Arya Of Green Brettath

[Blackwidow]

Arya
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"The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist"

BASICS
NAME: Arya
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

BIRTHDATE: Born late winter of 2754
AGE: 17 as of late winter 2771
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Weyr Candidate
WING: N/A

APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD:5’9 Average build
PLAY-BY:
FULL APPEARANCE: Arya has long raven black hair, almond shaped green eyes, and a petit form with tawny skin. Her long raven hair seems to frame her face just right when it is down. It falls to the small of her back, although she often likes to keep it up tight in a bun especially while doing her chores. She lets it flow freely when she isn’t occupied with chores or duties.

Arya is of average height. She has angular features, slanted eyebrows and narrow shoulders, small feet and slender hands. Her hands although slender are quite calloused and hard worked. Her voice is a little rougher than most girls, although her laugh is quite musical as some would put it, it is light and airy. When angered or riled up her nostrils will often flare with each inhale of breath, her teeth will clench visibly showing so from the tense muscles in her jaw.

Her posture doesn't help her come off as any less aggressive, finding it comfortable to stand with her arms folded across her chest, one foot jutted out and most of her weight leaned on the leg standing straight beneath her.


PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Arya is a bold, trusting, loyal, and outgoing individual. She is one that thinks more with her heart than her head, because of this she often struggles with the concept of lying. She would never want to be lied to from someone else so she doesn’t lie to others. A few times she has gotten into verbal altercations which have caused her to get riled up. When riled up she often tends to speak without thinking first. She just spits out whats in the front of her mind and often times doesn’t think of how it would make someone feel or react, nor does she think about the consequences of what she says until after everything is already said and done and she has calmed down. During one verbal altercation with a friend of hers, she got so riled up and angry she actually threw the first punch and hit her friend. Her friend had fought back defending herself, when everything was said and done and Arya had the time to calm down she felt bad after the fight. She apologized to her friend and since then she has kept a better hold of her anger so as not to get into a physical altercation ever again.

She is quick to greet someone or strike up a conversation, it does not matter if this person is outgoing or shy. She has no patience and absolutely detests bullies. She will usually strike up some small talk with someone even if it is a passerby, more often than not the small talk will turn into trying to make friends. It is definitely easy to tell when she is just saying hello to a passerby or trying to make friends with someone as, the conversation of small talk will just be short and sweet a few hellos, how you doings, hows life, etc. But if she is trying to make friends the conversation will drag on for a while and the small talk can turn personal so as to learn more about the person and in turn providing information about herself. Once making a friend she is loyal to them, like really loyal. She is also very kind-hearted to others and is always willing to lend a helping hand, especially to strangers.

Due to her boldness nature, she often craves to see more of the world, and loves a good adventure. Whenever she hears someone start to tell a story of their travels she rushes over to listen intently. She loves hearing of all the stories of other riders travels and things they have seen. She has bugged a few riders quite a bit to give her a ride outside of the Weyr, usually to a big gathering or festival at another hold.

HISTORY
FAMILY: Mother: Alive: Part of Cook staff, Father: Alive: Crafter
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY: Arya was born in Fort Weyr to hardworking parents, her mother is part of the cook staff, which Arya saw was fitting as she always thought her mother food was delicious. Her father is a woodsmith, Arya enjoyed watching her father craft things such as furniture. She loves how he can take ordinary wood and craft it into something so intricate and beautiful useful item such a cough or a chair. Arya had a good happy childhood, she always in high spirits, making lots of friends she enjoyed attending her Harper Lessons, and doing her chores. Her thoughts often let her think that others may have thought her weird for always being so high spirited and enjoying chores so much but she didn’t care.

She had a very close friend one she had basically grew up together with. She confided in this friend every one of her secrets, boy crushes, depressed thoughts, everything. She told this friend after her harper lessons one day about having this huge crush on one of the wher candidates. Her parents weren't fond of this boy as she had already told her parents about this. About a week later she found out her friend told both her parents and the boy and she was devastated. Not only did she get a scolding from her parents, but the boy rejected her as well, during one of her harper lessons on top of it all. She was mortified and couldn't believe her friend would do such a thing. It took her a little while to confide in her friend about things again but eventually she did.

