Post by kite on Mar 29, 2013 15:44:32 GMT -5
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pronunciation:[/b] mall-tuh
age:[/b] twenty
birth season:[/b] early spring . 185
gender:[/b] female
sexuality:[/b] heterosexual
appearance:[/b]
Malta is not the sort of woman who drives men to distraction. Slim to the point of boyishness, she doesn't have many curves to draw the eye, nor is what she has likely to be on display. In fact, this comparison to a boy has long been her goal, and she deliberately encourages it. She wears her hair cropped close to her skull, leaving just enough to brush wispy tendrils against her forehead and the tops of her ears. This neat cap is pale brown, and picks up brassy highlights in the sun.
Even her shorn hair does little to counteract her definitely feminine features, clean-lined and delicate. Her high forehead is often marked with faint lines around her dark eyebrows, the mark of intense concentration, and those eyebrows are more frequently drawn together in a frown than lifted in delight. They arch over her dominant feature, a pair of large eyes so dark as to seem black in all but the brightest surroundings. By day, it's easy enough to see their true color is a rich deep brown, ringed by thick dark lashes. Her proper nose fits neatly above her expressive mouth, which in turn sits over a small, firm chin. Her skin tone is average, and will tan in the summer, but a fine dusting of freckles mark her cheekbones and nose year-round.
At 5'1", Malta is decidedly on the short side, and her spare frame makes her appear even smaller. Though thin, she is not weak; rather, she is wiry and flexible. Mornings see her running or swimming without fail, and though hampered somewhat by her delicate build, she's got a sort of lithe strength that serves her well. Her movements are almost always neat and precise, and she is indisposed to clumsiness, with a strong sense of balance. For all that she appears boyish, her body language isn't masculine at all, but decidedly lady-like.
In dress, Malta habitually mimics a boy's clothing, the product of her upbringing. She's often wearing trousers and a simple top, with no attempt at flattering the straight lines of her figure. However, her clothes always fit, and are always neat, and if occasion calls for it, she knows how to dress herself. She leans towards the warmer colors and earth-tones, but a Gather might even see her in a blue dress, looking decidedly female.
personality:[/b]
To the casual eye, Malta appears to be supremely independent, a self-sufficient little planet pivoting tidily around others, interacting from orbit's polite distance. She is reserved, and often responds to overtures of friendliness with faint suspicion, but some of this is the product of her life, and not her natural state. Once convinced of a new friend's value, she is an altogether more pleasant person, and can even be warm, albeit infrequently. Expressing fondness, or any emotion, for that matter, is something she finds generally uncomfortable, so any casual comments indicating affection should be taken to heart. Compliments, too, are a rare gift, but at the very least, one can be assured of their honesty: it's unlikely it would occur to Malta to say something nice she didn't mean. Quietly efficient, coolly self-possessed, Malta is someone who is capable of anything set before her.
To look a little closer would be to find another girl entirely. Malta struggles desperately with her own self-esteem, and relies almost entirely on praise and approval from others. This means she regularly sets absurd standards and drives herself fanatically to meet them, exhausting herself in pursuit of the impossible. When she does fail, she takes it to heart, collecting a thousand small shames to punish herself with. In idle time, they sometimes rise up to choke her, and for this reason, she keeps herself aggressively busy. Now and then even she must heed the demands of her tired body and relax, but most of her time is filled, and her hands diligently turned to some found task. This can make her seem kind, though her reasons are completely selfish; she often offers to assist others with whatever duty they've been assigned, to keep herself occupied. She recognizes that the gratitude she receives can be useful, and thus doesn't correct this misinterpretation of her behavior.
