Post by S'yal on Feb 5, 2011 14:27:21 GMT -5
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Name: Yari
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Pft, No
Crime: Being a bitch
Craft/Rank: Trader, Weyrling.
Appearance:
"I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful..."
Yari was a gorgeous woman, and no one could deny her that. Sinfully long eyelashes framed eyes that were so light brown they were nearly the color of molten honey, usually decorated with dark eyeliner and other such make up that gave the light eyes a smoldering look. Dark eyebrows curved over said eyes, perfectly maintained as part of Yari's daily ritual for beauty. Full, pouty lips were most often painted a dark red, and her cheeks were adorned with blush that gave her face a lively, flushed look. Rich, much loved hair fell to her mid-back in loose curls, often pulled away in a pony tail to prevent it from getting in the way as the girl tended to her dragon. Said hair was a rich chocolate in color, streaked liberally with lighter browns that Yari was quite willing to show off. However, underneath the makeup that she somehow managed to get a hold of even at the prison... she has multiple small scars from the horrible acne she was plagued with as a child.
Her body had just the slightest bit of baby fat, though it was mostly disguised by curves that gave Yari a hourglass figure. Her curves are generous, making her quite the eyecatching thing. A perfect piece of arm candy, if a man or woman can tame her tongue and her evil temper. She moves with grace taught by a stern and unloving mother, every movement a dance over the ground. Her legs are long for her height of 5'7 and despite how many would assume she's soft and weak, she's actually quite muscular. She's quite proud of this... after all, it makes it much easier to pick fights.
Her hips and breasts, while perfect if seen through her clothes, bare stretch marks that are a tell tale sign to her former heavy weight. Even her long, sinful legs bare pale stretch marks along her thighs and calves. Of course, the right amount of make-up, letting her skin fade to just the right tone... no one would ever notice! Her beautiful appearance hides real flaws. Her skin looks so flawless and beautiful when it's hidden by make up and clothing, but scars adorn her stomach and back from fights. Many, many fights.
Further adding to her mask of beauty is the jewelry gifted to her by her wealthy father. The wealthy merchant has always tried to buy his youngest daughters love, and he does this with glittering diamonds and sapphires, or perhaps a topaz to match her lovely eyes. Rings adorn her fingers, and the most noticeable piece of jewelry is a lovely silver necklace, adorn with a topaz cut in the shape of a heart.
A perfect, fake little plastic beauty. She can spin and twirl, she can sing and dance. But anyone who knows her can see right through that make up, those pretty clothes. There's something dark in this girl, a rotten core. After all...
Beauty is only skin deep.
Personality:
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around..."
A rotten core, the beast and the beauty. A formerly sweet and shy child that's cast aside the sensitivity of her childhood. Yari has given in to the bullying of her past, twisting into a bitter shell of a woman. One couldn't call her mentally unstable... just... bitter. She takes out her frustration for the way she's been treated on those around her, and she doesn't regret it. She toys with people for the mere purpose of bringing them to the edge of what they can tolerate, be it love or hate. She'll steal boyfriends and girlfriends, twisting them around her little finger and flaunting them in front of their former lover. Unfortunately for those around her, she's intelligent despite the childish way she acts. She can through facades like nothing else, she knows how to learn what bothers a person. She knows just how to act to earn someones trust... and truly the situations where she has to use that deadly intelligence of hers are her favorites. She can put up a sweet act if need be, her eyes glinting with savage cruelty as she whispers in the ear of a girl who thought her a friend... 'I wasn't sure about telling you this, but...'
Unfortunately, she isn't a cowardly little creature to run and hide when people fight back. That just makes the game of bullying more fun. She's a fighter, and she has been since she abandoned the fear and insecurity of her childhood for the devilish creature she is now. She's been in more fights then most people have even seen, and she isn't afraid of a cat fight. She can take insults and dish them back out... so long as one doesn't dare to insult her dragon.
She is insecure on the inside, underneath this evil personality of her. It's buried so deep inside only her dragon can touch it, only that darling creature with it's whirling eyes can ever see the frightened little girl Yari used to be. She wants to be loved above everything else, wants something to break through that wicked tongue and horrible personality to the child inside. She wants to be swept up and hugged, to be told that she isn't evil and ugly. Her mean nature pushes anyone who could do this away though... and that is the reason she clings to her dragon. Her beloved dragon, the only friend she'll ever need. She doesn't need the acceptance of anyone while she has her dragon. Sex can be taken care of with an occasional bed warmer- she doesn't need romance. Just her dragon. Yari would die without them.
