: General Information :.
Name: Symia
Age: 23
Season of Birth: Fall
Year of Birth: 233 AL
Gender: Female
Orientation: homosexual
Craft: Runner
Rank: Dragonrider
Weyr #: 45
Pets: n/a
.: Appearance :.
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Build: Petite
Description: With dark emerald eyes pierced by gold flecks, Symia’s most stunning feature is never often seen by those around her. Symia has an excellent posture, with her chin tilted at a jaunty angle, shoulders back and spine straight. However, she is normally moving too fast to be stopped or simply distracted to look many people in the eye. However, with a slim, pixie-like figure lacking the normal curves of a woman, people tend to skip right over her anyways. This occurrence is also partially due to her abnormal shortness, paired with long legs and a short torso. A delicate nose, thin-bladed, rounded chin, and heart-shaped face are covered with lightly browned skin—a gift from the sun.
Often seen in shorts or pants and a loose tunic, Symia lacks the sense of style many of her other siblings possess. Occasionally she is found with boots or shoes on, depending on the weather and season; more often, the tough skin of her feet meets the ground unhindered. However, the clothes serve to show off her muscular legs and smoothly toned arse—another pleasant feature, to some. Her upper arms, while not as toned, are indeed muscular due to the exercises Symia puts herself through. With dull brown, long hair, the color of a dead leaf, she usually pulls it back in a runner’s tail or braid. After all, the color, tinted red in the summer due to the sun, was not attractive and it simply got in her way.
.: Personality :.
Likes: --enjoys running as a stress reliever and to stay fit
--prefers to ‘wear the skirt’ of a relationship
--adores meat pies
--exercises frequently
--enchanted with firelizards
--runnerbeasts
Dislikes: --slow walking rates
--eating too many sweets
--herdbeasts
--wherries
--thistles and thorns
--strong wind
Fears: --paralyzation
--darkness
--losing her family and Iskelurenth
Goals: --have a child or two of her own
--run across Pern
Quirks: --always bathes in the evening after supper
--prefers to rise early
--sleeps after the moon has risen
Description: An easy-going, cheerful person, Symia delights in the small joys of life—meaning running, of course. She enjoys people’s company occasionally, but at the same time, Symia feels that she is more of a loner. Occasionally a shy being, Aristoth may have to convince her to love herself and become closer to possible friends. In addition, Symia has complexes over her hoped-to-be-lovers, which Aristoth may also have to assist with. Having experienced bad relationships before, the woman is now wary of diving into yet another intimate relationship. It may take someone strong-willed and deeply caring for her to open up her heart.
With an even temperament, it is unusual to see Symia in a negative mood (unless sick or another lover has hurt her). Able to communicate well with others, be prompt, and responsible, she is held as a reliable person to the rest of the weyr. Occasionally be frightened of sudden noises or movements, Symia could be seen as a jumpy person. Her siblings and friends always did find her easy to scare… Yet, overall, she is a good natured person who laughs easily and freely, reserved at some moments and talkative the next.
.: History :.
Relatives: Persion—Brother—31
Haleeta—Sister--26
P’vel--Brother—16
R'ler--Father--52
Leana--Mother--47
History: Symia grew up from a hyper, fun-loving child to a slightly more responsible teen. Her childhood consisted of poking fun at her brother at the same time as loving him, playing with her friends, running, and dreaming. Perhaps it was a bland childhood, hers, for Symia rarely cares to remember it, except for the bits concerning her younger brother. She had grown quite attached to the oddball, although Symia did her best to hide it. In fact, she may have been a bit cruel to Pavel, as sisters usually are, in spite of her affection. Also at this tender age, Symia had her heart broken for the first time—an extremely unpleasant experience that led to her decision to try dating women later on.
As she grew closer to the apprenticing age, her parents decided that running could become her career. Symia agreed with their choice, and was soon apprenticed to the closest runner—a journeyman who preferred the wind in his ears to words from his mouth. When Thread came, however, they were out on a run; thankfully a cave nearby sheltered the frightened pair, and, after the fall, they finally ventured back. The small hold was devastated, with numerous injuries and a need for supplies. Away went Symia to the weyr, telling them of the news while her master went to the closest Healer Hall.
Before returning to her home, however, a dragonrider approached her with a proposition. Become a candidate, he implored her, because they need dragons in the skies and his own felt something within Symia. At the moment, with a job to do, Symia declined and returned to the hold. However, a few months later, she announced to her parents her decision—it did not go well—and left that morning for the weyr. She stood two times before she Impressed her dear Iskelurenth...
The Candidatemaster was ordering them into line, scowling at a candidate whose robes were particularly wrinkled and another who was pale and shaking. By this point, Symia was used to the ritual yet this time, she, too, felt the vestiges of fright. the last two times she had stood, the dragonets had sniffed at her but then Impressed to another. She was nearing the age where Impression would no longer be an option... In the next month, Symia would turn 20 and the hopes of Impressing was slipping away from her as easily as dust from her heels. Yet today.... Symia raised her chin. This day WOULD be the day... It had to be.
This particular clutch was from a young Tin, a beautiful dragon with swirls of light blue across wings and back over a paler, nearly white silver color. The clutch consisted only of 8 eggs, but there were plenty of candidates to Stand. At Symia's last count, there had been twenty-six of them, three more boys than girls. The Tin had been flown by a Bronze, but Symia knew that most of the eggs would hold greens, blues, or coals. The Tin clutchmother swung her head towards the Candidates as they approached, a pleased hum rumbling from her chest. Symia bowed low, softly greeting the Tin, "Thank you, gracious Tin, for allowing me one more chance to stand for your children." Symia moved aside to allow the next candidate to repeat the ritual and speak their own words of greeting.
