Post by nozomi on Feb 9, 2011 12:53:16 GMT -5
Siata
Name: Siata
Age: 25
Gender:Female
Prisoner: No
Craft/Rank: Smithcrafter
Appearance: Siata's hot. No, seriously. She spends her entire life in the middle of fires or burning metals, shaping deadly things to make even deadlier things. As the result, this 6'2" girl has short, spiky hair. It's black and her eyes are such a dark brown they may as well be considered the same thing. Very rarely does Siata have 100% of her eyebrows, most often walking around with a half missing there, the end missing there. She stopped caring about ten years ago.
Her face is rather square for a womans, with a firm jawline and angular cheekbones; Siata's nose was broken in the past (try four times, three times by the same person) and is thus tilted to the right with a large bump in it, the top tilted up, and she has issues breathing. Luckily it was long enough to begin with that Siata doesn't have a bulldog appearance. Hurrah for the small things, right? Right. Her one (saving?) grace are her eyes: wide and bright green, Siata has thick lashes, long and curved. Or at least she does when they don't get singed away. At least the eyes themselves are pretty.
Underneath the girls deep tan is an equally tanned body. Siata's skin is the same natural olive as it ever was although during the summertime, if she has a few off days, the Smithy isn't above draping herself in the sunlight to get a few shades darker. Shards, Siata is proud of her body. The Smithcraft long ago put her wide shoulders to use, defined her arms with thick muscles with calloused hands and short fingers. Indeed, she has a six pack. Seriously. Girl is built, right down to the disturbing lack of body fat outside of her small bustline and the mandatory almost-curve of her hips. Her legs are just as well-developed, and her right foot has a crooked small toe. Like her nose, another gift from Jordyn.
Thanks, Jordyn.
Along with the crazy Amazonian body, Siata bears hundreds of small burn scars from her craft, along with a scar on her nostril. She had a nose hoop, once. Not so much after it was ripped out.
Again: thanks, Jordyn.
Personality: Siata is nothing if not confident - the girl walks with a long stride, both arms swinging, and her chin held high. She makes eye contact without hesitation, smiles complete with her gums, laughs as loudly as she sees fit at that time. Siata is the back-slapping, rough talking, wine drinking, calloused handed best guy friend that just so happens to have girlie bits. Her bullshit tolerance happens to be extremely low, and subsequent outbursts of telling the particular moron off could give her the reputation of being rude and argumentative.
Like Siata cares. Well, she does, in truth. She cares what others think of her as crowds are what she craves. People make Siata's world go 'round, keep her sane with talking and friendly banter. If she's in a situation that has her surrounded by unfamiliar persons, the smithy will go out of her way to engage the others around in conversation, complete with her own loud opinions. Optimism, she believes, is the Key to all good things in the world: if a person thinks they will fail, then the person will indeed fail. As such, she proclaims to be awesome, doing her very best to fulfill that claim every moment she breathes in the world.
Siata loves with the same fierce passion she lives the rest of her life, her heart on her sleeve and eagerly pursuing any person that catches her eye. A serial monogamist, Siata often falls in and out of love easily, remaining sexually and emotionally loyal until they are separated. The vast majority of her lovers happen to be female, though Siata will drag a man to her bed if she fancies him. The object of Siata's affection are the apple of her eyes for the brief time period they are involved with her romantic life. She somehow manages to remain on good terms with former lovers (and future one-night stands), probably due to her friendly and empathetic nature. While long-term and one-person only relationships are possible, she tends to flee before any of that happens; the last time didn't end too well, after all.
Dominant and prone to taking charge, Siata always refused to stand for dragon Clutches if a Queen egg was there and they in desperate need of Candidates, so sure she was that the Gold would want someone as sharding authoritative and strong as she. Granted, being bisexual with a heavy leaning towards women, those chances were small but still. The idea of having a metallic bondmate, be it firelizard, Wher, or Dragon, is not one that Siata relishes. Stigma is attached with being a part of a breeding pair, after all and if one handled or rode a metallic, who knew how people would treat you?
Still, she likes being in control of the situations. Tough luck, eh?
Of course, being in charge means that one has to get their hands dirty - directing from the sidelines is distasteful and downright disrespectful, after all! Siata plunges into the 'lower' work of her Craft, preforming tasks that one would typically only assign to Apprentices. Basics, basics, basics, they're something you need to know, a belief she holds to a near-religious standpoint. Anyone who considers themselves above such work is below her affection, someone Siata would see as useless, prideful, too vain to be of any real worth in the workplace. Ethics in life and in her Craft is something that Siata treasures.
