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Lestenna of Bronze Apocryth

Lestenna
 
    Sat Sep 01, 2018 4:06 pm
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Lestenna of Bronze Apocryth

LESTENNA
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BASICS

RETIRE INFO: Retire
NAME: Lestenna
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic, demisexual.

BIRTHDATE: Late autumn, 2742
AGE: 25 as of 2767
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyrling
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Dun brown
HAIR: Short, lightly wavy, the color of half-dried mud.
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'0", built like a brick wall.
FULL APPEARANCE: Lestenna stands proudly tall for a girl, especially one of such obvious working stock—above average height for her gender, though not for Pern as a whole, and aided by almost stubbornly erect posture and shoulders that, when squared, would be the envy of half the males her age, give her an air of being perhaps taller than she really is. She is well-built and muscled, decently proportioned as far as her weight-to-height ratio goes; sadly she is not graced with any kind of feminine form.

Her hair is a nondescript medium brown, and vaguely waved from a life near the sea, as well as genetics. Or rather, it would be if she let it grow. Following her move to the Weyr she had it cut close (to better fit under a riding cap should she manage to impress) and she has kept it cropped close since; barely four inches long and out of the way, it's revealed a rather round head and unapologetically larger than usual ears. Her nose as well is rather unfeminine—proud and long, it dominates her face and gives it an unfortunately masculine lilt as it juts from between her hard brown eyes and short—if thick—brows. Her lips could be called plush...when they're not drawn into a tense line or worse, a serious frown. of course.

Her clothing is utilitarian at best; out of style, though properly maintained, and she cares not for flashy pieces or baubles. In a crowd she would be hard to pick out as an up and coming rider at all, let alone a bronzerider.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: A hard but fair life reared Lestenna up to be similarly hard but fair. Always striving to show her worth, to be of use, to be helpful, to make her way and an honest living. Life is about your place in it, and earning that place with your own two hands and the deeds you can do. There is pride to be found, and honor, in an honest living, working with one's hands and finding pleasure in whatever your lot in life is. Or at least that's what Lestenna was always told. That the world was good, and bettered by those in it who led good lives, and that those who chose the wrong paths, the dark ways and dishonest ones would be found out and reap what they sowed.

She has a strong distaste for those who shirk duty, and those who put personal desires over the greater good. There is a clear hierarchy of importance in her mind, and the individual is at the bottom. Sacrifice is expected and noble, and selfish acts impact everyone, and are a sign of a careless mind, or worse, a risk to the ongoing success of the Weyr. She has no problem expressing when she feels someone is being poorly behaved or doing something that will cause trouble, and would similarly expect to be 'brought to her senses' if she wound up acting in an unacceptable manner.

Once her respect is lost, it is a hard effort to rebuild it. She understands that people can grow and correct their behavior, but similarly understands that the core of most people is solid, slow to shift, and at the deepest level, immutable. Those willing to put in the time to correct their mistakes and pay recompense will find forgiveness. Those who simply shrug their failings off as someone else's problem will not.
Pros: Level-headed, respectable, resilient, reasonable.
Cons: Distrusting of non-Fortians, blunt, rigid, unforgiving.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
-Lestor, 56, father, a drudge.
-Tenna, 48, mother, a drudge.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.
BIRTHPLACE: A minor sea-side hold towards Tillek.
HISTORY: Born a child of two drudges in a tiny sea-side hold, that Lestenna was both healthy and bright in the creche was something of a welcome surprise. She grew swiftly, and suffered few childhood injuries or illnesses—all in all she was entirely robust, and clever in the way of children who figure out on their own, and all too soon, that there is no tooth wherry or magical being bearing turnover gifts for those scolded into good behavior.

From youth she understood that her parents were drudges, and that they would never be more than that. They lacked the skill, motivation, or desire to do anything but menial labor...but that wasn't the case for her. She had always been a hard worker, and had come to enjoy and thrive on helping others, completing tasks, and making the life of those around her better. For a time she considered trying her hand at a craft...but, rather like her parents, she had no natural given skills to perfect. She devoted herself to doing all she could in her small backwater home in the meantime. And the war ended. And they prepared for the inevitable return of thread.

She'd always known that dragonriders would burn the thread away that threatened them, but until thread indeed returned it seemed more story than fact of life. Once the falls began, the level of those riders' devotion hit home in her heart. She was doing chores and lending a hand to the few people around her—they were preserving the entirety of life on Pern. It was mind-altering, to think one person could choose to give so much for the betterment of so many. To her childish mind they were heroes. Far out of reach, but something to look up to, to model herself after.

So when the searchrider came to call just after her 17th nameday, it was an offer she could not begin to think of refusing. With her heart in her throat and the glory of determination, hope, resolve singing in her blood, she bid all she'd known farewell in order to do her part for Pern.

Six, seven, eight turns she stood, watching clutch after clutch go by without picking her. It made little matter to her—though she desired to be a rider more than anything else, if none were right, then none were right. She would find a way to serve Fort regardless. In that time she saw the advent of garnets, saw Fort and High Reaches battle and struggle, saw power change hands, poisoning, assassinations, rebellions, the discovery of the Summerlands...life has moved at a breakneck pace, but it all meant little to her beyond providing reminders of how fractured Pern was, now in a Pass when they should band together. What she wouldn't give to be able to lend some aid, to do something to help protect her precious Weyr, her beloved Pern...

And then, from what was apt to be her final clutch to stand, it happened. He came. Her Apocryth. At last, she had found a kindred soul, and could finally begin to repay the Weyr for so much, greatest of all this last, most perfect gift.
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    Sat Sep 01, 2018 5:14 pm
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APOCRYTH
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BASICS

NAME: Apocryth
BIRTHDATE Late winter 2767
AGE: 0 as of 2767

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 55ft
HEIGHT: 14ft
WINGSPAN: 84ft
COLOR: Bronze
HEX CODE: #c0c0a6
FULL APPEARANCE: A stunning conqueror. Apocryth is large and strong, built solidly and notably more muscular than Veototh. He is larger too, with sharp teeth and a powerful form. He is a fighter through and through, and he will stand strong against any storm. He is a pale bronze all over, shining best in the light. There is a dark bronze mask over his face, with a lighter patch over his nose. A tarnished bronze "scar" mark crosses over his right eye and down the right side of his neck. Darker bronze markings cross over his forelegs and down his sides, like wide bands with mosaic accents. The insides of his wingsails are streaked with dark bronze, making them look like secondary wings. A darker color is over the backs of his wings.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Apocryth is a hardened warrior right out of the shell. He considers the pros and cons to major actions, but he approaches life like a military commander. His thought process must consider the good of the weyr at large, and how his actions will help or harm. He is very well-intentioned, with "his" people (see: the weyr) put first. That said, his anger will be terrifying. He has no problems fighting other dragons, harming humans, or showing the world his power. Strength through force, loyalty through power. There is no other way.

To his rider, Apocryth is less a friend and more of a fellow soldier. He thinks like a soldier, that things must be in order, things must be done a certain way. He needs to learn that the world does not live or die based on what he does or what he has failed to do, as failure carries a tremendous guilt in his heart. Apocryth has very little care or love for many others. Vaheoth may have his affection, but it is Varelsith who he is likely to spend hours with, the white and him operating on the same level.
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