In almost all things, though, Malta is remarkably candid. If you ask her a question, you're very likely to get an honest, straight-forward answer, even if it isn't one you want to hear. Occasionally she censors herself before she simply speaks whatever she's thinking, but this doesn't come naturally to her. Neither is she very good at sympathizing without offering constructive advice, and she's consequently very uncomfortable when approached with situations she can't help with, for example, a friend mourning the loss of a loved one. She simply doesn't know what to say, and she's so consistently baffled by her own emotions she can hardly take on someone else's. Nor is it likely to occur to her to go to someone else for help with an intangible problem. It isn't easy for her to trust any part of herself with another person, to the point that she volunteers information about herself less frequently than most. While she'll answer almost any personal question posed to her, she'd rather listen, and learn more about someone or something else, than leak data about herself.
This struggle with trust makes vulnerability difficult for her, and that in turn makes emotional intimacy something of an uphill battle. Part of her does want to be known for all she is, but the rest of her fears she'll be found wanting. She feels as though she's not quite good enough and may never be, and if someone else was allowed to come close enough to see those imperfect pieces, they would abandon her. This lack of faith in humanity is what makes her so determinedly self-reliant; she simply can't trust someone else to come through for her, so she does it herself.
Running through her core like a seam of bright metal is a competitive streak, one perhaps at odds with her low self-esteem. Malta prefers life on top, and will work herself to the bone to stay there. Whether spending long hours reading theory or practicing sutures on scraps of animal hide, she is usually doing something to get ahead. Rank is as reassuring as praise to her, in its own way, and she bent all of her considerable intelligence to gaining it at Healer Hall. Her rise there was swift, unusually so, but she paid a price. In all of her turns, she failed to form a single lasting friendship, much less a romantic relationship, and remains today socially uncertain. It doesn't help that her upbringing gave her a rather dim view on her own gender, particularly those bred in Holds, though she doesn't believe that being female holds her back in any way.
While it can be a struggle to befriend the girl behind the walls, she isn't completely terrible to be around. Yes, she's impatient and can be demanding, she wraps herself in internal knots and can lash out at those around her, she can be critical and overly honest, but she has a good sense of humor, and a lively curiosity. She is generally a good listener, particularly if she's interested in the topic, and she does enjoy a good conversation. Her loyalty may leave something to be desired -if she stops being interested in you, you won't see much of her- but she is surprisingly generous with the few people she genuinely values. On occasion, she pushes these people away, out of some perverse demand for reassurance that they care about her, but patience can win her over. Believe it or not -and she doesn't- but there is a treasure hidden there, deep beneath those flaws and insecurities, and it can be brought to light. All it requires is a little time.
family:[/b]
current location:[/b] trelis weyr
rank:[/b] journeyman dragonhealer . bronze weyrling
wing: weyrling's wing
history:[/b]
Malta was born in Southern Hold, to an accomplished pair of Healers interested in the relative novelty of Southern's diseases. From an early age, she was encouraged to make rounds with her father and gather plants with her mother, her every question answered thoughtfully, her early attempts at experimentation indulged. Gifted with a bright, inquisitive mind, Malta flourished in this environment, carefully testing unfamiliar vegetation for nutritional or medicinal properties with her mother, or learning to suture from her father. She was often shuttled between her parents, based solely on who had free time, and spent much time alone when work claimed both of them. This didn't trouble her, and in fact, she was an extraordinarily private little girl, neither showing much interest in her peers nor often seeking out the company of adults.
For all his indulgence, Malta's father Maertan never made a secret of his wish for a son, and as the Turns passed and Polma failed to produce any further children, his attitude towards his daughter soured. From the beginning, Malta's foremost goal was to make her father proud, and this change in his demeanor struck fear in her heart. Here lie the seeds of her lingering terror that she is not enough, and, with a child's logic, she sought to remedy the situation in whatever way she could. Polma was shocked to find her daughter's mass of tousled hair gone, inexpertly chopped off by the pragmatic little girl, and a pile of skirts and dresses neatly stacked in a corner of her room. Malta declared calmly that she would not wear them anymore, and kept her word, despite her mother's entreaties.
