WYATT
"Who can forgive me for all these things I've done?"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Wyatt
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Who cares?
BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2737
AGE: 30 as of Fall 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider
WING: Requiem Squad. Because killing is what she's best at. Why not do it in defense of something worthwhile for once?
APPEARANCE
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Golden blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'2, slender
PLAY-BY: Evan Rachel Wood
FULL APPEARANCE: Wyatt is beautiful, in that innocent, fragile sort of way. Short and slender, with innocent blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, she attracts her share of suitors and would be protectors. She dresses well, in fashionable clothing made of luxurious fabrics, but her clothes are always tailored to not get in her way. She has at least one knife hidden on her at any given time. Usually more.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Wyatt isn't good. She isn't kind or sweet or gentle or caring. She cares about precisely two beings in this world: Wyatt and Emilith. Anyone else can go hang. She didn't stop killing and stealing and taking bloody revenge because she realized such things are wrong. No. She stopped doing them because Emilith doesn't like it when she's mean and for Emilith, she'd steal the stars from the sky. She loves that green more than anything in this world. Because that green is the only thing that makes this world worth living in.
And so she tries to be a hero, someone Emilith can take pride in and be happy with. She doesn't understand why her green doesn't hate her, how she keeps fooling herself, but Wyatt doesn't want to be the one to break that trust, shatter that precious illusion.
But the old impulses are still there, to look out for number one. To do whatever it takes, right or wrong, to come out on top. And to destroy anyone who's wronged her. Mercilessly and irrevocably. Wyatt's not a good person. And the day Emilith's light fades, she will drown the world in blood.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Unknown
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha.
BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere in the wilds of High Reaches
HISTORY: Wyatt never was a very good person. She supposes she could blame her parents but...that would be a lie. No one made her do what she did or become who she became. No one but herself.
Wyatt was born into a world that didn't want her. Holdless, female, small and sickly. She never even knew who her parents were. They left her behind one day, in the woods. She thinks they were holdless too but will never know for sure.
A gang of bandits took her in and raised her, using her small size to help them slip into places the adults couldn't access. When she grew too big to fit in the cracks or slip into holds unnoticed, they left her again. But this time- she was big enough to fend for herself.
She found a knife and took to ambushing holders on the roads. Some she killed. Some she let live, in exchange for food and supplies. She didn't feel guilt. Or regret. Or...anything. She was who she was. Who the world had made her. Only the strong would survive. And she intended to be strong.
Small and pretty and sweet, Wyatt had never looked like the cold-blooded killer she was. So when a High Reaches rider stumbled across her making her camp in the wilderness, he didn't drive her off. Instead, he offered to make her his mistress. She agreed, with the intention of stealing all he had once his company no longer suited her.
But he grew bored with her first and left her at another weyr- Fort. The riders there took her in, when she explained that her lover had abandoned her, and let her become a candidate. She thought she'd stay just long enough to Impress and leave with a flying killing machine at her beck and call.
Instead, she got Emilith. Sweet, soft Emilith. The first truly good or gentle thing in her life, the only one who would never give up on her, no matter what she'd done or how little she deserved forgiveness. When Emilith came of age, Wyatt stayed. A green as soft as Emilith had no place in the wilds. She belonged in the Weyr, surrounded by others who loved her more than Wyatt could possibly be capable of.
And then things went bad again. A new gold came to power, as remorseless and vicious as Wyatt herself. So Wyatt fled, first to Ista, then to Semaca, seeking a place where her dragon could be safe and free and never know fear or loneliness.
UPDATES
- Early Fall 2767- Wyatt and Tzilai are set upon by spotties. Wyatt manages to fend one off with a stick, but when Emilith tries to finish it off, the spotty turns on the green, clawing at the left side of her face (Major). Nothing vital was hit, but she'll have some obvious scars.
