Post by Candidate Brylorea on Mar 8, 2009 18:07:57 GMT -6
Player: Phly
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Name: Brylorea
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Some people win the genetic jackpot, some people don't. Brylorea was neither gifted nor cursed in her physical appearance. Like her father, she is tall and lean. Her muscles are athletically toned for a female, though she has no muscular bulk to her form. The tone of her body, though gracefully sculpted, is not entirely beautiful. Her hands are large and her shoulders often droop slightly, as though the weight of her head is too much, even for the strength of her thick neck. Perhaps, though, that is because of her towering height: At 6'1 for a female not even an adult, she reigns over her shorter peers.
Her body might be tightly built and toned, even beautiful to some, but her face isn't nearly as attractive as her form. Her nose is long and slopes down, curving to a hook. Her nose is tight and thin and she appears as though she never smiles. Brylorea has pale brown eyes and her pale skin tone makes her look dull and uninteresting. In that, she took after her mother, for the woman wears the same ever-sour expression that Brylorea must call her own.
The downcast and dreariness of her face spreads, too, to her clothing. The dark and once beautiful clothes that she wears is now quite faded and rather dull. Her parents do have enough marks to dress their child properly, but good clothing is wasted on the active girl. Rarely is she spotted in dresses, but instead loosely fitting trousers, tunics, and shirts. Only rarely will she dress in newer clothing, but she prefers not to dirty the higher quality materials she has seen denied to others of lesser stature.
Personality:
Brylorea, despite her rather depressed appearance, is such the opposite that people who first meet her are often so taken aback that she startles them into silence. Though it seems like her mouth isn't made for smiling, the girl is rarely caught doing otherwise. She's got a keen sense of humor and a sharp sarcastic tongue. While she's never been one for listening to rules, she isn't disobedient. No, no, no, to get her way, she doesn't act out, but instead sways those around her to get what she wasn't. She isn't deceitful nor maliciously manipulative; Brylorea has a kind spirit and wishes only to work towards the "greater good:. In her mind, that could be a tray of meatrolls for her and her hungry friends, or a couple of bubbly pies to cheer a friend up.
Her good nature and sense of humor can have its downsides, however. Often, its hard for her to take some things seriously as, even though she's older now, she would still rather play than work. She suffers from a lack of discipline that her parents fear she will not grow out of until she's burdened with real responsibility. Sure, she's babysat her younger brother and delivered and important message or two, but her youth and her parents general disdain for the structure of the Crafts has kept her from taking on anything real. Thus, she's been allowed to remain a big child for fifteen Turns.
Even Brylorea wishes for something greater. She doesn't wish to inherit her father's marks. She doesn't wish to become a housewife like her mother. No, she's too restless, too stubborn. She can barely take orders, but has a determined spirit to pursue. Deep down, she wanted to do something great with her life aside from wasting away around her parent's home or playing around the Hold with her friends. With her great imagination, she wished she was an influential Harper, or a Smith who could craft beautiful jewelery, or even a wherhandler who could train others to understand their beasts. Let's not even get started on her fantasies as a dragonrider! To ride a gold or even a strong green or blue! Yes, Brylorea wants to be important. She doesn't want to be known as Torinik and Elindina's daughter! She wants to be remembered as Brylorea the great...something or other...
Even the tragedies that have befallen her life with the loss of said parents, Brylorea's spirit has remained strong. She's determined not to allow the loss of her family destroy her life and is equally determined to Impress at the Hatching, no matter what dragonet comes her way.
History:
How common is it to be wealthy? To be poor? To be the daughter of a Weyrwoman? To be the son of a Lord Holder? It's one shot in a million, isn't it? Or one shot in a billion...Brylorea was shot out of her mother and into a world of money, a world full of marks and all for her. Her father had done very well for himself. While he was no Lord Holder, sat upon the neck of no bronze dragon, he was a staunch and seasoned business man. He had created an empire selling and buying, winning and losing, and now he was wealthy for it. Or at least, was quite well off. He made a grand home for his family of four at Canaulia Weyr when he finished traveling, sensing that the newly minted Weyr would be a perfect place to truly settle in. He showered his wife and three children with any money could buy: ponies, dolls, wooden carved dragons, clothes.