The eggs were already shaking, she noted, a crack running down the side of a smaller one even as the last candidate joined the male line. The sands burned below her feet, yet Symia only shifted slightly--her soles were used to adverse ground conditions. The humming of dragons vibrated in her breastbone, the chatter of the crowd drowned out by the noise. It heightened as the cracked egg suddenly burst open, revealing a Coal as the first to touch the sands. The dark dragonet spread its wings, hissing at the female line which was closest. A few of them nervously backed away, but the Coal merely whipped its tail and moved towards the boys. One of them cried out in pain--a claw had caught his foot and ripped the flesh. The boy who bent down to help, however, cried out in wonder as the first Impression was made.
Another egg had broken open quietly while the Coal was searching, sending a pale Green dragonet sprawling. The hatchling creeled piteously, shaking itself to free some of the sand now covering its head, neck, and chest. It seemed uncertain, wavering back and forth between the boys and the girls. Hesitantly, it swung closer to the girls, sniffing here and there at the hems of their robes. The Green suddenly crooned, bouncing joyfully around the feet of the youngest girl candidate. Another Impression. Six more eggs lay on the sands.... Six more chances? Symia smiled kindly at the young girl as she led the Green away. She had helped the new weyrling with chores in the kitchens once, a mere two weeks ago.
The sands seemed quiet for a while, when suddenly an egg seemed to spontaneously combust, shards raining onto the sands. The bright, shiny hide beneath revealed a Copper--probably the sole high-ranking dragonet of the clutch. Symia grinned as it pranced around, its tail accidentally helping another egg hatch. This one spilled out a soft, dusky Blue who hissed in annoyance at the Copper. The older hatchling growled in return, flaring his wings and advancing on the Blue who dared to interrupt his fun. The Blue would have none of it, however, and stood his ground. The hatching of the fifth egg, however, saved the dragonets from any trouble, for the Copper turned away to greet his new sibling--another Green, this one dainty and dark.
The Blue moved off to Impress to a tall, lanky boy while the Green turned also towards the males. The Copper, bereft of attention, stalked towards the female line, tail tapping first one girl's legs, then another. Finally, the Copper paused. In front of her. There you are, Symine! Your Iskelur--oh, look!!! My clutchsibling is hatching, FINALLY! Symia felt tears slide down her face even as she broke out laughing at the copper's antics. Her last chance.... and he had been well worth any wait, she could tell, looking at the excited Copper who danced around her. The last egg had indeed hatched, exposing one more dragonet, a deep velvety Brown, who promptly chose His from the remaining boys. Everyone found Theirs... Oh, but I am hungry! Feed your Iskelur---I smell meat! Where is it?!
And Symia had led him away, down towards the tables, where she finally learned his full name--Iskelurenth--as she fed him pieces of meat slowly. Today had been the day.... And Symia knew her life had forever changed; no longer would she be alone or bored. With Iskel around, she knew life was going to become more exciting and complex than ever. The copper hummed in satisfaction, eyes closing as the last piece of meat in the basket dropped into his jaws. The next challenge now would be weyrling lessons, and with Iskelurenth nothing would be impossible. Symia smiled tenderly at the bright dragonet as he began to doze off.Weyrling lessons had been indeed a challenge, with Iskel constantly needing her to make him focus on what the Weyrling master was saying. yet each day they spent together, Symia felt complete as she never had before. Eventually, they learned to fly together, to go between, to become one in motion in the air, to love. Many more lessons have yet to be learned by the young pair, however, as the Turns progress through the seasons.
Dragon name: Iskelurenth
Dragon color: Copper
Dragon age: 4
Dragon Appearance:Iskelurenth is one of the largest Coppers in the weyr, standing at 4'9'' with a length of 20' and wingspan of 30'6''. Slightly disproportionate, the effect is a whippy body that seems too slender for his length. Yet, looking past Iskel's proportions, the bright colors of his hide are far more dazzling and unusual. His muzzle is tipped in a bright orange-red, fading swiftly into a rich orange and then yellow. The ridges along his neck follow the coloration down, but his neck and body diverge from the coloration of his head. The upper part of his neck and body are a deeper orange, dappled with lighter markings to make it seem as if a galaxy of stars has imprinted itself on his hide. The lower half is a bright, sunny yellow, lapping at the orange color like flames from a fire. The very tip of his thin tail, however, returns to the orange-red of Iskel's nose.
Dragon personality:Iskel never fails to become distracted while speaking, as he has one of the shortest attention spans known to dragons or humans. However, the frequency with which he does it makes him seem as if he were humorous and therefore he is deemed as an all-around good guy. Sweet and loving, Iskel is highly attached to everyone in contact with Symia and himself. He dotes upon firelizards that he knows well, often letting them sun themselves upon his back of letting them have the remains of his meal. his personality is regularly sunny, although he loves to pull of stunts that are perhaps too dangerous for comfort. Constantly in need of something to do, Iskel can be very hard to entertain at times. In general, if he finds something interesting enough, Iskel will devote his full attention to it for longer periods of time than usual. Of course, this is a rare occurrence, so instead Iskel finds himself bored although he would never complain of it to His rider.
.: Inventory :.
1 large firelizard egg
1 medium firelizard egg
1 small firelizard egg
(from egg guessing contest; will hatch them all for Symia if approved)
Symia and Copper Iskelurenth
