Moiya and Gold Moiyask, W.I.P

[Moiya]

: General Information :.

Name: Moiya
Age: 24
Season of Birth: Spring
Year of Birth:
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Craft: Smith
Rank: Journeyman/Sr Gold Handler
Weyr #: Fort Weyr
Pets: N/A

.: Appearance :.

Hair color: Black
Eye color: Grey-Blue
Build: Athletic
Description:
At five foot seven inches Moiya could be considered average in height for a woman. However for a woman born on Pern her features are a bit above average. Her appearance is that of contrast, fair of complexion but dark of hair.

Being a tad vain, the woman takes exceptional care of herself. As an example, her hair always has a healthy gloss to it. In the right sunlight one could even see a midnight blue sheen rippling through her tresses. The silken strands fall from her head in loose waves, framing her classically beautiful face and sweeping down against the sensual arch of her back to brush over her hips. There is life to it as well, bouncing with each step she takes.

Some have even taken an interest in the shade of her eyes. Like storm clouds a greyish blue and framed by long lashes. They are quite expressive, often calculating and observant in their appearance. Her delicate eyebrows often arch or furrow as her eyes widen or narrow, adding character. They are also regularly accentuated by a dark liner of sorts, making them more pronounced to those peering at her.

Anybody looking at her would also have to take in her features. More angular then wide is her face, with high cheek bones and a touch of natural rouge to her otherwise fair skin. Further south is her mouth, luscious lips more often then not lifted into a sly smirk or a cunning grin. Though not the most beautiful thing on the face of Pern she is attractive, so she has been told. It isn't only her face that draws the eye either though.

Her body is something a man could covet and some women may envy. Slender is she with lithe muscles packed tightly to her shapely form. Hard work has made her belly flat and tight. Those legs of hers are quite lovely as well, compact from those long hours of guard duty and running around the Weyr. She can pack a rather solid punch as well, those months of training and lifting doing her good. However though she may be lean she is not without her womanly traits. Starting from bottom to top she has a rather attractive flare to her hips, a cut waist and breasts supple enough to draw an appreciative eye. The woman has no objection to wearing clothing that shows off the last two years of hard work either. Often she can be seen in a skin tight yet breathable dark blue or black sleeveless shirt and a pair of low cut pants. Also she mostly wears boots, holding no love for thin soled sandals when on the job.

But for all her muscle it must be known that this woman is not made for great feats of strength. Stealthy action and agile maneuvering are more her forte. A contortionist of sorts is she, able to slip into tight places and move quickly out of harms way. Because of her penchant for silent stalking through the crowds of the unwary, she has the feel of a graceful predator. Others call her movements sensual, those few being mostly male. This opinion could be due to the sway of her hips when she walks or the half lidded stare she gives people when she is amused. Or perhaps it's the sly upturn of her lips when she's on to something interesting and the slow tilt of her head if she's curious. But only the eyes of those who behold her will truly know for it is their opinions that shall be formed on her appearance.

.: Personality :.

Likes: Food, Sleep, Summer, Swimming, Moiyask.
Dislikes: 'Stupid' people. Being rudely woken up. Failing. Loud people.
Fears: Being alone. Having her heart broken.
Goals: To have a good life. To fall in love.
Quirks Really likes cheese. Will eat anything.
Description

Not normally the social butterfly of a group Moiya is often the quiet one who sits back and observes. She's been known for her habit of slipping away from the main group of a function and just watching. It is not that she doesn't wish to interact with others but more to learn about them before attempting any type of conversation. What others would think is a quirk is actually a way for her to avoid the awkward first moments of talking to someone new. This is also the reasoning behind the vast depths of knowledge she has rattling around in that skull of hers. Indeed, others might be surprised to find out some of the things she knows from merely observing most of the time instead of jabbering away senselessly.

One must know that even though she is often quiet that she has no objections about speaking to others. They'd find she's pleasant to talk with, but doesn't waste words unless she's feeling particularly friendly. That predatory air she has when on the job is gone in these moments too. In fact she's rather relaxed when not on duty, having found being tense all the time is just stressful. So anybody who feels the need to approach her need not fear or feel intimidated. She doesn't bite, much.

As stated above the woman is relaxed when not on duty. But put her on her routes and she gets really serious really fast. The open, friendly expression goes slate blank and her eyes become alertly sharp. Her posture also changes from languid to sneaky. It is during times such as these that she is also the most dangerous. She's been known to subdue people who are in places they shouldn't be in first and ask questions later. Granted this usually entails a grappling hold on a pressure point so one doesn't have to worry about near death experiences, unless she's angered.

Where most people are explosive and go off like time bombs Moiya is like a frigid, unforgiving snowstorm that has no signs of ever stopping. Eerily calm she only gives the person one chance to explain themselves before backing down or delivering unto them a world of pain. The air about her is almost frigid during these rare encounters with her more lethal side and her forms of punishment aren't always physical. Truly she does not accost someone while in a state of wintry rage unless they take the first swing. She'd much rather cut them down with a sharp tongue and well placed emotional barbs.