In Turn 192, at the age of seven, Malta insisted on being Apprenticed to Healer Hall, and again got her way. However, the ride a-dragonback to the Hall sent her down quite another path. The Bluerider was amused by her imperious demand to be taken to Fort Weyr rather than Healer Hall, but could hardly be expected to follow the orders of a seven-turn-old. Once at Healer, Malta was adamant. She would be a dragonhealer, not the more conventional human variety, and that was all there was to it. In the end, she spent three turns at Healer Hall before managing to secure a transfer to Fort and Apprenticing to a Master Dragonhealer there.
Malta's Master had a rather old-fashioned dislike of females, particularly in his profession, but Malta's boyish dress and close-cropped hair went some distance in raising his opinion of her, and her dedication took care of the rest. At the age of ten, she was more focused and driven than most of his Journeymen, and he developed a grudging respect over the turns of her Apprenticeship. In 198, Malta received the news that she had a sibling; a boy named Taerol had been born to her parents, and her father had the son he'd wanted. She sent her congratulations, buried her emotions, and threw herself deeper into her craft.
The news of the Istans' strike against Trelis Weyr in turn 200 outraged Malta, and she views those who disparage the mutations as unspeakably ignorant. She was too young to be allowed to travel to Trelis and assist with the recovery, but she didn't bear this restriction gracefully. Likewise, in 201, she was unable to be of any assistance to those injured in the storm, but she followed what news she could get avidly.
When Master Ricter allowed her to walk the tables at eighteen, he presented her with a firelizard egg himself, a rare sign of favor. Malta was less than thrilled. She viewed firelizards as an irritant at best, and was often impatient with patching up their small injuries in the Infirmary. Her pride would not allow her to neglect the gift, and the egg hatched into a small Ebony she called Shale, for the faint, unusual sheen to his hide, very like the stone for which he is named. Her emotional connection with Shale surprised her, and she found herself extraordinarily grateful to her Master for what she'd expected to find a burden.
Her first assignment was to Southern Weyr in 203, and she enjoyed the opportunity to meet her younger brother more than she'd expected. Though all of five turns himself, he had strong opinions on where his life was going, much as she had had, and his determination to join the fishercraft was causing her father rather more disappointment than he'd expected out of a son. Maertan's attitude towards Malta warmed, and they tentatively began to rebuild a relationship, primarily based in their shared love for their similar crafts.
Ever since the attack on Trelis Weyr by Ista, Malta found herself fascinated by the island Weyr, and got whatever news she could whenever she could. While she couldn't explain this attraction to the small Weyr, when an opportunity came in 205 for her to transfer, she jumped at it. It was not so very far from Southern and her family, but the idea of a new place with no knowledge of who she was appealed to her. The opportunity to reinvent herself was here, and Malta leaped at it with both hands.
craft:[/b] dragonhealer
ranking:[/b] journeyman
strengths:[/b] Malta is quick and decisive, and well-suited to the rapid, high pressure demands of trauma. Her memory is excellent, and she has a natural knack as a diagnostician. She is a confident surgeon, and has a wide-ranging knowledge of the plants used in her craft.
weaknesses:[/b] Malta is very poorly equipped to deal with the emotional trauma of an injured lifemate, and her bedside manner is most politely described as "brisk." She is easily bored by a long, uneventful convalescence, and will prioritize a million small tasks above checking in on a patient who is nearly recovered. She considers some tasks to be beneath her level of expertise, and while she will complete them, and perfectly, she will count the assignment as a personal insult.
name:[/b] shale
pronunciation:[/b] shael
age:[/b] two turns
type:[/b] firelizard
rank:[/b] ebony
size:[/b] small
color codes:[/b] black
appearance:[/b]
Shale is not remotely an impressive firelizard. About the size of your average Green, he is built along compact lines. Neatly proportional, he's an efficient flyer, and while his size lends him the agility required to turn on a quarter-mark, he has little stamina. His hide is almost uniformly black, with a very faint, blueish sheen, similar to that found on the stone he is named for. This sheen is most obvious in bright sunlight, and all but invisible otherwise.
