaila was born to a nobleman, not quite a lord, of a small, yet to be named hold outside of Trelis Weyr. They hold is still not truly established and acts more as a settlement. He took a wife, a young woman from one of the larger holds, though she was the youngest and only thirteen turns at the time. It wasn't unheard of for such a young woman to be married off at the age.
She became pregnant at the age of fifteen turns and gave birth to Assaila. Unfortunately... her mother, Amalisia, suffered complications and did not make it long after childbirth. Her father, Sallidor, was not a particularly kind man, but he did dote on and spoil the child to know end. He taught her to be demanding, impertinent, selfish, and... to remain childish in that he, when he tired of her insentient demands, just gave her what she wanted. Including, at the age of five, her brown flitter.
However, things changed about the time her father took his second wife, again from one of the larger holds on Pern in order to try to improve his own small settlement. She wasn't the princess anymore. At five turns, she was still spoiled all the way through. She got all she could want, but not from her father. Her step mother felt bad for her because... upon her arrival, she found a girl who had been beaten for the sake of "putting her in her place". She did her best to shield the young girl.
Though this second wife was older than the first, she was still young, but not as young as her own mother had been. She gave birth to a son... It was fine at first, but as her new half brother took more presidency, the more her father seemed to deem her a waste in his home.
He got her out from under foot not by having someone else raise her, but by sending her to the Healer Hall to be apprenticed there as soon as she was old enough to be accepted.
She loathed it. She loathed the control that others had over her. She especially loathed her father and the master who taught her. She would, as she grew, learn just how to get what she wanted... Even if it wasn't always by the best means. She didn't mind selling out her heart and her soul, even at its deepest part to get what she wanted and what she felt she needed. She would never let anyone forsake her like her father had again. Though, as she grew into her teenage years, she soon found that they did, quite often.
However, when she was fifteen Turns, her father sent fro her and brought her back to marry a son of a High Reaches Lord Holder. And she did. She turned sixteen turns when she had her first child. Endesor, at first, seemed to be a good man, but she hardly knew him and he spent little time with her. But... she found that he was exacting and cruel and demanding. Her daughter, Annaliese, though spent time with her mother, was primarily raised by others. And Assaila did not like it. Annaliese was her daughter and because of that, she spoiled her the best she could. She was careful to keep her child from the cruelty and anger of her father. His temper was renowned and often... she felt that anger. Though he had never hurt her in any permanent way.
It came down to a point, though, when she was eighteen turns and had yet to produce another child, or a male heir specifically, for her husband that she felt his wrath again. He was drunk and angry... and she defied him. Her head strong nature had prompted her to stand up to him and this time... he was really going to beat her. Assaila wasted little time in defending herself, though she had not meant to do it... It had slipped. The knife that had been in her hand when she lifted them in defense... lodged itself in the man's throat.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't understand... It was good they had been alone... but she didn't have long. She grabbed a bag with her things and went for her child. It was by the help of the woman caring for her child and a particular guard - a guard she had convinced she loved him in order to gain some measure of protection from, that helped her to escape before the body was found. she does not know what has happened to him.
What was she to do, though, a mostly untrained girl with a daughter... She got married again. This time to an older man in a caravan. He died of sickness and her fake mourning, though convincing, only lasted as long as it took her to reach the island and Sollace Hold. There she turned to the oldest occupation known to man. And from there... she did her best to keep her child out of it. She had some friends she felt she could leave the girl with... but... For how long could she keep her from the truth?
Beyond that, Assaila manipulated and swindled men with word and deed and most didn't eve know. Most would walk away happier than when they came. She only gained in her cunning and sly nature as time wore on. And of all that she earned, which was quite a bit in all honesty, she used a bulk to pamper and spoil her young Annaliese.
When the storm hit... That was her first experience of the Weyr. The storm means little to her as she and her daughter were not personally affected too much... other than going to the Weyr. Assaila find the Weyr frustrating, confining and too open. She has too much freedom and too much restriction all at once. She sees how the queens are to rule, but it is the Weyrleader who has final say and it aggravates her to no end.
She wants for her daughter or even for herself, due to this, to ride a queen and prove that the queen can take true control. Though... that is unlikely to ever happen. She took to a brown rider by name of J'degar before long after coming there. Sometimes she thinks him quite the idiot. But... she does care for him, as much as she does not want to admit it.
Assaila doesn't care for the rebellion or for either faction. She sees it as pointless. You can't kill off the new colors and it is wrong to do so. Just get over it and continue in the work. That is what she believes should be done.
