Credit goes to Square Enix and Tetsuya Nomura
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Retire Character, Adopt Dragon
NAME: Misoko, Soko
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Yes
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2750
AGE: 20 as of late-fall 2770
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider, professional flirt.
WING: Healer’s Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Deep Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’5”. Voluptuous.
PLAY-BY: Lulu (FFX)
FULL APPEARANCE: Misoko is...one of the last people one might expect to be a rider, based solely upon first glances. Plush and soft, she looks more like someone at home running needle and thread than someone ready to throw themselves into danger at the drop of a hat.
When standing by for a flight or on-duty, she’s rather practical, choosing sturdy (if form-fitting) shirts and breaches in greys, blacks, and browns. Well-cut blouses and dresses dominate her off-duty garb, the necklines cut low to flaunt more bosom than is strictly socially acceptable. Deep violets and dark greys color her outfits, and a string of polished, violet stones adorns her neck as often as is practically possible.
Her long brown hair is perpetually done up in a neat bun, the excess put into a handful of neat braids while enough is left over to frame her elegant, maturely featured face; a look that suggests she puts a great deal of time into her appearance each day.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Warm, empathetic, and more than a touch self-indulgent. Misoko is, for virtually everyone she meets, more than a pleasant woman to be around. While not exactly peppy, she’s plenty warm with an infectious, if sultry, smile. Eager and willing to go out of her way to help everyone she can, sometimes she gets in over her head when problems are a bit out of her league.
But even through that, she’s rarely daunted by tasks put before her; knuckling down and whittling away at problems is almost second nature to her.
On the other hand, however, she’s prone to distraction, especially with the promise of delights. Sweets, a warm bath, curling up by a fire, lovers; all capable of tempting the woman who so loves to just be comfortable.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Leatherworker Father
Tailor Mother
Apprentice Weaver younger Sister.
BIRTHPLACE: Telgar Weyr
HISTORY: For all intents and purposes, Misoko grew up with a perfectly lovely childhood. Supporting parents, a little sister she got along just swimmingly with, it all really just fell into place for Misoko. She did all the usual things kids did, got into all the same sorts of minor troubles like any kid being a kid. With both parents dedicated to crafts, Soko quickly developed a taste for things looking good.
Yet despite the influence of two craftsmen parents, Soko would not be content with making things. She wanted to do more to help, and besides, Dragons were pretty. Her mind was made up, and the moment she was old enough to stand with the candidates, she took to the classes with an eagerness and gusto. Far from the ‘top of the class’, but not a slacker either, Misoko found herself standing before her first clutch sooner than she’d thought.
But that clutch was not to be. She stood upon the sands still as hatchlings passed her by, but it wasn’t a big deal. She knew that she wouldn’t be picked if it wasn’t the dragon for her.
And so, unbothered by the failure at the sands, the young woman carried on into her studies with a bright smile, taking especially well into the classes on tending to the wounded. With her desire to help, and her affinity for caregiving, she knew where it was that she wanted to be.
The next clutch that she stood before was small; five eggs in total. Two greens, a blue, and even a brown emerged, finding their partners after much flailing of claws and teeth. The last egg to hatch gave way to the most beautiful thing Soko had ever seen.
Deep purples peeked out from behind the broken shell before it fell away, the hatchling’s bright eyes finding the young woman as she scrabbled across the sands. Soko was fixated on the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. The hatchling’s neck swung, catching a poor candidate’s hip and sending him sprawling on her way past to plant her head squarely in Misoko’s stomach. A shrill squeak, and the dragon’s voice gently touched against her mind. “Glieseth.”
Moving from Candidate to Weyrling, Misoko found herself spending most of her time dedicated to preparing to take part in the Healer’s Wing. While she certainly had no issues with any of the other lessons and duties, it just...clicked right with Soko, but apart from her leanings into tending the wounded, things were uneventful.
Well, for the most part. Glieseth grew. And grew. And grew. The young dragon didn’t stop growing until she’d rivaled even the largest of the browns; regal and beautiful.
It wasn’t long after the pair graduated that Misoko and Glieseth decided that the cold simply wasn’t for them. Home though it may have been at one point, it simply didn’t feel right anymore. Transferring into Fort Weyr, the two settled into the Healer’s Wing comfortably where Glieseth’s massive size proved to be a boon; the great Garnet was capable of helping and hauling all but the most massive of injured dragons.
The shared empathy of Rider and Dragon soon found the pair put in an...interesting situation. During one of the pair’s flights for the sake of flying and bonding, they strayed further from the Weyr than usual with Glieseth wanting to really stretch her wings and soar for as long as she could. A lone little figure along the slopes caught the Dragon’s eye and brought her rider’s focus to the shape.
And then it slipped, tumbling and flailing down along the slopes to come to a stop. Trained as she was, it wasn’t as though Misoko could just *leave* someone in distress, and so they swung down to tend to the hurt young woman.
Senara was her name; a scrawny little thing run off from who knows where for who knows why. Injured as she was, there just...wasn’t a bone in the woman’s body that could justify setting her back out into the wilds to tend to herself, nor would Glieseth budge from her spot until she’d talked herself into getting the girl up on the Garnet’s back to haul her back home to Fort Weyr; it was there, that over the next few years the odd pairing would turn out to be rather good, if contrasting, friends.
