"Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back."
BASICS
NAME: Morthea (previously known as Andromorthea)
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Too focused on her Moonith for romance and is too innocent.
BIRTHDATE: Late summer of 2753
AGE: 22 as of 2775
LOCATION: High Reachers Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider
WING: Raindance
APPEARANCE
EYES: Warm, dreamy chocolate eyes that appear hazel in the sunlight.
HAIR: Long, blonde wavy hair that gets tangled easily, even when she tries to keep it neat.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: Short by and slight.
PLAY-BY: Original art
FULL APPEARANCE:
She always appears like she has a hair out of place and it’s very noticeable, especially as her hair goes down to her stomach. Despite being quite frazzled herself, she is very strict about keeping good hygiene and is not afraid to lecture others about it.
She looks younger than she actually is and always caries a smile, often accompanied by a dazed pull over her eyes (when she is off in her own thoughts). This makes people see her as dreamy at times, almost like an elegant spirit (if she weren’t so messy!). When she moves she is only either floating or bounding somewhere. Even when in thought, she will pace around rampantly, unable to keep still. She is stronger than she looks and is often misjudged for her small stature.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
She is a very charismatic and vivacious, desperate to create a good impression. However it is quite awkward as she gets anxious easily but doesn’t want it to show, resulting in Moorith needing to help calm her down, or else she will become a flood of emotions. She has had many sleepless nights due to overthinking, though she tries to be positive. She is quite outspoken and can spout things off at times which would be best kept to herself, she is still learning to control her tongue as this has landed her in trouble with her superiors before.
Morthea has always had a deep passion for learning and making collections of things she finds interesting like rocks, record skins etc. this can lead to her rambling to other people, but usually herself about new ideas which she will obsess over. This has allowed her to become very appreciative of all the life around her and she wants to preserve its beauty. She can be seen as unusual even by Weyr standards for a variety of things such as abstaining from wearing the assigned leather boots to be ‘more in touch’ with the earth and breaking conversation with someone to mutter very off-track thoughts to herself. However, when she truly has a goal in mind she will not rest until she accomplishes it (literally :,) ).
She is quick to notice little changes and when something seems wrong-this makes other people trust her instincts as they are generally always right. However she gets distracted by her thoughts rather easily like a 6 month old dragon! She strives to live a life true to her opinions and most of all she desires genuine companionship and will be fiercely loyal to those she finds interesting.
She may talk a lot, but there are some thoughts she can only truly share with Moorith- she believes she could never love anyone as fiercely as she loves Moorith! She knows she tends to rely on Moorith quite a lot and knows how messy and dazed she can seem at times, so she always strives to be better. So she may be someone trusted in High Reaches and relied upon by everyone, including Moorith.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Mom and Dad (alive)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Tillek cothold
HISTORY: She grew up in a loving but very rigid family. In her tight knit community children grew up parented by all the adults living there, so she grew up learning many different things and viewpoints, however this meant she didn’t have an especially close relationship with her parents.
Growing up she adored hearing about dragons in tall tales from the elders in Tillek cothold, fantastical beasts who fought thread and had a soul connection to their rider. She felt giddy every time she heard dragons, as though all the hairs on her body were raising in eager apprehension. In her community people were expected to stick to the jobs assigned and nobody really drifted to the nearby Weyrs. In fact despite the rare searches nobody from her community had successfully become a dragon rider in the past 30 years. This made her aspiration seem ridiculous and so people her age avoided her and teased her whenever she started speaking seriously about her passion for dragons.
Most people seemed to hate anyone who acted unusually or didn’t want to talk about solely the small acts of life in her village. This made Morthea feel alone and often more anxious trying to talk to people about the collections of objects she treasured and how she thought the world should be- unable to genuinely be herself. However she refused to fall to the mundane boring views of life like she believed the people around her were succumbing to.
She was expected to follow into one of her parents occupations as both her parents worked as bakers. It was only natural she should tread in the path they had already successfully laid for her. However her lack of care for cooking was extremely apparent as she became distracted by the customers or was locked into her imagination so much that she burnt more bread than she had ever successfully made! She was deemed a failure for this and despite trying her hand apprenticing as a miner and later a tanner, she couldn’t stay focused or happy with her work… she wanted more. She spent a lot of time sketching the world around her, swallowing books down whole and would do a bit of everything, but this artistic side was never appreciated by any except some of the elders and a few of the adults who enjoyed the life and different views she brought.
She tried to look on the bright side, but once she turned 14 summers her parents started becoming more forceful with trying to teach her how to run the bakery, causing her to feel more and more sick of it all. Nearly every night was filled with some sort of screaming match beyond her control and at some point she just gave up fighting. She never gave up her passion for dragons, but knew unless their was a search she stood no chance. She truly appreciated the little daily events of life in her community, but it was suffocating to feel trapped to what her parents thought would be best. She was stubborn and no one could convince her to give up her silly fantasy of becoming a dragon rider. Her stubbornness led to her working all sorts of small jobs around the cothold to not have to work at the bakery.
One day during her 16th summer the dragon riders from High Reaches Weyr arrived on a search and she felt a trust of fear. This would be it, she felt like screaming “I’m here!” So she did, she went right up to a tall secure looking dragon rider of a bronze and blurted out in the most confident (despite feeling like she might throw up) tone she could muster, “Give me a chance! I promise, I won’t disappoint you. Even if I don’t impress I will do any job, any so long as I can be near a dragon, so please…” Despite the looks of betrayal the people in her village shot her she held eye contact with the man in front of her, not daring to even blink. Maybe it was how vulnerable she seemed as this tiny girl and he took pity, or maybe it was her earnest desire, she didn’t know. But he extended a hand after confirming she was prepared to try and she was brought to High Reaches Weyr. The worst part was she couldn’t look her parents in the eyes, her mother heartbroken and her father furious, she still feels too ashamed to face them.
When she first arrived at the Weyr her feelings of guilt were quickly replaced by excitement of being there. She spent hours solely scouring the Weyr getting lost in its beauty and eyeing the dragons, wondering if she may ever bond with one. During the hatching ceremony as she stood wih her heart thrumming and hair billowing behind her- she felt the best she had in a long time. But she soon realised when an elegant little green head emerged from its shell, that she now felt the best she had in her entire life. Rainbows swarming her vision and the sole vision of Moorith, it filled her full of love she never knew she could feel so strongly. From that day onwards she quickly became inseparable with her mighty, gorgeous and serious companion- despite being very opposite beings.
She found herself loving life at the Weyr and can not imagine being anywhere else. As she grew up with no siblings she was excited to meet people at the Weyr. She deeply desires to meet people who she can genuinely call her brothers/sisters. They all share their love of dragons and their own odd quirks. She has promised to herself to keep living each day to the fullest with Moorith.
