D'nah
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"The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive."
BASICS
NAME: D'nah, formerly Dianah
GENDER: Agender, but accepts being identified as a woman because it's no one's Shard-damned business but her own
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers; they/them/theirs is also acceptable
ORIENTATION: Demiromantic pansexual
BIRTHDATE: Spring 2735
AGE: 37 as of 2773
LOCATION: Fort Hold
OCCUPATION: Dragon Rider
WING: ???
APPEARANCE
EYES: Muddy blue
HAIR: Coppery red going grey
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'7", muscular and rangy
FULL APPEARANCE: D'nah is a difficult woman to look at; perhaps there was a time where she could have been considered merely 'plain', but after years of playing the part of Caravan Guard and then flying thread, the woman is considerably worse for the wear. Her face is scarred from a Firestone accident, its entire left side half-drooped with scar-tissue that drapes down the side of her neck and across her shoulder. She retains both eyes through nothing short of a miracle, though the corner of her left eyelid pulls uncomfortably to the side. A puckered Thread scar cuts through her burnt cheek, vicious looking but ultimately superficial. Upon closer examination, one can conclude that the woman is not unfortunate at all, but is, in fact, quite lucky to be alive given how deadly the source of her long-healed wounds.
Aside the scars, she's got a decidedly crooked nose, as if it were broken more than once and healed slightly out of place. Her brows are heavy, casting shadows over her deep-set blue eyes, and though her face is stiff and difficult to emote with, she seems to find it easier to frown than to smile. She sports no laugh lines, no crow's feet to suggest better times were had; the Rider moves stiffly, guarding her limp from any who might spy it, though she has adequate use of the limb while Flying. It's only on the ground that she's clumsy, an old injury that aches worst when the weather is cold or a storm is coming.
She's an average height, perhaps a bit tall for a woman, but not by any remarkable degree. Her hair is crudely trimmed, usually falling no further than her shoulders; once, it was a magnificent copper that reflected the sunlight. It's grown duller with age and carelessness, however, the Rider no longer bothering with anything more than the most essential bare minimum of respectability. She wears old but well-made clothing, oft mended and far better cared for than the woman herself, and though the rich blue of her favorite tunic has been worn to a dull grey, she'll don it for only the best occasions, seeming to carry herself a little differently when she does -- as though she remembers a time when she was someone else than the Rider she's become.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: D'nah embodies the idea of survivor's guilt, a Caravan Guard who lived when others perished, a Thread-Fighting Rider who has seen first-hand the horror of their ancient nemesis. Somehow, despite the odds, she's survived when others who were better did not. Once, she thought it was unjust. Now, she's accepted it with the grim certainty that someday she, too, will be the Rider who wasn't quite fast enough, wasn't clever enough, or simply ran out of luck.
The thought haunts her, not on her own account, but for Galeth; a riderless dragon never lasts long, and so D'nah must be unyielding in her determination, steadfast in her resolve. For him, she will do what must be done; for him, she will fight Death itself and scream bloody defiance, no matter how bone-deep tired she is, or how much she might like to put down her riding straps and just... rest.
There is no rest for D'nah. Not while Thread falls, not while Pern cries out for defense. She's unerringly loyal to those who earn her trust, but life has dealt her an unkind hand, and while she'll always do her duty, she's slow to have more faith in others than it takes to fly Thread. The thought of failure haunts her, obsesses her, even, and she resents those who don't take every aspect of Weyr life as deathly serious as she does. Weyr politics frustrate the woman, and at times she's furious that others spend so much of their focus on petty wherry shit when there are men and women dying in the skies. How dare they take the gift of Dragon flame for granted-?
HISTORY
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BIRTHPLACE:
HISTORY:
The Peacekeepers Age
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D'nah and White Galeth [WIP]
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GALETH
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BASICS
NAME: Galeth [Pronounced 'GAY-leth']
BIRTHDATE Autumn 2759
AGE: 13 as of 2772
APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 29 Feet
HEIGHT: 7.5 Feet
WINGSPAN: 42 Feet
COLOR: White
HEX CODE: #b39ddb
FULL APPEARANCE: Galeth stands large... for a white, anyway.
