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Sylki of Green Consteth

Symmetry
 
    Mon Jun 25, 2018 12:56 am
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Sylki of Green Consteth

SYLKI

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"Before we let euphoria
Convince us we are free
Remind us how we used to feel
Before when life was real"


The Delgados, The Light Before We Land


BASICS

RETIRE INFO:
Sylki: Retire, adopt if needed for a plot
Consteth: Adopt

NAME: Sylkara 'Sylki'; rarely 'Kara', used only by family members
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers
ORIENTATION: Homosexual

BIRTHDATE: Early Winter, 2745
AGE: 21 as of Early Spring 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Green Weyrling, JM Tailor
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Imagine hot chocolate brown that burns into your very soul
HAIR: Long and curly, coppery brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'9, muscular and lean, slight curves
PLAY-BY: Chrishell Stubbs

FULL APPEARANCE:
Something wild hides within this young woman, expressed with a quirk of her dark brow, or the twisted turn of her smile as she studies you. It’s a fierce kind of wilderness, like the shadow of a monster lurking just on the edge of the shadows. It threatens to leap out at any moment, her smile turning to a savage grin, her teeth sharp as daggers as she tears you apart... but no, that’s just the quirk of her brow, the slant of her smile, the ever so slightly predatory look in those deep brown eyes.

She may only reach 5’9 at her full height, but Sylki holds herself with the pride of a lioness, seeming much taller. She is not buxom or extremely curvaceous, though she is fit and surprisingly strong. Sylki believes that she is beautiful, and her self-confidence enhances what natural prettiness she possesses. She may not fall into the traditional-holder-wife category, but she knows how to turn heads if the need arises. This young woman knows how to flaunt her maturing womanly charm: she likes her dresses to flatter her waistline and enhance her bust. With legs proportionate to the size of her back, Sylki wears both long and short skirts with equal satisfaction. More often than not, she is found in her work attire: either a belted shirt and tunic, coupled with a skirt when she is at her craft, or the traditional wherhide pants and shirt for other Weyr-related duties. Her preferred colours are jewel tones of red and gold, though browns, oranges, purples and greens also appeal to her.

Wide cheekbones and a pointed chin enhance Sylki’s vivaciousness. Large, pouting rosy lips might draw attention away from the expressiveness of her gaze, but don’t look away for too long: a scheme no doubt lurks within those intelligent and soulful brown eyes. Her nose is straight, and rounded at the tip. Her skin is a soft shade of burnished gold, prone to darkening in summer and paling in winter. The young woman’s tumbling, curly locks require a great deal of time and management to be deemed ‘socially acceptable’, but Sylki is very conscious of her appearance and will settle for a ‘semi-tamed’ look if time is of the essence, pinning it up with a few loose strands to frame her features.


PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Sylki is a little bit of a mystery- even to herself. She knows she is angry and resentful- that anger fuels her and drives her to achieve more and to liberate herself from those who would misuse her or trade her off in some scheme or another. She’s been hurt- badly, and repeatedly- by those she trusts; so now she simply doesn’t. She knows her anger and resentment does not define her, but it is so hard, in her mind, to separate herself from what people have done to her and from the negative thoughts that dog her mind.

She is a seeker of justice in the most moral sense of the phrase. Things that are unfair or wrong rankle her deeply, to the point where she will formulate plans to set things right. The problem is, her idea of what is right and wrong may not align with anybody else’s: she’s not selfish per se, but she thinks there is a great deal of whining about little things and not enough anger about the big things. Her ambition to set things straight and organise a perfect world will see her go far, but she has developed a remorseless and merciless approach to it. Personal cost means nothing to her, and everything can be sacrificed. Everybody has a price. It takes a long time for her to warm up to anyone, and to consider them capable of feeling and pain.

But Sylki is not permanently unpleasant to be around. Whilst she may harbour all of those negative emotions, she does not present them to others. Instead, she manages a wicked smile and an inquisitive tone, and she pries. She likes to know other people, even if their emotions don’t factor into her plans. What makes them tick? What are they willing to lose? Oh, she is all smiles and sunshine when she wants to know about you. Sometimes, she may even think that you are worthy of being her friend (oh Faranth have mercy on you), and now you have this twisted young woman as ready to tell you off as she is to comfort you following you around. Her eagerness and straightforward manner of speaking makes her a great friend- once you get past that tactlessness and undercurrent of who-gives-a-forsk.

