M'love of blue Skyloth

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M ' L O V E

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

BASICS
RETIRE INFO:Retire M'love, adopt Skyloth
NAME: M'love
GENDER: female
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Bisexual

BIRTHDATE: Fall 2744
AGE: twenty-six as of Early Winter 2770
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: formerJunior Flightleader, rider, wrangler of the dramatic and general go-getter
WING: Raindance

APPEARANCE
EYES: blue, more washed out than bright without cosmetics
HAIR: strawberry blonde, cut very short
HEIGHT AND BUILD: six feet and one inch when she stands up straight
PLAY-BY: Deborah Ann Woll
FULL APPEARANCE:

M'love is kind of hard to look at these days. She has a massive Threadscore on the left side of her head, the gouges and ridges made even worse with the evidence of now-healed infection. Her reddish-blonde hair is close cropped to aid in caring for the injury, revealing her ravaged ear. She's lost a considerable amount of weight during her time at the Healer Hall, and she never had much to spare.

M'love is one of those faces that only a mother could love.

Okay, that's not actually true. M'love has her own charms. But it is true that she's tall and gawky, and a little awkward looking. Her face and neck are long, and she's more skinny than slender. While weyrling training has gifted her muscles, they aren't anything terribly impressive in conjunction with her height. In any case, her complexion burns before it darkens, and she is highly protective of her skin. If only because it hurts like the dickens to burn.

Her hair changes color with the season. In summer, it bleaches out to a reddish blonde. She wears it in a single, tight braid, but that doesn't protect it from the effects of the sun. In winter, it darkens to something definitely more reddish than blond. She used to wear it down to her waist, but since Impressing Skyloth and learning the misery that is long hair and helmets, she keeps it shorter these days.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: M'love was an awkward, lonely child before Impressing Skyloth, and that still shows in many of her habits. She does not seek social interaction unless pushed or forced. She has high aspirations, though, and she wants the stars. Her cunning is a little lacking, though, given her relative social isolation, but as she grows with Skyloth, she learns.

With Skyloth, she has gotten better about being more outspoken. Paired with such a dramatic dragon, she's learned how to step into the spotlight from time to time. No need to hide from the wrath of gold riders, no longer. And while she spends a lot of time wrangling around Skyloth's dramatics - either indulging them, getting people to turn a blind eye to them, or circumventing them - she doesn't mind. Someone has to take center stage.

HISTORY
FAMILY: A tanner and a vintner at Benden Weyr, a few siblings at various crafthalls
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: D'ark of garnet Masreith, Late Winter 2744, former Senior Flightleader as of 2770
BIRTHPLACE: Benden Weyr
HISTORY:

M'love was not named M'love, nor anything that could possibly shorten into such an endearment. M'love was born Tanlek, and she was the daughter of a tanner and a vintner. Tanlek was all thumbs, though, and she grew so quickly that her spatial relationships with the world were in constant flux. She didn't have any particular aptitude for a craft, but she could do chores and run errands around the weyr. That's right, Tanlek was a drudge.

And that would have been her whole life, until the Senior Weyrwoman of High Reaches got herself and most of the bronzes in the weyr wiped out. A footnote in history. Benden's weyrwoman donated a clutch to the rebuilding High Reaches, and Tanlek volunteered to go help. After all, they needed plenty of hands, and while Tanlek wasn't the steadiest, she was reliable. And, best of all, that put her in a position to take her birthright as a candidate, which she hadn't felt confident enough to take at Benden. At High Reaches, who would know the difference?

Skyloth certainly didn't.

Tanlek? Ta'lek? T'lek? Tan'k? We'll work on it. Where are my people? Why is no one cheering for me? M'love, don't they know who I am?

Skyloth never found an elision that satisfied him, and started calling his rider exclusively by a flashy endearment - M'love. Tanlek found that she liked this constant reminder of affection, and eventually went through the formal process to change her name.

And they learned to work together. Skyloth proved to have a serious side, but they discovered that M'love's general steadiness could be egged to ambition. M'love learned that dragon riders weren't all so bad, although some of her fellow weyrlings tested that theory sorely. She became close to a few of them.

The High Reaches Murders worry her more than the Fort Poisonings. M'love was never meant to rise above her station. How long until the murders turn from badly behaved riders to unworthy riders?