His monetary affects escaped Brylorea, however. She preferred to play outdoors in the muck and dirt like the lesser children of the Weyr. Rank might matter little amongst the Weyrfolk, but Torinik hardly considered himself amongst the 'Weyr' population. "Would you like a pretty dress?" "Oh, no, I'd prefer some trousers like Dominik's! We were going to climb trees t'day, father!" And such were the likes of father and daughter's conversations. Staying inside wasn't for the child and, though he disapproved, Brylorea's mother wouldn't allow him to stamp out the playfulness of her eldest daughter.
Thus, the girl grew up happily and carefree. Her parents and their money shielded her from the bad things in the world: threadfall and death. At the Weyr's beginning, some might have gone hungry, some might have slept in hay, but Brylorea's belly was always full and she was kept warm at night. They could do nothing for a general feeling of loneliness that she felt, however. She wasn't quite so at home amongst the splendor that they had. She preferred the friendship and the companionship that she had when she was away from home. Her friends may be "unfortunate" as her mum and dad would say, but to her, they were far happier than she was. There was a warmth in the homes of her friends that she simply didn't feel at her own home, though her mother and father never neglected her nor abstained from hugging or holding their child.
What she didn't like about her friends was the fact that they were always finding new ways to land themselves in trouble. Brylorea hated being in trouble: It made people angry with her and she hated being angry at. So, as the years progressed, she ended up ditching them for something a little better. Instead of breaking rules to get her way, she found those who would bend the rules for her if she gave them a smile and a laugh. An eighth of a mark? What if I told you that I just stubbed my toe? That my mum was sick? Oh, come, you know you want to give me that one. It's not even fresh, no one's gonna buy it. Yeah, thanks! I knew you had a good heart in you, sir!...Well, maybe they just wanted to get rid of her, either way, she got a free pie, no?
Despite the fact ,that she had a wide range of friends, she never had truly close friends. Not until she met Henerik. He was about her age and they had so much in common that the two were rarely out of each others sight. While he was as "unfortunate" as her other friends, she saw that he made the best out of his situation. He talked on and on and on about being a dragonrider, about riding on the back of one of the great beasts and being free! They played together, fantasizing that they were both adragonback and in the skies, fighting Thread, saving their friends and family, becoming heroes.
But their friendship was short lived...Her days of carefree childhood came crashing to an end as her world was literally ripped apart. Unbeknown to anyone inhabiting their comfy new Weyr-home, the active volcano that they built it under had a rather bad rumbly in its tumbly.
The girl remembers it quite clearly, what she was wearing, how her mother looked, the bit of tuber that had clung to her father's mustache before she rushed off...
They had sent her to go put in a message with the runners for one of her father's old business associates. It was just after breakfast. Things were fine. The sun was shining. The sky was cloudless. Just as she reached the runner stables, she felt the first shudder. She looked back to see the ground fall away. To see fire and smoke and flame erupt out of Weyr. A dragonrider appeared above her, grabbing her in her arms, sweeping her between before she could even catch her breath.
The next thing Brylorea remembered was smelling sulfur and ash...Smoke, too. From the distance, she could hear screams. There was no mistaking the cry of human anguish, nor the agonizing keens of death from every dragon cousin around. She was seated just in front of a young greenrider, her tears streaking through a caked on layer of grime.
"What...happened?" She managed to cry, sobbing and looking toward the wreckage that remained of her home.
"Volcano, love. The queen's dead. Her Clutch remains."
The Weyrqueen wasn't the only one amongst the dead. Her mother and father were amongst the dead. Henerik's corpse couldn't even be found. Miraculously, her younger brother Trolin had survived as well with few injuries. While the Weyr was in ruin, Brylorea was heartened by the fact that the resolves and the spirits of her fellow Weyrmates was not.
There was no option to leave. There would be no help coming. Brylorea's only hope for survival was to do just that: Survive at Canaulia Weyr. She would be strong, she would preserve. And not just for herself, but for her younger brother and for the Clutch still on what was left of the Hatching Sands. She registered herself as a Candidate and prepared to make a Stand.