Maybe there's a softer side to her, somewhere, that underneath the thick skin and rough edges, a marshmallow that loves kittens and backrubs, long walks on the beaches. Just as likely is that with Siata, what you see is what you get, and that she is as honest as anyone could be with themselves. Who knows? Siata doesn't, nor does she care, she just lives her life as she wants to and to hell with worrying over it.
History:
Siata had a mother, a father, and two older brothers. Her parents were both Weavercrafters, and by the time Siata was born, her brothers were fifteen and twelve - Weavercrafter apprentices. She came into the world as a fat, shrieking mess of an infant, lungs rasping with liquid that assured her parents and the healers that their daughter would soon die. Lies! All of them. The girl wailed and was sick for a better part of the year, tended to by a doting mother and a very devoted healer. But, like many children, Siata grew and did so with gusto. Her mother never quite got over the fear of her daughter catching the pneumonia again, fretting and twisting at her ash-stained apron when Siata began to run around with the older boys. Siata ate, laughed, began to climb walls with the best of the boys.
All the running around is what led her to Jordyn, a slightly older girl of 4 turns to Siata's 3. Jordyn was arguing with another 4-turn old girl in the middle of the Hold, her small fists balled up into something violent. Siata, fat faced and chewing on her fingers, her Mother at her back, watched as Jordyn and the other young child became violent. No one tried to get rid of them and as a result, the young Jordyn received an asswhooping.
Siata's mother, ever merciful to those around them, scooped the child up. After some cajoling, the tale came out: Jordyn's parents rarely gave their children attention and, rarer still, attention. In fact, her parents didn't even notice when Siata and her family stole Jordyn away for time with the family or began to teach Jordyn Weavercraft. The girl had talented fingers, small and nimble. At four and three, there was little else for them to do except become fast friends.
Jordyn had bad ideas on what things were fun to do, such as shoving over a wher and running away with little Siata left in the dust, confused as anything. Let's not forget the time where she told Siata that of course it was okay to go and try to jump three huge containers of wine! Why not jump off that roof? Oh, look! A dragon clutch!
That last part never happened. Luckily Siata was never allowed near a clutch until old enough and by then she was intelligent enough to not try and touch the eggs without prior permission. From the gold. Jordyn's permission did not count.
Jordyn's rejection from the his household didnt really phase Siata any; Jordyn simply moved in with them all as if she - he - had never been absent from it. Siata's family accepted the young man with good cheer. For all her boasting of being observant (Oh, Siata), she never noticed the dip in Jordyn's self esteem, or how he changed how he carried himself.
Between three and eleven turns, Jordyn managed to break Siata's nose on three separate occasions: the 'shoving the Wher' incident, a fist fight when Siata was nine, and right before the girl left to Smithcraft Hall for apprenticeship.
"Something to remember me by," he said, and swung. Siata, almost half a head taller than him at the time, did nothing but stand in shock until the fist cracked her nose. Jordyn, bless his soul, rarely showed anger. Siata didn't lash back - she left.
For two turns, she mourned the ending of her friendship with Jordyn. They loved one another and her nose, tilted up and crooked by that time, showed the proof of what had transpired. Two miserable Turns, and that was when Rochelle showed up.
Lovely, beautiful. Fullfigured to the point of being overweight, a bolt of blonde hair, bright smile, and the ability to make the prettiest jewelry one did ever see. At thirteen turns, Siata crushed, and hard. It took three more Turns of excessive showing off, flirting, and otherwise convincing Rochelle she was serious to make the other girl finally return the feelings. From her, Siata learned to not only make the heavier items but also the delicate things - pendants and earrings, small necklaces, rings even.
From sixteen to twenty one turns, Siata remained happy with Rochelle in the Hall; they lived together, learned from one another, and for a long while Siata didn't even think of her life back home. A family of Weavercrafters had little enough to say to a blacksmith. Still, they were happy, at least until one of Rachelle's apprentices grew careless.
They said that a flame hit flammable materials they kept in the rooms in which Rochelle and her young students worked, that somehow one of the younger students tripped, fell, allowed the too-hot item he carried to hit and the fire erupted so quickly there had been little time to think, let alone escape. A good portion of the Craft Hall went missing in the fire, twenty dead and forty-two injured. Rachelle's names listed in the ranks of those taken by the fire.