personality:[/b]
Shale is an atypical Ebony. He is neither childlike, nor much of a dreamer, but he is certainly mysterious. Though most often found seated neatly on Malta's shoulder, he goes off on his own, and rarely shares with her where he has been. He is a private little creature, as self-contained in his way as Malta is, but is quite dependent on her, ultimately. He is quietly insistent in his demands for attention, and often seeks her out for reassurance. He dislikes crowds, or excessive attention, and is stand-offish with strangers, to the point of betweening if someone insists on interacting with him. He is Malta's, through and through.
name: zyrakuth
pronunciation: zeer-a-kooth
age: hatchling late fall 205
rank: bronze
size:
based on: robb stark
color codes: 978649, 8d7f58, 5b5400, 727f5a, dbd9ac, a38877
Appearance:
1 Paragraph at Least
Personality:
Zyrakuth is definitely a big brother, and he is one to just about everyone he meets. Are you upset? Do you need a shoulder to cry on? First he will give you that, and then he’ll beat up whoever made you sad in the first place. Or, he will at least give them a firm talking to. He tries to treat everyone evenly himself though, caring little for color or power or anything else. He wants equality among not just his siblings, but everyone in the Weyr and believes in a Weyr system where ranking is based off of merit like it is in Rindell. The male is incredibly loving of his clutchmates though, especially The Warrior and The Lady. Even his extended “family”, his Weyr as his mother so often reminds him, is something that he takes great care to protect and watch over. They are his brothers, his sisters, his friends and as much a part of him as his rider. The bronze is quite accepting of what he sees, and he is strategic and calm most of the time. Yet, he is still a bronze, and he does have that defiant and youthful streak that many young bronzes have. He will most likely grow out of it, but for the time being it is not uncommon for him to jump the gun so to speak, or to focus more on flirting than on lessons.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Everyone has value, Mine, and they are all a part of us.
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malta
[/center][/b]malta
name:
pronunciation:[/b] mall-tuh
age:[/b] twenty
birth season:[/b] early spring . 185
gender:[/b] female
sexuality:[/b] heterosexual
appearance:[/b]
Malta is not the sort of woman who drives men to distraction. Slim to the point of boyishness, she doesn't have many curves to draw the eye, nor is what she has likely to be on display. In fact, this comparison to a boy has long been her goal, and she deliberately encourages it. She wears her hair cropped close to her skull, leaving just enough to brush wispy tendrils against her forehead and the tops of her ears. This neat cap is pale brown, and picks up brassy highlights in the sun.
Even her shorn hair does little to counteract her definitely feminine features, clean-lined and delicate. Her high forehead is often marked with faint lines around her dark eyebrows, the mark of intense concentration, and those eyebrows are more frequently drawn together in a frown than lifted in delight. They arch over her dominant feature, a pair of large eyes so dark as to seem black in all but the brightest surroundings. By day, it's easy enough to see their true color is a rich deep brown, ringed by thick dark lashes. Her proper nose fits neatly above her expressive mouth, which in turn sits over a small, firm chin. Her skin tone is average, and will tan in the summer, but a fine dusting of freckles mark her cheekbones and nose year-round.
At 5'1", Malta is decidedly on the short side, and her spare frame makes her appear even smaller. Though thin, she is not weak; rather, she is wiry and flexible. Mornings see her running or swimming without fail, and though hampered somewhat by her delicate build, she's got a sort of lithe strength that serves her well. Her movements are almost always neat and precise, and she is indisposed to clumsiness, with a strong sense of balance. For all that she appears boyish, her body language isn't masculine at all, but decidedly lady-like.