She however, has a soft side for something besides her dragon. She loves children, and if any could be found around the prison it'd be very likely Yari would be the one entertaining them. The younger prisoners are taken underneath her wing, spared from her cruel tongue. If anyone was to even look at them wrong, they'd have the force of nature that is Yari coming after them. Like with children... she has a horrible soft spot for naive, sweet people. Someone who can laugh away her insults, who can want to be her friend even with what other people say about her. If Yari ever met a woman or man like this, she'd be crushing hard.
History:
Born to a traveling merchant and his imperious wife, Yari became accustomed to a nomadic lifestyle at an early age. Her only 'friends' were her cousins and sisters in the extremely large extended family that made up the traders' family. They never stayed a hold long enough for Yari to make friends, and if someone showed interest in being her friend they were soon driven away with the teasing jeers of the girls elder sisters and cousins. Who would want to be friends with fat, pimply Yari? Yes, Yari was not always the beauty many saw. Her beauty was something she struggled for, worked for.
She came into the world small and sickly, the last of five daughters. Her mother hated her, hated this ugly child that had come from her body and looked up at her with hideous eyes and went 'Mommy, mommy!' Whenever Yari attempted to get a hug from her mother, or just some comfort as she came home crying from the bullying of her family... she was slapped away. Her mother had no use for a fat, ugly daughter. Her father was not much better. He didn't know how to react to the clingy and sensitive Yari, who merely wanted someone to love her. He gave her many gifts, patting her awkwardly but mostly avoided her. Yari came into the world alone, and she survived alone.
Of course, Yari wasn't truly ugly. She had a pleasant face, but it was hard to notice due to the fact she had horrible acne even at an incredibly early age. The girl had taken to comfort eating after the hateful eyes of her family turned on her, her only friends being the sweet food her wealthy family was able to get. Her sisters, all beautiful and perfect, mocked her for this. They called her the pig, and when she went by they oinked at her. The girl drew further into her shell, trying to ignore the way she was treated by the people who were supposed love and protect her. Her siblings enjoyed pranking her, dragging her out of bed at midnight and stranding her in the middle of the hold in her night gown for everyone to see. Dumping mud and other disgusting things over her head, hiding bugs in her bed.
One day, one day she had enough. The second youngest sister had noticed something strange about her sister. In the hold... she'd taken to watching the youngest daughter of the chief holder, Yari's face bright red. She stammered when she talked to her, she followed her around like a puppy. Oh, was her sister Narari pleased! Her sister was such a freak, honestly. It didn't occur to her that maybe the holder's daughter felt something for Yari as well, or that she could see beyond the pimples and fat to the girl inside. Narari exposed Yari's feelings in front of the entire hold, and something just... snapped inside of the formerly shy girl.
She lunged at Narari, and it'd taken her father and one of his friends to rip the furious girl off of Narari. The girl had a broken nose and was seriously battered by her furious younger sister, and the family of traders quickly left the hold. This was the first night Yari was beaten. Her mother, Yarazi was in a rage. Narari was her favorite child, after all. She beat Yari and left her alone and broken, and that night Yari changed. Perhaps she realized that the world would never love her for who she was, that people would always be out to hurt her. Whatever it was... she decided that she wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. She was going to be doing the hurting from now on.
Yari began to diet, determined to lose weight. She washed her face daily, and at the age of fifteen her acne began to clear up and the fat started to melt off. By sixteen she was a beauty, hiding the flaws that still remained with mothers make up. People began to take notice of the girl, and she began to realize just how fun being bad was. She slept with many men, she fought with many girls, but she never acted on her interest for another girl again. She looked and sighed often... but she had learned to never trust a woman. Men could be manipulated and could even be kind, but women were never to be trusted. Much as she loved the way they looked.
Yari began to earn quite a reputation for herself in the holds that her family often traded with. Many rumored that she was a Duster who sold herself for money, but Yari often scoffed at these rumors. As if. She was far too intelligent to be caught up in Dust, though she had sold it once or twice. Her mother was mortified. Yari was shaming the family with her behavior, and that could not be tolerated. When a search dragon flew from the side and decided Yari was a suitable candidate, the woman practically paid the rider to take Yari away. The girl was only to happy to go. A Weyr was perfect, a place where she could extend her network of connections and truly learn to enjoy life.