When Assaila came to the Weyr, she immediately set her eyes on a brown rider by name of J'degar to be her future mate. It did so happen that she fell in love with him and he with her... but whens he Impressed it drove an irreparable wedge between them. When the brown rider left two turns ago, the young woman was still angry and hurt. Her daughter didn't understand why her "papa" had left them, still pining after the old Brown Rider and his brown dragon Syphraelth that she looks up to.
It seems the rider has returned and she is just as angry with him as before for turning his back on her - or at least she feels he turned his back on her and she is more than happy to look elsewhere for the love she wants.
Craft Healer/Pillowcrafter
Ranking Apprentice/--
Strengths Minor injuries, burn treatment, wound treatment, treating illness/Luring men
Weaknesses Studying, major trama care
Pet Brown Anori (From Surprise Bag)
Name Anori
Pronunciation Ah-nor-ri
Age 20 Turns
Type Firelizard
Rank Brown
Size 30 inches
Color Codes
aa6a2f, 816f4c, and 5a1e00
Personality/Appearance This flitter is a rather docile, but happy little beast. He adores His and would give his life for her. he is a rather rich brown with a somewhat green-brown and red brown markings. He is a decidedly well proportioned and handsome little beast.
Impressed To: Assaila
Pronunciation: Gore-gen-awth
Age: 2 Turns
Rank: Green
Size: 22 Feet (4.4 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
Body: 4d881d, 184409
Markings: bacdab
Belly: e1e351
Appearance:
Gorganoth is a long lady, but don't assume that she is weak. Though her tail and neck are obscenely long and make up most of her length, every inch of her body is pure, but subtle muscle and her strength is not to be underestimated. Her head knobs are abnormally long and thin, causing them to hang down and bounce when she moved. Her legs are short and close to her body, accenting the sheer length of her form. Her wings as well are short and broad. From a young age, Gorganoth with portray a strange habit of weaving her body back and forth when she moves; from above she will almost seem to move like a snake. There is little doubt she'll have the same weaving habit when she flies.
Her hide is a variety of colours. Her stomach begins with a bright, yellow-green that darkens the farther from her belly you travel until, along her spine and wings, it becomes a deep emerald green. Her spine and the front of her legs are speckled with grey-green and dark green spots. Though her hide is as soft as any other dragon's, there is an almost scaly feeling to the green sections of her hide. She has two sets of scars, one over her left, partially-blind eye and the other along her neck. Both were obtained on her hatching day and will likely never truly disappear.
That texture, much like her colour, changes the farther one goes on her limbs. Her wings, feet and neck change from green to a soft, green-tinged grey colour, darkening as you get farther from the center of her body. In a strange way, it almost looks like the gray is slowly spreading over her body, though it is simply an illusion. The scaly texture of her hide changes into a strange dry, cracked texture, as if her hide is made of stone. No matter how well-oiled she is, that cracked texture will never disappear.
Personality:
Headstrong, Vain, Vocal, 'Flawless in her own eyes', Rash
Gorganoth is a vocal dragoness. She's not one to sit back and avoid the limelight. No, this green is a headstrong lady who believes she should be first in everything, and why not? In her own eyes, she is perfect. Gorganoth is a vain dragon. She tends to live by the motto of 'Anything you can do I can do better' and will not let a chance to prove that pass her by. She's very vocal about her self-confidence as well and will go through great pains to tell those around her how much better she is.
Because she believes herself to be perfect, Gorganoth has a hard time seeing her own flaws. As such, when something goes wrong or she somehow fails, it is always someone else's fault. Gorganoth won't hesitate to even blame her own rider from time to time. After blaming others, she tends to withdraw into herself and can throw quite the temper tantrum.
This green is rather rash. She doesn't take time to think before acting or speaking and as such is not the type to hang back and let others do things first. Friendships may be hard for Gorganoth, but the few friends she does manage to make she will defend with her life.
Mind-Voice
Look at how she flaunts herself. What a fool! As if her hide is better than mine. Why, mine is as green as the grass!
Unlike the greens of her hide, Gorganoth's voice is in no way pretty. A relatively high, feminine voice, it would be rather beautiful if it wasn't for her strange habit of inserting hisses and strange cracking sounds as she speaks.
Other
Due to an injury received at her hatching, Gorganoth's left eye can only see shapes and shadows.
Inspiration:
Gorganoth’s inspiration was the story of the Gorgon Medusa, a vain woman who believed herself better than the gods and was turned into a monster as punishment for her foolish boasting. She became a hideous woman with snakes for hair and the ability to turn those who looked at her stone. Nesteith’s personality is based on Medusa before she became a monster. Her appearance is based on a green tree python, with the grey sections symbolizing the belief that she could turn others (and herself) to stone. Her name is based on the term Gorgon.