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UPDATES

• Late Winter 2765 - M'love and A'ric had a very odd discussion about ambition. Both are quite convinced they are having the same conversation, when they are in fact not.
  
• Late Spring 2766 - Skyloth has decided it's high time he started Chasing. He chases a recently graduated green, and a slightly older garnet. Of the two, the garnet finds him acceptable. He turns out to sire a two egg clutch, the Ringing of the Bells clutch. M'love wonders how Faranth could have let this happen.
  
• Late Summer 2766 - The Bells hatch, revealing garnet Astralaeth and green Kibeth. M'love and Skyloth become involved in their training. She and the garnet rider, D'ark of Masreith, begin their uncomfortable dance of weyrmates.
  
• Early Spring 2767 - The Conclave held at High Reaches puts D'ark and M'love on edge. M'love takes a nasty tumble down some stairs, and D'ark decides it's high time he started protecting his weyrmate some more. He moves into her weyr.
  
• Late Spring 2767 - Terminath's second clutch holds little of note for D'ark and M'love, except that she manages to surprise and please D'ark with her sartorial choice.
  
• Late Summer 2767 - Masreith takes to the sky again, and M'love monopolizes D'ark's time while their dragons take to the air. Afterwards, she develops what she things might be morning sickness.
  
• Early Fall 2767 - The worst Fall yet, M'love catches a tangle of Thread on the left side of her face. She loses all hearing in her left ear, and tries to break things off with her weyrmate while she's in the infirmary. Now that he's fighting for their relationship, too, nothing of the sort happens.
  
• Late Fall 2767 - M'love's suspicions are validated when the healers confirm her pregnancy, and just as quickly dashed when a chance infection threatens her life enough to send her to the actual Healer's Hall. She misses the hatching of Skyloth's daughter's clutch.
  
• Early Winter 2767 - Between the raging infection that tries to claim her and the aggressive medicines M'love is subjected to in a bid to save her life, M'love loses the baby. She's going through too much to properly mourn the lost opportunity, just as she is barely coherent enough for much of the season to miss her weyrmate.
  
• Late Spring 2768 - It took too long, but M'love is finally released from her special posting at the Healer's Hall as being healthy enough to return to the weyr. She's lost a lot of weight, and is a little unsteady on her feet, but well on the road to making a full recovery. The score that started it all is still vivid and ugly, but no longer in danger of becoming infected.
  
• Summer 2768 - As if to welcome her back home, someone arranges for M'love to meet a newborn fire lizard. She names the gold 'Marigold', unsuspecting of the chaos that would soon follow.
  
• Late Spring 2770 - The weyr loses faith in their current Council when stolen eggs appear on High Reaches' barren sands. In the emergency elections that follow, someone puts M'love's name in the running for Flightleader. To her eternal surprise, she is elected Junior Flightleader. Her partner in leadership
  turns out to be her partner everywhere else, too: D'ark of garnet Masreith takes the role of Senior Flightleader. She is so proud of him.
  
• Summer 2770 - Though the stolen eggs were clearly not the right way to go about things, High Reaches is still in dire need of new generations. M'love is part of the majority in the Council that vote to allow Ista to donate a clutch. It's all very grand and scary.
  
• Early Fall 2770 - M'love should have been in the stands with the rest of the Council - with her weyrmate - when their donated clutch hatched, but she couldn't bring herself to be around people. Her class had the last pair of golds to hatch at High Reaches, and her feelings about the fates of Midath and Terminath were far too complicated to feel comfortable putting herself on display like that.
  
• Early Spring 2771 - For all her calamity, no one could say that Marigold is not a smart fire lizard. She pointedly gives M'love an egg from one of her own clutches, which hatches into a glowing-ember brown. something about being on display i think
  
• Late Spring 2771 - M'love very pointedly does not run for Council again, but she and D'ark unveil their plan before they turn over their positions to the newly elected riders - splitting the wings. M'love and Skyloth transfer into the newly minted Raindance to keep an eye on the untried wing. It's only fair.

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S K Y L O T H


Who could be as glorious as my, M'love? Just me, you, my leading lady. That's all we need.