He's slim and neat, with a slightly smaller wingspan than might be expected for his height and length. The dragon's lack of color gleams an almost opalescent when he's in the starlight, the harsh sun casting him just the tiniest bit violet in his undertones, though his white is radiant in its starkness. Those who look very closely might notice that he does have markings, though they are very subtle and difficult to make out unless you spend as much time as D'nah does bathing and caring for the dragon.
Indeed, he has faint rosettes and whorls, rather like a spotty -- or a sand-snake, depending on your perspective. The patterns are darkest along his spine and neck ridges, his face a little darker, his belly moon-white.
Galeth has several scars from fighting Threadfall, including a rather nasty bit of work on his left wing membrane that took two Turns to heal and still troubles him when he goes Between distances, that icy void making the knotted lines of scar-tissue stiff and aching. There are several smaller, older scars from a Hatching accident, where a Green sister's claws gauged several marks across his hide in her haste to escape the wrath of a Blue who had found his Bond while she was in the way; these are quite faded, almost imperceptible unless you know to look.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Galeth is an agreeable dragon, far more so than his Rider. Like D'nah, he knows his duty to Weyr and Sky, and he takes it quite seriously; however, for Galeth, his Wingmates aren't a source of frustration. He sees their efforts and he admires their skill, always quick to call out when a Wingmate has done a particularly fine job at something. He's careful to bring concerns up in a more private way, preferring to speak to the dragon directly rather than involve their Riders if it can be helped.
Galeth is serious, and perhaps a bit too invested in his work. His mind is always on the threat they must fight, obsessed, though perhaps if his Rider could think of anything else he might be less single-minded. It worries her constantly, and so it worries him.
The incident with his left wing left him unable to fly for several turns, a dark time for Galeth and his Rider. He's aware of his limitations now, and though he hides his insecurity at how much slower, how much less dexterous he is compared to how he was before, they eat away at his heart, an anxiety that never fully goes away no matter how well they might do.
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BASICS
NAME: Galeth [Pronounced 'GAY-leth']
BIRTHDATE Autumn 2759
AGE: 13 as of 2772
APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 29 Feet
HEIGHT: 7.5 Feet
WINGSPAN: 42 Feet
COLOR: White
HEX CODE: #b39ddb
FULL APPEARANCE: Galeth stands large... for a white, anyway.
He's slim and neat, with a slightly smaller wingspan than might be expected for his height and length. The dragon's lack of color gleams an almost opalescent when he's in the starlight, the harsh sun casting him just the tiniest bit violet in his undertones, though his white is radiant in its starkness. Those who look very closely might notice that he does have markings, though they are very subtle and difficult to make out unless you spend as much time as D'nah does bathing and caring for the dragon.
Indeed, he has faint rosettes and whorls, rather like a spotty -- or a sand-snake, depending on your perspective. The patterns are darkest along his spine and neck ridges, his face a little darker, his belly moon-white.
Galeth has several scars from fighting Threadfall, including a rather nasty bit of work on his left wing membrane that took two Turns to heal and still troubles him when he goes Between distances, that icy void making the knotted lines of scar-tissue stiff and aching. There are several smaller, older scars from a Hatching accident, where a Green sister's claws gauged several marks across his hide in her haste to escape the wrath of a Blue who had found his Bond while she was in the way; these are quite faded, almost imperceptible unless you know to look.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Galeth is an agreeable dragon, far more so than his Rider. Like D'nah, he knows his duty to Weyr and Sky, and he takes it quite seriously; however, for Galeth, his Wingmates aren't a source of frustration. He sees their efforts and he admires their skill, always quick to call out when a Wingmate has done a particularly fine job at something. He's careful to bring concerns up in a more private way, preferring to speak to the dragon directly rather than involve their Riders if it can be helped.
Galeth is serious, and perhaps a bit too invested in his work. His mind is always on the threat they must fight, obsessed, though perhaps if his Rider could think of anything else he might be less single-minded. It worries her constantly, and so it worries him.
The incident with his left wing left him unable to fly for several turns, a dark time for Galeth and his Rider. He's aware of his limitations now, and though he hides his insecurity at how much slower, how much less dexterous he is compared to how he was before, they eat away at his heart, an anxiety that never fully goes away no matter how well they might do.
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