In a sharp contrast to her serious and more abrasive side is her loving one. Depending on the individual some would say that it shows its head less often then when some sorry sod manages to get her angry. To a degree they are right but mostly that assumption is a falsehood. Moiya can be as gentle as a lamb if she so chooses. A few times she's been caught coddling critters of the furry type. Some of the cats from the Weyr and managed to be found wandering have ended up in her lap at random hours of the day. Hands that could readily deliver pain have softly stroked fur and tickled under whiskery chins. She's even walked back to the Weyr with an adventurous little one on her shoulders, delivering them back into the arms of worried parents with a smirk and a shrug.

The type of love that really hasn't ever been seen from her so far is that which a woman has for a man. Her excuse is that she's too busy to get attached or involved. The reality is that Moiya hasn't found anybody she's truly interested in. Men have tried and failed to woo her fickle heart. Others she showed a passing interest in before waving them away. Her love life is looking pretty dim but perhaps cupids arrow will strike her yet. After all, there are plenty of men in the Weyr.

.: History :.

Relatives: Oyana {Mother} 49. Misner {Father} 53.
History:

-. Born at Telgar Wher Hold. Product of a run when Green Oyask was caught by brown Misnsk.

-. Raised in the Wher Hold creches. Got into scrapes and scraps like the other brats.

-. Apprenticed out to the Smith hall at 12 when she showed promise. Specialized in tinkering and Jewelery making.

-. At 18 Moiya walked the tables.

-. After her 19th birthday she went back to the Wher Hold to visit. She ended up leaving with more then she came with.

-. Gold Wher clutched while she was there. She figured it would be wise to try and impress one as a guardian for herself.

-. Moiya stands at the Wher clutch. She impresses Gold Moiyask.

-. The new Wherling pair undergo two turns of Wher training. She leaves the Wher Hold with Moiyask soon after graduation. The woman goes back to practicing her previous craft.

-. Having no desire to go back to the Wher Hold, she relocates to Fort Weyr after finding that she has grown rusty as a Smith.

-. At 23 she takes up a guard position at the Weyr with Moiyask. She has been there ever since. Her time is split between her duties to her Gold and her craft.

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Wher name: Moiyask
Wher color: Gold
Wher age: 5
Wher Appearance: One look at this Wher and an individual may be reminded of the setting sun. Her base coat is a dusky gold, almost coppery in tint. It ripples out and lightens around her extremities, fading to a light golden rod. Basted over this is a sheen of reddish-gold that glints metallic with her movements. Around her muzzle it is more prominent, smattering in almost freckle like patterns and coming to a stop just over her eye ridges. This same coloring is also apparent on her back legs, the freckling phenomenon stopping to a sputtering halt over her knees. In a way, it almost looks as if she is wearing boots.

Her pinions are similarly shaded. At the tips of the digits they start off as a deep, dark amber. Over the course of the finger-like structure it washes out until becoming a light strawberry-blond that blends into her base coat. The membranes themselves are the same color as the 'freckles' she has and they are large, almost too big for her frame. As a hatchling she tripped over them a good deal. But as she matured, they became a boon.

Flight is easy for her, for a wher. Lithe and slender of frame, those large wings give her exceptional lift. And with such a long tail she is able to change course as agilely as a creature the size of a large runner can. Yet as swift as she might end up being in the air, she's a little clumsy on the ground. That tail which is such an asset in the air knocks things over and she trips from the balance issues. As undignified as such actions are, she makes it work...some how.

Wher personality: As oxymoronic as it sounds, she is a regal clown. A clutz, a goof, and generally a good laugh she'll have the Weyr roaring. Be it pranks, jokes, or just tripping over herself Moiyask likes to have a good time. But here's the kicker. It's always in a mockingly haughty way. To Moiyask making fun of the constant posturing of the Dragon Queens is the highlight of her night. They're all just stuffed wherries in her book. Don't they know how to let their wings come down? All the seriousness just makes her stuffy.

And she likes to flirt, especially with the lower colors. Those Bronze and Coral boys can go suck a Wher until it's time for her to run. She likes to cuddle Blues and lavish Coals with love. Every once in a while she'll even cuddle a couple of the other females. More than a few times some poor unsuspecting Wher will probably have to be rescued from her affections.

Don't get her wrong though. Moiyask Is capable of being serious when she has to be. She may not like it, but the Gold knows that it's necessary for the good of the Weyr. Even if she does like to make fun of the others, she is still a Queen. There's an example to be set for the other dragons and good times are put on the back burner in light of a problem. Yet unlike others, Moiyask takes a lighter approach to things. Instead of barking orders, she attempts to compromise. What use is forcing people to do things? In the end, they'll just turn around and do what they want anyway even if you tell them not to.

Should things turn for the worse though, Moiyask can get very ugly very fast. Claws and teeth aren't there just for decoration. She will hurt things, especially if they threaten hers. And as a mother she is a tyrant. Gone is all that goofy clowning around, these are her babies! Like the dragons of Terran lore she'll horde her eggs like treasures, hissing and spitting at anything that comes near them. Even her handler will have a hard time getting a gander at the eggs. When it comes time for a touching? Forget it. You better kiss some serious golden butt if you want to even so much as look at her babies. It will take every ounce of her handlers will to force this Wher dame to let her eggs be touched.

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.: Inventory :.

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