In dress, Malta habitually mimics a boy's clothing, the product of her upbringing. She's often wearing trousers and a simple top, with no attempt at flattering the straight lines of her figure. However, her clothes always fit, and are always neat, and if occasion calls for it, she knows how to dress herself. She leans towards the warmer colors and earth-tones, but a Gather might even see her in a blue dress, looking decidedly female.
personality:[/b]
To the casual eye, Malta appears to be supremely independent, a self-sufficient little planet pivoting tidily around others, interacting from orbit's polite distance. She is reserved, and often responds to overtures of friendliness with faint suspicion, but some of this is the product of her life, and not her natural state. Once convinced of a new friend's value, she is an altogether more pleasant person, and can even be warm, albeit infrequently. Expressing fondness, or any emotion, for that matter, is something she finds generally uncomfortable, so any casual comments indicating affection should be taken to heart. Compliments, too, are a rare gift, but at the very least, one can be assured of their honesty: it's unlikely it would occur to Malta to say something nice she didn't mean. Quietly efficient, coolly self-possessed, Malta is someone who is capable of anything set before her.
To look a little closer would be to find another girl entirely. Malta struggles desperately with her own self-esteem, and relies almost entirely on praise and approval from others. This means she regularly sets absurd standards and drives herself fanatically to meet them, exhausting herself in pursuit of the impossible. When she does fail, she takes it to heart, collecting a thousand small shames to punish herself with. In idle time, they sometimes rise up to choke her, and for this reason, she keeps herself aggressively busy. Now and then even she must heed the demands of her tired body and relax, but most of her time is filled, and her hands diligently turned to some found task. This can make her seem kind, though her reasons are completely selfish; she often offers to assist others with whatever duty they've been assigned, to keep herself occupied. She recognizes that the gratitude she receives can be useful, and thus doesn't correct this misinterpretation of her behavior.
In almost all things, though, Malta is remarkably candid. If you ask her a question, you're very likely to get an honest, straight-forward answer, even if it isn't one you want to hear. Occasionally she censors herself before she simply speaks whatever she's thinking, but this doesn't come naturally to her. Neither is she very good at sympathizing without offering constructive advice, and she's consequently very uncomfortable when approached with situations she can't help with, for example, a friend mourning the loss of a loved one. She simply doesn't know what to say, and she's so consistently baffled by her own emotions she can hardly take on someone else's. Nor is it likely to occur to her to go to someone else for help with an intangible problem. It isn't easy for her to trust any part of herself with another person, to the point that she volunteers information about herself less frequently than most. While she'll answer almost any personal question posed to her, she'd rather listen, and learn more about someone or something else, than leak data about herself.
This struggle with trust makes vulnerability difficult for her, and that in turn makes emotional intimacy something of an uphill battle. Part of her does want to be known for all she is, but the rest of her fears she'll be found wanting. She feels as though she's not quite good enough and may never be, and if someone else was allowed to come close enough to see those imperfect pieces, they would abandon her. This lack of faith in humanity is what makes her so determinedly self-reliant; she simply can't trust someone else to come through for her, so she does it herself.
Running through her core like a seam of bright metal is a competitive streak, one perhaps at odds with her low self-esteem. Malta prefers life on top, and will work herself to the bone to stay there. Whether spending long hours reading theory or practicing sutures on scraps of animal hide, she is usually doing something to get ahead. Rank is as reassuring as praise to her, in its own way, and she bent all of her considerable intelligence to gaining it at Healer Hall. Her rise there was swift, unusually so, but she paid a price. In all of her turns, she failed to form a single lasting friendship, much less a romantic relationship, and remains today socially uncertain. It doesn't help that her upbringing gave her a rather dim view on her own gender, particularly those bred in Holds, though she doesn't believe that being female holds her back in any way.
