Post by nemix on Jan 31, 2011 20:45:52 GMT -5
Mordra
Name: Mordra
Age: 28 Turns
Gender: Female
Prisoner: No
Crime: N/A
Craft/Rank: Dragonrider
Appearance: Mordra is a stern faced young woman, but it was not always this way. A rather turbulent upbringing has left her with little in the way of a sense of humor, thus she always wears either a calm or rather angry expression. Her hair is a deep, rich brown, which falls just past her shoulders, though is usually swept up and out of the way. There is no excuse for not being well turned out, thus, you will rarely see her looking a mess. She prides herself on cleanliness and you will never find her in anything less than impeccable clothing where possible, though this means she is often picky; not only in her clothes, but in her tastes for other things too.
Her eyes are a rich, icy blue, often with a slight twinkle that would hint that she either knew something everyone doesn’t, or that she found something amusing. Although, her lack of sense of humor often leads people to discard the second almost instantly.
Tall and slightly haughty, she uses her height to her advantage. Her hair is usually strictly tied back in a bun, or platted in a tail behind her head. High cheekbones make hers a perfect face for looking down upon others with. She will not hesitate to fix people with a rather icey stare, and the idea of ranks doesn’t seem to phase her, anyone is fair game for one of her ‘looks’. Couple that with a quick wit and fiery tongue and she's rather imposing all round.
Personality: Gone are the days of Mordra's carefree youth, yes, already at twenty eight she is a rather twisted person. The bitter disappointment and hatred that have flared in this woman since her fathers death, are plain to see. She is short tempered, and very determined. As her mothers’ neuroticism slowly grew, it made her stand up for herself more fiercely. No longer complacent, she requires a reason for doing things, and refuses to be walked all over any more. The wider world is still an unfamiliar and somewhat difficult place to cope with at times, but Warden's has given her purpose and stability which is easing things a little.
If you manage to make this young woman smile, your having a very lucky day. If you even manage to make her laugh well, that is the event of the Turn and no mistake. Serious in everything she does, she is working constantly with little sign of sleep. It makes her tired, and irritable, but it means she can sleep deeply and without dreams. It’s unsure exactly what happened to make her this way, but she seems determined to work herself to exhaustion.
With the prisoners, she is quiet, efficient and at times harsh. They're here for a reason, so is she. They're here to pay for crimes and injustices against other people, she's here to make sure that runs as smoothly as possible. It isn't exactly a good attitude for 'building bridges' or 'getting to know people'. It also means she's not particularly popular with the inmates. The Guards, she makes more efforts with. They're on the same side after all. However her rather icy personality means that she's often left frustrated and irritated with people, social skills are not her strong point.
History:
Father: D'vin (Brownrider, Deceased)
Mother: Purian (Greenrider, Deceased)
Siblings: None
Born at Ista, she grew up watching inner turmoil and greed ravage the land. Even within her own family tempers seemed fierce. She had no siblings growing up, but was kept away from most the Weyrbrats as she was rather sickly as a child. She grew up mostly in the quiet of her parents' Weyr, waiting with her mother when she was small, when her father had to head out and help with the Dragon Watch. Her mother refused to hand her over to anyone else, and thus raised Mordra and educated her. It all seemed so pointless at that tender age. The quiet, extra lessons she was given by her mother, seemed nothing more than an annoyance to a girl who simply wanted to play with the others.
As she grew older, her mother ventured out more, joining her father in helping to settle disputes and protect what little way of life they had left. It was an activity that would claim her fathers life when she was 9 Turns old. Stabbed cruelly by a Dust dealer in a fit of rage. It had already been decided by her parents, in her younger years, that she would not be allowed to Stand. They didn’t want her subjected to the harsh tempers that riders were now in almost daily contact with or to be put in harm’s way as her father had been. This in mind, she shied away from dragons. It both hurt and pleased her mother, for she knew the wonders of bonding with a beast such as they had; yet at the same time she would be sheltered from the social violence and tempers. It was at this point, that she chose to take up a craft. In the end she selected weaving, though her mothers’ protective nature kept her close at hand again. Instead of going away to study, she practiced within the walls of Ista and over time lost many of the few friends she’d gained in her childhood years.
This continued for several turns, her mother becoming increasingly worried for her daughters safety and Mordra fairly complacent to trust her judgment. She studied hard and had a flare for her work, though she didn’t seem quite as lively or enthusiastic as she had been since her fathers death.