Two days after her lovers death, Siata packed away her things and returned to her home Hold. Her family, though previously ignored by their only daughter, welcomed her home with open arms, condolences and kisses. Jordyn even greeted her on the Smithcrafters return, full of murmured apologies and kisses to the cheeks. Siata clung to her old life, throwing herself back into the avid conversations, the loud laughter, back into her work with a frenzy only the widowers understood. She took lovers for a month, maybe two, loved them and released them to flutter to the next partner, ran around with Jordyn like old times.
For a Turn, Jordyn kept his job a secret from Siata. Sure, the boy could play the flippant asshole but - Dust Trafficker and Bookie didn't sound good even to him, let alone his stand up citizen of a best friend. She found out only when draping into his lap one night, the casual sprawl of friendship, and out poured marks from a bag on his side - so many - and a small bit of parchment scrawled with numbers.
Siata screamed, threw her hands in the air, and ranted at her friend, yelled at him on how he was stupid, how could he DO that, shaking the bag of Marks so violently that a packet of Dust fell from it.
Her world collapsed. Siata and Jordyn argued and eventually struck a deal: Jordyn would apply to be an on-foot Guard at Warden's Weyr or be turned in as a Dust distributor, to go there as a prisoner. He applied and Siata followed, joining Warden's as a Smithcrafter.
Once at Warden's, Siata made friends, met lovers - sometimes both. One such was Lostris, and a (now deceased) Genavive. She Impressed Green Siatask, a fierce green wher that returns Siata's intense love with her own. During the breakout, Siata was - ah - busy with one such lover, another Crafter, but never the less feels the impact.
Other stuff:
Pets
Name: Little Bitch "LIttle"
Species: Firelizard
Color: Blue!
Appearance:
Personality: trustworthy, stubborn, rebellious, noble, unconventional (To be expanded when he plays more). He acts as Siatask's minion!
~~~Give in to the temptation.~~~~
Name Siatask
Color Green
Sin Sin itself. She's the devil, babe.
Hex Code 145500
Desc There is nothing to joke about with this wher. There is no happiness in her appearance, no loveliness. To look upon her is to realize what being in such a small egg does to a Wher, especially a green that is nearly the size of a blue. Her wings have been reduced to shriveled stumps that she can barely extend, her tail shortened by half, her legs short to the extreme. However, she is the most muscular green you will ever see. Pure strength embodies this creature, and when she grows her jaws will be able to snap bones in half with ease. Her neck is likewise thick to hold her up large head. However, her heat vision is greatly reduced due to a condition in the egg. She will be able to go out at day, but never able to see as well as other whers. She might as well be blind. But, during smithing she will easily be able to help her handler with the temperature of the metal.
Personality
At first she seems like a cruel creature, one incapable of love. To most, this is true. She's a hard working prison guard, unafraid to dish out justice with a flick of her claw. As demons guard and patrol hell, Siatask is the fiend of the prison. She'll be a boogeyman to prisoners, and the mere appearance of this wher once grown will quiet most dissent. She's a monster in wher form, a pure beast. However... there's a softness only Siata will ever see. She's more then affectionate to her handler- Siata is her treasure, her darling, something that she would brave the painful day for and fight to the death with Ramoth herself for at the mere call of Siata. When with Siata, she is a surprisingly cheerful creature, if not sadistic and morbid. She'll crack jokes about death and the like, but is relaxed at the same time. Dead baby comedy will be her specialty! She cuddles against Siata and covers her in love, and also demands that Siata get the respect she deserves. Or you die. Painfully.
She hates men. Oh lord, does she hate men. Jordyn holds a special place in her heart... as the most despised of them all. Every wrong he commited against Siata is in her mind, every time he hurt her. Siata may have forgiven, but Siatask never will. Only beloved Siata keeps Jordyn from being slaughtered and displayed as a trophy to glorious Siatask. The only man she can stand is Virtue... who oddly enough she has a rivalry with. She's constantly straining to prove her view of life is better then his.
She is a dominant creature, demanding respect from all she passes. Even Zalmask and Rishisk are expected to respect her, though she does not try to dominate the pair. She also believes in indulging herself to the fullest, dabbling in all of the sins to make up her notable personality. Siata has her hands full with this one. She will only resist what she wans when Siata asks... and even then it is done with plenty of complaining.
Why Me? Siata likes the idea of being in charge, but doesn't like the idea of a shiny hide. Siatask will give her all the respect she needs without being a shiny attention grabber, and it's likely that the smaller colors will fall into line right behind this girl. Further more, Siata's the only one who really has a chance of controlling this wher. Her dominance and cheerful disposition will both be needed to control this wher and keep her from completely wrecking the other whers. Further more, Siatask won't let anyone take advantage of Siata's better nature and might even put Jordyn in his place >