Some of her previous self might still show in her spontaneity: she was a joyful child, with a brilliant sense of humour and a passion for meeting new people. Though bitter and twisted, she does still experience moments of attraction to other women- these are often buried, in part due to her lack of trust, but also because she is unwilling to be distracted from her personal goal of revenge on self-styled dictators. Still, if someone does catch her eye, she makes an effort to be a little nicer, and that’s always a boon. She likes to flirt- knowing that she’s desired is a huge but fleeting ego boost, and certainly a feeling that she craves. It is not a bad thing to court her favour- just make sure that the attempts are sincere. If you break her heart, she will never, ever forgive you. Between hath no fury like Sylkara’s contained, controlled rage.

While she is prone to anger and bitterness, she does not easily lose her temper. Long ago did she learn the lesson that tantrums and screaming achieve nothing: her anger is deadly cold, her mind already three steps into planning the bastard’s downfall even as the argument continues. She is not unafraid of fighting or violence, and more than willing to throw herself into the fray if it will serve her purpose. She tries to keep a level-head despite the adrenaline rush, although her lust for blood will sometimes get out of hand (she just likes seeing people bleed, if they deserve it).

Righteous fury and vengeance drive her to succeed, but Sylki dares not slow down and take time to think or feel things through. By cutting off her emotions, she allows herself to focus entirely on the task at hand. Methodical and meticulous, she has a sharp mind and shows cleverness and creative adaptability in even the direst of situations. Her work is normally excellent, and frequently commended. Her attention to detail borders on obsession, although Sylki is quite certain you can never have enough information.

Mistrustful, she is quick to jump to conclusions about people’s intentions, and very harsh in her judgement of them. She does not like people as a whole- and will generally stay away from large crowds if she can help herself. In smaller groups, she must feel herself in control before she can truly interact, and may spend minutes judging the flow of conversation before inserting herself, and promptly issuing orders or dominating the topics at hand. She is not socially awkward, but her fear of being mistreated has caused her a great deal of paranoia that she transfers onto pretty much everyone.


HISTORY
FAMILY:
  • Father: Dekorvan {2716 - JM Beastcrafter}
  • Mother: Kerysa {2722 - JM Weaver}
  • Brother: Korrik {2739}
  • Brother: Devyn {2742}
  • Brother: Rysked {2743}
  • Brother: Kessyn {2746 - JM Beastcrafter}
  • Sister: Rysara {2750}
  • Brother: Korvyn {2752}
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None currently
BIRTHPLACE: Keroon Hold

HISTORY:
TW: violence, homophobia

In an early winter’s night of 2745, Sylkara’s birth was heralded by a sudden cold storm, blowing off the coast into Keroon Hold proper. She was Dekorvan and Kerysa’s first daughter, and their fourth child. Beloved for her gender, Sylkara’s early Turns were filled with affection and comfort.

Less than a Turn later, Kerysa had her fifth child, Kessyn. Sylkara and Kessyn grew up close. They were as thick as thieves as holdbrats, getting into trouble in the kitchens, or having adventures with their father’s runners. They were popular children: Sylkara had a natural charisma that drew others to her, and Kessyn’s carefree and adventurous spirit guided them.

As they grew older, Sylkara grew accustomed to taking charge. Kessyn was easy-going and always up for a laugh, and Sylki found she enjoyed the power people gave her when she told them what to do and they listened. Bossy, some said, but how was it her fault that her ideas made sense and other people were stupid?

In lessons, her charm became a problem for her Harper teachers. They described her as ‘a disruptive influence’, bursting into song that would gather a chorus of voices, or asking irrelevant and pedantic questions to interrupt the flow of the lesson. They recommended greater discipline, which Dekorvan was glad to implement in the form of corporal punishment. So began Sylki’s long-standing and private vendetta against her father.

At twelve, she apprenticed to the tailors. Sylkara liked status and authority, and clothes spoke volumes of a person’s power and station in life. She took to it like a duck to water, learning the value of patience and meticulous work. Her childhood energy was being refined, fine-tuned into a precise and exacting will. She went from brat to woman in the space of a couple of Turns.

When she turned fourteen, she seized her courage and approached a young Harper apprentice by the name of Nahmyra, whom she had secretly admired for Turns. The two formed a relationship, although Nahmyra was shy and hesitant at first. Sylki was thrilled: she had known from a young age that, despite her mother’s constant teasing about boys, she much preferred spending time with girls. And her brother, but he was a goofball and didn't count. Besides which, they had little time together since she had apprenticed.

At eighteen, in the spring of 2764, Sylki walked the tables and became a Journeyman Tailor. She was recognised for her precision-work in embroidery, as well as her eye for fashion, which had elevated her to a position of semi-fame amongst Lord Holders’ daughters and the clothing-conscious Gather attendees.