In the end her mother grew to be rather suffocating, and Mordra as she hit her fifteenth turn began to rebel. Arguments often ran long into the night, and more than once Mordra had tried to leave, only to be dragged back by her mothers Green. Tired of being alone, and constantly unnerved by her mothers rantings over what could happen to her outside, Mordra eventually snuck away in the dead of night and prepared to make the journey to the nearest Crafthall, where she could study.
As luck would have it though, that was the same day that the Dragon Watch swept into Ista Weyr, turning the place over. The young woman, now twenty turns old, watched in horror as her mother was dragged out along with several others and accused of using Dust. Instinct drove her back to the place common sense told her to run from, and she tried to reason with the watch and help the woman who had been driving her insane for turns. Their theories however, were not wrong. Her mother had turned to Dust, to help her cope with the loss of her Weyrmate. Purian lashed out with the other accused, seemingly mad and her Green followed suit, fighting and resisting even the Gold's orders for calm. In the midst of all the brawling her mother ended up dead. Though many claimed she had been stabbed by another, Mordra had seen her mother take her own life. She'd rather be dead, than dragged away from Dust. Rather be dead, than be with even her own daughter.
All that was eight turns ago now. Mordra remained on at Ista, seemingly lost without her parents and without a true plan of what to do next. She was shunted from job to job in the Weyr, always proving problematic as her mood swung from sullent to explosive. Quite what they were going to do with her was a bit of a mystery until she Impressed to a handsome Brown even as she attempted to flee from the sands. When a dragon sits on someone, they tend to keep still. She'd been against candidacy, but lacking the ability to express that properly, had meant she'd been shoved out onto the sands to see if she could be pulled from the world in her own head she seemed to retreat to whenever life seemed to get a bit overwhelming and into the realms of normality. Indeed, Solath was highly insistent that she was His and there'd be no getting away from that. He seemed to take her panicked reaction quite in his stride, even when she tried to crawl out from under his bulk that was doing a fantastic job of keeping her in place. She'd calm in time.
Without her parents to guide her, she at first tried to rely on her dragon however she swiftly learned that in his formative years, he needed her to take care of him instead. This seemed to push her to master her fears, her worries and the paranoia that seemed to have crept in from turns of her mothers constant worry. What it produced, was a woman that worked too much, slept too little, and rarely spoke. At least now she was being productive though and followed orders fairly well. Still, she unnerved many and Ista was aware she could well be a problem in the future. What to do with a rider like her though? Who could they send her to?
Warden's was there, just as Ista were wondering quite where to put her. A prison, an island for those who had been using Dust or similar. A place where they did nothing BUT work, and no one seemed to mind if the riders that ended up there were a bit, odd. It was perfect. Thus, as Warden's was opened, Mordra was transferred over. To her, it was perfect. Justice for those people who used Dust, who troubled others, people like those who had taken her parents away from her. There was no better place to be. So here she and Solath are, working, rarely speaking and at times harsher than they should be, but no one has escaped yet and Mordra intends for that record to remain just as is.
Other stuff:
Solath
Name: Solath
Color: Brown
Age: 8 turns
Appearance: Average size for a Brown, Solath is bukly rather than agile. He is built more for stamina than anything, a show of muscle when needed and rather impressive if he does say so himself. His hide is a rich klah brown with lighter mottling on his legs and underside, including the underside of his wingsails. All round, he is a handsome Brown if not quite as quick or agile as some others.
Personality: Solath is level headed and fairly quiet. He prefers to express his affection for his rider and people with gestures rather than words, though he will still divulge small nuggets of Solath wisdom when necessary. A balance to mordra's harshness, he ensures she keeps her temper in check but works no less hard. Steadily he meets his workload and keeps up with his rider's apparently scant sleeping habits, meaning these two often look awake no matter what time of day it is. Peaceful in nature, Solath is an excellent listener and doesn't tend to judge. He is a dragon that takes everything in his stride and rarely complains.
With other dragons he is quietly friendly, enjoying a sunning in groups when he's on break and not sleeping. He doesn't tend to make much conversation, but he'd prefer company of his own kind over solitude any day of the sevenday. He finds it easier to relax and the one thing you'll never find him is by himself, if he can help it. He doesn't get overly attached, or hasn't yet, to another dragon or rider in particular outside of his bonded. He just rolls on through, getting along with anyone and everyone. He really does tend to live up to his colour's reputation of a quiet, steady worker.
With prisoner's he follows his riders wishes, remaining neutral throughout all dealings. That's not to say when she's not around, he wont make time to listen. He just puts His first and does not like to antagonise her. He is firm but fair towards the prisoners he comes across, careful not to hurt them when they need escorting but likewise, adding the imposing presence his rider sometimes needs to help her keep control of them.
((unless I've missed something, that should be Mord complete))
