"I'm a King. Not a goddamned princess. A King."
BASICS
NAME: Y'rhen, (Yaorhennin)
GENDER: AFAB
PRONOUNS: She/Her
ORIENTATION: Proclaimed Heterosexual, Variable by flight and her own moods. (Likely male-leaning bi/pan overall)
BIRTHDATE: Summer 2752
AGE: 25 as of 2777
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider, Trained Weaver by family, not Hall
WING: Nocturne Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Black
HAIR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 3", Elegant and Feminine
PLAY-BY: Summer Bishil
EXPY SOURCE: High King Margo (The Magicians TV Show)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Yaor, Y'rhen, Yarra - she goes by anything - is a beautiful woman, come into her own surely as she has grown, from a cute child to a truly beautiful young woman. She's tall, with just enough curves to be decidedly feminine, but not too much to be gauche or promiscuous. Her shoulders are gently sloped downwards, with a prominent collarbone and medium bust, down to a lean stomach and curved hips, with a rear that is elegant and perky, but again not too big, and then slender legs with small feet. Why people notice these things, she thinks, is pure gross masculinity, but she's lived in this world so long she knows how to wield her femininity a a weapon, down to the bustle of her dresses and the cut of her corsets, dressed to kill. She's sexy, yeah, but she's also way above your pay grade, sir, so don't let your eye linger too long. Overall, she wears elegantly woven dresses, and when she needs to, leather armor and corsetry that is more for showmanship than actual protection when not strictly needed in protective riding gear. She's trained with a rapier and a bow, perhaps not ladylike pastimes but trained enough to give her uniqueness, not battle prowess. She often rode for hunts with her siblings, and has keen eyes - or, er, eye, now.
Her face is gentle with a core of strength, expressions sharp edged and pure on her face. Her hair is long and dark brown, with rich hues of gold and bronze shot through, and it reaches her shoulders and down her back, though she often styles it high on her head in intricate braids and buns. Her chin is faintly rounded, with high cheekbones and an elegant forehead, perfectly groomed brows over round, dark eyes with long lashes, always well made up and painted to perfection. Of course, those eyes are not equal, one a far cry from the other- her right eye, injured and damaged from an injury during Romneoth's first threadfall, is a milky pale color with cataract and scar tissue, totally blind. While she's learned to adapt and move past this disability as it happened young enough for her to easily work and grow around it, it is still a point of contention for her. She most often wears elegantly beaded, decorated leather patches over this eye to hide it, but she also uses the to openly flaunt her disability, daring for anyone to comment, and keeping her style in the height of fashion.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Yarra is a human version of Pern's Queens. Er. Sort of? Noble, yes, sure, royal, not quite. But what that means that there's a streak of a powerful, dangerous woman in her, strong and contentious, not willing to put up with shit and grabbing life by the goolies and making it obey her will. She's of high spirits and hot head, with a tongue that doesn't quite know when to stop talking, or how to temper her words to the silver fluidity of the coy, fancy ladies she was raised to be. She likes to say if she were a dragon she'd be a green or garnet of fire, spitting flame and curses in the same breath. She likes the aura of ferocity it gives her - at least in her head.
She isn't - EXTRAPOLTE HERE
And then Romneoth looked to her, a 'mere' girl serving her sentence, as it were, and everything changed. Now, she has no problem speaking her mind and taking her life in her own hands. It may have not worked out as perfect as she once imagined, but she's happy. Though - she still has some problems with leadership, and any strict traditionalists she comes across are prone to meet her foul mouth and bad attitude if they remark on 'women on blues' or 'her place'. Semaca has been a good place for her.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Yaonnick - Father, Trader (Textiles)
Rohennia - Mother, Weaver (Embroidery Specialty)
H'nikit 0f Bronze Gaulteeth - Elder Brother (Telgar Rider, NPC)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None Currently
BIRTHPLACE: Crom Hold
HISTORY:
TW: Violence, Eye Injury (Threadfall), Mid. Misogyny
Yarrow has always been in the shadow of her elders. Her parents, Crom hobnobbers and wealthy as a noble without the bloodline snarls, and her big brother, a handsome rider in all his fine glory, to be adored and worshipped for his beautiful bronze and his service to Telgar Weyr.
