Chantal of Gold Lyrrath

Playername: T'Star
Playeremail:bedlamandmayhem@gmail.com
PlayerIMs: AIM: zhKyrl

Charname: Chantal
Age: 22 (13.28)
Rank: Weyrwoman of Delandri Weyr

Description: Standing of average height. She is heavily muscled and would be bulky were her torso not disproportionately long for her frame, stretching the bulk out into clean, lean lines. Her figure is moderate, feminine enough that she’ll never be mistaken for boy but no busty beauty either. Her facial features are triangular, tan skin spreading over high cheekbones, and down a strait nose to a pointed chin. Her bow shaped mouth is too small for her face. Dark blue eyes are set in almond shaped sockets. Her hair, pulled back in a severe braid that falls to her ankles, is a pure white.

Personality: Chantal is a drifter. She rarely forms emotional ties with anyone or anything. She is serious for her age, partly a function of an overly analytical mind. She has a nasty tendency to pick anything that she notices into small pieces and examine it, mentally, from the inside out. As she tends to do this to /people/ too it makes for a low level of trust, she’s always looking for ulterior motives, most of the time without even realizing she’s doing it.  Since comming to Delandri and impressing Lyrrath she has forced herself to deal with her more stationary existance. Her combat and tactic training have honed her into a woman who has no fear of pushing /anyone/.  She is good at what she does and knows it.  Her utter disreguard for other people's opinions of her is actually an advantage in her position, one she uses ruthlessly.

Gender/Sexual Preference: Female, Heterosexual

History: She was born in a small beast hold Nabol side of the Nabol/Ruatha border. Her family raised runners and herdbeasts. They had a reputation as being reliable. Everything at her home was defined by that image. Reliable. Safe. Trustworthy. Dependable. It didn’t make for a colorful childhood, in spite of the mountain scenery.

Chantal was fifth out of seven, and self sufficient from an early age, which relieved her mother as most of her other siblings were a rambunctious lot. She had no trouble playing alone or amusing herself, which her mother let her do as often as not. While she was not contentious about her chores she showed little interest in actually learning the business at the hold. She spent as much time with the resident weaver growing up or the harper or the smith or the tanner or the healer... no one craft seemed to draw her.

When she was 12 she was sent to the hold proper to study under their harper. She never got to the point of official apprentice ship, though her contralto voice was easily trained into a decent singing tone. For a while she continued on there as she had at home, turning a hand to which ever crafter needed one that day. Today in the kitchens, tomorrow with dyes, the next day pounding out shoes for the runners. She learned to haggle from the traders that always came through, and saved the marks she earned for all the odd jobs she had turned.

She developed a knack for repairing most things in a manner that made it difficult to tell it had ever been damaged. Few people wanted to take the time to repair this stool or that table so it /looked/ nice, and she found that some people were coming to her for other things as well. She repaired a woman’s beloved wooden jewelry box that had been damaged by her children. She had found an odd specialty indeed. It was enough to earn her, her keep and the odd mark here and there.

Her drifting ways, however, had backfired on her. She gradually became an easy scapegoat for the rough crowd of the hold. As no one knew her very well she had few people to stand up for her.

It all came to a head when she was 16. She bought a runner with money she’d been saving from her odd jobs. The source of the money was questioned. It took almost two sevendays to convince everyone that; yes, the money had been her own. And No, no one else was missing any large sums. She left a seven day after things were cleared up packing what little she owned on IronHeart, the gelding that cost her so much trouble.

She drifted mostly southward, stopping at minor cot holds, major holds, or trader’s safe houses along the way. She did whatever she could to earn her stay for the night. IronHeart’s strength aided a great deal there. Removing stumps and rocks for farmers was a good way of earning a warm meal and place by the fire.  Once she had covered most of the northern continent she found herself at Tillek.

After a few sevendays there, she managed to book passage on a ship heading south, and arrange for her work on the ship to pay for both her own passage and Iron Heart’s. She was a quick study and did reasonably well on the ship though both she and Ironheart were quite relieved to have solid ground under their feet.

Chantal drifted through the northern ports of Southern contintent continuing as she had in the Northern continent itself. When she heard about Delandri and Honshu, her decision to go there was as simple and as random as the rest of her drifting life. It took her a few months to get there.  While in the wilds between holds she was roasting a Whersport when a little creature growled at her from the bushes.  She found herself face to face with a newly hatched sport.  She traced the creature back and discovered what was left of a clutch, some dead, most gone, and one little bronze growling and wounded guarding his meal of a small running rodent that he had some how caught inspite of his injuries.  With her bronze and the little gold she seemed to have acquired she continued towards Delandri.

Upon arrival she ran into a stocky bronzerider and enquired about work. He seemed amenable to her offer of odd jobs in exchange for a place to stay and room and board for herself and Ironheart. Then he asked her to stand for Sybrilaeth’s clutch. She agreed with little thought to the potential consequences, knowing all she had to do was leave now that there was not the press of enormous, frequent clutches.  Lyrrath had other ideas. The gold of the clutch, she was a compelling reason for Chantal to stick around. The young drifter only then started to wonder what she had gotten herself into.

After impressing, Chantal struggled with the lack of mobility her new position has required of her.  She had never liked confinement, though did her best to conceal the extreme claustrophobia that she suffered from.  Lyrrath was a stable dragon and helped her rider as best she could.  The other great help was the development of a friendship with one of the senior Weyrlings.  In the months they were both weyrlings, the two formed a friendship.  While he was stationed away from Delandri almost imediately upon graduation, the benifits lasted enough to get her through weyrlinghood.

Two months after she graduated Braea and Sybrilaeth died of old age.  B'len and bronze Jereth took it upon themselves to 'teach that youngster right'.  The two have been clashing for the two turns since that time. This has been complicated by the fact that Lyrrath, now 4 turns old has yet to rise on her maiden flight.  Chantal has asked her why and Lyrrath simply replies that the time is not right, though the gold is starting to get more ansty these days.

 

Dragon

Name: Lyrrath
Color: Gold
Age: 4

Description: Deep gold, dark and rich, almost bronze in depth forms the base for her lithe frame. Splashes of burnished sunshine scatter across her muzzle and down her neck, flowing and thickening over her wingsails in a stark contrast to the even, shadowy tones of the rest of her body. Her overly long barrel curves back to compact haunches and a whip like tail dipped in the same molten brilliance as her wings.

Personality: Dragon Personality: Lyrrath is a mellow dragon with a languid sort of playfulness. She’s also remarkably guileless. She doesn’t particularly understand Chantal’s suspicious thinking or cynicism. She doesn’t see any reason /not/ to answer straight forward questions. She does have a sense of humor and is more insightful than she looks. For all that she doesn’t understand much in the way of deception and falsehood. <<Why’s he so nervous about this? It’s like he doesn’t believe what he’s saying.>>
Strength's/Weaknesses: Lyrrath is just on the short side of average, but is proportioned so it doesn’t make a great deal of visual difference. She is average, average in agility, stamina, and speed. Her strengths and weaknesses are primarily mental. She is not geared towards deception, and while she may pick up on the signs that she is being lied to and that there is something wrong, the concept of lying is, to her, pointless. But her inate honesty does make her very insightful... and more tolerant than the average.