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Assaila
Assaila
PB: Brittany Markert
Name Assaila
Pronunciation uh-SAY-luh
Age 23 Turns
Season Born in Spring
Gender Female
Sexuality Bisexual, female preference
Appearance
Assaila is almost five foot, eight inches with long flowing blonde hair which is, mostly straight. Her eyes are a startling blue color set under arching eyebrows. Her nose, small, though long, sits above lovely, full, if pale lips. Her skin is alabaster and shows just how pampered she really is. She takes great pride in her appearance and her beauty to the point of expecting men to fall at her feet because of it. She is, admittedly, striking in appearance and form with a nearly perfect hourglass figure and wonderful proportions. Though her eyes are a bit large and her nose a bit long, with high cheek bones, she sees little problem. Her more square jaw makes her appear stubborn. Perhaps that is a good thing because, honestly, she is. She can look gentle when she deems to, but most often... she looks the part that she plays. The ice princess... and the temptress. Speaking of
Assaila carries herself with a grace and dignity that most would find to be uncommon. Her grace in movement is nearly unparalleled by most and could be extremely useful to a swordsman. Too bad she isn't one. She loves to wear lace and fine fabrics. She hates to wear pants and a simple tunic. She will, if she can help it, always wear a dress - which must be in good taste by her standards. Her hair is almost always worn down. She couldn't stand to wear it in any simple style other than in such a state. It must be lovely and beautiful and flowing. She must be lovely, beautiful, and eye catching at all times.
Her hands are not entirely unblemished, despite what she would like others to think. She in fact, would rather be assumed to have always been pampered and spoiled rather than admit what she has gone through to come to where she is now. Though, in truth, it is not much better.
Personality
"She is a witch! That girl! OH! She uses men up like they are nothing and they don't even realize it!"
Assaila would like to think that she is entirely independent, but the truth of the matter is that she is utterly reliant on others. Men precisely. The very loathsome creatures she has been trying to do her whole life without. It isn't that she needs them in an overt way - but she needs them all the same. She manipulates them for her own gain, for what she wants. She is childish and selfish by nature. It doesn't matter to her who gets hurt in the process, but she will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. And that includes the attentions of whatever man she so desires for whatever reason.
She knows no boundaries when it comes to her own gain and to the gain of those she claims to care about. She is a heart breaker and she likes it that way. She is extremely skilled in leading both men and women on. She enjoys it, in fact. She is sly and devilish with a cunning and sly mind and the wiles of a cat. She is so... subtle about her manipulations it is difficult to follow them.
She doesn't enjoy others pain, but is rather calloused from it. Wealth and power are all that she thinks matter to her, but the truth of it is, that she values and loves others just as much if not more than herself if she would only get over her childishness and grow up. However... that seems to be something Assaila is particularly incapable of. And by the time she realizes it, she is likely to be on her death bed.
She, as stated before, does not particularly care for men. They are evil beings for the most part in her eyes simply because, in most situations, they always seem to have all the power. Even where there is a queen and a Weyrwoman, it is the Weyrleader who has the final say. That has caused her to feel more anger than anything else. She has a hard time yielding control of her fate to anyone. It doesn't help that she has been harmed by men again and again in her past and has simply taken that heart break and pain and put it onto them all.
It is odd how she deals with this... dislike of men in general. By putting on coy expression and weaseling her way into their hearts. Though... she was more careful about it when she was married...
Her daughter is positively spoiled and doted on. She is the sweetest child in the world in her mother's eyes and the simply most adorable and most wonderful... But what mother doesn't think as much of her daughter? Though... her daughter doesn't take it quite as for granted as her mother.
Family (if any)
Annaliese - Daugther, 8 Turns
Endesor - Husband, (42 Turns) Deceased
Amalisia - Mother, (15 Turns) Deceased
Sallidor - Father, Nobleman, 43 Turns
Emillia - Step Mother, 32 Turns
Location Trelis Weyr
Rank Dual Candidate
History
"Some people have to work to be that horrible. But to some, it just comes natural."
It was twenty-one turns ago that Assaila was born to a nobleman, not quite a lord, of a small, yet to be named hold outside of Trelis Weyr. They hold is still not truly established and acts more as a settlement. He took a wife, a young woman from one of the larger holds, though she was the youngest and only thirteen turns at the time. It wasn't unheard of for such a young woman to be married off at the age.
