"I'm trouble
Yeah, trouble now
I'm trouble y'all
I got trouble in my town"
-Trouble by P!nk
BASICS
NAME: Aliera; what nicknames?
GENDER: Androgynous, born feminine
PRONOUNS: Yes. (he/him/his, she/her/hers, they/them/their)
ORIENTATION: Why do you feel the need to know?
BIRTHDATE: Early Fall 2743 (September 8th)
AGE: 29 as of Early Winter 2772
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Bronzerider
WING: Nocturne
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue, appears grey in some lights
HAIR: Blonde, trimmed short on the sides
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 4" of whoop ass
PLAY-BY: Alecia Beth Moore (P!nk)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Aliera is a force of nature contained in a small body, being 5' 4" in height, but sturdy from Turns of physical labor. Her hair is...quite a statement! Bright blonde in color, she has elected to keep the side shaved short with a bob on top, both to reduce the drag in her Threadfighting helmet and for her own personal preference. Her eyes are a dark blue color, which can sometimes appear to be grey in the right light and angle, or if you draw very close to Aliera. The latter is not recommended for safety. When it comes to her wardrobe, Aliera likes to wear garb out of the ordinary, but still functional. As a result, she often decides on her well-worn boots, a pair of black pants, and a sleeveless top under a sturdy leather jacket.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Headstrong and fierce are two good words to describe Aliera. Rarely does she take no for an answer, and always challenges the limits of what is deemed to be impossible. With her own two feet and her wits, she can go where she pleases, and there ain't nobody who can stop her. Recklessness is another trait of Aliera's, but sometimes to her benefit. Screw the risks! If there's something that needs done, it's gonna get done. Yet her reckless behavior can endanger her and sometimes others, as she thinks things through for barely a split second before charging the Hold's gates. One shouldn't underestimate Aliera because she's small in stature. This woman will beat your ass without mercy, given reason to. Or not given reason to. Aliera has been known to pick fights at times, for reasons unknown, though she seems to engage in brawling only after calling out someone's bullshit. However, Aliera has been known for being incorrect at times, and often refuses to listen if people point out that she's in the wrong. When she catches a whiff of that nonsense, she's gone. No way, no how will she tolerate it for a second.
If there's someone that needs saving, Aliera is the first to heed the call. Diving headfirst into danger for others on the back of her bronze Hjalmarth is like second breakfast to this person. She's known for her bravery and empathy, though it's hard to see it under her outward attitude of sass, snark, and sarcasm. Sensitive to the needs of others, Aliera is always there to give someone hurting a pat on the back or a slap upside the head. It just depends on the situation. She will absolutely not take shit from anyone, and has no problem bluntly stating what's on her mind. She's also not afraid to throw hands, if that's what it takes. Aliera's loyalty is hard to earn, and her respect even harder. However, once you've won her loyalty, it would take Thread falling up to dissuade her. Additionally, Aliera is difficult to shake. Stubborn and resilient, she can take a beating in all senses of the word. Though it doesn't seem like it, she takes her duty to her Weyr very seriously, and she'd do anything necessary to protect it.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
T'dy - greenrider - mother - living
J'son - dragonrider - elder brother - living
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Open!
BIRTHPLACE: Ista Weyr
HISTORY:
Born amid some of the worst storms Ista Weyr had ever seen, Aliera seemed to absorb a part of the churning waves and thunderous claps into her being at birth, for she emerged a squalling, fighting thing. Her childhood was unremarkable, spending her days doing chores, learning her lessons, getting teased by her older brother and his friends, and dogging the heels of the adult riders. To be born into a Weyr - and thus open to the opportunity of Impression - was such a boon! From a young age, Aliera started preparing herself for the day she would stand on Ista's sands as a Candidate.
Aliera signed herself up for Candidacy as soon as she was able, expecting to Impress in relative short order. It was normal to expect such things, right? Well, apparently not, as many dragonets passed her by over the many Hatchings she attended. Yet when she was nearing her 23rd Turn, it was her time to shine. A fine bronze hatched, shook himself off, and marched straight to Aliera. Hjalmarth had made his choice, and he wasn't about to change it for anything. Aliera was his person, now and forever, and he was her perfect partner. They were one; two halves to a whole. Aliera was enraptured with her bronze, and they entered weyrling training together with no small amount of pride in their stride.
Aliera graduated from training, and Hjalmarth had matured into a magnificent bronze dragon. Their first Threadfall was a success, with no major injury. Then Hjalmarth flew a beautiful garnet, and Aliera became close to the garnetrider. Yet over time, they two humans fell out, and a resentment bloomed between them over matters Aliera refuses to speak of. In truth, they just weren't right for each other, but neither would admit it. Rather than remain in Ista and deal with this mess, Aliera and Hjalmarth transferred to the Semaca Weyr. What awaited them? Who the forsk knew?
UPDATES
- Late Fall 2773: In Threadfall, Hjalmarth doesn't notice some Thread falling from above, which lands on Aliera, badly scoring her chest, left arm, and left thigh. (Major) The bronze panics, colliding with Espinneth in his hurry to get to Healers on the ground; he's miraculously unharmed in the crash.