While it can be a struggle to befriend the girl behind the walls, she isn't completely terrible to be around. Yes, she's impatient and can be demanding, she wraps herself in internal knots and can lash out at those around her, she can be critical and overly honest, but she has a good sense of humor, and a lively curiosity. She is generally a good listener, particularly if she's interested in the topic, and she does enjoy a good conversation. Her loyalty may leave something to be desired -if she stops being interested in you, you won't see much of her- but she is surprisingly generous with the few people she genuinely values. On occasion, she pushes these people away, out of some perverse demand for reassurance that they care about her, but patience can win her over. Believe it or not -and she doesn't- but there is a treasure hidden there, deep beneath those flaws and insecurities, and it can be brought to light. All it requires is a little time.
family:[/b]
- master healer maertan . father . 48
- journeyman healer polma . mother . 36
- apprentice fisher taerol . brother . 7
current location:[/b] trelis weyr
rank:[/b] journeyman dragonhealer . bronze weyrling
wing: weyrling's wing
history:[/b]
Malta was born in Southern Hold, to an accomplished pair of Healers interested in the relative novelty of Southern's diseases. From an early age, she was encouraged to make rounds with her father and gather plants with her mother, her every question answered thoughtfully, her early attempts at experimentation indulged. Gifted with a bright, inquisitive mind, Malta flourished in this environment, carefully testing unfamiliar vegetation for nutritional or medicinal properties with her mother, or learning to suture from her father. She was often shuttled between her parents, based solely on who had free time, and spent much time alone when work claimed both of them. This didn't trouble her, and in fact, she was an extraordinarily private little girl, neither showing much interest in her peers nor often seeking out the company of adults.
For all his indulgence, Malta's father Maertan never made a secret of his wish for a son, and as the Turns passed and Polma failed to produce any further children, his attitude towards his daughter soured. From the beginning, Malta's foremost goal was to make her father proud, and this change in his demeanor struck fear in her heart. Here lie the seeds of her lingering terror that she is not enough, and, with a child's logic, she sought to remedy the situation in whatever way she could. Polma was shocked to find her daughter's mass of tousled hair gone, inexpertly chopped off by the pragmatic little girl, and a pile of skirts and dresses neatly stacked in a corner of her room. Malta declared calmly that she would not wear them anymore, and kept her word, despite her mother's entreaties.
In Turn 192, at the age of seven, Malta insisted on being Apprenticed to Healer Hall, and again got her way. However, the ride a-dragonback to the Hall sent her down quite another path. The Bluerider was amused by her imperious demand to be taken to Fort Weyr rather than Healer Hall, but could hardly be expected to follow the orders of a seven-turn-old. Once at Healer, Malta was adamant. She would be a dragonhealer, not the more conventional human variety, and that was all there was to it. In the end, she spent three turns at Healer Hall before managing to secure a transfer to Fort and Apprenticing to a Master Dragonhealer there.
Malta's Master had a rather old-fashioned dislike of females, particularly in his profession, but Malta's boyish dress and close-cropped hair went some distance in raising his opinion of her, and her dedication took care of the rest. At the age of ten, she was more focused and driven than most of his Journeymen, and he developed a grudging respect over the turns of her Apprenticeship. In 198, Malta received the news that she had a sibling; a boy named Taerol had been born to her parents, and her father had the son he'd wanted. She sent her congratulations, buried her emotions, and threw herself deeper into her craft.
The news of the Istans' strike against Trelis Weyr in turn 200 outraged Malta, and she views those who disparage the mutations as unspeakably ignorant. She was too young to be allowed to travel to Trelis and assist with the recovery, but she didn't bear this restriction gracefully. Likewise, in 201, she was unable to be of any assistance to those injured in the storm, but she followed what news she could get avidly.
When Master Ricter allowed her to walk the tables at eighteen, he presented her with a firelizard egg himself, a rare sign of favor. Malta was less than thrilled. She viewed firelizards as an irritant at best, and was often impatient with patching up their small injuries in the Infirmary. Her pride would not allow her to neglect the gift, and the egg hatched into a small Ebony she called Shale, for the faint, unusual sheen to his hide, very like the stone for which he is named. Her emotional connection with Shale surprised her, and she found herself extraordinarily grateful to her Master for what she'd expected to find a burden.
