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Calogera of Brown Ghermath

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Calogera of Brown Ghermath

Calogera

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"I thought order was restored to Pern. To see such chaos, even here..."
-Cassandra Pentaghast, Dragon Age: Inquisition


BASICS

NAME: Calogera; sometimes called Calo or Gera
GENDER: Feminine, but giving off some masculine vibes
PRONOUNS: Feminine (she/her/hers)
ORIENTATION: Romantic Heterosexual by upbringing, but questioning if she's perhaps bisexual; exploring

BIRTHDATE: Early Fall 2745
AGE: 28 as of Early Spring 2773
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Brownrider
WING: Eclipse

APPEARANCE
EYES: Hazel Brown
HAIR: Black, kept short, styled with a braid
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 8"; strong and fit
PLAY-BY: Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age: Inquisition)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Standing at a respectable 5' 8", Calogera is only a mite taller than the average woman. Yet her build reflects that of a disciplined warrior, not a pretty housewife. Strong from Turns of tumbling and fit from dragonriding, she is not someone to be trifled with. Calogera possesses a heart-shaped face with a strong, angular jaw; an odd combination, yet an appealing one. Her eyes are a rich walnut hazel color, capable of holding both a cutting edge and quiet warmth. Her hair is ebony black, kept quite a bit shorter than most women, styled with a braid wrapping around the back of her head. Her brows are as dark as her hair, yet narrow and often pinched in a frown. She bears scars on both sides of her face from training accidents. One is small and on her right cheekbone, with the other is longer and deeper, running down the left side of her face. This combined serves to give her a bit of a stern, authoritative look. Calogera prefers her wardrobe to be quality and function over quantity. Good luck getting her to attend a Gather at all, and forget about needling her into wearing a dress. Fashion is beyond her entirely, so best to play it safe with a good, respectable tunic and slacks with sturdy, comfortable boots.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Calogera is quite an individual. In a first encounter, she comes off as sharp, very brusque, and blunt; she doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything. What she doesn't give off right away is her immense drive to work, and work hard. She is driven and strong, and will throw all her weight into the collar. She will use her strength to lift others up; to protect those in need and provide what safety she can. That said, Calogera doesn't approve of those who slack off, and will deliver a searing, swift tongue-lashing. She holds a deep-seated grudge against Holders and their politics in general, thanks to Vestalus' nonsense in her youth. No Holder or Hold-bred individual will find much comfort from Calogera.

Calogera is impulsive, but not to the point of recklessly endangering others. She follows her gut, but she tempers this with logic. She is notably stubborn, and rarely takes "no" for an answer, especially if she feels strongly on the contested topic. There are times that she will throw caution and orders to the wind and do what she sees as right. If something must be done, Calogera will do it, regardless of how dirty the job may be. So long as it's for the greater good of the world and Weyr, that is. Never will Calogera submit to being ordered to harm the innocent or act against her duty. Calogera isn't stupid - she's in fact very intelligent - and won't hesitate to make someone eat their words for assuming she's a dumb grunt.

Doubt. It colors every facet of Calogera. She knows not what she's supposed to think; how she's supposed to feel. Growing up, it was wrong to be attracted to other girls, yet Calogera would still find herself admiring the feminine form. Growing up, she was supposed to be dainty and gentle. Well, that she's already called wherryshit and thrown out the window. Calogera, as a result of these constant uncertainties, can actually be quite understanding toward those who experience similar dificulties. Already empathetic and caring by nature, she merely seeks to aid those in need to the best of her abilities. Calogera is very firm in her stance that she must bring justice where need be, but not wrongful persecution or revenge. Justice, and only justice.