She didn’t really know what she wanted to be or do when she grew up and spent many nights pondering it. Would she become a cook like her mother, or a crafter like her father, or would she find something else that she enjoys doing. As a hobby she would often dabble in both the skills of her mother and father. She found that she wasn't a very good cook often burning the food she attempted to make. Dabbling in the art of her father she found that she loved this very much and studied how her father crafted and applied her attention to in her harper lessons. She was unsure if she wanted to become a candidate until she saw a beautiful blue dragon soaring overhead on her way to her harper lessons.

[Blackwidow]

IC Information
What type of candidate is your character: Dual

What color/s does your character want?: Green or Blue
Does your character have any personality preferences or concerns?: Probably less bold or even less trusting of new people as my character will be a little more bold and little too trusting of others
Does your character have any other preferences or concerns?: nope

OOC Information
If your character is a dual candidate IC, do you have a strong preference on whether they Impress dragon or wher?: Dragon

What color(s) are you willing for your character to impress to?: any except gold
Do you want your character to be eligible for gold?: No not this character
Do you have any personality preferences or concerns?: more shy, less outgoing
Do you have any other preferences or concerns?: perhaps a little awkward
Why do you think these choice/s would be a good fit?: it would help my character grow along with being able to help the young dragon grow into a wonderful adult dragon

Do you have any preferences about the conditions of your character’s impression?: Hmm don't really have any conditions was thinking maybe go one hatching without impressing but now I'm leaning towards perhaps she impresses at the first hatching. Please surprise me and you choose whether she impresses on her first hatching or not :)
Are you alright with your character getting hurt? What injury level is acceptable/what should be avoided?:Yes I am fine with my character getting hurt. Injury level acceptable is pretty much any level. Avoided should be physically maiming so like nothing so serious that would cause a limp for example or the loss of a limb or severe scarring

Is there anything you will ABSOLUTELY NOT accept?: No I will accept pretty much anything :)

[Blackwidow]

Brettath




BASICS
NAME: Brettath
BIRTHDATE Early Spring 2773
AGE: Newborn as of Early Spring 2773


CLUTCHING
CLUTCHING: No
RUNS/FLIGHTS: 4


APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 25ft
HEIGHT: 6.25 Ft
WINGSPAN: 37Ft
COLOR: Green
HEX CODE: #3b5f50
FULL APPEARANCE: Brettath is small and adorable. She has a round face, big eyes and stubby little limbs that somehow just manage to make her cuter. Her features have a youthful quality to them that will never entirely go away. Her flying skills aren't particularly advanced and flashy, but she is fully capable of keeping up and doing her job. The top of Brettath's hide is a dark green, fading to a paler color along her wingtips. Her belly is a pale green.


PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Brettath is a green who is used to being overlooked and ignored. After all, there are so many flashier greens than her, therefor someone clearly would forget her. She is lacking in confidence, feeling rather foolish and forgotten among her siblings. She would ideally like someone to care for her and someone she can care for in return, even if that person ends up only being her rider. She is a green with a brilliant imagination, and would fall for every one of Zoth's boasts as truth, as she is also rather naive and sees the world only in shades of goodness. Nothing bad would ever happen, surely. After all, the world is good and only good people are in it. It's probably a good thing she is not trusted with marks, or responsibility.

To her rider, Brettath is the damsel that needs saving. She wants them to know how much she adores them, and she is very affectionate. She will need help building up her confidence and being taught that the world is not bubbly pies and rainbows, but she'll get there one day. Beneath all of her insecurities is a lust for adventure, to see the world and really find who she is under all of the worrying. She has little nicknames for friends, such as calling Vesseth the "Blue Wanderer" or Zoth the "Mighty Prince."

VOICE: Brettath's voice is young, and lacking confidence. She is rarely so bold, but her voice is pleasant to listen to.

Why Me?: Brettath needs a friend, a friend like Arya.

HATCHING
Clutch: The Kingdoms Edge (Vessels)
Damn: Gold Serapheth (Tuckal)
Sire: Brown Jitteboth (Artoirel)
Hatching Number: 14 of 16
Impression Number: 14 of 16


Your own journey must begin, for none can make it for you.
A small green egg with the image of a silver maiden wandering a lonely path across its shell. This egg feels young, if a little eager and naive.