Post by leanansidhe on Feb 27, 2011 2:00:55 GMT -5
Moriolle
Name: Moriolle (Mori)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Cook / Wher Candidate
Appearance: Moriolle has her dark brown hair styled in a chunky, multilayered cut, each strand no longer than her little finger. It’s a wispy sort of style, but helps to keep her hair out of the food without all the hassle of having to constantly tie it back, out of her face. Her eyes are hazel, a few shades above true brown. She has a small button nose, and full lips. Her face shape is round, and her hair frames it attractively when it’s fluffy and freshly washed, and very much the opposite the rest of the time, when it’s slicked to her head from the heat of the kitchen and the effort of cooking. Her skin is an olive tone, easily picking up a bronze tan, though it can be sallow in the winter, when she longs for more sunshine.
The constant tasting in the kitchen has added extra pounds to Mori’s moderately tall frame; at five feet, nine inches she is not a small person, especially. She is plump, flirting with seriously overweight; her breasts and hips have benefited from the extra weight, since her body time is only moderately curvy, but she’s constantly starting new diets to trim down her belly and thighs.
Personality: Mori lives on her emotions and her whims, and she lives there hard. She is not stingy with her soul; she has passion, but not an excess of brains. Her heart is on her sleeve, constantly. Rejection—even, ‘I don’t want to be your friend’ style rejection—hurts. She seems to be an endless fountain of energy and willingness, but she’s not much of a wild chatterer. She is something of a relationship chameleon—someone has only to mention an opinion before she finds herself thinking that she rather feels that way too. Any interest that someone wants to tell her about will find a receptive, attentive ear in Moriolle; she will listen to joys and sorrows, long, rambling tales and precise stories. She can catch joy from someone like a cold, and her heart will break for their pain.
She thrives on positive social interaction; she needs the press and flow of people around her. Even when she’s by herself, sitting and thinking, eating without friends, she’s happier in public, watching others. She’s very aware of who are popular, within an environment; she is easily swayed by peer pressure. She also jumps stages of relationships; one conversation can make someone a friend in her eyes—one evening of flirting, her true love. It’s only through a miracle of happenstance that she hasn’t fallen in with the wrong crowd and wound up a Dust-addicted whore on the other side of Warden’s walls, because she has an obsessive personality type. There would be no punishment worse for her than solitary confinement (excepting, of course, really outrageous torture).
History: Born in Igen Weyr to a Greenrider and one of a few possible fathers, Moriolle had a standard Weyrbrat upbringing; running the Weyr, helping her mother clean her mother’s Green, and dreaming one day of the dragon that she herself would ride.
Except… she was never selected for Candidacy.
Mori assisted in the kitchen, becoming a cook, but never quite believing that this was what her life would be: working in the kitchens. Her desire for a dragon only burned hotter as time went on, and her friends either Impressed, or slowly gave up hope. Mori flitted about her life, waiting, rushing to every Hatching at Igen Weyr, hoping her dragon would find her in the Stands… but that never happened.
Word came in of Warden’s unusual Hatching—and of the prisoners that Impressed. That was it; something snapped within her. If Warden was allowing prisoners to Stand, they must be hurting for Candidates. They had different standards. She could get in there, and then… she would have her dragon.
She begged a transfer to Warden. Everyone was against the idea; her mother, her friends. Moriolle cried herself to sleep every night from the day she announced it until she actually left; she cried again, upon arrival, home sick and lonely. She was settling in fairly well when someone mentioned the Wher Clutch. It was open to anyone who wanted to turn up; the thought ate at Mori.
She had never wanted a Wher—she had always wanted a Dragon. But, perhaps, somewhere deep down beneath the slightly self-delusional passionate obsession, she knew that she wasn’t going to get one. A Wher would be something; it would be a constant companion, it would be serving a purpose beyond the kitchen. She very slowly warmed up to the idea of going to the Wher Hatching.
~~~~Let's have some fun this beat is sick.~~~~
Name Moriosk
Color Bronze, babeh.
Sin Lust, of course.
Hex Code A67D3D
Desc He's a beast of a wher, and nothing anyone can say or do will disprove this. He is a muscular creature, and the bumps and twists on his hide don't do much to detract from his handsome looks. He says it just makes him look rugged. Amusingly enough, his hide has markings similar to a raccoon, with the exception being that his front legs and shoulders are a darker bronze then the rest of his body. His wings are oddly stunted and small, much to the chagrin of the young wher.
Personality
Moriosk is a social success. He's slightly cold, but he knows what to say to get what he wants out of a situation. He's got a special talent for wooing lady whers, and he most often uses it to get out of trouble. When he matures he'll use it to romance all the females before their runs. Unlike some of his siblings, he is an expert at the social battlefield without feeling the need to conform because of others- Moriosk will outright tell someone what he is and refuse to budge one inch no matter what they think. Hopefully he can pass this on to his handler. He's unfortunately prone to thinking with his other brain...
Despite his lustful tendancies, he has a soft spot. He can't stand to see others in pain and will strive to make sure everyone is happy at all times. Especially females. He is the uptmost in chivalry, acting polite and warm to women when he would be cold to a male. The place where his soft spot shows the most is Rysk. It's rare for him to care for another wher outside of polite kindness, but Rysk beat that to death and then brought it back to beat it again. Something about the adventurous green makes his heart race, makes him roll over at everything she says. He'll spoil her rotten if Morry and Rynn let him. Lucisk also gets to him, just because she's so little and helpless. He is not, over all, a good father... unless he manages to catch Rysk. Then he dotes on the eggs even for some time after they hatch.
He is an intelligent creature, though at times he can act disturbing. He doesn't completely understand boundaries despite his otherwise mastery of social situations. He often says overtly sexual things that make others uncomfortable, and Morry has to scold him for these. Then he feels bad and sulks for a while, before Morry scolding him is like stabbing him in the heart repeatedly. He loves his Morry! He however has a jaded view of relationships. It takes many encounters to become his friend, and many more to earn the status of love. But when he does... he is a jealous and possessive creature, refusing to share those he likes.
Why Me? Morry needs someone to steer her through the waters of social situations, and no better man for the job is there then her bronze partner. He's not socially inept, but he seems to be immune to peer pressure... and he'll be able to steer his handler away from those he deems to be a bad crowd. Likewise his slightly jaded view of love and relationships will likely encourage her from falling in love with a guy that's like her wher in the aspect he's only after one thing. Moriosk is also a kind wher, one who cannot stand the pain of others... just like his handler. Moriosk won't criticize her for her desire for social acceptance, so long as she doesn't criticize him for his amorous ways.