However, she caused trouble there as well. She broke up relationships between Weyrmates, distracted important men with seduction. Thus, when eggs and candidates were given to the prison, Yari was one of the candidates practically thrust at them. They wanted to get rid of this horrible woman who smirked and manipulated... and they did. She Impressed at Warden's, and she's found the prison to be a perfect place. Once her dragon matured, they'd become squad leaders...
And then Yari's fun would really start.
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Name:
Species:
Color: (if relevant)
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Personality: (keywords are fine)
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
Name: Trusith
Color: Brown
Age: 7 Months
Appearance: Trusith is a powerhouse of a brown. Of average size for his color, he is an impressive specimen. Muscular, with short legs and a long, whiplike tail, Trusith looks like he's built to fight. In the air, there's very little that might be called grace about him, he'll never turn on a dime or do acrobatic stunts. But he can fly until the world ends. His hide is a pale, fawn brown, with speckles of a darker shade along his shoulders and wings. The tip of his tail is dark too, almost black.
Personality:
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
While Trusith is by no means a blank slate it is important to note that what kind of dragon he'll eventually be is entirely dependent on Yari. Oh, he'll be a devoted powerhouse no matter how she treats him, but whether she protects that devotion or twists it will greatly influence his outlook on the world. Yari is the light in Trusith's world, and if she chooses not to shine, that world will grow very dark indeed.
By nature, Trusith is sweet, naive and extremely credulous. Every word that falls from Yari's lips is a pearl of wisdom, a truth to be studied and obeyed. Others, too, will be taken at face value, Trusith knows nothing of lying or misleading. If a clutchmate tells him that the souls of betweened dragons haunted the sea at night, Trusith would refuse to enter the water. Unless, of course, Yari asked him to. Only his rider can override the words of others; if he accepts what others say as honest, he accepts Yari's word as law.
Trusith is trusting and he's kind, but he's not exactly forgiving. Being lied to or misused wounds him deeply. For a dragon, he's got an extremely good memory and he won't forget who's hurt him. Unprotected, he's likely to grow reclusive and shy of the world at large, too aware that it refuses to act as he expects it to act. Yari can soothe those hurts, can bring him back around to optimism, if she so chooses. Then again, if Yari teaches him to hate, Trusith has the potential to hate with the best of them. She need merely point and say, 'stop liking that one'. He will. There is, in his gentleness, in his kindness and trust, the seeds of a very angry dragon.
Neither brilliant nor particularly clever about people, Trusith is a physically unbeatable. He has the raw strength and stamina to complete any task that Yari puts his mind to. His eagerness to please, to make Yari smile, will keep him going far past the edge of physical exhaustion and on through the other side. She need only ask and he will deliver. If she wants one of Pern's moons, Trusith will not rest until he's flown there and brought it back for her. Failure is devastating for Trusith, giving up on a task is a betrayal in his mind. His rider will need to know when to rein him in, because Trusith will work himself to injury for her.
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Why Me: Trusith is a fragile creature, mentally. He needed someone strong, someone who'd overcome great mental hardship, to protect him. Yari has the potential to protect him, to shelter him and allow him to be himself. Then again, she's a woman with ambition, and Trusith could certainly help her rise to the top. Sure, she might break him in the process, but if she does, he'll still love her. Yari needed someone to love her, no matter what. Trusith will adore her no matter what happens. He will become the creature she creates of him. She can gentle herself, for his sake, or break him, mold him to her ambitions, and rise like a star.
99 Luftballons Green
Irksome
Appearance:
This little beauty is made to hide in the shadows of leaves. Dark from nose to tailtip, the tones of her hide vary greatly. Her is a patch of near brown. Next to it, an evergreen splotch. Near her nose, a splotch of black-green. And so forth, across her wingsails and down to her toes. She's of average size, with a particularly loud voice.
Personality:
Fight the power! This green is a tiny anarchist, wild, curious, and utterly impossible to train. Luckily, she's sweet natured, or she'd be a real problem. As it is, she goes where she wants, takes what she wants, and shows up only when she cares to. At least, she doesn't require a lot of attention.
Yelling only makes her more rebellious and when upset, she's likely to take small trinkets. She's not really a thief, she doesn't hoard objects. She just likes to move them around, and watch the chaos that follows when nothing is where it should be. Fascinated by people, she'll be drawn to anyone acting in a way she's not previously witnessed.
