Noor of Bronze Nuunieth

[Arcane]

NOOR

"I forged myself."

BASICS
RETIRE INFO: Adopt
NAME: Noor, born Norala
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Her own affair

BIRTHDATE: Early autumn, 2745
AGE: 22 as of Fall, 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Dragonrider, amateur smith
WING: Nocturne

APPEARANCE
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black, worn in short, corkscrew curls
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'4, lithe and muscular
PLAY-BY: Lupita Nyong'o
FULL APPEARANCE: Noor is on the shorter end for a woman, but her lean body is more muscular than it appears on first glance. She is capable and strong. She carries herself with the self-possession and confidence of someone born to be a protector and a leader, with brown eyes that hold few traces of doubt or softness.

Noor, unconsciously mirroring her grandmother before her, favors red clothing in bold patterns when she is out of her riding leathers. She wears short skirts and loose trousers and anything that gives her mobility enough to fight. She usually wears some jewelry. No gold or jewels, just striking, slightly roughly made iron pieces forged by her own hands, with occasionally an accent of bronze to highlight her tie to Nuunieth.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: No woman is an island, but Noor comes closer than most. Contained and self-reliant, Noor believes in protecting and perfecting herself. She holds herself to the highest of standards and flaws are unacceptable. Driven, dutiful and always operating at a bit of a remove, she has forged herself into a soldier.

Noor keeps the world at a bit of a distance. She rarely gets angry or excited or cries. And it is not merely a matter of restraint and self-control, although those are virtues Noor thoroughly embraces and believes in. Her emotions are simply easily managed and always have been. She doesn't believe she's evil or cruel...just a bit cold. And she's okay with that.

That's not say that Noor is incapable of working for and with others. She is utterly loyal to the weyr and wing she calls her own and any friends she manages to obtain. She may push and criticize, but it's because she CARES and wants them to be better. Noor can make a fine leader, provided she is working with someone a bit softer, who can smooth out her edges and remind her that sometimes, it's okay to let things go a little.

Her and Nuunieth are partners and teammates. They work well together and are usually united towards a common purpose. He is also her friend and a dragon she understands very, very well indeed. He is one of the few she will ever entrust with the fact that she does have weaknesses and fears and insecurities. Because she's human. And she needs the other half of her soul to understand, even if no one else does.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother: Norae of Blue Veyaltith
Father: Al'ton of Green Misayath
Maternal Grandfather: J'vel of Blue Amaterath
Maternal Grandmother: Khinarae of White Ralaarth
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
Norala never had many people. Her father left before she was born, transferred to Ista Weyr, where the sun never lost its brightness and the beaches were always welcoming. Her grandmother had fled the weyr turns before and her grandfather? Well...he was the reason her grandmother had left and hence, not to be trusted.

It was always just her and her mother. She understood that for as long as she understood everything. And so by the time she was five, she was going by simply Noor. If her father didn't want her, she wouldn't want him either and would claim no ties to this unknown man. She was her mother's daughter, plain and simple.

She remained Norae's daughter first and foremost until the day she came of apprenticing age and her mother ordered her to make something of herself. Noor obeyed, choosing to join the smiths at their forges until she grew old enough to stand in white robes on Fort's sands. Then she became a candidate, for Noor was a true daughter of the weyr and that was where she belonged.

Norae's mother approved. She had ambitions for her daughter, as most mothers did. She hoped she'd Impress gold and become a weyrwoman or ride a green and become wingleader or maybe even Weyrling Master. Norae wasn't a true traditionalist...but she was no iconoclast either. And when Noor gazed into the eyes of her dragon, a bronze who still had blood on his claws from the candidates he'd pushed aside, Norae was horrified. While the two would never fully lose contact, mother and daughter would never again be as intertwined as they had been for so long.

She wasn't the only one. Noor, a skinny girl all knees and elbows and too-solemn eyes who had only been a candidate for a matter of months, fit no one's ideal of a bronzerider yet. One of only two lady bronzeriders in all the world, she felt the weight of eyes and expectations upon her. And rose to meet them. She was going to become the finest rider the world had ever seen. Anything less would be unacceptable.

Esther, Pern's first female bronzerider, became her idol and her rival and her sometimes friend, an example of the sort of person Noor ought to grow into and the only one who could fully understand . Until it happened again and again and female bronzeriders no longer provoked more than the occasional raised eyebrow and Noor was special only because of what she made of herself.

Noor graduated and entered the wings and imagined she would stay at Fort until the day she died. She was loyal to her bone and it was her home. And then... Keramerth died, taking half of Esther with him. Noor thought she might get better, become again the spirited, willful woman Noor had once known. She didn't. And Noor couldn't help but wonder if she was a part of it. How could Esther see her without thinking of what she'd lost? Their dragons were brothers. They'd been weyrlings together. And Noor hated being powerless to stop Esther from falling to pieces.