Pets: N/A
Preferred Dragon Color: I really don't see Brylorea on a green or a male dragon simply because of her personality and her sexuality. I wouldn't say no to either, but I wouldn't prefer it. I'm very curious about the mutations, however
Best Reached: Cbox ooor AIM: KuraBakiChan ; MSN: phlybabe07@live.com ; YIM: phlybabe07
Name: Brylorea
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Some people win the genetic jackpot, some people don't. Brylorea was neither gifted nor cursed in her physical appearance. Like her father, she is tall and lean. Her muscles are athletically toned for a female, though she has no muscular bulk to her form. The tone of her body, though gracefully sculpted, is not entirely beautiful. Her hands are large and her shoulders often droop slightly, as though the weight of her head is too much, even for the strength of her thick neck. Perhaps, though, that is because of her towering height: At 6'1 for a female not even an adult, she reigns over her shorter peers.
Her body might be tightly built and toned, even beautiful to some, but her face isn't nearly as attractive as her form. Her nose is long and slopes down, curving to a hook. Her nose is tight and thin and she appears as though she never smiles. Brylorea has pale brown eyes and her pale skin tone makes her look dull and uninteresting. In that, she took after her mother, for the woman wears the same ever-sour expression that Brylorea must call her own.
The downcast and dreariness of her face spreads, too, to her clothing. The dark and once beautiful clothes that she wears is now quite faded and rather dull. Her parents do have enough marks to dress their child properly, but good clothing is wasted on the active girl. Rarely is she spotted in dresses, but instead loosely fitting trousers, tunics, and shirts. Only rarely will she dress in newer clothing, but she prefers not to dirty the higher quality materials she has seen denied to others of lesser stature.
Personality:
Brylorea, despite her rather depressed appearance, is such the opposite that people who first meet her are often so taken aback that she startles them into silence. Though it seems like her mouth isn't made for smiling, the girl is rarely caught doing otherwise. She's got a keen sense of humor and a sharp sarcastic tongue. While she's never been one for listening to rules, she isn't disobedient. No, no, no, to get her way, she doesn't act out, but instead sways those around her to get what she wasn't. She isn't deceitful nor maliciously manipulative; Brylorea has a kind spirit and wishes only to work towards the "greater good:. In her mind, that could be a tray of meatrolls for her and her hungry friends, or a couple of bubbly pies to cheer a friend up.
Her good nature and sense of humor can have its downsides, however. Often, its hard for her to take some things seriously as, even though she's older now, she would still rather play than work. She suffers from a lack of discipline that her parents fear she will not grow out of until she's burdened with real responsibility. Sure, she's babysat her younger brother and delivered and important message or two, but her youth and her parents general disdain for the structure of the Crafts has kept her from taking on anything real. Thus, she's been allowed to remain a big child for fifteen Turns.
Even Brylorea wishes for something greater. She doesn't wish to inherit her father's marks. She doesn't wish to become a housewife like her mother. No, she's too restless, too stubborn. She can barely take orders, but has a determined spirit to pursue. Deep down, she wanted to do something great with her life aside from wasting away around her parent's home or playing around the Hold with her friends. With her great imagination, she wished she was an influential Harper, or a Smith who could craft beautiful jewelery, or even a wherhandler who could train others to understand their beasts. Let's not even get started on her fantasies as a dragonrider! To ride a gold or even a strong green or blue! Yes, Brylorea wants to be important. She doesn't want to be known as Torinik and Elindina's daughter! She wants to be remembered as Brylorea the great...something or other...
Even the tragedies that have befallen her life with the loss of said parents, Brylorea's spirit has remained strong. She's determined not to allow the loss of her family destroy her life and is equally determined to Impress at the Hatching, no matter what dragonet comes her way.
History:
How common is it to be wealthy? To be poor? To be the daughter of a Weyrwoman? To be the son of a Lord Holder? It's one shot in a million, isn't it? Or one shot in a billion...Brylorea was shot out of her mother and into a world of money, a world full of marks and all for her. Her father had done very well for himself. While he was no Lord Holder, sat upon the neck of no bronze dragon, he was a staunch and seasoned business man. He had created an empire selling and buying, winning and losing, and now he was wealthy for it. Or at least, was quite well off. He made a grand home for his family of four at Canaulia Weyr when he finished traveling, sensing that the newly minted Weyr would be a perfect place to truly settle in. He showered his wife and three children with any money could buy: ponies, dolls, wooden carved dragons, clothes.
