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F'ola of Green Zaurith

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F'ola of Green Zaurith

F'OLA

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BASICS

NAME: F'ola
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her/Hers
ORIENTATION: Bisexual

BIRTHDATE: Early Spring 2745
AGE: 25 Turns as of Early Winter 2770
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION: Rider
WING: Moonshot Wing

APPEARANCE
EYES: Green
HAIR: Red
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'11"
PLAY-BY: Fordola Lupis (FFXIV)
FULL APPEARANCE:
F'ola is a tall, muscular woman who usually looks as though she's angry. If she were smaller, and more serene, she might actually be called cute; she has a narrow, angular face, with a small nose and fairly full lips. Her round eyes are bright green, though her eyebrows are perpetually drawn downward. She has thick, straight red hair, cut fairly short into a relentlessly practical bob.

She tends to dress simply, not wanting to draw an excess of attention to herself, and not wanting to look as though she's trying to dress above her station.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
F'ola is not a bright and sunny person by any means whatsoever. She's bitter, and grumpy; she would sooner insult someone and drive them away than say a single kind word. She doesn't really trust anyone, and certainly doesn't like them. She's especially untrusting of metallic riders, usually going so far as to avoid speaking to them entirely. Her early days at High Reaches definitely left an indelible mark on her, but she will vociferously deny that she's at all changed by it.

Despite her hatred of metallic riders, she's firmly of the belief that they're supposed to lead. She's almost fanatically loyal to High Reaches, and would do just about anything for the Weyr she calls home, save to accept the possibility that democracy may be a good thing. Greenriders like her simply aren't meant for anything more than to be obedient followers. Soldiers.

On very rare occasions, she can show a softer side. When she lets her guard down, she's almost sweet and playful, though the bite of sarcasm is still always present. This, however, is almost solely reserved for Zaurith; around other people, she's just too wary.

HISTORY
FAMILY:
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Cothold east of High Reaches Hold
HISTORY:
TW: Bullying
Fordola's early life is remembered as a soft sort of happiness. There was a war when she was very young, but her cothold was always passed over, too small to be of any consequence. She learned to farm, to coax life out of the thin, rocky soil. She learned to fish in the nearby rivers, and how to strike a bargain with passing traders for salted meat.

And then a dragon came; a green, looking every bit like the regal, wonderful creatures the songs had always said them to be. It was only days past her fifteenth Turn-day, a fact that the rider was keen to confirm. Soon after, she was asked if she'd like to go to the Weyr. When she declined, mentioning that she didn't wish to leave her home, it was made very clear that she had little choice in the matter. And so she went to High Reaches and was pressed into Candidacy.

A part of her knew she should resent the Weyr. It had taken her from her family, given her no say in the matter, given her stiff new clothes and bulky-feeling rank knots... and yet she couldn't help but feel a devotion to the place. Love, even. This was what power looked like. This was wealth, and not having to scrabble among the rocks to ensure that nobody was going to starve to death during the winter. She hadn't come willingly, but she faced the first clutch to hatch—only a bit over a month after her arrival—eagerly. She could stand atop them all.

That brief dream was utterly crushed when a confident, brightly-colored green stepped up to her instead. My F'ola! Goodness, look at how many people are here to see us.

In Impressing a dragon seen by most of High Reaches as lesser, as utterly unworthy, F'ola found in herself a defiance she'd never known existed. They'd made her into this. They'd taken her here and shoved her to the bottom of the pile, and forsk them all. This didn't go particularly well for her, especially when her newfound outspokenness made an enemy of one of her fellow Weyrlings, a bronzerider. The consequences of speaking up, both physical threats—some followed up on, in the form of fights she could never have won—and the social consequences, were quickly made clear to her. She eventually learned to accept it as her lot in life, all the while her anger and bitterness grew.

And then the unthinkable happened right before she could graduate: Golre was killed, and Fortian leadership took over. Despite her hatred for High Reaches, F'ola's loyalty to the Weyr she loathed made these new interlopers immediately suspect. Who were they to declare themselves the triumphant conquerors, to install new leadership and new laws? Worse still when the new Weyrwoman was a greenrider. Titles were renamed, but the same remained: people who weren't meant to lead a Weyr were doing so. Somehow that was even worse, though F'ola could never really articulate how.

Thus began an endless parade of people from other Weyrs trying to dictate High Reaches' existence. Leadership was rarely native-born, and when they were, they were unsuitable. F'ola thought things might even go back to the proper ways, until the twin golds finally rose, ending all hope of that when one was killed during her flight and the other died soon after. Worse still when the Weyr elected a man who wasn't a rider at all to lead.

