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BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt Dragon / Retire Character
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (Unexplored)
BIRTHDATE: Late Summer 2746
AGE: 24 as of Early Winter 2770
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider
WING: Pavane Squad
APPEARANCE
EYES: Deep Blue
HAIR: Light Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6’ even, gently curved
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FULL APPEARANCE:
Aimbyr is a slightly-taller-than-average young woman, with light brown hair that roughly resembles honey if caught in the light correctly. Often her hair can be found pulled back into a ponytail with whatever stray scrap of fabric she’s been able to find laying around. Her eyes are a dark blue, alert if somewhat wary as of late.
Most of Aimbyr’s features are pleasantly round, like the baby fat of youth just quite won’t go away even into her second decade. It softens everything about her, making her seem less imposing and, similarly, less fragile. More often than not she simply wears her riding leathers and boots.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Aimbyr only wanted one thing out of life: To be a dragonrider; and now that that dream has been fulfilled and hasn’t met her expectations she’s a bit at loose ends. She’s not quite sure what to do with herself and it shows in her hesitations and indecisions. After three years with a Garnet in Benden, she’s still used to dipping her head and trying to fly under the radar.
Her trust has been broken by those she called family, and she finds herself wary of others’ motives. Unlike her dragon, she is slow to warm up to people, and often will act as a personal buffer to keep Averodith from getting hurt.
When asked to do something, she doesn’t believe in doing it halfway; she will complete it to the best of her ability if not beyond. That said, her surroundings and the people in them now are so foreign to her that she has difficulty taking ownership of the world around her if it doesn’t involve Averodith. This means she’s not likely to see something that needs doing and take the initiative to do it herself.
(Cautious) (Protective) (Currently Unmotivated) (Authority-Shy) (Productive)
HISTORY
FAMILY: [None of Note] ["Benden"]
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Benden Weyr
HISTORY:
Aimbyr was the child of two Benden Dragonriders; and to this day she’s honestly not sure which two, and it doesn’t particularly matter to her. The product of the old-fashioned views toward flight lust and no one particularly wanting to claim ownership, Aimbyr was raised by the weyr at large and didn’t particularly suffer for it. She grew up believing every weyrbrat was her sibling, and had more than a few parental figures that one could reasonably consider ‘good.’
Unsurprisingly, she wanted to be a dragonrider her entire life, and even in her pre-Candidacy days tried to take steps toward ensuring she had all the right tools at her disposal for attracting a good partner. She helped oil or wash any dragon that would let her, she assisted in fitting equipment or ferrying gear and messages, and would ask anyone who would listen how -they- Impressed, like they might have some sort of specific technique or method that she might use.
When the time came she was old enough to officially be a candidate, she was elated; and then she was left standing. It really wasn’t surprising. There were a lot of candidates, and only so many dragon eggs, but the disappointment was enormous; and it happened again, and again, for what felt like an eternity (as things tend to become exaggerated when you want them so). It got to the point she craved the chance to stand at every clutch possible. Even when the circumstances were strange… like a flight no one remembered happening, her desire to finally find her dragon could not be tempered.
When the garnet dragon hatched second from that strange clutch and chose her, Aimbyr’s heart simultaneously rose and fell. She knew well how the strange off-colors were treated in Benden, and even if her Averodith was Benden born, she was still a mutant to them.
When Wyzeth escaped, the rest of the pieces fell into place… but Aimbyr simply couldn’t imagine the people who had raised her forcing someone into such horrible things. She willingly kept the proverbial wool pulled over her eyes; or at least tried to.
It was difficult to remain willfully ignorant when they began to change the way they treated her, however. Despite being born and raised in Benden Weyr, it was as though she had caught some sort of contagion, and association with her would change their dragons into strange colors as well. Like she was somehow broken for having attracted such a creature. Averodith herself was shunned at best, and no opportunities to make sure she ‘knew her place’ were missed.
As Averodith’s siblings began to make their way south one by one, Aimbyr and Averodith lingered, hoping to work things out. This was the only place Aimbyr had known, and these people were her parents – her siblings. Surely they couldn’t…
But they could. Things hit a head one day, when Averodith was out hunting. They said it was an accident, but with how strictly they were drilled on flying and how little damage there had been to the other dragon, she couldn’t believe them. Dragons just didn’t collide in mid-air, in broad daylight, with no extenuating circumstances.
So Aimbyr found herself having to choose between her dragon and her home, while heartbreaking, it was an easy choice to make. Once she was sure that Averodith’s bruises wouldn’t negatively impact her flying, the two left, heading south to join the rest of the dragon’s siblings at Semaca.
UPDATES
- Late Summer 2770 - Aimbyr bonds with blue flit Adonis in a vain hope to give Averodith something to direct her maternal instincts and doting on.