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Yari
Name: Yari
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Pft, No
Crime: Being a bitch
Craft/Rank: Trader, Weyrling.
Appearance:
"I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful..."
Yari was a gorgeous woman, and no one could deny her that. Sinfully long eyelashes framed eyes that were so light brown they were nearly the color of molten honey, usually decorated with dark eyeliner and other such make up that gave the light eyes a smoldering look. Dark eyebrows curved over said eyes, perfectly maintained as part of Yari's daily ritual for beauty. Full, pouty lips were most often painted a dark red, and her cheeks were adorned with blush that gave her face a lively, flushed look. Rich, much loved hair fell to her mid-back in loose curls, often pulled away in a pony tail to prevent it from getting in the way as the girl tended to her dragon. Said hair was a rich chocolate in color, streaked liberally with lighter browns that Yari was quite willing to show off. However, underneath the makeup that she somehow managed to get a hold of even at the prison... she has multiple small scars from the horrible acne she was plagued with as a child.
Her body had just the slightest bit of baby fat, though it was mostly disguised by curves that gave Yari a hourglass figure. Her curves are generous, making her quite the eyecatching thing. A perfect piece of arm candy, if a man or woman can tame her tongue and her evil temper. She moves with grace taught by a stern and unloving mother, every movement a dance over the ground. Her legs are long for her height of 5'7 and despite how many would assume she's soft and weak, she's actually quite muscular. She's quite proud of this... after all, it makes it much easier to pick fights.
Her hips and breasts, while perfect if seen through her clothes, bare stretch marks that are a tell tale sign to her former heavy weight. Even her long, sinful legs bare pale stretch marks along her thighs and calves. Of course, the right amount of make-up, letting her skin fade to just the right tone... no one would ever notice! Her beautiful appearance hides real flaws. Her skin looks so flawless and beautiful when it's hidden by make up and clothing, but scars adorn her stomach and back from fights. Many, many fights.
Further adding to her mask of beauty is the jewelry gifted to her by her wealthy father. The wealthy merchant has always tried to buy his youngest daughters love, and he does this with glittering diamonds and sapphires, or perhaps a topaz to match her lovely eyes. Rings adorn her fingers, and the most noticeable piece of jewelry is a lovely silver necklace, adorn with a topaz cut in the shape of a heart.
A perfect, fake little plastic beauty. She can spin and twirl, she can sing and dance. But anyone who knows her can see right through that make up, those pretty clothes. There's something dark in this girl, a rotten core. After all...
Beauty is only skin deep.
Personality:
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I'm still around..."
A rotten core, the beast and the beauty. A formerly sweet and shy child that's cast aside the sensitivity of her childhood. Yari has given in to the bullying of her past, twisting into a bitter shell of a woman. One couldn't call her mentally unstable... just... bitter. She takes out her frustration for the way she's been treated on those around her, and she doesn't regret it. She toys with people for the mere purpose of bringing them to the edge of what they can tolerate, be it love or hate. She'll steal boyfriends and girlfriends, twisting them around her little finger and flaunting them in front of their former lover. Unfortunately for those around her, she's intelligent despite the childish way she acts. She can through facades like nothing else, she knows how to learn what bothers a person. She knows just how to act to earn someones trust... and truly the situations where she has to use that deadly intelligence of hers are her favorites. She can put up a sweet act if need be, her eyes glinting with savage cruelty as she whispers in the ear of a girl who thought her a friend... 'I wasn't sure about telling you this, but...'
Unfortunately, she isn't a cowardly little creature to run and hide when people fight back. That just makes the game of bullying more fun. She's a fighter, and she has been since she abandoned the fear and insecurity of her childhood for the devilish creature she is now. She's been in more fights then most people have even seen, and she isn't afraid of a cat fight. She can take insults and dish them back out... so long as one doesn't dare to insult her dragon.
She is insecure on the inside, underneath this evil personality of her. It's buried so deep inside only her dragon can touch it, only that darling creature with it's whirling eyes can ever see the frightened little girl Yari used to be. She wants to be loved above everything else, wants something to break through that wicked tongue and horrible personality to the child inside. She wants to be swept up and hugged, to be told that she isn't evil and ugly. Her mean nature pushes anyone who could do this away though... and that is the reason she clings to her dragon. Her beloved dragon, the only friend she'll ever need. She doesn't need the acceptance of anyone while she has her dragon. Sex can be taken care of with an occasional bed warmer- she doesn't need romance. Just her dragon. Yari would die without them.