Yeah, she thinks it bullshit too.
See Yarra has never been allowed to be anything but a damsel in distress and she's hated every moment of it. Doted on and spoiled by her family with a lavish life most would dream of, she found the whole affair rather stifling to be honest. She was born with a pair of poorly lungs and a weak constitution. A childhood illness set her abed for much of her first ten turns, and her parents oft whispered in not so hushed tones about what to do with her when she passed. However - she didn't. She grew strong, some medicine or simply her own constitution finally kicking in and she had no more troubles past then.
By the time she was twelve she was a firecracker of a little girl wanting to do everything she had always been told not to. She learned to ride, adopted a mare, practiced swordplay and archery with a doting elder brother who spoiled her rotten right up until the day he left her to go join Telgar as a candidate - as all children in her family were allowed to do, if they wished.
When he came back, though, it was like he was another person. He was jaded and powerful. He'd impressed a bronze and it had gone to his head, and he now was indoctrinated by the Telgar riderhood, haughty and callous. Yarrow was now a mere pest, a silly child he saw more as a fond memory than a person of her own.
He managed to convince her parents to train her in etiquette and social graces, putting her on a pedestal as a prize trophy to be won, a thing to be owned. She grew quickly tired of this treatment and began to protest, only to be put in her place by her brother and parents. It was turns of this since she turned fifteen constant battling off future marriage proposals and trying to fight her way into a craft, but her parents were too worried to let her apprentice properly. She managed to get a bit of training as a Weaver, however, as her family deemed that an acceptable safe craft. No amount of protesting and demonstration could convince them she was NOT the weak child she had been, and was, in fact, a healthy human with a whole future ahead.
Well. If that was the case - She demanded to be enrolled in Telgar's candidacy program. Her parents (and brother) hemmed and hawwed, but she reminded them there was always the chance she could bond a gold, and prove her Feminine worth. Her brother promised to look after her, and off she went.
It took some turns of waiting (more biding her time than anything as she fought to apprentice a crafter to get away from her smothering family) but when she was twenty turns or thereabouts, a dramatic blue hatchling threw himself at her feet, and monologued LOUDLY about the unfairness of life and love, and proclaimed her his bonded, and more, his true beloved. (Romneoth came out with a monologue, and swore he'd die with a soliloquy.)
And she was free. H'nickit had no interest inf a woman bluerider, and while he certainly didn't particularly care in general, it bothered him it being his darling precious sister. She paid him no mind, and she and Rommy soared through Weyrling training with high marks. She adored the freedom Romneoth offered her, even when he lambasted wildly about the nearest beautiful riser, or threw himself in a dramatic pile of blue hider at being ignored by a lady, or mocked by a rivel - he gave her life such color.
And then came their first threadfall as a graduated pair. Sorted into their positions in a proper wing, everything seemed fine. But- something went wrong. She's still not sure what, a shift in wind or a mis-timed dodge, or something. She didn't get the worst of it, but a clump of half-flamed thread caught her in the side of the face. Romneoth acted as fast as he could, but the heat and remaining thread did a number, eating through her flight goggles and damaging her eye.
She spent a decent while recuperating, but overall, she demanded she be placed back in a wing and not loaded with paperwork or desk duty. Romneoth was a hale, healthy fighting dragon, and she could do just fine with one eye. Eventually, though, she found a place needing the help more than Telgar - Semaca. She went with the rest of Rommy's clutch down to that weyr, in search of better climate and a new start, and she's been more relaxed and thrilled since her transfer than ever before. (Maybe it;'s the distance from her family? Nah. She says it's the air, but there's a smirk on her face as she says it.)