Calogera is prone to extremes and can succumb to her deep-seated anger issues at times. She can become belligerently angry, use foul language, and even get physical. This only makes her more stubborn if people elect to fight her, which only makes her more impulsive, which only makes her angry. It is a vicious cycle, and one Calogera is quite ashamed of. Additionally, her respect must be earned, or else it is rare that Calogera will heed your words. Thankfully, she both respects and likes her wingleader quite a bit. She absolutely cannot stand liars or betrayers, and will become personally slighted if even an acquaintance of hers receives such treatment. That is when her devotion to justice becomes a quest for revenge, determined to bring about payback.

Calogera has one secret: she is a romantic sap at heart. She absolutely loves hearing stories of star-crossed lovers and valiant heroes and damsels in distress, but good luck getting her to admit it. She often likes to sequester herself away with pilfered literature on such subjects, whenever she has the opportunity. Melancholy music can tug at Calogera's heartstrings as well, though she'll never let it show. Well, she'll hide in the back of the room so no-one will see her smile. That has to count! Calogera both embraces this side of her and goes to great lengths to hide it, for she believes others will use her passion against her if they ever found out. She can get very defensive if her secret's found out, not hesitating to snap or remain in extreme denial.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Matthias - Holder - father - living
Tigana - Holder - mother - living
Pentaghast - older brother - Holder-to-be - living
Loren - Holder-bred - brother - living - open tie!
Vestalus - Holder - uncle - living
Deeba - Holder-bred - cousin - living
Treylus - Holder-to-be - cousin - living
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None, open.
BIRTHPLACE: Minor Hold beholden to Fort
HISTORY: TW: separation from parents
Calogera was born to Matthias and Tigana, both Holders in a long-lived family of Fortian nobility. Calogera, unfortunately for her, was not the firstborn nor a son. It fell to her eldest brother, Pentaghast, to become the next Holder of their home. It was in Calogera's twelfth Turn that she, along with her brother Loren, were sent away to live with their uncle Vestalus in a neighboring Minor Hold. The reason? To remove any potential competitors for Pentaghast and provide Vestalus with a male heir, for his own attempts to secure his lineage remained unsuccessful. Calogera never saw her parents again. There are still days that Calogera wonders what might've happened had she been permitted to remain there, in the Hold of her birth with her family. She tries not to let the bitterness and disgust for her parents' actions, all to secure Pentaghast's place as the next Holder, get to her.

Life under her uncle was...difficult. A staunch Traditionalist and very controlling, Vestalus demanded perfection of his niece and nephew. While Loren was tutored to conduct Hold business, Calogera was to undergo training to become a lovely young Lady, and eventually become a suitable wife to secure ties to other families through marriage - like her cousin, Vestalus' only child, daughter Deeba. Calogera wouldn't have it. The classes themselves were both mind-numbing and stifling, and her cousin Deeba a dull, dim-witted creature to be around. She balked at every thing she was told was important; questioned everything. What did it matter that she folded a napkin just so? Why in Faranth's name did anyone need to know twelve different ways to fold a napkin? What did it matter that she sit perfectly in her seat? It was all ludicrous to Calogera, leading to disagreements between her and her uncle.

Calogera finally couldn't bear any more of her tutoring. From her seventeenth Turn and onward, she refused to attend her silly froufrou lessons on feminine etiquette, instead watching the boys learn to duel with honor and dignity whenever the time was allotted for the activity, and skulking around the resident Harpers to listen to tales that were most definitely not approved by her uncle or teachers. Relations between Calogera and Vestalus went from bad to worse. Butting heads on a daily basis, Calogera sought solace in her brother Loren. After the betrayal of their parents, all they had left was each other. Their bratty cousin Deeba most certainly cared nothing for them. It was around this time that Vestalus finally sired a son, Treylus, and an heir of his own Blood for his Hold. A Searchrider came to their dwelling, and Vestalus pulled out all the stops. Here was his opportunity to perhaps lose the competition posed by his nephew Loren.