She became pregnant at the age of fifteen turns and gave birth to Assaila. Unfortunately... her mother, Amalisia, suffered complications and did not make it long after childbirth. Her father, Sallidor, was not a particularly kind man, but he did dote on and spoil the child to know end. He taught her to be demanding, impertinent, selfish, and... to remain childish in that he, when he tired of her insentient demands, just gave her what she wanted. Including, at the age of five, her brown flitter.
However, things changed about the time her father took his second wife, again from one of the larger holds on Pern in order to try to improve his own small settlement. She wasn't the princess anymore. At five turns, she was still spoiled all the way through. She got all she could want, but not from her father. Her step mother felt bad for her because... upon her arrival, she found a girl who had been beaten for the sake of "putting her in her place". She did her best to shield the young girl.
Though this second wife was older than the first, she was still young, but not as young as her own mother had been. She gave birth to a son... It was fine at first, but as her new half brother took more presidency, the more her father seemed to deem her a waste in his home.
He got her out from under foot not by having someone else raise her, but by sending her to the Healer Hall to be apprenticed there as soon as she was old enough to be accepted.
She loathed it. She loathed the control that others had over her. She especially loathed her father and the master who taught her. She would, as she grew, learn just how to get what she wanted... Even if it wasn't always by the best means. She didn't mind selling out her heart and her soul, even at its deepest part to get what she wanted and what she felt she needed. She would never let anyone forsake her like her father had again. Though, as she grew into her teenage years, she soon found that they did, quite often.
However, when she was fifteen Turns, her father sent fro her and brought her back to marry a son of a High Reaches Lord Holder. And she did. She turned sixteen turns when she had her first child. Endesor, at first, seemed to be a good man, but she hardly knew him and he spent little time with her. But... she found that he was exacting and cruel and demanding. Her daughter, Annaliese, though spent time with her mother, was primarily raised by others. And Assaila did not like it. Annaliese was her daughter and because of that, she spoiled her the best she could. She was careful to keep her child from the cruelty and anger of her father. His temper was renowned and often... she felt that anger. Though he had never hurt her in any permanent way.
It came down to a point, though, when she was eighteen turns and had yet to produce another child, or a male heir specifically, for her husband that she felt his wrath again. He was drunk and angry... and she defied him. Her head strong nature had prompted her to stand up to him and this time... he was really going to beat her. Assaila wasted little time in defending herself, though she had not meant to do it... It had slipped. The knife that had been in her hand when she lifted them in defense... lodged itself in the man's throat.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't understand... It was good they had been alone... but she didn't have long. She grabbed a bag with her things and went for her child. It was by the help of the woman caring for her child and a particular guard - a guard she had convinced she loved him in order to gain some measure of protection from, that helped her to escape before the body was found. she does not know what has happened to him.
What was she to do, though, a mostly untrained girl with a daughter... She got married again. This time to an older man in a caravan. He died of sickness and her fake mourning, though convincing, only lasted as long as it took her to reach the island and Sollace Hold. There she turned to the oldest occupation known to man. And from there... she did her best to keep her child out of it. She had some friends she felt she could leave the girl with... but... For how long could she keep her from the truth?
Beyond that, Assaila manipulated and swindled men with word and deed and most didn't eve know. Most would walk away happier than when they came. She only gained in her cunning and sly nature as time wore on. And of all that she earned, which was quite a bit in all honesty, she used a bulk to pamper and spoil her young Annaliese.
When the storm hit... That was her first experience of the Weyr. The storm means little to her as she and her daughter were not personally affected too much... other than going to the Weyr. Assaila find the Weyr frustrating, confining and too open. She has too much freedom and too much restriction all at once. She sees how the queens are to rule, but it is the Weyrleader who has final say and it aggravates her to no end.
She wants for her daughter or even for herself, due to this, to ride a queen and prove that the queen can take true control. Though... that is unlikely to ever happen. She took to a brown rider by name of J'degar before long after coming there. Sometimes she thinks him quite the idiot. But... she does care for him, as much as she does not want to admit it.
Assaila doesn't care for the rebellion or for either faction. She sees it as pointless. You can't kill off the new colors and it is wrong to do so. Just get over it and continue in the work. That is what she believes should be done.
When Assaila came to the Weyr, she immediately set her eyes on a brown rider by name of J'degar to be her future mate. It did so happen that she fell in love with him and he with her... but whens he Impressed it drove an irreparable wedge between them. When the brown rider left two turns ago, the young woman was still angry and hurt. Her daughter didn't understand why her "papa" had left them, still pining after the old Brown Rider and his brown dragon Syphraelth that she looks up to.