BASICS
NAME: Skyloth
BIRTHDATE Early Summer 2764
AGE: six as of Early Winter 2770

OFFSPRING
The Ringing of the Bells - Early Summer 2766
Dam: Garnet Masreith (D'ark)
Walker of the Ways - Green Kibeth - grandchildren
Sorrow's Passing - Garnet Astralaeth

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: thirty-eight feet (38 ft)
HEIGHT: nine feet and six inches (9.5 ft)
WINGSPAN: fifty-seven feet (57 ft)
COLOR: Blue
HEX CODE: #559499
FULL APPEARANCE:
A long, lean, and theatrical dragon if there ever was one. Skyloth is dainty, but not delicate. He's all lean muscle and flexibility, with a fondness for standing with all his legs in one straight line, one right after another, and posing dramatically. His face is pointed and his tail is thin, and his wings are large but narrow. He is a soft, stormy-gray-blue all over, his spines a lighter blue - though still very pale and faded. His wings are glorious, bright checker patterns across the sails with the color fading from incredibly bold to a deep navy, with very faint ripples in color across his sails.



PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Skyloth is... dramatic. The world is a stage and he is definitely the star, right? That's how the world works? He's pretty sure that's how it works. He'll pose dramatically, wait for people to properly shower him with praise, and get upset when he doesn't feel like he is the center of attention. On the other hand, he's incredibly clever and can be very level-headed and even in stressful situations. When he buckles down and stops pretending that the world revolves around him, then he is a much more focused and effective dragon. He may be over the top and more than a little flamboyant, but when things really dig in, he's fairly reliable.

To his human, Skyloth retains that dramatic nature. He's over the top and there's no real way to make him stop unless his human gets mad. He's supportive at least, but he needs to be taught that he is not the star of the show, and he can't keep pretending he is. He's pretty close to Usurth, but Hyliath is not worth his time. He picks his friends carefully, and he enjoys spending time just being a dragon. Work is gross, but he'll do it with minimal complaints.

Voice: Skyloth's voice is on the deeper end of masculine, and very charming. He loves flowery language.

HATCHING

Clutch: The Heroes of Time
Dam: Gold Vilketh (Taliri)
Sire: Bronze Virenth
Hatching Number: four of thirteen (fourteen)
Details: Frustrated that he wasn't getting the recognition he deserved right out of the egg, Skyloth bit another candidate before Impressing to the then-Tanlek.
Why: Strap in, M'love. Skyloth needs a steady head, but you need to get out of the shadows every so often.


Garo
Did you see that? It moved. Shush, it moved and it was WEIRD!
A medium-sized purple egg with a big, bright gold bird face on it. This egg, for as weird as it seems, feels so very theatrical. It wants an audience!

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M A R I G O L D

Marigold, why do you have to destroy everything?

BASICS
NAME: Marigold
BIRTHDATE Early Summer 2768
AGE: two as of Early Winter 2770

APPEARANCE
SIZE: Huge
COLOR: gold
HEX CODE: #FFBB06
FULL APPEARANCE: Marigold will be slow to reach her full growth, but that's hard to tell because she is big. Large. She's an oversized bit of shine, more on the orange side of the gold spectrum. Her markings come in black curls spread across her neck, the tips of her wings, and her tailforks.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Marigold doesn't necessarily need to be the center of attention, but she demands to be given her proper respect. If she feels like she has been slighted, she turns destructive. If she feels like her person has been slighted, she gets haughty and vengeful. When given her due, though, Marigold like an indolent feline. She likes to lounge and be pampered, as willing to be shoulder candy as she is to be admired.

G L A U R U N G


BASICS
NAME: Glaurung
BIRTHDATE Early Spring 2771
AGE: newborn as of Early Spring 2771

APPEARANCE
SIZE: medium
COLOR: brown
HEX CODE: #bb894e
FULL APPEARANCE:
Glaurung looks like a ember given wings. From the top, he's a dark, burnt brown that gives way to a lighter, more yellow brown on his underside. His head is entirely dark, while his belly fairly glows, like a banked fire, and the only thing missing is a fine layer of ash. He's more on the medium side, all things considered.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
It's a good thing Glaurung is not particularly given to sneakiness. He prefers to make his presence known with loud stomping and perfunctory wingbeats. He's a mobile, active fire lizard that won't watch something if he can jump on it instead. His favorite food turns out to be bugs, and he has been known to toss his extras in the coals of a banked fire to keep for later.