Imagine Vestalus' shock when the Searchdragon selected Calogera out of all available young members of the Hold. His stubborn, belligerent, failure of a niece. Vestalus donned a smile to mask his cold rage and bid Calogera farewell - which was politely disguised code for "get out of my sight and never return". Calogera, while shocked at the Searchdragon's decision, was glad to accept this escape from this gilded cage she'd dwelled in all her life. Bidding her brother good luck and and farewell while giving her uncle a sour look, she departed for Fort Weyr with new hope and a dream to one day become a Fortian dragonrider.

Turns passed, and Calogera was left without a dragon. She even tried for whers! No dice. Turns of disappointment. Turns of being passed up and being left Standing. Hope faded and her dream of becoming a dragonrider became distant. Candidacy became a day-to-day ordeal to get through as Calogera grew older and older. It was in Calogera's twenty-fifth Turn in the early spring of 2770 that Serapheth's clutch - dubbed The Blessing of the Moon - began hatching. Calogera dutifully attended, keeping her hope firmly in check and her mind clear and open, as she'd been taught. Keeping her head down toward the rear of the assembled Candidates, Calogera fully expected to walk away alone again.

Oh, but how wrong she was, for tonight was her time to shine.

Ah... Well, it is the night of the hunt, is it not? How curious for you to be here. Nevermind then, really. Come, Calogera. I, Ghermath, have plenty to learn, and I am hungry.

Calogera looked up and locked eyes with the rainbow hues of the small, wrinkly brown before her, and her entire life changed in that moment. Here was her soulmate; the one she had been waiting for all this time. As his mind merged with hers, Calogera realized that she would never be alone or find herself without aid in her darkest hour. Ghermath would be with her until death separated them. Head held high, Calogera strode to the meat buckets with her brown, no longer a Candidate, but a weyrling. Let her uncle catch wind of his niece's Impression to a fine brown and pull his hair out, the stiff bastard.

Despite a training accident leaving Calogera with a scar or two on her face, she and her Ghermath graduated from weyrlinghood with distinction into their first fighting wing: Eclipse. At last, Calogera had achieved her goal: become a dragonrider and escape the nonsense expected of her as a Holder. With Ghermath at her side, there was nothing the two of them couldn't accomplish together.


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UPDATES
  • Late Fall 2773: In Threadfall, Calogera somehow strains her left shoulder feeding Ghermath firestone. (Mild)
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Ghermath

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Ah... Well, it is the night of the hunt, is it not? How curious for you to be here. Nevermind then, really. Come, Calogera. I, Ghermath, have plenty to learn, and I am hungry.

BASICS

NAME: Ghermath
BIRTHDATE Early Spring 2770
AGE: 3 as of Early Spring 2773

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 39 ft.
HEIGHT: 9.75 ft.
WINGSPAN: 58.5 ft.
COLOR: Brown
HEX CODE: #8a755e
FULL APPEARANCE:
A small, wrinkled brown. Ghermath looks like he has been prematurely aged, and he could stand a few extra oilings. He is a faded brown all over, with pale splatter-like markings on his wings, and fading on his tail. His markings otherwise are a dark, oak brown. It is over his face, and on his forelegs like carefully laced boots. His hind legs have similar markings, and there are dark wheel-like markings on his hips.

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PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Ghermath seems like he is already old. He prefers to sit back and observe, and there will likely be no change in him when he is an old dragon in retirement. That is not to say he is lazy. He has a very practiced eye, better at deciding when is the optimal time to properly act. He is quite dutiful, taking such work very seriously. While he initially finds Essengeth interesting, his opinion will quickly change to see her as useless, favoring Nith overall. Most of his siblings are viewed with suspicion or contempt otherwise, save for Yharnath, who he regards as a friend.

To his rider, Ghermath may be an old man who prefers things done his way. He may argue with them if they do something he does not approve of, but he does care for them at the end of the day. Though he will sometimes greatly resent his work, he can be a fine search dragon if his rider so chose. Though he has no lofty ideas of leadership, he can rise to the occasion if his rider insists.

Voice: Ghermath will never not sound old and gravely. His voice will always sound like he is raspy and elderly.


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