Unfortunately, this was also the catalyst for her parents’ insistent desire to marry her off. Not long afterwards, her father informed her that she had been promised to a young Lord heir of a minor Keroon holding further inland. As it was the first she had heard of being married and shipped off, Sylki protested. Loudly.

The argument devolved into a physical fight, in which Dekorvan beat her rather badly. Kessyn intervened when Sylkara could no longer stand up, pulling his father off of her. Her mother ushered her to the infirmary, where she stayed for a few days, refusing all visitors save for her brother Kess. Fortunately, the healers informed her there was no lasting damage.

Sylkara was furious. She knew she and her father clashed- they had since she was a child- but to attempt to force his will on her after she had earned her Journeyman knots, like he owned her. It could not be borne. She returned to the family home to inform him that she was already promised to somebody else, and that they would soon to be living together.

Still, things got worse. Her father was furious, but she left before he became violent. She sought out Nahmyra, who had heard of the fight but stayed away from the infirmary, and asked to be with her. Nahmyra refused, telling her it couldn't work between them, that it wasn't really love…

Heartbroken and furious, Sylki turned away from her only to find that her mother had followed her. Conservative and traditional as she was, Kerysa was appalled to discover Sylki’s secret lover was a woman. Word got back to her father. There were no arguments- Sylki knew better than to raise her voice lest she suffer by her father’s hand- but the deep disgust that filled both of her parents was at odds with the parade of suitors they brought to her every other day.

Sylkara’s anger became cold, her fury manifesting as dark looks and gritted teeth. She had nowhere to go, nobody to turn to- and her father was pressuring her to marry or find herself turned out of house and home. Neither of them were willing to understand- not that she wished to explain herself or her choices. They were narrow-minded, arrogant…

In the spring of 2765, when Semaca Weyr’s independence was officially recognised, Sylkara decided to leave. The newest Weyr would need crafters, of course, and as a Journeyman she could take a posting there and not suffer terribly. Tailors and weavers- both were needed, and the opportunity to practice her Craft in a different environment appealed to her immensely. Rebuffing suitors had become a habit of which she was growing tired, and the plan crystalised quickly. She would seek passage on one of the trader ships departing Keroon Bay, and travel south…

She asked Kessyn to accompany her, one night, bursting into his room with a grin on his face. Despite the drowsy look on his face, he managed a small grin of his own, and a nod of his head. He had recently walked the tables too, and as a Journeyman Beastcrafter with specialised knowledge in runners, his talents would be useful in building up Semaca.

They arrived, and the two of them have since made a life at Semaca. Sylkara creates garments for various uses, and stands for dragon clutches when the opportunity presents itself.

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Symmetry
 
    Mon Jun 25, 2018 12:58 am
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CONSTETH

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BASICS

NAME: Consteth
BIRTHDATE Late Summer 2767
AGE: Newborn as of Late Summer 2767

CLUTCHING
CLUTCHING: NO
RUNS/FLIGHTS: 3

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 32ft
HEIGHT: 8ft
WINGSPAN: 46ft
COLOR: Green
HEX CODE: #ADAA67

FULL APPEARANCE:
Consteth is not necessarily pretty, but she stands out despite this. Small and quick, she zippy and able to get around quickly, something she prides herself on. Her body is a pale green color all over, much like early spring growth or tree moss. There are a variety of veining and streaks over her entire body and her wings in a much bolder green, similar to the color of grass. These lines spread over her, as though her inside circulatory system has been echoed across her hide.


PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Consteth is harder to understand than most; she seems very straightforward, but this is not necessarily the case. On the surface, she is focused on manners and appearance, wanting to come across as gentle and good natured to those around her. The fact of the matter is, she is cunning and can be very rude, often looking for weaknesses that will give her an advantage over others. She longs for those she care for and will often spend time around the youth of others, trying to coach or mother them, but she is not very good at it, tending to be rough and demanding of them.

She is very concerned about her appearance and how she comes across, trying to make sure others see her both physically and otherwise as a pretty, sweet dragon. She can be very snappish and sudden with people, but its mostly to hide her hurt. She is very sensitive and genuinely wants to be friendly with other folks, and it hurts her when they don't get along or like her. If someone can manage to tolerate her, they will have a steady friend for life. If they do not...they will make an enemy. When she needs, she can be brutal and harsh, willing to kill to protect herself and hers from pain and worse.


EXTRA
VOICE: Consteth's voice is frail, thin, and a little shrill, with just a touch of bitterness from time to time.

Why me: I think they are similar enough to temper...or to go up in flames!


EGG
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Mother to None Egg
"Open your heart, or you will only receive the sorrow you spread."
This is another medium sized egg of a seafoam color, with a rocking horse on the shell. It's very bitter...


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