It seems the rider has returned and she is just as angry with him as before for turning his back on her - or at least she feels he turned his back on her and she is more than happy to look elsewhere for the love she wants.
Craft Healer/Pillowcrafter
Ranking Apprentice/--
Strengths Minor injuries, burn treatment, wound treatment, treating illness/Luring men
Weaknesses Studying, major trama care
Pet Brown Anori (From Surprise Bag)
Name Anori
Pronunciation Ah-nor-ri
Age 20 Turns
Type Firelizard
Rank Brown
Size 30 inches
Color Codes
aa6a2f, 816f4c, and 5a1e00
Personality/Appearance This flitter is a rather docile, but happy little beast. He adores His and would give his life for her. he is a rather rich brown with a somewhat green-brown and red brown markings. He is a decidedly well proportioned and handsome little beast.
Looking Glass Green Gorganoth
Impressed To: Assaila
Pronunciation: Gore-gen-awth
Age: 2 Turns
Rank: Green
Size: 22 Feet (4.4 Feet at Hatching)
Color Codes:
Body: 4d881d, 184409
Markings: bacdab
Belly: e1e351
Appearance:
Gorganoth is a long lady, but don't assume that she is weak. Though her tail and neck are obscenely long and make up most of her length, every inch of her body is pure, but subtle muscle and her strength is not to be underestimated. Her head knobs are abnormally long and thin, causing them to hang down and bounce when she moved. Her legs are short and close to her body, accenting the sheer length of her form. Her wings as well are short and broad. From a young age, Gorganoth with portray a strange habit of weaving her body back and forth when she moves; from above she will almost seem to move like a snake. There is little doubt she'll have the same weaving habit when she flies.
Her hide is a variety of colours. Her stomach begins with a bright, yellow-green that darkens the farther from her belly you travel until, along her spine and wings, it becomes a deep emerald green. Her spine and the front of her legs are speckled with grey-green and dark green spots. Though her hide is as soft as any other dragon's, there is an almost scaly feeling to the green sections of her hide. She has two sets of scars, one over her left, partially-blind eye and the other along her neck. Both were obtained on her hatching day and will likely never truly disappear.
That texture, much like her colour, changes the farther one goes on her limbs. Her wings, feet and neck change from green to a soft, green-tinged grey colour, darkening as you get farther from the center of her body. In a strange way, it almost looks like the gray is slowly spreading over her body, though it is simply an illusion. The scaly texture of her hide changes into a strange dry, cracked texture, as if her hide is made of stone. No matter how well-oiled she is, that cracked texture will never disappear.
Personality:
Headstrong, Vain, Vocal, 'Flawless in her own eyes', Rash
Gorganoth is a vocal dragoness. She's not one to sit back and avoid the limelight. No, this green is a headstrong lady who believes she should be first in everything, and why not? In her own eyes, she is perfect. Gorganoth is a vain dragon. She tends to live by the motto of 'Anything you can do I can do better' and will not let a chance to prove that pass her by. She's very vocal about her self-confidence as well and will go through great pains to tell those around her how much better she is.
Because she believes herself to be perfect, Gorganoth has a hard time seeing her own flaws. As such, when something goes wrong or she somehow fails, it is always someone else's fault. Gorganoth won't hesitate to even blame her own rider from time to time. After blaming others, she tends to withdraw into herself and can throw quite the temper tantrum.
This green is rather rash. She doesn't take time to think before acting or speaking and as such is not the type to hang back and let others do things first. Friendships may be hard for Gorganoth, but the few friends she does manage to make she will defend with her life.
Mind-Voice
Look at how she flaunts herself. What a fool! As if her hide is better than mine. Why, mine is as green as the grass!
Unlike the greens of her hide, Gorganoth's voice is in no way pretty. A relatively high, feminine voice, it would be rather beautiful if it wasn't for her strange habit of inserting hisses and strange cracking sounds as she speaks.
Other
Due to an injury received at her hatching, Gorganoth's left eye can only see shapes and shadows.
Inspiration:
Gorganoth’s inspiration was the story of the Gorgon Medusa, a vain woman who believed herself better than the gods and was turned into a monster as punishment for her foolish boasting. She became a hideous woman with snakes for hair and the ability to turn those who looked at her stone. Nesteith’s personality is based on Medusa before she became a monster. Her appearance is based on a green tree python, with the grey sections symbolizing the belief that she could turn others (and herself) to stone. Her name is based on the term Gorgon.