Her first assignment was to Southern Weyr in 203, and she enjoyed the opportunity to meet her younger brother more than she'd expected. Though all of five turns himself, he had strong opinions on where his life was going, much as she had had, and his determination to join the fishercraft was causing her father rather more disappointment than he'd expected out of a son. Maertan's attitude towards Malta warmed, and they tentatively began to rebuild a relationship, primarily based in their shared love for their similar crafts.
Ever since the attack on Trelis Weyr by Ista, Malta found herself fascinated by the island Weyr, and got whatever news she could whenever she could. While she couldn't explain this attraction to the small Weyr, when an opportunity came in 205 for her to transfer, she jumped at it. It was not so very far from Southern and her family, but the idea of a new place with no knowledge of who she was appealed to her. The opportunity to reinvent herself was here, and Malta leaped at it with both hands.
craft:[/b] dragonhealer
ranking:[/b] journeyman
strengths:[/b] Malta is quick and decisive, and well-suited to the rapid, high pressure demands of trauma. Her memory is excellent, and she has a natural knack as a diagnostician. She is a confident surgeon, and has a wide-ranging knowledge of the plants used in her craft.
weaknesses:[/b] Malta is very poorly equipped to deal with the emotional trauma of an injured lifemate, and her bedside manner is most politely described as "brisk." She is easily bored by a long, uneventful convalescence, and will prioritize a million small tasks above checking in on a patient who is nearly recovered. She considers some tasks to be beneath her level of expertise, and while she will complete them, and perfectly, she will count the assignment as a personal insult.
shale
name:[/b] shale
pronunciation:[/b] shael
age:[/b] two turns
type:[/b] firelizard
rank:[/b] ebony
size:[/b] small
color codes:[/b] black
appearance:[/b]
Shale is not remotely an impressive firelizard. About the size of your average Green, he is built along compact lines. Neatly proportional, he's an efficient flyer, and while his size lends him the agility required to turn on a quarter-mark, he has little stamina. His hide is almost uniformly black, with a very faint, blueish sheen, similar to that found on the stone he is named for. This sheen is most obvious in bright sunlight, and all but invisible otherwise.
personality:[/b]
Shale is an atypical Ebony. He is neither childlike, nor much of a dreamer, but he is certainly mysterious. Though most often found seated neatly on Malta's shoulder, he goes off on his own, and rarely shares with her where he has been. He is a private little creature, as self-contained in his way as Malta is, but is quite dependent on her, ultimately. He is quietly insistent in his demands for attention, and often seeks her out for reassurance. He dislikes crowds, or excessive attention, and is stand-offish with strangers, to the point of betweening if someone insists on interacting with him. He is Malta's, through and through.
zyrakuth
name: zyrakuth
pronunciation: zeer-a-kooth
age: hatchling late fall 205
rank: bronze
size:
based on: robb stark
color codes: 978649, 8d7f58, 5b5400, 727f5a, dbd9ac, a38877
Appearance:
1 Paragraph at Least
Personality:
Zyrakuth is definitely a big brother, and he is one to just about everyone he meets. Are you upset? Do you need a shoulder to cry on? First he will give you that, and then he’ll beat up whoever made you sad in the first place. Or, he will at least give them a firm talking to. He tries to treat everyone evenly himself though, caring little for color or power or anything else. He wants equality among not just his siblings, but everyone in the Weyr and believes in a Weyr system where ranking is based off of merit like it is in Rindell. The male is incredibly loving of his clutchmates though, especially The Warrior and The Lady. Even his extended “family”, his Weyr as his mother so often reminds him, is something that he takes great care to protect and watch over. They are his brothers, his sisters, his friends and as much a part of him as his rider. The bronze is quite accepting of what he sees, and he is strategic and calm most of the time. Yet, he is still a bronze, and he does have that defiant and youthful streak that many young bronzes have. He will most likely grow out of it, but for the time being it is not uncommon for him to jump the gun so to speak, or to focus more on flirting than on lessons.
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Everyone has value, Mine, and they are all a part of us.
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