The solution came from her mother. During one of their rare dinners together, Norae complained that J'vel had fled the weyr, gone off to Semaca and abandoned her, again. They might not talk but he was still her father and hence had a duty to be there when she needed him to be. Noor filed for transfer the next day. She was loyal to the weyr, but Esther had once been her friend. Fort could survive without her. If there was any chance her being gone could help even a little...she had to take it.

[Arcane]

Nuunieth

You should have been closer, you know. It was quite a bit of trouble to get from there to here. And that idiot on the sands... hopefully he'll think twice before speaking again

BASICS
NAME: Nuunieth
BIRTHDATE Winter 2760
AGE: 6 as of Early Spring 2767

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 55 feet
HEIGHT: 13.75 feet
WINGSPAN: 82.5 feet
COLOR: Bronze
HEX CODE: #36321d
FULL APPEARANCE: If it weren't for the distinct shine on his hide, Nunnieth could be a brown, assuming his size wasn't taken into account. He is positively massive, large and brilliant. And he is powerful, built like a stone wall with all the strength of a mountain behind him. He is a grand, brutal beast. He is all strong legs and powerful muscles. His wings are long and narrow. He is a very dark, almost faded bronze color. His markings are a lighter, brighter bronze, sections marking off his wings like beading or bone. His ribs are marked, as if highlighting the bones under his skin and muscle. He has bracer-like markings on his legs, with the front being marked by an arrowhead on his left side, and the back legs marked by dots. His hindquarters, much like Volantauth, have two crescent moon markings on them.



PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: On the outside, Nuunieth is a cold, brutal, and very tactical bronze. Everything has its place in his life, and he has a plan on how to either raise someone up or destroy them. He picks his battles very carefully, and considers Erloth, not Keramerth, his strongest ally. When one gets past his violence and his brutality, they find that Nuunieth is, at the core, only hoping to keep his family safe. His family, of course, being his rider, Erloth, and Keahith. That is what counts as his family, and he will do absolutely anything to keep them safe.

To his rider, Nuunieth will be outwardly cold, and seemingly uncaring in public, but he will never be cruel to them. He is not a pushover by any means, but he is decidedly softer when they are in private. He knows he is a leader, and presents himself as such when they need to be. He sees his softer side as a necessity, a part of him that he needs to have or else he would lose himself, and he works very hard to balance himself between a ruthless leader and a compassionate being.

Voice: Nuunieth's voice is very deep, and a quite smooth baritone. He rarely, if ever, raises his voice. He tends to hiss sometimes when he is whispering.

[Arcane]

Pel


BASICS
NAME: Pel
BIRTHDATE Early Fall 2767
AGE: Hatchling as of 2767

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Bronze
FULL APPEARANCE: Pel is a fairly average bronze, as bronzes go. He's a light olive color, with a bright metallic sheen, a bit on the larger size but nothing exceptional. He flies neither particularly well nor particularly poorly. The only notable thing about him is that his eyes are almost always happy, rarely turning red or orange, and that he doesn't startle easily.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: There is a thin line between brave and stupid. And Pel thoroughly blurs it. He has little sense of danger and would gladly cuddle up to the red star itself. Or maybe he just thinks it's funny to annoy threatening people and dragons with sheer friendliness. It's...a little hard to say. But he has quite a bit of sheer dumb luck and always does seem to somehow come out okay so...maybe he knows what he's doing after all. He's very, very fond of Nuunieth. The feeling is not mutual.

[Arcane]

Planetcracker


BASICS
NAME: Planetcracker
BIRTHDATE Late Fall 2774
AGE: Hatchling as of 2774

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Gold
FULL APPEARANCE: Were they not entirely different species, Planetcracker could pass for Nuunieth's sister. She is large for a firelizard, muscular, strong and a little bit stocky on objective inspection. Her hide is a warm, orangey gold, marked with two crescent moons in a deeper orange that is almost red, one on each hidequarter, coincidentally almost a mirror image of Nuunieth's- their shape the same, only the direction different. Her hind legs are striped in the same color, which also runs along her underside and the backs of her wings.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Planetcracker is a born protector and fighter, hatched to a family that doesn't need guarding. Her favorite spot to perch is one where she can watch the doorway and hiss at strangers entering uninvited. She doesn't tend to make louder noises without good reason. She will bite, but only if provoked. She is not the most social of firelizards, happy to stick to her own flock. Planetcracker is fond of Noor, whose shoulder she often rides on. She feels a kinship with Nuunieth and often sleeps against his wing, although it's possible it is more a result of Noor and Nuunieth's own biases than any true affinity. She is frequently annoyed by Pel and most of the times she does squawk it's to warn him not to do something, but she would fight to protect to him and tries to keep him out of trouble. Despite their squabbles, the two can generally be found together if they're not with Noor or Nuunieth.