His monetary affects escaped Brylorea, however. She preferred to play outdoors in the muck and dirt like the lesser children of the Weyr. Rank might matter little amongst the Weyrfolk, but Torinik hardly considered himself amongst the 'Weyr' population. "Would you like a pretty dress?" "Oh, no, I'd prefer some trousers like Dominik's! We were going to climb trees t'day, father!" And such were the likes of father and daughter's conversations. Staying inside wasn't for the child and, though he disapproved, Brylorea's mother wouldn't allow him to stamp out the playfulness of her eldest daughter.
Thus, the girl grew up happily and carefree. Her parents and their money shielded her from the bad things in the world: threadfall and death. At the Weyr's beginning, some might have gone hungry, some might have slept in hay, but Brylorea's belly was always full and she was kept warm at night. They could do nothing for a general feeling of loneliness that she felt, however. She wasn't quite so at home amongst the splendor that they had. She preferred the friendship and the companionship that she had when she was away from home. Her friends may be "unfortunate" as her mum and dad would say, but to her, they were far happier than she was. There was a warmth in the homes of her friends that she simply didn't feel at her own home, though her mother and father never neglected her nor abstained from hugging or holding their child.
What she didn't like about her friends was the fact that they were always finding new ways to land themselves in trouble. Brylorea hated being in trouble: It made people angry with her and she hated being angry at. So, as the years progressed, she ended up ditching them for something a little better. Instead of breaking rules to get her way, she found those who would bend the rules for her if she gave them a smile and a laugh. An eighth of a mark? What if I told you that I just stubbed my toe? That my mum was sick? Oh, come, you know you want to give me that one. It's not even fresh, no one's gonna buy it. Yeah, thanks! I knew you had a good heart in you, sir!...Well, maybe they just wanted to get rid of her, either way, she got a free pie, no?
Despite the fact ,that she had a wide range of friends, she never had truly close friends. Not until she met Henerik. He was about her age and they had so much in common that the two were rarely out of each others sight. While he was as "unfortunate" as her other friends, she saw that he made the best out of his situation. He talked on and on and on about being a dragonrider, about riding on the back of one of the great beasts and being free! They played together, fantasizing that they were both adragonback and in the skies, fighting Thread, saving their friends and family, becoming heroes.
But their friendship was short lived...Her days of carefree childhood came crashing to an end as her world was literally ripped apart. Unbeknown to anyone inhabiting their comfy new Weyr-home, the active volcano that they built it under had a rather bad rumbly in its tumbly.
The girl remembers it quite clearly, what she was wearing, how her mother looked, the bit of tuber that had clung to her father's mustache before she rushed off...
They had sent her to go put in a message with the runners for one of her father's old business associates. It was just after breakfast. Things were fine. The sun was shining. The sky was cloudless. Just as she reached the runner stables, she felt the first shudder. She looked back to see the ground fall away. To see fire and smoke and flame erupt out of Weyr. A dragonrider appeared above her, grabbing her in her arms, sweeping her between before she could even catch her breath.
The next thing Brylorea remembered was smelling sulfur and ash...Smoke, too. From the distance, she could hear screams. There was no mistaking the cry of human anguish, nor the agonizing keens of death from every dragon cousin around. She was seated just in front of a young greenrider, her tears streaking through a caked on layer of grime.
"What...happened?" She managed to cry, sobbing and looking toward the wreckage that remained of her home.
"Volcano, love. The queen's dead. Her Clutch remains."
The Weyrqueen wasn't the only one amongst the dead. Her mother and father were amongst the dead. Henerik's corpse couldn't even be found. Miraculously, her younger brother Trolin had survived as well with few injuries. While the Weyr was in ruin, Brylorea was heartened by the fact that the resolves and the spirits of her fellow Weyrmates was not.
There was no option to leave. There would be no help coming. Brylorea's only hope for survival was to do just that: Survive at Canaulia Weyr. She would be strong, she would preserve. And not just for herself, but for her younger brother and for the Clutch still on what was left of the Hatching Sands. She registered herself as a Candidate and prepared to make a Stand.
Pets: N/A
Preferred Dragon Color: I really don't see Brylorea on a green or a male dragon simply because of her personality and her sexuality. I wouldn't say no to either, but I wouldn't prefer it. I'm very curious about the mutations, however