But at least things settled down, for a time. F'ola's learned distrust of metallic riders never really faded, nor did her almost fanatical loyalty to the Weyr. It, more than the place she had come from, was home, and she'd do anything to see it safe. Disastrous Threadfalls didn't worry her, so long as the Weyr could exist on its own terms, and not at the whims of outside Weyrs giving assistance. Which was why she was more than relieved when another gold finally hatched. She may have hated the rider and her dragon, and wanted nothing to do with them, but it was necessary for a strong gold to lead the Weyr back to prosperity.
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ZAURITH
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NAME: Zaurith
BIRTHDATE Early Spring 2760
AGE: 10 as of Early Winter 2770

CLUTCHING
CLUTCHING: No
RUNS/FLIGHTS: 3

APPEARANCE
LENGTH: 30 feet
HEIGHT: 7.75 feet
WINGSPAN: 46 feet
COLOR: Green
HEX CODE: #5bdc77
FULL APPEARANCE: Zaurith is a strong green, solidly built and nearing the maximum size for greens. She looks every bit a fighter, and will rise to meet thread with skill and zeal. While she may seem burly, even bulky, she is still in control of her movements. Each gesture is self-assured and deliberate. There is no indecision or softening in her movements. She walks and stands with certainty; her body language alone gives her a force of presence, and her features are blocky and blunted. As far as coloring goes, she mingles lime greens with a mintier tone, marked with stripes and circles of a deeper, forest green. The backs of her wings are the same color as her hide--the more yellow green--but her inner wingsails look more like light filtering through the leaves of trees.

Zaurith’s mindvoice is strong, without wavering or pausing, but high-pitched and feminine. There is a slightly nasal quality to it, but it’s easy to miss, especially due to how quickly she speaks.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY: Everything Zaurith says and does comes from a genuine zest for life. She is a jovial, joyous dragon, one who very much enjoys being in the moment. The feeling of the sun on her back, or the wind as she flies thread, or maybe just spending time with her bonded. Every moment is cherished--even the bad moments, while awful, leave her grateful for her existence. Generally, she is a happy dragon, a ray of pure sunshine. Cheerful and friendly, it will take a lot to get Zaurith to feel down. Even in the face of negativity, Zaurith finds the bright side. Optimistic and resilient, she will hope for the best, believe in others, and somehow, no matter what, come out the other side without losing her faith in others. No matter how bad things get, there will always be a rainbow at the end of the storm. She wants everyone to be happy, and often feels like she needs to be the positive one when things get difficult. She will do her best to carry her rider through any difficult times.

She is soft and gentle. Despite her tough appearance, Zaurith wouldn’t hurt a fly. She doesn’t believe in violence, and will shy away from it. No matter her rider’s walk in life, however, she won’t stop them from pursuing their dreams. She is their supporter, cheerleader, and advisor. Ultimately, where the pair goes is up to her rider; where they go, she will follow. Despite her tendency to defer to her rider and her positivity, there is a strength in Zaurith. Kind to others and slow to anger, she will nonetheless fight tooth and nail for the sake of others.

Naturally, Zaurith is a bit naive. She ignores and denies the bad, no matter how difficult it may be to do so. She can be overwhelmingly positive, and seems innocent and naive. There is nothing her rider and her cannot get through! She has to be positive and believe that things will work out, for the sake of herself and others, but it may blind her to realism. Energetic and full of life, Zaurith can come off as a bit childish, due to the seemingly simple worldview she possesses. Still, Zaurith is, above all else, kind and generous, the sort to stop to help a stranger in need and give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Her rider will be needed to keep her from being manipulated by those who aren’t genuine in their struggles, or even from just running herself ragged or giving everything to those who seem to need it. Zaurith is her rider’s cheerleader, encouraging them and believing in them. They are her everything, after all!
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SHINRYU
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NAME: Shinryu
BIRTHDATE Late Winter 2770
AGE: Newborn as of Late Winter 2770

APPEARANCE
COLOR: Bronze/White (Chimera)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Shinryu is a large flit, and holds himself with a sort of haughty pride, as though he knows how big he is. His hide is mostly a pale bronze, darkening to a deeper, slightly ruddy color on his back. However, his head and a strip down his back are a deep black, and there are similar stripes down the bony portions of his wings and at intervals across his back. On his wingsails are swirly, dark bronze markings.

PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Shinryu is proud and distant. He's not one to show any sort of affection toward anyone, his owner included. Mostly, he just seems to be bored, or possibly just sleepy. Little interests him save food, though that's more out of necessity than anything. It's not as though he's despondent; he's simply not interested. Rising females hold no allure for him, any more than hunting the small creatures that fire lizards often feed on.

The only time he really shows any interest is when he finds a tunnel snake. For some reason, exterminating tunnel snakes seems to be his goal in life, and the bigger, the better.
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