She however, has a soft side for something besides her dragon. She loves children, and if any could be found around the prison it'd be very likely Yari would be the one entertaining them. The younger prisoners are taken underneath her wing, spared from her cruel tongue. If anyone was to even look at them wrong, they'd have the force of nature that is Yari coming after them. Like with children... she has a horrible soft spot for naive, sweet people. Someone who can laugh away her insults, who can want to be her friend even with what other people say about her. If Yari ever met a woman or man like this, she'd be crushing hard.
History:
Born to a traveling merchant and his imperious wife, Yari became accustomed to a nomadic lifestyle at an early age. Her only 'friends' were her cousins and sisters in the extremely large extended family that made up the traders' family. They never stayed a hold long enough for Yari to make friends, and if someone showed interest in being her friend they were soon driven away with the teasing jeers of the girls elder sisters and cousins. Who would want to be friends with fat, pimply Yari? Yes, Yari was not always the beauty many saw. Her beauty was something she struggled for, worked for.
She came into the world small and sickly, the last of five daughters. Her mother hated her, hated this ugly child that had come from her body and looked up at her with hideous eyes and went 'Mommy, mommy!' Whenever Yari attempted to get a hug from her mother, or just some comfort as she came home crying from the bullying of her family... she was slapped away. Her mother had no use for a fat, ugly daughter. Her father was not much better. He didn't know how to react to the clingy and sensitive Yari, who merely wanted someone to love her. He gave her many gifts, patting her awkwardly but mostly avoided her. Yari came into the world alone, and she survived alone.
Of course, Yari wasn't truly ugly. She had a pleasant face, but it was hard to notice due to the fact she had horrible acne even at an incredibly early age. The girl had taken to comfort eating after the hateful eyes of her family turned on her, her only friends being the sweet food her wealthy family was able to get. Her sisters, all beautiful and perfect, mocked her for this. They called her the pig, and when she went by they oinked at her. The girl drew further into her shell, trying to ignore the way she was treated by the people who were supposed love and protect her. Her siblings enjoyed pranking her, dragging her out of bed at midnight and stranding her in the middle of the hold in her night gown for everyone to see. Dumping mud and other disgusting things over her head, hiding bugs in her bed.
One day, one day she had enough. The second youngest sister had noticed something strange about her sister. In the hold... she'd taken to watching the youngest daughter of the chief holder, Yari's face bright red. She stammered when she talked to her, she followed her around like a puppy. Oh, was her sister Narari pleased! Her sister was such a freak, honestly. It didn't occur to her that maybe the holder's daughter felt something for Yari as well, or that she could see beyond the pimples and fat to the girl inside. Narari exposed Yari's feelings in front of the entire hold, and something just... snapped inside of the formerly shy girl.
She lunged at Narari, and it'd taken her father and one of his friends to rip the furious girl off of Narari. The girl had a broken nose and was seriously battered by her furious younger sister, and the family of traders quickly left the hold. This was the first night Yari was beaten. Her mother, Yarazi was in a rage. Narari was her favorite child, after all. She beat Yari and left her alone and broken, and that night Yari changed. Perhaps she realized that the world would never love her for who she was, that people would always be out to hurt her. Whatever it was... she decided that she wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. She was going to be doing the hurting from now on.
Yari began to diet, determined to lose weight. She washed her face daily, and at the age of fifteen her acne began to clear up and the fat started to melt off. By sixteen she was a beauty, hiding the flaws that still remained with mothers make up. People began to take notice of the girl, and she began to realize just how fun being bad was. She slept with many men, she fought with many girls, but she never acted on her interest for another girl again. She looked and sighed often... but she had learned to never trust a woman. Men could be manipulated and could even be kind, but women were never to be trusted. Much as she loved the way they looked.
Yari began to earn quite a reputation for herself in the holds that her family often traded with. Many rumored that she was a Duster who sold herself for money, but Yari often scoffed at these rumors. As if. She was far too intelligent to be caught up in Dust, though she had sold it once or twice. Her mother was mortified. Yari was shaming the family with her behavior, and that could not be tolerated. When a search dragon flew from the side and decided Yari was a suitable candidate, the woman practically paid the rider to take Yari away. The girl was only to happy to go. A Weyr was perfect, a place where she could extend her network of connections and truly learn to enjoy life.
