"go go power rangers"
BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Dragon - Adopt ; Rider - Adopt
NAME: Illyasviel, Illy
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She / Hers
ORIENTATION: Lesbian
BIRTHDATE: Spring, 2741
AGE: 23 as of 2764
LOCATION: Fort Weyr
OCCUPATION: Wingrider
WING: Twilight
APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’7, average
PLAY-BY: Allison Harvard
FULL APPEARANCE: Illyasviel is a strange collection of facial features. All of which are too large for her face. Overfull lips, large, prominent eyes of a light brown shade. A nose that sits too high, the bridge flat rather than curved. Her jawline is soft, chin rounded, cheekbones lost unless she highlights them. Startling thick eyebrows. Somehow it all works. A cute face. A repugnant face. Either way, Illy enjoys it, it is her face after all. A very Illyasviel face, mixed up and shaped from bits and pieces of her family tree.
She wears her blonde hair long. Often in a shaggy tumble that is need of a good combing. She’s nearly as careless with her clothing. She is particular about the colors and fit, but Illy often forgets to press them, and so appears rumpled. Or harried, since Wrednoth doesn’t like waiting for her to finish preening before getting on with their day.
Her body is rider strong. Wrednoth takes a lot of work to look after! There is a lot of dragon to clamber over and scrub. Oil buckets to haul. Firestone sacks to throw and catch. The body she had once before, soft from lack of work and noodly from lack of food, has filled out with muscle and more filling meals. A good, sturdy body. Neither too soft, nor too hard. Illyasviel loves it. Her body that allows her to do all the things. From scrubbing Wrednoth to cuddling.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Illy is a bubbly girl. She was a fearless child who had never met a stranger, and she never quite grew out of that blind childhood faith in people. She often ignores the bad in favor of the good, but she also won’t kowtow to abuse. She is a warm, welcoming type of person. Always ready to make a new friend or fall head first into love. Life, Illy has decided, is much too short to waste. So she does everything in a full dose and doesn’t waste her time dwelling on the bad or clinging to the horrors of the past.
Despite the fact that she is loving and kind hearted, Illy does not do well with the sick or suffering. She is one of those overzealous love you to death friends who flaps about uselessly when tragedy strikes. She is exhausting during sickbed visits and never knows what to say to comfort grieving hearts, and often puts both feet firmly in her mouth. She’s also terrible with secrets. Her mouth often runs away with her, and while she always means to keep a secret, if the subject comes it up, the relating secret usually comes out. Should she catch herself before divulging, she generally ends up a writhing mass of bottle word vomit who has to excuse herself from the conversation.
She is at times neurotic during Threadfall. Finding it hard to focus, her mind chasing too many clumps at once until she becomes seized by an inability to function. Luckily for her, Wrednoth knows what to do and needs little help from him overwrought rider. His focus is much sharper than her own during battle, which allows Illyasviel to relax and simply encourage her brown to greatness. She is a great cheerleader during Flights, often more vicious and cunning than the dragons themselves. Illy also has a tendency to gloat afterward, as if it was she and not Wrednoth that caught the green. Though really, Wrednoth has caught one green once ever.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Father - Alive, Deputy Steward
Mother - Alive, Seamstress
Brother - Alive, younger, terror of Ruatha
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: yes please
BIRTHPLACE: Ruatha Hold
HISTORY: Illyasviel was hold born. Her father was a second steward and her mother of some renown with a needle. Somewhere in the mix was good Ruatha blood, and Illy was considered good Ruathan stock, so it wasn’t too surprising when she was searched by a Fort rider. However, there was some trepidation. The war was not forgotten, and tensions still seemed high. In fact, Illyasviel was still a candidate when the last of the fighting broke out. Her parents begged her to come home, but Illy felt that would be a betrayal to the Weyr that had homed her for so long. Giving her chance after chance to stand for Impression.
So many years! Five, all together. A dozen days and nights spent on the sands, waiting to be picked. Hopeful and frightened. Though cowering the lower caverns as dragons did battle was much more nerve wracking than waiting for eggs to hatch. Secretly, Illy is glad Wrednoth waited so long to come. The idea of having to send him into battle against dragons so much worse than clinging to him through threadfall. No thank you! She ran endless buckets of numbweed and baskets of bandages. Watched dragons land, too crippled to ever fly again. Riders flamed to oblivion.
Thread, at least, wasn’t a hatefilled enemy.
Of course, the drama didn’t end with the war and Golre’s death. Especially now that Illy had Impressed. She had weyrling lessons and a new life to adjust to. The reality that she would fly a fighting dragon. Flame thread from his back. That should yet another war break out they would be called to battle. Wrednoth didn’t mind at all, but Illy worried, soothed only slightly by the fact that her brown was so big and strong. Wrednoth’s confidence and ability was infectious and calming. He knew just how to set things right when his chipper partner got too stuck in her own head, swimming in worries and what-ifs.
UPDATES
- Fall, 6768: Illy and Wrednoth show up to help after Beliana and Naluth failed to rescue Rigel and Cygneth. They're successful; however, Illy tears a muscle in her arm trying to help get the other two dragons un-stuck (Moderate).
- Summer, 2771: Illyasviel is badly injured in a spotty attack on weyrlings, sustaining deep claw marks to her stomach. Wrednoth is bitten and scratched on his haunches and wingsails. A sevenday after Illysaviel impresses a white flit, even though she shouldn't be out of bed.