However, she caused trouble there as well. She broke up relationships between Weyrmates, distracted important men with seduction. Thus, when eggs and candidates were given to the prison, Yari was one of the candidates practically thrust at them. They wanted to get rid of this horrible woman who smirked and manipulated... and they did. She Impressed at Warden's, and she's found the prison to be a perfect place. Once her dragon matured, they'd become squad leaders...
And then Yari's fun would really start.
Other stuff:
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Name:
Species:
Color: (if relevant)
Appearance: (keywords are fine)
Personality: (keywords are fine)
Trusith
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
Name: Trusith
Color: Brown
Age: 7 Months
Appearance: Trusith is a powerhouse of a brown. Of average size for his color, he is an impressive specimen. Muscular, with short legs and a long, whiplike tail, Trusith looks like he's built to fight. In the air, there's very little that might be called grace about him, he'll never turn on a dime or do acrobatic stunts. But he can fly until the world ends. His hide is a pale, fawn brown, with speckles of a darker shade along his shoulders and wings. The tip of his tail is dark too, almost black.
Personality:
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
While Trusith is by no means a blank slate it is important to note that what kind of dragon he'll eventually be is entirely dependent on Yari. Oh, he'll be a devoted powerhouse no matter how she treats him, but whether she protects that devotion or twists it will greatly influence his outlook on the world. Yari is the light in Trusith's world, and if she chooses not to shine, that world will grow very dark indeed.
By nature, Trusith is sweet, naive and extremely credulous. Every word that falls from Yari's lips is a pearl of wisdom, a truth to be studied and obeyed. Others, too, will be taken at face value, Trusith knows nothing of lying or misleading. If a clutchmate tells him that the souls of betweened dragons haunted the sea at night, Trusith would refuse to enter the water. Unless, of course, Yari asked him to. Only his rider can override the words of others; if he accepts what others say as honest, he accepts Yari's word as law.
Trusith is trusting and he's kind, but he's not exactly forgiving. Being lied to or misused wounds him deeply. For a dragon, he's got an extremely good memory and he won't forget who's hurt him. Unprotected, he's likely to grow reclusive and shy of the world at large, too aware that it refuses to act as he expects it to act. Yari can soothe those hurts, can bring him back around to optimism, if she so chooses. Then again, if Yari teaches him to hate, Trusith has the potential to hate with the best of them. She need merely point and say, 'stop liking that one'. He will. There is, in his gentleness, in his kindness and trust, the seeds of a very angry dragon.
Neither brilliant nor particularly clever about people, Trusith is a physically unbeatable. He has the raw strength and stamina to complete any task that Yari puts his mind to. His eagerness to please, to make Yari smile, will keep him going far past the edge of physical exhaustion and on through the other side. She need only ask and he will deliver. If she wants one of Pern's moons, Trusith will not rest until he's flown there and brought it back for her. Failure is devastating for Trusith, giving up on a task is a betrayal in his mind. His rider will need to know when to rein him in, because Trusith will work himself to injury for her.
So complicated
Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough
I've done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin' perfect
Why Me: Trusith is a fragile creature, mentally. He needed someone strong, someone who'd overcome great mental hardship, to protect him. Yari has the potential to protect him, to shelter him and allow him to be himself. Then again, she's a woman with ambition, and Trusith could certainly help her rise to the top. Sure, she might break him in the process, but if she does, he'll still love her. Yari needed someone to love her, no matter what. Trusith will adore her no matter what happens. He will become the creature she creates of him. She can gentle herself, for his sake, or break him, mold him to her ambitions, and rise like a star.
99 Luftballons Green
Irksome
Appearance:
This little beauty is made to hide in the shadows of leaves. Dark from nose to tailtip, the tones of her hide vary greatly. Her is a patch of near brown. Next to it, an evergreen splotch. Near her nose, a splotch of black-green. And so forth, across her wingsails and down to her toes. She's of average size, with a particularly loud voice.
Personality:
Fight the power! This green is a tiny anarchist, wild, curious, and utterly impossible to train. Luckily, she's sweet natured, or she'd be a real problem. As it is, she goes where she wants, takes what she wants, and shows up only when she cares to. At least, she doesn't require a lot of attention.
Yelling only makes her more rebellious and when upset, she's likely to take small trinkets. She's not really a thief, she doesn't hoard objects. She just likes to move them around, and watch the chaos that follows when nothing is where it should be. Fascinated by people, she'll be drawn to anyone acting in a way she's not previously witnessed.
